Straight Men Taming

After Wang Cheng sent Zhang Jiajia home, he turned around and drove to the bottom of Song Zhe's house. He got out of the car and leaned against the car window to look at the window of the man's house. He smoked one cigarette after another, but he couldn't relieve a trace of sorrow.

Song Zhe's sad face lingered in his mind and couldn't get rid of it. He was like a standing sculpture, stubbornly wanting to keep the place closest to the kitten.

The night wind mixed with raindrops fell, but Wang Cheng never moved half a step. He kept guessing in his mind what would happen to Song Zhe when he returned home, would he cry?Will you scold yourself?Still as indifferent and indifferent as at the airport.

He stamped out the cigarette in agitation, and whenever he recalled Song Zhe saying that they were not familiar with each other in an unfamiliar tone, he would feel pain in his heart. Obviously, he was eager to get rid of the relationship, but he was hurt by Song Zhe's attitude.

Wang Cheng was amused by his childishness, but he just smiled and was blown into the air by the wind.

This decision was right, and Song Zhe was right to give up. After all, they can't be entangled with each other for a lifetime. When they are all calm, maybe they can get back together and be ordinary friends.

But will they still have that day?Wang Cheng didn't know, he only knew that he couldn't imagine a life without Song Zhe.

Until the lights in the window went out, Wang Cheng got into the car and restarted the engine, turned around and drove to his home. Song Zhe chose the sofa and bed, and even the TV, dining table and wardrobe had his style.

I have been deeply involved in the kitten's tricks for a long time. I am the one who resists, and I am the one who retreats steadily. Wang Chengku twitched the corners of his mouth, and even the tip of his nose began to feel sore. It will get better, it will definitely get better .

Song Zhe went to work, ate and slept as usual, neither complained nor collapsed and depressed, but any creature within a five-meter radius of him could feel this abnormally low air pressure.

The entire flight crew was affected by this strong emotion, and even the colleagues who had been close to him on weekdays were cautious and did not dare to speak too much, but Song Zhe still smiled like a flower as if nothing had happened. Non-stop, but this obvious fake high made everyone even more nervous, fearing that he would collapse and cry in the next second.

Song Zhe spends more and more time in silence, as long as no one talks to him, he will be expressionless, his eyes are staring and he doesn't know what he is thinking, Zhang Jiajia still haunts Song Zhe and chats all day long, and proposes invitations and invitations many times. Dinner with my boyfriend.

Song Zhe declined in embarrassment. He didn't want to see Wang Cheng again, and he didn't want to see Zhang Jiajia interacting closely with that person. Even if they casually looked at each other and smiled, his carefully disguised mask would be easily disintegrated.

Occasionally Song Zhe would feel that he hated Wang Cheng. He had almost forgotten the past, but the other party would come back to provoke him. What people fear most is not disappointment, but being destroyed by their own hands after seeing hope.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't bear to hate him. If he wronged Wang Cheng, wouldn't he be wronged? But if he really made friends, he would be entangled again. Wang Cheng must also blame himself, otherwise why would he suddenly make friends? Girlfriend, it is obvious that they are warning the two to keep their distance.

Clothes can be repaired if they are torn, and things can be repaired if they are broken, but even if others don't love him, no matter how much he tries to force him, it will always be in vain.

Song Zhe looked at the sky and smiled wryly, holding back his tears back into his stomach.

When Wu Xiaoxin saw Song Zhe again, she was shocked. It was clear that two days ago, she had changed her gender to be a good wife and mother. Why did she become so depressed just a few days later? She forcefully dragged Song Zhe out, and invited Zhu Zhuzhu to a bar to release her nature.

Song Zhe couldn't twist Wu Xiaoxin's thigh with his arm, so he could only be obedient and let Zhu Zhuzhu and Wu Xiaoxin drag him into the bar.

Wu Xiaoxin threw out money in a haughty manner, called three bottles of whiskey, and prepared to press Song Zhe for the reason for his depression. He thought that three glasses of wine would be the only way to unravel this knot, but unexpectedly he said calmly that he had severed ties with Wang Cheng , and the other party also talked about a girlfriend.

"What!" Wu Xiaoxin yelled in disbelief: "Didn't you two reconcile? You two couples who were in love with each other just took over the house two days ago. Why did you break off the relationship so quickly? Are you playing house?!"

Song Zhe looked at Wu Xiaoxin calmly, and moved the corners of his mouth to smile but couldn't: "He has his choice, and I have my own life, it's normal."

"Fart! This is simply cheating! It's ruthless dick pulling!" Zhu Zhuzhu roared angrily, looking at Song Zhe, trying to see some clues from his face, but there was nothing. Song Zhe's expression was stagnant, just like this It's like things are over.

"Little cutie, what on earth are you thinking? You're not sad at all?" Wu Xiaoxin asked anxiously, deeply afraid that Song Zhe was trying to be brave.

