amnesia

When Yan Wenxi opened the door of his house, he saw two pairs of shoes scattered in the entrance. One pair he recognized was Du Mo's, and he ordered it for Du Mo at an old custom-made shoe store at the beginning of this year, and the other pair was some fancy bright leather. The style, however, is unfamiliar.

He knew exactly what this meant, but he still didn't give up. He walked in lightly, and when he reached the living room, he heard gasps and slaps coming from the half-covered bedroom door.

Du Mo, his live-in lover, is sleeping with someone else at the moment.

That's right, didn't he know it when he entered the door? Could he still expect Du Mo to just bring his friends home for tea?

Du Mo would never bring his friends to him, he would only bring all kinds of men back to bed, using this way to vent his hatred and revenge on Yan Wenxi.

Yan Wenxi stood in the living room, let out a deep breath, and put the bag in his hand on the tea table. It was a special product he bought when he was doing business in other provinces, and he brought it back for Du Mo, although he knew that Du Mo would not appreciate it. .

Then he backed out slowly, and gently closed the door without making a sound, as if he had never come back.

After going out, he called Yan Wenhao, then got into the car, exhausted, and went back to the main house where his elder brother lived to take refuge.

"Go take a shower." Yan Wenhao said when he heard the door open, although he still stared at the report in his hand without looking up, "I have asked the kitchen to prepare food for you."

"En." Yan Wenxi responded in a low voice, and went up to the second floor with ease.

After Yan Wenxi took a shower and went downstairs wearing a bathrobe, Yan Wenhao had already packed up the materials and was sitting at the dining table waiting for him to take his seat.

"Brother." Yan Wenxi greeted, took his seat and picked up his rice bowl.

Yan Wenhao looked at him for a while, sighed, turned around and took a red wine and a red wine glass, and poured half a glass for each of them.

"Come on, let's have a drink." Yan Wenhao raised his glass to him.

Yan Wenxi raised his glass, took a sip, and continued eating.

Seeing the absent-minded appearance of his clothes, Yan Wenhao knew that it must be because of Du Mo again. In the past few years, he watched the two of them torture each other. Although he knew that his younger brother did something wrong, he still felt sorry for him.

"Brother." Yan Wenxi suddenly put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said with an ugly face, "Is Du Mo's heart really made of stone? We have been together for so many years, and it is still so cold and hard. No matter what I do, I can't move it at all." he."

Yan Wenhao looked at him calmly and said, "Has he brought someone back to mess around again?"

"……Um."

"You deserve it." Yan Wenhao commented mercilessly.

"I know." Yan Wenxi smiled wryly, "I know he hates me, but I just don't want to let go. I've been thinking about him since I grew up. At that time, I wanted to get him by any means. Now... "

"You regret it?"

"I don't know, I just feel tired." Yan Wenxi pressed his forehead and said, "The first time he slept with another man at home, I was so angry, but I was not willing to do anything to him, so I brought him back MB was beaten to death...but now, I just feel tired, I don't even have the energy to beat someone, so I want to run away."

Yan Wenhao looked at his tired younger brother, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

In his heart, he hoped that his brother would let go, but in fact, he did not agree with Yan Wenxi's approach at first.But he told Yan Wenxi at the beginning that feelings cannot be forced. He said this once, and he won't say it again.He will only give advice to his younger brother, and will not interfere with his decision. Everyone needs to decide their own life, no matter what the outcome is, they can only bear it by themselves.

In the end, Yan Wenhao said: "If you have nothing to do, come back and stay for a few days, it can be regarded as being with me."

"Thank you brother." Yan Wenxi said, smiling at his eldest brother.

Seeing that he seemed to have restrained his emotions, Yan Wenhao raised his glass and drank slowly with his younger brother.

"Everything is done? Is there any change in Province X?"

"Not yet, but I heard that there will be changes in the leadership over there, and the specific situation is still being investigated." Yan Wenxi sipped his red wine, "I will go to City C in a few days, and I have to personally inspect the batch of goods."

Yan Wenhao nodded, and said: "Bring more people, the world is not peaceful recently, several rabid dogs are staring at our Yan family, you should be careful."

"I know."

Yan Wenxi raised the corners of his mouth, sweeping away the haze just now, it was still the second young master of the Yan family who was well-known in the underworld.

After staying at the eldest brother's house for a week, Yan Wenxi took the time to go back home. Fortunately, he didn't see any other men's shoes in the entrance this time, only Du Mo's pair of shoes, neatly placed on the mat.

From the room used exclusively for Du Mo's studio, there was a small sound, which should be the sound of brushes being washed. Yan Wenxi walked towards the studio, and subconsciously glanced at the coffee table. The special products he brought back were still there. Du Mo didn't even want to touch it, even if it was to throw it away.

I can't even tell what I'm feeling.disappointment?Yan Wenxi has been disappointed all the time—except for the few days when Du Mo just agreed to be his lover and moved here, Yan Wenxi was immersed in the joy of getting Du Mo and ignored the others, and then he realized something was wrong.

In the past few years, it seemed that the two of them had no happy or even peaceful memories, and Du Mo had been resisting him with indifference.When talking, he will answer, but he has no emotion; when going to bed, he will lie down and let Yan Wenxi toss, but there is no response like frigidity; only when the two quarrel, Du Mo will show emotion. A feeling called hate.

