The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

The atmosphere in the room was heavy and terrifying.

Jiang Muye touched the corner of his injured mouth, stood up straight, looked at Xie Xingzhou and smiled.

But Xie Xingzhou was short of breath, took a deep breath and turned to leave.

But his wrist was immediately grabbed by Jiang Muye, he felt a brute force pulling him, and then he was thrown onto the bed behind him.

Jiang Muye leaned over full of anger, squeezed his wrists with one hand, and pressed them tightly against the pillow.

"Jiang Muye, what do you want to do?"

Xie Xingzhou noticed the dangerous aura emanating from the person on his body, mixed with the smell of alcohol and faint smell of gunpowder, he looked at Jiang Muye vigilantly, and struggled.

Jiang Muye's cheeks were still in pain, he laughed back in anger, only thinking about how to avenge that slap just now, but with Xie Xingzhou's fair and charming face, how could he do it.

So Jiang Muye rubbed Xie Xingzhou's cheek with his palm, then moved down his chin, roughly tore off Xie Xingzhou's collared clothes, lowered his head to grab the white tender flesh on his collarbone, and bit down hard.

Xie Xingzhou closed his eyes in pain, a thin line of sweat soon appeared on his forehead, he struggled to free one wrist, and raised his hand again.

Jiang Muye stopped his hand without looking at it, raised his head and snorted softly: "Do you want to have a second time?"

Xie Xingzhou twitched his hand a few times but didn't take it back, keeping his face away from him.

Jiang Muye's temples throbbed, his body smelled of alcohol, and the strength in his hands was uncontrollable because of being drunk.

He forcibly broke Xie Xingzhou's face, and said in a deep voice, "Look at me!"

Xie Xingzhou was unmoved.

The Xie Xingzhou in the past was not like this. The Xie Xingzhou in the past was always flamboyant and seductive. He was not as stubborn as he is now, showing resistance all over his body.

Jiang Muye's head became heavier and heavier, and his heart became more and more panicked for no reason.

He wished he could crush Xie Xingzhou to pieces, tear it apart to see what had changed inside, and why it became more and more unpredictable.

"Okay, you don't have to look at me." Jiang Muye gasped and nodded, then tore off his jersey, revealing the eustoma tattoo on his hip.

He clasped the back of Xie Xingzhou's head, pressed Xie Xingzhou onto the recovered tattoo, gritted his teeth and said, "Then take a look at it, Xie Xingzhou, you haven't looked at it properly yet, have you?"

Xie Xingzhou couldn't resist, and the tip of his nose was forced to touch the petals of eustoma, which felt warm to the touch.

On the second day after the tattoo was done, Xie Xingzhou broke up with him, and then everything changed—he thought Xie Xingzhou was just having a temper with him as before, but Xie Xingzhou gave him a tattoo because of Yu Ze. a slap.

No matter how loud the slap was, Jiang Muye knew how deceitful he was during this time.

Lisianthus is Xie Xingzhou's favorite flower, so I begged him to have it tattooed on his body, but Xie Xingzhou broke up when he said goodbye, why didn't he even want to take a look at it?

Jiang Muye found it extremely ironic.

"How about kissing it again?" Jiang Muye became more and more crazy, holding Xie Xingzhou tight.

Xie Xingzhou was firmly pressed on the eustoma, Jiang Muye blocked him like a wall, almost no air could get into his nasal cavity.

If the eustoma were real, the crushed petals and pollen would have choked his nose and mouth, suffocating him to death.

Xie Xingzhou soon felt that he could not breathe. He struggled hard and grabbed a long scar on Jiang Muye's arm.

Jiang Muye was aggressive, how could it be as simple as letting Xie Xingzhou kiss the platycodon, he pushed Xie Xingzhou away from the platycodon, and then sighed.

He asked Xie Xingzhou in a hoarse voice, "Does it look good?"

I don't know if it's the eustoma tattoo or something else.

