left pocket

When I went to the company the next day, everyone felt weird.

It's okay, I can understand it, after all, it was me who cried like a goose at night.

After I went back last night, I reflected deeply, not knowing what to do with these two photos.

When I woke up in the morning, I was relieved, what should I do, just let it go as before.

But when I really put it in, I felt that I couldn't put it down.In the photo, Zong Ze smiled so beautifully, he was like a villain trying to cover up all his sunlight.

I think I am really a bad person, if Zong Ze is still alive, if Zong Ze just left and went to other places, if Xiao Ming and I have developed into what we are now.

Then when Zong Ze appeared in front of me again, I would still choose to take him along.

I seem to be able to foresee Xiao Ming's reaction, which is probably to silently pack up his things and go to find the next shelter where he doesn't have to wander.

That's what makes me feel guilty all the more.

When people feel sorry for others, it is nothing more than self-blame and guilt, because they have done something wrong, because they have hurt the other party.

I did something wrong, hurt Xiao Ming, and hurt Zong Ze.

Intellectually speaking, Zong Ze would not be harmed.All his meanings to me, there is only one piece of memory left in my mind.

I understand, I just don't want to hurt myself, it's bullshit to talk about the beauty of the past, I just don't want to condemn myself in my heart as a man who betrayed his love.

"Brother Liu," the beauty Xiaoling who was teased by the madman two years ago is standing next to me holding a document, "The director wants you to deal with this document."

I felt very strange in my heart, this Xiaoling had nothing to do with my department, why did she come to deliver the documents.

It's nothing else, but this Xiaoling always gives me a weird feeling.

It seems that he has always secretly promised me.

I think I've become more and more shameless recently.

I was going to the parking lot after get off work, when a person suddenly appeared in front of me, I took a closer look, isn't this Xiaoling?

I smiled kindly, "What's wrong?"

Xiaoling continued to look at me with that strange eager look.

"...Xiaoling?"

"Brother Liu," she suddenly smiled, "Do you still remember what a few days are?"

In a few days, Teacher's Day?

Seeing my puzzled look, most of the enthusiasm in her eyes faded, "Six days later, September [-]th, do you remember?"

There were two beeps not far away, but no one was seen.Hear his voice before seeing him, and people like to play this game very much nowadays.

In my impression, it was a pattering September, and it had been raining for a week before NO.13.I don't know if this conforms to the laws of geography, but the weather gave me the feeling that the cold front finally ushered in an overwhelming victory after a week of fighting to the death, and a torrential rain fell.

Since then, on September [-]th, it has never rained.

"I'm his younger sister." Xiaoling said, "Half-brother, don't you know?"

Of course I don't know why Zongze would tell me this.

"We... have a very good relationship." Xiao Ling smiled, "Isn't it strange? It's obviously a relationship like that, but it's like a real brother and sister."

When she said that, I remembered that Zong Ze seemed to have mentioned it to me.

His original words were: "I have a younger sister. She is close to me. She has a good relationship with me. But she has gone abroad. If she comes back, I will introduce you two."

My answer at the time was that what you said was the same as the introducer.

Zong Ze made a gesture to hit me, and even if the topic was covered, I forgot that there was such a younger sister in a short time.

"It was only when I came back that I learned that brother Zongze had jumped off the building," Xiaoling said. "I was surprised when I heard the reason. I have always been curious about what kind of person his boyfriend is."

"You are, how do you know me?"

"Is this difficult?" Xiao Ling became agitated as she spoke, "My father, after he got drunk, kept saying that that Liu Gang was the one who killed Zong Ze."

"But I know it's not you," Xiao Ling said with a trembling voice, "Zong Ze was coerced. He was beaten up after he came out of the closet. He managed to escape back to school and was threatened by his father."

"No, it's also my father, this beast."

I watched the girl in front of me laughing and crying, and finally her expression became indifferent and numb, and my heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Threat of what?" I heard myself say.

"Who else?" Xiaoling giggled harshly, "You."

"Baby, come and let my husband hug you hard." I spread my arms and smiled like a fool.

"Hold me. Come and help me make the bed." Zong Ze moved around on the bed with his buttocks pouted, but he still couldn't make the bed.

I smiled and climbed up and patted his butt to signal him to get out of the way, and he dodged after a pat.

"Fuck, I fell down two days ago and it still hurts." He pouted and said unhappily.

"Shall I rub it for you?" I smiled and leaned over to kiss him, wrapping my left hand around him.

"Hiss—" He trembled all over.

I didn't understand, but he explained: "There are also bruises on my arms and back, and it hurts when I touch it."

I said distressedly: "Why are you so careless, where did you fall?"

"On the stairs."

I understood, and didn't dare to hug him anymore, for fear of hurting him again.

Zong Ze had been in poor health during that time, and the weather turned slightly cooler later on. Everyone else was fine, but he caught a cold.I lie on the bed in the dormitory every day and study how to make one nostril unobstructed.

Now that I think about it, I was always a fool.