lover relationship

·

Lin Wei's complexion was very ugly. Director Wang said that he was older than them, and persuaded Lin Wei: "What else do you want him to drink? Xiao Sang is like this. Take him to rest quickly!"

Lin Wei didn't speak, loosened his bow tie, feeling a little violent and irritable.

He hasn't felt this way for a long time, and it's not good.

Director Wang saw that Lin Wei hadn't moved, and felt that he had been slapped in the face, and his face was not very good-looking.When Fu Zhifei called the hospital and came in, the atmosphere was so weird. Although Mr. Fu was lazy, he didn't understand the world. He patted Lin Wei's shoulder, frowned and said, "Why are you stubborn here? Fighting wine with Wang Ju?"

After all, Fu Zhifei was the one who Sang Ye took as his brother, Lin Wei pursed his lips, hugged Sang Ye and stood up.

Sang Ye clutched his stomach, unable to speak due to the pain, he was drenched in cold sweat, and his face was dripping with water.

Stomach pain involved, Sang Ye tugged on Lin Wei's cuff, the movement was as light as scratching his itch, itching Lin Wei's heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidney, itching his lips so much that he wanted to kiss him.

Sang Ye's lips moved, Lin Wei approached him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sang Ye took a deep breath, endured the stomach pain and said in a low voice: "You have such a bad temper, what do you do with my business, Director Wang advised you not to listen, is it reasonable?"

Lin Wei's face darkened in an instant, and his deeply knit brows were squeezed together to form a Sichuan character.

Sang Ye pushed him with his hands, got out of Lin Wei's arms, and smiled at Director Wang and the deputy director, "Hey, after all, he is half a year younger and ignorant, the director is surprised!"

He didn't mean to please when he spoke, the smile on his face was with an unsharp knife, he didn't hit the face of the round, the blunt knife didn't hurt, the numbness was not pain, and the face of the round was red and white After a while, the banquet broke up immediately, and everyone said a decent goodbye casually.

The waiter led Wang Ju to his room to rest, and Pu'er tea cakes had been placed on the tea table.Director Wang sighed. Now young people are courageous enough and can really resist.

He thought about it twice, and felt that there was something wrong between Lin Wei and Sang Ye.

He has seen a lot of things when he is old, and this kind of love is too much, he is not willing to care about it after seeing it.

He actually had a good impression of Sang Ye, but he was somewhat dissatisfied with the deputy director.When you are young, it is about making friends and companions, but when you are old, it is boring. The people around you come and go, there is no need to use wine to maintain it. Persuasion hurts your health. Soak wolfberries.

Lin Wei took Sang Ye away, but the two directors were still there, and Fu Zhifei couldn't leave if Director Wang was there. There was no reason to leave the guest halfway.

Director Wang called Fu Zhifei and told him to take the tea cake back: "I have nothing to do with what happened on Mount Mian. Can I have a conscience for sending such a valuable thing? Are you messing around with me too?"

"I can't stop him from doing things." Fu Zhifei didn't say much, he knew Wang Ju's character, so he took the tea cake away without being polite.

Director Wang was a little ashamed, and explained to Fu Zhifei: "I didn't know that the two of them could be so crazy. One dared to drink and the other dared to persuade him. Tomorrow, he must scold that bastard. Being a deputy director is amazing. Drunken maniacs don't even care about the occasion."

Fu Zhifei was obviously also worried about Sang Ye, and he didn't respond to the words, and he was also angry.

Angry at that jerk in the deputy bureau, and angry at Sang Ye for being disobedient and not knowing how to cherish himself.

The two of them can be regarded as brothers who grew up wearing the same underpants. The relationship between Fu Zhifei and Sang Ye is more like brothers than between him and his elder brother.

Sang Ye looks capable, as if he is invincible, but he is actually farting.

On the way Lin Wei came to Mianshan, he specially called his family's driver. He rarely used the Lin family's driver a few times a year. Today, he was afraid that he would be drinking in Sangye, so he called him. It was really right.

The two of them sat in the back seat, Lin Wei pulled down the fender to separate the front and back, and Sang Ye was curled up into a ball at the moment, sitting on the right side of the carriage, with his head leaning against the window.

The winding mountain road is flat, and the road going down the mountain to Suhe city overlaps with the national highway, and there are also small roads passing through the urban and rural areas. flutter.

It looked pitiful.

Lin Wei stretched out his hand to him: "Come here and I'll hug you."

