Mr. Tan's Mr. Tan

Luo Feng could not forget that scene.

There was red everywhere, Tan Xiao sank in the bathtub, blood stained the entire bathtub water, as if lying in a pool of blood.

His mobile phone fell on the bloody ground, and the call interface suddenly went black.

The fruit knife fell to the side.

"Smile——!"

Luo Feng rushed towards the dripping water, knelt down in front of the bathtub, looked at Tan Xiao with his eyes tightly closed, unable to do anything, and wept bitterly.

"Xiaoxiao..." Luo Feng took out his hand and pressed the knife edge, "Don't scare me, Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, wake up..."

He yelled for a long time, but Tan Xiao didn't make any movement, the blood kept flowing, the knife cut across the entire wrist, and the bone was visible deep.

He freed up one hand to call an ambulance, and the other hand held Tan Xiao's wound, blood squeezed out from between his fingers, Luo Feng cried and told the hospital the address.

120 came soon, and Tan Xiao, who was on the verge of death, was taken away.

Before Luo Feng followed the car, he found a piece of paper randomly torn from a notebook on the table in the living room. There were only two lines of Qing Jun's writing on it:

Life to you, don't read, farewell.

Tan Xiao stayed.

Tan Jiping held the piece of paper with uneven edges, and his heart ached uncontrollably.

Sitting in front of Tan Xiao's hospital bed, he folded the paper and put it away.

Tan Jiping carefully held Tan Xiao's left hand with needles, under the fingers, the scar that almost killed Tan Xiao was clearly revealed.

Tan Xiao doesn't have scars. The tragic car accident with his parents on the highway didn't leave a single scar on his body. The only trace of suicide is so clear. How decisive are the multiple hands.

When Tan Xiao left, he didn't know... didn't know that behind the departure, Tan Xiao was so helpless, he struggled helplessly in the abyss, and endured the pain of parting alone in a place he couldn't see.

That night, on that silent phone call, he only needed to say a word, and he could pull the desperate and painful Tan Xiao out of the abyss.

But he didn't.

He was silent, listening to the whole process of Tan Xiao's suicide.

It was his indifference that killed Tan Xiao.

Almost.

Just a little.

Tan Jiping kissed Tan Xiao's finger, Luo Feng's words were like a giant road roller, running over his heart inch by inch.

"...What about him, how could he do it?" Luo Feng's throat was so sore that he could barely speak, "During the month you disappeared, he didn't dare to look for you, and after that, you never appeared again, he Muster up the courage to look for you, but you are always on a business trip and never see anyone. Tan Xiao often can’t sleep. Once he received a message that he knew you were in the company, he ran to find you immediately, but he still didn’t see you when he went to the company you people."

"Back then, he was crying a lot, but a lot of the time, he didn't realize he was crying."

"While the broadcast was broadcasting, he burst into tears. He often spent a whole day recording a one- or two-hour program. He didn't dare to live broadcast at all, for fear that if he opened his mouth, it would be an accident on the live broadcast, he said. Take care of your son..."

"He said that the audience said that listening to his program has healing effects, maybe you will listen to it, so he forced himself every day to record the program against the contempt, abuse, and even fists of the Tan family."

"Just because," Luo Feng wiped away his tears, "Just because you might listen! But what about you? Did you listen?"

"...May there be no time to look back, and I would like to live together with affection..."

Tan Xiao's iconic melodious male voice echoed in his ears along with Luo Feng's growls. Tan Jiping's eyelashes were wet, and he nodded.

He listened.

He listens to it every day.

It's just that at that time, he didn't know that Tan Xiao's grievances and sadness were hidden behind the two-hour program.

"...May there be no time to look back, and I would like to live together with affection. He repeats this sentence every day, every day, he is waiting for you..." Luo Feng cried, "Why didn't you come back when you heard it?! Why didn't you return!"

Tan Xiao thought hard, waiting and looking forward day after day.

But he never waited for the man who promised him a home.

Zhang Ailing said, when I met you, I became very low, down to the dust, but my heart was happy, and a flower bloomed there.

Tan Xiao waited in the dust, his whole body was in a mess, and he was covered in dust in the end.

Tan Jiping knew the reason better than anyone else.

Tan Xiao loves him, and Tan Xiao puts all his emotions on him. When his love is not responded to, he will despair like a trapped animal.

How could he forget these, forget how much this person loves him.

... He knows best what it feels like to be abandoned.

At the beginning, he thought he didn't keep it, he thought he didn't look back, and they just missed it with regret.

Tan Xiao had a good night's sleep under the effect of the medicine.

He opened his eyes again, and the gentle warm light gave him a warm feeling.

The arm was numb, and Tan Xiao was lazy, not wanting to move.

He half-closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling for three or four minutes before he realized that his forearm was not only numb, but also had two warm streams of heat.

"Hello..." His voice was a little hoarse, and he tilted his head to look at a head lying on the bed, "Are you crying?"

Tan Jiping raised his head, and Tan Xiao's eyes widened in surprise.

"Xiaoxiao..." Tan Jiping leaned close to the bed and put his head on it.

Tan smiled and pushed his face away, "Please find out, which one was beaten today—huh?"

Tan Jiping raised his body halfway, inserted his fingers from Tan Xiao's forehead, and kissed him. In his deep eyes, guilt, self-blame, and deep love can be seen at a glance.

Tan Xiao pushed him, and cared about his injuries, so he didn't dare to use too much force. After a few pushes, he found it was useless, and the fusion of lips and tongue deepened, and he got less and less air. The lack of oxygen in his brain made Tan Xiao gradually lose his independence. The ability to think, in the end, can only grasp the flesh on Tan Jiping's shoulder in vain.

They are very familiar with each other's bodies, Tan Jiping knows all Tan Xiao's sensitive points, and also knows how to tease him to get the effect he wants.

Desire itself extends to love.

Even people who don't know each other will feel affection for the person they think of at the moment when their desires are subverted. Even if it is only for a short moment, it is undeniable that the flash of that moment is indeed love.

What's more, two people who are too unforgettable for each other.

This kiss was extremely lingering and ambiguous, the two finally ended their kiss, and a silver thread that attracted people's imagination was connected one after another.

Tan Xiao opened his mouth halfway, his eyes were blurred, his chest was obviously heaving and he was panting slightly.

Tan Jiping pitifully pecked at every part of Tan Xiao's face.

Tan Xiao closed his eyes and looked obedient. He panted for a while, and sat up suddenly. Compared with the passive posture just now, the top-down posture can easily push away Tan Jiping who has inconvenient legs and feet.

Tan Xiao pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, stepped on the slippers, and rushed out the door.

Tan Jiping was sweating in pain, subconsciously stood up and wanted to chase, but fell to the ground.

Tan Jiping hammered the ground angrily, and climbed to the door with his arms on the ground, but Tan Xiao had disappeared.

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Sorry to be a little less... Sleepy sleepy, good night, good night, see you the day after tomorrow