Straight male cannon fodder is attracted by the protagonist

Meng Chan didn't expect this to be true.

These photos are evidence that Yu Zhiyi had secretly photographed him. It turned out that Yu Zhiyi had met him a long time ago.

So is this the reason why Yu Zhiyi knows many things about himself?Meng Chan couldn't think of a better answer.

It turns out that Yu Zhiyi is also a puppy who loves to lie, so is the so-called "couple" in his mouth also fake?

What on earth is Yu Zhiyi hiding?

All Meng Chan's impressions of Yu Zhiyi were shattered like a mirror. He didn't know how to treat Yu Zhiyi, who was hiding too deeply.

"Brother..." Yu Zhiyi burst into tears, still covering his face and not daring to look up, "Can you...don't hate me?"

"When was this filmed?" Meng Chan covered his forehead with a headache, and his tone couldn't make out any meaning or emotion.

"Second year in high school." Yu Zhiyi hurriedly said again, "I've never shown it to anyone. I don't know where Lu Li got it from. I only had someone take pictures for half a year..." The more he spoke, the more trembling his voice became.

Yu Zhiyi's tears couldn't be controlled, the more he wanted to stop, but the tears flowed more and more, he could only cover his face with his arms in vain, his slender figure trembling slightly, standing where he was like a child who had done something wrong.

Meng Chan saw him crying helplessly and pitifully, his memory suddenly went back to the past, and he remembered someone inexplicably.

That person was in the same high school as him, and he was someone he got along with after crossing over. He said they got along, but the two of them hadn’t met much. He didn’t even know the person’s name. I don't remember exactly.

All he knew was that the man was a head shorter than him, with a thin body, like a handful of thin sticks, with half-length hair, which kept covering his face so that others could not see clearly.

The reason why Meng Chan met him was because he pulled him to stand on the edge of the roof during the evening self-study in high school. We met again later in the dark stairwell of the school. He was lying half dead on the ground, his clothes were soaked. .

Meng Chan recognized at a glance that it was the boy who was on the rooftop last time. He had always been a very meddling person, but when he saw the boy, an inexplicable pity welled up in his heart.

He took the boy out of the stairwell and took him to the dormitory to change his clothes. The boy's face was covered with scars, his cheeks were so thin that there was almost no flesh left. Except for a pair of beautiful eyes, the rest of his face was withered. It's not clear what he looks like.

The boy was very afraid of strangers, and he didn't like to talk. He shrank his body. Meng Chan comforted him and took out candies and cakes from the cabinet for him.

The boy ate a piece of candy tremblingly, and then seemed to be emotionally broken, tears came down in an instant, the more he cried, the more he cried, Meng Chan was so stupid.

The boy may also think he is ugly, covering his entire face with his arms, only showing a pair of wet peach blossom eyes.

Meng Chan seldom saw him afterwards. He was too busy with his studies and was about to graduate, so he quickly forgot about the boy. He didn't remember the boy very much until after graduation.

The boy seemed to be the wind around him, blowing away.

But today when he saw Yu Zhiyi crying with only one pair of eyes exposed, he inexplicably thought of that boy again.

That crying boy was very similar to Yu Zhiyi.

For a moment, Meng Chan had the possibility that the boy was Yu Zhiyi.

After all, he himself said that the two of them met in high school, but Meng Chan didn't know how likely it was.

He had forgotten what the boy looked like.

"Brother." Yu Zhiyi panicked when he saw that he was silent for a long time.

Only then did Meng Chan realize that he was distracted, and when he returned to reality, looking at the photo of the table felt dazzling and gave him a headache.

Of course he was angry.

He wanted to get angry, but he didn't want to make a scene in the company. Most importantly, he didn't want to see Yu Zhiyi right now.

More than half of the image of Yu Zhiyi in his heart collapsed, and a bad puppy image fell off. Changing to his usual style, Meng Chan went straight to the lawsuit, but he couldn't put these things on Yu Zhiyi.

Now that things have happened, he doesn't know what he's feeling now. There may be anger and disappointment, but it's more of a kind of helplessness.

Yu Zhiyi is very special to him, it is his well-behaved puppy, and Meng Chan loves him.But because of his special feelings, he couldn't think of a better way to deal with Yu Zhiyi.

"You go back first." Meng Chan said, because he didn't know how to treat Yu Zhiyi, so he simply ignored it first.

