On the second day of cohabitation, I proposed to break up

The middle-aged man seemed to have a backing, and his confidence became more and more abundant.

He grabbed Dong Yu's wrist, his nails were hard and long, and pinched maliciously. Dong Yu's skin was cold and white, and it turned red in an instant.

"Let go!" Dong Yu struggled in pain.

"Let go? Don't you run away as soon as I let go?"

There were more and more people around, Dong Yu really couldn't adapt, felt dizzy and nauseated for a while, guessed that Song Xueman had already taken Yang Xue away first, but luckily he didn't see the current predicament.

"I'll give the money to..."

The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

The voice disappeared suddenly, Dong Yu stopped talking blankly, and followed everyone's gaze and turned his head to look behind him.

Song Xueman didn't leave?

The man showed a kind smile, which in Dong Yu's eyes was extremely hypocritical, but he had to admit that this man had a pretty good smile.

"Excuse me, does anyone of you have change? I'll exchange one hundred with him, and I only want twenty." Song Xueman's appearance is exquisite and her temperament is outstanding, and if she casually stops by the crowd, it is a beautiful sight.

He is the kind of existence that is absolutely impossible to appear in the subway station in the eyes of outsiders, and some people even doubt whether he will buy a subway ticket.

Dong Yu lowered his head and gritted his teeth, scolding Song Xueman in his heart, he didn't leave when he should leave, and he couldn't even see him when he shouldn't.

The middle-aged man was the first to react. He dragged Dongyu towards Song Xueman and shouted, "I have it, I have it! You only want twenty, right? Give me one hundred, and I'll give you twenty."

When passers-by heard his words, they couldn't help feeling puzzled:

"Do you have change? Then why did the uncle give that little brother 100 yuan to buy a subway ticket?"

"Yeah, I've never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs running. It's impossible to buy a subway ticket with 100 yuan."

"Have you never taken the subway?"

Song Xueman's eyes were bent, her eyes inadvertently fell on Dong Yu's red wrist, and she immediately pressed the corners of her lips, but her smile became even bigger.

"Uncle, I'll give you five hundred, how about you buy me a subway ticket?"

The middle-aged man's eyes glowed golden, he let go of Dong Yu excitedly, and threw himself on Song Xueman, as if he was afraid that he would run away: "Really?"

Dong Yu frowned, knowing that Song Xueman was trying to save him, he was inexplicably unwilling.

He didn't know why he didn't want to, Song Xueman was his boyfriend, why did he help him out?

"He knows how to buy subway tickets? Then why did you ask my little brother to buy them for him?"

"Fuck, isn't uncle blackmailing people?"

"Hey, it's possible, my little brother doesn't look like he's short of money at all."

"Hey, uncle, you have change and know how to buy subway tickets, why do you ask my little brother to buy them for you? Are you blackmailing people?"

The face of the middle-aged man suddenly turned into a liver color. He looked at the boy who was smiling but not smiling, and then at the boy next to him who lowered his head and looked indifferent. He suddenly realized, pointed to one of the boys and said, "I see." , you two are together, right?"

Dong Yu raised his head and glanced at him, "Don't make it sound like our partner is lying to you."

"Uncle is a liar?"

"There are often people like this in the subway, my little brother has been blackmailed, right?"

The passers-by gradually realized the facts, and they complained more and more about the middle-aged man. The subway security personnel finally rushed over. After learning the truth of the incident, he said to everyone: "There are surveillance cameras in the subway, just check it out."

The middle-aged man had a guilty conscience and simply became angry from embarrassment: "You guys bullied me! This money is mine! You say that this money is yours, do you have any evidence? Is your name written on it?"

Dong Yu felt happy, thinking that you have hit the gun.

He unfolded 100 yuan, and there was a small tick in the lower right corner: "I have a habit of drawing a small tick on the bookmark in each book, which means I have read it. Later, my mother taught me a lesson because she I said that the book with a small tick could not be sold, and then I changed it, and I like to draw a small tick on my things.”

The middle-aged man didn't think that he really had evidence, his face turned green and pale, and the surroundings also burst into laughter, the little brother's slap in the face was too hardcore.

