flammable relationship

When Fu Yiheng opened the door and came in, the room was quiet. He thought that the two guests who felt that they were not liked by the master had left early, but when he turned around the big fish tank at the entrance, he found that the one who should have left hadn't left. Squatting numbly on the ground, one was picking up the broken glass from the photo frame, the other was leaning against the sofa, holding his knees and covering his face, two wounds on his bare feet were oozing blood.

Hearing the footsteps, Jin Chen looked up like a vigilant rabbit, his eyes were red.

Fu Yiheng never felt as tired as he did when he taught the same knowledge point for three weeks and found that there were still students who couldn't do it.

Looking at each other, he didn't know what to say for a while, he took off his scarf silently, walked over, dragged him up from the ground by his shoulders and sat him on the sofa, then waved to Zhou Ao, indicating that he could disappear up.

From the beginning to the end, Jin Chen lowered his eyes and felt like a marionette, playing with others without making a sound.

Zhou Ao has a bad temper, and his temper is so straight that he doesn't look like a curmudgeon. He wiped his face and opened his mouth, pointing at the sympathetic Jin Chen, wanting to complain, but when he turned his head and saw Fu Yiheng's face, he swallowed his words again He went back, muttered "what's the matter", and hurriedly stepped on the glass scum and left.

As soon as he left, there were only two people left in the room, and the air became quieter.

Fu Yiheng cleaned up the broken limbs of all kinds of glass products on the ground, poured a cup of hot water on the tea table, went to bring the medicine box over, bent down and squatted down, and treated the wound on Jin Chen's foot.

This scene is not abrupt at any point in the past three years. Even now, the relationship between the two has broken down and they are strangers. The care shown by Fu Yiheng still seems so natural.This kind of natural care is like the air floating in this space. Its existence is reasonable. No one will think about what kind of consequences will be produced when the air is withdrawn and ceases to exist.

It is also this kind of taking it for granted that spoils Jin Chen, making him gradually unfettered in this relationship, acting recklessly, breaking the bottom line again and again, and now he has tasted the bitter fruit, pain and regret tormenting him day and night, suffocating him.

"If you want to come, you should tell me in advance." Fu Yiheng put away the medicine box and stood up.

The absent-minded man woke up, and grabbed the wrist that was passing by, his fingers turned white from the force, as if the harder he tried, the more chance he had to catch the tail of this relationship that was drifting away, and pull it out of the broken abyss pull back.

"Ah Heng, it's all my fault, I ruined everything." Jin Chen's hair was disheveled, his upper lip seemed to be pulled by too tight tendons, revealing his bright white front teeth.

He didn't cry this time. When tears can no longer be used as an effective weapon, he will decisively cut off the lacrimal gland. As the former controller of a relationship, he has always been able to distinguish what to give up and when to say something talk.

"Please... please forgive me once. I have gone through the formalities of leaving school early, returned to China to find a job, and returned to your side. I swear to God that nothing that hurts you will happen again. You know my Ah Heng , as long as I say it, I will definitely do it." With trembling lips, he kissed the back of Fu Yiheng's hand, rubbed his cheek obsessively on the cold skin, and murmured, "I love you, Ah Heng, without you I will die."

"No one who dies will die, you and I both know." Fu Yiheng slowly pulled out his hand, paused in mid-air, slowly put it on top of his head, patted it as before, and said softly, "Sadness is only temporary , It’s just a slight withdrawal reaction of intimacy, and it’s over when it’s over. As for forgiveness, Jin Chen, I don’t rub the sand in my eyes, it’s just uncomfortable, and asking for forgiveness won’t let the sand evaporate out of thin air, it will only make the sand embed. Deeper, boring. And like you said, I know you, and you're going to be better off than ever when you're single."

"No, no!" Jin Chen raised his head and patted his hand away, his eyes were shining brightly, and there was something more that Fu Yiheng couldn't see clearly, "I don't care if it's sand or not, and you don't have to use metaphors to imply that, I I don’t understand, all I know is that I love you! You can’t imagine how much I love you, Fu Yiheng! I just love you so much, so I respect your wishes. If you don’t want to, I won’t force you, but I’m a normal man , I also have that need... It's just instinct, yes, instinct, do you understand instinct? It has nothing to do with love, heart, or emotion. It's just a kind of venting, purely physiological venting..."

