Straight Men Taming

Wang Cheng stumbled and walked on the street with Song Zhe's image in his mind.

Song Zhe smiled brightly, coquettishly when angry, helpless when sad, and charming and charming just now.

His unique fragrance seemed to remain on his lips. Thinking of that kiss, Wang Cheng couldn't help but feel hot all over his body. The moist and soft touch, with the sweetness of alcohol, made people unable to part, and just wanted to sink deeper and deeper into it.

Realizing that he was reminiscing about that kiss, Wang Cheng couldn't help shivering.

What happened to me?Bewitched?Could it be that he has a crush on Song Zhe?

No!Can't!How can he!He won't like men!

Wang Cheng punched a big tree on the side of the street, the trunk shook and dropped a few leaves, and was quickly swept by a speeding car on this early summer night.

Looking up at the busy street, Wang Cheng felt at a loss, unable to find the direction to go.

He found a flower bed by the street and sat down, bowed his waist and held his head in his hands, meditating on the things he had with Song Zhe during this time.

The satisfaction of the hug, the warmth of the kiss on the forehead, the touch of the palms, too many details flooded in like a tide, trying to overwhelm his reason.

wrong!wrong!wrong!

Wang Cheng shook his head violently, trying to shake off all the good things in the past.

All wrong!All wrong!

He shouldn't have hugged Song Zhe, nor held his hand, let alone kissed him. All this came from the guilt towards Song Zhe in his heart, how could it have turned into such absurdity!

Wang Cheng opened his scarlet eyes and looked around in bewilderment.

Song Zhe didn't seem to follow, but seeing him running away, the kitten would cry, it must be sad and wronged, maybe it will stop after he returns and make a scene.

He suddenly felt suffocated... go back?After all this, you still want to go back?

Wang Cheng showed a wry smile, that's right, the provincial capital of Nuo Da, where else could he go besides going back to Song Zhe?

He patted his body, stood up from the flower platform, turned around and walked slowly towards the home of the two...

Perhaps, he really should find another place to live and move out...

Song Zhe was comforted by Wu Xiaoxin and the others for a long time, and finally stopped crying.

Holding the idea of ​​not getting drunk, I drank with a few monsters until three o'clock in the morning before taking a taxi home.

My heart was so painful that it was numb, but I still couldn't help but want to ask Wang Cheng.

After all, have you ever been tempted by me for a moment?

Song Zhe leaned his head against the car window, watching the neon lights flashing in front of his eyes one by one, he wanted to laugh, but shed tears.

Wang Cheng might not come back at all, but he still wanted to ask him about the cause and effect, he was really stupid.

The master parked the car at the entrance of the community, Song Zhe paid the bill and got out of the car, and walked slowly towards the house.

It's been a long time since he walked the night road by himself. In the past, even if he got off work at night, Wang Cheng would always stand at the intersection of the community early and wait for him.

Every time he could see that tall figure from a long distance, Song Zhe would rush to hug him, fearing that he would become impatient if he waited too long.

Thinking about it now, Huangliang Yimeng felt so sad that his nose was sore.

Song Zhe shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, and walked quickly towards the house alone.

Turning the key, he opened the door, lowered his head and was about to change his shoes, but found Wang Cheng's leather shoes neatly placed on the shoe rack.

Wang Cheng is back?

Song Zhe hurriedly changed his shoes and went into the room to check.

The house is empty everywhere, and there is no trace of people, only the door of the guest room is closed, as if declaring the refusal of the owner inside to refuse the door.

Song Zhe walked slowly to the guest room, he raised his hand and put it down again.

He knew that Wang Cheng was inside, and he also knew that Wang Cheng didn't want to see him.

This door is like mountains, rivers, and oceans between the two of them, blocking their sight, and hugging decisively, pulling their hearts far away forcibly.

Song Zhe stood for a long time, raised his hand and slowly pressed it against the door, as if he wanted to feel the temperature of the person inside through the wooden board, he smiled, did not say a word, but finally covered his mouth and sobbed softly .

