Long night streamer

Bai Hui read through the 77 report messages without missing a single one.Zhou Langye's attitude was very upright, where he went, why he came back late, when he got home, and even the opposite sex he met.

Not as upright as the man he'd ever known.

Staring at the phone screen for a long time in the dark made Bai Hui's eyes feel a little stinging.He raised his hand unintentionally and rubbed it, and a tear fell on the screen.

He was startled immediately, as if he didn't believe that he would still cry for Zhou Langye.However, after a while, he buried his head down again, curled up on the bed, his shoulders trembling faintly, as if he was crying silently.

The uncontrollable tears made Bai Hui realize how deep he had fallen. Even if his right hand was disabled, even if the scars on his wrist and neck had not been healed, he still couldn't stop hating that person.

Bai Hui no longer remembers what he was like when he was 16 years old, but he will never forget that when he left Zhou Langye at the age of 23, he lost all the family, career, health, and even the most basic trust in love.

He is like a hollowed-out vessel, rarely treated properly, always on the verge of breaking.But even then, the other party did not give him a decent departure.

After Bai Hui finished crying, he went to the bathroom to wash his face, and when he returned to the bedroom, he had calmed down a lot.

He turned on his phone again, rummaged through the Weibo interface, and then set Weibo to only be visible for six months.

It has been more than half a year since his last post "I hope there will be no afterlife with you", which means that Zhou Langye can no longer see any of his Weibo content, nor can he comment on him.

Zhou Langye bought a box at the airport to hold Bai Hui's single poster so that it could be consigned back to Pingzhou intact.

Due to fatigue, smoking and raining, his cold further developed into laryngitis and fever, which lasted for many days before slowly getting better.However, what really made him so vulnerable was not the depression caused by illness, but the night when he returned to Pingzhou, he suddenly found that Bai Hui's Weibo was no longer visible.

This Weibo, like the movies related to Bai Hui in his collection, is the spiritual opium that he places his thoughts on.Every night before going to bed, Zhou Langye had to dig out the early content on Weibo, chew some sugar that had expired before he could barely fall asleep; Next comment, report your own itinerary, pretend like they never had a relationship.

Now there is only a default template with a yellow sand background left in the entire Weibo, and all previous content has been hidden.At first, Zhou Langye thought it was a system failure. He rarely used Weibo and was not familiar with various settings. After refreshing several times, he confirmed that it was Bai Hui who changed the settings in the background.

At that moment, he felt that the little oxygen left in him seemed to be emptied little by little.

He knew that he shouldn't appear in that conspicuous front row seat, this unrestrained distance undoubtedly stimulated Bai Hui.

After more than half a year of separation, Zhou Langye's always precise memory finally took effect on matters related to Bai Hui.He has always had selective amnesia.

He recalled how he had treated him in those final months.At that time, Bai Hui had already begun to resist close contact, but he didn't have the slightest patience and consideration for it, and he always repeatedly smashed the pitiful resistance that Bai Hui used to protect himself.

He forced Bai Hui to kneel down many times to do it for himself, bought some overly revealing and obviously provocative clothes for him to wear, touched him in the car in front of the driver, and pressed him directly in the car. After venting his desire on the desk, Bai Hui's waist was covered with bruises afterwards.

Later, whenever Zhou Langye touched him, he could feel Bai Hui trembling unconsciously, probably because of a kind of instinctive fear in his body.Although Bai Hui was never a weak boy, Zhou Langye's intentional insults and injuries still stripped him to pieces.

So Zhou Langye knew that he should keep a distance from Bai Hui, give him space, and let Bai Hui let go of his guard.Gradually believe that Zhou Langye can also be a lover who waits for him and respects his wishes.

But the seat that was too close to the stage had brought unexpected negative effects, perhaps causing Bai Hui to misunderstand that Zhou Langye had begun to infiltrate his life again.

Almost without thinking, Zhou Langye booked a plane ticket to the capital the next day. He wanted to explain to Bai Hui in person that he was sitting there in order to get a limited edition poster when he had no other choice.However, he did not board the plane in the end, and he placed the bottle with the words "Forgetting Love Water" on the bedside table in his bedroom, reminding him all the time.

What is missing between him and Bai Hui is not an explanation.It is time for another person to heal alone after a long period of love and disappointment.

