you don't love him anymore he loves you

Zhou Shike returned home, covered in moisture.

Zhou Shixun leaned on the sofa, lazily as if he had lost his bones, "Hey, did you get the trophy back?"

"Where's sister?" Zhou Shike remembered that she walked ahead.

"I took a document and went to the company." Zhou Shixun replied.

Zhou Shike nodded, "I'm going upstairs."

"Auntie roasted the leg of lamb, do you want to eat it?" Zhou Shixun was waiting for this. It was fresh lamb brought in by air. The sauce made by Auntie was delicious. Zhou Shixun also brought out two bottles of wine.

"Okay, call me later." Zhou Shike felt that this was still possible.

Zhou Shixun lowered his head and continued to play his own game, "Okay, you go up and change your clothes before you come down, Yang Xiao is going to pick up Yang Shangchen, and he will be there later."

When Zhou Shike returned to the room, he only turned on the wall lamp to make the room less dim.

He took out the red envelope that Fu Simian had given him from his pocket, and opened it slowly with his eyes downcast, his eyelashes cast a thin layer of shadow under his eyes.

It was all banknotes.

Zhou Shike's breathing stagnates.

Scenes that I thought had long since melted away in time reappeared before my eyes.

"Brother, if I win a prize, you can give me a red envelope, big ones, and cash, you know?"

"Ah."

"Don't you find it troublesome?"

"will not."

At that time, he always felt that Fu Simian was cold. Even now, when Zhou Shike recalled the past, Fu Simian was still cold. The harm he caused to himself cannot be erased.

Zhou Shike thought that he never took his words to heart.

His cell phone rang, and Zhou Shike took out the cell phone from his pocket with stiff fingers.

It was the message from Zhao Xu.

[Ah Ke, Mr. Fu took the money in the red envelope by himself from the bank. He didn't ask me to help. He probably stuffed it in one by one by himself. During this time, Mr. Fu was very sad, compared to when you just broke up. It's still sad at that time, it doesn't matter if you hate him or me, think about it, think about it, do you want to give him another chance. ]

Zhou Shike deleted the message expressionlessly, and threw the phone aside.

A banknote on the table flew away from the corner of the clothes, and a neatly folded white paper was exposed underneath.

Zhou Shike stood there for a few seconds, then reached out and took the white paper.

It was a few lines, handwritten, and it probably couldn't be anyone else except Fu Simian.

Zhou Shike could recognize Fu Simian's handwriting at a glance, and it hasn't changed much since college.

——Zhou Shike, it has been raining for a long time in Beicheng recently. I remember you said that you hate Jiangcheng because it was rainy in Jiangcheng. In those few years, you were wronged. Recently, I always think about the past, sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. I’m afraid that one day, I can’t remember clearly, I forget, and you still refuse to forgive me, I always want to do something for you, but I find that you don’t lack anything, and everything I do seems superfluous, Don't do it, I'm afraid you really forget me.

——I'm sorry, I didn't know until now that I love you so much.

The last few strokes were written very heavily, heavier than the previous words, and the pen and ink penetrated the paper and got to the back.

Zhou Shike leaned against the door and read these few lines expressionlessly for a long time, his heart was completely calm, almost numb.

But as soon as he blinked, the tears fell, and once they fell, they couldn't stop like opening a gate.

His biggest expectation at that time was to hear a sincere and affectionate "I love you" from Fu Simian's mouth, instead of perfunctory "um, love you" and "um, like you".

Now he heard and saw it, but he wasn't as happy as he imagined.

It would be better to see Fu Simian in pain.

Fu Simian can be in pain, go bankrupt, or even die, all of which are better than his repentance, but by accident, late, it will always make people feel regretful and painful.

After a long time, Zhou Shixun yelled from below, and the car lights in the yard shone in. Zhou Shike exhaled, crumpled up the note in his hand and threw it into the trash can without hesitation, changed his clothes and went downstairs up.

His eyes were red, and Zhou Shixun froze when he saw them.

"Don't you cry because you won the award?" Zhou Shixun couldn't think of Fu Simian.

