Gay Killing Season

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Pan was sitting on the window sill with a cigarette between her slender fingers. The shadows of the trees were swaying, and the sound of the wind could be heard in the stillness.

The screen kept flickering, and Lin Bing watched Chen Feifei's continuous calls and messages persistently, throwing away the cigarette butt, and ran outside while calling back the phone.

"Where are you? I'm here to find you." Lin Bing quickly put on his seat belt, "Hey, where are you? Hey, did you hear me?" Angrily, he threw his phone to the passenger seat, and the scenery on both sides flashed by , the car is speeding.

Chen Feifei stepped on the beach with her bare feet, and seriously wrote Lin Bian on the beach, completely ignoring the heat of the weather and the scorching heat of the sand.

A wave rolled over, and the name was washed away without a trace in an instant. Lin Bing stepped forward and snatched the wooden stick from Chen Feifei's hand, "What are you doing? Why didn't you talk when you answered the phone."

Her eyes were red and swollen, "Then why haven't you answered my calls? How many calls and text messages have I sent you?" Chen Feifei had a sore nose, and tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Lin Bing looked at her guiltily, and stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears, but when she was about to touch her, he suddenly withdrew his hand, "Don't cry, please, I just want to be quiet, so, I don't want to be in touch with anyone."

"Anyone, including Yun Xishan." He asked twitchingly.

Lin Pan smiled bitterly, closed his eyes helplessly, and opened them with a heavy sigh, his pupils were filled with melancholy, "What did she tell you yesterday?"

"She asked me if I was really with you, she told me to give up on you, but I won't, because I love you, I have loved you since you didn't know me, I know your past with her , I don't care at all, I feel sorry for your injuries, I want to."

"Chen Feifei, I think you misunderstood, we are very simple friends." Lin Bing frowned.

Chen Feifei anxiously stood opposite her, "You have feelings for me in your heart, you can't lie to yourself, I never think homosexuality has anything to do with it."

Lin Bing frowned and watched, "That's because you haven't experienced it, so you don't feel anything. In fact, I am not gay. I don't like her because I like women. I like Yun Xishan, and she is a woman." It’s just that, you understand what I mean, my love is not limited to men or women, there is only her in my defined range, and there will only be one of her.”

"But she doesn't love you. If she loves you, she won't marry someone else. You can love her, and I can wait for you. You obviously have feelings for me at the beginning, every time you come to the beach."

"At the beginning, I had feelings for you, but that was because I saw her shadow on your body. I often come to the beach because there are many good memories of me and her here. Don't wait for me, I have already experienced It's very uncomfortable to feel the powerless feeling of loving someone stupidly, so I don't want you to experience it. Maybe your feelings for me are an illusion, really, it's an illusion, we can be friends, we can It's the same as before." The corners of Lin Pan's eyes became moist, and he rubbed his aching temples.

Chen Feifei was very sad, her eyes were blurred with tears, her throat was choked up, and she couldn't speak.

The fists with both hands placed by his side were clenched, and Lin Bin looked at Chen Feifei who was in grief in a daze, "Let me go first, maybe you will feel better." Turning around and leaving, he listened anxiously to the heart-rending voice behind him. Lung cries, as if seeing the former self, mixed feelings, tears silently slid down the cheeks.

The air in the room was extremely turbid and smoky. For three whole days, Lin Bing isolated all the hustle and bustle of the outside world, stayed alone in the room, found the mobile phone that had been neglected for three days, lay comfortably on the bed, and when it was turned on, a series of The text messages came like a storm.Suddenly, he ran out like lightning.

The air in the bar was filled with the smell of alcohol and tobacco, the music seemed to deafen people's ears, and both men and women were frantically twisting their waists and buttocks on the dance floor.

The glamorously dressed Chen Feifei giggled among the men, shaking her body crazily to the deafening disco music. Her fair body was particularly eye-catching in the flickering lights, and her long hair was on the left and right sides. Swing back and forth up and down.

Slowly approaching, Lin Bing stared at the charming Chen Feifei expressionlessly, his eyes were cold and cold, like sharp swords.

The ambiguous male companion next to her gradually left the scene, Chen Feifei looked around suspiciously, turned around inadvertently, looked at Lin Xing with disdain, and walked straight to the man at the table who was drinking hotly, flirting with them flirtatiously, teasing them with frivolous words Men who can't control themselves.

After a long time, Lin Bing turned around silently, took a deep breath, tried to suppress his anger, and walked out the door. The noise kept echoing in his ears, and he turned back angrily, and dragged Chen Feifei out of the bar, through the bustling streets. Street, pushed into the passenger seat, raised his eyebrows angrily, and slammed the door shut.

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the carriage, Chen Feifei's face was ruddy and slightly drunk, she swayed from side to side with a smile, her eyes filled with tears.

Lin Pan's face was livid, without the slightest hint of a smile. That stiff expression was like a close-up in a film and television drama.

Chen Feifei looked at Lin Biao in a daze, blinked her eyes sadly, and two lines of tears seeped out, "Who are you, why do you care about me, you don't answer the phone, you don't reply to text messages, I'm stupid at your door How long did you ring the doorbell, how many times did you call your name, but you pretended not to hear. How could you be so cruel, how could you be so cruel." He patted Lin Bao's shoulder resentfully.

Closing his eyes, Lin Bing pressed his lips tightly, enduring Chen Feifei's complaining slap.

Chen Feifei stopped her knocking red hands, looked at Lin Bing's trembling eyes, and burst into tears, "Isn't it, if I don't send you those photos and text messages tonight, you won't come to me, and you won't come to me again." won't see me either."

Looking sideways at Chen Feifei, pain, anger and helplessness were constantly intertwined in complex eyes.Lin Bing took a deep breath and stopped talking.

Suddenly, Chen Feifei kissed Lin Bing's lips with alcohol, and tightly hugged her soft body.

Lin Pan stared blankly at Chen Feifei who had closed her eyes as if she was enjoying herself, struggled to break free, and got out of the car in a panic.

The surrounding cars disappeared one by one, and the pedestrians on the street became less and less. Taking a deep breath, maybe he could calm himself down. Lin Bing slowly approached the car, opened the door with a panicked expression, and Chen Feifei lay quietly on the dashboard and fell asleep Then, he carefully lifted her up, leaned on the seat as comfortably as possible, fastened her seat belt thoughtfully, looked up inadvertently, and looked at the instrument panel soaked in her tears, feeling guilty again for no reason.