The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

The scab on Xie Xingzhou's earlobe has fallen off, and the mole removal wound is very small, and the swelling has subsided now, and it looks no different from normal skin.

Jiang Muye held Xie Xingzhou's shoulders to trap him, raised his hand and gently pinched the plump place, and said, "It'll be over so soon."

Xie Xingzhou tilted his head and opened his hand, "It has nothing to do with you."

"Why doesn't it matter?" Jiang Muye looked down at him, pinched his palm and reached out to the hem of the jersey, covering the lisianthus tattoo with a petal corner exposed, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's not that you have eaten Su Ruan's vinegar, take this An exchange of tattoos and me?"

Some of the tattoos on Jiang Muye's body were scabbed, and some scabs fell off. It seemed that the swelling hadn't subsided yet, and it was uneven and hot to the touch.

This tattoo was like evidence of the absurdity of the past, Xie Xingzhou felt his fingertips were burned, and he withdrew his hand suddenly.

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Muye saw his dodging and frightened appearance in his eyes, and his mood improved inexplicably. He grabbed him and pressed himself on him, his voice became hoarse, "You haven't looked at it carefully yet, touch it What's wrong?"

"I don't want to." Xie Xingzhou leaned back against the bookshelf, turning his face away from Jiang Muye's sinister smile.

The heavy rain outside was still pattering, Xie Xingzhou looked stubborn, it was really nerve-wracking for him to lose his temper like this.

Jiang Muye clicked his tongue lightly, let go of Xie Xingzhou and got up, leaned on the load-bearing pillar at the side and pulled out a cigarette, lowered his head to light it.

Xie Xingzhou immediately held his hand and reminded: "Smoking is not allowed in the shop."

"You're quite dedicated." Jiang Muye laughed, stopped lighting the cigarette, and played with the cigarette in his hand.

Xie Xingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to leave.

Jiang Muye grabbed his wrist again, looked at him who turned his head casually, and asked, "Is three days enough? When will you move back?"

It was only about three days before, Xie Xingzhou would come to give in, this time Jiang Muye naturally set a time limit of three days for him.

Xie Xingzhou frowned, and said, "Whoever said that I will move back, I will find someone to get the things in the studio soon, don't worry."

Jiang Muye was slightly taken aback.

No hurries?What is urgent is Xie Xingzhou moving clean or when is Xie Xingzhou moving back?

He was really anxious but didn't want to admit it.

"I'm not in a hurry." Jiang Muye snorted coldly, threw the cigarette in his hand into the trash can next to him, and suddenly pulled Xie Xingzhou into his arms.

Xie Xingzhou shifted his focus and was pushed to the bookshelf beside him. Before he could react, Jiang Muye pinched his jaw and bit him off.

The corner of Xie Xingzhou's mouth hurt, and while struggling, he accidentally dropped a few books at hand.

Books fell to the ground one after another, making a lot of noise, Jiang Muye let go of his lips slightly only after panting, but the hands around his waist were tightened tightly.

Xie Xingzhou pressed against Jiang Muye's shoulder, trying to push him away.

At this time, footsteps came from the other side of the bookshelf, and Duan Jize, who had cleaned up the warehouse, was walking towards this side.

Hearing the sound of books falling, he asked gently, "Xing Zhou, are you over there? What's the matter?"

Xie Xingzhou froze, and suddenly grabbed Jiang Muye's clothes on his chest, his voice became tense, "No, it's okay, I accidentally dropped a few books."

"It's time to get off work, and I'll help you clean up." Duan Jize said, and the sound of footsteps coming this way was getting closer.

"No need!" Xie Xingzhou said anxiously.

He wanted to push Jiang Muye away, but he couldn't move, and he didn't dare to make too much noise to be discovered by Duan Jize. He was so nervous that his fingertips trembled, and his breathing gradually stopped.

Jiang Muye glanced at the source of the sound, and the people walking towards this side were completely blocked by the bookshelves and couldn't see anything.

But from the sound, he could guess that the owner of the store was on the opposite side - the person Han Ruiping said was flirting with Xie Xingzhou.

He didn't believe that Xie Xingzhou would be interested in men other than him, but Xie Xingzhou's act of cleaning the other's clothes out of politeness, and his behavior of chatting with the other made him feel an unpleasant feeling that his things were touched by others.

So the more Xie Xingzhou struggled, the more he wanted to escape, the tighter he hugged him, the less he would let Xie Xingzhou succeed.

But within a few seconds, before the person on the other side of the bookshelf came over, Xie Xingzhou's eyes were already reddening.

He looked at Jiang Muye almost beggingly, and said in a low voice, "Let go of me, Jiang Muye..."

