awkward

Sun Xiangyang was quite drunk, hiccupped without fear, and grinned crookedly, "Yes, I really just said that, hehe, why do you have such a fierce expression, why do you want to come over and hit me?" !"

Ye Mu slid his Adam's apple, his eyes were dark and bottomless, and he stood there without looking back.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Sun Xiangyang didn't mind, so he directly picked up a glass of whiskey and drank it leisurely, "Why, if you don't believe me, I say you gays are disgusting, thinking about men like men all day long, I solemnly say Let me tell you once, Chen Mo doesn't have any plans for you at all! Look at your stupid posting, I feel ashamed to see it!"

Ye Mu stared at him closely, with heavy shadows on his thin face, he said with difficulty, "You're drunk."

Sun Xiangyang chuckled, "It doesn't matter if you're drunk or not, at least I dare to guarantee my life, you are like a duck being prostituted for nothing."

After hearing this, Ye Mu's face suddenly turned ugly, and he suddenly clenched his fists and grabbed his collar regardless of the occasion.

Sun Xiangyang was so strangled that he couldn't breathe, and he could only follow his instinct to breathe into the sky.

The people next to them were also taken aback, and immediately pulled the two apart, and came out to coordinate.

"Okay, you also say that he is drunk, go home and vent your anger, don't mess around here!"

"We're joking, don't take it seriously."

"Yes, Sun Xiangyang has always been unreliable, so don't argue with him."

"That's right, those words must not have been said by Chen Mo himself."

Sun Xiangyang collapsed on the sofa, stupefied, tongue-tied and said: "Go, go, slander people, I'm not reliable, that kid Chen Mo himself said that he was in a rush to fuck others, if you don't believe me, it's your fault." Go ask, conscience of heaven and earth, what I say is the truth."

"Tsk!" Someone couldn't help but blocked his mouth with a microphone, "Okay, stop talking!"

Sun Xiangyang refused to give up, stood on the sofa drinking madly, "Why don't you let me talk, didn't you just say it very vigorously. Go on, come on, come on, bet when my buddy will dump that gay guy !"

The people around were afraid of him, so they directly pressed his shoulders and pushed him down, "Damn, please calm down."

Sun Xiangyang moaned and chirped, but he still didn't want to, but he didn't move around when he was forced down.

One of them came out to be a peacemaker, "Ye Mu, that's all for today, I apologize for my brother, don't take it too seriously."

Ye Mu didn't say anything, he cast a gloomy glance at the confused Sun Xiangyang, checked out and turned to leave.

During the walk from the bar to home, although he looked calm and self-possessed, he was uncontrollably disturbed inside.

He can't believe all the words of a drunk person, but those words are like a thorn in his heart, and it hurts like suffocation if he thinks about it deeply.

It was winter, and the outdoor temperature was as low as zero. When I got home, my fingers were frozen and stiff.

After pressing the doorbell for a while and no one responded, Ye Mu tried to move his fingertips, and took a lot of effort to take the key out of his pocket and insert it into the keyhole correctly.

When he opened the door, he realized that Chen Mo had already come back one step ahead of him, smoking a cigarette with his hunched body leaning on the pole of the balcony.

The young man's back is still broad, but there is a sense of preoccupation.

Ye Mu took a deep breath, slipped on his shoes, walked slowly to his side, and stretched out his hand to take the cigarette from his mouth.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound.

Reflexively, Chen Mo slammed his hands and slapped him away.

Due to the excessive force, red marks were suddenly printed on the backs of both of their hands, causing burning pain.

Ye Mu was slightly stunned, his eyes trembling, and he didn't move after watching him for a long time.

Chen Mo pursed his lips and turned his head away from him, looking serious and distant.

Ye Mu was silent, lowered his thin eyelids, and said in a rough voice, "Give me the roots."

Chen Mo's side profile was as sharp as a dagger. After listening, his face was expressionless and he didn't move, obviously ignoring him.

With a dull expression, Ye Mu silently took the cigarette case from him, took out a cigarette from it, and said: "Fire"

Chen Mo was half smoking a cigarette, with a stiff expression as if he didn't hear it.

Ye Mu rummaged through his pockets, found the lighter, lit the cigarette butt, and smoked slowly.

He smoked very calmly, the night scene lights outside the house were colorful, reflecting his handsome eyebrows, with a somewhat unique aura that had been tempered and precipitated over the years.

After a cigarette was burned out, he lowered his head and took the cigarette case from Chen Mo again. He took out a cigarette with his slender fingers, lit it, put it on his upper lip and smoked again.

