chase a hammer

The sky is dark and heavy, the yellowed glass windows in the rented house are covered with crackling raindrops, and the rain and fog caused by the gust of wind and rain are vast.

Rainwater had seeped into the window slots and flowed down from the mottled wall skin, and the hanging basket on the window sill was shaking back and forth in the torrential rain.

In the narrow living room, the door of the man's room was open. Several storage boxes were packed neatly by the wall, and the suitcase was quietly leaning against the door of the room.

-----Wu Chu: I won't come back to cook tonight.

Yin Jin looked at the message sent by Wu Chu an hour ago on the screen of the mobile phone, turned off the mobile phone lightly, and put the mobile phone on the coffee table casually.

The man with his long legs on the coffee table turned his head to look at the pouring rain outside, frowned slightly, and looked a little cold.

On this rainy day, find someone you like and ask for peace.

I don't know how the brain grows.

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The rain outside the taxi window smashed on the yellowed windows in one piece. The air conditioner in the car was fully turned on. The taxi driver looked at the boy in the back seat through the rearview mirror from time to time.

The young man was wet all over, and his face was frighteningly pale. He was sitting in the back seat of the car, his back slightly bent, and the fingertips holding the phone turned white.

It looked like it had been raining for a while before we got the taxi.

It was raining and foggy outside the car window. The driver of the taxi looked at the silently bent boy in the rearview mirror, sighed silently, and turned up the air conditioner a little.

With a pale face, Wu Chu turned his head and looked out the car window. He imagined the scene of seeing Shen Qiuze again many times.

He thought many times that the deserted boy who was wearing a black sweater and holding a cat in winter might be silent when he saw him again, or he might tell him softly that they had broken up.

But it doesn't matter, he will work hard to explain to him and let him return to his side.

But among the countless scenarios that Wu Chu imagined, he was the only one standing downstairs of Shen Qiuze, drenched in the torrential rain, protecting a handbag, trying to hold his voice to the boy on the other end of the phone Begging: "Can you come downstairs?"

And the boy who was able to come to the hotel every day with a thermos to bring him meals, now he doesn't even want to go downstairs to see him, and just stays silent on the phone.

Hearing the silence of the person on the other end of the phone, Wu Chu's voice paused, and he whispered cautiously: "I'll give you something."

"It's my own money, not the Wu family's money."

But in the end, Shen Qiuze didn't go downstairs, he just breathed shallowly on the other end of the phone, and after a while he said to him calmly, "Wu Chu."

"It's useless for you to do this now."

Shen Qiuze knew Wu Chu too well, he knew how to say it was cruel enough, and he also knew how to say it so that Wu Chu felt guilty and remorseful towards him.

And Wu Chu's guilt and remorse can make Zhang Huaiyuan's future journey even further.

So Shen Qiuze leaned on the sofa, sighed casually, and said a few words like a soft knife that had been quenched with poison, and bit by bit, they stirred into the hearts of the boys downstairs who were drenched in the rain.

Wu Chu was stiff all over while listening to the person on the other end of the phone sighing, "Wu Chu, you forced me away."

"Who are you showing me doing this now?"

Wu Chu's throat seemed to be blocked by something, his eyes slowly turned red, he clutched the handbag tightly, and said hoarsely to the person on the other end of the phone: "I was wrong before, I will change it in the future."

"Give me a little more time, okay?"

"I know I have a lot of problems, but please give me a little more time, okay?"

The boy downstairs wearing black short-sleeved looked up at the light on the floor, the crackling raindrops made it hard to open his eyes, he was like an abandoned dog, standing stubbornly and silently waiting downstairs. Follow the person you like.

But when the lights on the floor were all turned off and the rain gradually subsided, he didn't even wait for the person he liked to come downstairs.

"Young man, here we are."

The voice of the taxi driver sounded, Wu Chu raised his head with a little hesitation, and after paying the money, he walked slowly into the alley with his handbag in his hand.

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The clock in the living room made a slight "click", and the minute hand slowly turned again after the pointer stopped at the number eleven. The man who was reading a book on the sofa looked up at the wall clock.

It's eleven o'clock.

The little boy hasn't come back yet.

Yin Jin absently turned a page of the book spread on his lap. He lowered his eyes and thought, if he didn't come back at this point, could it be that he didn't come back tonight?

Talk to someone you like?reconciled?

Are you going to live in his house?

The man paused his fingers flipping through the pages of the book, and then sneered after a while.

It doesn't matter who Wu Chu lives in tonight.

It's really inexplicable.

But even thinking about it like this, the man was still sitting on the sofa, flipping through a book he had read absent-mindedly until the anti-theft door lock made a "creak", and his fingertips subconsciously stopped.

Yin Jin sat on the sofa, waiting for the boy to tell him enthusiastically how he coaxed the person he likes back today.

But there was silence in the living room, and there was no movement. Yin Jin raised his head to look at the boy at the entrance, and was slightly stunned.

