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Wen Liang originally planned to go to City B by bus, and City S is adjacent to City B, but the bus was too stuffy and bumpy, afraid that Yang Yang's body would not be able to take it.When he was going to buy a ticket at the train station, he was stopped by a strong man. He had seen this man before, and he was Jin Ye's subordinate.

Wang Zhishan folded his arms, his tiger eyes were majestic, his face was expressionless, and his chest muscles and arm muscles were very eye-catching.

Wen Liang pulled the child behind him, looking very alert, he couldn't leave.

Wang Zhishan didn't say anything, but tilted his head slightly, and the men beside him stepped forward to pull Wen Liang's suitcase. Wen Liang didn't have much strength, so he took off his hand as soon as he pulled it, and he lowered his head with a frown.

"Please." Wang Zhishan turned sideways, and a black Mercedes opened the door not far away.

Wang Zhishan sat in the co-pilot, Wen Liang's father and daughter were behind, no one spoke in the car, and the car was solemn, and drove quickly to the Jin's manor in the suburbs.Yang Yang seemed to be frightened by such an atmosphere, and curled up in his warm embrace.

"I work at MIX." Wen Liang said suddenly.

As soon as he finished speaking, it was obvious that Wang Zhishan and the little brother driving the car were startled. The Mercedes Benz snaked for a while, and finally slowed down and leaned against the side of the road.

"What the hell? Say it again?" Wang Zhishan turned his head and stared at Wen Liang fiercely.

Wen Liang patted Yang Yang's head to comfort her, and said lightly: "Let's get out of the car and talk, there are children here."

Next to the road is a barren field, the leaden gray sky in winter is very low, the dry branches of the roadside stretch into the sky, and the ground is full of dead branches and leaves.Wen Liang seemed to be afraid of the cold, so he shivered, and tied the scarf on himself.

Wang Zhishan stared straight at Wen Liang with an unbelievably complex expression, as if asking why you did this.

"Let's go." Wen Liang's tone was flat, not a plea, but a statement of facts.

"Does he... know?" Of course he doesn't know!Otherwise, MIX would have been flattened long ago!Wang Zhishan roared in his heart, but he still couldn't help asking.

Wen Liang shook his head, and continued, "Let's go."

"Why?" Wang Zhishan felt that he asked an unknown question, why do you want to be a male|prostitute?Why is she dating Jin Yeni crookedly even though she is a prostitute?Why lie to him?Why not?Why are you leaving?

"I want money." Wen Liang still said flatly, as if he was a spectator who stayed out of the matter.

Wang Zhishan grabbed Wen Liang's collar suddenly, lifted him up, looked into his eyes, but only saw a pool of stagnant water.He was going to be so pissed off by this heartless bitch|prostitute, he told a big lie, lured Jin Ye into the bait, and wanted to leave by slapping his ass?

"Why didn't you say it?" Wang Zhishan clenched his fists, and he couldn't bear it anymore, "Why did you lie to him! You want money? Who doesn't have money for you? It's fun to play tricks on people?"

Wen Liang didn't know what to say. He didn't say it at the beginning, but later he said that he had no chance. He didn't want to say it, he couldn't say it, he couldn't say it. Is this a reason?

"Speak!" Wang Zhishan's back molars were about to be crushed, and he yelled at Wen Liang against the tree trunk.

Wen Liang closed his eyes in pain, he couldn't adapt to the pain all this time: "I'm leaving, he won't know."

"Fuck you!" Wang Zhishan pushed him away, pounding the tree trunk with his fist.

"I'm a male|prostitute." After Wen Liang finished speaking, he felt that the last thing in his heart was broken. It didn't hurt, but it was very empty. He repeated coldly, "I'm a male|prostitute."

"Then what the hell are you playing about love! Can you fucking afford it?" Wang Zhishan roared.

Wen Liang looked at him without blinking: "I was wrong, is it too late to leave now?"

Wang Zhishan was panting heavily, leaning on the tree trunk, staring fiercely, thinking.

In the wilderness of winter, a straight road cuts through the land, gray birds fly by, and the sound of flapping wings highlights the tranquility of the wilderness. His cool face is pale, and his disabled left hand is throbbing with the cold. He holds his hand silently. Put it in your pocket, look up at the lead-colored sky, and exhale a white breath.

It's so quiet. If Yangyang wasn't in the car, he hoped that Wang Zhishan would be more angry and be more cruel to him. It's best to strangle him to death and bury him on the spot.

This seems to relieve some of the guilt in his heart and give him a peace.

After a long time, Wang Zhishan took out his wallet, took out the cash inside, and handed it to Wen Liang: "You go."

Wen Liang didn't refuse, and put the money into her inner pocket.

Wang Zhishan stared at him with red eyes: "I will call him at night, back up the train a few more times, pass through a few more cities, and change buses after getting off the train, don't use your ID, go far away, go to one where we can't find you place, don’t come back.”

"If you dare to come back, I will kill you immediately."

Wen Liang chose the Beijing-Guangzhou line, passing through many, many cities, he would take Yangyang and get off at any stop, and then change buses to go north and return to City B.

