Xia Lang

It can almost swallow the sky and the earth, and there is impenetrable despair inside.

The tall man who seemed to have the upper hand roared like a trapped animal, "Speak!"

His questioning made Song Linju realize that he seemed to have more than hatred for him.

He hasn't put him down yet.

Seeing the uncontrollable panic in his eyes, and the glare of the headlights flashing past Song Linju's eyes, he thought of Li Zhaozhuo, who had attracted the attention of everyone at the banquet, but remained calm and calm.

He shouldn't be wandering hysterically in this small and dimly lit living room.

Day and night, he waited alone for a knocker, but when he finally came, he was afraid that the square inch that belonged to him would hinder his footsteps.

He has always been cowardly and has too many scruples about matters such as feelings. Probably all his courage was used in that midsummer, when he handed his hand under the tree to the young man with wild and free eyebrows.

Song Linju closed his eyes helplessly, hiding the reluctance and self-loathing in his eyes, his voice was as cold as the biting wind whistling outside, "Li Zhaozhuo, we have already broken up, these have nothing to do with you."

"Let it go, your life will only be better without me."

This man is always able to give up so frivolously.

Li Zhaozhuo stared at him intently, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from him.

Is it the default?Can't wait to keep him out like a disgusting bag of trash.

Intense emotions are constantly accumulating in the bottomless eyes, like black clouds that are constantly accumulating under the strong wind, thick ink and heavy, ready to pour the world.

"You think I'm fine now?"

"Song Linju, do you really have a heart?" The man's vocal cords seemed to have been slashed by an overly cold wind, and they were so hoarse that they were shattered.

The living room was not lit, but the two of them were so close that Song Linju could clearly see the muscles on Li Zhaozhuo's face.

He raised the corners of his lips, but the corners of his sharp and indifferent eyes and brows did not change at all.

The arc of the mouth was like a lightning flashing across the sky with dark clouds, and the heavy rain poured down.

A drop of hot rain hit Song Linju's cheek, his pupils shrank from the heat, and he wanted to see the expression of the man above him.

But the man lowered his head, and the hot rain hit his neck silently, a drop burned a hole, and flowed on his skin like lava, scalding his cowardly soul to the point where he had nowhere to escape.

He actually cried?

He had never seen Li Zhaozhuo cry, even on the day he left ten years ago.

Ten years ago, he was reckless and frivolous. If others dared to bully him, he would definitely repay him several times. Ten years later, he would be noble and powerful, but he actually cried in front of him because he told him to let go.

Song Linju's heart was sore, his fingers twitched nervously twice, trying to wipe away the hot tears on the man's face.

The man took a deep breath, and his hoarse voice was suppressed as usual, "After you left, Li Yukang sent me abroad and forced me to see a psychiatrist on a regular basis, which is called treatment, but what the doctor did It's a brainwashing act, he thinks it's a disease that I like you."

"During that time, I suffered from insomnia all day and all night. I finally fell asleep and dreamed of the scene of you leaving. After waking up, I suffered from insomnia for a long time. I was almost exhausted at that time. At that time, I also thought, since liking you is so painful , might as well forget it."

This belongs to Li Zhaozhuo, a life he has never participated in, and he thinks he will live a very good life.

Song Linju blinked his hot eyes quickly, but his vision was still hazy.

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"I no longer resist all the doctor's actions towards me. As the memory of you gradually fades, I gradually don't suffer from insomnia. Sometimes I can sleep until dawn without dreams. At that time, I thought, maybe I did the right thing. Decide."

Li Zhaozhuo laughed again, or twitched the corners of his lips.

"But one night, without having a nightmare, I just woke up. In a dark and empty room, my heart was filled with inexplicable panic, a panic that was almost blank, as if something important was coming from my life. out of the way."

"I started to suffer from insomnia all night again, like the bottoming out of drug rehabilitation, worse than last time, inexplicable panic and anxiety lingering like maggots attached to the bone, I gradually realized that I can't let you go, I believe Compared with the pain of being abandoned by you, it is more difficult for me to accept the panic of being empty and anxious silently like a puppet."

Li Zhaozhuo noticed the heavy and forbeared breathing of the person below him, as if he was crying.

He paused, then continued: "In order to avoid the regular "treatment", I read a lot of psychology books and acted like I forgot about you. Not long after, Li Yikang handed over the business over there to me. Come on, in order to come back to see you, I did not refuse."

Li Zhaozhuo tore open his shirt, the buttons splashed, hitting his chest and Song Linju's jaw, it hurt, but no one cared.

