my brother became a scum

This experience in Wenzhou made me laissez-faire about the commutation of Zhang Chen's sentence. It's good to come out early, but staying inside is a ticking time bomb.

When I went to see him in prison, I kept my mouth shut about Mr. Bai. He was still the same, touching his hands and kissing his face, and saying flirtatious words, but I didn't feel any emotional fluctuations in my heart. As soon as I saw him He would think of Mr. Bai, and when thinking of Mr. Bai, he would also think of Ms. Chen who died young.

When Chen Heping was young, he had caught too many adulterous affairs, and he is still alive today.But I will also comfort myself, after all, the relationship between me and Zhang Chen was just a relationship with friends with benefits. Since it is not a boyfriend, there seems to be nothing to blame for the open relationship.

But my memory happens to be pretty good, and we agreed to try, and he was still able to go out and fuck, with Paul, and the woman who was in bed with me at home, and people I didn't know.

He is clearly the kind of person I hate the most, but I just fell in love with him. I don't want to be crazy about love like my mother, but maybe her blood is flowing in my bones.

Zhang Chen's daily thought report has increased from 3000 to 5000 words. He writes a good article, so he uses it to participate in various essay competitions held by the prison.

In addition to this, he also joined the working group of prison intelligent file management, and a group of cyber fraudsters to develop new systems and new software, and is said to be writing patents.

The lawyer next to me said that once the current work is verified, Zhang Chen can at least apply for a half-year sentence commutation. If I am willing to work for him, I can apply for more.

Zhang Chen doesn't have any reliable people anymore, at least on the surface.As my control became stricter, most of the shareholders in the company fell on my side, and it was rare to cause any disturbances.Wu Qingfei's high blood pressure relapsed, Wu Ming sent the old man to a nursing home, and he hasn't appeared in front of me for a long time.

Zhang Chen didn't ask me to help him, but both he and I knew that I was the only one who could and was able to help him. Violating national laws and seeking the best interests of the parties within the scope permitted by the law is originally part of the work of lawyers.

After seeing Zhang Chen again, I asked the driver to drive me to my alma mater and walked into the campus.There is a well-known ginkgo road in my alma mater. Every autumn, the leaves of ginkgo trees will flutter down with the breeze and cover the road, attracting many photographers and students to come and take pictures. So when I step on the thick leaves, my feet are a little soft.

I raised my hand and happened to catch a leaf. I touched the clear veins with my fingertips, and Zhang Chen's voice seemed to ring in my ears.

He said, "You are here."

Zhang Chen, in his 20s, was wearing a camel-colored windbreaker, stepped on thick leaves, and walked up to me step by step. He looked at me steadily and said, "Why don't you contact me?"

We only slept a few times, and every time he woke up, he would leave early. I couldn't tell what the relationship between us was, friends with benefits, or a secret relationship.

I know that he is a rotten person, and I also know that he is a scumbag. I was thinking about drawing a line, so I didn't take the initiative to contact him. It was the line I drew for myself.

Fortunately, he is also very busy, busy with things that I cannot understand or participate in. There is no trace of him on campus, and I can easily push him out of my world.

At that time, I thought, I haven't seen him for a long time, and those mixed emotions that shouldn't be there will always fade away. One day, we will stop our current relationship, and it won't be too embarrassing.

I thought I was about to forget about him, but he reappeared.

He didn't step on the thick leaves, but on my heart, and every step made my heart tremble violently.

I looked at his unbelievably good-looking face, and my body longed to clamor and hug him. I wanted to say to him——I miss you very much, but I know, I can't.

I didn't speak all the time, he turned his head and clicked his tongue, but in the next second he hugged me—the kind of hug in the real sense, my feet left the ground, and my eyes shot up, but I haven't responded yet Come here, he picked me up like he was carrying a sack.

I cursed "Fuck" and wanted to punch his back, but that was too sissy, so I had to scold him: "Put me down quickly, aren't you sinking?"

"It's a bit heavy." He smiled lowly, but hugged me tighter. "I think you can't sleep well, do you miss me?"

"Zhang Chen, are you sick?" It's not very comfortable to be hugged like this. The most important thing is that I don't have face. If I meet a familiar classmate, I will be ashamed.

"I've been waiting for me to send me a message and for you to call me, but I can't wait for anything, so I have no choice but to come and find you."

Zhang Chen's love story is really sweet, knowing that it is false, but still can't help but believe one or two.

"You can let me go, don't crush your shoulders."

He was quite obedient at this time, or maybe he really had no strength, and put me down. As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, his face suddenly enlarged, and he kissed my lips precisely.

Zhang Chen's kissing skills are very good. With his palm resting on the back of my head, I was forced to only look at him. My tongues are not sticky when they are intertwined, but rather affectionate.

I was burned out by his kiss, I tentatively pursued the initiative, and then got it easily, we stumbled to the side of the road, I pressed him on the ginkgo tree, held his chin and kissed him hard, ginkgo The leaves fell quietly and sprinkled on our shoulders.

I reluctantly ended this overly long kiss. He raised his hand and wiped the water dripping from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and smiled softly at me.

Is that love?

Yeah, if it wasn't for love, why would my heart be beating so hard?

We walked across the ginkgo road hand in hand, discussing what to eat at night, like every innocent couple.

