Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

At six o'clock, Fu Xizhou got up, and Wang Miao got off work. The two of them had no communication in tacit understanding, and never mentioned the madness of last night.

Wang Miao felt the so-called "falling apart" at this moment. There was no pain in his face, shoulders, waist, hips, and knees. The sore muscles were screaming wildly, and his calves were trembling uncontrollably. Wang Miao had to stop after walking a few steps. He took a breath, and the tears that had been held back all night welled up in his eyes, but Wang Miao forced himself to keep silent, biting his lower lip tightly, from Fu Xizhou's room to the next two flights of stairs, and in front of the store, Wang Miao finally cleared up his expression .

He was still frivolous and indifferent, except that his eyes were a little red, as if he hadn't slept well, everything was normal. Wang Miao withdrew his hand from supporting the wall, trying his best to make his limping less conspicuous.

"Wang Miao, here!" Xu Ziling waved his hand, his face was flushed red by the wind in the winter morning.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Wang Miao was hoarse, and Wang Miao cleared his throat again.

"Didn't you just finish the morning meeting? I just wanted to leave after clocking in. Have you clocked in yet?" Xu Ziling rubbed his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I've fought." Wang Miao cleared his throat again, and moved side by side with Xu Ziling to the stop sign.

"The one with Fu Xizhou last night?" Xu Ziling bumped Wang Miao's arm with his elbow, gossiping, "Are you sure?"

"What are you sure about?" Wang Miao smoked a cigarette and spat.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, you, you don't want to catch such a good diamond king?" Xu Ziling said with white eyes.

"Fu Xizhou is Wang Lao Wu, he is not being taken advantage of." Wang Miao raised his hand and shook Xu Ziling's face, the implication was self-evident.

"Tsk, yes, the children of rich families are wild." Xu Ziling rubbed his face and muttered.

"Who would think highly of our profession if you only have such beautiful dreams." Wang Miao stopped in front of the breakfast stall not far from the store, and seriously provoked himself to cook oden.

"Black cats and white cats are all about catching mice. They make money in this line of business and that line of business, so it's not nice to talk about it." Xu Ziling disagrees.

"You're still young." Wang Miao sneered at Xu Ziling's words, then handed the oden to the boss, and took out his mobile phone to pay.

The prejudice in people's hearts is like a big mountain. Once it is on the body, it cannot be moved by a thousand times of strength. There is no redemption, Wang Miao has a deep understanding of this.

"You sound like a seven-year-old 81." Xu Ziling bit the fish ball and muttered.

"Eat yours." Wang Miao took a sip of the soup and raised his hand to pat the back of Xu Ziling's head.

"Are you still going home?" Xu Ziling looked at Wang Miao, who was limping with a bruised nose and swollen face, "Otherwise, you can go back to the dormitory with me to sleep, we two squeeze together, and then I will give you some medicine."

"It's fine." Wang Miao breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he really doesn't know if he can sleep by himself in his current physical condition. It's a good thing to have someone watching him.

The dormitory is not far from the store, and the distance between two intersections. Wang Miao and Xu Ziling are not in a hurry. They move there slowly, and there is less wind when eating. The apartment where Xu Ziling lives is full of people from nearby bars and nightclubs. Employees, the apartment is a dwelling house rented by the leader, one room per person, and the bathroom is shared.

"Are you taking a bath?" Xu Ziling put the towel on his shoulders.

"I won't go, I've already washed it." Wang Miao sat on the head of the bed with his waist supported, threw off his shoes, and lay down slowly outside the bed.

"Then don't sleep yet, wait until I come back from the shower and give you the medicine before going to bed." Xu Ziling asked worriedly.

"En." Wang Miao yawned.

Xu Ziling's room was not as messy as other boys' rooms, and there was a little lavender scent on the pillow. Wang Miao closed his eyes and tilted his head to rub his face. The good smell made him drowsy.

"Why are you asleep?" Xu Ziling reached out and pushed Wang Miao on the bed.

