Straight Men Taming

After all, the days are not salty or dull, Wang Cheng still leaves early and returns late to deliberately avoid Song Zhe, and Song Zhe seems to understand something and doesn't appear in front of him again.

Worried about Song Zhe's body after all, Wang Cheng would occasionally make some desserts and put them on the dining table during his night shift, but the next morning, the desserts were still intact and Song Zhe hadn't moved at all.

The originally sweet days came to an abrupt end at this moment, and the good memories of the past also faded away with time.

Wang Cheng began to have nightmares, in which Song Zhe was always crying and asking himself why he didn't love him.

After waking up, his whole body was drenched with sweat, Wang Cheng sat up and hugged his head, his eyes were sore with sadness.

Can't go on like this...

A week later, Wang Cheng made up his mind to move out, so he hurriedly asked his secretary to find a property at random and pay for it. He only had time to arrange the wardrobe and bed for the furniture.

When he came home from get off work to pack his luggage, he packed his clothes and supplies one by one.

Obviously there was only a small package when I moved in, but now I have to leave, but there are too many things to fit.

The shirt Song Zhe bought for himself has vertical stripes and dark lines, and it is said to be the new season.

Song Zhe gave him a razor with three sides fully automatic, saying that it was a [-]% discount for shopping malls.

A photo of Song Zhe and himself, in front of Akihabara in Tokyo, he leaned on his shoulder with a newly bought humanoid pillow.

Too many memories, too many stories, Wang Cheng couldn't take it anymore, he just sat on the bed and just wanted to hug his head and cry.

After moving out from here, it will probably be difficult to see each other again, maybe when Song Zhe figured it out one day, they could still be friends.

I will still spoil him as before, take care of him, and never leave him again.

Thinking that the two of them would be strangers in the future, Wang Cheng couldn't bear it any longer, so he quickly packed his luggage and turned and walked into the kitchen.

At least before leaving, tonight, the two of them can still have a good meal.

It was just 6 o'clock when Song Zhe came home, and it was rare to receive an early job. He stretched his back and just wanted to go to the house to sleep.

Anyway, now it is no different from when he was alone, he can take a hot bath, catch up on new anime on the bed, no matter how much he smokes, no one cares.

With a self-deprecating smile, Song Zhe took out the key and opened the door.

As soon as he walked in, he could smell the long-lost food aroma. Song Zheli looked at Wang Cheng who was serving the food in surprise at the door, and even forgot to change his shoes.

Wang Cheng looked up at him, his eyes were as gentle as water, and he said with a smile: "Come in and wash your hands, I made your favorite steamed sea bass tonight."

Song Zhe looked at him blankly, not knowing what to sing today.

Don't you want to hide from yourself? Why pretend that everything happened now.

He was about to blurt out the question, but he still bent down silently to change his house shoes, went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and obediently sat down at the dining table.

Wang Cheng...has changed his mind?Want to accept yourself?

Thinking of this, Song Zhe was a little happy, and there was an expectant smile on his face.

Wang Cheng brought out the last seafood soup, and sat down to refill Song Zhe's meal, as usual, considerate and gentle.

Song Zhe took it with a nod, said "Thank you," and said nothing more.

The meal was very boring, Wang Cheng kept adding vegetables to Song Zhe, and put a bowl of soup in front of him.

It wasn't until the meal was over, that Song Zhe couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Today... what's wrong with you?"

Wang Cheng pursed his lips and smiled, paused for a while before saying: "I... found a house, and I will probably move there tomorrow morning..."

Song Zhe heard this, and only then did he understand why he was so courteous today, it turned out to be the last supper.

Knowing that this day will come sooner or later, but when it is really in front of my eyes, I still can't stop feeling sad.

Song Zhe sniffed, pretended to be cheerful and asked with a smile: "I found it so soon? How about the new house? Where is it located? Is it close to your company? Let me tell you, when I chose this house, I didn't I ran all over the large and small real estate projects in the provincial capital, and I was as tired as a donkey, so I paid attention to lighting, location, and building area."

As if he was afraid of stopping himself when he said it, Song Zhe took a sip of soup and continued: "You said these developers are really funny, they are located outside the third ring road, and they are in the city center when they tell you that they occupy the transportation hub." Tongzilou, it must be said that it sits on the artery of the city. I suffered a lot of losses like this back then, you must keep your eyes open when you buy a house, and don’t be deceived when the time comes to beat your chest and feel like crying.”

After finishing what he wanted to say in one breath, Song Zhe couldn't find anything to continue, bit his dry lips, and smiled awkwardly.

After listening to his words quietly, Wang Cheng felt mixed feelings in his heart. He couldn't see through the helplessness and hesitation under this cheerful smile, but so what, should he love him?

No, no, only this one can't...

Wang Cheng tried his best to pull out a smile, and said softly: "The house is in the city center, very close to the company, a large flat of [-] square meters, and the lighting is good, if..."