"No." Zhou Shike's voice was also a little hoarse.

"All right, all right, go help auntie serve food, eat barbecue, roast lamb!" Zhou Shixun took the wine from the wine cabinet.

"Isn't that what Mommy drank?" Zhou Shike reminded him, "You also took the old man's treasure?"

Zhou Shixun opened it directly with a screwdriver, "What are you afraid of? Can you still kill me?"

Zhou Shike: "..."

"Anyway, when the time comes, I'll tell you that you drank it." Zhou Shike took the lettuce from his auntie and said without a trace of emotion.

Zhou Shixun was also very wolf-hearted, "I'll just say Yang Xiao opened it."

Yang Xiao put away the umbrella and was changing shoes, he bent over, "I said it was Yang Erkai's."

Yang Shangchen was well aware of the virtues of this family, and he continued, "Fang Ka opened it."

Fang Ka was stunned, for a moment, he pursed his lips, "Ke Ke!"

Hearing Fang Ka's voice, Zhou Shike glanced at the door, "Why are you here?" He also brought Quan Yan.

"I happened to be playing at Chen'er's house. Brother Yang Xiao came, so I came with him." Fang Ka's clothes are very well-dressed today, and the goose yellow thin woolen clothes make him look tender and beautiful.

Zhou Shike looked back and landed on Quan Yan behind him. The tall figure of the boy was standing at the door. Fang Ka threw him at the door and ignored him.

Zhou Shike washed his hands and walked over to take out a pair of shoes from the shoe cabinet and put them in front of him, "Sorry, Auntie is busy in the kitchen."

"It's okay." Quan Yan shook his head and said.

Zhou Shike didn't leave immediately. He stood in front of Quan Yan, glanced at Fang Ka who was walking around the dining table, and said in a low voice, "Fang Ka is ignorant, thank you for your hard work."

Quan Yan straightened up and looked at the one with lowered eyebrows.

"I like him very much, I don't find it hard." He spoke clearly and his tone was firm.

Zhou Shike returned to the restaurant and was hugged by Fang Ka.

He rubbed against Zhou Shike vigorously, "Can I sleep at your place tonight? I want to sleep with you."

"..."

Zhou Shixun came over, and he grabbed Fang Ka away, "You have a date, pay attention to keep a distance from San'er, are you moral?"

Zhou Shixun was a few years older than him, and he was Zhou Shike's elder brother. Fang Ka didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he sat down aggrievedly, and sat next to Quan Yan.

Yang Shangchen smoked on the small balcony on the first floor. The weather was suitable for smoking, and the smell dissipated quickly.

Zhou Shike walked over and took out the cigarette and lighter from his pocket, and lit one.

"Your brother will scold you when he sees it later." Yang Shangchen laughed.

"Didn't you also get beaten for your tattoo?" Zhou Shike quickly retorted, "My brother still kisses and hugs me when I have a tattoo."

"That's because he feels like you have suffered in Jiangcheng," Yang Shangchen said, "You can try only the birds now, you can see you can't be beaten."

Zhou Shike didn't speak, just lowered his head and just smoked.

Yang Shangchen felt something was wrong.

He pushed Zhou Shike, "What's the matter, are you still in a bad mood after winning the prize?"

"A little bit." Zhou Shike admitted honestly, "But it's not because he won an award."

The carelessness on Yang Shangchen's face gradually disappeared.

"Fu Simian?"

Zhou Shike didn't speak, the smoke was lingering, which made his expression look extraordinarily indifferent, so cold that even Yang Shangchen was shocked.

He didn't know since when, he felt that San'er had changed, and that kind of coldness was not found in many people in their 40s and [-]s.

"Just ignore him." Yang Shangchen lowered his head and thought for a while, "He does whatever he likes, so there's no need to waste energy by fighting with him every day."

"But it's the first time I've seen this kind of ex, why did you bite him to death and not let go?" Yang Shangchen thought it was funny again, the Patriarch of the Fu family, following him like a demon, sounded like a fantasy.

His mother wouldn't believe it, after all, Fu Simian was a child of someone else's family, and Zhou Shike was a demon king of someone else's family, and the two couldn't get along.

