Who allowed me to live like a dream

"Ah?" Gu Jiachen was instantly fixed on Ji Zetong's gaze, unable to move like a dying prisoner.He looked at the luxurious bags in his hands in embarrassment, and said with a wry smile, "I... used Ren Xiaoxu's card."

Ji Zetong snorted coldly and said, "You are finally willing to swipe his card, are you afraid that he will sell you?"

"Stop joking..." Gu Jiachen couldn't help but lower his head, wondering why he was so weak in front of Ji Zetong?

"Stop joking, how much am I worth?" Gu Jiachen said with self-deprecation.

He has always been well versed in this, and he knows that he should degrade himself properly in front of an arrogant and arrogant person, so as not to become their target of attack.

Gu Jiachen was a little dazed, it seemed that he hadn't seen Ji Zetong like this for a long time.Since Ren Xiaohuai came back, Ji Zetong has become very obedient, so obedient that he almost faded out of his sight, as if those stupid things before were done by others.

What's the matter now?How could he suddenly appear downstairs in his house?Didn't Ren Xiaohuai buy him a house?He should have his own home.There is also the Jijiayuan under his name. If you want to take a vacation, you don’t want to go to the big garden. What are you doing in Peony City?Is he here to visit relatives and friends?

Unexpectedly by Gu Jiachen, Ji Zetong didn't pick up the words and continued to ridicule him, but stood silently, standing under the straight street lamp, slowly took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and said:

"Go and open the door, I'll go up and sit down."

Gu Jiachen was full of doubts, and obediently walked ahead.This was the first time that he walked in front, and Ji Zetong followed silently. He smoked silently along the way, so quiet, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

As in the old days, Yulou people reappeared silently.

Gu Jiachen always felt that this feeling was familiar.

He thought he wouldn't see Ji Zetong's dejected look again.Even Heaven would have moved for this man who had endured eight years in a prison of dark solitude and waiting.Originally, he thought that when his beloved returned, the scars in his heart would be healed one day.Who knew that it had only been half a year since that person came back, and Ji Zetong would make a comeback like this.

Gu Jiachen felt a heavy board on his back, because it was on his back, not on his chest, so he was powerless and at a loss as to what to do.

The elevator door opened slowly after a crisp sound. Gu Jiachen went to the door to fingerprint, changed his shoes at the door, and the lights and air conditioner automatically operated under the infrared sensor.

Ji Zetong walked into the living room with a tired body. Under the gray coat was a clean white suit, and he only wore a pair of black socks on his feet.Ji Zetong threw his coat aside, and threw himself on the sofa, like a bean pod that has just been squeezed out of the last bit of oil and water.Tired, weak, lifeless.

Gu Jiachen didn't dare to speak, and silently carried the pile of things he bought into the cloakroom and put them away. After coming out, he turned and went into the kitchen to boil water and make tea.

Although Ji Zetong didn't look like he wanted to drink tea at all.But Gu Jiachen understood him.In any case, the two of them have known each other since junior high school, and it has been ten years now.After knowing each other for so long, even enemies should have formed a deep relationship, each other's children can fall in love with each other, and enemies become in-laws.What's more, the two of them didn't have any deep hatred. Strictly speaking, Ji Zetong was still Gu's matchmaker.

Gu Jiachen knew this person well. Although he seemed to be indifferent on the surface, in fact, he would always remember whoever treated him well.And this person doesn't know how to ask for warmth when he is cold, so make sure to make a cup of hot tea for him when he looks like he doesn't want to drink tea the most.Then, let it cool slowly around him.Because he knew that the temperature lost by the tea was just enough to enter his cold heart.Even the warmth of a match is good for a frostbite.

The room was unusually quiet, the kitchen was semi-open and there was no door.Ji Zetong heard the sound of gurgling boiling water, and suddenly said like a child: "I want to drink coffee."

Gu Jiachen agreed, and dug out a bag of coffee beans from the cabinet.This thing needs to be ground fresh, and Gu Jiachen worked in the kitchen for a long time before he successfully took out a cup of thick, black, fragrant and steaming liquid from the coffee machine.He found sugar cubes and creamer in a small plate under the glass, and found a small spoon.Then bring the coffee to Ji Zetong, and put it on the coffee table next to the sofa, where he can reach it with his hand.

The light in the living room was dimmed by Ji Zetong at some point, and the whole room was like night.The sofa is facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the lanterns are dotted with glass, like a bright galaxy, fascinating the eyes of those returning home.Ji Zetong didn't go to get coffee.He raised his slender arms high, his five fingers spread out in the air, as if he wanted to grab something.

Gu Jiachen stood aside and watched in a daze.Ji Zetong's eyes were like glass, and there was a smear of thick ink hidden in his eyes, as if he was about to draw a splashed ink landscape at any time.

The night is like water, and the blue of the night sky is a deep melancholy, spreading out and covering the person in front of him, like a gorgeous brocade, wrapping him tightly, wrapping him...until he can't breathe.

It seems that there is something wrong.Something must have happened.But Gu Jiachen couldn't ask, he had to wait until the person in front of him opened his mouth to talk to him, and told him all the shit.Ji Zetong would do this sometimes, treating him as a serious friend and telling him something.Then he signaled him to forget with his eyes.

Gu Jiachen waited for a long time this time.

