knife back man

The little girl of Lin Zhi's family spilled Coke on Qiao Yue's pants, so he had no choice but to go upstairs to change a pair of pants, so the most annoying thing is that there are parties with children. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the pair he wanted to wear. Feeling upset for a while, he opened the door and shouted downstairs, "Wenqu, where are my black pants?"

Wen Qu looked up at him with a dazed expression. After Qiao Yue shouted, he immediately realized that he was not at Wen Qu's house. He coughed twice in embarrassment, then turned and entered the room.

Lin Zhi let out a "puchi" laugh, "I didn't expect Xiao Qiao to rely on you so much? Like a child."

"It's okay." Wenqu said.

rely?Wen Qu never thought of putting this word on Qiao Yue. Qiao Yue did sometimes look like a child in front of him. He would prepare whatever clothes he would wear in the morning; I always eat instant noodles, and sometimes I don’t even bother to order takeaway; I have to supervise my homework and write for a while, otherwise I will go to play with my phone later.

"I know you like Xiao Saner, but you can't spoil him blindly. If you want to spend a lifetime with him, you can't just change for him, you have to let him change for you, otherwise if only one party accommodates the other If so, this kind of life will be annoying after a year or two." Lin Qiaoyu said earnestly, "These are the experiences of those who have experienced it."

When Qiao Yue came down from upstairs, he saw Wen Qu's "teachable" expression, and asked with a smile, "What are you talking about while I'm not here?"

"Speaking of Wenqu spoiled Xiao Qiao more." Lin Zhi said.

"Where is it?" Qiao Yue secretly touched Wen Qu's hand, "It's the empress's habit to be spoiled."

"Haha, look, it's still Xiao San'er who can talk." Lin Qiao said with a smile.

"Sister, you're really serious. What a ridiculous nickname to give Xiao Qiao Yue."

"Hahaha."

Qiao Yue raised his eyes and happened to see Qiao Mei staring tiredly at the rice in the bowl. Qiao Yue knew that Qiao Mei's tiredness was not because of her body, but because of her heart. what did she say.

After dinner, Qiao Yue followed Qiao Mei back to the room, "Sister, what did Mom tell you?"

"Nothing, have you finished your homework?"

Hehe, dear sister, you have changed the topic a little bluntly.

"Not yet."

"Well, I'm a little sleepy, you go out."

Qiao Yue knew that Qiao Mei must be very upset now. If he said that he hadn't finished his homework in normal times, Qiao Mei would definitely teach him with a sullen face, but today he just said "um".

Qiao Yue didn't ask any more questions, but said, "Actually, you don't have to care about what Mom said. She has lived for so many years and has become a human being. If you say a few words, you will doubt what you did right. So when you’re going to do something, ask yourself if you really want to do it.”

Qiao Mei muffled, "I see."

Qiao Yue sighed and went out.

Wen Qu saw him coming out and asked, "I'm going back, are you going back?"

"Go back."

The two said hello and left.

Qiao Yue woke up early the next day. When Wen Qu came back from the morning run, he saw Qiao Yue vigorously wiping the table with a rag. Seeing him coming back, he said, "Are you back? The two of us cleaned up the house today. After so long The time is spent on housekeeping, and I don’t feel at home at all.”

The more Qiao wanted to feel at home, Wen Qu naturally wouldn't stop him, "Okay, I'll call her later and tell her not to come today, I'll cook, and the two of us clean up together after dinner."

"it is good."

Wen Qu thought that there were still some wontons in the refrigerator, and asked Qiao Yue, "Do you want to eat wontons?"

"Eat, eat, eat." Qiao Yue said, "I haven't eaten for a long time."

Joe liked soup more. In the past, when they got up early in their dormitory and went to the cafeteria to eat, they would order a bowl of wontons.

"Help me bring in the wontons from the refrigerator." Wen Qu called out from the kitchen.

"Ah." Qiao Yue threw the rag in his hand on the table and went to help Wen Qu get the wontons.

