Scum smell

Wen Lin knew about Jiang Qiutong.

After the two of them broke up and reconciled like kindergarten children, Ji Yao confessed everything about his relationship to him, including that he was currently on two boats, and one of them was a teacher.

Wen Lin still couldn't accept this kind of behavior, and after the two of them were open and honest, he buried all his little thoughts about Ji Yao in his heart.He believes that most of the magic power of love comes from mystery, and beauty comes from distance. With Ji Yao's acquiescence, he got the secret of the other party. These unpleasant experiences will make those secret feelings like mites exposed to ultraviolet rays. Same, was killed cleanly.

Both he and Ji Yao believed that slowly, he would have no feelings for Ji Yao, and would become the other's real good friend, good brother.

However, when this man really stood in front of him and said that he was Ji Yao's boyfriend with reservation and coldness, Wen Lin still felt extremely strong, intense, bitter, and extremely frustrated and ashamed.

Not reconciled...not reconciled to being out like this, not reconciled to not getting a result, not reconciled to another man, in front of him, pointing at the person he loves, and braggingly saying, I am his boyfriend.

It's embarrassing... I miss someone so much, I can't let go, I know that the other person has no intentions, and I know that the other person is no longer single, but I still think, read, and remember like this, as if I am looking forward to... I still have a little Like hope.

Humiliation... To be looked down upon by a rival in love, as if to see through all the dirty thoughts in my heart, to be caught in public for my wrongdoing, to be ridiculed, but there is no way to refute it.

Wen Lin's heart was almost bleeding.

Ji Yao's waist was right under his palm, submissively, dependently, and defenselessly pressed against his palm.As long as he wants, he can pull Ji Yao over, hold him tightly in his arms, kiss him, touch him, even tear his clothes off in front of that man, and completely possess him.

This idea was so tempting that Wen Lin endured it again and again, and did not put it into action.His hands were still very steady and regular, without any trembling, and they were not placed where they shouldn't be.

Ji Yao smiled awkwardly, and he explained to Jiang Qiutong seriously: "You really misunderstood, believe me, Wen Lin is just worried about me, and is helping me check the injury."

Standing at the door, Jiang Qiutong squinted his eyes to observe Ji Yao's expression, and was shocked to find that this silly roe deer actually believed it!

He actually believed that Wen Lin put him in this position, lifted his clothes, rubbed his skin, and checked his body!

Is he a chick?

Is he an innocent junior high school girl?

...No, no, the middle school girls don't believe it either.

As a man who has been in love for a long time and is well versed in sensuality, why does he feel that another young and vigorous man who has begged him for many years has no evil intentions when he makes physical contact with him?

Jiang Qiutong almost wondered if Ji Yao had a kind of stupid disease, which occurred indirectly, and the target of the attack was only Zhang He—probably now there is another Wen Lin, the symptom is that he believes everything the other party says!

Jiang Qiutong almost laughed out loud. He forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart and asked, "Does Wen Lin major in medicine? Do you know the distribution of human muscles and the treatment of soft tissue injuries? Do you know how to classify injuries?"

Every time he asked a question, Wen Lin's expression turned ugly.In the end, Jiang Qiutong simply summed up the KO with one sentence: "I don't know anything, how can I check? Thank you for your kindness, but no need."

Wen Lin endured and endured, but did not go back.In fact, he knows that he is not a medical major, but he plays basketball all year round and is often injured. He knows the basic medical knowledge and physiological knowledge very clearly.

But he didn't have to.Jiang Qiutong doesn't care what he said, and the defense will only make him more naive and ignorant, because Jiang Qiutong is Ji Yao's boyfriend, and he has good reasons to question someone who has physical contact with Ji Yao and has a heart for Ji Yao Unruly people.

Arguing with Jiang Qiutong will make Ji Yao even more embarrassed and embarrassing.

This is what he doesn't want to see.Otherwise—otherwise—

Wen Lin closed his eyes, and the throbbing veins on his forehead and neck slowly calmed down. He took a deep look at Ji Yao, and then let go of his hand.

— no otherwise.

He took a long breath, stood up, and bowed his head deeply to Jiang Qiutong.

Wen Lin is a well-educated, reserved and calm person.

Such a dignified posture from the bottom of his heart has been cultivated with innumerable resources—money can be obtained or cannot be exchanged—from childhood to adulthood.He is very low-key, he doesn't like to show off his wealth, he doesn't like to hug others, he treats people gently and meticulously, he seems to have no temper, but he has his own pride.

He loves Ji Yao, but he is unwilling to accept Ji Yao.

He wanted Ji Yao to love him, but he didn't want Ji Yao's cheap affection.

He is proud.

But now, Wen Lin, who was no less proud than Jiang Qiutong, swallowed the humiliating interrogation and bowed his head to another man so that Ji Yao would not be embarrassed.

