Straight Men Taming

Song Zhe asked the purser for a three-day personal leave. Although the purser was a little unhappy on the phone, he didn't say anything and agreed. Song Zhe finished the application process on the office system, and immediately turned off his mobile phone and lay down in bed.

He didn't want to think about anything, and he didn't want to ask anything. At this point, he really had no better way than locking himself up to escape all emotions.

For three days, he drank some yogurt when he woke up, and continued to sleep after drinking, completely isolating himself from the world. He couldn't tell whether it was day or night, and he didn't care about the changes in the world. The exhaustion spreading from the bottom of his heart made him lift No eyelids, just want to never wake up again.

He once fell in love with someone hopelessly, and now he wants to forget at the end of the road. This ten-year youthful persistence finally crushed his last strength.

Eileen Chang once said that love is to be as low as the dust and then bloom. I don’t know if he can bloom, but he knows that when he tramples all his self-esteem and pride on the soles of his feet and is so humble that he just begs that person not to leave, There is no turning back.

People can never abuse themselves to the point of being desperate. When Song Zhe turned on the phone again three days later, the overwhelming text messages vibrated to the point that the phone almost crashed. He calmed down and turned over one by one. Greetings, and finally he saw a message from his mother: Son, what's wrong with you, why is the phone kept shutting down?Your father and I are very worried, what happened?

A sense of self-blame and guilt welled up in his heart, thinking that as a son, he didn't let his parents enjoy a few days of happiness, but he caused troubles constantly from childhood to adulthood, which broke the hearts of the elders.

Song Zhe hurriedly pressed the number and dialed to his mother. When the phone was connected, Song's mother's choked voice came through the receiver. Song Zhe's nose was sore with distress, and he spoke softly for a while to comfort him, and quickly explained that he was flying continuously. I forgot my mobile phone in the lounge and failed to get it back in time, and promised to go home to visit them after a while.

Song's mother finally put down her mind and hung up the phone, but Song Zhe suddenly felt a little tired. He leaned on the back of the bed and took a breath. Feeling weak and dizzy, he supported the edge of the bed and tried to shake his head, trying to wake himself up, but the discomfort caused by hypoglycemia caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.

After a while, Song Zhe stood up with all his strength, supported the wall and walked slowly to the bathroom. When he came to the mirror, he looked at the reflected figure so unfamiliar that he could not recognize the original. The man in front of him was disheveled and bearded. Sloppy, I can no longer imagine myself who used to love beauty and dress up.

For whom did it become like this?does it worth?Song Zhe couldn't answer the question in his mind, Wang Cheng's departure made him depressed, but he looked at his embarrassed appearance carefully, Song Zhe showed a desire to survive from his bones.

Torturing himself can only make the people around him suffer. He has understood this truth since he was 17 years old, constantly examining his actions during this period, Song Zhe wanted to slap himself soberly.

If Wang Cheng doesn't love himself, can't he live?What a joke, I will be 27 years old in a few days, and I will stand up in two years. Do I really want to live my life with memories?Song Zhe shook his head mockingly, took off his pajamas, stood in the bathtub and turned on the nozzle, letting the warm water wash away his decadence.

After returning to work, Song Zhe took the initiative to propose an overtime flight to the purser, and adjusted the schedule to completely stagger Zhang Jiajia.

I can't resist seeing Zhang Jiajia walking with me occasionally, and when I come home from get off work, I can see Wang Cheng standing in the airport lobby waiting for his girlfriend, but Song Zhe didn't do anything unusual. Get out of the airport.

People must learn to be strong, and they must also know how to love themselves, because no one will suffer for themselves, let alone love.

Wang Cheng insisted on picking up Zhang Jiajia from get off work every day, not because he was so gluey, but just wanted to take another look at Song Zhe from a distance, even if he didn't say anything, looking at that figure was already very satisfying.

Song Zhe and Zhang Jiajia staggered the flight time. When he heard his girlfriend talk about it, Wang Cheng guessed a lot in his heart. There were only a handful of opportunities for the two to meet. They finally saw Song Zhe in a hurry at the airport. He nodded indifferently and turned to leave.

Song Zhe seems to be doing well recently, his face is ruddy, and his body is gradually getting fleshy, even the sadness between his brows has disappeared, as if time has really passed and he has let go of himself.

Wang Cheng couldn't tell whether he should feel relieved for Song Zhe's recovery, or feel sad that he had been gradually forgotten.

He just turned around and came downstairs to Song Zhe's house every time after sending Zhang Jiajia home, doing nothing but staring at the window above his head in a daze, wanting to get closer to Song Zhe, wanting to see Song Zhe, Wanting to talk to Song Zhe again, after discovering his dirty thoughts, Wang Cheng grabbed his hair and scolded himself for being an asshole.

He is the one who wants to leave, and he is the one who can't take it and let it go. No wonder Song Zhe doesn't want to pay attention to himself, even he himself can't see him.

After smacking out the cigarette butts at his fingertips, Wang Cheng sat in the car and started the engine to go home. The lights in Song Zhe's house had already been turned off, and he was the only one left standing in the night wind, secretly saddened.