The pungent smell of smoke lingered in the lungs for a week, and was finally poured out like a long stream of water.Curly smoke rings lingered around, adding a sense of vicissitudes to him.

"What's on your mind?" After a long silence, Ye Mu finally spoke first.

There was a chill on Chen Mo's jade-like face, smoking a cigarette and not wanting to respond.

Ye Mu pursed his dry lips, pinched the butt of his cigarette and took another deep breath, and no longer spoiled him, "Say it, it would be best if I can help you solve it."

Chen Mo silently lowered his eyes, his pupils were as deep as a bottomless pit, and just quietly looked at the night scene under the balcony, "If that's the case, I don't have to worry about it."

Ye Mu looked down at the burning fire in his hand, "That's better than holding it in my heart alone."

Chen Mo still didn't speak, he lowered his head and smoked indifferently, his handsome outline was blurred by the curling white mist, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

Ye Muping looked into the distance, "Does what you told me that night still count?"

After one sentence, the answer to him was still the chilly air.

Although the two stood together with arms leaning on each other, there was no communication at all, and the atmosphere seemed to be dead silent.

Ye Mu glanced at him, his lips curled up in an ugly arc, and he wrote forcefully, "Speak."

Chen Mo stared at Heiye fixedly, his thin lips moved slightly, "I don't know if we should continue."

Ye Mu pulled the corner of his lips, and suddenly smiled.

There was a sense of sarcasm, sarcasm, and self-mockery in that smile.

If possible, he really hoped that the other party would firmly speak the truth.

But it was such a simple "I don't know" that severely smashed his face and pushed him into an incomparable abyss.

It turned out that he was self-indulgent in everything, thinking that the other party loved him as much as his life, but in the end it was nothing. Chen Mo couldn't even give an accurate answer on whether he should continue to be with him. He was tired of playing and even didn't bother to lie to him. .

It's sad and funny.

The heart was bloody like being cut by a knife, and a scar that was about to heal was torn open.

Fortunately, although his eyes were stained with unresolved grief, he never cried out, just stood there quietly and continued to smoke.

One after another, the ground was covered with ashes, and the cigarette butts piled up like a hill.

The entire pack of cigarettes was quickly wiped out.

Chen Mo took out the last one, ignited it, and took a deep breath. He didn't spit it out after being stuffy for a long time. It took a long time, and suddenly said in a low voice: "I've got someone to investigate what happened back then."

Ye Mu lowered his eyelashes, his eyes narrowed in smoke, "And then."

Chen Mo slowly pinched out the cigarette butt, his eyes changed, became cold and gloomy, and he said with a tight lip line: "Ye Mu, you are so fucking vicious."

There was a tearing pain in his throat, Ye Mu got up and wiped his face, his face was lonely, and he smiled palely, "It's good to know, I've been hiding it very hard."

There was deep blackness in Chen Mo's eyes, and he rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty, "If you don't get caught today, are you going to hide it for the rest of your life? You know that I hate that person so much, and you know that I am so taboo about my experience back then?"

Ye Mu's eyes dimmed, "Just treat me as selfish."

Chen Mo's eyes were slightly sore, "Before this, I never thought you would be this kind of person."

Ye Mu stood there, closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips parted into an ugly curve, "It's just that you didn't see clearly, I'm the kind of person with all kinds of evil deeds."

Chen Mo sniffed, "You know, I was only 13 years old at the time, and I had just been taken from a foster care place. I was lonely and was imprisoned in that juvenile detention center, where I lived a life like training livestock. At that time, I thought about dying.”

Ye Mu raised his hand to wipe his face, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."

Chen Mo's eyebrows and outlines were deeply shadowed, and after a brief pause, he said, "You really should apologize to me for hurting me so badly."

Ye Mu said awkwardly, "I will try my best to help you from the company, and the next days will be my apology."

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, "No, I won't dare to use you again after doing such a thing."

Ye Muran, his eyes dull, "Whatever, the company belongs to you, and you should be the one to decide."

Chen Mo didn't say anything, just kept his posture and waited for the cold winter wind to blow. His dark messy hair covered half of his face, making him look deep and gloomy.

After staying for several hours, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his angular face showed hesitation under the reflection of the night light, "Ye Mu, even if that person is you, as long as I think of those things in the past, I still feel hate."

Ye Mu smiled, with a sad expression, trying to be calm, "Then let's divide."

He has had enough of this kind of playful love game, and he doesn't want to deceive himself any longer.

There shouldn't be any other emotions between men and men.

I didn't think it before, but now even he himself is a bit ridiculous and disgusting.