Actor, he climbed out of the crematorium

At that moment, Cui Shu knew that Jiang Anyu had misunderstood him, and he just wanted Jiang Anyu to let go of the cup.He had to coax Jiang Anyu back. This place is clear, but there are inevitably some dubious people.

Jiang Anyu was resting on her arm, her eyes dim and unfocused, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the tattoo on Cui Shu's wrist, it was 'L', and it should be someone's name.

He reached out to touch it, but Cui Shu avoided it.

"This is a tattoo." Cui Shu said, "I did it myself, it's a little ugly."

Jiang Anyu nodded bluntly, then fell silent for a moment, took the pen on the table, and wrote on his hand.

【Then does he like you】

Cui Shu looked at the seven characters and didn't say anything. He just rubbed Jiang Anyu's head.

Perhaps this was the reason why he wanted to help Jiang Anyu over and over again. Even though he was living a life of inhumanity, he still wanted to pull him out of the quagmire.

He walked that road, it was too bitter, he felt sorry for himself and others.

He didn't speak, but Jiang Anyu could see clearly. For a moment, he lowered his head and buried himself in his arms. The light-colored sweater was quickly blurred, and he didn't know whether he was pitying himself or Cui Shu.

Cui Shu couldn't hear what Jiang Anyu was saying, got up, and called Jiang Anyu's friend to take him home, but Jiang Anyu suddenly raised his head, lifted his clothes, pointed at the soft flesh on his waist, There is a pattern drawn on it.

It was a superimposed pattern of S and musical notes. Afraid that Cui Shu would not be able to understand it, he wanted to explain it to him, but he could only make a hoarse voice.

Cui Shu didn't understand, but he understood.

It was Pei Yingsheng and the piano, two parallel lines that could never intersect, and Jiang Anyu stubbornly carried them on his back.

"You'll regret it," Cui Shu said. "Do you know he's looking for another boy? He's probably been looking for a long time."

Jiang Anyu shook his head, then nodded again, tears running down his face, falling on the pinnae, eye sockets, and the tip of the nose, everywhere was salty and bitter.

He knows, but he doesn't regret it.What he likes, Pei Yingsheng doesn't like, but what Pei Yingsheng likes, he accepts.

'Why don't you make a more realistic wish and see if it will come true? '

Pei Yingsheng's voice sounded in a trance, Jiang Anyu thought, then he would like to make another wish: Listen to Pei Yingsheng playing the piano, it sounds very good.

"Tattoo needles hurt..." Cui Shu tried to use the word 'pain' to bring back Jiang Anyu's last bit of sobriety. Halfway through the sentence, he suddenly remembered that the one who had been injured in the bar for so long didn't say a word. How could Jiang Anyu, who was still smiling in front of Pei Yingsheng, be really afraid of pain even though the blood from the wound on his wrist stained the inner sleeve of his clothes red.

Jiang Anyu was lying on the single bed in Cui Shu's rental house, biting his arms tightly, and the cold sweat on his forehead seeped out layer by layer.Compared with the pain caused by the tattoo needle stirring in the flesh, he felt that compared with the sadness Pei Yingsheng brought him, these were not commendable.

Zhao Yijiu stood behind Cui Shu terrified, watching the needle swimming in Jiang Anyu's fair flesh, watching the dark red blood smear, which was wiped off by Cui Shu.

He didn't know where Jiang Anyu's idea of ​​tattooing came from, but since he knew Jiang Anyu, he had never been willful once, and he always smiled when he saw people, even if he went out to repair the leaky house in the orphanage He was injured, but he still smiled and picked up the children from the orphanage and put them on his lap, making them happy with bad language and candy in his pocket.

Zhao Yijiu's heart throbbed suddenly, and his heart ached suddenly.What the hell was the sky falling? Even Jiang Anyu, who had always been well-behaved, almost couldn't make it through.

Just let him indulge once, he is too tired to live.

