spirits in throat

Rong Zhao walked to Fan Yao's house based on his memory, and he didn't know what he was going to do or what to do until he went downstairs to Fan Yao's house.

He no longer knew how to open his mouth to comfort others.

Sitting on the bench downstairs in Fan Yao's house for a while, Rong Zhao got up and took out his mobile phone, trying to edit a WeChat message: "I'm downstairs in your house."

"Da da da", Rong Zhao heard the rhythmic, high-heeled shoes hitting the concrete floor, getting closer and closer, and came out through an iron gate.

Amid the sound-activated lights, a tall woman in a white V-neck dress came out of the corridor.

The light shone on her body, like a layer of frost, making the woman's beautiful face even more white and beautiful, like walking down a snow-capped mountain, beautiful and cold, without a trace of warmth.

Rong Zhao remembered what Ye Qian said in the shopping mall that day, the beauty of ice and snow.

In front of him was Team Lin's prospective girlfriend, Tang Siling.

Tang Siling saw Rong Zhao, stopped in his tracks, looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, and said softly, "Officer Rong?"

Rong Zhao nodded, with a cold expression on his face, obviously rejecting people thousands of miles away and not wanting to talk.

For a long time, Tang Siling hadn't received such cold treatment in front of men, it was always those men who knelt and licked her.

She couldn't help touching her face, touching the delicate and perfect bridge of the nose and plump and small lips with her fingertips, and then drove away the panic in her heart.

She stabilized her mind, took two steps forward, stopped in front of Rong Zhao, raised the corner of her lower lip slightly: "Does Officer Rong live here?"

A faint scent of perfume wafted over, Rong Zhao frowned, took a step back, his expression was still indifferent, if it wasn't for Team Lin's sake, he wouldn't even want to say: "No."

Two girls who came back from get off work passed by and kept looking back at Rong Zhao and Tang Siling.

When a handsome guy and a beautiful woman stand together, it is easy for people to make up a lot of love-hate stories.

Rong Zhao knew what they were talking about. He was often peeped at, but he had never been repelled like this. This made him feel uncomfortable, like a poisonous snake crawling on his skin, sticky and disgusting.

Rong Zhao didn't know Tang Siling, let alone her character.He could only attribute this disgust to the fact that the other party was Team Lin's woman, and she couldn't be tied to him like this and be discussed by others.

Tang Siling didn't seem to intend to leave, she took another step forward, and placed herself in the brightest spot of the street light, as if to let the other party see her beautiful appearance more clearly.

Rong Zhao turned around to leave, but was stopped by Tang Siling, her voice was ambiguous and direct: "Do you want to come to my house?"

Rong Zhao raised his eyes and saw this woman who never smiled smiled.

When she laughed, only her mouth was moving, and the muscles on her face were all stiff. With her bright red lipstick, she looked very weird in the night, as if she had just escaped from a ghost movie.

Rong Zhao spit out three words coldly: "No."

Tang Siling's pupils trembled heavily as if he had heard a death notice.Being rejected must be because he is too ugly.

Tang Siling raised his eyes to look at Rong Zhao, his eyes became deeper and deeper, like a bottomless black hole, at any moment, thorny vines would climb up and strangle someone's throat.

She quickly hid the emotion in her eyes, and looked at the man in front of her tenderly: "Don't reject me again."

Rong Zhao took a look at Tang Siling, and felt that this woman had something wrong with her brain and her spirit was not normal.

It was normal at first, but after being rejected by him, it became a little crazy.

Rong Zhao thought about it carefully, he was sure that he had never seen this woman, but she seemed to have seen him, and maybe even liked him.

Rong Zhao said in a low voice, "Respect yourself."

After hearing this, Tang Siling turned around as if fleeing, lowered her head and walked quickly outside the community, while taking out a mask from her bag and putting it on to cover her face.

Soon, her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and the muscles on her face shook with panic, fear, and anger.

She started scratching her face and arms until her nails were bloodied.

A piece of skin on the arm was ripped off, and a drop of blood ran down the skin and dripped from the fingertips.

She looked down at the blood on her hands, her eyes seemed to be covered with a piece of red gauze, and the whole world turned blood red, just like that night six years ago.

She was rejected again, she was rejected twice by the same man.

She has already hired the best plastic surgeon, how can she be so ugly.

He must have rejected her because she was ugly, and she wanted to find a better doctor for her plastic surgery.

