Scum smell

While Ji Yao packed his things, Yu Siyuan sat quietly on the sofa, holding a can of beer expressionlessly, and poured it into his mouth.

His vision was very empty, like a ghost wandering in the world, floating around, but never fell on Guo Ji Yao again.

Jiang Qiutong still didn't come in, and made a gesture of non-interference, staying on the balcony to bask in the moonlight.

Ji Yao bent down and pulled out a ribbon from the corner - it was tied on the cake that Yu Siyuan suddenly refused to sleep in the middle of the night last night because he wanted to celebrate, so he called to rush to order.

At that time, Yu Siyuan tied the ribbon around his neck, put cream on his body, pointed at himself with a smile and asked Ji Yao: "Do you want to unwrap the present?"

But today, Ji Yao used this beautiful ribbon to tie up his pile of clothes and the miscellaneous things wrapped in them, and put them at the door.

Some of these things are the clothes he put on Yu Siyuan when he came here in the past, some are gadgets he bought casually, and there are daily necessities that represent traces of his existence...

Ji Yao packed them together, and after making sure they wouldn't fall apart, he carried the backpack he had when he came this time.

Yu Siyuan was finally willing to give him a look: "Are you going to carry such a bag? Although we broke up, I'm not stingy with a suitcase—or I can ask someone to send it to you tomorrow."

As he spoke, he snorted again: "...as long as you give me the correct identity information."

Ji Yao pretended not to hear the sarcasm in his words, shook his head upon hearing the words, and explained to him politely: "These are rubbish to be thrown away, so there is no need to waste another box - anyway, I can't take them away, keep them with you It’s an eyesore, so it’s better for me to throw it away.”

The muscles on Yu Siyuan's face twitched uncontrollably, his heart also throbbed, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he said indifferently, "It's up to you."

Ji Yao stood at the door with a backpack and "garbage" on his back, opened the door, but hesitated for a while, and did not leave directly.

Yu Siyuan said impatiently, "What else?"

Ji Yao's toes circled unconsciously: "I'm leaving."

Yu Siyuan didn't even respond.

Ji Yao didn't say any more, and walked out of the gate.However, at the moment when he turned around and closed the door, he hesitated for a moment, and said something extra: "You can't drink mixed wine - just now I drank red and beer, be careful and get a headache later."

This sentence is so familiar, it is exactly the same as what Jiang Qiutong said when he entered the door just now.This is an exhortation that only those who care about him, cherish him, and care about him will say.

If Ji Yao is really just playing for fun as he said, why did he go out of his way to treat him so well! ?

But if Ji Yao really liked him, why would he do such a thing! ?

Yu Siyuan's suppressed emotions finally broke through. With red eyes, he threw the freshly brewed beer on the ground and roared angrily: "—Get out!!!!!!"

The wine spilled out, water droplets splashed all over, and hit Yu Siyuan's body, the soda can wobbled and rolled a long way.

The door was closed quietly, and Ji Yao left without a sound.

Yu Siyuan panted heavily, and after a long time, he leaned back exhausted and fell on the sofa.

A strong hand suddenly reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up from the sofa: "Don't lie on the sofa, go to the bedroom to sleep."

It was Jiang Qiutong who had already entered the living room.

Yu Siyuan slumped quietly for a while, and when Jiang Qiutong frowned impatiently about to urge him again, he suddenly looked up at his cousin: "Brother, let's go to the bar together."

Jiang Qiutong was expressionless: "You have drunk enough today."

"But..." Yu Siyuan raised his hand, wiped his slumped face, and said with a wry smile: "Speaking of a wolf-hearted thing--if we don't take advantage of this energy to talk about it today, brother, I'm afraid that in the future I will I dare not mention it again, and then I have a heart for you."

"........."

Jiang Qiutong took a long, deep breath.

He didn't speak, just took off his glasses, and pressed the center of his eyebrows - Yu Siyuan knew that for this cold man, this gesture represented exhaustion that was close to showing weakness.

