Straight Men Taming

Today, Song Zhe was in charge of the flight from Singapore to the provincial capital. The journey was not too long. As usual, he joked with the charming stewardesses a few times, and then used professional words on the radio to remind the passengers of the precautions when flying. Quickly prepare the dining car, push it towards the business cabin, and start serving the passengers.

The weather was very good that day, the sailing view was excellent, and the sky was cloudless at an altitude of 10000 meters above the ground. Song Zhe had just bought a miumiu men's bag from Singapore. Although it was a bit expensive, he still managed it with ease.

The mood is really good, and Song Zhe showed a professional smile when he arrived in the business class, and his voice was very pleasant:

"Hi sir, would you like coffee, drink or tea?"

"Please be careful of burning your hands, I wish you a pleasant journey."

Song Zhe carefully asked the needs of the passengers one by one, and walked through the rows of seats.

He didn't see the faces of the passengers clearly, he just wanted to finish his work and go back to the rest area to continue chatting.

There are still two rows left to finish the business class, Song Zhe served enthusiastically, but at this moment a voice came from behind.

It is like a tunnel through time, passing through the carefree and sorrow of youth, passing through the unforgettable years, and hitting Song Zhe's heart again.

"Song Zhe?"

He was startled by the familiar voice and almost knocked over the coffee cup in his hand.

After being stunned for a long while, Song Zhe turned around stiffly and trembling until all around looked at him with strange eyes.

Wang Cheng has a face that will never be forgotten. He often appears in Song Zhe's dreams, with two dimples when he smiles, with the unique vigor of a teenager.

He was as dazzling as the son of a god in the summer sun, hurting Song Zhe's eyes.

He was once the harbor of Song Zhe's dream, and also the other side of Song Zhe's hell.

Unable to stop the trembling all over his body, Song Zhe saw Wang Cheng stand up from his seat with wide eyes in horror, smiling just as he remembered when he was young.

God seems to have treated Wang Cheng well. The years have not carved many marks on his face, but he has grown into a youthful face, faded from the childishness of his youth, and became more mature and handsome.

Dressed in business casual attire, he still stands out among the crowd.

Song Zhe only felt that his eyes were dark, as if he couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly. From the ignorance in high school to the bullying/humiliation at the end, his memory was like a flood.

He opened his mouth to say something, but his hoarse throat couldn't utter a single syllable, but his heart was firmly grasped by an invisible hand, suffocating to the point where he couldn't breathe.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, Song Zhe forced himself to turn around, closed his eyes to settle down, and subconsciously grasped the rim of the cup.

Calm down, be calm.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to restrain the trembling in his voice:

"Sir, the plane is currently flying, please sit down and fasten your seat belts in case of accidents."

After finishing speaking, Song Zhe pretended to be calm, poured coffee for the passengers as usual, and handed it respectfully.

Then go to the next passenger and ask gently what they need.

Run away, the only voice left in his mind.

After serving the last passenger, Song Zhe buried his head in the cart and hurried back to the operating room.

He never dared to look up again.

Wang Cheng shrugged indifferently, sat down, and obediently put on his seat belt.

He showed a meaningful smile, his eyes followed Song Zhe's figure closely, and his eyes were full of excitement.

Ten years later, he came back.

Song Zhe was only 16 years old when he met Wang Cheng for the first time.

At the end of summer in the second year of high school, the heat had not dissipated, and Cicada was still hiding under the leaves of the campus to enjoy the cool, waving her wings and making creaking sounds.

When Wang Cheng was introduced to the podium by the teacher, the morning sun just shone on his face.

With a straight nose, deep eyes, and thin lips, this boy is tall and handsome.

Song Zhe looked up at the podium, a little lost in thought.

Wang Cheng is different from the children in the small county just by looking at his clothes.Clothes, shoes, hairstyles, and even the small school bag are styles that I have never seen before.

This kind of aura of "urban people" exudes from his whole body, just like those children Song Zhe met when he occasionally went to the shopping malls in the provincial capital with his parents when he was young.

Wang Cheng looked at the men and women in the class with a smile, waved his hand and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Wang Cheng, and I will be transferred to our class from today, please take care of me!

When he laughed, he had two dimples, his eyes were piercing, shining like the son of a god, and his handsome appearance made the students a little excited.

The teacher glanced at the noisy class, patted the table, and said seriously:

"Okay, okay, start reading early, Wang Cheng, sit next to Song Zhe."

Said, pointing to the seat next to Song Zhe, Song Zhe didn't know why, his face turned red all of a sudden, and he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Wang Cheng came over, sat down on the seat, poked Song Zhe and said, "Take care of me, brother at the same table."

He smiled and raised his eyebrows at Song Zhe, Song Zhe blushed even more, and stammered nervously:

"No, it's okay, I, I, my name is Song Zhe."

Wang Cheng looked at Song Zhehong's face like a ripe tomato, felt that this person was really interesting, covered his mouth and smiled and said:

"I know your name is Song Zhe. The teacher just said, why are you blushing?"

Song Zhe was nervous and wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. He felt that it was useless to stammer nervously when he saw a city man, so he turned his face and muttered:

"No, not blushing."

Wang Cheng was amused by his appearance, and he took out his book with a low smile and listened carefully to the teacher's lecture...

Ten years have passed, and Wang Cheng's once youthful face has become more mature and stable, but it still shines like the favorite son of heaven.

Song Zhe returned to the storage operation room anxiously, and wanted to close the curtain, but found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and he had to pull it twice before closing it smoothly.

He rubbed his hands vigorously, the palms were already soaked with fine sweat, Song Zhe couldn't help making a wry smile.

Why is he here?

