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09.

Song Wan had a dream.

The dream was pitch black, and there was a road. He walked along this road, and after walking for a while, yellow light oozes in front of him.It was a two-story house, the first floor was the lobby, and warm yellow light continuously poured out of it.

Song Wan approached, and through the glass window, she couldn't help short of breath.

There is him when he was young, his father, and his mother in the house.The three of them were sitting on chairs, with a big birthday cake on the table in front of them.The hall was full of streamers and balloons.Song Wan thought about it in a daze, but she couldn't remember what age's birthday party it was.As Xiao Song Wan blew out the candles, his father walked to the piano and played cheerful music skillfully, while his mother took his little hand and danced in the hall to the music.

The laughter continued, and Xiao Song Wan's eyes narrowed into crescents.

Song Wan outside seemed to be infected by such a happy atmosphere, and she couldn't help but curl her lips.

Suddenly, there was a harsh pressing sound from the piano, and the happy tune disappeared instantly. The young father stood up, and the mother and Xiao Song Wan also stopped dancing. The three of them turned their heads in unison, their faces full of cold expression, eyes glazed.Coolness rushed up from behind, Song Wan took two steps back in fear, her heels tingling for a while.

A yellow light flickered around.

Song Wan looked at each other for a few seconds, and suddenly realized that the three people in the room were not looking at him anymore.The little boss followed his gaze hesitantly, and his stepfather's face magnified in front of his eyes.

"Song Wan, Song Wan..." The stepfather who appeared out of nowhere kept approaching.

Song Wan screamed.

The environment on all sides has changed, it is still the yellow light, but it has become the property of the kitchen.Two sides of the square windows are still broken, and the hissing and exhausting wind is blowing through.The light bulb is shaking in the wind.

Song Wan retreated reflexively, her leg bumped into something, her body couldn't stop falling, and she fell on the bed.Touching the hard bed made Song Wan's scalp tingle.

"Song Wan, Song Wan, here I come..."

Sweat trickled down from his forehead.

He saw his stepfather walking in slowly, holding a broken white wine bottle. The tall man smelled of alcohol and blood - that was the smell left by his resistance to biting his neck.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and Song Wan suddenly realized that he was also involved in the smell.His mother was away that day, but he came back late due to his high school graduation. He had a class reunion, drank a little wine, and played wildly with his classmates. He took off his coat and went home wearing a single shirt with an open neckline.

Then the stepfather arrives, with a ferocious, bloodthirsty gaze.Get close and touch him.Song Wan was aroused by the wine and opened her mouth to bite him.Then the stepfather hit him with a wine bottle, hitting his head, which made him dizzy and lost his courage, and he could only flee in panic into the room that could not be locked.

His fingers trembled and he couldn't help it.

How many years have passed, but he is still afraid, so scared that he doesn't know what to do, and he is so scared that he can't move.

He glanced feebly, and was facing the kitchen with a dim yellow light. In the next second, his pupils were filled with his stepfather's malicious smile.

Who can come and save him?

Save him from this endless nightmare?

Song Wan almost bounced off the bed.

Sweat soaked all of his forehead hair.

The bright lights around him made it difficult for him to tell whether he was in the bungalow at that time or the newly rented apartment he escaped later.Song Wan didn't dare to confirm, she held her head and panted continuously.

There are small crackling sounds in my ears, which sound like the sound of paper, one after another, slowly, like calming waves.

A slightly cold finger came over, Song Wan was frightened, and couldn't help hiding aside, trying to curl up into a ball.

"Song Wan?"

Song Wan used to think that hearing someone's call in a novel or TV show would make her feel at ease, and it was bullshit. At this moment, he truly understood that the panic was eliminated in an instant, just because he heard that person's voice.

Song Wan looked over slowly without refusing.

"What's wrong with you?" Ji Chennan, who didn't know why, just wanted to laugh when he saw the little boss Mumu's expression.

Song Wan stared stiffly, "Ji Chennan?"

Ji Chennan: "?"

Unwillingly, Song Wan called out again: "Ji Chennan?"

Ji Chennan: "..."

Ji Chennan: "Well, it's me, having a nightmare?"

Song Wan didn't speak, turned his head to look at the night outside the window, then turned back, "You..." He was eager to say something, but he didn't know where to start.The night is always inexplicably fragile, and inexplicably wants to put aside the disguise and talk to it. "...What are you doing?" After stammering for a while, the little boss finally choked out a word.

Ji Chennan burst out laughing.

"You're sleepy." He said, rubbing Song Wan's hair, "I'm sorry, is the light too bright, affecting your sleep?"

12pm.