He originally wanted to say that if you like it, you can come and live here in the future...

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them after all, he could only smile bitterly, buried his head and stopped speaking.

The eerie silence lasted for a minute. Song Zhe stood up suddenly and said loudly, "It's time to celebrate your new house purchase. There is no wine at home. I'll go down and buy it. You wait for Ang. Let's have a good drink tonight."

After speaking, he hurriedly turned around and went to the door to put on his shoes, then ran out and closed the door as if to escape.

Wang Cheng looked at Song Zhe's leaving direction, the pain in his eyes could no longer be concealed, he clearly saw Song Zhe's red eyes when he turned around...

As soon as he left the door, Song Zhe couldn't hold back his tears any longer. He had clearly promised himself countless times that he would not be sad for him, but at this moment, his heart felt as if being caught by someone, and the pain was indescribable.

Wiping the tears on his face, Song Zhe quickly walked into the elevator and went downstairs. There was no time left. He only had this one night. Remember to leave some good impressions on yourself.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Zhe returned home with a box of beer and several bags of peanuts in his arms. Wang Cheng had already packed the dishes and even dragged the suitcase out of the living room, indicating his decision to leave.

Song Zhe smiled helplessly, put the wine on the tea table and said, "Let's go to the balcony to drink. I also bought some snacks. Let's not get drunk tonight."

"Okay..." Wang Cheng responded with a hoarse voice, and also helped him go to the balcony to take out the rattan chair and small table, and put the wine there.

The two walked to the balcony and sat down. The cool night breeze blew by, and the sky was full of stars.

After a long silence, Song Zhe smiled and said: "I haven't wished you a new house yet, I'll do it first, thank you for your care during this time."

After speaking, he raised the beer and poured half a bottle into his mouth, which was regarded as expressing his heart.

Wang Cheng looked at Song Zhe with a complicated expression, and also picked up the wine bottle and put it in his mouth.

Feeling the esophagus burning hot from the alcohol, he seemed to muster up the courage, and asked dryly: "I have a question, I have always wanted to ask you..."

After speaking, there was a pause, and Song Zhe also turned his head to look at him, motioning to continue, Wang Cheng pursed his lips and said with determination: "After I left...what happened..."

Knowing that he was afraid of getting an answer, he still couldn't help but ask. Song Zhe's tragic experience that year has always left a scar in his heart, and his conscience cannot be at peace due to guilt.

Song Zhe never thought that he would ask this, he laughed lightly at himself, stood up and lit a cigarette, walked to the balcony and put his hands on the fence to feel the breeze blowing by.

After a while, Song Zhe opened his mouth slowly, with a calm tone, as if to say that the weather is good today: "After you left that year, Feng Jun and the others told the whole county about my homosexuality, including mine. parents…"

He pursed his lips, his eyes were far away and he couldn't see his emotions clearly, as if he was recalling the past full of scars, and continued: "They would block me in the classroom after school every day. At first they just punched and kicked me, and later, they simply Take off my pants to see if I'm a man..."

"Heh," Song Zhe actually laughed out as he spoke, and turned his head to look at Wang Cheng. His eyes seemed to be full of hatred and then were quickly submerged in the darkness. He said every word, as if to let Wang Cheng hear clearly: "Do you know what happened to Wang Cheng?" Is it the feeling that everyone hates? Even walking on the street, a three-year-old child will spit on my face when he sees me. That feeling will be engraved in the bones of people and turned into countless nightmares, like a ghost Claim my life."

Wang Cheng looked into Song Zhe's eyes, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. He quickly took out a cigarette, buried his head to avoid Song Zhe's sharp gaze, and slid the lighter twice before igniting his eyes.

He took a deep breath and stabilized his emotions before he dared to speak, but the voice he said was so panicked that he couldn't speak: "Then...then now...you...do you feel better..."

"Now?" Song Zhe tilted his head, as if he couldn't understand what he said, and after a while he showed a sad smile and said: "At the beginning, I really wanted to die... I kept asking myself What is the meaning of coming down? My mother is very sad, she cried so much that she almost went blind, and my father sighed all day long, I am a reincarnation of Tai Sui, let relatives and enemies be happy, why do you think I am alive?"

"No! No! It's not like this!" Wang Cheng was terrified in his heart, and hurriedly stood up and walked towards Song Zhe. He wanted to reach out to hug him, but he raised his hand, clenched his fist and put it down.

Song Zhe laughed out loud, cast a glance at the anxious Wang Cheng, turned around to look at this bustling city, and said calmly, "I won't die, but later I figured it out, I want to live a better life than anyone else. , I want them to see that I don’t depend on anyone and I will be able to gain a foothold in this city, even if I am gay, I still have the right to be happy.”

"So..." He turned his head, winked mischievously at Wang Cheng, and smiled brightly: "I will live well, you don't have to worry."