Wang Cheng's sudden appearance, like a beast emerging from hell, opened up Song Zhe's previous wounds, forcing him to recall the unbearable past again.

Song Zhe took a deep breath, rested his forehead on the console, closed his eyes and thought secretly.

Wang Cheng is back?

What are you doing back here?

What did you want to do just now?

He panicked for a while, and even his temples began to ache.

After graduating from high school, Wang Cheng went to Singapore to study with his mother. He thought that he had escaped from the shadow of the Wang family, but his mother was still in great pain.

When he was kept in captivity by Mr. Wang, he was in pain because of his lack of status. After he went to Singapore, he was also in pain because of parting. Wang Cheng could only hug his mother helplessly, and patiently comforted the crying woman over and over again.

Fortunately, Mr. Wang has never been stingy with money, and the lives of the two of them are always worry-free.

Wang Cheng had finished his undergraduate courses in the university and wanted to apply to continue his graduate studies, when a thunderbolt news came.

Master Wang passed away at night not long ago due to myocardial infarction.

After hearing this, the mother cried until she fainted several times, holding Wang Cheng's hand and shouting continuously: "Son, don't be like your mother, don't be like your mother!"

Wang Cheng originally wanted to take his mother back to China to express condolences, but the mistress of the Wang family asked someone to bring a message:

The old man was not clean when he was alive, and he will not be filthy when he dies. The inheritance that should be given will not be less than a penny, but this woman must never appear again.

The person who delivered the message was the manager of the Wang family. Wang Cheng had met him several times since he was a child. After listening to these words calmly, he gave a wry smile and asked the manager if he had brought any inheritance.

The manager respectfully told Wang Cheng that the inheritance was divided into several parts, and the real estate such as the group's equity was left to the mistress and his legitimate son Wang Ye to inherit, while the distribution to Wang Cheng and his mother was only 1000 million in cash.

Wang Cheng felt a little funny, knowing such things without thinking, the mistress must have tampered with it, but he didn't care, money was enough to make his mother live.

He obediently took the check and sent the manager away.

The mother's physical condition was deteriorating day by day, and she began to be in a trance, always talking to herself and saying some incomprehensible words, which eventually turned into self-harm or even suicide.

At first Wang Cheng was very scared, he stayed by his mother's side every day, talking to her constantly, trying to bring back some of her mother's senses.

Until one day, when he saw his mother lying in the bathtub at home, with blood continuously dripping down her wrist, staining the entire tank red, Wang Cheng collapsed. He knew that he could not save his mother, nor could he share her pain.

After my uncle rushed to Singapore from the United States, my mother was sent to a local mental nursing home. The wrist cutting did not end her life, but it seemed to take away her soul.

Her eyes were always glazed over, and no matter how Wang Cheng called her, she did not respond, like the bleeding that had flowed decades of pain into the abyss.

Wang Cheng visits his mother every week and talks with her about recent life and interesting things. Although his mother is silent all the time, he still believes that his mother can hear his words.

Wang Cheng had a dream all year round. In the dream, there stood a boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He lowered his head and smiled shyly at himself, blushing with shame and said:

"I like you",

Wang Cheng just wanted to catch him, but when he turned around, he saw the boy slumped on the ground, beaten and kicked by a group of people, and kept begging for mercy:

"Let me go, please let me go."

Whenever he wakes up, Wang Cheng is always dripping with cold sweat, guilt burns into stains in his heart, and he can't even sleep peacefully in his dreams.

The once conceited and selfish self finally harmed Song Zhe.

After graduating, he worked in a local company in Singapore. He deposited all the inheritance left by the Wang family in the bank, and regularly remitted his mother's treatment expenses to the nursing home.

After working, Wang Cheng realized that his little cleverness was nothing but a stretch in a foreign country.

Racism, intrigue, gang siding.

Under the calm surface in the office, there are infighting and intrigue every day.

Wang Cheng made a small mistake and was caught by the opponent. Naturally, the opponent would not miss any opportunity to attack him. From this gap, the investigation would eventually implicate his own leader.

It is doomed to abandon the car to save the handsome man. After working for four years, he was finally fired by the company.

He is not reconciled, he is angry, he is wronged, he wants to find someone to confide his innocence, he wants to remove the hypocritical masks of those people.

But in the end, he found that he had been in Singapore for more than 8 years, and he didn't even have a trusted friend around him.

Wang Cheng began to think of Song Zhe constantly. He was obviously just being gentle with him, but the silly boy responded with a fiery sincerity.

Except for his own mother, no one has ever been so kind to him...

The way Song Zhe looked at him was like the brightest star in the night sky. If he kept looking at it, he felt like he was about to fall into it.

He wants to go home.

He justified himself by saying that the domestic market is very good, his experience of studying abroad will add points, and he will definitely give full play to his talents.

But only he knows best.

He wants to see Song Zhe.

After hastily packed his luggage and took out a little of his inheritance, Wang Cheng embarked on a journey back home.

It was incredible to meet Song Zhe on the plane.

Song Zhe is no longer as delicate as he was when he was young. He has fair skin and a healthy complexion. His handsome face is full of fortitude after time has accumulated. With his cherry red lips and thick eyebrows, he seems to have been finely crafted by time. It seems that Song Zhe is more beautiful now than in high school.

He called out his name in surprise, but saw Song Zhe turned around as if he had seen a ghost.

Wang Cheng felt a little bit bitter, afraid that Song Zhe always remembered him, he looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and thought of Song Zhe's care for him, he couldn't help showing a soft smile.

He got up and walked to the operating room. He wanted to find Song Zhe, grabbed his shoulder, and told him.

I'm sorry, let me make it up to you, I miss you so much.

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