under the filth

Eisen forcibly broke into Tang Cen's house and stood in front of him. The door behind him was closed at some point.

Tang Cen looked at Eisen who was serious and serious, and felt apprehensive for no reason.He took a step back, but his waist hit the shoe cabinet.

Aisen stood in front of him, and the retreat behind him was blocked again. Tang Cen struggled on the spot for two seconds, and could only force himself to face Aisen.

Looking at the solemn person in front of him, Tang Cen felt that he was like a death row prisoner with a rope around his neck, standing on the gallows and waiting for the executioner to pull the wrench and pull the wooden board under his feet away.

For various reasons, Eisen was unable to speak a word to Tang Cen during those few years in college. He once thought that it would be impossible to see Tang Cen again in this life, but he never thought that after more than ten years Such coincidences still happen in the past.

It was enough to surprise Eisen before bumping into each other at the hotel, but the irrational affair made him restless for a long time, and he was even ready to never see him again.It wasn't until he faced Tang Cen face to face again in the narrow apartment corridor that Eisen made up his mind.

Tang Cen was standing right in front of him, and there was no one around who would hinder him. He had no reason not to confess to him and pursue him openly once.

He pursed his lips, with an embarrassed look on his face: "I know it's sudden, but I..."

In the middle of speaking, Eisen stopped. Tang Cen didn't know the reason for the pause, but he saw the shadow in those gentle green eyes, and at the same time, he was shocked by the affection in those eyes and backed away halfway. step.

No!Please don't say it!Tang Cen knew what Eisen was going to say next, he yelled frantically in his heart, begging for Eisen to stop, but his throat seemed to be choked, he couldn't make any sound, his body was stiff Standing still, waiting for the final execution.

Eisen naturally didn't hear Tang Cen's begging, he said, "I like you."

Even though Tang Cen is abnormal in other people's eyes, in Eisen's eyes, Tang Cen has always been what he likes, no matter who he has loved or hated.

He thought that what he offered to Tang Cen was roses, but he didn't know that what he took away was the only piece of wood that Tang Cen was standing on.Eisen failed to hear the begging in Tang Cen's heart, and he took away the wooden board that Tang Cen was stepping on.

Tang Cen closed his eyes in despair, he heard the sweet devil whispering in his ear, holding a rose soaked in poison to tempt him to jump towards the hell of tumbling hot magma.

When he crawled out of the last hell, Tang Cen knew that although the poison was not fatal, it could make life worse than death. Now he clearly knew how to choose, but his way out was completely cut off.

Tang Cen didn't respond, and didn't dare to give the other party any response, but the blond devil continued to whisper in his ear: "I've always liked you since a long time ago, and I still do now."

The trap door at the bottom of the foot was opened, and while Tang Cen was falling, the noose strangled his cervical spine, suffocation and cerebral anemia took away his consciousness.

Tang Cen couldn't hear what Eisen said again, his body was suddenly wrapped by a warm object, and the soothing movements made him relax.

Not long after, Tang Cen felt his whole body suddenly soar into the air and land on a soft object, and then a heavy object was placed on his shoulders, pressing him down, his already soft body was defenseless fell onto the soft object.

It wasn't a hard floor beneath her body, nor did she feel any pain as she expected, it was just a little bit cooler suddenly.The clothes on his body were taken off one by one, and his pale and thin body was once again exposed in front of others.

Eisen caressed Tang Cen's protruding hip bones, stroked upwards along the curvature of the bones, and slid his fingers across the ribbed waist, the well-shaped collarbone, and then to the slender neck—blue blood vessels looming under the pale skin, and the arteries Jumping down.

Feeling the weak beating, Eisen's fingers only stayed at the artery for a while and then continued to slide back. His fingertips rubbed against Tang Cen's earlobe, passed through his soft black hair, and pinned the back of his head.They kissed a long, warm kiss.

In the dark velvet, the pallor of the clinging body has faded, and it is slightly pink.The skin swept by the hot air shuddered, and the hot air exhaled drifted into the air with a small sound.

It wasn't until the afterglow of the setting sun fell on Tang Cen's face that he was awakened from his lethargy by the light and heat.

Tang Cen rubbed his sore waist and sat up slowly. He didn't quite remember what happened after he came back from the restaurant. He only vaguely remembered that the chandelier above his head was shaking non-stop in his vision blurred by physical tears, and there was still soft hair on his neck. The tingling feeling of rubbing.

He let go of his defenses again because of a sweet talk, revealing his soft belly and fragile neck. Without any struggle or resistance, he just lay on the bed and was manipulated by others.