Sang Ye just pretended that he didn't hear, and looked at the back of the seat in front of him with empty eyes.

Lin Wei's hand fell on his arm, and Sang Ye turned away in disgust, refusing his touch.

Lin Wei was a little angry, and felt that Sang Ye was a shameless person. He was already very irritable, but now he couldn't help it. He grabbed Sang Ye's arm and pulled it to his side.

Sang Ye couldn't bear it at all, and fell over as soon as his eyes darkened, pinching Lin Wei's arm and pushing hard when the two were about to embrace each other, Lin Wei was even more furious when he pushed him against the car window: "Sang Ye you!"

"Me?" Sang Ye's weak laughter came from his side, he couldn't straighten his waist due to the stomachache, he could only arch his body, he raised his head from under Lin Wei, revealing a pale and beautiful face.

Street lights flickered outside the car window, either warm yellow, or pale white, and sometimes it was even darker.

Lin Wei saw Sang Ye's eyes in the darkness, and there was a little color deep in his eyes. If Ah Ye's mother had married a foreign youth, perhaps Sang Ye's eyes would be as beautiful as water.

It was obviously dark, and nothing could be seen.But Lin Wei seemed to be able to see his eyes, see the strangeness and rejection in his eyes, see the disdain and disgust in his eyes.

Lin Wei heard Sang Ye's low voice and asked slowly, "What's wrong with me?"

He asked again: "What's wrong with me, does it have something to do with you?"

Lin Wei's throat choked, and his grip on Sang Ye's arm became tighter, but this time there was no coquettish coquettish spirit to coax him.

Sang Ye seemed to be smiling, Lin Wei noticed a change in breath, Sang Ye's voice was weak with a smile, and he said, "Thank you for coming to me, how does it feel to be a hero?"

Lin Wei snorted coldly: "It's not very good."

"Yes, a beauty doesn't appreciate it, he is not a beauty," Sang Ye said mockingly, "What name do you use to come to me? Don't you think it's funny? My lover took care of me drinking and drinking, and misplaced my position, right? ?”

Every time he uttered a word, his face became paler, and the effort of each word cut his flesh and blood.

He noticed that Lin Wei was a little different from before.

Lin Heng was nervous.

Sang Ye was also there, he was so nervous that his stomach and throat hurt, he was too scared.

"Do you like me?" Sang Ye suddenly asked.Unlike the last time when they were in the hotel in Mianshan, Sangye said "You like me!" with certainty and pride, this time he was suspicious, and he couldn't figure it out.

Lin Wei unconsciously clenched his other hand, and then he pinched it into the flesh. Boss Lin kept his stiff indifference and asked, "What are you talking about?"

As if what he heard was a joke.

Sano breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't pay too much attention to me, Lin Wei," Sang Ye sat beside Lin Wei, resting his head on his shoulders, his gestures were intimate, but his words were very cold. not worth it."

Lin Wei was not stupid enough to ask "why", Lin Wei just said lightly: "Don't think too much."

He said it so easily, Sang Ye's brain was so painful that the nerves in his heart were trembling, and he took it seriously in the chaos.

Lin Wei picked up Sang Ye and put it on his lap, pressing his stomach slightly. The warm palms made Sang Ye feel much more comfortable, and he consciously found a comfortable position to nestle in.

Making each other comfortable is the criterion between them, and they don't want any other kind of love.

Sang Ye said: "Sometimes when I say I like you and love you, it doesn't matter whether it's on the bed or off the bed. Whoever takes it seriously is too stupid."

Lin Wei nodded: "A Ye is very experienced, it seems that he has been stupid to many people before. Do you think I am as stupid as them?"

Lin Wei thought, felt, I scolded myself.

Sang Ye thought vaguely, this man is sick, what to scold him for.

Thoughts flashed along with the pain, Sang Ye forgot what they were talking about just now, he was too tired and cold, closed his eyes and said, "I'll sleep."

Lin Wei stroked his sweaty hair, kissed his pale and sweaty temples with no trace of cleanliness, and said softly, "Then go to sleep."

Sang Ye nodded slightly, woke up from a short nap, grabbed Lin Wei's collar softly and said, "I'm not going to the hospital, take me home."

Lin Wei frowned, and Sang Ye bit his lip and said, "I'm not going to the hospital..."

Lin Wei kissed his forehead and immediately coaxed him to say "yes".Anyway, the private hospital next to Yuhua courtyard is his, and he can invite doctors in.

