But because I met you

The night enveloped the entire city, but it was decorated with fading lights and bustling. Compared with the bustle and bustle during the day, the night showed people's desire/desire/indulgence/carnival.

Ke Ye stood by the French window of the office, looked at the colorful lights outside the window, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket expressionlessly, pulled out one impatiently, lit it and took a deep breath, white smoke lingered around him Beside him, only the screen of the computer that had not been turned off was on in the whole room, and the cigarette between his fingers was burning on its own.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and staring for a moment, Ke Ye turned around and put out the cigarette in the ashtray next to the computer, picked up the clothes on the chair and left Nuo Da's office.

The scene of the meeting in the afternoon still remained in his mind. Those noisy and timid old men were trying to tell him what to do, trying to seize the power in his hands?Ke Ye sneered, a hint of sinisterness appeared in his pitch-black eyes, no one else could have imagined anything about him.

After leaving the company, Ke Ye did not go home soon. For him, home was just a cold shell. He had already lost everything. The only thing that could paralyze his career was something he wanted to snatch. .

The thought of Ke Ye's mood became irritable. Over the years, he gradually broke free from their control step by step and took control of the company. Now these people are afraid of his rights, and want to regain control of him, and treat him It is a lamb that has been slaughtered.

Ke Ye sat on a bench in the park, naturally raised his legs, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, put it on his lips and took a deep breath, white smoke spit out from his thin lips, and he didn't know what he was looking at with his deep eyes.

When he finished smoking and stood up to leave, he saw a large group of black shadows moving in front of him, and obvious figures were pushing and shoving.

Ke Ye didn't know what kind of mood he was in, he raised his legs and stepped forward, staying a little far away and just at a distance where he could hear them talking.

"Hey, this little brother, you are so handsome with delicate features. Let me borrow some money to spend with my brothers." A ruffian voice fell into Ke Ye's ears.

It was nothing more than a few gangsters taking advantage of the night to rob, and Ke Ye wanted to leave. In this seemingly prosperous and civilized city during the day, such dirty things happen every day and night. Murder and arson, robbery and rape, power and power The people who can't do anything are still aloof, the helpless people cry and mourn, and there are still a lot of things that need to be dealt with, and he is not in the mood to care about such trivial matters.

"I don't have any money." The voice spoke calmly and naturally without the slightest fear. Ke Ye stopped and followed the clean voice to look at the man's appearance.

It was a boy in his early twenties, his eyes were somewhat covered by fine hair, surrounded by a group of people, Ke Ye couldn't see his face clearly due to the dim street lights, and he had a board on his shoulders, and he didn't know what it was. What, that look doesn't show a trace of panic, but rather calm?

Ke Ye couldn't tell what it was like, fearless with some despair?He seemed to see himself at that time from him. His family was in trouble, his father jumped off a building, his mother committed suicide by cutting her wrists, her sister went to work as a prostitute in order to pay off her debts, and was strangled to death on the bed. In the end, all that was left to him was [-]% of the company. Ten shares, he walked along the road laid by his family's blood.

And this person has the same despair as he once did.

"Since I don't have any money, my little brother has delicate skin and tender flesh, so why don't you play with me tonight?"

"That's right, my buddies have never fucked a man before, and I don't know what it's like." Someone soon agreed, and a group of people began to touch him.

No matter how much the man resisted, he couldn't stop the touch of so many hands. In Ke Ye's view, his resistance was more like a refusal to welcome.

Ke Ye strode forward, grabbed the head of the hooligan by the hair and slammed it against the wall. He didn't understand where his sudden anger came from. Is it the old men who bothered him or was angry at this stranger's attitude?

Apparently the hooligans didn't give Ke Ye time to think about it, they rushed up to attack Ke Ye without any explanation, and Ke Ye fought with them more like venting.

Lin Qingyan didn't know why the scene became chaotic in an instant. He watched the man suddenly appear and pressed the hooligan leader against the wall. The muffled sound seemed to hit his heart. A little flustered, he really wanted to help, but there was no way to intervene, he saw that person put down one after another neatly, the fierceness in those eyes hit his eyelids, and he didn't know what to do for a while Do, a stranger, rescued him.

Lin Qingyan took the drawing board off his shoulder and held it in his hand. He spotted the hooligan and smashed it hard. He didn't understand why he did this suddenly. He never wanted to cause trouble, and he couldn't afford trouble, but when he saw someone This relieved him, and he also wanted to do something.

The hooligans were beaten to the ground one by one, screaming in pain, the hooligan leader covered his bleeding head and beckoned his subordinates to leave in embarrassment.

Ke Ye was panting heavily, the corners of his mouth were red, his clothes had been torn, and a few long scratches on his arms had begun to ooze blood.

Holding the broken drawing board, Lin Qingyan's hands twitched a little. With the help of the dim streetlight, he could see the appearance of this man clearly. He was a handsome man with very good-looking features, but his eyes were cold and unfeeling.

After Ke Ye breathed a sigh of relief, he glanced at the man who was staring at him with a broken drawing board. He looked weak and weak, and he was thinner when he looked closer. He was wearing a clean white shirt with black cuffs. Painted, with a pair of eyes staring at himself, still panting.

Ke Ye didn't say anything, he raised his legs and left, thinking that he might be crazy, and he would do such a thing of drawing his sword to help when the road is injustice, and he was still injured.