"It's really nothing." Song Zhe looked at them calmly, and touched the backs of their hands comfortingly: "Do you know how many people die in the whole country every year?"

"Ah?" Zhu Zhuzhu didn't understand what Song Zhe wanted to say, and looked at him in surprise.

"It's 320 million people," Song Zhe asked himself, and continued to ask: "Do you know how many people commit suicide every year in the whole country?"

Wu Xiaoxin and Zhu Zhuzhu looked at each other, and said in unison: "How much?"

"It's 28.7," Song Zhe said with gentle eyes, smiled and spit out the numbers. After a pause, he lowered his eyes and began to count: "20 people died from medical accidents, 10 people died from traffic accidents, and 2.3 people died from fires." [-]..."

"Little cutie, what exactly do you want to say?" Wu Xiaoxin interrupted impatiently, not understanding what was going on now.

"I want to tell you," Song Zhe looked up at the singer singing on the stage, his expression flickering under the colorful neon lights, "There are many suffering people in this world, and there are also many people who died unexpectedly. We are all just the earth. The dust on the earth, the seven emotions and six desires, the love between men and women are all fleeting. Buddhism says that people have eight sufferings, not getting what they want, and parting from love, and not getting what they want is the first. "

Song Zhe picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it into his mouth. The strong alcohol burned his throat hot, and every word he said seemed to persuade himself: "I'm going to see it, I advise you to do the same." Think about it early."

Wu Xiaoxin felt that Song Zhe in front of her was terrible. If he was tearing his heart and crying like before, maybe he wasn't so panicked, but at this moment, he calmly told them a bunch of things without crying or fussing with a smile on his face. In principle, it's like being told by Ling Chi that the knife was cut too lightly, which is very weird and abnormal.

Zhu Zhuzhu shook her head again and again, subconsciously shrank back into the sofa, then turned to Wu Xiaoxin and said, "He's crazy, is he crazy?"

"Bah, don't talk nonsense." Wu Xiaoxin gave him a hard look, and Zhu Zhuzhu immediately silenced her, curling her lips aggrieved.

"Aren't you singing in this bar? Hurry up and sing on stage, go and go." Wu Xiaoxin waved Zhu Zhuzhu away, intending to talk to Song Zhe alone.

Song Zhe shrugged with a helpless smile, looked at Zhu Zhuzhu, and pretended to smile expectantly to invite him to perform on stage.

Zhu Zhuzhu was dissatisfied with Luluzui, got up and went to the stage, after a few words with the staff, he chose the song, the prelude of the music slowly flowed out, it was clearly a girl's song, but the moment he spoke, the whole bar fell silent, Listen carefully to this mellow, hurting voice:

I know I can't I can't

be his friend be his friend

In advance and retreat, I don't look back but don't let go

I miss this wound

I know I can't I can't

how young i am

In the end I don't study whether to see through or not

Dying to find an exit

Zhu Zhuzhu speaks clearly, speaks fluent Cantonese, and her singing is as intoxicating as spring water, but Wu Xiaoxin didn't care to appreciate it. She looked at Song Zhe worriedly, clinked the wine glass with him and said with concern: "If you are sad, don't hold it in your heart. You still want to cry If you want to make trouble, I will accompany you."

Song Zhe smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. The strong whiskey was originally a high-strength drink used by people living in the ice and snow to warm their bodies, but it just fit his mood at the moment.

He drank more than half of the bottle of wine, put the glass on the wine table, and waved his hand to tell Wu Xiaoxin that he left first. Regardless of the other party's surprised eyes and obstructive voice, Song Zhe stood up on his own, swaying The body walked out of the bar.

Zhu Zhuzhu's clear voice behind him is still singing affectionately, and the sad tune is as clear as a knife piercing into the heart:

No need to open your eyes, the night sky is so bright

Once the pulse line has climbed, there is no support

The soul gradually leaves this body

floating silvery white luminous body

Dying, I thought fate, love and hatred were all destroyed

In the provincial capital, the lights are on and the singing and dancing are on the rise. Everyone passing by on the street is either laughing or laughing, or decadent and hurt. There are so many people in the world, so many passers-by, some of them are fleeting, while others can be remembered for a lifetime.

But I happened to meet that person, the person who could never love me.

Song Zhe was walking alone on the sidewalk, and the alcohol was getting on his head. He was dizzy and couldn't find the way he came from. He walked through one street after another, and crossed one intersection after another, but he still couldn't tell where the road was. go home.

Feeling exhausted, Song Zhe found a seat on the side of the street, sat down with the backrest with some nausea, and planned to move on after the drunkenness dissipated.

The vehicle passed by like running water. Sitting on the bench, he suddenly recalled the scene of Wang Cheng taking care of himself when he was drunk last time. A mighty heart can be heard on the chest, beating vigorously one after another.

Just like when I was 16 years old, I was lying in Wang Cheng's arms when I was injured by the smash, holding my body tightly as if afraid of breaking it, and I couldn't bear to have the slightest grievance.

