Xia Lang

The opium that I smoked at the same time, the enthusiasm did ease at the beginning, but what followed was a sea of ​​flames, and it was hard to fill the sea, so I could only go down step by step, and then down...

The young man on the bed opened his eyes abruptly, and looked around vigilantly.

He was alone, and the room looked as cold as an ordinary room.

Apart from some soreness on the body, the clothes are well worn, and there are no strange marks on the skin.

Song Linju heaved a sigh of relief, it really was a dream, how could that person...

Thinking of the exciting and lingering scene in the dream, Song Linju's throat rolled slightly, and the tips of his ears quietly turned red.

After washing up, I ran into Li Zhaozhuo when I was about to go downstairs.

I don't know if it's because he just woke up, but today he looks calm and gentle.

As soon as Song Linju saw him, he subconsciously remembered the sweet dream last night, and the rough feeling of being pinched still seemed to remain on his waist.

He embeds him deeply in his arms, and his rough and cool wide palms stroke the flesh of his back inch by inch, stroking away the steaming heat, but it brings an unbearable itching.

Not enough, and he wanted more.

As if hearing his heartfelt voice, the man pulled away from the lingering deep kiss, pecked his lips once and then went straight down.

His lips looked cold and thin, but they were soft and hot when they fell on his body.

The restlessness in his body made Song Linju look away immediately, and he didn't dare to look at him any more, he just greeted him with a suppressed voice.

"Mr. Lee."

Hearing this alienated address, Li Zhaozhuo stared at him and narrowed his eyes slightly, forming a sharp arc, splitting that rare gentleness.

He looked at him inexplicably for a while, and then replied indifferently, "Mr. Song."

At the same time, the almost identical voice of Dao appeared repeatedly in Song Linju's mind, and the man's tone was casual, "It turned out to be Mr. Song."

This made Song Linju stop stiffly, and looked up at the man who had already walked into the elevator.

The man happened to be looking at him right now too, with a hint of inquiry in his cold eyes.

He tried to find traces of camouflage in his eyes.

Unfortunately not.

collapse

The two remained in an inexplicable stalemate until there was a ding, and the elevator was about to close, but still no one made a move.

The gap was getting smaller and smaller, and when he was about to lose sight of the other party, Li Zhaozhuo stepped forward and pressed the open button, staring at the person outside the elevator with deep eyes.

"Mr. Song won't come in?"

Song Linju hesitated for a moment, but stepped on it anyway, "Thank you."

Li Zhaozhuo gave a faint "hmm", as if the action just now was just out of politeness.

The two held each other, and the breath in the rapidly descending elevator was clearly audible. Just as the awkward atmosphere spread unbridled, a hoarse and mellow male voice suddenly sounded.

"Mr. Song disappeared very early last night, did something happen?"

Song Linju turned his head to look at him, and only saw his tough and sharp side face. He pursed his thin lips and stared forward. He couldn't see how much he cared about his answer, as if he was just asking casually.

He replied: "It's nothing, just a little discomfort."

Li Zhaozhuo twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and chuckled lightly, "Really?"

He is... don't remember?

Song Linju felt inexplicably guilty under his chuckle.

If he knew that he would be as fragmented as before, he shouldn't have done so carefully in finishing work.

In order not to be noticed by Li Yikang, no matter how itchy the root of the tooth is, he is very light when he mouths, for fear of leaving any marks on his body, he will help him get dressed and hug him Another room.

But he didn't do this to bring their relationship back to freezing point.

Damn!

Li Zhaozhuo's jaw tightened, he pursed his lips and clenched his teeth, for fear that the "fuck" lingering on the tip of his tongue would break free and blurt out.

No matter how Li Zhaozhuo's heart was churning, the elevator stopped smoothly with a "ding".

Song Linju looked at the slowly opening elevator door, and politely said, "Goodbye, Mr. Li."

Li Zhaozhuo didn't respond, but stared heavily at Song Linju who didn't look at him again.

The person who was still panting and whimpering under his hands last night now coldly calls him Mr. Li.

Looking at Song Linju's back without the slightest hesitation, Li Zhaozhuo's face quickly darkened, with a lingering gloomy look in his eyes.

Fuck Mr. Lee!

I thought that after this time, they would not have any intersections again.

But within a few days, Song Linju saw news about Li Zhaozhuo again in his ordinary life.

That was the news of the strong cooperation between Mr. Li and Mr. Li on the wall-mounted TV in the hospital lobby.

Song Linju just stopped in front of the TV for a while, then turned and left.

The relationship between him and Uncle Li seems to have eased a bit.

At noon, Shang Jun asked him to have dinner, and he agreed.