Zhou Langye knew that Bai Hui had already walked a long way, maybe there would be another intersection, two intersections, or some unintentional corner, and he would completely disappear from sight.Zhou Langye's anxiety finally reached an unprecedented level. In his 31 years of life, no one could disturb him to this point.

Bai Hui occupied all his thoughts, even when he was working or in a meeting, he was looking at the new product development plan and marketing plan, but he was thinking about him all the time.

On the weekend when the cold was recovering, a local five-star hotel in Pingzhou held an internal reception before the soft opening.

The investor of the hotel has some business dealings with the Zhou family, and he can be regarded as Zhou Langye's good personal friend.The invitation was sent to his assistant Tao Zhi, who also called to invite him personally. Although Zhou Langye was in poor condition, he could only attend the appointment.

At the reception, he was still the center of crowds. Zhou Langye always listened more and talked less, but there were too many people who wanted to chat with him, and he couldn't get away.Later, the investor surnamed Min came over, raised his glass and clinked with him, and smiled at him subtly, "Mr. Zhou, it's late today, I have reserved a luxury suite for you, you can rest here .”

Zhou Langye refused at first, but he couldn't hold back the kindness of the other party, and finally agreed to rest in the suite for one night.

He entered the room at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, loosened his tie and threw it on the sofa, only to realize that someone was waiting for him in the room.

It was a young half-naked boy, wearing a faintly visible silk shirt, sitting on the closed balcony connected to the front hall. When he saw him, he immediately stood up and called him softly, "Mr. Zhou, you are back." .

Zhou Langye didn't have the energy to deal with this kind of cheap stuff, he looked at the person walking toward him without emotion, and said coldly, "Get out, you're not needed here."

However, this person was probably carefully selected, and he is well versed in the way of hooking up. Seeing Zhou Langye standing still, a thin white arm had already been raised, and he took the initiative to climb Zhou Langye's shoulder, with a provocative look. Angrily, he rubbed against him, and started to unbutton his clothes with the other hand, "Mr. Zhou, it's so boring to live in such a big room by yourself..."

As he spoke, he was about to tiptoe to kiss him, but Zhou Langye pinched his face and threw it aside with all his strength.

The boy was caught off guard and bumped into the wall, and was taken aback, not understanding how he had angered this expensive boss.Before he had time to stand up against the wall, Zhou Langye had already walked past him, and said a short and cold word, "Get lost."

After more than ten seconds, the door opened and closed, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Zhou Langye had already entered the bedroom, without turning on the light, he took out a cigarette and a lighter in the dark, and then threw them on the bed in an extremely irritated manner.

He went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and took off his clothes while waiting for the water to warm up.The tight and smooth muscle lines are released from under the fabric, outlining the sexy physique of an adult man.When the underwear was taken off, Zhou Langye found himself stiff.

——Of course not because of the teasing of that kitsch male prostitute.But at the moment when he was dazed, he mistakenly thought that figure was Bai Hui.

Excessive longing gradually erodes Zhou Langye's judgment. He is always unconsciously looking for a long gone lover in the gaps of reality, in the flickering of light and shadow.

A man with strong control like him naturally has deep and persistent desires.After Bai Hui left, Zhou Langye didn't meet anyone else, and often took cold showers to get by.

But tonight he missed Bai Hui very much, the heat in his body stimulated by alcohol could not be subsided, and the fine and long pain burst out under his skin, which made him feel unbearably tortured.The rising mist surrounded the glass wall, and the water flowed over his body and slid down along the tight muscle texture. He held the small piece of waterproof tile with one hand, and solved it for himself with the other.

At this moment and here, every minute and every inch that happened was not like what Zhou Langye would do.

He closed his eyes under the shower, panting low, surrounded by an unprecedented emptiness, he didn't want to face it but had to face it.He began to understand how hurtful a hopeless love can be. Bai Hui endured it for nearly seven years, but he only endured it for seven months, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

Another half a month has passed since that exchange of wish bottles.

Bai Hui's contract with the theater is about to expire. Recently, people from the leadership level have always come to him for an interview, wanting to renew his contract.Bai Hui hasn't figured out his next step yet, so he can only listen to the other party's intentions patiently, and then politely respond that he needs to think about it.

After the rehearsal, as usual, he took away some letters from the audience from the mail room of the theater. Because the car called by his mobile phone hadn't arrived yet, Bai Hui stood by the side of the road and opened the letters one by one.