The afterglow of the setting sun was still dazzling, Tang Cen raised his hand to block the sunlight coming in from outside, and then reached out to touch the sunken place on his side.That place was still a little warm, Eisen should have left not long ago, but the room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of the wind blowing the curtains, there was no sound at all.

After the person left, Tang Cen sighed and rolled into bed with Eisen again. Although he had already broken up with Lu Sheng, Tang Cen couldn't tell what he was feeling.

Eisen's confession sentenced him to death, and the noose strangled his cervical spine, but Tang Cen didn't feel any guilt or pain from it.

It wasn't the joy of being in love, nor the joy of getting revenge. It was just that the vacant part was filled, but there were too many things stuffed in, which made him unable to breathe. There was no extra feeling besides that. .

Tang Cen's drowsy and sluggish brain couldn't understand his feelings at this moment, and he didn't want to guess how much Aisen's words were true, and what those actions meant.

He doesn't understand, and doesn't want to understand.

Now he has nothing, he can take what he wants from Eisen, but Eisen can't take anything away from him.

After fleeing from Lu Sheng, Tang Cen had nothing left except his dilapidated body and soul.

Tang Cen slowly bent his fingers and clenched it into a fist, grasped twice in vain and then let go.When the ten fingers were clasped together before, the warmth and strength transmitted from the other palm was just right, and the familiar touch made him nostalgic, and he was reluctant to let go.

You can't hide from it, you can't shake it off, so just keep the status quo.No matter what kind of intention Eisen has, it doesn't matter, let's just make do with it, and he has no other choice, struggling and resisting will only make his life more painful.

Tang Cen lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Originally, he wanted to continue lying down until dark, but his hungry stomach gave out slight pains to protest his current irregular life and rest.

When he stood up, the soreness in his thigh made Tang Cen frowned, but fortunately, apart from some soreness, he didn't feel sticky at all.Eisen cleaned him up, at least Tang Cen didn't have to worry about passing out in the bathroom, and he could just change into his clothes and go out.

The clothes that had been taken off before were carefully folded and placed on the chair. After Tang Cen put on his clothes, he casually grabbed the mobile phone that was placed on the bedside table at some time, unlocked it and dragged towards the living room.

The lit screen showed that he had received a text message from an unfamiliar number. Tang Cen paused as he slid his finger on the screen, and a thought flashed through his mind. When he clicked on the text message, it turned out that it was from Aisen.The content is roughly explaining why he left without saying goodbye, and telling him that this is his number, and he can call him for anything.

Tang Cen rubbed his temples. He didn't know how Aisen got his phone number, but this person was like a brown candy that he couldn't get rid of. He didn't say anything, and Aisen just looked after himself. determined the relationship between them.

In terms of communication, Aisen and Lu Sheng are different.Lu Sheng has always maintained a close relationship but never surpassed it, but Eisen is tough and does not give him any room to refuse.

A dim light flashed in Tang Cen's eyes. He clicked on the call log and saw that he had dialed that strange number on his mobile phone while he was unconscious. It was undoubtedly Eisen's handwriting.

Now that he has taken his mobile phone, why not just save his number in the address book?

After hesitating for a long time, Tang Cen still couldn't make up his mind to save Aisen's phone number in the phone's address book, but he didn't delete the text messages and call records either.

Tang Cen knew very well that Eisen made it clear that he had to make his own choice. That guy determined the relationship on his own, but insisted on him responding.But Tang Cen just felt that since he couldn't get rid of it, it didn't matter if he dragged on like this. He didn't care if there would be another person by his side.

What's more, Eisen knew about his illness, and sooner or later he would not be able to bear it and would leave voluntarily.

Sitting on the sofa, Tang Cen took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the drawer under the table, pulled the unsealing thread, and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Ka——" Tang Cen lit the cigarette, and the white smoke escaped from Tang Cen's mouth in the half-bright light, and drifted into the air.

Tang Cen didn't care how long Aisen would get bored, he had plenty of time, he could wait until Aisen was completely bored, and then go to other people to draw warmth from them.

It feels really good to give up on yourself, and it’s also very comfortable to live a decadent life like this. At least you don’t have to worry about things you can’t change, and you don’t have to push yourself into a desperate situation of anxiety and depression for dispensable people.

Tang Cen knew that if this continued, even if his body and soul were still alive, sooner or later he would turn into a pile of rotten waste, but he didn't want to change it. There was nothing in this world worth his struggle to live on.