"Don't let it go." Jiang Muye pressed against his ear, with a harsh yet pleasant voice, "Let others see what's wrong, you were so rough before, why didn't you feel shy?"

Duan Jize's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and time was getting tighter, but Jiang Muye was tightly trapped by him, bowing his head to kiss him.

"Jiang Muye..." Xie Xingzhou had nowhere to escape and had no choice but to call Jiang Muye's name over and over again in a low voice, begging him in the way he used to.

But it didn't seem to work, Jiang Muye didn't let him go.

If Duan Jize saw his appearance like this, it would be better to let him die.

But what should he do, what can he do...

Xie Xingzhou was so uncomfortable that he closed his eyes, and when he opened them after a while, he slowly hid the sadness in his eyes.

He hooked Jiang Muye's neck, tiptoed and kissed him.

Xie Xingzhou kissed urgently and eagerly, the level of enthusiasm was quite different from the indifference these days.

He kissed Jiang Muye passionately, and pushed Jiang Muye to the back row of bookshelves.

Jiang Muye was stunned by Xie Xingzhou's enthusiasm, and after a few seconds, he grabbed the back of the head of the person in his arms and kissed back.

He tightly hugged Xie Xingzhou's trembling waist, and couldn't help but smile contentedly from the bottom of his heart—he knew that Xie Xingzhou couldn't leave him, even if he was angry in his heart, his body was honest.

The idea of ​​teasing was exhausted, and Jiang Muye didn't want outsiders to see Xie Xingzhou's alluring appearance, so he half pushed and half leaned against Xie Xingzhou, retreated to the other side of the bookshelf with Xie Xingzhou, and then pressed Xie Xingzhou on the load-bearing The other half of the column kisses deeply.

As soon as the two retreated from the row of bookshelves, Duan Jize turned in from the other end of the bookshelves.

There were only scattered books on the floor of the two rows of bookshelves, but Xie Xingzhou, who was talking just now, was gone.

Duan Jize felt a little strange, but didn't say much, just sighed slightly, walked to the scattered books, bent down to pick up the books one by one, and put them on the shelf.

Xie Xingzhou was pressed behind the load-bearing pillars. Opposite him was the last row of bookshelves in the front hall, and behind him was the wall. His appearance of accepting Jiang Muye's request was blocked, and no one could see him.

But Duan Jize's gentle sigh could get into Xie Xingzhou's ears without any hesitation.

Xie Xingzhou held Jiang Muye's jersey tightly, and couldn't help shaking in Jiang Muye's arms, the kissing movements gradually became stiff and dull.

Time passed by, Duan Jize was sorting out the books on the floor one by one, Xie Xingzhou closed his eyes in despair.

The heavy rain outside made the sky gray, and the incandescent lamps hanging in the store were extraordinarily bright, making Xie Xingzhou's eyes sore from the light.

Xie Xingzhou felt that he was about to lose his breath, he had never felt so powerless for a moment.

But who can he blame?Isn't today's situation all caused by him?

If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself, blame him for provoking Jiang Muye, blame him for wanting short-term happiness but can't afford such a heavy price... Blame him for not daring to tell Jiang Muye the truth.

"Xingzhou, are you still there? It's time to get off work."

Duan Jize tidied up the bookshelves, walked to the other side of the bar, and began to count the items in the store one by one, and greeted Xie Xingzhou before leaving get off work like a few days ago.

It's just that no one answered him today.

Xie Xingzhou wanted to answer but couldn't. His eye sockets were getting hotter and hotter, and a line of tears couldn't stop rolling down his cheeks, slipping between the kissed lips and teeth, dizzying a sour taste.

Jiang Muye tasted tears, froze for a moment, and let go of the person in his arms slightly.

He held Xie Xingzhou's face, and wiped away the tears from Xie Xingzhou's face with his fingertips.

It seemed that it really scared people. He smiled helplessly and wanted to say something.

Xie Xingzhou pushed him away, hurriedly straightened his clothes, turned around and walked out of the bookshelf.

Before walking out of the bookshelf, Xie Xingzhou wiped away the tears on his face, let out a breath, and answered Duan Jize's question with a trembling voice: "I'm still here, I'll help you."

"Okay..." Duan Jize looked up from behind the bar, looked at Xie Xingzhou who was coming, and found that there were tears on his face that could not be hidden, and asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No." Xie Xingzhou hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, tried his best to smile, "I just read a very touching book, and I couldn't help it."

Duan Jize nodded, and said reassuringly, "So that's the case, you seem to be very emotional."

Xie Xingzhou froze slightly, and murmured in a low voice: "You said that before."