The bedside lamp was on, albeit low.Ji Chennan was topless, half-sitting on the bed, and was covered with a quilt with him.He rarely wears glasses, the ones with gold frames, and holds two documents in his hands, looking ascetic.But thinking of what the man did to him just now, in this situation, he immediately ran to the well-dressed, beastly, and gentle scum.

Song Wan: "I've never seen you wearing glasses."

"Oh." Ji Chennan adjusted his glasses as a gesture, "I will wear them when reading books or documents."

Song Wan: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

He caught a glimpse of Ji Chennan's cigarette case on the cabinet.

"You know how to smoke?" Ji Chennan was obviously a little surprised.

Song Wan nodded: "I want to smoke now."

Ji Chennan smiled and became interested for a while.Today is destined to be full of surprises. Influenced by what happened at the age of 18, he always felt that Song Wan was a frequent visitor in that circle. Later, when they met at the noodle shop, it was purely a little wild wolf.Even though many of Song Wan's behaviors afterwards looked like a fool who knew nothing, pure and shy and unaffected, and his occasional temper was like a cat scratching, but the imprinted memory could not fade away, Ji Chennan still thought he deliberately pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger .

Ji Chennan thought of the ambiguous expansion in the dark room just now, lust|desire can deceive people's reason, but the technique cannot.However, now the little rookie said he wanted to smoke again, and the man had never seen the little boss smoke.

Song Wan, Song Wan, what kind of person are you? !

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to him. Song Wan impatiently took it and stuffed it into his mouth, calling for a lighter in a vague voice, and Ji Chennan patiently helped him light it.

The moment the white cigarette paper was lit, Song Wan took a deep breath, the hot and bitter smell rushed straight into the nasal cavity, and the throat duct seemed to be scalded by a tongue of fire, dry and dry, Song Wan couldn't adapt to it, and immediately coughed violently.

Ji Chennan couldn't bear to laugh out loud, he snatched back the cigarette and put it in his mouth, and patted the little boss's back steadily with one hand.Ji Chennan knew how to smoke when he was in high school. He often hid in a remote and deserted toilet with Tang Ming and a few other classmates. He had never seen such a stupid way of smoking.

Song Wan coughed for a while, coughing up tears, and stared at him dissatisfied: "Give me back the cigarette."

Ji Chennan tilted his head back slightly, inhaled slowly, and sprayed the smoke on Song Wan's face, causing another cough.

"Fool." Ji Chennan said, "If you don't know how to smoke, don't be brave, it will be sucked into your lungs."

Song Wan was slightly startled, shut up and shrank into a ball again.

"Huh?" Ji Chennan waited, but before he could respond, he didn't take it seriously, "It's getting late, go to sleep." Picking up the documents scattered on the bed, he planned to continue reading.

Song Wan: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Ji Chennan: "There is still something to look at."

Song Wan: "Why watch it now?"

"Hmm..." Ji Chennan likes to concentrate on his work, and he doesn't like to talk to him very much. After a while, he made up for it and said, "Because the work is not finished yet."

Song Wan: "Then why are you going out today?"

Ji Chennan smiled officially: "Occasionally, you have to relax."

Song Wan leaned her head on the quilt and muttered softly, "Liar."

The work progress was interrupted, and Ji Chennan felt more and more like finding fault when he read the words of the little boss.Taking a deep breath, he rubbed the little boss's head again, and his words became a little serious: "Don't make trouble, go to sleep."

"I can't sleep." Song Wan finally looked at Ji Chennan, "I had a nightmare."

Ji Chennan was not surprised: "What kind?"

Song Wan: "You want to hear it?"

Ji Chennan looked at the document, and then at him. There was a cluster of small fires in the little boss's black eyes, which were very weak and crumbling. If he didn't pay attention, he would disappear into the bottomless abyss and never find a trace again.Ji Chennan followed the little boss and looked outside, the city had stopped at 12 o'clock, only the neon lights were still shining faintly.

It's quiet around here, and it's a good time to talk.

Ji Chennan put down the documents in his hand. There was a lamp beside him, but there was no light at the little boss's place. He stared at it persistently, with shadows jumping all over his face. "I'll listen to you," said the man.

Song Wan's heart beat faster.

He wants to tell a secret. This secret has been oppressed for many years, making him breathless. The little boss longs for another person to bear it together.If it was usual, he would grit his teeth and rush through, but today is different——

He couldn't get through it, he didn't know why he couldn't get through it all of a sudden.

"I..." nervous, teeth chattering, "I dreamed of my stepfather."

"Oh——" Ji Chennan remembered what Song Wan said in the morning, that his parents divorced when he was a child.

Song Wan quickly interrupted: "He raped|raped me."

The man didn't speak, Song Wan continued, once the conversation started, he couldn't stop, otherwise, he would collapse.

