After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

"Brother Zhang Yan? Brother Fang Qian?" After Yi Han changed his clothes, he saw the scene where the two men were at war.

Although he didn't know what happened, he also felt that something was wrong, so he hurried over to smooth things over.

"What's wrong?" he asked tentatively.

"It's nothing." Fang Qian said to him, put his arms around his shoulders, and smiled softly at him, "Aren't you going to eat casserole? Hurry up."

"Yeah." He nodded and turned to Zhang Yan, "Brother Zhang Yan, is it okay for you to be alone?"

"It's okay. You guys go first." Zhang Yan said, looking a little strange for some reason.

Fang Qian and Yi Han left together, and the cafe was completely empty.Zhang Yan cleaned up the bar by himself, locked the door, turned off the lights, watched the neon lights of the city reflected in the glass window, and stood there in a daze for a long time.

The moment Fang Qian held Yi Han's hand, ugly jealousy engulfed his reason, and he could hardly restrain the urge to separate them.

But he can't.

Even if Fang Qian is really dating Yi Han, what does it have to do with him?

To Fang Qian, he is just a stranger with a name and surname, nothing more.

"Brother Zhang Yan?" Someone suddenly called out.

Zhang Yan was startled, and came back from this trance state. It turned out that Wang Lan opened the door after changing his clothes. Seeing him standing there blankly, he couldn't help asking: "Why don't you leave?"

"Oh, let's go now." Zhang Yan smiled at Wang Lan, "Go back quickly."

Zhang Yan thought that he would never have anything to do with Fang Qian again.However, Destiny always likes to joke with others. Only a week later, he saw Fang Qian again.

There was hot air in the room, making people breathless, and even feeling depressed.

Ever since Fang Qian and Yi Han left together last time, he couldn't calm down anymore. After making a mistake with the guest's drink for the second time, Zhang Yan decided to go to the rooftop to blow some air and smoke a cigarette to refresh his mind.

But as soon as he opened the door to the roof, he saw two familiar figures.

Fang Qian and Yi Han.

The two slender figures overlapped, Fang Qian held the back of Yi Han's head with one hand, and kissed him on the lips.

The coldness of early winter seeps in, from the inside out.

After the second to sixth ribs, the place to the left of the sternum, the pain caused him to tremble uncontrollably. He bit his lower lip tightly, bleeding from the bite, in order to stop his urge to speak out.

He thought that there would be nothing more painful than losing He Lanjue in the world.

He was wrong.

Just seeing Fang Qian kiss someone else was about to kill him.

Those eyes once gazed at him with the same tenderness, and the lips as soft as roses once kissed him with the same care.

He was reluctant.

He loves him.

But he shouldn't love him, it was just the body that He Lanjue once possessed, but it became the only vestige of their love, and the only driftwood he could hold on to in the river of pain.

There was buzzing in his head, his limbs were cold, and he couldn't make a sound in his throat. Only by silently chanting "That's not He Lanjue, that's not He Lanjue, that's not He Lanjue..." did he gather a little strength and force himself to Turn around and leave.

However, Fang Qian had seen him a long time ago: "What? After watching such a good show for so long, isn't it enough?"

He turned around numbly, Fang Qian's eyes had already locked on him.

He let go of Yi Han in his arms, and stepped in front of him: "Zhang Yan, do you know how ugly your face is?"

He didn't answer him, just said: "So you don't like men."

Fang Qian raised one eyebrow, unable to deny it.

"If you are serious, treat him well." Zhang Yan clenched his lower lip, his embarrassment gradually increased, but he continued, "If you are just playing, then I advise you not to play with fire and let go as soon as possible."

"Hey, stalker, how do you know I don't like men? We used to know each other well? Or..." Fang Qian had a smile on his lips, "You can't stop stalking me at all?"

The distance between them was too close, as if they were tall, so that he could see all the teasing and teasing in his eyes.

The alarm sounded in his heart, Zhang Yan took a step back, trying to smooth out the shock in his heart: "I guess."

"Guess? How did you guess it? Could it be that you are gay?" Fang Qian leaned over and looked at him with interest.

Zhang Yan gritted his teeth: "Yes, I'm gay."

This sentence successfully blocked Fang Qian's mouth, and he finally stopped asking.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry." Zhang Yan repeatedly apologized. He seemed to be getting smaller and more humble. He took one last look at Fang Qian, turned around and went downstairs.

Mingming had made up his mind early on to leave, but he hadn't been able to get away, letting himself be immersed in the drug addiction called Fang Qian.

But everything has a price, everything today is his punishment.

Enough is enough.

How long will he be obsessed with it?

Zhang Yan ran down the stairs quickly, stumbling a few times, but he didn't care at all.

Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

Yi Han came over with a confused face: "Brother Fang Qian, did you quarrel with Brother Zhang Yan just now?"

Not to mention Zhang Yan, even he himself didn't react.

At most, he and Fang Qian just had a meal and watched a movie, and there was no progress at all for a few months. He thought Fang Qian had no intention of further development, but he didn't expect him to kiss him suddenly just now.

The moment of the kiss, surprise, confusion, and panic were mixed together, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Yi Han took his hand shyly: "I...I like you very much too, for a long, long time..."

Fang Qian shook his head with a livid face, and broke away from his hand: "I'm sorry, I suddenly feel unwell, so let's go first."

"What?" Yi Han thought he didn't hear clearly, but Fang Qian had already gone downstairs quickly.

When passing by the bar, he glanced in the direction of Zhang Yan, hesitated for a moment, and finally left the cafe.

