Floating Perfume Shop

How would you describe that night?

It had been raining outside the window, and he could feel a slight chill through the cold glass, but Zhou Tianhao's voice was covered with such a layer of cold feeling, which gently enveloped all his senses.

Zhou Tianhao asked him, "You said you wanted to leave Zhang Wenshan, didn't you?"

Xiao Chongyun didn't speak, he couldn't answer.He raised his head and bumped into Zhou Tianhao's eyes looking down at him.Zhou Tianhao lowered his eyes, looking a little sad.His arm seemed to be made of iron, and he couldn't break free, but his voice was very gentle: "Senior Xiao, I don't know if what you're telling is the truth or a lie. But since you said you don't want to go back, I won't let you go back."

"Whatever you want, I will do it for you one by one. What I want, Senior Xiao, can you give it to me?"

Unlike Zhang Wenshan, Zhou Tianhao is not a rough person, he is gentle from beginning to end.

At first they leaned against the iron railing of the stairs, and that posture made Xiao Chongyun very uncomfortable and even a little painful.The pain made him cry out, Zhou Tianhao hugged his waist and put him on the steps.In fact, the step by step was painful, but Xiao Chongyun didn't make a sound.

He went down the steps with his back pressed against his body, his hands desperately grasping the iron railing that was close at hand, and biting his lips.Because once he spoke, he didn't know if he could suppress his broken voice, and they were not the only two in this house.The bodyguards who came with Zhou Tianhao were resting in another room.He didn't want to be seen again, his cowardly and shameful side.

Zhou Tianhao has been kissing him carefully, like kissing an untouchable, illusory flower.This kind of kiss fell on the thin cheeks, the lightly closed eyes, and the hidden parts under the shirt, with a kind of strange comfort and comfort, which made people unable to resist sinking.

"Senior Xiao, do you know?" Zhou Tianhao leaned over and kissed his hair, "Actually, a long time ago, as long as I could sniff the fragrance of your hair secretly when you were working, I felt very satisfied. At that time, I I never thought that one day I would be able to touch it with my lips like I do now."

"I dreamed about you at night, and the sheets in the morning were unbelievably dirty. I also went to see a psychiatrist at that time, and the doctor said it was normal, gay attachment in adolescence, but I was late. For a long time, I didn't I dare not look at you, as if if I look at you one more time, I will dirty you."

Xiao Chongyun thought that when he met Zhou Tianhao, he was already Lotus's second boss and the cover figure of a fashion magazine, and Zhou Tianhao should have known him much earlier.At that time, I was still a genius of Glass, and he was just a junior in the vast crowd, who only passed by when I was listening to lectures or going in and out of the library.

He should have been young then, maybe as old as the kid in his own family now.Maybe they had some vague intersections, but they had long forgotten behind the complicated affairs.

"How can I think of my academic idol so much?" He bowed his head, his forehead fell on the face of the person in front of him, his voice was as soft as the sadness that would melt away when the wind blows, "Even last time, I went to Chengdu, the night I confessed to you, I kept reflecting on whether I was too embarrassing. That time I came to you under the guise of talking about something, but in the end I fled back..."

"Tell me," Zhou Tianhao's voice was even pleading, "Senior Xiao, since you like to trade your body for benefits, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"The sooner you tell me, the sooner I will be free from suffering."

"It's true that I'm not good at dating, but I'm good at exchanging benefits. Senior Xiao, tell me, what do you want now?"

Xiao Chongyun felt that he was in a soft and cold cloud, and he couldn't even concentrate and think clearly, so he could only repeat again and again: "I didn't do that video voluntarily."

"Okay, okay." Zhou Tianhao gently kissed the corner of his lips, and parted his body, "But senior, why is your body so familiar with the sex between men?"

That night was too long, like an unending lament.Later, how Zhou Tianhao carried him upstairs, how he filled the bathtub with a pool of hot water, and asked him if he wanted to rest, all turned into a cloud of mist in his memory.

