bereavement

Alcohol is a fucking good thing.

This was Xie Qin's first sentence after opening his eyes. He looked at the horrific bed sheets and horrific body with a wonderful expression.

Jiang Yanyu didn't leave, and was cooking in the kitchen, wearing his black shirt.

"Damn." Xie Qin gritted his teeth and sighed, with complicated emotions.

He was a little happy. Last night, Yuanmeng was the top one. After Jiang Yanyu was done, he was pushed down by him. Xie Qin's feelings throughout the whole process can be summed up in one sentence: it's really cool to be a gong.

But it's cool, Xie Qin is actually quite speechless, he is 23 years old, he is not a kid anymore, but his self-control is still in a mess, he still does what he thinks.

At the moment when Jiang Yanyu was pressed against the wall and kissed forcibly, reason told Xie Qin that he could not go any further, but his body screamed frantically: Fuck him to death and cry him out.

God knows how terrible Jiang Yanyu's appearance of panting with a hoarse voice is.

"Eat." Jiang Yanyu came out with the dishes and glanced at him.

Xie Qin hummed and sat on the ground. Just as he picked up his chopsticks, he heard the person on the opposite side say:

"Talk."

"No need," Xie Qin said, "It's still the same sentence, I don't like you."

Jiang Yanyu threw a cigarette into his mouth, lit the fire, and exposed it mercilessly: "It's not that you don't like it, it's that you dare not."

He looked up at Xie Qin: "What are you afraid of?"

"I don't believe you." Xie Qin said bluntly.

"Then I'll wait," Jiang Yanyu said, "until you believe me."

Xie Qin was a little excited: "Is it necessary? Does it have to be me?"

"Correct."

"Okay, wait," Xie Qin sneered suddenly, "wait for four or five years, I haven't played enough yet."

Jiang Yan wanted to remain silent.

"After playing enough, it may not be you in the end," Xie Qin said, hurting more than a knife: "You are with me, and it is the last option."

The heart stopped for a second, and Jiang Yanyu stood still, motionless.

After a long while, he bowed his head and took a puff of cigarette, without any expression on his face.

He once said to Sechin: "You are placed at the top with me."

And Xie Qin's answer to him today was: "You are the last option."

Really ruthless.

But what is even sadder is that it is the truth.

Xie Qin is at the right age to play now, his appearance, figure, and talent are not bad in any of them. There are a lot of people of the same age outside, young and beautiful, all of whom are ten blocks away from Jiang Yanyu.

No one would choose an old man who is 11 years older than himself.

What's more, this person is his adoptive father.

Jiang Yanyu left without saying a word, Xie Qin knew that his heart must be on fire, after all, if those words just now had been left behind, Xie Qin would have received a slap on the face immediately after he finished speaking the first word.

In the afternoon, Sun Yang and his group also came to see him. They sat in a hard seat from the city center to this small town all night, just to have a meal with him.

When Xie Qin went to pick them up at the train station, Sun Yang held him and cried for half an hour, with snot and tears, as if he had been dumped by Xie Qin, a scumbag.

It was the first time for Xie Qin to treat guests as a host, and he spent a lot of money. Eight people spent two thousand for eating in the shopping street. They would go to any shop that looked expensive.

Sun Yang is indeed the fattest in the group. After eating at the last buffet, his brothers were as full as if they were pregnant. Only Sun Yang outshined the others, and the pig’s mouth never stopped. The most amazing thing is that he still ate Pay back.

Xie Qin drank half a bottle of wine in one breath, wiped his mouth, and suddenly pointed at Sun Yang and shouted: "Traitor!"

"..Hey, I'm stupid!..." Sun Yang gave him a shock, and directly poked his nostrils with his chopsticks, "You are so stupid!"

"Traitor," Xie Qin said viciously, wiping his neck, "cut off your dog's head."

"Damn it, what did I betray?"

"Jiang Yan wants to know where I live."

Xie Qin only told Sun Yang about Xie Qin's residence in the unfinished building, and it was when he visited the prison. Jiang Yanyu could only find out that he was in this small town, but he didn't know where he lived.

On the night of the murder, Xie Qin cried like a dog in Jiang Yanyu's arms. After crying, he told Jiang Yanyu to go away, resolutely not letting him send him home, for fear of revealing his address.

From the day Jiang Yanyu bought the house, Xie Qin guessed that it was Sun Yang who revealed it. He was still squatting in prison at that time, and these two thieves did not know how many dirty deals they had secretly done.

What would happen if Jiang Yanyu had Xie Qin's address?Last night was the aftermath.

"I didn't say it clearly, so I just hinted at him." Sun Yang was a little guilty: "He is the president, he has a good brain, so he can guess it."

"Shh," Xie Qin said coolly, "You can't trust the list."

"He came to see you? When?" Sun Yang asked.

"Hush." ​​Xie Qin put his index finger on his mouth, not wanting to listen to him.

When going to the bar to work, Sun Yang also came along, and applauded Xie Qin like a crazy fan in the audience. When he was tired of patting his hands, Sun Yang slapped his stomach, bang bang bang, like playing an Ansai waist drum, loud Not to mention, it's quite rhythmic.

"Brother! Remember me!"

Xie Qin followed the sound and looked over, a girl riding on the man's shoulders waved at him.

He has heavy makeup and green hair, huge earrings, and eyeliner covering his entire eyes.

"Remember." Xie Qin gestured to her. He was quite surprised that this [-]th-line rebellious Internet celebrity still insisted on liking him.

"Brother, pick up the animals next time and bring me one!" The internet celebrity grinned her red lips, "I'm pretty good at kitchen knives."

There was a lot of laughter in the audience.

Xie Qin knew she was joking, but still said seriously: "Don't imitate me."

"You too," Xie Qin pointed at the people in the audience, "Don't do those foolish things, learn from me."

Most of his fans are sixteen or seventeen-year-old rebellious teenagers, full of blood, without the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and a slight push can lead them on the road to crime.

Xie Qin didn't want to ruin the lives of these people by himself, and his extreme case was not worth imitating.