half blind

"What did you say?" Zhou Nanchen asked with a trembling voice.

Zhang Qing sobbed even harder, "Zhou Nanchen, I love you. Damn you."

This time, he heard clearly.

It was so clear that my brain went blank for a while, and I didn't know what to do.

Zhang Qing stopped talking, but buried himself in Zhou Nanchen's chest and wept quietly.

The past is like running water, pouring into the brain in one go.

"Disgusting stuff! What kind of homosexuality did those scumbags learn at a young age!" His mother kept screaming, and the sound hurt his eardrums.

"You're not allowed to see that bastard again!" the father snarled, causing the neighbor's dog to bark. "Did you hear that? I'll break your leg if I see him again, you unfilial son!"

He rushed out the door, and the parents behind him looked like they were about to faint from anger.

"If you dare to step out of this door, you will never come back!" The father's voice was trembling with anger, "Our family will not have you, nor your son!"

Zhang Qing did not look back, and left that door and that home forever.

Because he knew in his heart that it doesn't matter, he still has Zhou Nanchen, they love each other like that, they can go on forever.

Zhang Qing found a place to work and a house.It might be tough, but they can make it through.

They can work two jobs, live together, work hard together in the third year of high school, and be admitted to a university in the same city, they...

"Hello? Zhou Nanchen, answer the phone. I'm Zhang Qing. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch with you for a while. My parents locked me up at home for a month and confiscated my phone. But I'm fine now. I ran out , call me back, please?"

"Hello, Zhou Nanchen, I'm Zhang Qing. I found a barbecue restaurant where I can work part-time. Food is included. The salary is pretty good. I can earn tuition fees by myself in the future. I also went to see the house. It's nice to have an apartment, although Small but affordable. Call me back please?"

"Zhou Nanchen, I'm Zhang Qing, can you call me back? Please, call me back. School will start soon. Where are you?"

Unbeknownst to Zhang Qing, Zhou Nanchen had already boarded the train to another city at that time.He struggled to throw the luggage onto the luggage rack. There were no painting supplies in the luggage.He sat in silence as the setting sun passed through the treetops and passed quickly past the windows, illuminating him like a soulless sculpture.

Zhang Qing cried a little hard this time.

In fact, his emotions were almost vented after punching Zhou Nanchen twice, but he had never cried so loudly in his life, and the tears couldn't be stopped, and he cried for another ten minutes in a daze. Squeeze that effort down.

When he lifted his head from Zhou Nanchen's arms, the latter's shirt was completely ruined.

"Are you okay? Would you like some water?" Zhou Nanchen patted him on the back.

"No, nothing." Zhang Qing tried hard to calm his sobs, "Okay."

Zhou Nanchen handed over the water glass on the side, and Zhang Qing gulped it all down in one gulp, feeling much better immediately.

"I'm going to change clothes." Seeing that Zhang Qing was fine, Zhou Nanchen heaved a sigh of relief and stood up.

Seeing Zhou Nanchen's messy shirt out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Qing suddenly felt embarrassed, "You... just throw it away, I'll buy you a new one."

Zhou Nanchen opened the closet and smiled while changing his clothes, "If you get a little snot, throw it away, you big stars are too wasteful."

"I'm happy, can you control it?" Zhang Qing's face became hot.

"Okay, you can give it away if you want." Zhou Nanchen said with a smile, "But I won't throw away this shirt that has witnessed history."

"Witness what history?" Zhang Qing said angrily, "Witness the history that you are a scumbag?"

"Yeah." Zhou Nanchen smiled and kissed Zhang Qing's lips.

"You bastard still has the face to say it." Zhang Qing stared at him, "I thought you were young and ignorant seven years ago, why didn't you mention this matter to me at all later?"

"I……"

"Do you think I'll treat you as a murderer?" Zhang Qing interrupted him, "You were only a high school student at the time, and in that case, it was impossible for you to predict that she would be alcoholic and incapable Save her. Her death is because she lived in despair and pain all year round, and she herself rejected the hope of living, and it has nothing to do with you."

Zhou Nanchen was silent.

"You are always like this, torturing yourself without saying a word." Zhang Qing said in a low voice, "It's obviously not your fault, but you always blame yourself. These things are obviously not your responsibility, and you still insist... "

"Aren't you the same?"

Zhang Qing was stunned for a moment.

"If you didn't faint this time, would you never plan to tell me about your anxiety?" Zhou Nanchen asked back.

"I..." Zhang Qing sighed, "Forget it, it seems that the two of us are not the same, so don't laugh at the other."

With that said, Zhang Qing stood up, patted his cheek, "Okay, I'll wash my face first."

Zhou Nanchen also stood up behind Zhang Qing, "By the way, there is something I haven't told you yet."

"What?" Zhang Qing responded and opened the door.

At this moment, a black figure suddenly "swished" in through the crack of the door, and before Zhang Qing could react, his shoulders sank.

"Van Gogh?" Zhang Qing asked in surprise.