He was afraid that the man would not believe it, so he took out all the money in his pocket, and sure enough, there was a small tick in the lower right corner of each card.

Song Xueman stood aside and looked at him with a smile, and didn't interrupt, Dong Yu deliberately ignored him, pretending that there was no such person around him.

The middle-aged man ran away cursing under the mocking and contemptuous eyes of everyone.

Several people in the crowd stepped forward to apologize to Dong Yu, but Dong Yu didn't understand why they apologized at all, so he shook his head and said "it's okay" when he came.

There is still a girl videoing not far away.

Song Xueman walked behind Dongyu, who was busy saying "it's okay" to others, showing no sign of paying attention to him.

Song Xueman's eyes sank, and the corners of her lips pursed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Feeling someone pulling his hat, Dong Yu looked back at Song Xueman with a puzzled expression.

Song Xueman narrowed her eyes, a little bit of a superficial smile.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Dongyu said "Oh".

"Uncle borrowed money from me to buy a bus ticket. He said all his money had been stolen, so I lent it to him."

"And then? Why didn't you borrow it again?" Song Xueman persuasively.

Dong Yu said: "He asked me to borrow 35, but I didn't have any change, so I thought about giving him 65, so I asked, and then he said that he had [-], so he just gave it to me. When I thought about it, he Why do you still borrow money from me when you have all the money, I was going to take it back, and then he pulled me and insisted that I robbed him."

Song Xueman nodded and said to him: "You and Yang Xue go first, I have something to do."

Dong Yu said "oh" again, and left with Yang Xue.

The girl was flipping through the video on her mobile phone, when someone stopped in front of her, she almost ran into her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The girl raised her head to apologize, and when she saw the person in front of her, she was taken aback suddenly, and said in surprise, "You were just now..."

"Hello, could you please send me a copy of the complete video? Also, I would like to ask you not to send the complete video, can you?"

The girl nodded dumbfounded: "OK."

The middle-aged man did not leave after exiting the subway station. He saw the boy and another girl exit the subway first, but the other person just now was not among them.

He sneered and followed behind the two of them.

After walking with the two of them for a while, and entering a relatively secluded street, he picked up half a brick from the side of the road and held it in his hand, saying to himself, "How dare you play me?"

When passing through an alley, a cool breeze suddenly blew from his back, followed by a pain in his left waist, and he was kicked into the alley unsuspectingly.

"Who the hell... ah!"

The stick was swung at him, covering his head and face, his face was covered with blood in an instant, and the words he yelled became shattered. Someone stepped on his hand holding the brick and crushed it hard. The middle-aged man wailed and lost consciousness in an instant.

The man had his back to the light, and the eyes of the middle-aged man were covered with blood, and he could hardly see anything. He only saw a clearly outlined ankle, which should be a teenager.

The boy bent down, picked up the fallen bricks, raised them over his head, aimed at the position of his wrist, and immediately let go.

One can imagine how painful it is to be hit at such a high distance.

"Don't...I was wrong! I'm sorry...no...no!"

There was only a deep sound, and the cry of a man killing a pig sounded, but the young man turned around and left, like a passerby, staying at the entrance of the alley for a moment, looking in curiously, but afraid of getting into trouble, he quickly walked away up.

"Brother Yu, it seems that someone is calling you."

Dong Yu shrugged and said, "There are a lot of children around here, they are playing."

Yang Xue asked again: "Brother Yu, you really didn't realize that that person is a liar?"

Dong Yu stopped and said helplessly, "I didn't think about that."

"Pfft." Yang Xue covered her lips and laughed, "Brother Yu, you wouldn't be the kind of person who was sold and paid for it, right?"

"No." Dong Yu said solemnly, and after a pause for a second or two, he repeated: "Absolutely, no."

The two walked for a while and went downstairs in the community. Yang Xue brought two bags of dumplings from her supermarket, and Song Xueman came back not long after returning home.

They cook dumplings in the kitchen and Dongyu watches TV in the living room.

From time to time, their chatter and laughter could be heard in the living room.

The more you listen to Dongyu, the more unpleasant it becomes.

Ask yourself, is Song Xueman treating him well?good.