"Tired." Wang Miao covered his face with his arms. Since he woke up from a coma, he never closed his eyes again. Being beaten and tortured by Fu Xizhou made him physically and mentally exhausted.

"I'll give you medicine." Xu Ziling pushed aside Wang Miao's arm, and covered Wang Miao's face with a towel soaked in cold water.

"Hiss!" The unexpected pain made Wang Miao gasp.

"Fu Xizhou is really ruthless, it's all done like this." Xu Ziling kept changing cotton swabs to dip in the medicine, and evenly applied it on Wang Miao's wound.

Wang Miao didn't want to share what happened last night with Xu Ziling. Fu Xizhou, like Jiang Lin, called himself "Xiao Chu" when he was emotional, and when he came back to his senses, he seemed to be insulted and vented his desire fiercely on the On him, it seemed that Wang Miao had lost his identity knowing him. It was clear that he was the victim, but he could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

But he needs money, a lot of money, to pay off his debts, to realize his wish, to jump out of this pit of fire, he has no choice but to flatter him, Wang Miao clenched his fists, finally relaxed his back and sank into the softness The mattress, let Xu Ziling play with it like a dead fish.

Wang Miao rubbed his pillow and said weakly, "Call me when you go to work."

Xu Ziling pushed him: "Give me some space, move inside."

The tense and "tortured" body made Wang Miao fall asleep at a speed close to fainting. Every muscle was venting his dissatisfaction with Wang Miao. Feel the soreness coming from the extremities of the body towards the heart.

This is rest, but also torture. Wang Miao turned over a few times and dragged himself out of the dreamland. He slowly curled up his legs and sat in the corner. Wang Miao stood up while leaning on the wall, swayed away from Xu Ziling's legs and jumped off the bed, but his knees softened for no reason, causing him to fall in an extremely embarrassing fall.

Wang Miao lay on the floor and sighed, and lit a melancholy cigarette. In this state, let alone being in the heat of the venue when he went to work, it was unknown whether he could move to the venue.

Forget it, Wang Miao took out his mobile phone and made up a message that was not very sincere, to the effect that he was not feeling well and didn't want to go to work. Wang Miao locked the screen and threw the phone aside. Although money is important, life is more important.

When the sprawling Xu Ziling woke up in bed, Wang Miao had already left him a message on WeChat and went shopping by himself. He said he was shopping, but he actually got on a bus at a random stop, and then went to Getting off at any stop, just wandering aimlessly, Wang Miao looked at the old people and children coming and going on the side of the road with his chin resting on his cheeks. Couples and lovers gathered together like a rising tide, and then dispersed suddenly under the action of traffic lights, feeling inexplicable It was empty, and he couldn't tell the reason.

During the two years, Wang Miao was running around for his living, and he rarely had a lot of time for him to squander like this. If he could, he really wanted to go to university. In order to have a perfect vacation, Wang Miao resisted not I bought cold drinks and queued up to buy hot tea.

The students are always full of vigor, and Wang Miao was at a loss for what to do. The young man moved his feet to avoid such sharpness. He took off his makeup at Xu Ziling's house when he went out today. His pale face, black eye sockets, and bloodshot eyes, Compared with the youth of the students, he felt like an apple that was about to rot.

"Hi sir, please use your tea slowly." The shopkeeper handed out the sealed hot tea with both hands.

"Thank you." Wang Miao took it with both hands with his head down, and squeezed out of the pile of students as if fleeing.

After drinking hot tea, Wang Miao felt his body melted away, and his whole body was warm. The old people always said to drink more hot water. Wang Miao used to take it lightly, but now he was as excited as if he had discovered some treasure.

The young man raised his mouth and stretched his waist lazily in the afterglow of the setting sun. Life is good, Wang Miao thought so.

"Wang, Wang Miao?" An uncertain voice.

Wang Miao's back froze when his name was called. When he turned his head, he matched the names of everyone he knew with this voice, but it was still unfamiliar: "Huh?"