Wang Zhishan bought the train ticket for him with his own ID. The soft sleeper was something Wen Liang was reluctant to buy.

Peeled a ham sausage for Yang Yang, Wen Liang sat on the edge of the bed and watched her eat with pouty mouth, Yang Yang raised the sausage and poked it to his mouth, Wen Liang finally smiled.

"Father, where are we going? Home?" Yang Yang asked.

The warm smile froze again.

Yang Yang has sharp eyesight, and immediately changed the subject: "Are we looking for Uncle Yang?"

Wen Liang shook her head again: "Father doesn't know where to go, so let's think about it as we walk?"

Yang Yang obviously didn't understand, but he still nodded sensiblely.

After taking care of her to fall asleep, Wen Liang gently lay down next to her. He was very thin, and the child was very small, so the narrow sleeper didn't look crowded.

Behind them, squatting silently was a man covered in pornography. He ran out from the mirror, and whenever Wen Liang turned around, he would be able to see him. He didn't speak, his body was full of signs of sexual abuse.

Even though his back was turned, Wen Liang had seen that monster's face, it was both familiar and unfamiliar.As long as it doesn't cry, Wen Liang can still convince herself to ignore its existence.

Wen Liang fell asleep peacefully, unless he took antipyretics that help sleep, or was tortured in bed until he fainted from exhaustion, sleep seemed to be something he hadn't seen for a long time.

He had a dream.

In the dream he was back under a beam of spotlights, a cylindrical beam of light projected on a wide stage, onto a black grand piano.There was no one in the audience, so he walked over, sat on a soft stool, and stretched his wrists.

Black silk waistcoat, white shirt, starched collar and cuffs straight.

The cuffs are too tight, and I have been told not to button the second button, but to button the first one, otherwise it will affect playing the piano.

"Du..." He opened his mouth to call out, and then suddenly stopped, who should I call?Du... what?

He was stunned, holding the cuff with one hand, and recalled blankly, who was once so in love with the doting sweetness, even calling the other party to do such trivial things as cuff buttons?

He silently adjusted the cuff buttons, looked back at the audience, there was already a sea of ​​people, men in black and gray formal suits, women in dignified dresses, watching him quietly, is this a graduation recital?

What graduation recital?He has obviously...

He lowered his head and looked at his hands. He had been carefully cared for since he was a child. His fingers were not touched by the spring water. The fingers were long and strong, straight and white, without even a scar.

He clearly remembered his hands...his hands...

He couldn't remember anymore, he felt his mind was blank, as if everything was illusory, yet so real, he couldn't remember anything, and forgot everything.

Yes, he sat on stage at the graduation recital, and he would play a Mozart, a Tchaikovsky, and then encore a Chopin Serenade.

His life went smoothly until he graduated from college. He has parents who are strict with him but love him deeply. He has a childhood sweetheart boyfriend who secretly dated him. He has been crowned with the title of piano prodigy since he was a child. Vienna has entered the temple of all musicians. The head of the French orchestra has sent him countless emails inviting him to join the group...

He closed his eyes, lifted the cover of the piano, and put his fingers lightly on the keys.

"I didn't know you could play the piano." A deep but pleasant voice sounded.

He opened his eyes, Jin Ye leaned against his piano, looked down at him with a slight smile.

He smiled slyly: "There's still a lot you don't know, what do you want to hear?"

"I don't know music, you know, the record player in my house is all dusty." Jin Ye said.

"I'll play you my favorite "Serenade", have you heard it?"

"No, but want to hear."

He glanced at Jin Ye with a smile and began to play.

Crisp and melodious notes flowed from under his fingers, quiet, melancholy and with a touch of mystery, slowly melancholy, low sighs, quiet roundabouts, light legato, the splendid chapter of the night unfolded.

At the end of the song, he chuckled and asked, "Does it sound good?"

"Well," Jin Ye also smiled, his delicate and handsome young face was full of love, "Wen Liang, can we not break up?"

"No, no." He replied in a panic. As for why not... why?

"Then why do you want to fall in love with me? Why use my money?"

"Yes... I'm sorry, I will, I will return it to you." He nervously hugged his head to avoid Jin Ye's sight.

Jin Ye didn't intend to let him go, he raised his chin, showing disgust: "Wen Liang, where are your pants?"

He lowered his head and saw his naked and dirty lower body. He looked at the audience in panic. Thousands of strangers showed contempt just like Jin Ye and pointed at him.

He was so ashamed and at a loss what to do, he just stayed under a beam of bright light, his buttocks pressed tightly against the soft leather stool, he had nowhere to escape, he could only cry, nothing but crying.

A pair of big hands gently wiped away the tears on his face, he opened his eyes, Jin Ye looked coldly at his distorted face from crying, and said a few words: "You make me sick."

Wen Liang opened his eyes suddenly, and was instantly taken aback by the person standing beside the bed, it stared at Wen Liang quietly, its face was covered with white stains.

Wen Liang was sweating profusely, desperately resisting the urge to yell, and glanced at Yang Yang next to her, she was still sleeping.He took a few deep breaths to calm down the suffocating sense of despair in his chest, the flood of sorrow forced him to shed some tears, and he whispered fiercely to it beside the bed: " roll."

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