How could Yu Zhiyi go back obediently, "Brother, are you angry? I was wrong..."

Meng Chan pointed to the door and said in an emphatic tone, "Go out."

Yu Zhiyi bit his lip, almost bleeding from the bite, his eyes were deeply flushed, and his face was full of tears.

"Brother, I'm sorry, please don't hate me... Please."

Yu Zhiyi finally left, and Meng Chan was the only one in the office.

Meng Chan threw all the photos on the table on the ground, pulled his tie, raised his head, frowned deeply, his face was cold and hard, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Since then, the relationship between Meng Chan and Yu Zhiyi has inexplicably stiffened.

It was only later that Yu Zhiyi found out who had leaked his photos. He found Xiao Ba and nearly beat him to death. Seeing Xiao Ba begging, he suddenly felt tired.

If he hadn't done something wrong back then, how could he be in today's situation.

He managed to get to Meng Chan's side with great difficulty, but a deep gully appeared to separate the two of them, preventing Yu Zhiyi from walking towards him.

In the end, it was all his own doing.

He didn't know how to ease this stiff situation, how to restore his image in Meng Chan's heart.

All this, he does not know.

Yu Zhiyi's anxiety grew day by day, piling up into a mountain in his heart, and he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe.

He vaguely felt that his dream was about to be shattered.

Meng Chan received a message while he was in class.

[Zou Yun: I'm back in China, can I see you?

Zou Yun is his ex-girlfriend, and the two have only dated for a week. Meng Chan has forgotten why he talked to her in the first place. It seems that Zou Yun has been pursuing him. Meng Chan likes this kind of enthusiasm. It's quite to his appetite, so I plan to give it a try.

It wasn't until after dating that the two finally realized what kind of person each other was. Zou Yun felt that Meng Chan was too indifferent. Even if they were lovers, there was always a layer of membrane between them, and Zou Yun couldn't walk in at all.

Meng Chan, on the other hand, felt that Zou Yun was too strong, dictating his life, which did not match the well-behaved image in his heart.

The two were dissatisfied with each other, and broke up amicably before a week came, and nothing was done.Later, when Zou Yun went abroad to study, the contact between the two was much less, and they hadn't chatted in the past two years.

Meng Chan almost forgot about her.

For Zou Yun's sudden contact, Meng Chan didn't really want to go. He was so annoyed by Yu Zhiyi's affairs these days.

He felt that he should blame Yu Zhiyi and kept a distance from him. After all, Yu Zhiyi's actions had touched Meng Chan's bottom line.But thinking about it, he couldn't take actual action.

He could imagine how pitifully Yu Zhiyi would cry if he really did this, he was the most vulnerable.

In all fairness, Meng Chan didn't want to see Yu Zhiyi crying.

His crying face is the executioner who killed Meng Chan's indifferent heart.

The three words Yu Zhiyi are the existence that makes Meng Chan soft-hearted. He makes Meng Chan as decisive as Meng Chan becomes hesitant, and turns the alienated iceberg into a goat who looks forward and backward.

Meng Chan seldom has this kind of flinching mood, which is not like him.

why.

At this time, Zou Yun sent another message: [Long time no see, you are not hiding from me. 】

Meng Chan replied: [I've been busy these few days, so I'll talk about it when I have time. 】

He didn't want to see anyone for the time being, but he didn't expect Zou Yun to come to him on his own initiative.

As soon as he finished class, he saw a woman outside the classroom door.

The woman was wearing an embroidered cotton shirt with a black skirt, her long hair was slightly curly, and she looked bright and delicate. When she saw him, she waved to him.

"Hey, Meng Chan."

Meng Chan was speechless.

The two sat down at the coffee shop, and Meng Chan ordered him a glass of iced Americano.

"You still remember that I like to drink this." Zou Yun smiled.

"No." Meng Chan lowered his eyes and said coldly, "There are too many people, this is faster."

Zou Yun didn't care, she put her face on her face and said, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, you seem to be taller than before."

"Your illusion."

"Ah, it's still the same indifference." Zou Yun is a woman who likes to laugh, laughing all the time, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Meng Chan's eyelids closed, and suddenly he remembered the picture of Yu Zhiyi acting like a baby to him all the time.

"It looks like it has." Zou Yun understood, a little disappointed.

"Huh?" Meng Chan didn't understand how she could tell.