However, this kind of love is mixed with other things, and Dong Yu doesn't know what it is for the time being, but this thing has been between them for two years.

Song Xueman was kind to Dong Yu, but never confided in Dong Yu, they never communicated emotionally.

The CD that I listened to over and over again suddenly couldn't listen to it.

"Brother Yu, the dumplings are almost ready." Yang Xue shouted.

Song Xueman froze for a moment when she threw the plastic bag, and then found another plastic bag in the trash can. The two bags of dumplings tasted the same.

"He can't eat." Song Xueman said suddenly.

Yang Xue looked at him in surprise, and Dong Yu's voice came from the living room immediately: "That's just right, I'm not hungry either."

Song Xueman pursed her thin lips, but did not explain in time.

Dong Yu lightly turned off the TV, got up and went back to the room.

Hungry, he was starving, he was hungry when he smelled oden at the subway station.

But he didn't buy the dumplings by himself, and he didn't ask in advance if he had his share. If he had known, he would have eaten something downstairs.

The fragrance spread through the gap under the door, it was so fragrant.

Song Xueman didn't even remind her, she just boasted that she wasn't hungry in Haikou, and now Dongyu was too embarrassed to order takeaway in front of them.

What can I do?Bear with it.

Dong Yu lay down on the bed and listened to their voices talking outside.

He looked around the room, but he didn't turn on the light, and the light coming in from the window could only illuminate a little.

The room was full of my own things. It was a mess at first, but Song Xueman helped clean it up later.

There was a pocket watch on the desk, ticking.

The little girl couldn't stay idle after eating, so she took Song Xueman to play a game that Dongyu liked very much.

He didn't know that Song Xueman still had this game.

Hearing the game's music, Dong Yu's hands itch.

It's a fighting game that Dong Yu fell in love with when he was in high school.

He played countless games with Song Xueman, but he never won a single game.

Thinking of what he said in high school, Dong Yu suddenly laughed.

In the first year of high school, he and a few buddies leaned on the balcony and chatted, next to the door of Song Xueman's class.

From the direction he was standing, one could see Song Xueman was brushing something on the paper.

"Dong Yu, I heard that another little girl asked you to play a game?"

Dong Yu looked at Song Xueman, wondering why he was so good-looking, and let out a casual "hmm".

"Can't you see what the little girl means?"

Dong Yu smiled: "She confessed to me."

In the classroom, the boy's hand holding the pen paused for a moment, frowning, as if he was thinking about something.

"You agreed?!"

"No, she's a good gamer, I don't like it."

"Then what do you like?"

"Playing games is better than me."

"Dong Yu, prepare to be single for the rest of your life! No girl can play games better than you."

"I don't care, anyway, you must be better than me, and you must overwhelm me."

"Fuck, are you abusive?"

Dong Yu lazily said: "No, I have met too many girls these days, so I decided to take this sentence as my signature in the future."

……

The memory is very long, and Dong Yu never thought that his words would become a prophecy.

After being with Song Xueman, he has never won a game against Song Xueman.

Smiling, he lowered the corner of his mouth again.

After being together for two years, Rao Shi Dongyu never thought about that, and could feel that Song Xueman was always wearing a mask.

Pretend to like yourself, pretend to be good to yourself, and pretend to be perfect.

The pocket watch was ticking, and there was their only group photo on it.

Dong Yu was sure that the piece in Song Xueman's hand was gone.

Dong Yu felt a little tired, and didn't want to be a tool that Song Xueman took care of in order to show her perfection.

Dong Yu clenched his fists, his heart was beating sharply, and the slightest pain dragged his lungs, making him feel top-heavy.

It seems, after all, still reluctant.

He wanted to play a game with Song Xueman.

Give in to himself and beg Song Xueman to let him go. If he wins, he will continue to be a tool man by Song Xueman's side.

If you lose, take the initiative to break up, don't mistake others and yourself.

The door was swung open with a "click", and the two people in the living room looked over.

Dong Yu had already taken off his coat and put on a black shirt.

He pulled the corners of his lips and smiled: "Song Xueman, play a game with me, can I win?"

The author has something to say: Not really, the boyfriend should help you out.

ps: There are private settings in the article, but in reality it is illegal to write on banknotes!