A letter from a strange man

Zhang Hui picked up Jing Ling's clothes and put them on for him. The collar was closed properly, and even the straps were tied carefully.

He turned off the bright headlights, leaving only a warm yellow light.

He took Jing Ling's hand and asked him to sit by the bed. He searched in the locker and found the medicine box. He sat on the floor in front of Jing Ling, rolled up his sleeves gently, and treated his wrist. There is also a newly added wound on the ankle.

The smell of lust in the air had long since dissipated, but it wasn't because Zhang Hui lost his appetite, but because of the unprecedented sourness and bitterness that filled his whole being.

He was waiting for Jing Ling to open his mouth first, and he was waiting for him to take the initiative to be honest with him about those painful and secret pasts.

After Jing Ling finished speaking, the sky outside had already turned white, the fire in the fireplace was already faint, and Jing Ling's tears had already wet his pants.

His crying seemed to be devoid of any emotion, without being hoarse, and the things he told seemed to have happened to him, calmly as if he was telling Zhang Hui a story he had heard.

Zhang Hui still sat on the floor in that posture, and kept looking up at Jing Ling in order to gaze at him, so when Jing Ling finished speaking the last sentence, his neck was already sore, but it couldn't overcome the pain in his heart.

He stood up, helped Jing Ling to lie down, covered him with the quilt, and got into bed himself, lying beside Jing Ling.

He embraced Jing Ling in his arms, and buried Jing Ling's face in his chest.

He heard Jing Ling in his arms say in a dry voice after talking for a long time: "Do you think I'm disgusting?"

Zhang Hui stroked his hair, sighed, his voice was low and gentle: "No, you are you."

Then he said: "I won't admit my mistake again, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

Jing Ling finally cried out, sobbing softly in his arms.

Zhang Hui gently kissed the top of his hair, and then a redeeming voice sounded in Jing Ling's ear: "With me, don't be afraid."

Jing Ling fell asleep peacefully in her lover's gentle embrace.

After Jing Ling fell asleep, Zhang Hui carefully pulled out his arm. He heard Jing Ling groan, and he patted his back and coaxed him softly. When he was completely asleep, he covered him with the quilt. After standing up, his eyes were a little cold.

Zhang Hui pushed open the balcony door and went out, the cold wind made him more awake, he made a call: "I want to check someone, yes, the name is Jiro Nozawa."

Jing Ling fell into a deep sleep this time, probably because he was too exhausted from taking the medicine and being mentally tense for a long time, and it was already noon when he woke up.

There are traces of someone lying beside him, but there is no temperature anymore, where is Zhang Hui?Have you left silently?

But he still remembered what Zhang Hui said in his ear before going to bed, and he believed him.

He smelled the aroma of things, he went to the kitchen and found warm porridge in the pot, and several boxes of packaged delicate side dishes, he saw the note left by Zhang Hui on the dining table.

"There is porridge in the pot, and the side dishes are heated in the microwave. I have some things to deal with, and I will be back before the afternoon. Zhang Hui."

They are like the most ordinary couple in the world, Jing Ling's heart is filled with warmth and satisfaction, those lost and hurts seem to be completely erased from his world, and only the future remains.

When Zhang Hui came back, there was still the smell of cold wind on his coat. Jing Ling greeted him at the door like a wife waiting for her husband to come home, helped him undress and handed him slippers, and then said, "You are back."

Zhang Hui smiled warmly: "Well, I'm back."

Zhang went back to meet the man, the man who had been entangled with Jing Ling for four years.

He is not obsessed with the intersection of the two people in the past, but what happened the day before yesterday, it is hard for him not to worry that similar things will happen again, he does not allow such unstable factors to threaten Jing Ling's life.

He made an appointment with that man at an izakaya, and when he arrived, it was actually very early, but the man was already sitting there, as paranoid as Jing Ling described, and his concept of time was also very strict.

He called him in English and said, "I'm Zhang Hui, Jing Ling's lover, can we meet?"