Yan Wenxi walked into the studio and stood behind Du Mo, with a perfect smile that had been adjusted, but when he saw Du Mo's paintings, it was shattered, his slightly opened mouth could not make any sound, and a biting chill climbed up Yan Wenxi's back.

Du Mo should have sensed that there was someone behind him, but he didn't turn around or look up. He just focused on drawing the gentle man on the paper with the brush——the man who had a mutual affection with Du Mo, his teacher Yang Kun in college. .

Yan Wenxi took a deep breath before suppressing the chill. He put his hand on Du Mo's shoulder and said softly, "Mo, I'm back."

Du Mo responded inaudibly, as if Yan Wenxi's existence didn't matter.

Yan Wenxi inadvertently saw the fascination and tenderness in Du Mo's eyes when he was staring at the person on the drawing paper. How much he wished that Du Mo could show such an expression when he looked at him, but he knew it was impossible. After leaving Yang Kun, when facing himself, there is only hatred.

He felt uncomfortable for a while, so the hand holding Du Mo's shoulder tightened unconsciously, probably because it hurt Du Mo. The latter turned his head in displeasure, looked at him indifferently and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Wenxi forced himself to show a not-so-ugly smile, and said, "Well, I'm going to City C tomorrow, and I want to have dinner with you when I come back today. I've been busy outside lately, and I always get together less often with you."

Yan Wenxi avoided talking about Yang Kun on the drawing paper, because every time he mentioned it, he would always quarrel with Du Mo. He came back today just to take a good look at Du Mo, and didn't want to have an unpleasant fight with him. Most importantly, he I don't want to see the hatred in Du Mo's eyes, and I don't want to hear Du Mo say cruel words.

After Du Mo listened, he just replied coldly: "It doesn't matter."

That's right, it doesn't matter, Du Mo is probably wishing that he didn't go home all the time, so as not to upset him.

Yan Wenxi suppressed the boredom in his heart, still with a smile on his face, he nodded and said: "Then go and change clothes, I'll wait for you."

Du Mo glanced at him, packed up the painting tools, turned and went to the bedroom to change clothes.

Yan Wenxi stood in the studio, looked at Yang Kun on the drawing paper, and clenched his fists.

This man, even though Yan Wenxi had managed to make Du Mo leave him and not meet him, even if he got married and had children later, he was still deeply rooted in Du Mo's heart.As for myself, no matter how much I pay for Du Mo, I will never leave a trace in Du Mo's heart. Yan Wenxi's status is not as good as that of the wild men on the side of the road. Du Mo would rather sweet talk to MB than give him any good looks .

He really wanted to tear up the painting, but he didn't do it. He didn't want to quarrel with Du Mo because of it, ruining the dinner plan later, and then he went to City C with a stomach full of unhappiness.

If it was a few years ago, maybe he would have torn up the painting. At that time, he was impatient and violent, and he always had troubles with Du Mo, but now, maybe he has matured and learned to Converged, or maybe, he was extremely tired.

After Du Mo changed his clothes, Yan Wenxi drove him to a western restaurant.

The ambiguous and sentimental candlelight, the melodious and moving piano sound, the delicious meals and the fiery roses, in such an atmosphere, still can't hide the cold aura of Du Mo.

The two ate in silence, and neither of them spoke. Du Mo didn't want to talk, and Yan Wenxi didn't know what to say. In the past, he could pretend not to care and have a one-sided conversation, but now he doesn't seem to have the energy left.

Du Mo put down the tableware, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth.

Yan Wenxi looked at the plate in front of him, took a few mouthfuls of steak, and a little untouched dessert, and asked with some concern: "I only ate so much, don't you like it?"

Du Mo looked at him and said flatly, "Looking at you, I can't eat it."

Yan Wenxi suddenly lost his appetite. He used to love the steak here, but now it tastes bitter in his mouth.He swallowed the meat in his mouth, put down the tableware, picked it up and wiped his mouth.

"I'm going to City C tomorrow, and I may have to stay for a few days. You should be careful here. It's not peaceful recently, so I'm afraid that something will happen to you..." Yan Wenxi heard Du Mo snorting in a low voice. Once, he pretended not to hear, and continued, "Take care of yourself, and contact Ah Heng if you need anything."

Ah Heng is Yan Wenxi's confidant, a good brother who grew up together since childhood. When his father just passed away and the Yan family was fighting for power, Ah Heng even blocked the gun for him.The one he trusts the most is Ah Heng, and the world is not peaceful recently. He told Ah Heng to stay in this city and take good care of Du Mo.

In the end, Du Mo replied indifferently, and he had heard it.

Yan Wenxi sighed in his heart, called the waiter, and sent Du Mo home after paying the bill, but drove back to the main house by himself.

Du Mo has been resisting him, but he finds himself getting more and more tired of dealing with it. A few years ago, he would get angry or order Du Mo forcefully, but now, he silently accepts Du Mo's indifference and revenge, Then run away.

Has it really come to an end?

Yan Wenxi was sitting in the car, looking at the starry sky above the skylight in a daze.

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Excavation of a new pit ~ All kinds of whipping are welcome _(:3」∠)_

The previous pit was dropped, because I think that article is too nonsense, so QAQ