"My mother met and remarried with that person when I was in junior high school. In fact, I always felt that there was something wrong with that person. He looked at me or... I didn't like to stay there, but I had no place to go. My father and other women After I got married, that woman didn't want to accept me...the first time it happened was when I graduated from high school...and then many times..." Song Wan fell into a kind of panic, her eyes widened, and she grabbed the quilt tightly with her fingers , His whole body was trembling, and his words began to be confused, but he didn't stop, as if he wanted to confide all his fear, anger and grievances for many years, "My mother seldom came home later, because my stepfather would beat her, and my stepfather would also beat me. I know the CD you mentioned..." At this moment, he glanced at Ji Chennan, and Ji Chennan was terrified, as if his despicableness and contempt were revealed in his bright and shining eyes.

"I was in bed at that time. I didn't sleep for several days to beware of him. I was really tired. That day my mother was going to go out with him on business. I thought it was impossible for him to come back, so I couldn't help but fell asleep. I didn't expect him to When I came back halfway, he cursed and beat me when he saw me sleeping. I was woken up by the beating, and it seemed that I was woken up by the pain. He beat me and scolded my mother. My stepfather likes to drink very much. When he was tired, he sat next to me to breathe. I was very scared at that time, especially, I hoped that my mother would come back soon. Unfortunately, no, my stepfather went to the kitchen to get a bottle of white wine. The bottle of white wine was poured into my mouth, and at that moment I thought I was dead, my thoughts and strength all disappeared, it was all snowflakes, just like the TV screen I saw when I was a child." Song Wan kept panting, "After that he I just started... calling my mother a slut while doing him, maybe because my mother fell in love with another man when she quarreled with him. I didn’t know that he made a video that day, it was the CD you saw, He wanted to threaten me with a CD, so that I could not leave his side, so that he could beat and scold me. But it was very uncomfortable, and my mother came home less and less often, and she was also disappointed with her second marriage. It dragged on for a year, I ran away while my stepfather was asleep."

"He doesn't keep promises!" Song Wan suddenly raised her voice, "I obviously did what he said, but I really didn't know what to do. I was only 18 at the time. But, he still spread these things... ...So, I'm not...I'm not..."

not what?

I am not a broken shoe? !Isn't she a bitch who rides thousands of people and fucks thousands of people? !

Song Wan didn't say anything.

Ji Chennan didn't know what kind of expression to use. The incident happened suddenly. He was shocked at first, and then he was a little angry. He couldn't control the divergence of his thoughts. He thought a lot for a while, but when he reacted, he felt that he didn't think about anything. He was dazed and annoyed Mixed, until the burning cigarette ash burned his fingers, and he instinctively shrank back, which brought him back to reality.

"Then... where is your stepfather now..."

Ji Chennan's voice was hoarse.

The man didn't understand why he asked this sentence. If he knew, would he want to avenge Song Wan? !

"Oh." Song Wan smiled, "Unfortunately, he was seriously ill a few years ago and died without any money. This ending is too cheap for him. His stepfather is a gangster. He should be beaten to death in a corner of a chaotic street by someone. suitable."

Ji Chennan stuffed the cigarette into his mouth again.

Song Wan: "I want to smoke too."

"Don't..." Ji Chennan wanted to refuse directly, but Song Wan's expression was pitiful and he paused. Ji Chennan took a puff and put the cigarette in his mouth.With one hand, he stroked the little boss's head and kissed him on the lips.

Song Wan opened it with her tongue, the soft tip of her tongue felt the erosion of the smoke, bitterness, but immediately came the other party's tongue, sweet and warm, rolling his in it, blocking the soreness and paralyzing the nerves.

Song Wan looked confused.

Ji Chennan let him go, and the cigarette held between his fingers was burnt to the point where there was only one butt left.

"Disgusting?" The man lowered his voice.

Song Wan shook her head: "What about you, will you dislike me?"

In fact, what he wants to ask more is, do you think I'm disgusting?

Ji Chennan smiled: "No way."

"Then can I sleep in peace now?" He asked again.

"No." Song Wan replied, "You shouldn't read the documents in front of me." He suddenly boldly straddled Ji Chennan's body, holding the man's shoulders so that he could only look at him.

Poor papers crumpled on the bed.

"Wow." Ji Chennan feigned exclamation, and hugged him subconsciously. This posture can only look at the little boss's face, but not his beautiful back. "So you like this posture." Ji Chennan teased.

Song Wan blushed and leaned into his ear: "Has anyone ever told you that you look like a pervert when you wear glasses?"

He hardened at a glance.

"Really—" Ji Chennan pinched the little boss's buttocks bit by bit.

Song Wan narrowed her eyes.

With the secret out of the way, all he wanted to do now was to have fun and relax.