This exhaustion was only within a few seconds. After he opened his eyes, his eyes were still sharp and cold, and then he stepped straight out of the door and walked out first.

Ji Yao went downstairs in a daze, and when he walked out of the stairs, he remembered that the trash hadn't been thrown away.He is a little out of his mind now, and can't help but think about whether to go back to Yu Siyuan's building and throw away the garbage, or take it all the way home to throw it away...

Oh yes, speaking of which, why did you come home?I can't walk... Can I get there by taxi?

While thinking aimlessly, he walked straight forward.

"Are you a wandering soul?" A familiar voice suddenly stopped him, full of impatience.

Ji Yao was taken aback for a moment, then turned around in disbelief, and saw a man with a plaster cast sitting on the bench he had just passed by.

...Zhang He.

Why is he here?

Ji Yao's head, which was almost muddled, was completely frozen at this moment. He stared at Zhang He, and after a few seconds, he managed to collect his thoughts and picked out the most important question: "Drag a broken leg all the way? Come here, are you fucking okay?"

Zhang He's eyebrows twitched, his eyes narrowed, and his lips curled up in a smile: "How do you talk?"

Rao Ji Yao, who was almost mentally retarded at this moment, also felt the danger, and was numb again: "Are you okay."

After speaking, he handed Zhang He a hand.

Zhang He supported his hands to stand up, leaning on crutches, and walked forward hop by hop, he said angrily: "If you don't die a little, I'll be fine."

Ji Yao pursed her lips, amused: "Look at your sad face, do you want me to carry you?"

Zhang He pushed him: "Get rolling."

"I'm serious," he walked up to Fa Xiao, bent over and squatted down, "come up, I'll carry you on my back."

Zhang He didn't want to take advantage of the bastard, Zhang He didn't bother to argue with him, so he lay down on him like a gentleman—this guy was a bit shorter than himself, and he had to breathe after taking a few steps, so he would taunt him when the time came.

But Ji Yao carried his back very steadily and calmly, he even smiled leisurely: "How did you find me?"

Zhang He pointed to his watch: "You have a location on the inside and outside. I went to your Taobao and found Yu Siyuan's address. Once the two were combined, I found it."

"Yo, pretty smart."

Ji Yao whistled, but he didn't ask Zhang He, who was half-limping, how he got to the airport, whether he fell down, how to find the toilet when he was urgent to urinate, and whether he was in this complicated neighborhood after coming all the way. get lost.

He just rolled his eyes and asked his friend with a smile: "How long have you been waiting? Why don't you call me? Are you so concerned about me?"

Zhang He originally wanted to answer honestly, but before he could open his mouth, he felt the muffled and uncontrollable vibrations coming from Ji Yao's chest from the chest close to Ji Yao's back.

This guy is snickering!

Zhang He was angry, his hands were occupied, so he couldn't help but bumped Ji Yao's back of the head with his head.Ji Yao staggered, his body swayed, and he knelt down on one knee—Hao Xuan still remembered to help Zhang He, otherwise he would have to throw him out.

Zhang He was also frightened, he limped around in front of Ji Yao, bent down, and reached out to break Ji Yao's drooping head: "What's wrong with you?"

Ji Yao didn't speak, still lowered his head.

Zhang He became anxious, and stretched out his hand to pinch Ji Yao's chin: "What's wrong with you!"

"--Wow!!!!"

Ji Yao suddenly raised his head, stretched his fingers, and made a grimace with fangs and claws, "Is it a surprise? Is it exciting? Is it a surprise?"

Zhang He: "..."

He sighed tiredly, resisting the urge to push the retarded man to the ground and beat him up, leaning on crutches, he took the lead and walked forward step by step.

Ji Yao pursed her lips: "Aren't you fucking waiting for me?"

You fucking want me to be crippled?