"What?" Duan Jize didn't hear clearly, and looked up at him while doing the calculations.

Xie Xingzhou shook his head: "Nothing."

Duan Jize lowered his head and continued to busy with the work at hand, and said with a smile: "Sensibility is actually a compliment to me. Sensitive people are more sympathetic and humane. I like such people more."

The former Duan Jize also said: "Xingzhou, you are so emotional, you must be a kind person in the future." '

Xie Xingzhou couldn't stop the tears from coming out of his eyes again, he hurriedly looked away, suppressing the tears, and asked, "Brother Yu Ze, what kind of person are you?"

"Me?" Duan Jize raised his head, smiled at the corner of his mouth hidden under the mask, and thought for a while, "I don't remember, I'm probably a rational person now."

"Why do you say you don't remember?" Duan Jize was finally willing to reveal something about himself, Xie Xingzhou grabbed the corner of the table beside him and asked eagerly.

Duan Jize closed the account book and replied: "I had a serious illness before and forgot a lot of things. If you hadn't given me the plaster to remind me, I would have almost forgotten the old illness on my leg."

"I..." Xie Xingzhou sensed that Duan Jize might be testing him, so he didn't know what to say for a while.

Duan Jize did not continue this topic, but glanced behind him and asked, "Is there any guest?"

Xie Xingzhou turned his head, but he didn't see anyone, only heard the sound of flipping a book.

"It seems there are still, I'll go and see." He said.

"No need." Duan Jize called him to stop, "I signed up for a cram school for Tangtang, and I will be sending Tangtang there later, I'm leaving first, you stay here, the guests will leave later, please close the store door for me."

"Okay." Xie Xingzhou could only nod in response, seeing Duan Jize take off the apron in the shop, and handed him a black umbrella.

"Then I'll go first, you stay safe alone."

Duan Jize went out with an umbrella, and walked into the rain curtain after telling him.

Xie Xingzhou followed Duan Jize out, and stood under the eaves of the shop entrance, watching Duan Jize's back gradually go away, watching that black shadow completely submerged by the white rain column.

The person was no longer visible, but Xie Xingzhou was still standing there, staring at him without moving, until someone grabbed him by the waist.

"Brother Yu Ze?" Jiang Muye leaned over and pressed against his ear, and said with a half-smile.

Such a title was a bit too intimate, Jiang Muye tightened his grip on Xie Xingzhou's waist.

Xie Xingzhou was in pain but didn't look back, he just kept staring at the direction Duan Jize left, his eyes were still filled with unseen sadness—probably because of the endless sadness evoked by the pattering rain.

Jiang Muye frowned, forced him to turn around, and said in a deep voice, "Look at me!"

Xie Xingzhou finally looked back, but Jiang Muye was provoked by the reluctance in Xie Xingzhou's eyes.

He immediately said displeasedly: "What are you reluctant to part with? Did I say that you are not allowed to stare at other men for so long!"

"Jiang Muye, we have already broken up." Xie Xingzhou felt very tired, and tiredly reminded the vexatious person in front of him.

Jiang Muye froze for a moment when he heard the sound, and after a while, he hummed nonchalantly: "I've already said that I don't care about you when you lose your temper, and I'll go down the steps for you!"

Xie Xingzhou watched him silently, as if he was thinking about what to say.

Jiang Muye looked around the small shop behind him again, smiled disdainfully, and continued: "Could it be that you really want to work in this small shop? Why did that man keep wearing a mask just now? hurt?"

"It has nothing to do with you!" Xie Xingzhou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his voice and stared at Jiang Muye with extreme protection.

The injury on Duan Jize's face was the most distressing thing for him these days, and it would make him uncomfortable every time he mentioned it. He didn't want this to become a topic of conversation in Jiang Muye's mouth.

Seeing this, Jiang Muye was slightly stunned——

Xie Xingzhou was speaking for other men, and Xie Xingzhou, who was always calm and indifferent, yelled at him loudly for other men.

"Fuck." He couldn't help swearing, and pressed Xie Xingzhou tightly into his arms, "Xie Xingzhou, are you crazy? I just asked a fucking random question, and you actually yelled at me for such a man?"

Xie Xingzhou staggered a step when he was taken, he took a deep breath and stood firm, pushing Jiang Muye's shackles continuously.

"Such a man..." Xie Xingzhou muttered, glanced at the direction Duan Jize left, and suddenly smiled at Jiang Muye, "Don't you think you are a bit like that man?"

The author has something to say:

Today I had a little conflict with a very good friend and talked about it for a long time. I was delayed and wrote less, so let’s send red envelopes to those who comment!If you are unhappy in your life, you should say it in time, don't hold back qwq by yourself

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