I was studying in the self-study room, and he was handling his official business on the side. I did my homework for a while, and my shoulders suddenly sank, only to find that he had fallen on my shoulders, and naturally slept soundly, with the wind blowing over his forehead. Broken hair, revealing delicate eyebrows and eyes, I held my breath and secretly kissed the top of his hair.

He is Zhang Chen, my childhood playmate, and the person I trust the most in this world.

I thought of a sentence unrealistically-childhood sweethearts, growing old together.

We rode bicycles together around Shichahai, Zhang Chen took the bicycle away from me, I couldn't help but let go of the handle with one hand, and pinched his cheek.He was making trouble, I was laughing, the sun was shining on my face, and it was full of warmth.

Find a rambunctious movie at the movie theater and buy an oversized popcorn to put between the two of you.I supported the popcorn bucket, and heard Zhang Chen's hands grabbing the popcorn and eating it—the popcorn bucket ran out of water before the movie was finished, and I looked at him in the dark with the light of the screen, his expression was very innocent , said softly: "Next time buy a super big barrel."

The weather was obviously cold, and he was still showing his ankles, and his thin and long legs were bounded by his close-fitting trousers. If I had to say it, it was——so flirtatious.

Occasionally when I turn my head, I can see him secretly looking at me, his eyes are shining, I can't help but squeeze my hand.

I pinched him and he would kiss me, sometimes on the cheek, sometimes on the lips.

We are dating, right? He obviously likes me.

Damn, I seem to like him a little too.

He likes me, I like him, are we together?

We were huddled in the small kitchen, he hugged my waist like a koala, and muttered softly: "Brother Ping, I want to eat sweet braised pork, sweet..."

It took me a lot of perseverance to push the sugar jar far away, and I said, "Sugar has been added."

"It's not sweet enough, just a little bit of sugar will add color..."

"I can't eat any more sugar."

"Oh……"

My heart trembled, and I was about to comfort him, but his hand touched my crotch restlessly, and I was shocked.

"What are you doing?"

"Touch you," he said confidently, without shame or shame, "don't give me braised pork, and don't give me some other meat."

My face turned red: "I didn't just do it this afternoon..."

"Chen Heping, you shouldn't be impotent, right?"

Even a man can’t be said that——

"Let me serve the meat first."

I tried to maintain my composure, but when it came to the last word, I couldn't help biting my pronunciation.

Zhang Chen let go of his hand very obediently, watched me take out the meat, and automatically and consciously took a plate and put it on the meat.

The second his hand left the plate, I hugged him, and he said with a sullen smile, "Chen Heping, can you hug him?"

But spontaneously wrapped my waist with thin and long legs, we stumbled into the bedroom, kissed on the not spacious bed, tore our clothes and got tangled together.

When everything stopped, he lay on my chest, his hair was wet with sweat, and stuck to his face obediently. I stroked his hair and pinched the soft flesh on the back of his neck.

I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, were we together, but he opened his mouth first as if he realized what I was going to say.

What did he say?

Thinking about it, he said——"Chen Heping, you make me so comfortable."

After hearing this sentence, I felt uncomfortable, as if he was with me just because of this grass, and I couldn't ask what I wanted to ask, so let's just be an ostrich and let it go.

From autumn to winter, Zhang Chen stayed with me almost every day. We did everything that couples in love do, even drove for three hours, climbed to the Great Wall, and asked someone to help carve a sign .

"Chen Heping/Zhang Chen will be together forever"

Between me and Zhang Chen, there is still a confession, since Zhang Chen is not willing, then I am willing to give it a try. I bought candles and crookedly put together a heart shape in the back of the library.

I was waiting for Zhang Chen to pick me up, but he didn't come. I dialed his number, but the person who answered the phone was not him, but a stranger.

The man said that Zhang Chen drank too much.

I said I would pick him up, but after he hesitated for a while, he told me the address.

I put away the candles, thinking that today is really not a good day.

I trotted away from the school and took a taxi at the gate of the school. I reported the address, and the driver gave me a surprised look.

When I arrived at the destination, I realized it was a bar. I gave Zhang Chen's name, and the waiter took me in to find him.

I pushed open the door of the box, saw stacks of wine, and saw Zhang Chen lying drunk on the sofa.

There was no one else in the box, so I appointed him to help Zhang Chen, but he couldn't help him up. In the end, he had no choice but to carry him on his back, and asked the waiter to call a car for him.

I carried Zhang Chen on my back and walked forward step by step, but I heard him say—"Davy, you are living a wonderful life."

I almost threw him on the ground, and I hoped I had heard wrong, so I asked him, "Who is Davy?"

He didn't speak.

I coaxed him softly and asked him again: "Brother Zhang, what is your relationship with Chen Heping?"

I knew that his circle of friends called him Brother Zhang, so I was just trying to coax him.

He was silent for more than ten seconds, I thought he was asleep.

But he still spat out a sentence in a daze.

He said: "What's the relationship...Pao, friend."

He seemed to want to say something, but felt nauseous. I unloaded him, and saw him half kneeling on the ground, and began to vomit.

The waiter just rushed over at this time, I took out 500 yuan from my bag and stuffed it into his palm, I said, "I'll give you the money, and you send him home, is that enough?"

"Not enough." The waiter took the money, but gave me this sentence.

I took out another three hundred, handed it to him, and said, "That's all."

The waiter helped Zhang Chen up, I gave him one last look, turned and left.