Zou Yun stretched out a hand and pointed at him, "You are too straightforward. When I asked you just now, the corner of your mouth seemed to be hooked. Isn't this something wrong?"

Meng Chan frowned, "Nothing."

"It seems that you haven't made it yet." Zou Yun said in a playful tone, "One day you won't make it, which big beauty would refuse even a handsome guy of your level."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Meng Chan frowned.

Zou Yun laughed a few times, "You can't hide the look of liking someone, Meng Chan, so you will like someone too." Her tone changed, as if it was a pity, "I was thinking about trying again with you." Try it, after all I really like your face, since you have someone you like, you can only give up."

Meng Chan was still shocked by the word "like" in his mind.

I like Yu Zhiyi?

Are you serious?

"elder brother--"

Meng Chan was still immersed in the impact of those two words, and a panicked voice came from his ear.

Yu Zhiyi probably ran over along the way, out of breath, looking at Meng Chan with wet eyes.

"Who is this?" Zou Yun was first shocked by Yu Zhiyi's appearance, he had never seen such a beautiful man.

"I'm his boyfriend." Yu Zhiyi said quickly, as if swearing sovereignty.

No one knew how flustered he was when he knew that Meng Chan and Zou Yun had met. Of course he knew that Zou Yun was Meng Chan's ex-girlfriend, and he knew it when he was a sophomore in high school.

Yu Zhiyi had seen them together, and also seen them break up.

At the moment when he Zou Yun, his heart flustered uncontrollably.He knew that he was despicable and disgusting, so he was even more afraid that Meng Chan would find someone better than him.

Zou Yun opened his mouth wide in surprise, and was speechless for a long time, "You...Meng Chan, you...are gay, no wonder you were so indifferent to me before, you don't like women at all."

Meng Chan: "..."

"No." Meng Chan gritted his teeth and answered with a headache. Seeing what Yu Zhiyi was about to say, he glanced at him, and Yu Zhiyi immediately shut up.

"He's out of his mind." Meng Chan said, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Yu Zhiyi's eyes were dazed for a few seconds when he heard the first half of the sentence, and he became aggrieved again after hearing the second half of the sentence, but it was different from the usual grievances. Said: What Meng Chan said is correct.

Afraid of what Yu Zhiyi would say again, Meng Chan dragged the man away, "Let's go first."

Zou Yun looked at the backs of the two of them, the tall boy drooped his head, while Meng Chan walked forward with a cold expression.

Looks like it fits a bit.

Zou Yun really didn't expect Meng Chan to like men, but if it's that kind of appearance, he can't blame men for falling. After all, that face is so beautiful, it is a kind of indistinguishable beauty.

As it was getting late, Meng Chan threw him in the car and drove outside.

Meng Chan's face was hard and cold.

Yu Zhiyi said honestly, "I'm sorry brother, I shouldn't tell our relationship in front of others."

"You still know?" Meng Chan said indifferently.

"Because I'm afraid." Yu Zhiyi looked ahead of them and said calmly, "I'm afraid you will get back together with her."

"I don't have the habit of turning back."

"What if." Yu Zhiyi's tone was morbidly paranoid. The anxiety and self-loathing vines entangled all parts of his body like a vine. He had nightmares about being abandoned by Meng Chan every day. These nightmares were like cannibals. The evil spirits are trying to devour him with their bloody mouth and big teeth.

He knows how despicable he is. Meng Chan hates people intruding into his life the most, but he has invaded for half a year. It is only natural that Meng Chan hates him.But even so, he still dreams of Meng Chan being by his side.

The two pulled on his rationality and made his nerves more painful and uneasy. He was like a victim hanging on a cliff, always worried that he would fall, and was anxious all day long because of this.

Under the high degree of mental oppression, Yu Zhiyi's nerves were about to collapse, and his sanity was in jeopardy.

He even wanted to end it all, why he was in such pain, loving someone would take his breath away, he could give himself life, and he could also put himself to death.

If this were to end, all that he had suffered for would disappear.

Yu Zhiyi said nervously, "What if you fell in love with her again? In your heart, she should be better than me, after all, she doesn't have that disgusting hobby."

"And me?" Yu Zhiyi was almost insane, "Who am I? The pervert who stalks you, how disgusting I am, you should start to hate me!"

"Yu Zhiyi, calm down." Meng Chan noticed his mental instability and reminded him in a deep voice.

