lover relationship

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The black-and-white mime begins with the bright red color of Sang Ye’s smiling lips, the black goat of doom jumping at his feet, the fiery red skirt of the gypsy woman is rolled up and swaying, listening to the rude and straightforward sarcasm and sarcasm among all kinds of ugly characters To ridicule, as if in this ugly world, kindness is ugly Quasimodo.

Hot lead water was poured down the church, the sound of cavalry cavalry sounded in disorder in the night, the bell ringer killed Claude, and there was a mournful cry from the bell tower——

clang--

There are no gods in the world, and believers are trying to save themselves.

Sang Ye woke up from the hospital bed, and he was sent to the nearest private hospital. The apartment-like ward was painted with light yellow paint.

Kuwano looked at the window in a trance, outside the autumn leaves were falling, the branches were falling into the ground, and the sound of Tom playing the flute was playing on the withered grass, and then something in him danced with him, crossed the hill, went to the distance.

The wind called his name: "Aye..."

Na Yun waved to him: "Aye..."

In the sound of the flute, there was a woman's gentle smile looking back, reaching out to hold him: "Aye..."

The illusion is like a bubble, there is the proper home, a warm-colored lamp in the staff college late at night, the man let the child sit on his shoulder: "Aye..."

They ran down the corridor with the windmill in hand, leaped high and slapped the wind chimes in the corridor, the crisp jingle sounded, and their childhood partners called him:

"Ano!"

Passing through the [-] bars in the old alley, the car bell sounds like sweet bean curd, the smiling woman in the white skirt pinches the brim of her hat with one hand, and rolls up her long skirt with the other hand, revealing sandals and white socks, sitting on the back seat of his swinging bicycle and laughing Be happy: "Aye, our Aye has grown up! You can even carry me!"

Those voices melted into a piece of light in the bright sunshine of spring and summer, and there were large fields of flowers in the field of light, and every flower caught his clothes and fingers: "Aye...Aye...Aye!"

They looked at him, smiled and stretched out their hands gently to him. They couldn't hear the sound, only saw the mouth shape saying: "Come on, let's go... Come with me..."

His mother's gentle smile was exactly the same as in memory, and she asked him softly, "Don't you miss me?"

Roses made of white gauze were pinned to her wide-brimmed sun hat, surrounding her and reflecting her beautiful face.

Sang Ye felt that he couldn't move, he couldn't move a bit, he just desperately wanted to hold his mother's hand, struggling to grasp her tenderness, her love for young children, and her reluctance and nostalgia.

Then she fell down suddenly, was hit by a drop of blood, dyed red, the blood was drained, and quickly shriveled, and the wind turned her into dust.

The cool sweet bean curd in midsummer was dangling in a porcelain bowl, suddenly tipped over from the table, rolled down and smashed into pieces all over the floor in an instant, and the sound of exploding the porcelain pieces was also crisp.

The illusion in front of him was shattered, the white gauze roses on the brim of the hat were dyed red, and every rose in the flower field hooked his clothes and fingers with thorny vines and shouted to him: "Don't go!"

They entangled his ankles, entangled his calves, and the muddy ground engulfed him bit by bit. The thorny vines wrapped around his body, tightened his throat, pierced his eyes and dragged him down.

Sang Ye struggled violently, the nausea in his stomach made him retch in vain.

He slept very unsteadily on the hospital bed, and was struck by nightmares. He flicked and twitched like a dying fish out of water.

A dry palm grabbed his hand: "Aye..."

He was shaken awake, his clenched teeth loosened suddenly, and Sang Ye gasped for breath.

There is no peak of spring and summer, and it is a deep night at this time.

Lin Wei supported the back of his neck: "Aye, don't be afraid..."

A hot towel was on standby at any time, and Lin Wei wiped his face carefully, carefully wiping away the tears on his face.

The warmth soothed him well.

"Don't be afraid..." Lin Wei's voice was very low.

Sang Ye felt that his right leg was very painful. His leg was so painful under the plaster that he couldn't even bend it. His forehead was sweating.

Lin Wei laid him flat and rearranged the pillows under his feet to make him more comfortable.

There were still marks on Lin Wei's face from being beaten by Fu Zhifei, his face was bruised, and there was a wound on the corner of his mouth.

Yes, he jumped off the balcony.

The second floor is not too high, and it's a bit cool to jump down.But it's not so good to break a leg.

Lin Wei was frightened by him, and his whole body was very gloomy. He almost jumped off after chasing him from the balcony, and then carried him into Fu Zhifei's car. Shu Wang was also there.