It's over, it's been a long time, it's as long as it was in the previous life, the things that I tried desperately to hold in the palm of my hand are still lost now.

Song Zhe counted the speeding cars one by one in a daze, recalling pieces of their past, after all, he had to keep in mind, and then ruthlessly forget.

But thinking about it, his eyes were still red from time to time, and he was about to wipe away the tears on his face, but the phone rang suddenly. He fumbled several times before taking out the phone, and looked at the two words flashing on the screen: Wangcheng.

Wang Cheng was dragged to the clubhouse by Wang Ye to drink after the meeting of the Wang Group today. The eldest young master seemed to have some conflict with Shen Moyan. He cried and laughed at times while drinking, and pretended to be old-fashioned and said to him: " You said that the world is really wonderful. There are so many people, Zhang San Li Si, who can’t be picked, but let’s just look at the most terrible one. Is it cheap, haha, yes, it is cheap."

Wang Cheng numbly looked at his tearful but laughing younger brother, and drank the spirits in the glass in one gulp in silence, his throat was burned instantly, and his heart started to colic along with it.

Thinking about it day and night but not being able to ask for it, isn't it just him and Song Zhe, who obviously want to be unable to let go, but have to let go, seeing Song Zhe's back that is drifting away, he is crazy to get back but there is nothing he can do, When the wine in his mouth became bitter, it made Wang Cheng's eyes burn a little.

He suddenly wanted to call Song Zhe, for no reason, just to listen to the kitten's voice, even if it was an innocuous greeting, even if it was a cold and indifferent reprimand, it was better than being silent now.

Perhaps it was Jiu Zhuang who was cowardly, he couldn't sit still anymore and walked out of the clubhouse, he pressed the number he knew by heart, and in just tens of seconds of waiting for the connection, he was so nervous that he clenched his fists.

"Hello..." Song Zhexu's soft voice came from the receiver as if after waiting for a century.

Wang Cheng suddenly held his breath, fearing that this was his own dream, he squeezed the phone tightly to hear it more clearly, he swallowed nervously before saying hoarsely: "It's me, Wang Cheng."

"Well," Song Zhe looked at the ground, he knew it was Wang Cheng, but what else could he say, there was nothing left.

"Are... are you okay..." Wang Cheng paused for a long time before opening his mouth with difficulty, his nose was so sore that he even choked up.

"Me?" Song Zhe frowned, his brain stunned by alcohol couldn't understand the meaning of the other party, he thought for a while and replied: "Not so good...I'm drunk..."

When Wang Cheng heard his words, his heart was so painful that he suffocated his breath, his nails sank deep into his palm, and he asked hoarsely, "Have you been drinking? Are you at home?"

"I'm not here..." Probably had drunk too much, Song Zhe said honestly without reacting, fiddling with his fingers subconsciously, and felt a little wronged for a moment: "I don't know where I am...I can't find my way home It's..."

Wang Cheng was shocked when he heard the words, fearing that Song Zhe would do something stupid, he quickly asked, "Where are you? Can you see any landmarks around you?"

"Building?" Song Zhe seemed to be half a beat behind, looked up and looked around in a daze, pursed his lips and muttered: "No... nothing..." He suddenly became so sad that he sobbed: "Am I lost? ...I can't go home anymore...I'm so scared...Wang Cheng...Where do you think home is...I can't find it no matter how hard I look..."

Wang Cheng paced back and forth anxiously, constantly wondering where Song Zhe would be. He scratched his hair helplessly, and said softly, "Hey, turn on the location of your phone and don't move there. I'll be right over."

"Oh, good." Song Zhe sniffed, and obediently agreed without thinking too much.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Cheng hurried back to the clubhouse to say hello to Wang Ye, but saw that the other party was already drunk to the point of unconsciousness, and kept crying Shen Moyan's name.

In desperation, Wang Cheng had no choice but to call Shen Moyan with Wang Ye's mobile phone, asking the other party to pick him up. Shen Moyan hesitated for a while on the phone, but agreed to come over.

After Wang Cheng hung up the phone, he immediately turned around and ran out the door, and took a taxi to the place where Song Zhe was located. His heart was beating wildly, fearing that something might happen to the kitten again.

Don't be afraid, don't cry, wait for me, I will protect you, I will guard you, I will always be with you.

kitten, don't be sad...

Wang Cheng bowed and hugged his head in the car, his eyes widened and he couldn't hold back the tears anymore. He kept chanting silently, as if calling a spell to imprison him.

The author has something to say:

Recently, I am working on the outline of the second article, which is to tell the story of Wang Ye and Shen Moyan.

Are there any little angels interested in the relationship between the two generations from the Republic of China to modern times?Raise your hand~~~

Speaking of Song Zhe and Wang Cheng, this couple really took a lot of effort from me, but the writing is still not very good. It is very abusive at present, but everyone must believe that the ending must be beautiful, because true love is eternal. Please read it patiently, because Wang Cheng The baby is about to be abused.