When he returned to the house, what caught his eyes was Song Zhe's carefully arranged decorations. The two cute little bears on the sofa were smiling tirelessly. The male bear in the living room acted like a baby and asked Wang Cheng to give it to him.

Wang Cheng didn't know where he got the nameless will-o'-the-wisp, so he snatched the little bear forcefully, yelling at Zhang Jiajia to leave quickly.This is Song Zhe's stuff, how can others touch it, how dare she ask herself to give it to her!

Zhang Jiajia had tears in his eyes at the moment of grievance. He sobbed and wanted to stay here overnight. Wang Chengfu felt irritated. He had no desire to touch Zhang Jiajia. The red lips and the smell of vulgar powder on his body didn't arouse his interest at all.

How can it be compared to Song Zhe, that kitten always has a faint fragrance, fair and smooth skin, always blushes and looks at him affectionately when he is lingering, as if he is all his belief and longing .

Thinking of this, Wang Cheng felt thirsty, and sent Zhang Jiajia away to sit alone on the sofa and close his eyes to rest his mind. Recently, he always had the same dream. In the dream, he and Song Zhe were entangled with each other, conflicting with each other. Each other's fleshy cocks and lips were closely attached to each other's body fluid, and he penetrated into Song Zhe's body again and again with desire, constantly changing the posture of love, and next to his ears was the unbearable heavy panting of the kitten under him, full of trembling Crying out: "I love you."

At first, Wang Cheng was very scared, and whenever he woke up, he would sweat profusely, thankfully it was just a dream, but gradually the number of times increased, and he blamed himself for waking up in a daze, and couldn't hold Song Zhe tighter in his dream Some.

He thought about Song Zhe until every bone ached. He gradually couldn't understand the meaning of his mother's words. , or to abandon the seven emotions and six desires to live alone in desolation.

But the already demented mother could no longer give his own answer, so he could only get stuck in the mud and algae and couldn't protect himself.Tortured by guilt and longing, Wang Cheng was restless every day. He pulled his remaining rationality back and forth between his mother and Song Zhe, fearing that he would take a wrong step.

There was a refreshing smell in the evening wind, which smelled very similar to Song Zhe's unique breath. He felt very lonely, and he was really lonely without Song Zhe.

Song Zhe resumed the habit of going to the gym, and began to pay attention to his diet. He was somewhat relieved that his body, which had been tortured to a sallow and thin body some time ago, had finally returned to normal.

Now that he no longer has the idea of ​​shopping, he prefers to read a book quietly at home. Even Wu Xiaoxin laughed and scolded him for pretending to be literary, but only he knows that he has to occupy his mind and stop to stop him. Occasionally, he thought of Wang Cheng's dull pain again.

After reading Pushkin’s collection of poems, Song Zhe was silent for a long time for a certain passage: I once loved you hopelessly, I endured both shyness and jealousy, I used to be so sincere and gentle Loved you, and may God bless you, someone else will love you as much as I do.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that most Chinese and foreign literati throughout the ages are so sour, and they can write poems even when they lose a love, but these sour words and crooked words can always point people's hearts.

Song Zhe didn't want to think about it, let alone shed tears. He had cried too many times for Wang Cheng in the past, and now he couldn't cry anymore.

He was tired, finally tired, tossed to pieces by Wang Cheng's capriciousness, and he just wanted to cherish himself in the next few days. Life is unsatisfactory in all likelihood, and he must always look for a better place, maybe after a while, If he meets a suitable person, he can fall in love. If he is lucky, he can stay with him for a few years, and if he is unlucky, he can also get through this gap period.

Can you wait?Will wait.Song Zhe thought to comfort himself.

This day, Song Zhe packed up the cabin and left work as usual. Today, he flew with Zhang Jiajia. He was too lazy to stop over to avoid running into Wang Cheng, but just as he walked out of the airport, he saw someone he had never dreamed of.

"Little Zhe!" The man saw him from a distance, ran over with a smile on his face, and hugged him tightly, causing Song Zhe to grin his teeth in pain.

"Qin Yan?" Song Zhe called out the man's name in disbelief, and wanted to go home to see if his water was retrograde recently.

Just after leaving a bottle of Buddha, another plague god came. What happened to him recently?Hit a ghost?

"Eh...that...you let go first..." Song Zhe just wanted to break free from Qin Yan's embrace, but met Wang Cheng who was standing there through his shoulder eyes.

The other party was obviously waiting for his girlfriend to get off work, but he turned his head and looked at him fiercely, frowning as if he was about to eat someone.

Depend on!What to see!Song Zhe rolled his eyes, distanced himself from Qin Yan, and took his hand again for some reason.

Qin Yan was naturally overjoyed, with a smile on his handsome face, he held Song Zhe's hand back and said loudly, "Xiao Zhe, I miss you so much."