Wang Cheng stood at the other end of the door, with his hand on the doorknob, and with a light turn, the barrier between the two could be opened.

But he didn't dare, he hesitated, he was afraid, scared, panicked.

Thinking of facing Song Zhe's sad gaze, his body felt as if it was being eaten by thousands of ants, and his heart was weeping.

Song Zhe's weeping came indistinctly from behind the door panel, and Wang Cheng was instantly upset.

Should the door be opened?What did you say when you opened the door?Should I hug him?Should I comfort him?

But... after that...

Wang Cheng never opened the door, he listened quietly to the cries getting smaller and smaller, until he turned and left sadly.

He knew that if he opened the door, he would have to face this unclear friendship, as well as his own chaotic feelings.

I can't think clearly, and I dare not think about it.

Wang Cheng took a few steps back, turned around and walked to the window, lit a cigarette for himself, the flickering butt of the cigarette was very conspicuous in the dark night.

He spit out layers of eye circles, but the boredom in his heart still couldn't dissipate, he rubbed his temples with his forehead closed, Wang Cheng's sharp-edged face showed a rare expression of helplessness...

Until dawn, Wang Cheng didn't fall asleep, he picked up his briefcase early and went out.

Afraid of facing Song Zhe, afraid of facing the unknown.

He didn't even have time to make breakfast, so he fled in a hurry.

Song Zhe didn't fall asleep until he was tired from crying last night, and it was already noon when he woke up again.

He got out of bed habitually and called out, "Wang Cheng..."

I was stunned for a while, but found that the house was empty and lifeless, and then I remembered the farce last night.

Wang Cheng probably went to work a long time ago, and there was no breakfast left on the table, so he could see how panicked he was.

Song Zhe laughed at himself, took out yogurt and bread from the refrigerator and gnawed them into his stomach silently.

In the old days, Wang Cheng should have come over to snatch the cold yogurt and overnight bread, and accused himself distressedly of not caring for his body, and don't call him a mother when his stomach hurts.

Unfortunately, probably not anymore.

Thinking about it made his eyes wet again, Song Zhe covered his stomach, which was a little uncomfortable from being stimulated by the cold object, and planned to go back to his room and take another nap.

Maybe after waiting for a few days, I went to Wangcheng to figure out that they might still be the same as before.

As long as Wang Cheng is willing to look back at himself, it doesn't matter, and the pain in the past doesn't matter.

Knowing that he was deceiving himself and others, Song Zhe still held these thoughts and waited for half a month.

Wang Cheng never appeared again, he obviously lived under the same roof, but he just couldn't meet each other.

Song Zhe has returned to work. Due to the previous forced landing incident, the company decided to temporarily cancel the European route, so he continued to be transferred back to work as an Asian flight attendant.

The work schedule is still carried out according to the past, and Wang Cheng seems to have figured out the rules of Song Zhe's stay at home. Wang Cheng must go out before he goes to work, and Wang Cheng has already gone to sleep after he gets off work.

There was no more dinner on the table, and there was no one talking in the room, Song Zhe felt in a trance that even the many people in the room were hallucinations.

Maybe even getting along with each other during this time is all my own imagination, in fact, I was the only one from the beginning to the end.

On the other side, Wang Cheng is not doing well either, leaving early and returning late, and putting all his energy on work.

Going out while Song Zhe was sleeping, and returning home before returning, he had to exhaust himself to sleep peacefully.

Knowing that Song Zhe could only eat vegetarian meals in the microwave every day when he came back, Wang Cheng didn't dare to make dinner and wait for him.

Even if Song Zhe misunderstood a little more, he would avoid it like a snake.

Wang Cheng asked the secretary to choose a suitable house in the whole province, planning to buy it in the near future and move in.

The loft at the east gate, the bungalow at the west gate, the villa at the south gate, the hardcover at the north gate, the secretary almost put the best real estate in the whole province in front of him, but he felt that it was wrong.