Zhou Shike finished smoking a cigarette very quickly, he put out the cigarette butt in Zhou Shixun's flower pot, and said lightly: "Let it be." It's not like anyone, no matter how you live, it's been decades.

It was time to eat, he patted Yang Shangchen on the shoulder, Yang Shangchen also put out the cigarette in Zhou Shixun's flower pot, the two of them turned around at the same time, looking at Zhou Shixun's dark eyes.

"Why don't you put cigarette butts in each other's mouths?" Zhou Shixun slapped each other.

Zhou Shike and Yang Shangchen looked at each other and ran away.

At two o'clock in the morning, the Zhou's restaurant was still bustling.

Zhou Shike leaned back in the chair, stepped on the footrest under the dining table with one foot, his eyes became dizzy from drinking.

They are talking about their childhood.

The elders in the family all know each other, and they all played together since childhood, but Zhou Shike, Zhou Shixun, and Yang Xiao are not in the same age group. At that time, Yang Xiao was the king of the older children, and he didn't disdain to play with the little ones. play together.

If you play any live-action shootout game, the heroes are played by Yang Xiao and his group, and the bandits are played by Zhou Shike and his gang. Zhou Shike is usually the leader of the bandits.

Zhou Shixun leaned on Yang Xiao's shoulder, "It will be lively when they are all married."

Yang Xiao was smoking a cigarette, squinting at the monkeys opposite him, "How can it be so easy?"

"Yang Er didn't get married because he wasted so much that my parents would recognize me back. That's why he didn't do business. Let's not talk about it on Wednesday. Who does he like? Then there is Fang Ka, this thing will have to be played off sooner or later." Yang Xiao squinted his long and narrow eyes, and said unhurriedly.

"To be honest, I think Fu Simian is pretty good." After Yang Xiao finished speaking, Zhou Shixun slapped him. He held the opponent's hand in his hand and played with it. "They have a relationship foundation and their family backgrounds are similar. Fu Simian felt guilty about Wednesday, and when we get along in the future, Wednesday will have the upper hand, and no matter what happens, we can turn over old scores and make him bow his head."

Zhou Shixun thought for a while, "You are more wicked."

"For business, anyway, I can't find anything I like on Wednesday, so it's better to find someone useful." Yang Xiao's words were not harsh.

He and Zhou Shixun were completely accidental. Although same-sex marriage is legal, there are a lot of people who do not accept homosexuality in China, especially those from rich families like them. The elders pointed at them to marry wives and have children to inherit the family business. Yang Xiao rolled up his bed and came to Zhou's house, only to be kicked out of the genealogy by Yang's family. Firstly, they felt that Yang Xiao was ashamed, and secondly, they thought he was useless.

For a person like Zhou Shike, when he is with someone he doesn’t like, he can’t play his own way like those who are married. It can be seen from his emotional experience since he was a child. Can't count on one hand.

Zhou Shixun peeled off his fingernails, "It's new, does it look good?"

"nice."

"Where is it beautiful?"

"..."

Zhou Shixun raised his hand and gave him another paw.

The rain stopped outside, Zhou Shike smelled the smoke on his body, and then looked at Ah Zhou lying at his feet with a look of lovelessness, he stood up and shook his body, "I'll take Ah Zhou out for a walk. "

Fang Ka also stood up, and was dragged down by Yang Shangchen, "San'er is going to eat shit, you have to follow?"

Zhou Shike was putting on his coat, and when he heard Yang Shangchen's words, he laughed and scolded, "Eat you."

It was early in the morning, and the tenants here were scattered, so they didn't tie Ah Zhou's dog on a leash. Ah Zhou was also obedient, and followed Zhou Shike step by step. Zhou Shike walked slowly, so did he.

Zhou Shike always ran on this road when he was a child.

There are not so many so-called rules in their family, and they are not from a scholarly family. In addition, they are young at home, and they don't have that much responsibility. After school, they chase each other on this road.

He sat down on the edge of the flower bed at the door, the house was too noisy, he wanted to be quiet.