He originally thought that what greeted him was a ray of light, but later he realized that he was still standing in the fog, lonely and hesitant.This sense of loneliness and even sadness can neither be dispelled by warm water nor comforted by physical caresses.

Zhou Tianhao moved a stool, sat in front of his bed, took a bottle of saffron oil, rubbed his cold knees, and asked, "Senior, do you really want Zhang Wenshan to die?"

His joints have always been in poor condition, and he used to take care of them by himself. Later, the little ghost often took the bottle without saying a word and massaged him.As for how Zhou Tianhao knew his difficulties, Xiao Chongyun didn't know.

"I used to think about it, but now I don't want to." He said, "I once fought with my brother for inheritance, after all, the winner was the king and the loser. At that time, I really wanted to kill him, but now I don't want to anymore."

He wanted to say that Xiao Dongfang was dead.

For so many years, he just wanted to get rid of the ghosts of the past, no longer have the slightest connection with himself, and just lived in the market like this.He has already failed once, and he no longer wants to use his body to seduce anyone or exchange for anything, and he has never felt that his poor body can do anything to anyone other than Zhang Wenshan, who is full of revenge. allure.

If Zhou Tianhao didn't come to this point, even if he had a fight with him, even if he pointed a gun at his head, Xiao Chongyun would firmly explain it.He will try his best to explain all doubts in exchange for the faint light on the way forward.

But now he can't, the door that has been opened has been closed again.

The reality was bad enough, he didn't want that part of the past to be dug up again.He even heard ridicule from all directions.

"Many people speculated why you disappeared from the perfume industry. It turns out that there is still such a disgusting past."

"He seduced his elder brother and fled to the mainland after failing."

"For the sake of money, he finally found a chance and climbed into his brother's bed again, playing tricks."

"Do you know how ugly he is in bed? Have you ever seen a video like that? Some people once regarded him as the flower of Gaoling, the object of academic yearning. Is this a joke?"

Xiao Chongyun didn't want to explain anymore, besides, at that moment, in that dark corridor, he was indeed murderous towards Zhang Wenshan.

He could only raise his head and ask Zhou Tianhao, "Do you believe me?"

The man in front put away the medicine bottle in his hand, bent down and kissed his face: "Okay, okay, I believe in you."

He turned off the light in the room, turned and left, put his feet back when he went out, and leaned against the door: "Senior Xiao, I just want to say, if you really want to kill him, I don't mind being a knife. You can make a condition, and I Talking about the price, it’s just a little more expensive.”

He doesn't believe it, Xiao Chongyun thought, this person will never believe a word I say again.

In this world, no one will believe what I say anymore.

There was no moon that night, and it was dark outside the window, like a bottomless sea.Xiao Chongyun stood in front of the window, staring at the darkness, a little lost in thought for a moment.Zhou Tianhao's house was only two floors high. He thought that even if he jumped, he would be disabled at most and would not die.

What if the rescue is not timely?

How long will it take to slowly lie in the muddy ground before ending your ugly life?

Will the process be painful?

Can it be tolerated?

The hand that pushed open the window was almost convulsive, and he couldn't hold the window bolt tightly. The cold wind rushed in together, and his face was covered with cold water vapor.

Xiao Chongyun pushed the window a little further, and looked down at the black sea outside.

Suddenly someone groaned.

"I paid the utility bills, and the rent," Zhang Song said with his wet face pressed against the glass, with a bag on his forehead, "Teacher, when will you give me the money?"

"You don't want to pay back the money, so you don't want me?"

Zhang Song was good at knocking on the glass: "I want to call the police."

Xiao Chongyun didn't know which question to start to explain, so he had to take a step back: "Come in and talk about it."

The window frame shook for a moment, the kid grabbed the window sill and said aggrievedly: "The window opens outwards, I can't get in, it's about to fall."