He firmly grasped the young man's cold hand, placed it on his mottled chest, and led him past the ugly and hideous scars, those scars almost cut Song Linju's hand dripping with blood.

He said, "Did you feel it? These are all costs, but it doesn't matter. I came back to see you, and Li Yikang also agreed not to interfere in our affairs. I cleared all the obstacles between us."

"But it seems to be too late."

I cleared all the barriers between us, took 99 steps towards you, just waiting for you to take that last step, but how did you fall in love with someone else?

After more than ten hours of continuous operation, Song Linju's hand was still unsteady, but the hand on Li Zhaozhuo's chest trembled unreasonably, as if he had completely lost control.

Li Zhaozhuo felt it, but he still firmly pressed Song Linju's hand on his chest, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to penetrate his own flesh and blood.He was forcing him to face it head on, not allowing him to retreat even the slightest bit.

He was willing to pay what he had done, and he was not going to tell anyone, nor was he going to use this method to force him, but he, because he didn't know anything, retreated again and again, and he was about to quit him completely. What's the point of leaving him alone with his illusory and ridiculous delusions in his life?

If his thoughtfulness will only push the person away, he'd rather be selfish.No matter what tricks or coercion, all he wants is him.

Song Linju cried until he couldn't make a sound, his usual flat tone was shattered by guilt, "Do you... hate me?"

"Of course, I hate it to the bone." Contrary to the words, the movements of his hands gently wiped the tears from the corners of Song Linju's eyes.

"But I love you more."

If you want to ask Li Zhaozhuo if he hates Song Linju, of course he hates him, he hates his self-righteousness, and retreats again and again.But those hates are like the thorns on the rose, sharp, but in essence they are to protect the delicate but fragile rose.

Song Linju burst into tears even more, like a river dam bursting, he was so choked up that he could hardly speak, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

At this time, all the language seemed too poor, so poor that Song Linju could only apologize one after another.

Li Zhaozhuo originally thought that seeing Song Linju's regretful appearance would make him feel happy, but in fact he didn't.

Seeing the people beneath him collapse and feel guilty, he couldn't get better.

He sighed silently, kissed the wet and red corners of Song Linju's eyes, "You know that I didn't do all this to hear you say I'm sorry."

The warm kiss flowed down the tears, the cheeks, the tip of the nose, the corners of the lips, the chin, and finally the trembling lips.

Rubbing against his lips, he whispered out a sentence, "Don't push me away again."

It is showing weakness or praying, and it is the incantation of witches to confuse people's hearts, making people drop all worries.

Li Zhaozhuo's kiss was completely different from the domineering one before, he pecked little by little, sucked his lips, and slowly licked his lips, like a torture, more like an insecure temptation.

Song Linju couldn't refuse anymore, he opened his lips.

Sensing his response, Li Zhaozhuo looked like he was going crazy, curling his red eyes around the tip of his tongue, entangled with each other in his own domain.

Perhaps infected by the man's madness, Song Linju was uncharacteristically active and enthusiastic.

After ten years, Li Zhaozhuo couldn't let go, so why not him.

He hasn't found a girlfriend in the past ten years, and he hasn't even thought of trying. Is it true that he is just too busy as he said to Uncle Li that day?

That was just an excuse for him to deceive himself.

There are many suitors around him, but he doesn't even look at them, just keeps moving forward, leaving them all behind.In fact, he is not busy, he just does not want to give others a chance.

Excessive worry led him into a misunderstanding, that is Li Zhaozhuo's current achievements, these long ten years are actually called growth.

Even without his self-righteous self-giving, he might still have grown up to be as good as he is now, just not in such a cruel way.

Li Zhaozhuo longed for Song Linju, which was a raging fire ready to go out. Coupled with Song Linju who was longing for him at the same time, the heat between the two exceeded the standard in an instant, bursting into a prairie fire.

The more active Song Linju is, the crazier Li Zhaozhuo will be, and the more insane he is, the more active Song Linju will be, and the cycle of hatchback and death seems to be lingering, just like the last carnival at the end of the day.

At some point, Li Zhaozhuo loosened all the restraints on Song Linju, and his free hands got into the open shirt to stroke and rub. Song Linju relaxed and opened his body, panting and climbing up to his neck under his comfort, the slender He stroked the man's scalp with his fingertips soothingly, as if to say, don't worry, I'm always yours.

The belt was pulled away, and the crumpled clothes fell to the floor, and the slender and white hand with distinct joints was clasped on the sofa with fingers interlocked by a big bronze palm.