Yu Zhiyi couldn't calm down anymore, his spirit was pushed to an extreme, his rationality was completely swallowed up by the imagination in his head, and he could only immerse himself in his own world.

"Brother, why am I like this? I love you so much, but why do I do these disgusting things. Will you hate me?" Yu Zhiyi went crazy to himself, "You definitely will, no People will like me like this, you will be with Zou Yun again... But no, I won't allow it, brother, you can only be by my side in this life!!"

Meng Chan was driving the car with one hand, and with the other hand he was holding Yu Zhiyi's hand that was pulling his arm in vain, but because he only had one hand, Yu Zhiyi was so strong that he couldn't hold it down at all.

"You fucking wake me up!" Meng Chan scolded him coldly, "Can you listen to me?"

Yu Zhiyi has lost his mind. Ever since his secret was discovered, his mind has gradually collapsed, and his spirit has been suppressed. Today, when he saw Meng Chan and Zou Yun together, that thread collapsed. All the negativity exploded out.

Panic, restlessness, self-loathing, fear, all killed his sanity.

If it was over, he could be with his dear brother forever.

Yu Zhiyi thought morbidly, feeling more and more beautiful about this idea, but another idea popped up to accuse him: Do you have the heart to let Meng Chan accompany you to die?

No, I don't want to, I don't want Meng Chan to die.

Yu Zhiyi's brain was in a mess, as if a scene of his body being torn and crushed appeared in front of his eyes, like a slaughterhouse.

He began to be unable to distinguish between reality and hallucinations, so he could only desperately grab his hands, and soon there were dozens of bloodstains on his wrists.

Meng Chan had seen Yu Zhiyi in a state of madness several times before, but he had never felt so sorry for him like today.

His heart seemed to be pierced by a blunt knife, dense dull pain flooded his heart, and countless pity rolled in his mind

Meng Chan was driving, unable to stop Yu Zhiyi completely, so he could only free one hand to hold Yu Zhiyi firmly.

"Yu Zhiyi!" Meng Chan called him again.

Unable to do two things at once, Meng Chan didn't see the car coming in front of him while he was looking after Yu Zhiyi.

He immediately slammed the steering wheel, and there was a violent scratching sound.

"Boom—" Meng Chan's car hit a tree on the side of the road.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Yu Zhiyi stood motionless at the door of the emergency room with wounds on his face and thick bandages on his hands.

Their car hit a tree, and at a critical moment, he was blocked by Meng Chan and was not seriously injured, but Meng Chan was knocked hard and passed out.

Yu Zhiyi stood outside the door, his eyes were dull, his whole body was like a dead tree, lifeless.

He wondered why it wasn't me lying in it.

It was me who killed Meng Chan.

If something happens to Meng Chan, like her sister, what should he do?

When Yu Zhiyi thought of this, he felt a surge of panic. His whole body was shaking with fear, and his teeth could be heard clucking.

He squatted on the ground completely exhausted, and wanted to cry in pain, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

Why do I always hurt the people around me.

Am I really a disaster?

The hospital at night was quiet and silent, but at this moment it looked like Yu Zhiyi's cemetery, densely packed with darkness, and the air was filled with suffocating stuffiness.

He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Soon, Meng Chan's family came, and Meng Lian asked him in a panic, "Brother beauty, why did my brother have a car accident, is it serious?"

Yu Zhiyi's throat was hard, he wanted to say that your brother was in a car accident because of me, but he was ashamed to say it.

"I'm sorry..." He thought for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice.

Seeing his scarred appearance, Mother Meng endured the worry in her heart and said to him, "Xiao Yu, you are also injured, go back and rest first."

Yu Zhiyi shook his head, "No, I want to be here."

Meng's mother had no choice but to let him go. Meng's father hadn't come yet, and there were only three of them outside.

A girl from Menglian couldn't take it anymore, she cried and said, "Why does my brother always have accidents? It was the same in the third year of high school. He almost died suddenly. Will this time—"

"You child, don't say such bad things." Meng's mother said to her.

When Yu Zhiyi heard this, his body became even colder.

Soon the door of the emergency room opened. According to the doctor, there was a slight fracture of the chest and soft tissue contusions everywhere, but fortunately no internal organs were injured. Generally speaking, it was nothing serious, and a month or two of recuperation would be enough.

Several people entered the ward, and Yu Zhiyi stood behind them and saw Meng Chan lying on the bed.

He closed his eyes and was on a ventilator.