They rushed all the way to the hospital, and after the plaster was put on, Fu Zhifei and Lin Wei had a quarrel in the ward.

Lin Wei didn't make a serious move, and was beaten almost unilaterally. The only punch he gave Fu Zhifei was because Fu Zhifei said he was not worthy to be with Sang Ye, and then Shu Wang saw him and kicked him back.

Sang Ye signaled Lin Wei to get up from the hospital bed, and turned on a warm yellow desk lamp.

Now he finds it funny to see the scar on Lin Wei's face.

What did he say then?In retrospect, Sang Ye felt that he had a hard heart, a white-eyed wolf who couldn't help himself.

When they were fighting, they were seen by a passing child, and the little boy asked him timidly, "Does it hurt?"

Sang Ye replied casually, "It hurts to be alive."

One sentence turned the faces of several people around him into shame.

Sang Ye had a desire to smoke, and finally endured it again and again, knocking on the armrest of the wheelchair and said: "Life is always painful, and the occasional happiness is also an illusion."

"If you have family and friends by your side, they will come to mourn, cry, and be sad when you die. They will make you feel so distressed that you can't bear to leave. Death is more painful than life."

"If there is no one around you, they won't come to cry for you, they won't care about you, they won't fight for you, they won't even bother to send you to the hospital, and you don't care, death is no different from life."

"If you have no family or friends by your side, there is only one person who can dock—" Sang Ye looked at Lin Wei, provoking wantonly, committing the crime of "intentionally hurting others".

He shrugged with a teasing smile, and said with great regret: "——then it's over."

"You will want to restrain him, tie him to your side, embed him in your flesh and blood, you will want to feed him, and you will want to drink his blood."

"You will lock him in your villa, cut off all connections between him and the outside world, and control everything about him, like domesticating a pet, as your last salvation."

"You love him because you want rather than because you want to, and your tolerance for him is limited to feeding rather than bragging love. You don't love him at all, you just want him to be your life Nostalgia, fill the rest of your empty life, and then let two people lose their freedom at the same time."

Sang Ye paused for a moment, examining his sinful and ugly thoughts, and wanted to use such decisive words to make a clean break with Lin Wei.

He stared at Lin Wei's face with a smile and asked him: "Am I right, my dear?"

Lin Wei's face was extremely ugly, like a tea bag of English tea, his face was sombre and his eyes were dark.

Sang Ye felt a little regretful after a long speech, and then he became more confident and did all the tricks.

He had a sullen face but still smiled: "But I'm not your dog."

The passer-by child was dumbfounded, and was pushed away by Shu Wang.

Sang Ye tilted his head innocently towards Lin Wei, and asked, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Lin Wei turned around with a heavy face, and didn't show up again for a whole afternoon.

Fu Zhifei wanted to have a long talk with Sang Ye, and asked what happened, but Sang Ye remained silent, or directly changed the subject, "Have you eaten?" "How is it with Shu Wang recently?" "That kid just now Is it your son?"...

Changing the topic without writing a draft, he spoke very naturally, and he would stop Fu Zhifei if he asked a question.

In the end, Teacher Fu was left silent, and Sang Ye saw off the guests with a smile.

bad.

He is bad.

In the afternoon, he had a fever, and the infusion in the bottle was like a tormenting countdown, dropping drops hypnotically. Sang Ye counted 450 times and did not reach Lin Chen when he came back, nor did he count to 550 times.

Now in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a dream, and the people around me were still so meticulous.

Sang Ye remained silent as Lin Wei rubbed his hair.

Lin Wei always believed that Sang Ye's declaration of breaking up was just a whim, and when this period passed and Sang Ye was more or less acceptable, they were still the same as before, and there was no reason to separate.

But what Sang Ye said was true.

He wants to escape.

Over the hills and into the distance.

But Lin Wei couldn't bear him, and Lin Wei refused to let him go.

His proposal to return to France was silently refuted by Lin Wei, and his proposal to live alone was also opposed by Lin Wei because he broke his leg and could not take care of himself.

Lin Wei hasn't gone to work for a long time. He cooks in the morning and evening. His skill in making pastry is not bad, but the home-cooked dishes he cooks can only be regarded as "can't die".

Sang Ye talked to him casually, obviously perfunctory.

In this matter, he broke his promise, and he swore to break his promise not to leave.

He wants to go, he doesn't want to stay here for a moment, he wants to go, he wants to travel around the world, he wants to sing to his heart's content.

But Lin Wei couldn't let go, he became more and more silent, only looking at Sang Ye with burning thoughts in his eyes.