Fu Yiheng frowned and looked at him coldly.

As he talked, Jin Chen laughed dejectedly, and he began to realize how stupid and absurd it was for him to come and make such a fuss today.Fu Yiheng understands him, why doesn't he understand Fu Yiheng?Just like he never doubted that Zhou Ao would have something ulterior if he appeared in this family from the very beginning, how could Zhou Ao be able to do what he couldn't do?He must be out of his mind to talk about instinct, dirty desires, and the bad nature of men with a person who is always strict with himself.

"Sometimes I really doubt it." Jin Chen sneered with the corners of his eyes hanging, "You can't fucking do it."

Speaking of which, it's too boring.

Fu Yiheng looked directly into those eyes, and when he looked away, there was no warmth in them.

"Be decent, don't make the closing ceremony ugly." The man took a step back, put away all the remaining tenderness, nodded and said, "If you insist on asking for a result, it may be as you said, yes , I don’t love you enough, so I’m still not ready to take that step. How, are you satisfied with this answer?”

A verbal attack broke up unhappy.

Fu Yiheng has always been a moderate faction, and he keeps everything to himself so that we can meet each other in the future, but the gentle approach does not apply to Jin Chen.

Jin Chen belongs to the kind of temperament that is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and is very stubborn. As long as there is a glimmer of hope in everything, as long as the road is not blocked, he will try all feasible plans one by one until he is completely bruised and unable to fight again.And the so-called redemption he made with all his strength was just to move himself, with the nature of atonement, for psychological comfort.

Look, I knew I was wrong, and I tried my best to make it up. I really don't blame me.

All he wants is this.

After doing this, Fu Yiheng was calm on the surface, but his inner negative emotions burst out like a dike, his chest was like a ball of soaked cotton, and he couldn't breathe.

Saying that you don’t care at all is self-deception. Three years of feelings are there. There are bad times, and there are more good times. Thinking back a little bit, it’s like a needle in the brain. Who can laugh when we break up and pretend force.

Feeling uncomfortably bored in the room, Fu Yiheng thought of the cookies in his pocket, and looked at the time, it was already 10:30, the Japanese grocery store had already closed, and he couldn't meet anyone when he went there.

But he still went.

I don't know why it's psychological.

Maybe it was simply because there were too many things to worry about, and I went out for a drive, and I drove to the Japanese grocery store after I went for a drive.

At best, he just had the mentality of giving it a try, but when he really saw the shivering figure under the street lamp, his heart sank in the trough suddenly trembled, and then he was lifted up by an invisible hand, The speed is getting faster and faster, and the heartbeat is agitating the eardrums.

He got out of the car, slammed the door, walked over and asked, "Didn't I send you a text message to tell you not to wait?"

The boy put his hands in his pockets, and the zipper of the old padded jacket was pulled up to the top, covering his entire chin. He was holding the zipper puller in his mouth, his nose was red with cold, and his eyes shot out from under the hood of his clothes, showing a little annoyance.

Fu Yiheng knew that it was almost eleven o'clock without looking at the time.

That is to say, Wei Ran waited for him for an hour, and just stood here with his back bent and his white steam in a daze, in the frigid northern winter night.

Just like a kind-hearted man who knows he can't wait to be fed, but still lingers at the entrance of the alley.

Apart from astonishment, Teacher Fu couldn't put on any other decent expressions.

The dim street lamps sprinkled from the top of the head, covering the pale and thin face with a golden film, Wei Ran raised his brows, and the corners of his straight mouth showed impatience: "You just told me not to wait, you didn't say you won't come .”

"What's the difference between these two sentences?" Fu Yiheng took off the thick charcoal-gray scarf with his own body temperature on it, tied it on him with his own hands, and said with a three-point tease and seven-point distress, "You are so stupid. If I If you really don’t come, don’t you wait for so long for nothing?”

"You're here." Wei Ran stared at him and raised the corner of his mouth. There were circles of ripples spreading out around the dark brown eyes, like a sparkling lake where gravel was thrown, "I knew you would come."

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