Song Zhe was aroused by his nasty tone of voice, and his whole body had goose bumps. He still vividly remembered how this scumbag treated him back then. He hadn't had a bad memory enough to forget the pain from the scar.Twitching the corner of his mouth, Song Zhe said with some embarrassment: "Well...let's talk about it after we go out, this person has so many eyes..."

"Well! Let's go out! I have a lot to say to you!" Qin Yan pulled Song Zhe up with a smile and walked out of the airport, but Song Zhe felt a pair of eyes staring at him fiercely from behind.

Until he went out with Qin Yan, the chilling gaze disappeared, Song Zhe quickly withdrew his hand, curled his lips and asked him, "What do you want me for?"

"Little Zhe..." Qin Yan hooked the corners of his lips rascally, and wanted to get closer to Song Zhe, but he turned around to avoid him, so he rubbed his nose in embarrassment and said, "I just miss you. I haven't seen you for many years. I want to see you." Let's see how you are doing."

Song Zhe rolled his eyes again, well, when he scolded himself, he didn't see Young Master Qin softening his heart, what happened today, the sun came out from the west?

"Put away your tricks, the two of us have nothing to do with each other long ago, if you want to play with your old relationship, you can find someone else." He took a step back in disgust, and distanced himself from Qin Yan.

Qin Yan seemed to have guessed that he would say this, raised his eyebrows and smiled indifferently: "You have changed a lot, and now you are empty."

"Hehe," Song Zhe sneered, and said sarcastically, "I'm sorry I didn't find a tall branch to climb up as you expected."

Qin Yan was a little embarrassed by his obvious hostility, smiled wryly, and said softly: "I didn't expect you to remember..."

"I'm not stupid, so I naturally remember your imperial bestowal." After finishing speaking, Song Zhe put on his sunglasses, not intending to entangle Qin Yan any longer, and turned around to leave, but his wrist was grabbed again.

"Xiao Zhe, I was really sorry at the beginning..." Qin Yan shouted anxiously, "Can we start over?"

"Dream!" Song Zhe pulled out his arm vigorously, and strode away from this place of right and wrong without looking back.

On the drive home, he kept cursing Qin Yan secretly, thinking that he was ignorant and ignorant back then, and was insulted by that bastard because he wanted to cling to the powerful. Song Zhe only hated that he slapped Qin Yan 8 years ago for not being hard enough, so he should do it again. Kicking the opponent's lifeblood, making Qin Yan no longer humane!

Although he was furious, Song Zhe was surprised to find that his real situation had changed. In the past, he didn't want to mention Qin Yan because he would still be sad, but now he only has unwillingness to be resigned to his youth and stupidity.

Thinking by analogy, maybe one day the matter of Wang Cheng will be over, maybe I will talk about him after a few years, but I just said a few words calmly, and there is no turmoil in my heart.

Is there a day?Song Zhe didn't know, he subconsciously clenched the steering wheel in his hand, stepped up the horsepower and drove towards home.

After parking the car and taking the elevator upstairs, he buried his head and took out his keys to go to open the door, but when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure standing in the shadows.

"You're back." Wang Cheng slowly walked out of the shadows, looking at him with a gloomy expression.

Song Zhe wanted to turn around and run in an instant, what day is it today?Mercury retrograde is not enough to describe his misfortune!It is clear that everything is inappropriate in the almanac!

Wang Cheng stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the villain in front of him who was trying to escape, and said gloomily, "Where do you want to go?"

Depend on!He wants to hide away!But after thinking about it, no, this is his house!It's this bastard who should go!

Song Zhe shook off Wang Cheng's hand, took out the key to open the door, ignored it, and was about to enter the house, but was blocked by a strong arm.

"Who is he?" Wang Cheng's unclear questioning voice came from above his head, and Song Zhe was so aggrieved that he wanted to turn around and punch him.

Curling his lips angrily, Song Zhe replied angrily: "Ex-boyfriend."

"Qin Yan? The one in your university?" Wang Cheng didn't understand what the panic in his heart was, so he pulled Song Zhe's shoulder to ask him to explain.

Song Zhe felt some pain in his body when he was forcefully broken off. He frowned and shouted retaliatoryly: "Yes, it's Qin Yan! Satisfied! What else do you want to ask! It's none of your business!"

Regardless of his anger, Wang Cheng continued to ask stubbornly: "Haven't you two broken up for a long time? Why did he come to see you?"

Song Zhe gritted his teeth and opened his fingers one by one, turned around and hid in the door, and said with a sneer, "Come and get back with me, why, do you have any opinions?"

Wang Cheng wanted to step forward and walk in the door, but was stopped by Song Zhe as if he was about to fight, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart: "Then did you agree?"

"None of your business! Get out!" Song Zhe closed the door with a "bang", leaned against the wall, covered his chest and gasped several times.

Grass mud horse!The will-o'-the-wisp went straight to his forehead, he picked up something casually and threw it on the floor, with a "click" sound, the porcelain doll on the shoe cabinet suddenly shattered into countless pieces.

"It's you who don't want me! Why are you questioning me now!" Song Zhe roared sharply, but gradually, a little bit of grievance came from his heart.

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