serious about love

Yanhao secretly translated Jiang Muxing's words into "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll protect you", and took them apart one stroke at a time, and solemnly hid them in the deepest part of his heart.

On the way back, Yan Hao took out Jiang Muxing's number with his mobile phone, deleted and deleted the edited content, and in the end there was only one sentence he wanted to say the most.

-like you.

Yan Hao put her fingertips on the "send" place weakly, her hands trembled, and she didn't dare to click.

There is another message in the draft box.

-

Yan's good mood came to an abrupt end the moment he opened the door of the apartment. He picked up the crumpled and deformed empty cigarette case next to the shoe cabinet, closed the door and walked into the living room, kicking Yang Cong lying on the floor.

"If you want to die, go outside."

Yang Cong took off his hands from his eyes: "I'm back."

Yanjia couldn't see him being so decadent, and kicked him again: "Auntie called me and said you let her go, what about my dinner? Will you accompany me?"

"Order takeaway."

Yang Cong grabbed Yan's legs and tried to use his strength to sit up, but he didn't expect him to be so involuntary, so he directly pulled him down.

Yan Hao supported his shoulders in time, thus avoiding the bloody mouth knocking.

Yang Cong also had lingering fears and was covered in cold sweat.

"Well, good lord, what do you want to eat, I'll give you something small."

Before being whipped, Yang Cong crawled away with a swish, making that movement with long arms and legs, like a big horse monkey.

Yanhao sat down on the sofa: "Are you on leave?"

"Ang," Yang Cong raked his messy hair, and said through his nose, "The medical record said P, but I tore off the gauze on my face without saying a word, took a photo of the wound and sent it."

Banquet: "..."

"Do you still think the wound is fake?"

Yang Cong sat down by the sofa: "Then turn on the QQ video on the computer, I will open the wound and smear my face with the blood that flowed out."

The corners of Yan Hao's eyes twitched: "Just to ask for a leave, what about it?"

"As for," Yang Cong folded his arms and closed his eyes, his handsome face was depressed, "I'm broken in love, I don't like anything, it's annoying."

One last sentence: "Xiao Hao, why do you think I lost?"

Yan Hao frowned: "You didn't listen to a single word I said that night."

"Knowing it is one thing, accepting it and digesting it is another." Yang Cong dragged out his voice lazily, "Hey, there are three things in him that you can't control."

He stretched out his index finger: "One, mouth."

He stretched out his middle finger again: "Two, bird."

Then put up the ring finger: "Three, heart."

Banquet: "..."

Glancing at something, Yan Hao's face darkened immediately, and he pointed his finger over: "You are not allowed to smoke on my sofa here, you put all the ashes on it, you want to die, don't you?"

Yang Cong took it for granted: "I'm broken in love."

I don't know what he found, his expression changed, and his buttocks began to move slightly towards one place.

Yan Hao caught it with sharp eyes, pulled Yang Cong away, and stared at a small black spot on a sofa cover: "There is also a burnt hole."

Yang Cong swallowed without confidence: "I'm broken in love."

Yanhao swept him coldly: "Go away."

"Don't, it's a matter of life and death, you can't leave me alone if you're a brother." Yang Cong jumped up, "I'll replace the sofa cover with a new one later, I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Yan Hao smelled the strong smell of smoke on his clothes: "What good is smoke?"

Yang Cong sighed affectionately: "I don't know what's good, but it's just fascinating."

Yan Hao got up and went to the kitchen, not bothering to pay attention.

Yang Cong chased after his heels: "Xiao Hao, I will sleep with you tonight. When I go back tomorrow, I will say that I fell. You have to testify for me. My parents believe your words."

Yan Hao opened the refrigerator to get a drink: "You sleep in the guest room tonight."

"Got it, got it. I'll be on leave until Monday, and the term will be over after three days." Yang Cong leaned against the door of the refrigerator, and took a bottle of Coke from him. Save yourself the trouble."

Yanhao poured cold water on her: "Isn't it time to go to school after the holidays?"

Yang Cong took a sip of Coke and stuck it in his throat: "Fuck, why do men make things difficult for men? Can't you make me feel good for a month or two?"

Yanhao had a whim: "Stand still."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and took a photo of Yang Cong.

"This is the first time you lost love. I will save it in the computer and show it to you in a few years."

Yang Cong took a look. In the photo, he was wearing a white T-shirt and big pants, his hair was messy, a piece of gauze was stuck on his left cheek, his eyes were blue and bloodshot, he held a bottle of Coke in his hand, and took a mouthful. His cheeks are puffed out, his eyes are empty.