Yu Zhiyi seemed to see his sister, who was also lying on the cold bed like Meng Chan.

Memories of the past overlap with reality.

The similarities between the two are caused by Yu Zhiyi.

Yu Zhiyi felt a surge of fear, and he didn't dare to approach Meng Chan again, which made him terrified.

He stepped back step by step, he loathed his own existence, he was the culprit of terror, he shouldn't be here.

The boundless horror whitened Yu Zhiyi's entire face, leaving no blood at all.

He backed away and no one noticed him.

He rushed out of the ward, and returned home with a face full of panic. As soon as he entered the house, he sat on the ground slowly against the door, panting heavily, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his broken hair was wet.

He didn't even turn on the light, and in the dead silence he heard his sister's voice again.

"Zhiyi, have you harmed someone else again? It's the same as my sister. You are such a disaster."

Yu Zhiyi covered his ears.

No, I am not.

"Zhiyi, look at you, you always hurt others, who will love you like this? How can you have the nerve to love others, you are guilty of living, let alone love others."

Yu Zhiyi desperately covered her ears, but her voice was seamless, cutting Yu Zhiyi's eardrums.

He seemed to be tortured.

It was too loud, too noisy, and he couldn't stop, buzzing in his ears, his limbs began to go numb, and his brain was dizzy, especially the heart, which was in pain from being squeezed crazily, and he couldn't breathe.

So painful, so painful.

Yu Zhiyi ran into the room staggeringly, and took out the medicine from the cabinet in a panic. Because his hands were shaking so badly, he accidentally poured out all the contents in the cabinet.

Countless photos were scattered on the floor, and the protagonists were all Meng Chan.

There was something written on the back of each photo, and Yu Zhiyi saw those words.

"He has many friends, I envy him."

"He used to like spicy food."

"He likes cats."

"He always liked to wear black."

"I was behind him, but he didn't recognize me, he didn't remember me. I was too dim, he wouldn't remember me."

"He has a girlfriend."

"He said he wanted to ride the Ferris wheel with his girlfriend, but it didn't work out. I kind of wanted to ride the Ferris wheel because I had never ridden it before."

"He likes to watch fireworks, and his girlfriend said she wanted to accompany him, so she was not very happy."

"They broke up and still haven't made it."

"I was behind him many times, but he didn't see me, so I wanted him to see me."

"I really want to go to him, I must go to him, otherwise he will forget me, can't forget me, it will be very painful. But I am too miserable now, I will go to him when I get better."

"Brother, I want to call him that."

Yu Zhiyi hasn't seen these photos for a long time, these photos are proof of his despicable perversion, Yu Zhiyi deceived himself and didn't want to touch these photos.

As if this could bury what kind of person he was.

Seeing these photos and words again now undoubtedly stabbed Yu Zhiyi hard in his fragile spirit. The repeated mental blows finally tore apart Yu Zhiyi's locked memory and truth.

His protective film has been completely burned.

Like a drunken man waking up, or like a person in a dream opening his eyes, Yu Zhiyi wakes up like a dream, and finally remembers everything.

He has never been in love with Meng Chan, never.

All of this was his fantasy, a dream of his perverted imagination.

It was because he couldn't love Meng Chan, so he couldn't help fantasizing that he was in love with Meng Chan.

He got everything in the most unbearable way. Meng Chan's preferences and what to do with his lover were all learned by him.

He is a thief, a heinous thief.

It was true that Meng Chan said before that he didn't love him.

It turned out that he really didn't love me.

He does not love me.

He does not love me.

He does not love me.

He didn't want to accept this fact, the fact was too cruel, it was a rusty blunt knife, pierced straight into the heart, the howling wind gushed in, and Yu Zhiyi's breathing was painful like a knife scraping.

Love is fake, couples are fake, he is not loved, he is not loved by anyone, and he has never been to any playground. He made it up, and he stole all the warmth from others. Piecing together a utopia in which he was loved.

It's all a plot constructed by his neurosis.

Yu Zhiyi closed his eyes, hot tears ran across his cheeks, as if the tears were uncontrollable, they flowed more and more, and tears flowed all over his face in an instant.

He couldn't help laughing, the laughter was intermittent, the eyes were flushed, the laughter was low and hoarse like a broken bellows, and his heart was screaming.

Hypocrisy, all hypocrisy, all fake.

It turned out that he really didn't love me.

His straw was drowned.

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