Seeing him leave, Lin Qingyan raised his legs to follow him. He didn't understand why he did this, but when he realized it, his body had already reacted.

Of course Ke Ye knew that he had been following him, and soon entered a convenience store, but that person did not follow him. After he finished shopping, he found him waiting for him at the door. Ke Ye took a look at him, and entered a community, this is his In the nearest apartment, the people behind him still followed him.

After entering the elevator, neither of them spoke, until Ke Ye opened the door and turned on the light to enter the house, put the bag on the table, and turned to look at him.

Lin Qingyan also seemed to feel that it was not good to follow him all the way, so he stood at the door and looked at him, "You seem to be injured..."

Ke Ye glanced at the scratches on his hands, they were already swollen and bleeding, and his arms were aching.This kind of minor injury is nothing to him.

Ke Ye ignored him, loosened his tie and threw it on the sofa, took off his shirt, threw it on the sofa, and went back to his room to get his clothes to take a shower.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Qingyan immediately went in to stop him, "Don't get your arms wet, they need to be disinfected."

Ke Ye glanced at him, but did not answer his words, "Are you a painter?"

Lin Qingyan looked down at the broken drawing board, "En."

Ke Ye put the short sleeves in his hand on his body, took out a cigarette from his trousers pocket, lit it up and took a silent puff, "How much money can you draw in a day?"

Lin Qingyan bowed his head and did not speak. He could not make a lot of money for painting every day, and there was not much left after subtracting the materials used for painting. He had to save money every month for food.

"It doesn't cost much to paint. Sometimes I will earn more when I meet girls or female students who like me." Sometimes he clearly knows that some people don't come here just for him to paint. Most of the time, a group of female students come together. He kept discussing him in a low voice and taking pictures of him secretly. He knew that no matter what reason they asked him to paint, he just needed money.

Ke Ye smiled, what others value is not his talent, but his face, what is the difference between this and selling his appearance?He knew it himself, but he also tacitly understood it, and even relied on these women or female students, hoping that they would find him to paint for whatever purpose.Really humble.

"Why don't you try to find a job." There was no doubt in Ke Ye's tone. He was only in his early twenties, and he could definitely find a job that could support him. There was no need to be obsessed with painting.

Lin Qingyan looked down at the drawing board, looking for a job?He never thought that he could go abroad to study fine arts and hold art exhibitions without any problems.But everything was broken before he thought about the future. For so many years, he had been indulging in painting, and when he turned his head back to reality, everything had been turned upside down.

He just wants to paint, and paint without distractions, but no one has helped him take care of everything, just waiting for him to get ready to go on the road he wants to go.

"I just want to paint, I want to hold art exhibitions abroad, and I want to be an outstanding painter." Lin Qingyan raised his head and looked at him with burning eyes. Yes, he had nothing else on his mind, except that he desperately wanted to leave this place. In this city and this country, what he wants most is to paint.

Ke Ye looked at his firm appearance and the radiance in those eyes, inexplicably trying to destroy him. He clearly had despair that he wanted to cover up, but his eyes could still reveal such radiance, that kind of Hope and longing crashed into his eyelids, making him want to destroy him severely, so that he would never have hope and ideal again.

Ke Ye snuffed out the cigarette in agitation, threw it on the floor casually, and walked straight to him, "Draw me one, and I'll give you one thousand for one, just draw it now."

Lin Qingyan looked at the man who suddenly changed his face in front of him. He didn't know why his emotions changed so quickly, but the conditions he offered made his heart move.It is impossible to realize his ideal with his current ability, so he needs money.

Lin Qingyan turned the drawing board over and took out a pencil from his pants pocket, only to find that the drawing paper was torn.

"The drawing paper is torn, I can't draw..." Lin Qingyan was interrupted by Ke Ye before he finished speaking.

"Then paint the wall." The more Ke Ye looked at him, the more he met those serious and yearning eyes, the more he wanted to destroy him severely, leaving him with nothing but endless despair.

Lin Qingyan stared at him for a moment, his entire face was occupied by indifference, without a trace of expression, and the darkness in his dark eyes was about to swallow him up.

Lin Qingyan didn't say anything else, and quickly built a frame on the wall, and turned to look at him. He was leaning on the sofa and smoking, and what he saw through the smoke was his pair of dark eyes.

"Sir, can you not move around?" Only then did Lin Qingyan feel that the 1000 yuan was not easy to earn, and this person didn't look like someone who would cooperate.

Ke Ye didn't pay attention to him, watching him paint and draw on the wall with a serious appearance, his hands were well-knit, and he looked back at him from time to time.It seemed to be spotless in the dark, which made him want to tear him apart.

Ke Ye stubbed out the cigarette, went forward to snatch the paintbrush in his hand, supported the wall with one hand, held his hand holding the paintbrush with the other, wrapped him in his arms, and whispered in his ear, "Do you have any questions?" Haven't tried sex/love with a man."

The author has something to say: I originally decided to start the article on March 2. After much deliberation, tomorrow is the day I check my grades. If I fail the exam, I will be blackened. I started writing today, two chapters are dropped, Chapter [-] is at [-]:[-] pm, don’t ask me why, I am a person who lacks manuscripts, doesn’t type every day, and is confused and calm_(:з」∠)_