Tang Siling was in a trance, unable to walk steadily, almost twisted his foot several times.Feeling that the mask was not enough, he took out a parasol from his bag and opened it to cover himself firmly.

Seeing Tang Siling's strange behavior, Rong Zhao quietly followed her until she walked out of the community gate and took a taxi.

"What are you doing?"

With a hand on his shoulder, Rong Zhao turned his head to see Zhou Ye, recovered his senses and said, "It's nothing, just take a look."

Zhou Ye poked his head and watched Tang Siling's taxi drive away: "Why are you sneaking after Team Lin's girlfriend?" As he said, he pinched Rong Zhao's shoulder with his fingers, as if some kind of punishment.

Rong Zhao shook off Zhou Ye and rubbed his aching shoulder: "No, I just feel a little weird."

Zhou Ye didn't see what was weird about Tang Siling, he only knew that Tang Siling was good-looking, just like Fan Yao said, like a fairy, even gays can straighten when they look at it.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Have you become straight?"

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, and seriously reiterated for the nth time: "I am straight from the beginning, and I don't need to be straight."

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao's shoulders, turned his head and put it against his ear, and said in a low voice, "Rong beauty, you've turned into a mosquito coil, and you still have a hard mouth."

Rong Zhao was sprayed with hot air by Zhou Ye, raised his hand and scratched his ear, and pushed Zhou Ye aside: "You are gay, don't infect me."

Zhou Ye glanced at Fan Yao's community: "Have you seen Fan Yao?"

Rong Zhao shook his head, and took out his phone from his pocket. The WeChat message was still in the edit column, and he didn't send it out. He deleted it word by word. He glanced at the time and said, "It's too late, it's not appropriate."

Zhou Ye asked as he walked, "Why is Team Lin's girlfriend living in Fan Yao's community? Does she live here?"

Rong Zhao thought that Tang Siling had walked out of Fan Yao's apartment building, so he turned around and asked Zhou Ye to call and ask.

According to Fan Yao, she met Tang Siling through Team Lin. She added WeChat and often chatted about beauty and skin care.

When the two walked to the gate of the Municipal Bureau, Zhou Ye took out his phone and checked the time: "You go back first, I'll be home in an hour."

Rong Zhao nodded: "Call me before you go home."

Zhou Ye smiled, and his peach blossom eyes glowed tenderly in the night: "Okay, I got it."

It felt so good to be missed, he looked down at Rong Zhao's lips, wanting to kiss them.

They haven't kissed seriously yet, the last forced kiss doesn't count, and the last time they rubbed the corners of their lips doesn't count, he thinks he has a response to him, a brave and passionate kiss that is really willing to accept him.

Rong Zhao didn't think much about it, he was afraid that Zhou Ye would suddenly go home early and see something he shouldn't have seen.

He had a courier delivery during the day today, and he asked Sister Zhang to collect it. It was the watch he picked for Zhou Ye. He wanted to go back and pack it up.

After picking up the courier and returning home, Rong Zhao locked the door and began to unpack the courier box.

Although he picked it by himself and knew the style and appearance of the watch a long time ago, he was still looking forward to it, as if he was unwrapping a gift that belonged to him.

Rong Zhao put the disassembled courier bag by the door, washed his hands, and carefully took the watch out of the box.

He stood in front of the mirror and made a gesture on his wrist.His wrist is thin and white, and the watch strap is a bit thick for him, which doesn't look very coordinated.

Zhou Ye's wrist is thicker than his, and his skin is darker, which suits him just right.

Rong Zhao took the watch off his wrist and put it in the packing box, thinking whether to go to the gift shop to choose a beautiful packing bag, and tie a dark blue bow on it.

He knows that Zhou Ye likes bows in private, and he often talks about the one on the back waist of his big red dress, and pesters him at night, asking him to take it out for him to touch, euphemistically called girl's heart, Said it was fun.

In fact, it is slutty.

But when giving gifts to others, one must always match what they like, Rong Zhao locked the watch box in his closet and went downstairs.

There is a gift shop just outside the alley, which is still open at this time.

When Rong Zhao walked in, there were only two middle school girls in school uniforms picking out gifts.

Rong Zhao walked to the shelf and looked at the colorful wrapping paper in front of him. He felt at a loss as if he had returned to the shopping mall to pick out gifts, not knowing which one to choose.

He picked up a few pieces of starry sky blue wrapping paper and matched it with a black watch box.

Turning around, he pulled a few more dark blue ribbons, gestured at his hands, and tried to tie a bow, but sadly found that he couldn't tie it, and no matter how much he wound it, it was a mess.

