Difficult to quit

Zhuang Yi suddenly saw a black figure sitting in front of his house, and was startled.

He touched the earring on his right ear, stomped his feet, and the voice control light was broken, so he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone to shine a light on it.

It's Li Qinghai.

He sat casually on the ground, leaning against the wall full of small advertisements and stains, his hair was a bit disheveled, his tie was ripped open, his shirt was wrinkled on his body, and he was a bit ruffian in his embarrassment.

Li Qinghai squinted under the strong light of the flashlight, and when he saw clearly that it was him, he smiled lazily, his handsome face paled under the cold light.

"Little Zhuang Yi, why did you come back," he said, "Brother has been waiting for you for a long time."

The tone is too familiar, as if returning to my childhood.

Zhuang Yi was unmoved, and only said: "What do you want me to do?"

Li Qinghai raised his hand to block it, and said, "Don't stare at me like that, it hurts my head."

Zhuang Yi turned off the light, and asked again: "What do you want from me, Second Young Master?"

Li Qinghai immediately resented, "Don't call me Second Young Master!"

His alcohol was getting stronger, the alcohol was churning in his head, and he had a severe headache. Li Qinghai raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows vigorously. Facing the familiar yet unfamiliar young man opposite him, his thoughts that had been suppressed for a long time burst out uncontrollably.

"Zhuang Yi, are you trying to pierce my heart on purpose?" He stared blankly at the tall and thin figure in the dark, with a hoarse voice, "You are so angry that I left you and went back to Li's house Isn't it? I don't call you brother anymore... What is the second young master? I just want to hear you call me brother."

"Brother?" Zhuang Yi sneered, the word was like a knife deeply embedded in his heart, "Do you want to be my brother? Was what you did back then to be a brother?"

When he was young, Li Qinghai liked him to be called "Brother", and "Brother Qinghai" later became his exclusive title. Li Qinghai regarded himself as his brother, but what he did was the most intimate thing.

Later, he left, leaving Zhuang Yi alone. He met all kinds of bastards and big brothers who wanted to touch him. He was pressed at the feet of the man's dirty kua, and was forced to call "brother".

This memory is too painful to touch.Zhuang Yi took a deep breath, stepped forward and raised his leg to touch Li Qinghai: "Get out of the way, I'm going home."

Li Qinghai grabbed his trousers, "You don't want to be called brother, you can call him by name, you are not allowed to be called Second Young Master, who is Second Young Master?"

Zhuang Yi sniffled, smelling the strong smell of wine, and frowned: "You drank too much."

He's drunk and still as difficult as ever.

"I didn't drink too much, who is your brother, can you drink too much?" Li Qinghai tried to get up with his hands on the ground, but he couldn't get up after a while, and grabbed Zhuang Yi's pants with his hands and pulled them down, almost falling Zhuang Yi also fell to the ground.

Zhuang Yi staggered for him, supported the wall with his hands so as not to roll with him, and scowled at him with a sullen face: "Don't make trouble!"

Li Qinghai gave up his attempt to stand up, and sat back on the ground securely.

Zhuang Yi said again: "Let go."

Li Qinghai didn't let go, he was still holding on to his trousers tightly.

Zhuang Yiping breathed a sigh of relief and asked him, "How did you get here, where is the driver?"

Li Qinghai: "The driver is gone."

Zhuang Yi: "Call and ask him to pick you up!"

Li Qinghai shook his phone at him, "My phone is out of battery."

Zhuang Yi suppressed his anger, "I'll call you a car, you go down and wait."

Li Qinghai: "I won't go."

He leaned back against the wall very calmly, and said lazily: "I can't go downstairs, I drink too much, my legs are weak, and I can't even stand up."

Half a minute ago I swore that I didn't drink too much.

If the lights in the corridor were on, you should be able to see Zhuang Yi's murderous eyes.

Li Qinghai said again: "Why don't you carry me downstairs?"