He just stood like that in the dimly lit living room, beside the sofa where Ji Zetong was lying, until the coffee was cold, and Gu Jiachen felt his waist and legs were sore.

Time and space seem to be frozen, he seems to be placed in a gel, clearly visible, but unable to move.Time condenses the story into a crystal-clear amber, and his body is immersed in it, and is picked up and watched after many years.Does anyone know the story behind time?Each of us is the most gorgeous author!It's a pity that life goes by without leaving traces.The love that used to be lost in the wind and rain, disappeared in the night, and the precious manuscripts were left in the wind.

Waiting is a long time, like a dream that was too late to come true.Ji Zetong was reminiscing about the past on the delicate sofa, and their memories were slowly cooling down like coffee.What makes love change its taste?What took away the man he loved so much?What is he waiting for until today...

Gu Jiachen finally couldn't help asking questions, because he was worried that he would fall asleep if he waited any longer.And Ji Zetong was like a well-behaved baby, lying quietly on the sofa without crying or fussing.

The soft voice pierced through the air, drifting unsteadily into Ji Zetong's ears, like warm water passing through his eardrums: "What's wrong?"

He moved slightly, the sofa and clothes rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound like bugs crawling over.Something was smuggling, and his heart gradually became empty.He heard his own voice, slightly hoarse, but clear and sweet, like a high-quality phonograph, passing through an old vinyl record, melodiously involving a piece of old Shanghai's beautiful song.

"There was a quarrel." Ji Zetong said, his tone seemed to be mocking himself.Memories opened the curtain like a theater, leading and supporting roles appeared one by one, but he no longer stood in the center of the stage.

The light shone on a mass of pink and tender meat.Wrinkled face, distinct facial features, eyes tightly closed, and the eyelids are almost transparent under the light, exuding a soft luster.

"Oh?" A questioning tone came from a distance, reality and memory overlapped, making it unclear.

Ji Zetong heard himself say softly, "Son."

Gu Jiachen stopped talking. Those two words had such an impact on him and them that he didn't know what language and expression to use to deal with it.

"Did you go when the child had the three moves?" (Note: The three moves are the custom of the Han nationality, to entertain guests three days after the child is born, to inform everyone that there is a baby in the family, and to recruit blessings, salary, and longevity for the child.)

Gu Jiachen shook his head: "No... I will go to court that day."

"I'm going."

Ji Zetong's voice was calm.

"He's very happy."

Ji Ze said.

Memories suddenly become like waves, overwhelming.The salty, cold, wet sea beat against the rocks, the beach, and his body.The huge force seemed to tear him apart and drag him into the bottom of the sea, and the bottom of the sea was so cold and dark, without a ray of light, only endless oppression and suffocation.

Looking at Ji Zetong's eyes suddenly froze, Gu Jiachen also froze, and could only tentatively say: "Having a child...of course I will be very happy."

Ji Zetong's outstretched fingers suddenly closed in the darkness, and his voice floated back from afar, becoming as cold as iron and resounding.His fingers twirled like lotus flowers, and then squeezed hard.

"I don't want that child." Ji Zetong said coldly.

Gu Jiachen was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

"It shouldn't be like this... It shouldn't be like this! I don't want that child, how can he have a child! How can he get married! How can he... how can he hold the child and smile so happily in front of me! Why did he ask me to go to the child's three-stroke feast? Did he intend to make me sad?! How could he..."

Ji Zetong's voice was as quiet as water at first, as if he was telling a story about someone else.Soon, however, he began to wheeze and start shaking.His facial features were wrinkled into a ball in pain, and his expression was angry.He turned around, buried his head in his arms, and groaned softly on the sofa.

His voice came from the sofa, humming like despair.The orchestra is vomit and hoarse, it's hard to hear, weeping in the seat, Sima's green shirt.

Gu Jiachen felt cold hands and feet, as if the air conditioner had lost its effect, and the cold mist of November penetrated into the bone marrow.Gu Jiachen almost instinctively picked up the gray coat on the sofa and wrapped it around Ji Zetong, wanting to warm his body and his memories.

The surrounding area was like a wilderness, and Ji Zetong's breathing rose and fell in his ears.When Gu Jiachen withdrew his hand, he happened to touch the coffee cup on the table. The cup was so cold, he picked it up by mistake and took a sip, the liquid was so bitter that it was hard to get into his throat.

"Give me the whole bottle," Ji Zetong said, "I want vodka."

Gu Jiachen then got up to get it.

Fortunately, Ren Xiaoxu is not here today, Gu Jiachen thought to himself when he stood up.Vodka, low-alcohol, elegant, pure, wine without impurities.Should love also be pure without impurities?Or do we have to tolerate everything about our lover, including his flaws and filth?What kind of behavior is called betrayal, and what kind of person can understand tolerance?

You have done well enough, Gu Jiachen thought to himself.If it were me, I would smile so happily when I saw my beloved holding the child he had with someone else.Probably fled long ago.

Gu Jiachen went to the wine cellar to bring colorless and odorless vodka, and put the bottle and glass in front of Ji Zetong.Pure wine was poured into the ice-coloured wine glass, and Ji Zetong was expressionless, his expression as serene as a broken ice flower.Gu Jiachen was thinking about bringing the coffee in for a cup, or drinking something with him.He picked up the white porcelain cup and was about to turn around when Ji Zetong suddenly said leisurely:

"I'm going to...separate from him for a while."