A girl with a ponytail came over, smiled and said, "Little brother, let me teach you how to tie a bow."

Rong Zhao was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, but still passed the ribbon on his hand, and said softly, "Thank you."

"Tie a knot first, pay attention to the front and back of the ribbon when tying the knot, and then grab the small ear of the ribbon on the left..."

The girl explained and demonstrated seriously.

Rong Zhao watched and memorized it carefully, tried it, and found that his hands were very stiff, and the ribbon was very cute in the girl's hand, but he became disobedient when it came to him.

"Don't worry," the girl looked up at the rather good-looking little brother in front of her. Seeing sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, the girl smiled, "Valentine's Day is coming, are you going to give a gift to your girlfriend?"

Rong Zhao blushed when he heard the word girlfriend, and shook his head: "It's not for girlfriend."

Another girl with shawl hair came over, smiled kindly, and joked, "That's the crush."

Rong Zhao lowered his head and tied the bow tie, even the tips of his ears were covered in red, and said in a low voice, "No, it's for an ordinary good friend."

"How is it possible?" The two girls laughed at the same time, their voices were like lively wind chimes, bringing the whole old and corrupt urban village back to youthfulness and happiness.

The girl with ponytail showed Rong Zhao how to tie a bow again: "Who would spend so much thought on sending ordinary friends."

The girl with shawl hair was bold, looked at Rong Zhao and said, "Look, your face is blushing."

The ponytail girl continued to mutter: "Next, I will wrap the ribbon around the back of the small ear, turn it over again, and then wrap the ribbon on the right side in front of the ear again..."

Rong Zhao never thought that one day he would stand in a girly gift shop and discuss with two little girls about Valentine's Day gifts and how to tie a beautiful bow.

This scene is both funny and embarrassing, thanks to Zhou Ye.

He must have lost his mind before deciding to run over to learn how to shoot butterflies to satisfy Zhou Ye's little interest.

After buying something, Rong Zhao walked on the way home, looked down at the time, Zhou Ye probably hasn't come back yet.

Passing by the massage parlor with pink lights again, with a "bang", an ashtray flew out of the house, almost hitting Rong Zhao's feet.

A flower-armed man wearing a gold chain pointed at the proprietress and cursed: "Damn it, what the hell, I almost frightened me to wilt."

After dropping a box of napkins, he began to scold again: "Bring an ugly monster over here to scare who!"

The proprietress laughed along with her, and obsequiously passed cigarettes to the guests: "Calm down, I'll give you another one now."

A woman was covering her stomach with her hands, she seemed to have just been beaten by this customer, she sat on the ground and dared not move.The other hand is covering the left half of his face, and a black lace mask is scattered beside him.

Rong Zhao has a good memory, and he recognized this woman at a glance. It was the one who stood at the entrance of the massage shop to greet him and Zhou Ye last night.

At the time, it was thought that she was wearing a mask on her face to create some kind of interest, but now it seems obvious that she is not, she is to cover the disfigured left half of her face.

The mask was taken off, and it can be seen that the left half of her face was almost completely destroyed. Under the pink light, it looked like a big flesh-colored centipede was lying on her face, with twisted skin and flesh. Everyone who saw it felt a burst of physical disgust.

The woman picked up the black lace mask on the ground and put it on again, and struggled to get up from the ground. Before she could stand still, she was kicked by the rambunctious flower-armed man, who spat on her face and cursed with disgust: "unlucky."

The door of the massage room was closed, and the passers-by who watched the excitement dispersed one after another. They had no sympathy for that kind of woman who was willing to degenerate.

Why don't you study hard when you can study, but if you are admitted to a university, you will degenerate to this kind of end where you can be kicked, beaten and trampled.

Even if the family is difficult and cannot go to school, anyone with hands and feet can go to the factory workshop to make a living.

Rong Zhao bypassed the ashtray by his feet and continued on his way home. He didn't care much about other people's affairs, nor could he care about them.

Everyone has their own suffering, which cannot be summarized and defined in a few words.All good and evil, right and wrong, cannot be measured with a ruler.

Whether people drifting in the bitter sea are overturned by the waves and drowned, turning into floating corpses, or riding the wind and waves to reach the sunny shore, only fate knows.

Rong Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at the gift wrapping paper in his hand. It was printed with very faint stars and dark lines, which reflected light and sparkled. Against the dark blue background, it was like holding a whole starry sky.