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He didn't notice that Park Chanyeol came in. Park Chanyeol had always avoided the phone calls with his mother, and this kind of fatal tenderness and sensibleness made Zhang Yixing even more in a dilemma.

"Brother..." Park Chanyeol hugged him from behind, the warmth of the young man enveloped his whole body.

Zhang Yixing relaxed slightly in his arms: "Chanyeol, what will happen if we make it public...?"

"The family will probably drive us out of the house, and my sister may help me, and then there will be overwhelming media reports."

Closing his eyes, what flashed in Zhang Yixing's mind was the New Year's Eve together in NYC two months ago, Song Ping's disgusted eyes and disgusted tone: "I hate homosexuality, it's disgusting."

After that day, Song Pingzai never contacted him.

Song Ping's attitude of avoiding it made Zhang Yixing feel a little cold.

He could already foresee that once his relationship with Park Chanyeol was exposed, such criticism and disgusted eyes would quickly overwhelm the entire Seoul.

Zhang Yixing was very scared.

Thinking of these, thinking of losing Park Chanyeol terrified him.

"Brother, I will protect you, trust me." Park Chanyeol said over and over again, covering his eyes with his generous palms, the sudden drop of darkness made him feel safe.

That's right, he really wanted to trust Park Chanyeol desperately, but it was impossible for Park to allow him to use resources to waste on these fearless things.

They are no longer naive to believe that love is supreme.

Park Chanyeol is well aware of Zhang Yixing's embarrassment, and tried his best to avoid discussing this matter with him, just wanting to give him a safe haven.

But Mother Zhang's words were like the sword of Damocles, hanging over their heads, and if they were not careful, they would be doomed.

As long as they are together for a day, the fear of being exposed and being judged by public opinion will be tightly attached to their throats, and their lives will be harvested at any time.

As long as they are separated for a day, the fear of losing each other and the boundless loneliness will erode their souls little by little.

The next step is a boundless cliff, and if you fall down, you will be smashed to pieces.

Taking a step back is the flame of darkness, touching it is burning like punishment.

Then just let it go, if you can do this one day, just cuddle up to each other for another day.

Sleep, cry, laugh, this is their only freedom.

Jin Zhongda had just finished a headache-inducing online meeting, sitting at home smelling the choking smell of smoke in the air, he thought of the smell of soap on Song Ping's body.

They haven't seen each other for a long time. At the end of New Year's Eve in NYC, Song Ping and Do Kyung-soo and Kim Jun-myeon drove back to S City in a car.

That day Song Ping would occasionally come out when he hated homosexuality, lying in Jin Zhongda's ear braggingly declaring that he was hated by the other party.

Tsk, he won't allow this to happen.

The family affairs finally came to an end, Jin Zhongda took a shower, changed into a clean shirt, and went out with the key.

Song Ping’s work-student dormitory was some distance away from his apartment, and Jin Zhongda bought two cups of hot coffee on the way—a clean freak never allowed others to eat.

It has been much warmer in March at the beginning of S University, but it is still a bit cold near the river at night.

When Jin Zhong drove into the work-student dormitory, he still thought about buying some warm clothes for Song Ping, so he knew he would be reluctant to buy them.

He excitedly knocked on Song Ping's door, but there was no response for a long time.

Outgoing phone calls, text messages sent in the past disappeared, and there was no response.

Jin Zhongda frowned and was about to leave. At the stairs, he saw a nerdy student in the same grade as him. He asked casually, but saw a look of disgust on the other party's usually calm face: "He X Bar is having a party."

He didn't pay attention to why it was "opening the party" instead of "going to that party". He didn't realize that something was wrong until he found Song Ping slumped on the ground in the corridor on the second floor of X Bar.

The old hoodie and jeans that Song Ping had been wearing were gone, replaced by silk shirts and leggings, and the fresh scent of soap on his body was gone.

"Song Ping? Song Ping?"

The other party looked up at him with blurred eyes, and reached out to touch Jin Zhongda's face: "Zhong Da? Are you here?"

His smile bloomed very slowly, much like the slow motion in a love movie. The vivid smile faded from the corners of his pale mouth, melting the original indifference.

"Are you okay? Shall I take you home?"

Song Ping frowned upon hearing this, and pushed him away: "No need...ahem..."

Jin Zhongda looked at Song Ping's teeth stained with blood, squeezed his jaw nervously to open his teeth, and found that his mouth was full of bloody aphtha.

"What's the matter with you? Why do you come to participate in such a meaningless activity after all this?" He was very angry to find that Song Ping turned his head away indifferently.

