bereavement

"Jiang Yanyu," Xie Qin swallowed, almost mustering up all the courage in his life, as if he was going all out: "If I lose the bet this time, my life will be gone."

Jiang Yanyu stared intently into his eyes, bit his voice very heavily, and said word by word: "I won't let you lose."

"I'll play with you with my life, please, please don't let me down." Xie Qin said.

It is really impossible for him to withstand another blow. To take this step requires great courage for him, so much that he puts all his last attempt and almost fading hope on Jiang Yanyu.

To get it and then lose it, for Xie Qin, it is more uncomfortable than never having it.

Jiang Yanyu didn't speak any more, and came over to hug Xie Qin in his arms. He lowered his head, kissed Xie Qin's hair lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Go home."

It was 04:30 in the morning when we left the city that never sleeps. Jiang Yanyu was not allowed to drink and drive, and he also got motion sickness when taking a taxi. Xie Qin could only walk all the way back with him.

It was not yet full light, and there was a little light in the dim gray. The sidewalk was very quiet. Xie Qin was walking in front wearing a hat, and the only thing he could hear was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground. It was calm and powerful, which made him inexplicable There is a sense of security.

Jiang Yanyu stayed behind Xie Qin, even when he was drunk, he didn't walk staggeringly. In the past few years of hard work, he has gotten used to not showing any emotions and states in front of others. There is no emotion on his face, nor his body. Covered in camouflage.

Xie Qin stopped suddenly, turned around to look at Jiang Yanyu, and stretched out a hand to him.

The meaning is obvious.

Jiang Yan wanted to understand what he wanted, but he remained motionless and did not respond.

"It's still dark, no one will see," Xie Qin hooked his fingers, "just hold for a while, it's okay."

Jiang Yanyu was afraid that he would care about the eyes of passers-by, he knew it.

"En." Jiang Yanyu didn't hesitate any longer, took Xie Qin's hand and interlocked his fingers.

He went back to Jiang Yanyu’s house. He bought a house in a small town and lived in an ordinary residential building. Although compared with the mansions and villas in the city center, Jiang Yanyu was very happy because the house was far away. The poop is very close.

After the CEO position was suspended, Huazhou transferred him to the branch to do foreign trade. Jiang Yanyu was not as busy as before. He has more experience in this field than him. To put it bluntly, he is just a false post of chairman.

Xie Qin came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. His hair was still dripping. He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He sat on the sofa with his mobile phone and shouted at Jiang Yanyu, "Come here."

Jiang Yanyu walked out of the kitchen, went to the dining table to pour himself a glass of water, turned his back to Xie Qin: "Speak."

Xie Qin put the phone on the coffee table, turned the volume to the maximum, and played the recording.

"I...I'm mistress."

"I'm shameless and seduce my brother."

Seeing Xie Qin's wicked smile, Jiang Yanyu raised an eyebrow at him, but his own face was expressionless.

A child like Yin Jie is not even a threat to him. He knows Xie Qin's virtues too well. The moment he heard Yin Jie's voice, Jiang Yanyu knew that this child had nothing to do with Xie Qin.

Xie Qin's way of being tough and not soft, being coquettish, cute, considerate, and well-behaved doesn't work for him, and the more clingy Xie Qin is, the more annoying he is.

"I... can't get on the stage."

Jiang Yanyu was not listening to the recording at all. The first thing he saw when he turned around just now was Xie Qin's undried hair. Water dripped from the ends of his hair and wet his shoulders.

He didn't say a word, went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, sat behind Xie Qin, and tested the temperature of his palms with air.

"Whatever Jiang Yan wants to scold, you are nothing. If you play tricks with me, try it."

Xie Qin clicked his tongue several times in a row, Jiang Yanyu was blowing his hair, his movements were erratic and rude, rubbing his clump of hair back and forth, even grinding.

"Where's your mother and face?"

Xie Qin made a long voice, lazily.

Jiang Yanyu heard that his voice was sleepy, so he turned off the hair dryer and said, "Go to sleep."

"Later," Xie Qin yawned, "you go to work and then sleep."

The sky is getting brighter, the light shines through the glass, and a ray of early morning sunlight slantly shines on Xie Qin's face. The face is half-lit and half-dark, and the shadows appear to be three-dimensional and distinct, softening the line of his jaw, and there is a hazy and clear youthful look feel.

Jiang Yanyu lowered his eyes to look down at him, and murmured as if talking to himself: "I miss you very much."

During the four years in prison, Xie Qin never saw him once. He was getting older and older, but he still refused to start a family. The pressure from the outside world, the urging of his parents, working overtime all night, came home, and the deserted living room was empty.

All this made him physically and mentally exhausted, insomnia and anxiety, and he had to pin his hope of falling asleep every night on sleeping pills. He would occasionally dream of Seqin. A place like a prison is full of darkness. He was afraid that Seqin would commit suicide when he was depressed. , They will be locked in a small dark room and beaten with electric batons, tied to a bed and forced to inject tranquilizers, starved and bullied.

What he was most afraid of was that Xie Qin would forget him.

How much Jiang Yanyu wanted to see Xie Qin with his own eyes, even through thick glass, even if he didn't make a phone call, so that he could sit face to face with Xie Qin, just to see.

Xie Qin didn't make a sound, not knowing what to say.

Now he finally realizes how cold-blooded he is, extreme self-protection, hostility and malice towards others, withdrawn to selfish, pessimistic, world-weary, all bad personalities are gathered in him, his body is decadent, and his soul is rotten.

He has been looking for reasons to support himself to live, looking for the meaning of living, but he can't find it, so he abandons himself, lives in confusion and decadence, and waits for time to end his unfortunate life.

And Jiang Yanyu spent 11 years desperately dragging him out of the quagmire.

"Go to bed."

Jiang Yanyu glanced at the time, it was time for him to go to work.

Without waiting for Xie Qin to speak, Jiang Yanyu stood up, reached out and pinched Xie Qin's chin from behind, lifted his face, then leaned over, bent down and kissed the corner of Xie Qin's mouth.

His jaw was released, Jiang Yanyu walked to the door and prepared to leave.

Xie Qin stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, tilted his head, half-closed his eyes and said lazily, "Bring a pack of cigarettes after get off work."

"Well, as ordered."