Year of the year

Jin Feng's face was a little moved. He admitted that his heart beat out of rhythm because of these words.

An Shuhao didn't take it seriously, and continued to speak shockingly: "Then, he...kissed you on the poster...it was very obsessive...it made me feel bad."

MD, An Shuhao cursed inwardly, Jin Feng blushed!

"What did you do to him? Don't want a living person. He deserves a piece of paper."

What's the matter, five years ago, Han Ze disappeared without leaving a single word. He survived for five years with all his hatred and unspeakable longing. When Han Ze came back, the result was just as unsatisfactory.

"Heart disease still needs heart medicine, you two have to talk about it." An Shuhao broke Jin Feng's conjecture.

"Talking to him will only drive me into a mental illness."

"You are shallow, think about it, what is Assistant Han most afraid of?"

Jin Feng sullenly said, "Ghost knows."

"Well, you deserve to be trapped by love." An Shuhao smiled ambiguously: "Believe it or not, if something happens to you, he dares to jump into the Huangpu River."

"What do you mean?"

"Martyrdom."

Jin Feng was dismissive and indifferent: "Does he have feelings for me? I don't want to believe it for a long time."

"Again, let me belittle myself. Let me just say that Han Ze's weakness is probably your Jin Feng, but Han Ze's temperament is difficult to fathom, so you can't push him too hard. That's all I've said. Think about it and see if it makes sense. "

Jin Feng is not hospitalized, facing the empty walls, waiting for someone who will not appear to visit, it is too sad.But lying at home, it is also powerless to relieve the dull thoughts.

Relief is the detachment of a wise man, he is just an ordinary person, and the world is inevitable, and he is also not immune.

The first cold war with Han Ze, now it seems that apart from childishness, there is no more suitable word to judge.

In the classroom, Jin Feng was concentrating on reading. When he raised his head, he saw Han Ze's red and swollen eye sockets.

"When are you going to talk to me?"

"When you are sensible." Jin Feng replied coldly.

"Is it ignorant to be jealous?" Han Ze asked for advice and bargained.

"Are you jealous with a girl?" Jin Feng frowned.

"There are boys too, you just don't know."

Jin Feng's face darkened, he simply lowered his head and read the book without saying a word.

Han Ze was so angry that his nose was smoking: "Jin Feng, if you have the ability, ignore me for the rest of your life. From now on, you will never get in touch with me."

"I will, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

"I can't stand it, are you afraid?"

"Ah?" Jin Feng didn't follow Han Ze's thinking mode.

"Jin Feng."

"..."

"Put out your right hand."

Jin Feng sighed, but still reluctantly followed suit.

Han Ze put a silver bracelet on Jin Feng's wrist, and Jin Feng found that Han Ze also had a similar style on his right wrist.Later, he knew that it was a Cardiff couple bracelet.

"Don't take it off for the rest of your life, okay?"

Why, after all these years, this sentence can still soften people's hearts.Perhaps, no matter how cold the shell is, it is vulnerable to the softest emotions.

Open the window, the wind carries the autumn cold through the clothes, and the cold moon is like water, making the night even colder.

Jin Feng's sight was pulled far away by the cold and silent night. It turns out that longing is like a debt, which will only increase. If it can be thrown away, there will probably be no regrets.

When the remnants of Qiqing were like a scourge and nearly collapsed Jin Feng's sanity, Han Ze opened the door of the apartment without warning.Then, a love that was exhausted was lingering hoarsely.

"You..." It turns out that throbbing can also make the voice tremble.The person who was a few meters away made Jin Feng want to see him.

"The company asked me to take care of you."

This sentence seemed to make Jin Feng fall to the bottom of the lake: "They did this because they wanted to see me die."

Han Ze's face became even paler because of this sentence: "You hate me, so I'll just leave."

Jin Feng's face turned cold, and he threw a crutch on Han Ze in a rage: "Get out, get out..."

Han Ze stared at Jin Feng in pain, his stiff body trembling constantly due to the sudden change.

"You are only satisfied with what I end up with. Tell me, and I will fulfill you." Jin Feng roared bluntly.

Han Ze's eyes were red, and his face was ashen.

"I'm redundant to you. Tired of dealing with me is something that makes you sick." Jin Feng's coldness was almost vicious: "I really regret that I met you at the beginning. I love you. I did it." The most damning decision ever."

"All the past, you have no right to deny it is worthless." Han Ze choked up.

Jin Feng's eyes were red, and his voice was still terribly cruel: "The so-called past thanks to you has been torn apart, so what position do you stand to accuse me?"

Han Ze felt helpless, exhausted in a trance, physically exhausted, and mentally exhausted so that his whole body would collapse.

"Jin Feng, can you let me go?"

"I have to bear the sins of two people alone? I don't know how to be compassionate, and you also want to be alone."

"What if I die?"

Jin Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and the roar stuck in his throat was faintly suppressed by deep fear, and he didn't say a word for a long time, only staring at Han Ze with hatred and anger: "You can die, I want to die too!" Know how miserable I can be."

"Jin Feng..." Tears finally overflowed from Han Ze's eyes, and he couldn't express a lot of words in his heart.

"Why are you crying? Because of me?" Jin Feng's voice softened, but it was never gentle.

"I don't know." Han Ze said perfunctorily.

"Why did you leave five years ago?" Jin Feng's attitude was aggressive.

Did he finally ask, but Han Ze couldn't answer.

And Han Ze's attitude successfully excited Jin Feng: "I don't deserve to listen, you don't bother to talk, that's all?" Jin Feng smiled bitterly: "You are also stingy and don't give alms to the other party. It is indeed more appropriate to give alms to the other party cruelly." us."

Silence draws an end to the stalemate of the two, and the unhappiness has already subtly reduced to their reunion and parting.There is nothing wrong with this world. There are times of laughter and times of pain in the world, otherwise it will be boring.

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