Zhang He ignored his unreasonable trouble at all, and said with a slumped face: "I will sleep with you tonight."

Ji Yao laughed: "You are a fucking married man, do you want Xu Yeye to beat you for being so greasy?"

Zhang He snorted coldly: "Then you get out?"

Ji Yao raised his hands and smiled flatteringly.

Zhang He glanced, a little strange: "Where's the bag you're carrying?"

"I passed a trash can just now and threw it away."

"You prodigal son."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ji Yao was chatting and laughing with Zhang He with a smile on his face. Just when he thought that the illusion of knowing well would last until they returned home, Zhang He suddenly asked, "They didn't wrong you, did they?"

Ji Yao's footsteps stopped, his whole heart was sore and astringent by this unexpected question, and his heart was completely soft.

Zhang He dragged a leg that had been casted, and ran over thousands of miles, travel-stained, because he was afraid of going to the toilet, he didn't even take a sip of water, so he just waited downstairs in Yu Siyuan for him to come out, the reason was just that One sentence.

——Have you been wronged?

The pause is only a moment.The corners of his lips curled up, and he continued to walk briskly, smiling triumphantly and arrogantly: "How could I be wronged, but the two of them were wronged terribly."

Zhang He glanced down at him, said nothing, stretched out his long arms, pressed the man roughly on his shoulder, and said concisely: "Cry."

Ji Yao was pressed into his sweat-soaked arms by him, and she froze for a moment.

Zhang He looked down at Ji Yao's hair, and suddenly showed a rare, flower-like smile.

A pair of dimples bloomed on his lips, sweet and deep.

He raised his callused hand from years of playing, touched the opponent's head, and said softly, "I'm very proud."

Ji Yao closed his eyes, relaxed his tense body as if giving up resistance, stretched out his fingers, and quietly hooked the corner of his clothes.

Behind them, there are two figures side by side in the distance.

Yu Siyuan laughed at himself: "But it's so damn eye-catching... Let's go another way."

Jiang Qiutong reached out and pressed his shoulder—this was Jiang's indifferent style of comfort: "Okay."

They went to the tavern they used to go to again, and just like last time, a white mist steamed up, separating their faces.

Yu Siyuan picked up a chopstick of beef for his cousin: "I must have had a stomach ache from that meal tonight, so make up for it now."

Jiang Qiutong had nothing to say, filled Yu Siyuan's glass with wine, and said concisely: "Drink."

It was already 02:30 in the morning after the two of them finished their supper and drank wine.

Yu Siyuan was so drunk that he couldn't walk straight when he walked out the door. He took a few steps in a crooked manner and almost missed a tree.

Jiang Qiutong was still awake, and followed him not too far or too close. Seeing this, he pulled him quickly with a sharp hand, and managed to hold him up.

Yu Siyuan couldn't stand upright at all, and squatted limply on the ground with his strength.After a long while, holding his head, he suddenly uttered an extremely mournful cry, like a dying beast.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

The man who had been suppressed all night finally burst into tears with the help of alcohol.

He cried so embarrassingly, so miserable, without image and dignity, as if he had returned to many years ago, and became the little furry child who cried and rolled on the street because his elder brother refused to buy candy.

Jiang Qiutong stopped and stood where she was, and waited quietly for a long time, until the crying stopped, and then walked over unhurriedly.He looked down at the pile of things that were better than mud at best, and asked in a calm tone, "Can you still walk?"

The man smelled of alcohol, and buried his face in his hands. After a long time, he finally put out a smile that was uglier than crying: "...Brother."

Jiang Qiutong nodded slightly, his expression was still calm and indifferent, as if this matter had no effect on him.He bent down, and stretched out his hand to Yu Siyuan like he did every time: "Get up, brother will take you home."

Yu Siyuan's eyes were even redder, he stretched out his hand to hold that hand, his lips trembled, he smiled, tears flickered in his eyes: "Yes."