What a fucking idiot.

-

On Sunday morning, I attended a relative’s wedding on behalf of the whole family, and went with a generous red envelope.

The location is on the second floor of the Lanxess Hotel in the city.

Fortunately, in the eyes of relatives, Yan Yan is a child with a perverted personality, unpleasant, and difficult to get along with. The older group will not treat him like other children, pulling him to ask how he is studying, what university he wants to enter for the college entrance examination, What do you want to do in the future, do you have a girlfriend and so on.

People of the same age, or those who are younger than him, do not come to him, but only greet him reservedly.

Neither are familiar.

It takes a meal of effort, and it won't be cooked.

Yanhao felt relaxed and watched a couple of newlyweds complete the ceremony in the corner.

Marriage is a sacred thing.

It is impossible for Yan Hao to marry a wife and have children in this life. When he was 28 years old, he hoped to have a same-sex lover by his side.

——His squad leader.

After the show ended, Yan Hao came out of the lobby, and a person came around the corner and collided with him.

"Kid, don't you have eyes when you walk?"

The other party was in his early thirties, with a handsome face and small eyes. When he bent over to pick up a cigarette, a little tattoo was exposed in his neckline.

Red, green and green, like tigers and leopards.

Yan Hao lifted his feet and walked away, his shoulders were grabbed.

The man's eyes narrowed into a slit: "Let's go now? No apology?"

Yan Hao moved his hands on his shoulders, and every flesh and bone he touched told him that this man was the son of the Lian family.

"Uncle, you hit me too."

"The uncle apologizes first, I'm sorry," the man smiled, "it's your turn."

Yan Hao's mouth was closed, showing no sign of cooperation.

"Such a personality."

The man stretched out his hand suddenly, but Yan Hao couldn't resist, and let him part his bangs.

"Still beautiful."

After the words were finished, the man let go of his hand, held the unlit cigarette between his fingers to his ear, and walked towards the elevator, "Little friend, see you by fate."

After talking, he made a phone call: "Boy Jiang, come out and meet..."

-

10, [-] minutes later, in an alley near Sitong Road.

Chen Feng was squatting by the moss-covered stone wall, smoking a cigarette, and asked the boy standing opposite: "As soon as I said I saw that classmate in your class with a small cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, you came here, why, the classmates are very close?" deep?"

As he spoke, he peered through the floating smoke.

Jiang Muxing said coldly: "Don't deal with people in my school, there is only the last year of high school left, I don't want anything to happen."

Chen Feng smacked his lips in disappointment.

The boy who thought this was not human finally had flesh and blood, with feelings and desires.

Ganqing just doesn't want a bunch of bad things at home to spread in school and affect his study.

It's normal to think about.

This kid has no emotions. He was only as tall as his chest five years ago. He is thin and small. What grade did he go to, the first grade of middle school or the primary school graduation?At that time, I was forced to carry the dilapidated home, and I didn't see a frail and hesitant expression, which was very numb.

Who might be nervous.

Chen Feng thought too much, and his interest diminished a little: "Don't worry, if you pay back your money, no one will make things difficult for you. Everyone has a life to live, and they won't make trouble for nothing."

"We didn't investigate your junior high school or high school. As for your classmate, I just happened to see you walking with him a few days ago, so I took a second look. There is such a beautiful mole between the eyebrows. It's rare, so I naturally have an impression. gone."

There was no expression on Jiang Muxing's face, and no thought could be seen.

"Today is also a coincidence. I bumped into each other while drinking wedding wine at the hotel." Chen Feng half-opened his small eyes, "A kid from a rich family has a pair of shoes on his feet that cost thousands of dollars. I think he is not short of money. It's more than five figures."

Jiang Muxing's pupils shrank slightly, and he took out his hand in his pocket.

It was a defensive posture, ready to attack at any time.

Chen Feng was choked by the smoke, and missed his rare expression of emotion: "You and that classmate have a good relationship. One day, in an unexpected situation, the money can't be paid, can't you ask him to borrow it?"

Jiang Muxing put his hands back into his pockets: "No need."

Chen Feng tut lightly, kindly acting like a donkey.

The alley is filled with the wet smell that has accumulated over the years.

Chen Feng flicked the soot on the bluestone slab, glanced at the boy who was already half a head taller than him, and remembered all the old things.

Repaying debts is justified.

