Straight Men Taming

Not knowing how he walked back to the new house, Wang Cheng's mind was so confused that he had a splitting headache, he only remembered stumbling into the bed and falling asleep.

I had countless dreams at night, I dreamed of Song Zhe's crying face asking why I didn't love him, I just wanted to hug him and explain that it wasn't, it wasn't like this, but when I turned around, I saw my mother crying in grief: "People's words are terrible! Words are terrifying!"

"No!!" Wang Cheng screamed and sat up, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

The sky was just getting bright, and there was a little car horn sounding outside the window. Wang Cheng put his head in his hands in pain, panted heavily, and couldn't stop shaking.

In the dark room, deep loneliness permeates every inch of skin, and even the air has a cool smell.

The sunlight could not penetrate the heavy curtains, and the man who was about to stand sat there for a long time, his scarlet eyes allowed the loneliness to swallow him up little by little.

Song Zhe's sad expression and his mother's words kept alternating in his mind, pulling at Wang Cheng's emotions and reason, clamoring to tear him to pieces.

Unable to embrace the one he loves and be in love with each other, and unable to follow his mother's wishes and keep filial piety, the man just feels that he is going crazy, hot tears fall drop by drop, and fall on the bed sheet, making a faint dark dot.

I don't know how long it took until the phone's alarm rang, and Wang Cheng came back to his senses, reached out and took out the phone to turn off the sound.

The bright sunlight outside the window spilled into the room through the gap, and fell mottled on the ground.

If it's still there, it's time to get up and make breakfast for the kittens...

His kitten is very picky, eating eggs without egg yolks, drinking dairy products without milk, and even millet porridge is only willing to taste two mouthfuls.

He is obviously a man who is almost 27 years old, but he still looks like a teenager. He always likes to pout and act like a baby to himself.

In the past, there was always nothing to do with the kitten, the only way to coax it softly was to give up until the eyebrows were beaming, and when she was happy, she would push it into her arms again to play tricks.

His kitten... so cute... so nice... he only has himself in his heart...

pity…

never to be seen again...

Wang Cheng wiped away the tears on his face, trying to pull out a smile to comfort himself, but before he could grin, hot water drops fell down again.

Hastily found out the overcoat and changed into it. He was no longer in the mood to cook alone, so he picked up his briefcase and turned to go out lonely.

The moment he closed the door, Wang Cheng looked at this strange empty room and laughed at himself.

Maybe that's fine too...

When Wangcheng was decadent and depressed, Song Zhe almost tortured himself into a ghost. First, he took the initiative to apply for an additional flight, and flew from early morning to late night, but he refused to sleep when he returned home, smoking cigarettes in his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot. My eyes keep watching anime, books, TV series.

I don't want to let myself be idle, I can't be idle, every corner of this house has the atmosphere of Wangcheng, he has used the kitchen, he has visited the balcony, he has slept in the bedroom, and the sofa...on the sofa...

Song Zhe closed his eyes in pain, his body had already collapsed to the limit, he had worked very hard, tried his best to forget that figure, but it would still slip into his dreams, sneak into his brain, and even breathe the air like that person smell.

After all, who can come to save myself, it hurts so much, it hurts so much that I'm about to suffocate.

A month later, Song Zhe finally fell ill on the plane, and the flight attendant was terrified when he saw him pass out. Since the forced landing incident, this woman who is over [-] years old has always regarded this boy who is a few years younger than herself as her own brother. Come to pamper.

Seeing that he was getting more and more haggard recently, the chief purser was very distressed. He talked to Song Zhe many times, hoping that he would confide in him, but Song He always shook his head with a wry smile and refused to say anything.

A few girls worked together to send him to the hospital. Unexpectedly, Song Zhe refused to be hospitalized after waking up and insisted on going back to work. The flight attendant showed his domineering side and waved his hand directly, ordering him to take five days off to recuperate before returning to work.

Although Song Zhe was touched by the chief purser's concern, he still shirked that he was fine. The chief purser was so angry that he said harshly: "If you are sick, don't be an eyesore. If you don't want to live, just resign!"

This remark made Song Zhe terribly blocked, and he didn't refute anything, so he just nodded and agreed to take a vacation to recuperate.

After returning home alone, facing the unpopular room, thinking that some time ago, he and Wang Cheng were eating dessert while discussing where to travel next time.

When he was sick in the past, he was cared for by Wang Cheng, but now he is the only one left, and he might have to wait ten and a half months before being found out if he died.

This illness seems to have drained all of Song Zhe's vitality from his body. He looks like a walking corpse every day, and he doesn't socialize, doesn't go out, and doesn't talk.

On the third day, Wu Xiaoxin couldn't bear to worry anymore, and rushed into Song Zhe's house to catch the kid out.

When she just entered the door, she couldn't help shivering. It was clear that the sky was bright outside, but there was no light turned on here, and it was as cold as a haunted house.

There were some medicines scattered on the coffee table, and the rest were wine bottles and microwave food.

"Song Zhe..." Wu Xiaoxin called out cautiously. She has been to this place countless times, but she has never been so timid as today.

The cleanliness and tidiness of the past are gone, and now, this place is clearly a tomb, where Song Zhe's dead heart is buried.

"Come in..." Song Zhe's hoarse voice sounded from the balcony.

Wu Xiaoxin changed her shoes and walked softly to the balcony, then turned around and saw him.

Song Zhe's face was pale, his lips were so chapped, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He was wearing home clothes, and he was sitting on a rattan chair with a cigarette in his hand.