"Xiao Zhe..." In Wang Cheng's eyes at this moment, Song Zhemei was dreamlike, like a star falling from the night sky, wrapping himself tenderly.

He took a few steps back, sat on the rattan chair again, cleared his dry throat, and frowned with difficulty when he told others about it for the first time: "I am an illegitimate child...my mother is from the former Wang Group The chairman's mistress..."

After a pause, he seemed to want to sort out his emotions, and then continued: "My mother... is a girl from that small county. She met Master Wang when she was 20 years old. Back then, Master Wang was young and energetic, and the two got along logically. fell in love...but..."

Wang Cheng took a sip of beer and mustered up his courage to finish the next story: "The ambitious Mr. Wang came to the provincial capital and wanted to make a career, so he asked my mother to wait for him in the county town. When he became famous, he agreed." Come back to pick up my mother... This wait lasted for three years, until I saw Master Wang again, he had already married another beautiful woman..."

"Master Wang saw that my mother had given birth to her own child. He was really pitiful, so he took her as a mistress and bought a house for resettlement. When I was young, I couldn't see my father, so I asked my mother, where is my father? Why does everyone have a father? I don't have one?"

Wang Cheng's voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were full of sorrow. He looked at Song Zhe, and seemed to have a thousand words to pour out: "My mother would hold me and cry every time, until I was ten years old. Master Wang's regular wife came to the door, she was full of jewels, pointing at my mother domineeringly, calling her a vixen, stinky, shameless to seduce her own man..."

"My mother was beaten black and blue, but she didn't resist at all. When I was very young, I rushed to that woman desperately to get her out, but I was slapped and fell to the ground."

Wang Cheng took two puffs of cigarettes, and his voice trembled as if he was crying: "Since then, my mother has cried every day, holding me in her arms and crying constantly, asking me to behave in an upright manner in the future and not to be gossiped by others."

He stood up, took a few steps forward, and looked straight at Song Zhe: "Do you know why I went to study in the county?"

Wang Cheng smiled, asked himself and answered: "Because the mistress of the Wang family said that we are all filthy and shameful, she forced my mother to go back to the county town and was not allowed to enter the provincial capital. Until we went to Singapore, Mr. Wang died, My mother loves him, but my mother is not even allowed to go back to the country to mourn for him. Just because she is a mistress, she is a mistress, and she is a mistress!"

Wang Cheng stretched out his hands to hold Song Zhe's shoulders, and there was an undercurrent of pain in his body: "Xiao Zhe, my mother committed suicide. She cut her wrist three times, and the blood stained the whole tank of water. I can't stop She kept crying and calling her, but she didn't respond. The ambulance took her away. Although she saved her life, my mother would never speak again. Her eyes are dull and stupid every day, She can't hear anything I say."

The tears in his eyes could not be held back, and he couldn't help crying: "Do you understand, Xiao Zhe, do you understand! I can't go against my mother's wishes! I can't let her down! So I can't! I can't..." Falling in love with you…

The last three words were not uttered, but Song Zhe understood everything at this time, why Wang Cheng seemed cheerful in high school but couldn't see through his thoughts, why Wang Cheng was obedient to him when he came back, but refused to accept his own wishes , why Wang Cheng didn't want to mention his mother, and kept avoiding this topic.

Song Zhe understood, he understood Wang Cheng's pain, he understood Wang Cheng's fear, he knew Wang Cheng's hesitation at the moment.

It was I who forced him to step on the untouchable bottom line.

Song Zhe smiled in relief, embraced the helpless man with open arms, patted him on the back and comforted him softly: "I understand, I understand everything, it will be fine, everything will be fine, don't be afraid... I I won't... force you..."

The two embraced for a long time, as if they were the only ones left in the world.

Wang Cheng gradually put away his tears, smiled, patted Song Zhe and said, "It's windy, let's go in."

"Okay." He agreed softly, and let go of Wang Cheng's arms.

They walked into the room one after the other, Jiu Jin was on the rise, Song Zhe followed Wang Cheng and didn't pay attention to his feet, accidentally tripped over the leg of the coffee table, staggered and fell forward.

Wang Cheng hurriedly turned around to support him, and hugged Song Zhe into his arms.

The four eyes met, under the moonlight, his face was fair and pink, and there were stars shining in his eyes.

I don't know who took the initiative first, the lips were intertwined, and they sucked, like two wounded beasts licking each other, trying to rub each other into their bodies...

The author has something to say:

I wrote this chapter so sad, Song Zhe's experience, Wang Cheng's helplessness, I deleted it, wrote it and deleted it again.

I'm afraid that my pen is not strong enough to explain the pain of the two of them.

Sincere thanks to the readers who have never given up on me, bow.

It is because of you that I have persisted until now, thank you very much!

I hope my writing can bring you a little touch!