Zhuang Yi finally got angry, "You die, I'll throw it down for you!"

Li Qinghai just smiled, and said wearily: "If it was really you who threw it, I will admit it."

It took seven years to find him again, so what could he want to do?

Just throw it away, can going down the fifth floor be as serious as his car accident?

Zhuang Yi's voice faltered, he felt that he was really crazy, so there was no need to talk to him for a long time.

Li Qinghai was still the same as before, rascal and unreasonable, he just picked up everything he said, so could he be expected to be able to coax him with just a few words?Do you still think he is the Zhuang Yi who ran away with him excitedly when he was given a candy? !

Zhuang Yi squatted down, and in the darkness, under Li Qinghai's gaze, he reached out to break his fingers on his trousers.

"Li Qinghai, where do you fall in love, you can sit here all night and no one cares about you." Zhuang Yi's voice was as cold as his hands, "I'm going home now, so fuck me. "

Li Qinghai drank too much, and sat on the ground for a long time. He didn't even have the strength to stand up for a while, but his hands were clenched tightly. Zhuang Yi didn't move. He pursed his lips and exerted great strength on his hands , breaking off Li Qinghai's fingers one by one.

It really hurts to break off someone's fingers with such force, but Li Qinghai didn't say a word, just staring at him in the dark.

"Make it so hard." After a long while, he smiled softly, with a loving voice, "It's much stronger than when I was a child, don't your hands hurt?"

He let go of his hand and held Zhuang Yi's cold hand, the palm was warm.

"So cold," he said.

Zhuang Yi was startled, and suddenly shook off his hand.

It seemed that the temperature above it was too scorching hot, making his heart ache and his breath trembling.

He took out the key to open the door, but his hand warmed by Li Qinghai couldn't help shaking, the key didn't fit the lock at all.

He kicked the door angrily, turned on the phone light again, and finally opened the door. He stepped in and was about to close the door, but the door squeezed into something soft and couldn't close.

Li Qinghai held the door with one hand that he had forcefully broken just now, and he didn't change his face even after being squeezed, just looked at him like that.

Zhuang Yi firmly suppressed the astringency in his throat, and said in a cold voice: "Let go, or it's really crowded."

Under the pale light of the mobile phone, the pain in Li Qinghai's eyes was so conspicuous, he asked in a low voice: "Zhuang Yi, do you really want me?"

Zhuang Yi held the key tightly in his right hand, letting the cold metal sink deeply into his palm, and let himself wake up through the pain.

He said, "It was you who didn't want me first."

Li Qinghai blinked, "I regret it."

"Really." Zhuang Yi said indifferently: "Do my shit."

Li Qinghai let go.

The door slammed shut in front of him without the slightest hesitation.

He sat there without moving, leaning his head against the door of Zhuang Yi's house, as if it was his last leaning.

After half an hour, the door opened again. Li Qinghai was unprepared and fell in, being supported by Zhuang Yi's legs.

Zhuang Yi looked down at him, his eyes were full of rage, "Come in!"

Li Qinghai supported the door frame and stood up, standing with great difficulty.

Zhuang Yi gave a "tsk" impatiently, and stretched out his hand.

Li Qinghai reached out to hold his hand, and Zhuang Yi pulled him up.

Zhuang Yi pulled him in and kicked the door shut with a "bang".

As soon as he entered the living room, Zhuang Yi threw him on the sofa and said expressionlessly: "The bathroom is on the right, the guest room is the second to the left, get up early tomorrow and get out."

Li Qinghai sat on the sofa and said, "I want to drink water."

Zhuang Yi's eyebrows twitched, thinking that he had drunk too much after all, so he said forcefully, "Wait!"

I just took a cup from the coffee table, took the kettle and shook it, and then simply turned the kettle upside down. The kettle was drier than Taklamakan, and there was no water in it.

Zhuang Yi sighed irritably, got up and went to the kitchen to boil water for him.

