Can't be chased

It was raining lightly outside, An Fan closed the window, checked every room and checked all the rooms before reassuring, and went back to the kitchen again.

He was a little unwell, and he would inevitably be lethargic for two days in this kind of weather. If there was another flu season, there would be almost no time to escape it.

Pork rib soup was boiling in the pot, gurgling and bubbling, and a little white mist came out of the heat. Thinking of Sheng Ming's big mouthful of food, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

Today Sheng Ming came back later than usual, An Fan checked the time several times, the food had been reheated again, and there was no movement at the door.

"you come back……"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Sheng Ming didn't come back alone. Hulala followed several people and rushed into the room noisily. They were all his buddies.

The few people didn't hesitate, as if they had arrived at their own home, the originally quiet and empty living room suddenly became noisy.

An Fan was at a loss. He had lived here for two years and hadn't met Sheng Ming's friends a few times.

He pursed his lips, stood aside, and watched them unpack the meals packed from outside on the table. The rich aroma of the food diffused out, completely covering up the smell coming from the kitchen.

Several people didn't pay much attention to Anfan, it seemed that they didn't realize that he existed until Sheng Ming called him.

"What are you doing standing there?" Sheng Ming didn't seem to be in a very good mood. He sat on the sofa without moving as soon as he entered the door, his voice full of impatience.

An Fan hadn't heard Sheng Ming speak to him in this tone for a long time, and he was not used to it for a while.He didn't speak, went to the kitchen to take out the dinner plate, and went to the table to help organize the food and drinks.

Someone suddenly said: "Hey, I said Sheng Ming, this one will not be the same as before, right? How long has it been, two years? Is your boy changing sex? Why are you so in love?"

An Fan's hand froze for a moment, and the people next to him laughed, and someone went on to say, "Oh, how often we changed our bedmates, Young Master Sheng. This one must be very capable to hold Young Master Sheng for so long."

At the end of the conversation, there is already a deliberate obscenity in it.They laughed wantonly, as if An Fan, the person involved, was not present at all.

Sheng Ming frowned, and said coldly: "Okay, why are you talking so much nonsense, leave quickly after eating."

A group of people have always been used to being chaotic, and they are all young masters who have never been second-guessed since novels. Today, when they were welcoming a friend, Sheng Ming finally relaxed and came to his house for dinner. Now they are all excited, and they don't listen to him, and continue to boo.

"See, Sheng Ming has learned to protect people now?"

"I can't believe it, I can't believe it."

A voice that didn't fit into the noise rang out, with a persuasive smile: "Enough is enough, what will you do when Sheng Ming gets annoyed later?"

Seeing that the protagonists of today's celebration have all spoken, and everyone has had enough trouble, they don't want to really annoy Sheng Ming. Just as they were about to laugh and change the subject, Sheng Ming suddenly said: "It's worth all of your nonsense that you're going to sell it. .”

An Fan stood behind them all the time, keeping a short distance from them. He listened quietly to what those people said earlier, as if the person they were talking about was not himself.

Sheng Ming's words made him raise his head suddenly, and looked over in disbelief. He quickly let go of his strength and lowered his head again, but his fingers twitched and grabbed the edge of the table next to him.

His hair has grown a bit long, and he has been too lazy to cut it, but now it has some benefits, and it can barely cover his eyebrows and eyes when it hangs down.

Jiang Tang glanced at him, then at Sheng Ming, who frowned and gulped down his wine, and smiled more meaningfully as he thought about it.

While no one was paying attention, An Fan went back to the kitchen, the moment the door closed, the noise outside was slightly isolated, as if he had just learned to breathe, the air suddenly rushed into his nostrils, making him cough a little uncomfortable.

He thought...

It may be that life is really easy, and Sheng Ming's kindness to him made him forget the relationship between the two, and he was blinded by his imagination and habits.

It took him a long time to breathe on the door before he recovered, and when he moved, he realized that his legs were a little stiff, as if he had just escaped from a big dream.

He used to put all the meals on the stove into lunch boxes and put them in the freezer, so he can heat them up at home tomorrow.

He washed all the used tableware again, and wiped the sink carefully. After walking around, he found that there was really nothing to do, and the noise outside had not stopped.