This set of backlight is not like the location of Song Zhe's house which is always sunny and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

There is a problem with that set of windows, unlike the windows of Song Zhe's house at night, the sky is full of stars, which makes people intoxicated.

There is also this set, the master bedroom is so far away from the side sleeper, if one day Song Zhe comes, what should I do if I have nightmares at night and can't find myself.

Wang Cheng put his hands on his head, he knew he was going crazy.

Even if she avoided seeing her, even if she deliberately ignored her, Song Zhe was always in her mind, only Song Zhe!

Thinking of Song Zhe's desolate and increasingly thinner appearance during this time, Wang Cheng's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all in pain.

After living in an indifferent atmosphere for more than a month, Song Zhe couldn't sit still anymore.

He asked the company for a half-day leave, and Song Zhe sat in the living room and blocked Wangcheng from the afternoon.

Since you can't see me, then I will force you to face it, whether it is life or death, let me tell you, this is my home and not a hotel!Come to sleep when you are tired, and slap your ass and leave when you are full? !How can there be such a cheap thing in the world!

Song Zhe cursed angrily, his face could fall to the ground.

It was not until 09:30 in the evening that Wang Cheng came back exhausted.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Song Zhe sitting in the living room with his arms crossed and looking unfriendly. Wang Cheng was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to go into the house to hide.

Song Zhe stopped him at this moment: "Wang Cheng!"

He paused, but Wang Cheng didn't turn his head or speak.

Song Zhe looked at his back angrily, frowned and said, "Have you been hiding from me enough?"

Wang Cheng pursed his lips and frowned, but he still didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Zhe snorted coldly and said to himself: "Okay, you don't want to talk to me, so don't talk to me in the future. This house is mine, and it's an eyesore if you live in it. Move out as soon as possible!" "

Knowing that it was his angry words, Wang Cheng still trembled when he heard it, opened his mouth with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay... I will move out..."

Song Zhe didn't expect Wang Cheng to respond like this, and his eyes were reddened by grievance for a while. After a long time, he choked up and said, "I like you and want to be with you. Does this make you uncomfortable?"

Hearing Song Zhe's cry, Wang Cheng immediately panicked. He resisted the urge to turn around, and felt an unknown pain in his heart. He gritted his teeth, and his voice changed hoarsely: "I... am not gay. ..."

After finishing speaking, he immediately strode back to the room and locked the door.

At this moment, Song Zhe seemed to be frozen, unable to move his limbs.

Time seemed to go back to the second half of the third year of high school, and the embarrassed self begged Wang Cheng in a low voice behind him, but the boy never looked back from the beginning to the end, only leaving a sentence: I am not gay.

Song Zhe suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, all of this is too ridiculous, this is obviously a plot that can only be found in bad vulgar romance dramas, why...why did it fall on him?

不论是18岁的汪城还是28岁的汪城，哪怕是到38、48、68、108岁，他们之间都不会有改变。

He was always chasing after him, and Wang Cheng gave him some tenderness because of his pity.

If you are greedy, you will take it back.

Song Zhe fell down on the sofa with his scarlet eyes open, his hands trembling, he picked up the cigarette case and pulled out a cigarette, put it on his mouth and wanted to light it, but his hands trembled twice before sparks were drawn.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. This kind of darkness from the depths of his brain seemed to hide in every corner, waiting for an opportunity to devour him.

It wasn't until the third cigarette was smoked that Song Zhe seemed to recover, covered his eyes with his hands, and laughed softly.

The laughter was desolate and sad, as if to release all the pain of these years, but it was full of sorrow.

The sound penetrated the door wall and reached Wang Cheng's ears, until many years later he could still remember Song Zhe's desperate and sad smile.

Song Zhe murmured while laughing:

"I told you to stay away from me..."

The author has something to say:

It's so sad to write, it's really hurtful.