The shadow lay comfortably on his shoulders, and unscrupulously stretched out its front paws to grab the famous brand shirt on Zhang Qing's body.

"Hey, bastard, let go!" Zhang Qing hurriedly grabbed the cat, but Van Gogh tilted his head to avoid his hand, jumped lightly, sat on the bed and licked his fur.

Zhang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, "This stinky cat is still exactly the same as before! How did he come here?"

"It's a friend of mine in Liancheng, who happened to be in Huaishui for something, so I asked him for help and brought Van Gogh along." Zhou Nanchen walked over and touched Van Gogh's chin, "I just arrived this morning. , you missed the touching picture of me reuniting with him after a long absence."

"What touching picture?"

"Here." Zhou Nanchen rolled up his sleeves, and there was a blood-red scratch on it, "It's a claw on my arm."

Zhang Qing couldn't hold it back, and burst into a "puchi" laugh, "Is Van Gogh blaming you for leaving him alone?"

"Yeah, he's not short-tempered." Zhou Nanchen said helplessly, "But look at him, he's fatter than before, and he didn't starve himself at all."

"Van Gogh is the best, isn't he?" Zhang Qing lifted Van Gogh up from the bed, "Even if he is abandoned by a scumbag, he still has the ability to support himself!"

"I...forget it." Zhou Nanchen shook his head and gave up arguing.

After venting, Zhang Qing's stomach growled as if he had come to his senses.

Zhou Nanchen went to the kitchen to serve the leftover porridge to Zhang Qingquan, and fried two poached eggs.

Seven years ago, Zhang Qing also sat in the same position and ate meals cooked for him by the same person.

After years, it makes people feel in a trance.

"I thought...you would sell this old house." Zhang Qing said in a low voice while eating, "You live alone, so you shouldn't be rich financially."

"So I have been an accountant for two years, and it is no problem to maintain food and clothing." Zhou Nanchen washed the rag in the sink and carefully cleaned the old dirt in the kitchen, "I never thought about selling the house, no matter what That said, this is where I grew up.”

"That's it."

Seeing Zhou Nanchen busy cleaning up, Zhang Qing couldn't help but want to help: "I'll help you—"

"Sit down." Zhou Nanchen frowned and pushed him back on the chair.

"I'm fine, really."

"No." Zhou Nanchen's tone was decisive like a domineering president, "You need to rest."

"Hey? You still called me to the board?" Zhang Qing said angrily, "I don't know who ran away seven years ago and made me become what I am today."

"Yeah, that's why I have to take care of your fragile little rose now." Zhou Nanchen pressed Zhang Qing's shoulder and said seriously, "My lady just needs a good rest now, and the other things are left to the servant." Come worry."

What Zhang Qing said was very useful, and he raised his legs on the chair, "Okay, Aijia agrees."

Zhou Nanchen chuckled a few times, got up and continued to wipe the exhaust hood that was not finished.

After all, this place has been idle for too long, and the house is old, so there are a lot of things to clean up.

Zhou Nanchen thought, if Zhang Qing wasn't by his side, maybe he wouldn't have the courage to return to this place for the rest of his life.He could feel that as he narrated, the thorn buried deep in his heart was slowly pulled out.

This process was heart-wrenching, and the old black blood gushed out, but he felt an unprecedented sense of relief in his heart.

After so many years, he could finally try to face that horrible truth for the first time.

Nothing to be afraid of.

She was already dead, and she only dared to threaten him in her dream.

Zhou Nanchen regained his composure and began to clean the oil-stained rag.

After the kitchen work was done, Zhou Nanchen looked up at his watch and found that half an hour had passed.

Zhang Qing has been sitting on a chair in the dining room looking at his mobile phone, his fingers sliding down while frowning.

Zhou Nanchen suddenly realized something, stepped forward and snatched his mobile phone.

"Give it back to me." Zhang Qing said helplessly.

"No." Zhou Nanchen flipped the phone screen on the table, "Don't look at these anymore."

Zhang Qing sighed, "I already knew how they scolded me, why do you still find yourself guilty?"

"Then what you're looking at is..." Zhou Nanchen hesitated for a moment.

"I just want to see if there are any auditions recently." Zhang Qing picked up the phone, "Although I know that the possibility of me finding a role in this situation is very small. But I can't just give up like this. Gotta eat."

Zhou Nanchen didn't speak.

"You say it's still troublesome to be famous." Zhang Qing stretched himself, "In the past, I could earn a living by just doing supporting roles. Now even if I want to go to Nitangzi Lying in bed, no one wants me anymore."

"Is the entertainment industry that good?" After a long time, Zhou Nanchen asked, "Are you going to... stay in this industry of intrigue?"

"The entertainment industry is not good at all. It is nothing more than a vanity fair for capitalists." Zhang Qing said, "Although I also like fame and fortune, I am not like some people who are willing to sacrifice conscience, morality, and even life. It's not worth it."