Zhou Shike took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket.

Ah Zhou sat at its feet, saw him taking a cigarette, and stretched out his paws to grab him.

"You're sitting on the ground, your fur is wet, go back and wait for me to beat you." Zhou Shike looked down at it, Ah Zhou whined, and sat still, the ground was cool, and his butt was also cool.

He drank too much wine, his mind was not clear, and it took him a long time to light the cigarette before he lit it. Once the tobacco was in his mouth, he became even more dizzy.

Fu Simian just came back from the company.

After the annual stocktaking is over, he has to go back to the company to deal with the work. It's about this time. The street lights here are standing around, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime, except for those few corners that are dark.

Zhou Shike was in one of the corners. He was wearing a white down jacket, and the letters on the back were still reflective, so Fu Simian saw him.

His car parked at the gate of the community for a long time, and he didn't intend to disturb Zhou Shike at first, he was afraid that the other party would make a fuss again, until he saw Zhou Shike smoking one cigarette after another, endlessly there.

He just got out of the car and walked towards the other party.

When Zhou Shike heard the sound of closing the car door and turned his head belatedly to look over, Fu Simian had already come to him.

Before he could react, the cigarette in his hand was taken away.

Fu Simian's eyes were gentle, "Ah Ke, it's too late, go home early."

He didn't say those irritating bullshit, and he knew that saying those words would ruin this hard-won peace.

Zhou Shike narrowed his eyes and didn't react for a long time. After a while, he recognized the person and lowered his head weakly, "Why are you here?" He snatched the cigarette back from Fu Simian's hand by the way.

He smelled heavily of alcohol, and his speech was somewhat slurred.

Fu Simian's coat was a handmade cashmere coat, which was limited to purchase. He didn't think there was water on the flower bed, so he sat down next to Zhou Shike.

"You won the prize today, congratulations." Fu Simian said softly, fingers awkwardly grasping the fabric of the trousers at the knee.

It took Zhou Shike a long time before he hummed, "It was a waste of money, there is nothing to congratulate."

There was no words between the two of them for a while, Zhou Shike was very resistant to Fu Simian, even if he drank too much, he could still be indifferent to him.

"I read what you wrote to me." Zhou Shike's tone was flat.

Fu Simian looked at him, a little nervous, "You..."

"Fu Simian, do you regret it?" Zhou Shike laughed. He turned his head and looked at Fu Simian, his eyes were a little loose. He talked to Fu Simian by the subconscious deep in his mind, "It hurts, doesn't it?" ?”

Fu Simian's throat seemed to be blocked by a stone, he looked at Zhou Shike, unable to speak a word.

Zhou Shike slowly looked away.

The ground was still wet, and the lights shone on it, and they reflected the blurred vision of the night like a mirror.

"I'm sorry." Fu Simian's voice was very low. His voice was already cold, but when he softened to speak, it was particularly shocking.

It may be that he really put himself very low.

His lofty heights all collapsed and disappeared without a trace, at least not to Zhou Shike.

"I can't do what you want." Zhou Shike stood up, "Okay, I'm leaving."

Ah Zhou immediately stood up too.

Fu Simian reached out and grabbed Zhou Shike's hand.

The hands of both of them were extremely cold, and Fu Simian's was slightly stiff.

Fu Simian and Zhou Shike had held hands many times, and he had never felt that holding hands was such an intimate act, but at this moment, he suddenly wanted to cry.

After half a year, things have changed, but the other party's fingers are still soft, and he is still used to cutting his nails very short.

"Ake, forgive me." He lowered his head, almost begging, "Forgive what I did to you before."

Zhou Shike lowered his head a little slowly, he saw the young man's cold white neck, and his back bent almost humblely.

He wanted to break free from the other party, but was held even tighter.

"Fu Simian." Zhou Shike's tone became a little displeased.

He wanted to hit someone.

But after drinking, his reaction was slow, and his brain was also slow. Fu Simian stood up and hugged him in his arms.

He heard the heartbeat of the other party, and almost instantly, he subconsciously stretched out his arms to hug the other party's waist, he was stunned, Fu Simian's back was much thinner than before, and his waist was also thinner.