After taking the traditional Chinese medicine, he dreamed about his ex-boyfriend or something. He guessed that he had closed his heart too much these years, which made the ex-boyfriend who should have had nothing to do with him become the only outlet for his desires.

Maybe he should make more new friends.

Standing outside the door, Li Zhaozhuo didn't know how many times he looked down at his watch. The hour hand pointed to twelve, and today turned into yesterday.

But Song Linju...hasn't come back yet.

As soon as he flopped with Li Yikang, he rushed to Song Linju's house non-stop. He couldn't wait to see him and hug him, and he couldn't miss a second.

But from standing on the stairs in the evening glow to hiding everything in the lonely cold night, Li Zhaozhuo's joy and enthusiasm have long been worn away by the seemingly endless darkness.

Li Zhaozhuo naturally had a way to open the closed door, but he didn't, he wanted the owner of the house to open it for him himself.

So he suppressed his excitement and patiently waited for the man to get off work.

But gradually, it was almost an hour before he got off work, and he still couldn't see the figure of the man, so he frowned and called the director of Ren'ai Hospital, asking Song Linju if there was any temporary operation arrangement, but the hospital Chang said that Director Song left work on time.

He got off work on time, but has not returned yet, but he is not a person with rich social activities.

Li Zhaozhuo immediately had a vague guess in his mind, but he didn't want to believe it.

He called again.

Just as he guessed, the person who replied said that Song Linju was visiting the art exhibition with Monk Shangjun.

He knew that they had gotten very close these few days, but in order to lure Li Bikang into the trap, he did nothing, and he didn't have any extra thoughts to take care of it.

He stared at the cell phone in the darkness in his hand, and excused Song Linju.

It's understandable, after all, he didn't tell Song Linju in advance that he didn't know that he would come here today.

He could have called Song Linju first, made an appointment to have a good talk, there was no need to be in such a hurry, he came over like a dog in a daze.

If Song Linju had treated everyone with a polite and indifferent attitude like in the past ten years, maybe Li Zhaozhuo would not be so eager.

But he has changed.

As if he had suddenly enlightened, he suddenly allowed others to approach. Facing that special woman, Li Zhaozhuo fell into panic uncontrollably.

He tried hard to pretend for a whole ten years, but the most fundamental source of his firmness and desperate courage to see the Yellow River was actually Song Linju.

Even though we were far apart at first, he firmly believed that Song Linju had always loved him, and that as long as the obstacles between them were cleared away, they would meet again, so he pretended to cooperate with everything Li Yikang wanted him to do, but secretly cultivated his own power.

He is like a despicable voyeur, a mouse in the sewer who can't see the light. He lets people collect his information and take photos of him secretly, so as to satisfy the crazy and inflated desire in his heart.

He was sick, and Song Linju, who was far away in another country, was his medicine.

He knew that he had never had a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or even made new friends. The people closest to him were Sun Wenhao and the others in high school. It seemed that nothing had changed, but he was the only one missing.

Sometimes he would even be jealous of Sun Wenhao and the others, because they could all be by his side, look at him, and touch him, but he couldn't, all he could touch were cold and sharp photos and documents.

But no matter what, the most important thing is that he is waiting for himself.

Song Linju was waiting for him.

This cognition endowed him with a lonely heart, and he desperately became stronger, like a mad dog, just to make the day of their reunion a little closer, a little closer.

But the reunion he had been looking forward to and fighting for for a long time finally came, but he was not happy.

He's no longer being indifferent to everyone, he's found that special someone.

Li Zhaozhuo's back, which was as straight as a sword's spine, bent down under the load, and his stiff joints creaked in the silent corridor, as if he was about to be crushed by something.

In the nearly 30 years since his birth to the present, Li Zhaozhuo has truly bent himself twice in a true sense.

One is that ten years ago, under the oppression of Li Yikang, Song Linju was powerless to leave Song Linju, and the other is that now, Song Linju's special treatment of Shang Jun made Li Zhaozhuo suddenly realize that maybe... Song Linju has not been waiting for him these ten years?

He's just busy, coupled with Ning Que Wu Lan, that's why he has been procrastinating until now. What if all of this is his self-indulgence?

Li Zhaozhuo, who is able to do well in the intricate business intrigues, is now imprisoned in an emotional prison between only two people.

The commercial crocodile, who was admired and feared by outsiders, was squatting on the ground and covering his face, laughing louder and louder, but there was scalding hotness between his cold fingers.

Even if it is the pillar of the past ten years, I can't help guessing and doubting. It is crumbling, and if there is a final blow, it will collapse like a tall building.

All the collapse and hysteria will eventually be hidden in the endless night.

I don't know how long he stayed at the door, Li Zhaozhuo stood stiffly, like a sculpture that melted into the night.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the silent corridor,