When Chen Feng brought someone to the door, the boy's mother was throwing urns and portraits.

Ashes were scattered all over the floor.

The kid just stood aside, neither crying nor fussing.

He is a ruthless character, that's what Chen Feng thought, and soon verified that.

The kid calmly asked them for all the debt details, sold the house as quickly as possible, paid off the first debt, and took his mother to live in a small shabby house in the basement.

Chen Feng still remembers what happened in that winter.

City T caught up with the once-in-a-century snowfall, killing people.

If they were a little later that day, the boy would have been poisoned to death by a pack of rat poison.

If minors are still struggling, adults will give up first.

-

Chen Feng and his group are also part-time workers, and they follow the orders. If something goes wrong, the big boss blames it, and they have to finish the game.

Therefore, people definitely cannot die. After they die, who do they ask to pay back the money?

Chen Feng sent him to the hospital overnight and rescued him. This kid called him Brother Chen for the first time, but of course he had a plan, the purpose was to find out ways to make money.

From the second year until this year, the kid paid back the money on time, and they never came to ask for it.

Take out your young body, work a few jobs, and save money every penny, which is cruel to yourself.

Chen Feng's thoughts came back, and he shook his head with a meaningless smile.

Whenever life is not going well, he thinks of this kid, and he can always get a lot of comfort.

You have a bad life, and there are people who are worse than you.

You have very little money in your pocket, and someone is overwhelmed with huge debts.

You risk your life for your family, some people dare not risk your life for your family, not even having a headache, for fear of being sick and delaying part-time work.

This comparison fully embodies what it means for each person to have his own destiny.

-

In fact, Chen Feng's visit today was purely on a whim after meeting the kid in the hotel.

He squeezed the cigarette by his mouth and squinted at the young man by the wall.

Has an excellent skin.

God had rewarded him with a shortcut, and it was right in front of him, but he refused to be tempted|tempted, and kept going down according to his own plan, without looking back or wavering.

There is definitely something in my heart that I want to have and stick to.

Otherwise, you won't be able to carry it, and you won't be able to go on.

Chen Feng always felt that it is impossible for a person to survive forever in the boundless darkness.

There must be light to guide.

I just don't know what this kid's light is.

"Honestly, Jiang boy, I admire you very much. If you want to let me go, you will die long ago."

Chen Feng sighed, "It's better to die than to live. Everyone understands this truth, but some things have come to an end. Living is more painful than dying, and living is worse than dying."

"That's why we big guys took turns monitoring you and your mother in the past two years, fearing that you would commit suicide."

Jiang Muxing's breathing was steady, his expression remained motionless, without any cracks, as if he was out of it.

Chen Feng squatted down and smiled at him, not like a debt collector or a debtor, but rather like the hope of a hard-working and hopeless elder for an outstanding junior.

"You kid can hold your breath. Sooner or later, you will pay off the money and live a good life."

Jiang Muxing's throat was sore, he took out a small half box of lozenges, and threw one into his mouth: "I will send the money on time, don't touch my classmates anymore, it's my private business."

The warning is obvious.

"It's just a coincidence that I said it..." Chen Feng felt a trace of coolness in his gaze, and stopped laughing, "Okay, no contact, I will explain it to you, and I promise to let you go to a prestigious university safely."

"Boy Jiang, when you go to college for gold plating, start a business or something, the money will be paid back as soon as possible, and everyone will be happy."

Jiang Muxing took the lozenge in silence.

There are thin and long skylights shining into the alley from above, and the little black bugs in the corner are crawling and crawling.

When Chen Feng touched his foot, the little black worm shrank into a ball in self-preservation. The shell was very hard. He suddenly asked, "Boy Jiang, I'm curious. Have you collapsed in recent years?"

Jiang Muxing's expression was indifferent.

It's not surprising that Chen Feng punched cotton, he has an aura at such an old age, he is heavy, deep-minded, and can't see through.

It cannot be an enemy.

Chen Feng threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stood up slowly, stretched his waist and said: "Let's go, Jiang boy, go have a drink with me."

Jiang Muxing didn't raise his eyelids: "No, I work part-time and don't have time."

Two seconds later, the phone in Jiang Muxing's pocket vibrated, and it was a message.

-Squad leader, you said last night that you are working at Nanshan Cafe during the day today, and I am now in the nearby Shirong Plaza, can I go and find you?

Then came another one.

- will it cause you trouble

Jiang Muxing knocked on the phone without any hesitation, and replied a few words.

- OK, no trouble.