His complexion is fair, his hair is black, and his spine is straight.When he apologized, the exposed part of the back of his neck was wrapped in white skin, revealing the bones inside.

It turns out that good-looking people are so good-looking when they bow their heads to others.

Both Ji Yao and Jiang Qiutong were stunned.

Just listen to this handsome and calm young man—no, a man—say very slowly: "I'm sorry... I was rude."

Every word was like a piece of charcoal, burning his throat, scalding all the way down the esophagus, burning his internal organs to pieces, and scalding him into a dumb with a beautiful appearance and bloody flesh inside.

The pain gnawed at his heart, and he could barely speak, see, or hear.In this extreme humiliation and pain, he still had strength, smiled at Ji Yao, and then prepared to walk away.

His smile is very light and peaceful, as always, just like his name, like warm wind and drizzle, like spring rain.Ji Yao's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously clenched his wrist.

"?" Wen Lin gave him a questioning look.

Ji Yao didn't answer, but said to Jiang Qiutong: "Brother Jiang, Wen Lin seems to be a little bit wrong...can you let us talk first? Just for a while—we really have nothing—you don't believe me, and you don't believe Wen Lin Well?"

He sincerely believed in Wen Lin's character, but he firmly believed in his own scum essence, so his mind was muddled, and he made a ridiculous comparison.

Jiang Qiutong looked at him incredulously, thinking that this silly roe deer might be a demon.But since I have successfully defended my sovereignty, it’s okay to be a little more magnanimous, so I simply nodded, went out slowly, ran to the doctor to ask Ji Yao about his injuries, and calmed down by the way. The heartbeat soared by fright and anger stopped.

When he came back, Wen Lin had already left, and Ji Yao was the only one left in the room, sitting on the bed in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

He didn't know what they talked about just now, Ji Yao didn't seem to want to say it, but he cared a lot.

So Teacher Jiang became a little jealous again.

He put his hands in his pockets, and asked in a mocking tone that he only knew and couldn't tell if he didn't feel it carefully: "Didn't you tell me that you broke up with Wen Lin?"

Tsk, this sour and jealous tone.

Jiang Qiutong was a little bit ashamed of himself for following a hairy kid to compete for the limelight—the point was that he was still a little complacent. Although Ji Yao could only hear the full desire for control, he was extremely dissatisfied with the little bit of emotion he leaked.

Ji Yao was extremely exhausted, he felt very uncomfortable now, he had an unprecedented, heavy feeling, he guessed, this was called guilt.

He arched his body, buried his face in his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "It was really broken at the time, and I didn't coax you, but later—after all these years."

After all these years.

Yes, when Jiang Qiutong met Ji Yao, they were 32 and 21. There have been so many years between them, and they knew each other so late, so late. They kept silent about each other's past, but Jiang Qiutong eagerly, Anxiously curious about everything about Ji Yao.

He wants to know all the past of the other party, what kind of experience has created such a contradictory body of fragility and tenacity, shyness and profligacy, innocence and cunning.

Such curiosity tormented his heart, making him almost jealous of those who participated in Ji Yao's past life.

Zhang He, Xu Yeye, Wen Lin...

What's even more ridiculous is that with a heart as hard as Ji Yao, he is actually an incredibly nostalgic person.He said he was disgusted, but he protected those people under his wings, and he would fight desperately with anyone who dared to move.

trust.care.Love heavy.They easily had what Jiang Qiutong dreamed of.

His desire to possess is increasing day by day, and his desire to control is like a shadow. He should be tough to the end, but he is helpless against Ji Yao.

But now, Ji Yao told him lightly that he and Wen Lin couldn't break up because of so many years.

Violence grew from the bottom of his heart, and Jiang Qiutong was already familiar with this new emotion. He wanted to slap Ji Yao on his leg, but he endured it and restrained it.

He walked over, dragged the chair to the head of the bed, sat next to Ji Yao, and began to peel apples.Ji Yao didn't speak, and neither did he. He finished peeling the apple in silence, cut half of it and handed it to Ji Yao, before he said, "I'm not happy with you like this."

Ji Yao had a headache, he had indeed lied to Jiang Qiutong, and flirted with Yu Siyuan behind his back, but for Wen Lin, he really had a clear conscience.

"If you want me to completely cut off contact with Wen Lin, sorry, I really can't do it."

Jiang Qiutong was not surprised.He has been smart since he was a child, he has always been very knowledgeable about current affairs, and he knows how much he weighs. He is not as good as Ji Yao's group of friends. Really, he has no, no, surprise, or surprise.

But people are so cheap, they clearly know that they can't be compared, but they still can't help but compare.

What if?What if he feels wrong?What if Ji Yao actually likes him a little bit?