Wen Qu was cutting coriander on the chopping board. After several cuts, each segment was the same length. Qiao Yue looked at Wen Qu's skilled knife skills and thought that my man is handsome in everything he does.

"What are you thinking about? Pour the wontons into the pot." Wen Qu said while watching him in a daze.

"Think my man is handsome in everything he does."

Wenqu laughed lightly.

Qiao Yue leaned against the back of the chair and groped for food to fill his stomach. After Wen Qu finished eating, he cleaned up the bowls of the two of them and went to wash the dishes. Wen Qu stood behind him and watched his movements, and said, "My man also Do anything cool."

"Haha." Qiao Yue laughed twice, then suddenly turned around and wiped the foam on Wen Qu's nose, "I think so too."

"Do you remember the scabbard your grandma gave me?"

"Remember, what's the matter?" As soon as Qiao Yue mentioned the scabbard, he would think of what Qiao Mei told him about Lin Qiao selling the knife because of the family's difficulties, and he felt blocked.

"I'm looking for the knife."

"Really?" Qiao Yue turned his head to look at Wen Qu in surprise, "Where is the knife now?"

"Do you know Dou Puzhou? It's at his home."

"Oh, I've heard that, doesn't Dou Puzhou like money? Then buy it back." This Dou Puzhou is a black-and-white businessman who only loves money, but I don't know if he has any business contacts with Wenqu. Wen Qu told him about this matter, it should be Dou Puzhou made some request, Wen Qu didn't want to agree, so he came to ask his attitude towards that knife.

"Actually, it's not that important. It's just an ordinary knife. It's been sold for so many years. If you don't come back, you don't want it." Qiao Yue shook off the water on his hand, then wiped the bowl and put it in the cupboard.

Wen Qu thought about it and said it out, "Dou Puzhou asked me about Luo Ban, saying that he would never forget it once he saw it in the night."

"Really?" Qiao Yue didn't expect this kind of divine development, "Forget it, it's just a knife after all, there's no need to sell Luo Ban for this."

"Ah."

The two of them cleaned up the kitchen and the living room all morning, to the point where even the housekeeping came to feel inferior.

Qiao Yue wiped the glass and wiped his sore wrists, looked at Wen Qu who was wiping the railing on the balcony, with a cigarette in his mouth, moved slightly, the ash fell on the railing, he raised his eyebrows, and wiped again. again.

Qiao Yue laughed, Wen Qu turned around to look at him, holding the cigarette between two fingers, "It's almost noon, I'll go down and buy some stir-fry, I don't want to cook at noon today."

"Oh, good, I want to eat sweet and sour pork."

After Wen Qu went out, Qiao Yue didn't want to do it anymore. He threw the glass brushes aside, sat on a chair on the balcony, and turned his head to see the room with heavy curtains. What's in there?

Although Qiao Yue was not that curious, he still wanted to know what was inside. There were keys to all the houses in the study, so Qiao Yue stretched his waist to find Wenqu's large bunch of keys in the study.

Wen Qu likes to put things in drawers, Qiao Yue found them quickly, and tried all the keys before opening the room.

There was an unpleasant smell of dampness, as well as the smell of smoke and strong white wine.

Qiao Yue frowned and fumbled for the light switch. The moment the incandescent light came on, Qiao Yue finally saw the chaos of the room.

There were cigarette butts and wine bottles all over the floor, and some of the cigarette butts were soaked by the wine spilled from the bottles, showing signs of mold. Qiao Yue found that there was no bed in this room, only a chair and a desk, which were piled up with Messed up paper.

There is also a shirt among the pile of cigarettes and alcohol, which is now yellowed and should have been white in the first place.

The more Qiao wanted to go in, he couldn't find a place to stay. He wondered why there was such a mess at home, but Wen Qu never came here once during the time he was with Wen Qu.

Qiao Yue gritted his teeth, walked in, and picked up the shirt. This style is not new this year, I don't know, it was a few years ago, and it is very different from Wen Qu's style. He used to like this kind of clothes?