When he opened a blue envelope, his heart suddenly tightened for no reason.It's a heavy-touch paper with an embossed obscuration that's more refined than typical envelopes.The handwriting on it is not like a woman's handwriting, nor is it the fluency and proficiency that someone who has written Chinese for many years should have.

Bai Hui slowly tore off the seal, and pulled out the only card inside.

The double-layer paper card printed with the image of the robot Wall-E exudes a woody fragrance, with a touch of light and expensive taste.After opening it, a line of words written in blue and black ink was revealed on the milky white base paper.

——Hui Er, I was wrong.

The traffic around seemed to subside at once, Bai Hui stared blankly at those five words, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He never thought that Zhou Langye would apologize.Even though it wouldn't change anything, he really, never had the luxury of thinking about it.

It was such a card that Bai Hui received almost every day from this day on.

He was certain that Zhou Langye knew his new address in the capital, and he must also know that he had changed his mobile phone number.But Zhou Langye became cautious, and only dared to send letters to a more public address, which always contained the same words, "Hui Er, I was wrong."

Sometimes a sentence is added at the end, "forgive me", or "give me another chance".

Many years ago, Bai Hui also wrote many e-cards to Zhou Langye's mailbox, hoping to say happy holidays and happy birthday to him, but he never got any response.

Time seems to have entered a distorted wormhole, resetting and reversing everything, like a long shot back to the starting point.

No matter if it was true or not, Bai Hui didn't want to watch it anymore, but Zhou Langye began to repent and try to persuade him to stay.

After sending the cards like this for more than ten days, Bai Hui finally met Zhou Langye in the evening at the end of July, downstairs in his rented apartment.

The meeting came without warning, but it didn't surprise Bai Hui either.

Zhou Langye lost weight, obviously.This is his first reaction.

Zhou Langye didn't know how long he had been waiting here. The moment he saw Bai Hui, his eyes suddenly shone.

The outline of his brows and eyes became more handsome and deep because of his thinness, the brow bone and the bridge of the nose followed the traces of light and shadow, but the end of his eyes showed tiredness that could not be concealed.

Bai Hui felt uncomfortable, but he didn't want to see him again and again, so he simply ignored him and walked straight into the building past him.

Zhou Langye immediately followed. There were other people present in the elevator room directly opposite the door, so Bai Hui couldn't get angry for a while.

When the neighbors went up first, Bai Hui didn't press the button, apparently because he didn't want to lead Zhou Langye into the elevator.He said calmly, "Don't come again, I don't welcome you here."

Zhou Langye was wearing a shirt and trousers, and his leather shoes were shiny.On such a sweltering day, he still cleaned himself up properly, in order to give Bai Hui a good impression.

And he is indeed good-looking. His dark clothes make him handsome and slender. With his head slightly lowered and his voice lowered, he said to Bai Hui the words he had written countless times. .

"Hui'er, I was wrong."

Seeing that several residents were about to enter outside the building, Bai Hui couldn't see him humiliating in public like this, so he had no choice but to press the up button, and the door of an elevator next to him opened just in time.When Bai Hui turned and walked in, Zhou Langye followed behind him again.

The elevator climbed to the twelfth floor, and the atmosphere in the elevator where only the two of them were together was oppressive and stagnant.

Bai Hui stood in the corner, Zhou Langye was half a step away from him.

Bai Hui looked down at the floor of the car, but Zhou Langye looked at him.

After less than half a minute, they came out of the elevator.There was no one else on this floor, and Bai Hui didn't want to go to his house anymore, so he stood at the elevator entrance and said, "Go back. This is meaningless."

Zhou Langye did not leave, his thin lips were pursed, his face was pale, and his voice even pleaded, "I know I was wrong...Hui Er, give me a few minutes, let me apologize to you."

As he said that, seeing Bai Hui's unmoved appearance, he was a little flustered again, and stretched out his hands to hold Bai Hui's shoulders, trying to buy himself some time.

The enclosed space with no one and Zhou Langye's out-of-control force brought Bai Hui back to the fear of being restrained and suppressed in the past.He began to resist and struggle, his eyes suddenly darkened.Zhou Langye didn't have time to realize his behavior of crossing the boundary, and before he could let go of him, he slapped him hard on the face.

The author says:

Although it was too late, Xiao Zhou always knew his mistake