Xie Xingzhou had a sore throat and coughed violently. It took him an unknown amount of time before he struggled to escape, lying on the edge of the bed and retching violently.

"Jiang..." Xie Xingzhou felt a trace of despair. He moved his broken lips, trying to say something, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

He covered his mouth and coughed again, and when he opened his palm again, there was a small blood stain in his hand, and he didn't know which piece of mucous membrane in his mouth was broken—probably his throat, because he didn't seem to say anything at all. I'm speechless.

Xie Xingzhou was lying at the end of the bed, the blood from his palm was smeared on the bed sheet.

Jiang Muye was startled, and instantly sobered up, why did he make Xie Xingzhou bleed?

That ball of red was shocking, compared to these, what was a slap he received?

Is he crazy?How could it be so heavy.

Jiang Muye's heart trembled suddenly, regretting so much, he finally realized how much he had done to Xie Xingzhou.

After Xie Xingzhou was released, he breathed rapidly, and when he slowly recovered, he raised his head and looked at Jiang Muye who was beside him with a look of astonishment.

He saw the pair of eyes similar to Duan Jize's at a glance - he liked it so much in the past, he liked it so much that he looked at him carefully every time, for fear that if he missed a glance, he would miss one thought.

But the Jiang Muye just now made him feel strange, the hostility from those eyes was so terrifying that he stopped breathing several times, feeling that he was about to die in Jiang Muye's hands.

Xie Xingzhou turned over and got out of bed, his whole body was shaking violently, he accidentally fell at the end of the bed, his knee hit the foot of the bed, and he felt severe pain.

Enduring the pain, he got up and limped open the bedroom door.

The people outside the door had already left. Xie Xingzhou stood at the door for a while, then turned around and went to the studio next door to pack his things.

Xie Xingzhou left, the blood coughed up from his mouth remained on the bed sheet.

Jiang Muye sobered up from the wine in an instant.

His wrists trembled a little, he grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, opened the bedroom door and chased him out.

At this time, Xie Xingzhou had just packed up and walked out of the studio slowly.

He was holding a cardboard box and was slowly moving towards the door step by step.

Xie Xingzhou's knee was injured, and his thin figure looked precarious, but he just held the box containing the drawing paper firmly in his hand, and tried his best to walk steadily, so as not to reveal his embarrassment.

Jiang Muye was still worried, he kicked away the beer cans that were thrown on the ground during the party, and walked towards Xie Xingzhou.

"How are you?" Jiang Muye carefully hugged Xie Xingzhou from behind, his voice was very hoarse after he was drunk, he hurriedly said, "I'm drunk, I didn't mean it... I'm sorry."

"Let go." Xie Xingzhou's body was stiff, and he spoke slowly, his voice was even hoarse than Jiang Muye's, as if his vocal cords had been torn.

Jiang Muye raised his head in a panic, wanting to touch Xie Xingzhou, and asked, "You...how is your voice?"

Xie Xingzhou looked away, took a step forward, and distanced himself from Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye lowered his head and saw the things in Xie Xingzhou's cardboard box. These were all Xie Xingzhou's most important works, and he didn't take away the other sketches that he practiced - it seemed that he packed them hastily and decisively.

Jiang Muye's heart sank, "Are you really going?"

Do you really want to take all these things away and never come back?

Xie Xingzhou quickly said "um", and said briefly in an extremely hoarse voice: "Let's call it a day, Jiang Muye."

Xie Xingzhou's expression was indifferent, without emotion, and people only have this expression when they don't care.

Jiang Muye realized that Xie Xingzhou might not be speaking out of anger.

He even hoped that Xie Xingzhou would slap him like before, but Xie Xingzhou didn't, he just stood there indifferently.

He felt even more flustered, he didn't care about face, and said eagerly: "I was wrong just now, Xie Xingzhou, don't be like this, okay?"

Xie Xingzhou laughed and asked, "What should I do?"