Only then did Sangye fall into his arms with peace of mind, and pressed his sweat-drenched hair against his face.

Lin Wei moved away a little, lowered his head to feel his sweat and pain, and felt his uneasiness, so he stroked his back soothingly.

Sang Ye relaxed a little, but was still nervous.

He is afraid of hospitals.

The hospital was white, with carnations and daisies everywhere, sometimes paler than the pale walls.

In the nursing home in France, the walls are painted light yellow, and there are always fresh flowers in the vases. When you open the window, you can smell the smell of the garden. When you tilt your head slightly, you can see a small piece of sky outside from the hospital bed. .

As a family member of the patient, Sangye often stares in a daze at the tall sycamore tree outside the window.

The tree is 200 years old, and the trunk cannot be surrounded by one person. It is so lush no matter in spring or summer, and even in winter, it still has a period of vitality waiting to bloom.

Not at all the same as the patient in the bed.

That beautiful woman is a bird in captivity. She has lost the love of her master and lost her wings. When she looks out of the window, she will only feel that life is boring. She looks in the window—she is fed up with being caged like this again. life.

Her skin can no longer be regarded as pale, she has a dark yellowish brown in her paleness, without the support of fresh flesh and blood, only the empty skin is left.

Her hand, as withered as an old tree, slightly rested on her son's.

She said, "Aye, you should live happily and freely."

Sang Ye's eyes moved in from the window, stared at his mother's hand, and then slowly pulled it away. The young Sang Ye had felt compassion from the innocence and romance of his childhood, and he said: "You don't love me."

A tear fell from the corner of Sangye's mother's eye, and disappeared along the withered and soft hair. She reached out to touch her son again, but Sangye avoided her.

The young Sang Ye knew that her mother was dying soon, her stomach had become very fragile, complications made her vulnerable, and her thin blood vessels seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the infusion needle.

The instrument had already been removed, and her dying made everyone feel sad, including Sangye's grandfather, Sangye's uncle, and the unrelated grandmother. They were all very sad.

Sad for Sang Ye's mother, and also for Sang Ye.

She will die, abandoning life, abandoning everything, and abandoning her children.

Her vocal chords no longer have that innocent vibrancy, she will no longer share a bowl of sweet tofu with her children, she will not be able to hold up that elegant cotton skirt, and she will no longer sit on the back seat of a bicycle.

Sang Ye buried his head in his palm with a whimper, and the boy complained hoarsely, "You don't even love me!"

"Then why did you give birth to me?" He took the hand that his mother struggled to stretch out, and he didn't even dare to use force. Sang Ye pressed her hand to his face, yearning for the tenderness of his mother, the plump and soft cheeks that caressed him hands.

The dry touch felt like a piece of bark had been ground, and Sangye's eyes were already dazzled by tears, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

When that hand was getting colder and colder, Sang Ye smiled weakly at his mother and sent her off for the last time.

The blue-yellow leaves fell all over the ground, and the dust on the leaves indicated that they would return to the dust. The black umbrella was like a crow hovering on the treetops. The sea of ​​flowers turned into a sea of ​​blood, the lake water turned into a swamp, and the full moon hung in the sky, evoking The bloody desire of the man-eating wolf, Sang Ye closed his eyes uneasily, unable to wake up from the dream.

"You don't love me."

He was trembling, and Lin Wei could only hear his murmur when he got very close.

Sang Ye's fragile questioning shattered all the faces, fights, concealments and hypocrisy, like a broken mirror, allowing him and Lin Chen to see each other behind the mirror.

Lin Wei held the back of his neck in pain, pressed it against his ear and repeated over and over again: "Aye, I love you."

During the struggle, Sang Ye seemed to wake up, as if he heard it, he shrank even more uncomfortable, whether it was because of stomach pain or something else, Lin Wei leaned over and hugged him tightly, and Sang Ye hooked his neck and whimpered.

He is too fragile, there are volcanoes and baobab trees on a small planet, and he only has four thorns that look like claws.

One is called pride, one is called smile, one is called helplessness, and one is called "I don't love you".

Lin Wei hugged his rose tightly and kissed his sweaty petals.

So Rose huddled and repeated to Lin Chen over and over again, building up thin barriers of self-help.

Sang Ye responded unconsciously to Lin Wei's words, he just wanted to protect himself, so he said over and over again: "I don't love you."

The author has something to say: —————

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: 1 mouse;

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: You bank 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

Everyone Loves Xia Xiqing 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!