An Fan felt a little sleepy, his head was very dizzy, and the feeling was even more obvious when he stopped now, so he simply sat down against the cabinet and buried his head between his legs.

Gradually, those noises in the ears became less clear, as if separated by a thick layer of membrane, and then became farther and farther away.

"Squeak."

An Fan's hands and feet twitched, his hands were removed from his legs and hit the cabinet behind him, hitting his elbows, and his whole arm went numb.

Jiang Tang walked in, and the kitchen door closed behind him.An Fan got up in a hurry, but Jiang Tang didn't seem to notice his embarrassment, and said politely: "I'll come in to get some dinner plates, is there any more?"

An Fan was flattered by his attitude, said yes, then turned around and opened the cabinet to take it.

A low laugh came from behind: "It seems that you are really familiar with this place. I heard that you have lived here for two years?"

Anfan's movements stopped.

"My name is Jiang Tang. It's my first official meeting. It's a pleasure."

An Fan handed him the tableware, still with downcast eyes, which made people feel strange and boring.

Jiang Tang didn't leave: "Actually, I'm curious, how do you..."

"Why so long?" Sheng Ming suddenly appeared at the door.

Jiang Tang walked towards him with a smile: "It's okay, your kid can knock his arm against the cabinet while sleeping, let me take care of him."

Hearing this, Sheng Ming glanced back at An Fan, but he only glanced at that, then took the plate from Jiang Tang, and the two left together.

They didn't close the door, An Fan stared at it for a long time, walked over to close the door again, and then felt a little strength regained.

It was almost eleven o'clock when there was no sound outside.Jiangtang didn't drink much, so he didn't ask Sheng Ming to see him off. He wandered downstairs with a group of drunks who were just beginning to drink mad, and called a driver for them one by one.

The living room was messy, there were cigarette butts everywhere, and there was an unpleasant smell.Sheng Ming leaned back on the sofa and propped his forehead. He drank a lot today, his brows were tightly frowned, and he didn't look very comfortable.

An Fan walked over and said softly, "Go back to the house and sleep?"

Sheng Ming didn't move.

An Fan thought for a while, and walked over to help him back to the room. The moment his hand touched Sheng Ming, Sheng Ming suddenly opened his eyes, staring at him clearly and sharply.

An Fan suddenly withdrew his hand, and subconsciously apologized: "I'm sorry."

Sheng Ming's clarity didn't last long. After staring at Anfan for a while, he couldn't hold it anymore. He closed his eyes again, and his body softened. He stretched out his hand and asked Anfan to help him up.

Sheng Ming was much taller than An Fan, and he was also stronger. It was a bit difficult for An Fan to support him, especially since Sheng Ming put almost all of his weight on him.

In the bedroom, An Fan took a breath and was about to change Sheng Ming's clothes, but before he took off his shirt, he turned over and pressed him hard.

Sheng Ming held An Fan's limbs tightly, and sprayed his alcohol-smelling breath on his ears.

Sheng Ming seldom treated him so rough/violently. An Fan was a little scared and in pain. He struggled a few times, but was suppressed by Sheng Ming again with brute force.Sheng Ming didn't speak, but panted heavily, seeing that he was being obedient, he continued to bury his head, pinching An Fan's wrists until he lost all color.

The hot/hot lips moved upwards, but what they touched was not the warm skin, but the cold water.Sheng Ming's movements stopped, and he stood up, only to see tears streaming down the face of the person under him.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm out to sell, I shouldn't spoil your interest, I'm sorry."

Although he was apologizing, his tone was very flat, neither shame nor anger could be heard, but the tears kept flowing quietly.

Sheng Ming let go of him, lay down beside him, and only said one word: "Get lost."

It took a long time to tidy up the living room before it was almost clean. Anfan opened a window to diffuse the smell. The rain outside became heavier. With the window open, there would be raindrops blowing in continuously, hitting his face cool, but it made Anfan Feel better.

It was past twelve o'clock, so he went to the kitchen after thinking about it, and took out a well-packed cake from the freezer. It was not very big, enough for two people to eat.

He didn't light candles, he didn't sing to himself, he just ate a small piece of expired birthday cake alone in the kitchen late at night.