you don't love him anymore he loves you

It's hard to imagine what kind of skin and flesh it was. The glass with shards quickly and deeply scratched the flesh and blood, and his fingers were pressed under the steering wheel. The ring came out at some point, stuck in a Clever location.

It rained later that day, and he couldn't see Zhou Shike again when he left Beicheng.

In the past, his love was to pull Zhou Shike down from the clouds, extinguish the lights around him, and even his own light, and he was always in love with him, but now he wants to send Zhou Shike up, to the place where he should stand.

Zhou Shike should live proudly, in the past and in the future.

The surrounding area is quiet, the snow is so thick that it breaks the dry branches and falls on the snow, and the dim street lamps fall on it, as if even the snow has a temperature.

"You...are you alright?" Zhou Shike stared blankly at Fu Simian, he could see the long scar on Fu Simian's jaw, and the sourness in his heart surged out.

He knows how arrogant Fu Simian is, his appearance, his family background, and his ability are all indispensable conditions for his arrogance, but even though he is standing in front of him with his back straight now, Zhou Shike still feels the other side Be careful.

It's not for getting back together and apologizing, but because of the apprehension and cautiousness that arise from cherishing.

Fu Simian took a step back, the snow under his feet creaked, and his eyebrows were covered under the brim of his hat.

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed Zhou Shike's shoulder, "Go back, it's cold outside."

So light but heavy, he let Zhou Shike go.

"I'm going to find Zhao Xu. You don't have to worry about the illegitimate child. I'll take care of it. It won't happen again in the future." After Fu Simian finished speaking, he coughed a few times and couldn't bear to look at Zhou Shike again, putting his hands in his coat pockets Here, stepping on the snow, one foot deep and one shallow foot away.

In this vast winter night, the man's back looks extremely small and thin.

Zhou Shike couldn't make a sound to stop him, his throat seemed to be blocked by a stone, he couldn't get up or down, and his eyes were extremely sore.

The long-lost pain was transmitted from the heart to all parts of the body, time seemed to have turned into a lifeless ice white, without any temperature, and his eyes gradually became blurred. He pressed Fu Simian's back inch by inch, inch by inch. Let him bend down, let him bow his head, he consumes Fu Simian's pride little by little, makes him humble, makes him look like an old man with a slender stature but a decadent breath.

He did not feel happy and pleasure.

A burst of warmth came from behind, and Song Guiyan's coat was draped over his shoulders again, "Fu Simian is back?"

Zhou Shike didn't speak, he wiped his eyes carelessly, "Go back."

Song Guiyan stood there without moving.

Zhou Shike looked back at him suspiciously.

Song Guiyan smiled gently, "You're crying, do you know that?"

"So?" Zhou Shike's voice was hoarse, "What does this mean?"

"Ah Ke, it would be great if you liked me in the first place. It's a very lucky thing to be liked by you," Song Guiyan said softly, as casually as if he was chatting with a friend, "It doesn't matter Whatever he does, you will forgive him, right?"

Zhou Shike frowned, "I never said that."

"You love him, but you can't bear it," Song Guiyan showed a self-deprecating smile, "You don't have a soft heart, but you love him."

Zhou Shike had no choice but to retreat.

The scar on Fu Simian's jaw line, he turned away from the hunched back, completely aroused Zhou Shike's rebellious nerve.

He raised his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, "No? Is it illegal or a fucking crime? Can he die? I'll beat him to death now. Let's finish together?"

Song Guiyan just watched Zhou Shike quietly to vent.

He knew that Zhou Shike said these words to himself.

As long as there is a tear in everything, it will be much easier to say the next thing.

"I," Zhou Shike said in a hoarse voice, "I'm just in a relationship. I didn't think about it so much, why did it go so badly? Why do I just like Fu Simian? I can't fucking forget it. What can I do? No People help me, everyone tells me, he is sorry for me, he is sorry for me, yes, Fu Simian is fucking sorry for me, but I like him!"

Zhou Shike's tears flowed down, Fu Simian's current appearance really made him feel distressed, he came to a dead end.

"Must it be fair? I'm not playing games." Zhou Shike's eyes were as red as a rabbit.

Only fools compete to win or lose in relationships.

Song Guiyan took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over, "Ah Ke, when will we reconcile?"

Zhou Shike gave Song Guiyan a hard look.

"As long as you are happy, isn't it?" Song Guiyan draped his clothes on him, knowing that even if the relationship is not a game, he has already lost, "What is more important than Ah Ke being happy."