Zhao Yizhen turned his head, only to realize that Jiang Anyu was biting his arm tightly and would not let go. He wanted to pull his blood-stained arm out from under Jiang Anyu's body, but he couldn't move, "Xiao Yu, let go!"

Jiang Anyu's eyes were red with pain, but he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, he just bit his arm tightly, the intense pain overwhelmed the sour suffocation.

"You don't want your arm anymore, don't you want to play the piano?" Zhao Yijiu's thumb and forefinger stuck Jiang Anyu's tiger teeth, preventing him from moving, "Let go!"

The word "playing the piano" did not know where Jiang Anyu's pain point was hit. He was stunned for a while, and Zhao Yijiu took the opportunity to pull out his hand. The bright red blood fell on Zhao Yijiu's tiger's mouth along the tooth marks on his arm. "You're crazy!"

Zhao Yichen's voice was broken, and it sounded scary in a small space.Jiang Anyu gave a hoarse 'ah', then lay down on the pillow dully, and finally couldn't help crying out loud.

He wants to go to the capital of Vienna and become a famous pianist.

But what she wants most is that Pei Yingsheng loves him well.

After Zhao Yijuu finished yelling at him, he stood there helplessly. He didn't expect Jiang Anyu to have such a strong reaction.For the first time this night, he cried out loudly, a small voice, whimpering like a cat.

"Buy him a glass of milk to hangover." Cui Shu raised his head, glanced at Jiang Anyu's blood-stained arm, and frowned. He knew Jiang Anyu better than Zhao Yizhen, a straight man. He was in too much pain, pain The physical pain is far less than the psychological torture.

How can someone not be afraid of pain? It is because they are too afraid that they use one kind of pain to numb another kind of pain.

"There are cotton wool, alcohol and medical gauze in the drawer at the head of the bed," he sighed heavily, put away the tools in his hand, dipped some alcohol in the cotton wool, and the moment the corrosive liquid hit Jiang Anyu's side, Reflexively, he shrank back inside, "Wrap him up and take him back."

Zhao Yijiu nodded. He definitely couldn't get into the dormitory at this point. Apart from Qin Mo, he didn't know who to contact to bring Jiang Anyu back. He couldn't just open a hotel for him outside.

There are still many drunks waiting for him to see him off on the opposite street. The safest way is to ask Professor Qin to take him away.

Just when he was about to call Qin Mo, Cui Shu who was beside him looked up at Zhao Yizheng, put down Jiang Anyu's clothes, "Don't call Pei Yingsheng."

Zhao Yijiu was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what it had to do with Pei Yingsheng, "I'll call the professor."

...

When Qin Mo took Jiang Anyu with red and swollen eyes from Zhao Yichen's hand with a cold face, he asked him what's wrong, but Zhao Yichen faltered, he really didn't know.

The moment he put the person in the car and pulled the seat belt buckle, Jiang Anyu yelled out in pain, and took the seat belt outside which was rubbing against the wound.

As careful as Qin Mo, Jiang Anyu's voice was obviously wrong, and something was wrong with his waist, as if he was stressed and injured.

The moment Qin Mo lifted his clothes, he frowned tightly.

The fair skin was rubbed and turned red. On the tenderest part of the waist, a tattoo about the size of a walnut was slightly swollen, and some places were even oozing with freshly coagulated blood.

It was Pei Yingsheng's S, he could almost tell it at a glance.

Qin Mo unconsciously clutched Jiang Anyu's clothes tightly.

The air was so quiet that one could almost hear Qin Mo's unsteady heartbeat. He pressed his fingertips close, but the moment he was about to lean in, he seemed to be electrocuted, but he had no choice but to withdraw his hand, and slowly put down Jiang Anyu's clothes almost suffocating. corner, and then release the seat belt.

Without the shackles of the seat belt, Jiang Anyu was obviously much better, but she still frowned, probably still in pain.

Qin Mo rubbed his hair and comforted him.

What's so good about Pei Yingsheng, he even couldn't help thinking, if Jiang Anyu was the one who brought him home when those relatives threw him out of the house, that would be great.

