Ideal place

Inside the simple rental house, the walls are gray and white, the furniture is worn out, and the corners are covered with cobwebs.On the sofa in the living room, the two overlapping people were facing each other, and Tong Zhiyou was standing/underneath a strange face, lacking motivation in the process of working hard, he stretched out his hand to cover each other's eyes, his nose and lips were somewhat similar to Wen Ran's.

"It's boring." The man knocked off Tong Zhiyou's hand, pushed him away and stood up, straightened his clothes and tightened his belt, "Every time you have to cover your eyes to persevere to the end, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Tong Zhiyou didn't bother to clean himself up, so he casually copied the cigarettes on the coffee table, took a puff without taste, and said coldly, "If you're not interested, just go away."

"Tch." The man tied up his hair and shrugged his shoulders, took a can of beer and moved to the door, and said, "Tong Zhiyou, you're so good, you won't come next time."

The door was closed, and after the man left, the air in the room dissipated. Tong Zhiyou leaned back on the sofa, with his head against the wall, looking at the ceiling like a pool of stagnant water.

Wen Ran has been gone for more than a year.

Xiao Xue, that woman who killed a thousand swords, Tong Zhiyou scolded in his heart, because she still refused to tell him where Wen Ran was buried.

Turn on the phone, click on the text message, and write a message to Wen Ran's number as usual. This is something Tong Zhiyou does every day.Pressing send, he dropped his arms decadently, feeling the turbulent loneliness in his heart——Suddenly, the phone made a "ding" sound without warning, and Tong Zhiyou was taken aback, looking at the screen in shock.

Wen Ran's number sent a reply: Who the hell are you?Be careful if you send such disgusting text messages again, I will call the police!

The blankness in his mind was stretched silently, and half a quarter of an hour later, Tong Zhiyou smashed his phone to the ground angrily, and cursed, "Go to hell."

A long-deactivated phone number has a new owner.

It is Tong Zhiyou's normal state to miss Wen Ran crazily. When he is not in touch with him, sleeping with him feels like ants are crawling between the bones, itchy and unbearable.Just find someone to solve the needs of the body, but there is still a big hole in his heart, his consciousness is erratic, and the emptiness makes him suffer.

With nothing to do, I decided to ride a motorcycle to a stadium in the suburbs for a while.Putting on his biker suit, walking to the door and then turning back, Tong Zhiyou stared at the phone with a broken screen, remembering the tone of the person opposite, a wave of anger rushed to the top for no reason, so he slapped his feet fiercely.

The motorcycle broke through the cold wind and sped all the way. When it arrived at the destination, Tong Zhiyou, who forgot to wear gloves, only felt pain in the back of his hand, and his chapped skin was covered with fine scars.

Finding an open space to park the car, ran to the empty basket, Tong Zhiyou entertained himself playing the basketball Wen Ran gave him, occasionally yelling and crying, it really didn't look like a normal person people.When he smiled innocently, he would change into a stern expression. He seemed to be trying to reconcile with himself, wasting a long time, but it was in vain.

Tong Zhiyou felt that his body and mind were like a computer infected with a deadly virus, which could never be repaired.

There were a few drops of sweat on the plastic floor, and the basketball went into the basket. The image of Wen Ran sitting in the stands appeared in Tong Zhiyou's mind.Even though the other party was not looking at him, the image was as deep as a brand, and it would never be forgotten.

It's ridiculous to like someone so obsessed, Tong Zhiyou squatted down and hugged his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. Although Wen Ran has a gentle temperament and listens to him in bed, he has always been the one who humbles and begs for mercy from the beginning to the end.

The basketball that fell to the ground bounced up several times, and finally rolled back to Tong Zhiyou's feet, and was held tightly in his arms.Why is the memory of the body so difficult to quit, and even has a tendency to intensify, tormenting him so that he is always going crazy, which is too outrageous.

Is this love?Tong Zhiyou put his face against the basketball, looked sideways at the gloomy sky, he was begging the god above the clouds - he wanted warmth.

I almost died thinking about it.