"But I hope you think clearly, this is not a game, it's gambling." Song Guiyan tightened his collar for Zhou Shike, and said slowly.

Zhou Shike turned his head to look in the direction where Fu Simian left, and smiled slowly, "I'm the banker."

The matter of the illegitimate meal was resolved smoothly, and it was found out that the round-faced girl was the leader, and her family background was very good.

Zhao Xu took a video at that time, cut off the part of Fu Simian, and sent it to Zhou Shixuan anonymously. Fu Simian is not a local, so he can't do it anymore. He knows the identities of these people. If he wants to increase the punishment, Zhou Shixuan has to personally Come.

Thinking about it, Zhou Shixuan would not be polite either.

That night, that video was uploaded on the Internet, and the video was edited again. In addition, various marketing accounts were dispatched, and the topic of #周时ke was attacked by an illegitimate student with a knife immediately became a trending search.

Every popular repost is filled with scolding.

Are these bastards crazy?They usually have to be careful and careful when connecting to a phone, but they dragged the knife directly? !

And they are all adults, so they are easy to deal with. Zhou Shixuan just said hello, and the people over there said that they were bad in nature. It's time to kill chickens and monkeys.

When things were settled, Zhou Shike was still browsing sports cars online.

As usual, he has a New Year's gift, and if he is optimistic about it, he can just send it to Zhou Shixuan.

He probably figured it out, he had seen his energy and spirit getting better the past few days, and Zhou Shixun asked him if he had secretly used some mysterious mask to bring the dead back to life, and asked him to try it too.

"Did you drive my car out last time?" Zhou Shike went to the garage the day before yesterday and saw that the headlights of one of his cars was broken, "You are so bad at driving, so don't keep stealing my car and driving, you drive Brother Yang Xiao of."

Zhou Shike was lying in front of the computer, sliding the mouse to look at the models above, "I won't drive his, I will drive yours, yours is driven by a handsome guy, his is driven by an old man."

After he finished speaking, he took a fancy to a fluorescent yellow sports car, "Choose this one, I like this one!"

Zhou Shike: "..."

"I like black ones." Zhou Shike snatched the mouse away expressionlessly, "Pretty boy, let your husband buy it for you."

Zhou Shixun hesitated and said nothing, "I will sleep with you at night."

"in argument?"

"Forget it, the seven-year itch is gone," Zhou Shixun lay on Zhou Shike's bed, his eyes glazed over, and he uttered wild words, "I don't even feel it when he fucks me?!"

Zhou Shike: "You tell me this kind of thing, I don't want to hear it."

"Is it because distance creates beauty? Why don't I separate from him, maybe it will be fine."

Zhou Shike was torn between Zhou Shixun's favorite fluorescent yellow and his own favorite black, and said absent-mindedly: "Brother Yang Xiao won't agree, if you don't feel it, you can just say no to him."

"I dare not!" Zhou Shixun jumped up, "He will kill me!"

"..."

Zhou Shike slowly turned his head and looked at Zhou Shixun speechlessly, "Don't you think you are contradicting yourself?"

"You don't understand the troubles of old couples and young wives like us!"

"You are only one month younger than him."

"I just think," Zhou Shixun said, "it's boring."

"boom!"

Zhou Shike's door swung open.

Yang Xiao stood at the door with a gloomy face, the coldness in his eyes seemed to have turned into solid ice scum, and he sneered, "Zhou Shixun, I made you feel boring, didn't I?"

Zhou Shixun opened his mouth and was speechless.

Yang Xiao turned around and left.

Zhou Shike hurriedly dragged Zhou Shixun up from the bed, kicked him out the door, "Don't you want to chase him?"

Zhou Shixun realized that he had said the wrong thing, and rushed downstairs barefoot, shouting that I was wrong while running.

This is the daily life of the two of them.

Zhou Shixuan didn't bother to care about them anymore.

Zhou Shike thought, in fact, if he and Fu Simian had been able to say what they had to say like Zhou Shixun and Yang Xiao back then, maybe there would not be a bunch of nonsense later on.

Not long after, Zhou Shixun came back dejectedly. He threw himself on Zhou Shike's bed, and said dully, "Didn't I say it doesn't itch? He said this time, let me itch..."

Zhou Shike: "...It's pretty good, just give it a good scratch."

Zhou Shixun picked up a pillow and threw it at Zhou Shike.

Zhou Shike took out a car key from the drawer, "I'm going to drink, you can sleep in my room by yourself."

When I took it to the door, I still didn't forget to say Zhou Shixun again, "Don't scratch your skin, if you can't stand the itching, hurry up and kowtow."