Wu Chu was wet all over, his face was terribly pale, he was holding a paper bag in his hand, his head was hanging down, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Yin Jin frowned, and said in a low voice, "Would you like to buy an umbrella if it's raining outside?"

The boy's face was a little tired, he didn't speak, just shook his head silently.

Yin Jin looked at Wu Chu's face turning pale, and he didn't know what he thought of. His face became a little ugly and he asked, "How long have you been in the rain?"

"It was showered downstairs in his house?"

Wu Chu pursed his white lips, looking a little lost, and nodded dully.

Yin Jin threw the book on the sofa and stared at the back of Wu Chu's hand resting on the old shoe cabinet. There was a scar on the back of the boy's hand that was soaked white by the rain, and there were traces of purple iodophor.

It should have come out accidentally when repairing the car.

Yin Jin's face was a bit ugly, he stared at the boy standing in the entrance hallway who looked a little lost and said: "Come here."

Wu Chu, who was wearing black short sleeves, walked over with a little hesitation.

After seeing the paper bag in Wu Chu's hand, Yin Jin's face became even uglier. He looked up at Wu Chu and said coldly, "How much is your monthly salary?"

"Are you going to buy G's cufflinks for him?"

"Another day, he said that he wanted limited edition high-end products from the G family. Are you going to save them for him for several years without eating or drinking?"

Wu Chu sat silently on the wooden chair, and said hoarsely, "I want to buy it myself."

Yin Jin looked at Wu Chu's distressed appearance in front of him, and sneered, "And then went downstairs to his house and drenched in the rain for four hours?"

The boy didn't speak and remained silent.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly surged up in Yin Jin's heart, and he sneered, no wonder Wu Chu didn't immediately go to Tongnan Mountain to find someone after knowing the address that night.

Still have to wait for several days to go.

It turned out that I was still saving money, waiting to buy luxury goods immediately after the high temperature subsidy was issued by the auto repair shop today, and I couldn't wait to send them to the people I like even in the rain.

Yin Jin was also a bigot in the past, and there are no longer a few young men around him who love to play and drink. Because he hates those nasty relationships between men and women, he never touches those things.

But it's not like he hasn't seen those swanky young masters spending a lot of money for their little lovers.

But throwing a lot of money is not the fucking way to throw it.

Some time ago, city S was warned of high temperature every day, and this little boy was lying under the car for repairing the car under such high temperature, and he always had small scratches and bumps when he came back.

As a result, the high temperature subsidy and salary became a luxury to coax that person in the blink of an eye.

Is there such a thing as a fucking relationship?

Yin Jin said coldly to Wu Chu who was silent in front of him: "Are you dating or doing charity?"

"You still don't understand being hung up?"

Wu Chu, who was sitting on the wooden chair, raised his head. He threw the handbag on the coffee table, his face turned cold and he gritted his teeth and said, "You don't understand."

"He is not……"

Yin Jin said indifferently, "Isn't he that kind of person?"

"Count it yourself, how many times has this sentence come and gone?"

"Besides this sentence, what else can you say?"

Wu Chu's complexion became a little ugly, he gritted his teeth and said nothing, for a long time his face was pale and stubborn, "He's not hanging on me."

Yin Jin sneered and said, "Didn't you hang yourself?"

The boy's eyes became a little fierce, like a wolf cub who was enraged and invaded his territory, he grabbed the handbag tightly, gritted his teeth at Yin Jin, and said, "You know what a fart."

Yin Jin was almost about to be laughed out of anger. He looked at Wu Chu's stubborn and vigilant look in front of him, as if he had returned to the wet Wu Chu when he met him at the beginning, raised his eyes and looked at him vigilantly, and had thorns all over his body.

Just because he said a few words to that person.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and the man sitting on the sofa looked coldly at Wu Chu in front of him and said, "I don't understand."

In the silent living room, there was only the slight movement of the wall clock turning. Yin Jin watched Wu Chu sitting in the chair in front of him, with his back slightly bent, and the fingertips holding the handbag turned white with force.

The wet young man's eyes slowly turned red in the long silence, his white lips were tightly pursed, and his voice seemed to be choked up: "I forced him away... "

Wu Chu couldn't imagine how many words he had said before made Shen Qiuze feel uncomfortable, and how much he had been wronged by his hard-spoken words before, before Shen Qiuze said those words that forced him to leave.

He couldn't even imagine how many times Shen Qiuze had red eyes like him and bent his back and choked up.

Wu Chuhong's eyes were red, and her throat choked violently.He bent his back, buried his cold fingers with a rusty taste on his face, and felt the warmth flowing out from the cracks in front of his eyes.

When he was forced by his biological brother to apologize to the person who bullied him in junior high school, he knelt on the ground and gritted his teeth and never cried.

I didn't cry when I was kneeling in the lobby and was beaten to death with a bat, and when my forehead was smashed into blood by an ashtray.

But at this time, her eyes were blushing, and she desperately suppressed the choking in her throat in front of the man.