The other party's body is no longer the familiar green citrus, but the smell of freesia, which is the perfume that Zhou Shike used to use, but Zhou Shike has not used that perfume for a long time.

How did that happen?How did it really change?

Zhou Shike had mixed feelings in his heart.

Fu Simian buried his face in Zhou Shike's neck. The smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body was quite strong, and he didn't feel disgusted at all. He wished he could crush Zhou Shike into pieces in his arms.

"Ake, just 2 minutes, after that you continue to hate me." Fu Simian pleaded in a hoarse voice.

Zhou Shike didn't move.

He felt uncomfortable because he had seen Fu Simian's strategizing and coercion, so when he saw the other party would be sad and bow his head, it was difficult for him to express the feeling in his heart.

"Fu Simian, is that enough?" His expression was cold, and his tone was naturally cold.

Fu Simian froze for a moment, he slowly let go of Zhou Shike, and took a step back. He lowered his head and looked at Zhou Shike with an extremely gentle expression. He was happy because Zhou Shike didn't push him away.

Zhou Shike avoided Fu Simian's eyes, he felt a little sore and weak in his heart.

At the beginning, he also showed this kind of overjoyed look because of a casual response from the other party.

This is usually the case with those who are handed out.

I would be grateful for such an insignificant little thing.

Zhou Shike and Fu Simian switched positions, but he was not happy at all, he and Fu Simian were not the same person.

So he hesitated for a moment, and said to the other party earnestly: "Fu Simian, stop wasting time on me, it's useless."

The joy in Fu Simian's eyes slowly disappeared, he lowered his eyes, and his eyes were gloomy.

"But I love you." He said very naturally, and the color of water slowly appeared in his eyes.

He didn't cry when he was beaten by Zhou Shike and yelled at by Zhou Shike. Seeing the other party and Song Guiyan kissing him in the car was only because he was angry and sad, but Zhou Shike calmly told him not to waste any more time. The moment the words fell, A kind of despair overflowed from the bottom of my heart.

This was the first time Zhou Shike saw Fu Simian crying.

He thought that Fu Simian would never cry, even if his bones were broken.

He looked good when he was crying, without any embarrassment at all, but the tears poured down violently, as if it was raining in his eyes, and couldn't hold it anymore, they overflowed, ran down his chin, and hit the ground.

Fu Simian looked down at Zhou Shike, he didn't know what to do, no one taught him how to like and love someone, he fumbled and tried all the methods, he went crazy and begged him to use the means, but nothing useless.

Desperation struck overwhelmingly, as long as Fu Simian thought that he and Zhou Shike would never reconcile, the suffocation in his heart almost penetrated his whole body.

Zhou Shike rubbed his nose, "Love can't be..."

His words stopped abruptly because of Fu Simian's actions.

Zhou Shike froze in place, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Fu Simian knelt down slowly on his knees. The young man's back was bent, and his trousers and clothes were quickly soaked by the water on the ground. His voice was very soft, and every word gave Zhou Shike a heavy blow.

"I have never knelt down to anyone, but to you. I don't feel humiliated at all. Ake, it's still early." Fu Simian raised his eyes, showing a pale smile, "You will always know that I have always loved you."

It started raining again.

Zhou Shike raised his head and let out a breath, then looked down at Fu Simian. He calmed himself down, and slowly took out a tissue from his pocket. Zhou Shike knelt down in front of Fu Simian slowly, and stuffed the toilet paper into Fu Simian's hand.

"When I liked you back then, I always felt that I would do anything for you," he said slowly, "Actually, those things are quite devoid of dignity and meaningless."

The hint is obvious enough.

They stood up almost at the same time, and Fu Simian felt a dull pain in his stomach again, and the usual indifference dissipated, leaving only a fragile feeling like glass.

"You don't like me anymore?" Fu Simian looked at Zhou Shike, his eyes were slightly red.

Zhou Shike's voice was extremely soft, and was shattered by the rain, but it also clearly reached Fu Simian's ears.

"Well, I don't like it anymore," he said.