The days when I was forced to live with gentle scum

Yuan Qingye couldn't see Cypress crying, so he took a step forward, trying to explain, "Hey, listen to me..."

"I'm asking if you are!" Cypress roared, and the bathroom light was cast down, exposing his extremely pale face to the air, "You just have to tell me, yes, or not?"

Yuan Qingye opened his mouth, he clenched his fist and closed his eyes tightly, "Yes, but you..."

"Yes," Cypress laughed suddenly, louder and louder, but more and more desolate, "Yes, it is."

He was hit by a bullet a month ago, and finally struggled back from the gate of hell. Now the scar on his chest is still there, and the scab has just fallen off, and he can still feel the pain to this day.

But he didn't expect that there was a kind of pain that was far worse than being hit by a bullet.

Has his wound really scabbed over?Is it really good?Why did he feel as if he was bleeding?

He cypress didn't hurt the sky, he didn't hurt the sky, he just liked someone, why did he have to suffer such teasing?

"I'm such a fool, how can I be so foolish? I also swear that I like you, say I want to be with you, I thought you promised to be with me, at least a little bit like me, I thought , I always thought it was me. It turns out that I, Baishu, in your Yuan Qingye’s eyes, was a big fool from the beginning to the end!” Baishu laughed with tears all over his face, his throat choked, the air was so thin that he needed to support it with one hand Only the door wall of the bathroom compartment can relieve the suffocation in the chest.

"Yuan Qingye, is it fun to play tricks on me? Seeing me fascinated by you and being so fascinated by you, don't you feel very proud and happy?"

Yuan Qingye wanted to explain, but he couldn't.

No matter how he explained it, his original intention of being with Baishu was indeed the same. He did choose to accept Baishu because he regarded Baishu as a substitute for Baisong.

The boy's eyes full of despair and sadness were like an invisible big hand strangling his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

"Oh, I'm such an idiot." The boy criticized himself mockingly.

He pressed his heart that was in pain as if it was bleeding, stood up straight, and walked across the original Qingye towards the door of the toilet.

He still has dignity, he can't fall down in front of Yuan Qingye, let alone let irrelevant people see his jokes.

Yuan Qingye clenched his fists, turned around and called him, "Hey, I know that saying I'm sorry can't undo the harm to you, but... I'm already in love with you."

Cypress was stunned, as if he had heard some huge joke, he couldn't stop laughing, his tears flowed like tears, "You actually said you fell in love with me, Yuan Qingye, you actually said you fell in love with me, What right do you have to say such a thing?"

The young man's back was straight, he didn't turn around, but just closed his smile, and said lightly, "You are not worthy of saying love, you are sorry for my brother, sorry for me, and even more sorry for the feelings I gave for you, we will not meet again in the future Oh, it's disgusting, really...it's disgusting."

Yuan Qingye's face turned pale, and the wordless pain hit him like lightning, and the pain made his whole heart start to go numb.

He wanted to stop Baishu, and wanted to say something to him, but in fact he had no reason and no position to stop Baishu, so he could only watch him walk out of the bathroom.

Like stepping out of his world.

Bai Shu didn't know how he walked back to his seat, how he got out of the medicinal restaurant, and finally got into the taxi with He Qizheng.

The moment the car door closed, all emotions collapsed, and he cried hoarsely while holding He Qizheng.

He Qizheng didn't know what happened, but he knew that the matter might be serious, he had never seen his little boy cry like this, hot tears dripping down his neck, revealing unspeakable pain.

He Qizheng didn't dare to ask him what's wrong, so he could only hug him back, trying to give him some warmth.

However, Baishu couldn't feel anything, he just felt like he was drowning in water, his whole body, even his fingertips were covered with irresistible coldness.

All the neglected details became clear now.

Why did he inexplicably feel that Yuan Qingye's lover had a sense of familiarity, why Yuan Qingye especially liked to look at his face when he was in bed, why Yuan Qingye never told him that he liked him, why Yuan Qingye didn't care about his dispute with Guo Ziyun...

Those things one after another, and now they are telling Baishu a fact, an extremely cruel fact that people have to face-Yuan Qingye doesn't like him, doesn't love him, the person in Yuan Qingye's heart has always been him Brother, and his cypress is just a substitute for Bosong.

His cypress is fucking a substitute for his own brother!

How ridiculous.

It's so fucking ridiculous.

The most ridiculous thing is that Yuan Qingye dared to say that he fell in love with him without shame.

After playing with him for so long, after trampling his love and dignity on the ground, after pushing him out to block bullets for his brother, Yuan Qingye said that he fell in love with him.

How can it be so funny.

It's so funny!

Cypress wanted to cry to vent the unspeakable pain in his heart that could tear his chest apart, but all the tears were shed, and his heart was still being stabbed again and again.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

It hurts more than the moment the bullet hits the body.

How can it be so painful?

He just liked someone, just liked someone, why should he suffer such pain?

Thinking of Yuan Qingye's face, dry tears gushed out again, Baishu couldn't cry anymore, the tears seemed to be not tears, but the hot blood in his body.

I don't know how long it took before Baishu spoke the first sentence, his voice was hoarse and dry, revealing a deathly silence, "Herbal tea, I want to stay with you for two days."

He couldn't go home, he couldn't let his brother see him like this.

He didn't want to go home either, he didn't dare to see his brother.

Since he was a child, he has always been happy because he looks similar to Bai Song, which makes him feel that he is not alone in this world. He has an older brother and the only relative.

But now, he began to hate why he had a face similar to Bai Song.

He even thought it would be nice if he was disfigured.

Cypress knew it was wrong to think like this, but he couldn't control it.

Anger, grievance, and humiliation were like an irresistible qi, crazily shuttling through his body, and it only took one chance to erupt completely.

Bai Shu was afraid, he was afraid to go home and see his brother, this energy would break through the last barrier and become a sharp weapon to hurt his brother.

It wasn't his brother's fault that Yuan Qingye liked his brother, he couldn't let his brother bear the result.

But who is wrong?

is it him?

It's him.

He shouldn't have gone to that bar, he shouldn't have fallen in love with Yuan Qingye at first sight, he shouldn't have fallen in love with Yuan Qingye...

Cypress blinked, and transparent tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.

The young man's eyes were gloomy. He called out to the people around him, but his eyes fell out of the window. He seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be asking the people around him, "Herbal tea, why do you think I like Yuan Qingye?" Woolen cloth?"