The voice of the person in front of him was tearing and hoarse, Jiang Muye trembled when he heard it, and hurriedly said: "I know you are uncomfortable, you can beat me and scold me, I won't do this again in the future, please forgive me?"

"There is no future." Xie Xingzhou smiled pale and fragile, "We broke up a long time ago."

He talked too much, and coughed as soon as he finished speaking, but even the coughing sound was hoarse, and the pain of his throat being forced open came back again.

But he still resisted to say the last words: "I don't blame you, because I don't love you, I never loved you."

Jiang Muye was eager to interrupt what Xie Xingzhou was saying, but when Xie Xingzhou's last sentence fell into his ears, he immediately blocked his next words.

I don't love you, never have.

What's the meaning?What is never loved?Why doesn't he seem to understand...

"What did you say...?" Jiang Muye blinked violently, he turned his head to look into Xie Xingzhou's eyes, wanting to see if Xie Xingzhou was crying when he said this.

If Xie Xingzhou was crying, he was speaking out of anger.

But Xie Xingzhou didn't, not at all...

Xie Xingzhou had the same expression from the beginning to the end - calm and decisive.

Jiang Muye was still in a daze, while Xie Xingzhou continued to move towards the door step by step.

The sound of the door opening sounded, and Jiang Muye woke up with a start, and he raised his footsteps to chase after him.

"Don't follow." Xie Xingzhou was a little anxious to go out, he staggered a step, and warned the people behind him in a low voice: "Don't make me hate you."

Hearing this, Jiang Muye suddenly stopped in his tracks, not daring to move.

He stared at Xie Xingzhou's back, but he didn't dare to challenge Xie Xingzhou's bottom line.

Xie Xingzhou turned his head with the cardboard box in his arms, but he didn't look at Jiang Muye, but at the studio behind Jiang Muye - the mahogany statue was too heavy for him to move, but after thinking about it, Duan Jize came back, and there will be any kind of gifts in the future If the opportunity is given again, I feel that there is no need to move away.

The automatic door of the apartment gradually closed, and Xie Xingzhou's back gradually blurred.

The words that I had never loved rang in my ears again.

Jiang Muye didn't believe it!

How could it be possible, how could it be possible that Xie Xingzhou had never loved him, how could it be possible that Xie Xingzhou had never loved him before, when he saw him before, his eyes were full of stars, he obviously followed him in everything before, and he smiled so seductively at him, how could it be possible that he had never loved...

He doesn't believe it!

After a long time, Jiang Muye pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, but found that he couldn't -

Whether it's a self-righteous smile or a forced indifference smile, he can't laugh now.

He never knew that it turned out that just a single sentence could have such a great lethality, and now he didn't even have the courage to bring Xie Xingzhou back after becoming angry.

Because everything just now made him realize that the more aggressive he was with Xie Xingzhou, the more he would push Xie Xingzhou away.

Jiang Muye's temples began to pulsate again. He put his hand on the doorknob, a voice in his heart clamored for him to chase him out and ask him, and another voice warned him——enough, enough, you still want to When did the trouble last, Xie Xingzhou's hoarse and injured throat really hurt...

Jiang Muye forced himself to withdraw his hand, raised his head and forced himself to calm down.

Tomorrow, let's talk about it tomorrow, let's go see how Xie Xingzhou's injury is doing tomorrow.

I don't know how long it took before Jiang Muye walked back dejectedly. He walked very slowly, and it took him a long time to walk from the door to the studio door.

When passing by the studio, the mahogany statue lying on the engraving platform attracted his attention.

His eyes lit up, he pushed the door in, and walked to the carved table.

Jiang Muye stared at the engraving platform for a long time, and after a while, he raised his hand to touch the unrecognizable statue on the mahogany board. He remembered the scene of carving the statue with Xie Xingzhou all night, and suddenly smiled joyfully——

In fact, Xie Xingzhou is still reluctant to part with him, otherwise he would not leave this to him.

Although this statue doesn't look like it, Jiang Muye likes it very much now.