"..."

Zhou Shike drove out of the gate, turned on the headlights, and saw Yang Xiao squatting on the side of the road.

"..."

With red eyes, a vicissitudes of life, a cigarette in his hand, and slippers on his feet.

Zhou Shike felt very uncomfortable watching it, Zhou Shixun's words were too much, he hesitated for a while, Zhou Shike got out of the car, walked over and squatted beside Yang Xiao.

"What is your second brother doing?" Yang Xiao asked.

Zhou Shike thought for a while, "He said it was itching to death."

Zhou Shike thought that Yang Xiao would just pass by like before, and it would be fine for the two of them to go into the room and argue for a few more words, but Yang Xiao sneered, "Really?"

Zhou Shike felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Anyway, Yang Xiao's tone was very strange and indifferent.

After a long time, Yang Xiao wiped his eyes and took a deep puff of cigarette, "Your second brother filed for divorce with me last week, and I managed to coax it together. Last night, I saw him and his little brother model……"

Yang Xiao stood up and put out the cigarette on the tree. His brows and eyes were very cold, which Zhou Shike had never seen before.

After a long while, he lowered his head and scratched Zhou Shike's hair, "Ah Ke, after reconciling with Fu Simian, we should be together well. Your brother is so heartless, Fu Simian is fine."

"Okay, let's go play."

After Zhou Shike left, he called Zhou Shixun, and the other party was impatient, "What are you doing?"

"You slept with someone else?"

Zhou Shixun's expression appeared unnatural for a moment, "Shit, what kind of person am I?"

"Anyway, your husband knows, you're done."

Zhou Shixun didn't care at all, "Whatever."

Zhou Shike didn't take their quarrel to heart either, and it's not that this kind of misunderstanding happened before. After so many years, the family dog ​​has gotten used to it.

When we arrived at the bar, Zhou Shike was wearing a down jacket and a mask and entered the box through the back door. Yang Shangchen had a bottle of wine in his hand and held a mobile phone in his hand, wanting to stab him to death, "Little bastard, lie to me!"

Zhou Shike opened a bottle of wine by himself, "Sleepy."

"When are you not sleepy?" Yang Shangchen didn't raise his head, "I'll find you two?"

Zhou Shike shook his head, and took out a deck of poker from the cabinet, "Let's play cards for a while, I'm a little short of money recently."

Yang Shangchen and Fang Ka looked up at the same time.

"San'er, you are really too floating."

Zhou Shike lost three games in a row, but he looked in a good mood, Yang Shangchen smoked, "Is there a happy event?"

"No." Zhou Shike shook his head, "Where's Quan Yan?"

Fang Ka put on makeup and looked like a goblin, "I'm angry, I don't want to get in, but he's pinching my neck and insisting on getting in, it's so annoying."

Zhou Shike coughed, and Yang Shangchen raised his hand and gave Fang Ka a shot, "You can't say this casually."

Zhou Shike continued to play cards, he was really not in a good mood, he could only be said to be relaxed, after removing all the burdens and those things that were on his mind, his heart suddenly brightened.

But after that day, Fu Simian never appeared again.

He didn't care about it anymore, but Fu Simian might, perhaps, not come back.

But Zhou Shike felt that he could wait, but if he couldn't, it wouldn't be a loss if he took the initiative again.

In the past, he was always uneasy, and felt that Fu Simian was close at hand, but now that he hadn't reconciled, he actually believed that Fu Simian would not let him down.

Today is a small year.

It was snowing heavily outside.

Zhou Shike kept losing, and Yang Shangchen was embarrassed when he won. He pushed the wine bottle in front of Zhou Shike, "Forget about losing and drinking, don't lose your hard-earned money."

"Last week, my eldest sister praised my parents that you are now self-reliant. How much did you lose just now?"

Zhou Shike raised his finger, "A little bit."

Yang Shangchen: "..."

It was almost early morning when they had had enough fun and drinks. Zhou Shike was a little dizzy, and the driver had already been found. He groped out through the back door.

"I want to pee." Zhou Shike turned his head blankly. Before Yang Shangchen and the others followed, he raised his head, and a snowflake fell into his eyes. It was so cold that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

There was silence all around, Zhou Shike drank too much, and was about to pull down the zipper as he walked back.

A pair of warm hands held Zhou Shike's and stopped him.

The person who appeared behind him had a faint smell of freesia, and a cold breath from the snowy sky. His voice was low and smiling, "Ah Ke, it won't work here."

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