Even he himself didn't know why he suddenly kissed Yi Han.

Demonstration?revenge?or something else?

In a short moment, he recalled that he told himself that he was about to resign and leave, that Zhang Yan confessed to him at the moving party, and that he blocked the falling beam for himself.

Irritability, loss, resignation, anger, countless feelings, simmering in a pot, gathered and rolled in his heart.

He couldn't wait to tear off Zhang Yan's cold appearance and see what was going on in his heart.

But Zhang Yan once again chose to retreat.

Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan... his mind is full of that man, he is not like himself at all.

How can I stop thinking about him?

Fang Qian slammed his fist on the steering wheel, the car horn suddenly sounded, and the sharp sound echoed in the underground parking lot, startling the passing white-collar workers.

On the other side, Zhang Yan got off work and walked to the riverside with a bag of beer.

The colorful night was reflected in the river water, and the damp and cold air rushed towards his face. Only after being blown by the cold wind, he slowly recovered from the state of walking dead.

He sat down on the edge of the flower bed, opened a can of beer, and scanned the sparkling river with blank eyes.

The bitterness of the beer rolled down from the tip of the tongue all the way to the stomach, but the distorted pain in my heart did not disappear. Instead, it flowed around like a strong acid, eroding a big hole in my chest, and I could only drink alcohol continuously , can be slightly relieved.

The phone buzzed, Zhang Yan finally stopped getting drunk and picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Zhang Yan?" Wu Qin's voice came from the other side of the microphone, "Where are you? I have a mission."

"In Jiangbin Park." Zhang Yan said, taking another sip of beer.

Probably because his nasal voice was too strong, the other side of the microphone was silent for a while, and finally said: "What's wrong with you today?"

"It's nothing." Zhang Yan said, "I just feel a little bored, and I want to come to the riverside to enjoy some fresh air. I'm almost done, and I'll be here soon."

If he can no longer hear something wrong with him, then it's not Wu Qin.

"I'll be right over," he said quickly, and hung up the phone.

Zhang Yan looked at the mobile phone in a daze, the alcohol made his brain dull: "What did he just say?"

Forget it, take care of him.He smiled meaninglessly and continued to drink.

After drinking too much, the tongue does not seem to feel the bitterness of hops, only the slight heating feeling when the alcohol rolls into the throat.

The world gradually blurred, and the shadows of lights turned into dazzling streamers.I don't know how long it took, maybe a minute, maybe an hour, a shadow fell in front of him, blocking the night scene, Zhang Yan raised his head, only to see a tall figure standing in front of him.

He was wearing a knee-length black windbreaker, and he looked like he had just rushed back from a long distance. Zhang Yan squinted his eyes for a while before he recognized the person: "Wu Qin?"

Only then did Zhang Yan realize that what Wu Qin had just said on the phone was "Come over later".He was a little embarrassed when he was caught drinking embarrassingly.

Wu Qin glanced at the scattered beer cans in the bag, then at Zhang Yan, who was drunk and confused, and frowned: "You drank too much."

"Not much." Zhang Yan smiled coyly, "I'm not drunk yet."

"You're drunk, come back with me."

"Nothing. It's just a few cans of beer. I'll go back after drinking this can." Zhang Yan said, patted the open space around him, then opened a can of beer and handed it to him: "Since you're here, come with me Let's have a drink together."

Wu Qin hesitated for a moment, took the beer, and sat next to Zhang Yan.

"Just came back from outside?"

"Ah."

"Is it all right?"

"good."

"It feels like I can hardly see you now, Director Wu." Zhang Yan teased.

"I'm not the director." Wu Qin said.

"It will be soon." Zhang Yan patted him on the shoulder, "I felt a long time ago that you are different from others, and I think you always have an awesome aura about you. It seems that my intuition is quite accurate of."

Wu Qin's shoulders froze for a moment, but he didn't move away, and there was silence between the two of them again.

Zhang Yan withdrew his hand, sighed, and looked down at his knees.

He had a lot of things in his heart, but he didn't know who to tell, since He Lanjue left, he could only bury everything in his heart.But tonight, when he saw Fang Qian kissing Yi Han, everything got out of control.

He had known for a long time that Fang Qian would fall in love and have his own life, and he kept telling himself not to interfere, not to be nostalgic.

But there is still a voice in my heart begging humbly: not Yi Han, not the people around him, not where he can see.

It’s ridiculous.

All are ridiculous.

Whether it's in a good mood when facing Fang Qian, it's also good to make such unrealistic prayers.

Sometimes he wondered if it was all a dream.From the very beginning, there was no He Lanjue, nor Fang Qian, and there was no such unforgettable encounter in his life.

People, like Sisyphus, know that there is no hope, but they still want to repeat the cycle.

However, tonight, alcohol probably softened his defenses, and he asked the people around him: "Wu Qin, tell me, what if there is someone in my heart that I can't forget?"

The people around him were speechless for a while, just when Zhang Yan thought he would not answer, Wu Qin suddenly said: "Then remember it. Waiting time will work."

"You're right, that's all there is to it." Zhang Yan looked up at Jiang Jing, his voice gradually lowered: "Wu Qin, I'm not as free and easy as you, I'm just an ordinary person, so I can't do it... ..."

The edge of the beer can clutched in his hand caused pain in his palm, and the pain spread along his arm to his heart.

Zhang Yan smiled dumbly, shook his head again, and said dejectedly, "I'm sorry, I've been talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart, I'm probably really drunk..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were suddenly grabbed by something cool but soft—it was Wu Qin's lips.