The man replied in Chinese: "You can speak Chinese with me, I can speak Chinese."

Zhang Hui also finally saw that the man Jing Ling said was very similar to him, and indeed his eyebrows and eyes were very similar, which also led to the fact that the two of them recognized who the other was from the moment they looked at each other.

Zhang Hui sat in front of him and greeted him politely: "Hi, it's the first time we meet. I'm Zhang Hui."

"Jiro Nozawa."

Zhang Hui smiled, his eyes were magnanimous and gentle: "I heard Xiaojing tell me about you."

Then he stared into Nozawa's eyes, observing his emotional changes, he found that he seemed to be more gloomy than he imagined, the moment he stood in front of him, without saying anything, he had already won.

All of Nozawa's doubts and hopes were shattered to nothing at the moment Zhang Hui appeared in front of him.

Zhang Hui still had that easy-going look: "I don't care about what happened in the past, and I don't want to pursue what you did to hurt Xiao Jing. I just hope that you will never appear in front of Jing Ling again."

Nozawa laughed suddenly, the pathos in his eyes overshadowed the paranoia, his smile was a bit piercing, and he said sadly: "How could I hurt him? Didn't we love each other so much?"

Zhang Hui kindly reminded him: "Don't deceive yourself, Nozawa-kun, you know he made a mistake, don't you?"

Nozawa didn't even look at Zhang Hui, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "How could I not know...how could I not know?"

Zhang Hui also poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down.

Nozawa seemed to be talking to himself: "He is really cute, as long as I look at him with a strange face, he will agree to my request."

He sneered again: "But he is so unfeeling, as long as he wakes up a little bit, it's like he doesn't know me anymore."

"I took a lot of photos of him. He is so beautiful that I want to lock him up and keep him for myself, but when I think of his sad expression, I don't want to part with it."

"He said he wouldn't let me go to him, but I said 'yes', so I have worked hard to learn Chinese in the past two years, so that I can get closer to him."

"But it's another matter when he comes here."

"After he said so unfeelingly the day before yesterday that if I made light of him, he might kill me, when I saw your photo for the first time yesterday, I knew that I lost, and I lost completely."

Zhang Hui poured wine into his glass, and he interrupted him: "You didn't lose, you just didn't come out."

Nozawa suddenly laughed, the laughter was weird: "Don't worry, I won't bother him again, how can I make him hate me?"

Zhang returned a glass to him and said, "I hope so."

Nozawa Jiro handed Zhang Hui a portfolio, and he said with some heartache: "Please help me pass this on to Jing Sang, and I won't see you again in the future."

Zhang Hui nodded: "No problem, I hope you keep your promise."

……

Zhang Hui touched Jing Ling's warm face in the room, the coolness in his palm seemed to have reached Jing Ling, but Jing Ling did not escape, but covered his hand with his warm hand, That thin temperature brought him warmth in the simplest way.

He pinched Jing Ling's earlobe with his fingers, and then asked him, "Have you eaten?"

Jing Ling nodded obediently, then looked into Zhang Hui's eyes and asked him, "What about you, where did you go so early? Have you eaten?"

Zhang Hui told the truth: "I went to see Jiro Nozawa."

Jing Ling was stunned suddenly, her eyes were full of bewilderment.

Zhang Hui comforted and stroked the back of his neck, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, he won't show up again, and even if he does, I'll be there."

Jing Ling took the initiative to hug him, and then pressed a kiss on his artery, and he said with a slight cry, "Thank you."

Zhang Hui didn't hand over the file bag that Nozawa Jiro gave him to Jing Ling, he didn't want him to feel any trouble because of that person.

Jing Ling's work was coming to an end, Zhang Hui accompanied Jing Ling to deal with the few remaining matters, and they stayed in Japan for another three days.

Zhang Hui hopes that in all the places where Jing Ling lives alone, he will have some memories of the two of them again, so that it seems that the wounds that have appeared can be healed.

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