If she hadn't known him for so many years, Wu Xiaoxin would probably want to call the police at this moment, because the man in front of her was exuding the aura of not wanting to live anymore.

Suddenly angry, Wu Xiaoxin snatched the cigarette from Song Zhe's hand and scolded, "You won't be able to live if Wang Cheng leaves, right!!"

Song Zhe saw that his cigarette was taken away, but he didn't fight for it. He pressed his dry lips, pointed to the rattan chair and said to Wu Xiaoxin, "Sit down."

Wu Xiaoxin sat down angrily and couldn't stop glaring at Song Zhe's reprimand: "What are you going to do now? Just be so depressed for the rest of your life? Can Wang Cheng see it? He is so chic and happy now! You can make him happy like this Have you changed your mind? Have you lost your mind? Have you ever thought about your parents? Have you thought about us? I think you should quit your job and stop doing it. I’ll find a mental hospital and let you live in it! Only then can you recognize reality!"

"Xiaoxin..." Song Zhe listened to her silently, looking far away at the sky, and said slowly after a long time: "Do you still remember the time we went to Taiwan and watched a drama called "Happy Receive Letters", do you remember?"

"Remember..." Wu Xiaoxin frowned, looked at Song Zhe in doubt, not knowing what he wanted to express, and continued: "At the beginning, you and Zhu Zhuzhu cried so hard that you wanted to take a photo with other actors, but there were too many people and it was too crowded. Go in, because of this, you two have been moaning and sighing for a long time."

"Really..." Song Zhe grinned, as if he was also recalling, "It seems to be like that at the beginning, time is so fast, a few years have passed."

"Little cutie, what exactly do you want to say?" Wu Xiaoxin was really annoyed by his slow-moving appearance, and asked angrily.

Song Zhe looked back at Wu Xiaoxin, pulled out an ugly smile, lowered his eyes and replied with inaudible emotion: "There is a line in "Happy Receiving Letters", which has always impressed me deeply. The heroine wrote a letter when she was about to die. Tell the hero: I have spent my whole life learning one thing, possession is the beginning of loss, owning youth, in fact, has already begun to lose youth; owning marriage, has already begun to lose marriage; owning fame, in fact, reputation will also be lost..." Said , Song Zhe turned his head to look at Wu Xiaoxin, with an empty and confused expression, "If you have love, you are already losing love."

"But," he smiled miserably, tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Why do I still lose it even though I have never owned it...

Tell me, why on earth..."

"Song Zhe!" Wu Xiaoxin immediately hugged him tightly, her eyes flushed with distress, "It will be fine, you believe me, it will be fine, you still have us, we will always be by your side!"

Song Zhe hooked the corners of his mouth sadly, and stretched out his arms to hug Wu Xiaoxin, with a heart-wrenching sorrow in his voice: "Everyone of you told me that I will get better and time will heal the wound... But why didn't you tell me, How long will it take? How long will it take me to get better?"

"I have waited for ten years... Do I have to wait for the next ten years? What if the next ten years are not good? Should I continue to wait? How many years do I have to wait! How many years! Can I forget him! Tell me!" Song Zhe stared at his blood-red eyes, tears kept rolling down, he kept shaking Wu Xiaoxin's shoulders, desperately wanting an answer.

"No! No! Don't do this!" Wu Xiaoxin broke down in tears, stroking Song Zhe's face to comfort him, even if Qin Yan cheated and insulted him back then, she had never seen him in such pain.

"Xiaoxin...I'm in so much pain...I'm in so much pain..." Song Zhe leaned on Wu Xiaoxin's shoulder, tears wet her clothes, and hugged her best friend tightly, unable to restrain the torment in her heart.

"I know, I know..." Wu Xiaoxin kept stroking Song Zhe's back, comforting the boy crying like a child in a low voice, until she felt that the person in her arms calmed down, she let go of her hand to wipe away his tears, persuading him Said: "Hey, go in, take care of your illness, you know."

"En!" Song Zhe nodded obediently, smiled apologetically at Wu Xiaoxin and said, "I'm sorry, Xiaoxin, for making you worry..."

Wu Xiaoxin also smiled through tears, touched his face and pretended to be angry: "You, you will depend on me. If you continue to torment yourself like this, I will throw her into the stinky ditch for brainwashing."

"Hey, you don't want to part with it." Song Zhe showed a bright smile, with wet tears on his face, but he became more energetic.

"Stinky boy~" Wu Xiaoxin teased with a smile, and helped him into the room.

After taking care of Song Zhe, who lay down and fell asleep, she sighed lovingly and left the house. After taking the elevator downstairs, she took out her phone and dialed, "Hello, Zhuzhu, well, I just came out. He is not in a good condition and is sick again." Okay, okay, that's it."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Xiaoxin looked back at Song Zhe's window, frowned and shook her head before walking towards her parking space.

In the next few days, Wu Xiaoxin, Zhu Zhuzhu and Wang Ya seemed to run to Song Zhe's house every day in shifts, taking good care of him and getting healthy day by day.

Song Zhe was so moved that he hugged them and cried for several times, and he also forced himself to face life again. After he recovered from his illness, he actively devoted himself to work and didn't want to worry the people around him anymore.

Just when he thought life was going to go on like this, a phone call brought him back to the original point.

The author has something to say:

Hey, how should I say, changed Chapter 26 today.Change to vomit blood. . . .

I always feel that the plot of this chapter is too fast. . .But forgive the stupid author for being a big aunt, dying. . .

Do you think this is abusive?No no no, this is just the beginning of abuse~~haha~ Don't send me blades! ~run away~