Seeing a piece of paper on the ground, Qiao went over and bent down to pick it up. After seeing the contents of the paper, Joe felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt. Seconds later, Qiao Yue held his chest and exhaled heavily, but he wanted not to inhale. He just wanted to spit out all the dirty air that was sucked in in this room.

The piece of paper was thrown on the ground, Qiao Yue ran to open the curtains, opened the window and leaned out, breathing in the outside air, suddenly choked "cough cough cough", Qiao Yue clasped the window sill tightly with both hands , Coughing heart-piercingly.

The wind blew in through the window, and the piece of paper was moved by the wind on the ground, but it was covered with soot, and there were only two words, Luo Ban, densely written on it.

After Qiao Yue coughed, he turned around to see if his name was written on every piece of paper on the table, but he kicked something when he turned around.

A dagger and a pool of blood, what he kicked was a dagger, not blood, hehe, Qiao Yue didn't know what shit he was thinking, so he squatted down to look, and there were his footprints on that pool of dry blood.

There were three very shallow scars on Wen Qu's arm. Qiao Yue asked him how he got them?He only said that it was struck by a dagger. At that time, Qiao Yue didn't think much about it at all, let alone that he didn't know what night he was reading and thinking. Three bloody wounds were severely cut on the arm.

Qiao Yue picked up the dagger. After so many years of oxidation, the dagger was so blunt that it couldn't even cut paper. The more Qiao wanted to slash his arm, but after rolling up his sleeves, he didn't dare to do it.

The moment he put down the knife, jealousy grew wildly in his heart and quickly occupied his atrium. He had never thought that he was so jealous of Luo Pan now. He had never heard anyone say how much Wen Qu loved Wen Qu. Robin, how much you love, how crazy you love.

Now he understands, after seeing the piece of paper with Luo Ban's name written all over it, he understands that Wenqu loves Luo Ban, once fell in love with him so much that he was crazy about him, after breaking up, he smoked desperately for him, died for him Drinking all the time, he cut three knives on his arm recklessly for him, the last one was not a reckless one, but he couldn't do it.

After Qiao Yue opened his clenched fists, he realized that his nails had sunk deeply into the palm of his hand. Qiao Yue smiled wryly, thinking that he had bled for him.

"Hey, let me see what you've written now, shall I?"

Qiao Yue stood up and organized the papers on the table into a neat pile, sat in the chair, crossed his legs on the table, and looked at them one by one, some were full of Luo Ban's name, some were Faye Wong lyrics of.

Qiao Yue didn't know whether Wen Qu sat here to write these things, whether he copied them or wrote them silently, and whether he and Luo Ban had listened to these songs thousands of times, or even more. I can hum a few lines along with the song, perhaps these lyrics have been familiarized in my heart as early as those years.

Roban, Roban, Roban.

Everything in this room was made by his favorite person, made for others, cigarette butts and wine bottles all over the floor, yellowed shirts, full of names and lyrics, even the scars did not belong to him.

When Wen Qu opened the door and came in, he called "Qiao Yue", but no one paid any attention to him. Wen Qu looked around and found that the room was opened.

Wen Qu put the things on the dining table. He can't see Qiao Yue now. Qiao Yue needs some time to calm down. In the past six months, Qiao Yue has never had a fight with him, not even when he found out that he was Zhou Jing. What an overreaction, but he couldn't guess what Joe would do when he saw that room?

Finally, unable to bear the restlessness in his heart, Wen Qu walked to that room, the curtains were pulled open, and Qiao Yue held all the papers on the table in his hands.

"Are you back?" Qiao Yue asked in a hoarse voice.

"Joe Yue."

"I'm here." When Qiao Yue said this, his voice was a little choked up, he put his legs down from the table, and walked a few steps forward.

Wen Qu quietly watched Qiao Yue walking towards him, but Qiao Yue was standing in the middle of the room with a wine bottle lying at his feet, Qiao Yue raised his hand, and the papers flew into the air and scattered down.

The paper fell to the ground, and Wen Qu saw Qiao Yue burst into tears.

The author has something to say:

Don't blame Wenqu, don't blame Wenqu, don't blame Wenqu.

Repeat: Don't blame Wenqu.