Li Qinghai staggered behind him, looking at Zhuang Yi's house all the way.

The inside of the house is as old as the outside. The furniture is obviously left by the previous owner. It is broken and old. The coffee table is still the same kind of pressed glass board decades ago, and it is full of debris. Many things have obviously not been moved for a long time Yes, there is a layer of dust on it.

On the table in the dining room was the takeaway he ordered for Zhuang Yi that day. Many lunch boxes hadn’t been opened at all. They had been placed in the summer environment for several days, giving off a strange smell, and small flies could be seen surrounding them. fly.

Zhuang Yi boiled the water, took out a black garbage bag, swept everything on the dining table into the garbage bag, tied the bag tightly and threw it at the door.

The kitchen was also in a mess, and the broom and dustpan were just thrown on the ground. When Zhuang Yi went in, he kicked the dustpan inside to clear the way.

There were no piles of bowls and chopsticks in the sink, and Li Qinghai suspected that he didn't fire at all at home.

Zhuang Yi didn't know how to cook when he was a child, but he often cleaned up the house. With him, the house is always neat and tidy. Now the place where Zhuang Yi lives is dirty and messy, with coping and laziness piled up everywhere.

The cup that Zhuang Yi took from the coffee table was also stained. Anyway, the water hadn't boiled yet, so he took the cup to the kitchen to rinse it, and then stood there waiting for the water to boil.

Li Qinghai stood behind him and called him, "Zhuang Yi."

Zhuang Yi stood still, did not respond, and stared at the kettle motionlessly, as if he could spot flowers from it.

"Zhuang Yi," Li Qinghai said in a hoarse voice, "How have you been living these past few years, can you tell me about it?"

After entering his home and seeing the space of his daily life, Li Qinghai was truly convinced that Zhuang Yi had completely changed, and he was no longer the same as when he left.

In seven years, the polite, docile and studious boy has been transformed into this prickly Zhuang Yi, who is not humble, desolate, and cold.

Time is fast and ruthless, as if with some kind of dark magic power, Zhuang Yi grew up in a place he couldn't see, with wounds he couldn't see.

Time has polished off the brilliance of Zhuang Yi's body, he has been honed to be sharp and withdrawn, full of bad habits.

In the past without his participation, he will never have the opportunity to participate in the growth.

Li Qinghai felt pain in his heart, and his tone was slightly coaxing, "Tell me about what you have experienced in the past seven years."

Zhuang Yi's shoulders stiffened instantly.

He said, "No."

With his back to Li Qinghai, he said indifferently: "No, I don't want to, why should I tell you?"

"Let you know me, let you lie to me, and then lose me again? You are dreaming."

Li Qinghai felt great grief, he stepped forward a few steps, and suddenly hugged Zhuang Yi from behind!

Zhuang Yi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly struggled violently!

"Don't move, don't move!" After being drunk, Li Qinghai could hardly hold him down, and locked him in his arms by taking advantage of his height and weight. He begged in Zhuang Yi's ear, "Let me hold you for a while, 5 minutes, just 5 minutes!"

"What the hell are you, you're not my brother!" Zhuang Yi roared angrily, "My brother is dead, my brother died seven years ago!"

When he was splashed with dirty water and urine, when he was kicked and kicked on the toilet floor, when he was coldly called a pervert by the whole school, when he was blocked by a group of bastards in the garbage dump and compared with knives !

Where is this person, the person who told him that there is no right or wrong in this kind of thing, the person who single-handedly led him on this road, the person who made him fall in love with men, the person who cheated his heart? !

Where the fuck are you?

In the Li family, in the wealthy family, among the stars and the moon, he was the rich and splendid Li Ershao!

Taught him to fly, and then broke his wings with his own hands.

Zhuang Yi's eye sockets were wet, and his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, making it difficult to even breathe.

His voice was hoarse and painful: "Li Qinghai, do you pity me? I don't need your pity."