This scorching heat is gradually extinguishing.

The walls of the suite wards in private hospitals are also light yellow. Sang Ye saw this color as soon as he opened his eyes, and every time he would be in a daze, thinking that he was on the small bed in the companion's ward in the mother's ward.

After being stiff for a long time, he gradually came back to his senses. It was him, not his mother, who was lying on the hospital bed.

Suddenly, Sang Ye lost the desire to eat.

It may be that the retching came too fast and too violent that day, the throat has been uncomfortable, and the stomach is also uncomfortable.

Sang Ye felt that his gastric ulcer seemed to be rotting him from the inside of his body, and he couldn't even eat liquid food, so he could only hang glucose.

He himself didn't want to eat subjectively, forcing himself to contend with hunger, and there was a sense of fate that would never end in reincarnation.

It turned out that when his mother died, he felt like this.

The aroma of food cannot lift his spirits and abandon himself in life.

Lin Wei realized something was wrong in the afternoon when Sang Ye refused to eat for three consecutive meals.

He lost weight quickly, and his eyes and eyebrows showed a sense of depression and abruptness. He looked at him quietly, using this method to make Lin Wei compromise.

Lin Wei even wanted to pinch his mouth angrily and pour him food, but he couldn't bear it.

Really reluctant.

This is a kind of reluctance that goes further than possessiveness. His love is a problem for Sang Ye, and Sang Ye is his "not to".

When the situation was still the same the next day, Lin Wei gave up. He called Fu Zhifei, then stood outside the ward, and only came in late at night when no one could see him, and looked at him until dawn.

Shu Wang cooked gruel with minced meat and decanted rice soup. When Fu Zhifei came to the hospital with a lunch box, he and Lin Wei were left silent when he saw him and Lin Wei.

On the hospital bed, Sang Ye's legs were lifted up, and he was weak, and he forced himself to smile at him.

He's free, he's free, but he's not happy at all.

Fu Zhifei could only sigh: "... I've played it."

Lin Wei leaned against the door, his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, staring at the door of the ward, he seemed to ask himself, "Has he eaten?"

Shu Wang outside the ward was startled by his voice, thought he was talking to himself, and replied, "Should be able to eat... right?"

Lin Wei raised his head and exhaled a standard smoke ring, and heaved a sigh of relief.

His eyes never moved away, as if he wanted to see Sang Ye's swallowing from behind the door, and see the reshaped vitality in his body.

Shu Wang next to him glanced at him from time to time, feeling that his health was also very worrying, the young man didn't know how to hide, and couldn't hide the concern in his eyes.

However, Lin Wei didn't like this kind of sight.

He doesn't like other people's concern for him, and he is completely consistent with Sang Ye on this point.They only belong to each other, there is no place for anyone else, they are so picky that they don't even want a kind look.

Lin Wei thought about how to make Shu Wang look away from his probing eyes, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "Congratulations."

Shu Wang looked at him blankly, and Lin Wei said, "You seem to have a good relationship with Fu Zhifei. Before that, Sang Ye and I thought he would be alone for the rest of his life."

Shu Wang pursed his lips: "You and Sang Ye..." He closed his mouth again.

Lin Wei held a cigarette between his fingers, looked at the door lightly, and said with a soft smile, "That's it."

The outcome is clear and the outcome is certain.

Lin Wei stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the trash can, his tone suddenly became elusive, with a certain hint: "People who love each other will meet again, do you believe it?"

Shu Wang suddenly looked up at Lin Wei.

"I don't believe it," Lin Wei said word by word, "That's just a coincidence. Five or six years, that's also a coincidence."

Shu Wang is keenly aware that Lin Wei knows about his past, the brief encounter between him and Fu Zhifei six years ago, and the hidden longing for him to stand beside Fu Zhifei.

Both Lin Wei and Sang Ye's eyes are too vicious, as if they can see through everyone.

This made Shu Wang feel a little cold.

"It's different from you and Fu Zhifei. If I let Sang Ye go, he will never come back." Lin Wei almost admitted his clarity, and he even laughed and said, "Are you surprised? Some things always If you can find something in the minutiae, if you find it, check it out... After all, you and him are quite close."

Shu Wang trembled, his voice became cold unconsciously: "You check everyone around him like this?"

"No," Lin Wei shook his head, his gentleman's stick lightly touched the floor, "I don't have much interest in others. The desire to possess is not something everyone can provoke."

Shu Wang: "You push Sang Ye too hard, so you can't communicate with him well. Why do you have to use such an absolute way?"