"It's meaningless? Then you go away, anyway, people like you shouldn't be with me."

He couldn't understand Song Ping's self-defeating appearance, but found that Song Ping's fingertips were shaking all the time, his body was getting cold, and his pupils became more dizzy, and he could hardly focus: "What's wrong with you? Are you in trouble? I Help you solve it..."

Before Jin Zhong could finish his big talk, Song Ping roughly interrupted him: "Fix it? Just like that person last time, he was ruined and sent to some backward place to live?"

"Song Ping...you can rely on me a little bit."

Song Ping seemed to have heard some big joke: "Heh...dependence? It's parasitic!"

No matter how Jin Zhongda tried to persuade Song Ping, his patience and gentleness disappeared under Song Ping's unscrupulous words: "You are really making trouble for no reason."

"Yes, yes, I was the one making trouble for no reason, so you should leave quickly, young master."

Song Ping said with a strong accent, ignoring the fact that the wound in his mouth was getting worse.

He hid the bloody needle behind him, and the cuffs of his silk shirt could just block the needle holes on his arm.

Song Ping avoided a few guys who wanted to drink him, and ran to the back alley of the bar to call his sister: "Hello? Sister... Sorry, I need money... No, no, no trouble, the school wants to send me out." The accommodation money to study in another city... I don't have enough money from my part-time job, I'm still a few hundred dollars away...Okay, thank you...Are you and your mother okay?...I'll be back soon, don't Worried about me... well, I hang up..."

Putting away the phone, Song Ping slapped himself hard, the powerlessness of the high just now has gradually dissipated.

He straightened the collar of his shirt, put on a sly and charming smile again, and walked into the bar door.

As long as he is here, he is king.

CH29

City S is positioned as an academy city, so apart from two mid-range hotels equipped with meeting rooms for seminars, there is only one big hotel next to the theater. There are not many people who come here to stay. If the expenditure is difficult to balance, there will be expensive housing prices that increase year by year.

When Jin Zhongda received the text message, he had just teamed up with Jin Junmian to give the old guys a heavy blow, and he was called out before he could jump back into bed to catch up on sleep.

It was only a 5-minute walk from his residence to the hotel. He read that he had just quarreled with the other party, and felt that he was a little impatient, so he took two dinners along the way to the appointment.

He went upstairs according to the instructions of the text message, and just as he stood in the corridor and knocked on the door, the door opened.

Song Ping stood in the door with a blank face, moved the corner of his mouth, and pulled out an ugly smile: "Zhong Da..."

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Jin Zhongda anxiously grabbed Song Ping's arm and pushed him into the room.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you to talk about the past today."

As if sensing that something was wrong with Song Ping's expression, Jin Zhongda repeatedly chewed the word "reminiscence" in his mouth, feeling wrong no matter how he thought about it.

"Reminiscing about the past? Why do you say that? I know we've been a little busy recently, and I promise we'll be fine after a while."

Song Ping shook his head, the aphtha in his mouth was torn open again with the action just now, and half of his mouth was full of blood.

He gathered up a tissue and spat out the blood: "It's okay..."

"It's okay! What's wrong with you?!" It's not the first time Jin Zhongda saw him like this, he was neither human nor ghost: "Song Ping, what happened to you, tell me."

Song Ping sat on the sofa and closed his eyes: "No one can save me anymore."

"I can," Jin Zhongda also walked over, holding Song Ping's hand, eager to prove something: "Trust me, I can."

There seemed to be tears in his eyes, and he looked sideways at Jin Zhongda: "Zhong Da...I have done my best, why am I still like this?"

Jin Zhong couldn't understand why, so he could only hold Song Ping's hand tighter.

Song Ping violently broke away from his hand, kicked the coffee table, and sat down on the ground.

Only then did Admiralty notice the things on the tea table, including tinfoil, a knife, an iron spoon, a burning candle, and a small packet of white powder.He finally knew what Song Ping was referring to, and finally knew why Song Ping had mouth sores and clothes that looked like ghosts.

"Song Ping, listen to me, you can still turn around, you... No, we still have a chance to redeem."

He smiled—maybe this expression can't be called a smile anymore, he stretched the muscles of his face, made a hideous expression, and then stretched out his hand towards Admiralty.

Jin Zhong wanted to dodge instinctively, but when he thought it was Song Ping, he just flinched.

This action was noticed by Song Ping, but he didn't say anything. He changed the direction of his finger that was going to hold the corner of Jin Zhong's coat, and stretched out a rubber hose from the seam of the sofa.

"There is no more, there is no way. Rather than being a parasite, it is better to stop here."

"You believe in me, I can definitely take you out."