He picked up the mahogany and walked out of the studio, searching around the apartment, trying to find a favorite place to hang it.

Hanging in the living room?

Wouldn't anyone be able to see it?No, it's his alone.

Hanging in the bedroom?

Isn't that only seen before going to bed?Or not.

……

Jiang Muye finally decided to put the statue in front of the treadmill in the gym—every time he needed to vent his excess energy, he would run on the treadmill endlessly.

When Duan Jingcheng's condition worsened and he felt anxious, he ran on the treadmill all night and almost died suddenly.

Then hang this statue here to accompany him now.

Jiang Muye found tools and carefully hung the statue up.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door, and someone was coming.

Could it be that Xie Xingzhou turned back?

Jiang Muye threw the tools almost subconsciously, and ran out to check.

He stood at the door of the gym, hastily covering up the joy on his face, trying to pretend not to be so embarrassed.

But when he looked towards the source of the sound, he realized that it wasn't Xie Xingzhou who came at all, but Aunt Song who came to clean up at night.

Disappointment flashed across Jiang Muye's face, and he wanted to turn around and go back to hang the statue, but Aunt Song walked into the bedroom first.

Jiang Muye's heart sank, and he hurriedly followed.

But it was too late, Aunt Song had already pulled off the bed sheet, and the red marks on it were not covered up, hanging shockingly on the bright surface.

The bed was a mess, and Aunt Song was hesitant to move. Every time she tidied it up, she would sigh in distress——she saw the child downstairs just now, his face was frighteningly pale, it was a crime.

Standing at the door of the bedroom, Jiang Muye heard Aunt Song's sighs, all of which were a blow to his conscience.

He couldn't help but clenched his fists and closed his eyes.

Jiang Muye took a deep breath, called Aunt Song, and asked her hoarsely, "Did I go too far?"

Aunt Song looked back at him, and after a while, she said earnestly, "Xiaoye, that's not how you love someone. You're hurting him like this, and it's only going to push him further and further away. You should try to take care of him more, not blindly Ask for it, you know?"

"I...understood." Jiang Muye couldn't find anything to refute.

After asking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but felt his heart throbbing violently, so he had to cover his aching heart and lean against the door for a long time.

Xie Xingzhou rested at home all morning and sprayed some plaster on his knee. The pain in his knee soon disappeared and he was able to walk normally, but his hoarse voice did not heal.

He went to Yipin Bookstore again in the afternoon. Because of the report, there were fewer people in the store, and Duan Jize was not as busy as before.

Xie Xingzhou cleaned the store first, and then went to tidy up the bookshelves.

Duan Jize saw that he was haggard, so he said with concern: "Xingzhou, if you are not feeling well, go back and rest, and come back when you recover."

Xie Xingzhou just shook his head without speaking, and went to put books on the bookshelf.

Duan Jize looked at his back for a while, then turned and went to the small kitchen in the store.

He quickly came out with a bowl of white fungus and red date soup, handed it to Xie Xingzhou, and said, "This will moisten your throat, drink some, be careful not to burn it."

Xie Xingzhou was slightly stunned, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Brother Yu Ze, how do you know my voice..."

"Stop talking." Duan Jize told him, "You usually call me brother when you meet, but today you don't call me, and you don't like to talk, I guess."

Xie Xingzhou's eyes became hot when he heard the words, and he couldn't help saying: "Brother...don't be so nice to me."

"Hurry up and drink." Duan Jize sighed.

Xie Xingzhou took the white fungus soup, lowered his head and drank it, but his tears couldn't stop, and fell into the soup.

He turned around, not daring to let Duan Jize see him.

But Duan Jize said: "Xingzhou, don't cry, when your voice is healed, tell me slowly what I was like before, okay?"

"Bang—" Xie Xingzhou's bowl fell to the ground.

He turned around and looked at Duan Jize with tears streaming down his face.

The author has something to say:

Probably Jiang Muye will know the truth tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, finally qwq

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