"Why use an ordinary method?" Lin Wei thought with a smile, how much does the young man in front of him know about the truth?

Lin Wei narrowed his eyes: "If it is not to ensure that he can dance and laugh, I think the best way is to immerse him in formalin to make a precious specimen, which belongs only to me."

Shu Wang shuddered, Lin Wei looked at the shock on his face and found it very funny: "You really believe it?"

Lin Wei looked at the door of the ward and closed his eyes slightly, and his voice was very weak: "If Sang Ye heard me say this, he would only ask 'how does it feel to soak in formalin, do you have a red wine bath? Come comfortably'."

"Mediocre people are boring, only he is happy."

The smile on Lin Wei's face faded: "When I wanted to catch his happiness, I couldn't."

Shu Wang: "If you lock him up like that, he's definitely not willing."

Lin Wei shook his head and said, "You don't understand. Detaining him, or just persuading him to drink and hurt his health, is the same for Sang Ye. He didn't give anyone the right to choose him, and he wasn't even allowed to speak."

"I know very well that there is only one way to keep Sang Ye, and that is to let him choose me independently. But," Lin Wei stood up straight with a gentleman's stick, proud and cold, emphatically emphasizing the "but" two A word, as if erecting a fortress for yourself.

Lin Teng said: "I can't be chosen by others."

Shu Wang: "Can't you both take a step back and be considerate of each other?"

Lin Wei shook his head and sneered: "No. If Sang Ye is willing to abandon freedom, if I am willing to let him choose, I will not love you."

"This is a dead end," Lin Wei said. "Because of this dead end, we admire each other, and because of this dead end, we can't solve the result."

"So unlike you, it will win or lose in the end." Lin Wei said.

Shu Wang asked him, "Then did you lose or win?"

The doctor from the hospital came to see Lin Wei for transfer procedures. Lin Wei signed the document, put down his pen, and did not reply to Shu Wang. The gentleman's stick was gently shaken in his hand, he waved his hand behind his back, and left.

Shu Wang took the transfer procedure and walked into the ward. Sang Ye looked much better after eating, and when he saw him, he smiled and said, "You're good at cooking."

And knowingly asked: "What is in your hand?"

Shu Wang handed the transfer signature form to Sang Ye, and Lin Wei's handwriting on it was crazy. Sang Ye looked at it for a long time, and suddenly laughed and said, "Freedom is mine, what do you want to sign?"

He was only mad for a sentence, and then he became a little sleepy, and Fu Zhifei left with comfort and interest.

When the ward was empty, there was a sudden sense of loneliness.

He is free.

Without being bound by a relationship, you can live a loose life like before.

But he suddenly felt very tired.

Sang Ye was transferred to the city hospital. In the general ward, he listened to the lives of ordinary people, the aunt who danced square dance and twisted her waist, the uncle who dislocated his arm due to fancy exercises on fitness equipment, and the bear who slammed into the glass door and broke his bone. child……

He was hospitalized until the fracture was about to heal, and he realized that the pyrotechnics seemed to be far away from him.

A sense of urgency pursued him to collect debts from him, and Sang Ye almost immediately booked a plane ticket back to France.

On the day he left, he didn't even dare to look back, as if Lin Wei stood outside the glass door of the airport inspection and said goodbye to him.

In fact, Lin Wei did not come, he has been sick.

In his drowsiness, he received a call from Fang Xian, and the frozen voice of Queen Fang Pieces unbearably loosened a bit at this moment: "...Mr. Lin, the plane has taken off."

Lin Wei pressed down the phone silently and then coughed violently. The warm-colored home decoration in the villa lost all meaning at this moment. Lin Wei walked to the window with his clothes on.

The north wind was wrapped in the suddenly opened window, and the curtains were blown full, and a vague and desolate figure was drawn after the faint.

Lin Wei looked up at the sky.

There are no traces of wings on it.

The clouds are very light.

It looks the same from the plane, the clouds are very light.

Sang Ye choked with sobs, his eyes turned red, and he waved his hand in refusal when the stewardess came over to greet her considerately.

He suddenly understood what it means to have been in the sea.

The author has something to say: Claude is Quasimodo's adoptive father.

And as a reminder, this chapter has the part of language dialogue that is repeated in the article "Bai Yueguang Always Says I Fuck Him". Because I like the dialogue written at that time very much, and it can also express the image of the characters, so in this article, the language dialogue I made reservations, but because of the different perspectives, the direction and emotional details of seeing things are still different, and I have dealt with it well.

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