While he put himself under the microscope and dissected it clearly, he couldn't control his mouth. He heard himself make a very clear voice: "I remember, you hate trouble. After breaking up, you have broken up with your ex. Clean."

The subtext is, are you breaking everything cleanly? Why is there no Wen Lin, including me.

Ji Yao didn't notice Teacher Jiang's hidden vigilance, his words were like a huge sword, pressing down heavily from the air, smashing all the luck of the man: "He is different from you."

You see, this is cheap.

Jiang Qiutong taunted herself coldly, but couldn't help but ask, "What's the difference?"

He is just a friend?And he is his lover?

lucky.lucky.Another fluke.

Ji Yao didn't even blink: "He is more important than you."

"........."

Jiang Qiutong was dumbfounded.

A faint coolness flowed down the blood vessels and poured into the heart.

The feeling was the same as before, still not so fast, not so cold, not so intense, just like the spring water pouring into the lake in the night, neither fast nor slow, but it made Jiang Qiutong completely cool.

It's not very cold, it's not uncomfortable, it's just... cold.

On the contrary, there was an inexplicable enthusiasm, but it surged into his eyes, and there was something that was almost ready to come out.What kind of taste is this? He has never encountered it before, but it is not that he does not understand it.

... This feeling is quite fresh, and it is a new feeling that he has never experienced before.

Well, well, well, really good.

Jiang Qiutong closed his eyes, raised his hand to cover Ji Yao's eyes, and blinked away the tears that he himself found ridiculous and surprised.

Ji Yao was a little dazed, he was obviously lowering his head and was concentrating on eating apples, but for some reason, he provoked this master again.

In the darkness, only listening to the other party's faintly cool voice, as always, calm and relaxed, as if winning the ticket.

"The bet I made before, if I win, I think about what the bet is."

"I want you to like me and think only of me."

Ji Yao blinked and smiled, a little smugly, but also a little tolerant.

He thought, Jiang Qiutong really has a glass heart made of ice and snow. He doesn't touch anything and has no popularity. After living for so long, he can't even understand the word "can't help himself". Exam out.

He suddenly felt that Jiang Qiutong's unusual stubbornness and innocence were a little cute.This person doesn't like him, stays with him out of curiosity and control, and wants more.

Like a paranoid little kid.

So fine.

He took pleasure in playing with people's hearts, but just now he suddenly realized that people's hearts are not plasticine in his hands, they have weight and feelings, and they weigh heavily on him, making him suddenly a little out of breath.

Probably like Jiang Qiutong, always proud, always indifferent, always extreme and stubborn, that's the best.

"Jiang Qiutong." Ji Yao read his name, like a man of mortals who has experienced wind and rain, calling a young man who is ignorant of the world, "This is impossible."

He said with a smile.

"I'm really confident—maybe you will agree someday." He heard Jiang Qiutong's voice ringing in his ears, still with the usual indifference, but with a hint of a smile, as if condescending and joking.

Tsk tsk tsk, what a scumbag... not only wants my body, but also wants my heart.

It was rare for Ji Yao not to feel disgusted by the other party's attitude, he sighed in his heart, and justifiably ignored that he was also a scumbag.

He shook his head, but that hand still firmly covered his eyes.He was angry and laughed, and felt that Jiang Qiutong was extremely naive, so he changed his face again, and smiled coquettishly at the other party: "It's absolutely impossible!"

Jiang Qiutong closed his eyes with a cold expression.

"forever?"

When Ji Yao heard him ask, his tone was rare and harsh, with the displeasure of those who rebel against me will die.

In the silent ward, only Ji Yao categorically said: "Forever."

How great.

Jiang Qiutong stared at Ji Yao's face with his eyes covered, thinking lightly.

How good, no tears came.

brain hole.

Mr. Jiang is a talented person, but he doesn't write poems.

He said that young people don't know how to feel sad, and they force their sorrows in order to write new words. He doesn't know love, hate, and hatred, so he doesn't make poems to make people laugh.

Later, Master Jiang shocked the whole capital with a landscape poem.The poem only depicts the beauty of the autumn landscape, and the words are restrained and plain, but it makes people feel sour and almost weeping for no reason.

My friend wondered, and asked if you don't know love and sorrow.

He said lightly, now he understands.

The friend asked again, what was it like.

Mr. Jiang rubbed the envelope in his hand - there was a letter to be sent to his father - he planned to evict himself, give up all the glory brought to him by his surname, enter the palace, share men with his brother, and be a scolded man. ban.

He handed the letter to the messenger and asked him to deliver it to his father who had returned home.Watching the messenger go away, everything will never return, he looked away, seeing his friend still staring at him, wanting an answer.

What does it feel like?

Sour, astringent, bitter and spicy, as sweet as candy.