But it was only for a moment, Qin Mo separated from his fantasy.

When he got home, he patted Jiang Anyu's cheek lightly, took out a wet towel from the co-pilot's storage drawer, and wiped his tear-stained face, but he didn't ask him why he was crying. It's getting darker.

"Xiao Yu, don't sleep in the car, go home and sleep."

Jiang Anyu was still in a deep sleep, his eyes were swollen and he could hardly open them, half of his face was pressed against Qin Mo's palm, it was unbearably hot.

Qin Mo pursed his lips tightly, turned to the passenger driver, hugged him out of the car, and then entered his private apartment from the underground garage, but he didn't notice the man following behind him.

He casually took a piece of his pajamas, and changed into Jiang Anyu who was drowsy in his arms, but when he wanted to have sex, he struggled for a moment, but still didn't do it.

"Drink some milk."

Qin Mo's cell phone kept ringing, but he ignored it. He just woke up Jiang Anyu, put him on the sofa, inserted the straw thoughtfully, and brought it to his mouth. The moment he was about to touch it, Jiang Anyu on the sofa An Yu shrank back subconsciously.

"Xiao Yu, it's me."

Even though the people on the sofa were not awake, they still looked at him vigilantly, and did not recognize that it was Qin Mo who was speaking in front of him.

Qin Mo frowned, and after a while, he finally put down the milk in his hand, "Okay, don't drink it, I'll make some sweet-scented osmanthus water."

When he got up and was about to change into water, the corner of his clothes was suddenly gripped tightly.

Maybe it was the word "osmanthus water" that stimulated Jiang Anyu. He was very strong, and he put away his clothes little by little. Qin Mo was forced to stick a sticker on his side until Jiang Anyu hugged his waist and slowly Stand up and look up at him.

Warm breath sprayed on the side of Qin Mo's neck, he turned his face away uncomfortably, and his breath became hot, "Xiao Yu, go back and rest."

"I'm Qin Mo."

His voice was not loud, maybe it was selfish, maybe he didn't intend to let Jiang Anyu understand, but just to comfort himself, he told Xiaoyu that he was not Pei Yingsheng.

Jiang Anyu nodded in a daze, and rested his forehead on his shoulder. At first, he cried softly, and then remembered that this person was Pei Yingsheng, so he was afraid of annoying him, so he cried silently.

He lifted off his clothes, took Qin Mo's hand again, and rubbed it back and forth on the tattooed part. It was an overly beautiful touch. Qin Mo lowered his head, and his eyes fell on Jiang Anyu's reddened eyes. Perhaps it was because of his uneasy conscience. And repeat:

"Xiao Yu, I am..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Anyu's tears fell silently on the back of Qin Mo's hand, and the hot Qin Mo woke up from it. The moment he withdrew his hand, Jiang Anyu looked at him helplessly, he didn't know where he was wrong.

In the next second, he stood on tiptoe, hugged Qin Mo's neck tightly, and pressed it against his warm lips. Hot and humid tears ran across the corners of their lips, wet and bitter.

Score at the touch of a button.

"Uncle, Ah Yu, I was wrong."

He didn't know that Pei Yingsheng hated the piano, and he didn't know when Pei Yingsheng planned to leave him, but he just wanted to beg Pei Yingsheng to stay with him for a while longer.

Qin Mo smiled wryly, and it was indeed Pei Yingsheng.

"Xiao Yu is right."

Qin Mo wiped his tears for him, and looked at Shang Jiang Anyu's blank and pitiful gaze, he thought, this is the only time in his life that he was selfish.

From now on, seniors are just seniors.

The moment he lowered his head and touched the soft lips, he couldn't help but push him against the wall, as if coaxing a treasure, he didn't dare to use force, he obviously didn't do anything, but Jiang Anyu was still crying.

'Bang dang' sound.

The door was slammed open, and the visitor's uncontrollable anger almost overflowed his chest, "What are you doing!"

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I'm so pissed off, I'm so pissed off, I'm so pissed off, I'm on a leash!