Holding the same brand of tea as Wang Miao, Zhao Kai waved his hand excitedly: "I think it must be you."

Wang Miao smiled: "What a coincidence."

Zhao Kai trotted a few steps to catch up, and walked slowly side by side with Wang Miao. He cleared his throat and said cautiously, "Well, it's a coincidence. I just finished class. Didn't you go to work today?"

When mentioning his occupation, Wang Miao was a little embarrassed. He intentionally or unintentionally lagged half a figure behind Zhao Kai, raised his hand and scratched his head: "No, I'm off work today."

Zhao Kai didn't seem to notice Wang Miao's depression, but said excitedly, "Then where are you going to play now?"

Wang Miao shook his head: "I don't have a plan, so go wherever you go."

Zhao Kai went around to Wang Miao: "Then I'll take you to our school to play, our school has a music festival tonight."

Oddly enough, Wang Miao nodded. The university that Zhao Kai attended was an art school that was well-known in China. According to Zhao Kai's explanation, the teacher-student relationship here is lively and the academic atmosphere is strong. The school clubs often hold some open activities. It's a very powerful university, but Wang Miao doesn't understand this kind of thing. Intuitively speaking, he only thinks that this university is really big.

Wang Miao clenched his hands in his trouser pockets nervously, looking around curiously and cautiously, for fear of being seen that he did not belong here.

The performance will be held in the playground. It is a music festival spontaneously organized by the music club of Zhao Kai School and used for fellowship with other art schools. They came early, and the students have not yet started performing. Moving things, preparing to adjust the audio and screen, Wang Miao was not far or close, watching enviously at a distance that he thought would not interfere with their work, but Wang Miao's outstanding figure and face had long been aroused. Attention the students, what the girls gather together to discuss is not the next process arrangement, but who to send to ask for Wang Miao's contact information.

"Zhao Kai!" A girl recognized Zhao Kai beside Wang Miao, and waved for a while on tiptoe.

"I'll go there first." Zhao Kai scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Yeah." Wang Miao nodded, sat down on the lawn, and took out his mobile phone to see what news he had missed, but there was no important news, and Xu Ziling's voice of "swearing" him for not caring about his body was really There are many.

"Hey, which school does that little brother go to?" The girls surrounded Zhao Kai and asked in a hurry.

"Is he your friend? Does he have a girlfriend? He's so cute." Among the girls, Jiang Tingyun spoke bluntly, and a series of questions revealed the girls' hearts.

"Do you think he looks a bit like Chu Jiachen, the one from the acting class?" Ge Ling looked at Wang Miao, lowered her head and whispered.

"He's my friend. I don't know if he has a partner. What are you guys doing?" Zhao Kai was taken aback by the girl's reaction. He stepped back, trying to squeeze out of the girl's encirclement.

"Take me there and ask for a WeChat message. How about we treat you to dinner?" Jiang Tingyun said seductively.

Zhao Kai originally wanted to sternly refuse, but the girls "kicked" and "beat" him and even pushed him to Wang Miao's place. Zhao Kai had no choice but to compromise. With a tragic appearance, he only begged Wang Miao not to be angry.

"Hello, little brother." Jiang Tingyun suddenly stood up, and she waved to Wang Miao.

"Hello." Wang Miao turned off the phone and stood up, "Did I interrupt your busy work?"

"No, little brother, do you have a girlfriend?" Jiang Tingyun said boldly, then covered his mouth and turned his head to the side to suppress a smile. The boy's voice was also very nice.

"I haven't." Wang Miao also smiled.

"Can I add a WeChat?" Jiang Tingyun looked at Wang Miao, and then took out his mobile phone, as if he was opening WeChat, but in fact he opened the camera.

"Okay." Wang Miao paused, did not directly show the QR code as the background, and opened WeChat, found the QR code in a regular manner, and put the phone under Jiang Tingyun's phone, "My name is Wang Miao."

"My name is Jiang Tingyun." The girl was extremely shy, she quickly added WeChat, and then quickly evacuated with her girlfriends.

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