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Wen Changling felt that he was lying on his back in a small boat, the water waves dragged the boat afloat, rippling, and the sun dappled above his head.

Suddenly the sun disappeared and the shadows fell. He opened his eyes suspiciously, but saw Zhu Nanjiang's pale face, crying and laughing for a while, not knowing what he was talking about.

He thought he was noisy, so he closed his eyes again.The world suddenly became quiet, and at the end of the sky there was faint sunlight again.

After an unknown amount of time, the boat shook heavily, and Wen Changling opened his eyes in dizziness, but this time what he saw was the chandelier on the ceiling.

All perception slowly returned to its original position.The body was trapped in the soft and fluffy quilt, and the bare skin was wrapped, and the slightest movement brought a burst of numbness.

There was a fishy-sweet obscenity in the air, and he thought of the touch of that person against his chest last night, like fine waves rolling over the sand, and the spring breeze blowing the branches and leaves.

Then he remembered everything, how he hugged him tightly, pressed the weak struggle, and entered him.He thought he was in a dream, and he did something absurd by relying on his instincts. Now that he woke up from the dream, he realized that it was not a dream.

Zhu Nanjiang was sitting in the living room drinking, there was a chimney and two empty wine bottles on the coffee table.Hearing the sound of the man going downstairs, he turned around with a misty smile on his face: "Brother, are you awake?"

Wen Changling walked to the table, only then did he see his glasses beside the chimney.

"……I'm leaving."

"Brother, I have prepared breakfast for you."

"No, I'm leaving now."

"I send you."

Wen Changling put on his glasses and silently looked at the young man in front of him.

Zhu Nanjiang had already changed into a dark gray nightgown with a wide open neckline, revealing a frighteningly white skin.But there are still a few red marks on the chest, half hidden and half visible under the silk fabric, making the white look whiter and the red redder.

"Why do this?"

"What?" Zhu Nanjiang smiled and stood up from the sofa with half a cigar in his hand.

Alcohol made his lips tinge with blood, and it also made him laugh blatantly, go crazy, and walk frivolously.

"Let me ask you, why did you do this?" Wen Changling almost gritted his teeth.

Everything is messed up.He originally wanted to cut through the mess with a sharp knife, but before he could use the knife, it wrapped around him so tightly and tightly, even if it was burned now, it had already left traces all over his body.

He didn't know whether he should hate this mess, or he should hate himself for not wanting to use the knife for so long.

"Brother, you were drunk yesterday." Zhu Nanjiang leaned sideways on the back of the sofa, a snow-white calf under the nightgown swayed slightly, "I let you sleep all night, we slept on the same bed, I didn't hold back."

"I'm drunk, are you drunk too?"

"I'm not drunk, I love you, you know How can I bear it?"

"Shut up!" Wen Changling waved his hands out of control and grabbed his skirt, "Do you think I'll be happy to see you humiliate yourself?!"

Zhu Nanjiang staggered and dropped the cigar in his hand, but his face was still smiling: "Practice? What you love and I wish, how can it be considered as a practice?"

Wen Changling seldom lost his composure in front of others, but this southern border made him feel strange and uneasy.He would rather the other party act pitifully, or blame himself instead, then he might be able to feel more at ease.But the other party just didn't care, and the frivolous words were spoken in a nonchalant tone, provoking his nerves like steel needles.

"You're drunk, stop drinking."

"It's you who are drunk, not me. If this is considered drunk, then I have never been sober."

"I'm drunk, but I know what I did... Nanjiang, please let me calm down, we must have a good talk."

"Don't talk about it, brother." Zhu Nanjiang raised his arm and pressed his fiery palm on the cold back of his hand, "If you don't like it, just forget it. If you forget it, it means that it doesn't exist."

Wen Changling let go of his hand as if he was scalded.

forget?How can this be forgotten?Nanjiang couldn't tell the truth about him, and even he himself was completely messed up in the past night, how can he just "forget" to clean up!

Zhu Nanjiang lost his support, raised his head and took half a step back as if he was exhausted, but fortunately, the sofa blocked him and did not fall down.After standing still, he lowered his head and straightened the front of his nightgown: "I'll send someone to see you off."

Wen Changling saw that his complexion was horribly pale, only his cheeks and the corners of his eyes were slightly red from the alcohol.

"I'll go by myself."

Suppressing the panic in his heart, he turned and walked towards the entrance.Pushing open the door, the sunshine outside was just right, but his breath was cold, as if all the heat had been exhausted last night.

Seeing Wen Changling disappear from sight, Zhu Nanjiang indifferently continued to pack his nightgown, untied the loose belt and tied it into a slipknot again.

Leaning over on the sofa, he actually felt very relaxed.There is no never-ending banquet in the world, but even if they break up, they are still together.

The wound under the body is still throbbing, it was cleaned just this morning, and now it is sticky and greasy, and it may be bleeding again.It was the pain brought to him by his brother, and everything in his body has traces of his brother from now on.

In the face of Wen Changling, he no longer needs to be timid and hide his tail, because in the eyes of the other party, he is hopeless.There is no need to deliberately conceal lust, because it has already crossed the threshold.

He doesn't even have to clean himself up for this one-sided love anymore.He can get happiness from anyone, but he can only get pain from Wen Changling.Happiness is cheap, but pain is hard to come by. This is his love for his brother, and it is a small paradise that his brother has opened up in his heart.

With this pain, even if he never gets a response, he can continue to love contentedly.

Just now, the cigar fell on the ground, scalding a black spot on the light brown wool carpet.Zhu Nanjiang picked up the cigar and sucked it into his mouth, and found that it was completely extinguished.

He wanted to take another cigarette to smoke, but unfortunately the pipe was too far away.At this time, an arm stretched out diagonally from the top of the head, and he took out a cigarette and lit it and handed it to him.

"Well……"

Zhu Nanjiang caught the cigarette, twisted his sore bones and turned over, the wound was squeezed and throbbing.He groaned undisguisedly, and took two deep puffs of the cigarette until the pain subsided.

The blind man was supposed to be watering the flowers in the yard. I don't know when he returned to the living room, and I don't know if he heard the conversation between him and Wen Changling.

It doesn't matter if you hear it, the blind man is just a "thing", he can have no secrets with the blind man.

"I'm free..." he said to the void amidst the smog, "So what if I don't understand? So what if I'm far away? I can love him as much as I want."

"Unless you can really forget...the things you left behind are my pain and yours."

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