middle of the road

When Jiang Mingyang made an appointment for dinner, Fu Jin directly replied that he didn't have time. He probably felt a little dry after answering, so he pondered over and over again and typed a few more words.

- I have a lot to do and I'm busy.

It's not that he really has any opinions on Jiang Mingyang, but that the annual Humanities and Social Sciences Research Project of the Ministry of Education has started to apply again. The school has always paid more attention to this aspect. This time, several of their new lecturers are specially designated to be in charge of it Youth Fund Project.

Fu Jin has a hard time and can’t tell, usually forget it at night, it’s dark on Saturdays and Sundays, running between the school and the house to start the project.

He really didn't have any extra thoughts to think about the matter between him and Jiang Mingyang, and after that day, Jiang Mingyang ignored him for almost two weeks, if the time was longer, Fu Jin felt that the relationship would probably be broken again, but He was also scolded last time, so it's so hard to ask him to open the mouth first, even though he thought that he slept with someone else, and it was a bit unethical to do so, but Fu Jin still held back.

Cheng Yang, he hasn't seen him for so many years, finally got some news, he asked what's the matter, why was it taken as a testimony in court to convict him, Jiang Mingyang has been in charge of him for so many years, and put him on someone else's bed He didn't give up, and even wanted to interfere with him when the end came.

Why?

Who is he.

Why has this problem remained unchanged for decades?

After crying bitterly, Chi Yu said that he wanted to change his past. Why can't he let go of him who has no name and no distinction.

Fu Jin typed a few lines, but he really didn't think about the content, so he simply stopped and went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

The coffee machine was given by Jiang Mingyang when he moved two years ago. It was very valuable. He paid Jin and took a sip. Thinking of when Chi Yu just started his business, Jiang Mingyang resolutely quit his job with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands and came to him to make a coffee machine. A small black worker who doesn't even have a contract.

Seeing them flying in and out every day, they don't even care about the tiredness of taking a breath. After working hard, whenever they are free, they will go over to help. Chiyu has no parents and no mother, and they are the only ones who can rely on him A few friends, it was at that time that the relationship between him and Jiang Mingyang began to get rid of the estrangement, and became vigorous and positive, otherwise he wouldn't be thinking of calling him when he was drowsy.

Fu Jin was actually not very drunk that day. He always knew who the person who got on and off the car and hugged him was. Because he knew, he could really feel relieved in that situation. , I really met someone who touched him while he was drunk.

Obviously, Jiang Mingyang did not belong to that category.

When he entered the door, he was worried that he would fall down, so Jiang Mingyang held him tighter. Fu Jin couldn't stand up, so he rubbed against him twice. After that, he had been raising him for almost 30 years, and as soon as he endured it, his heart was at rest. The sperm who was about to cultivate into a fairy suddenly went crazy and went away.

Like an overstuffed closet, the brains are completely filled.

To put it bluntly, he was no longer a human being at that time, but a powerful flyboard in human form.

In a trance, I remembered that he pushed the person against the door and grabbed the collar and touched it with his hands first, and he seemed to bite him somewhere while touching.

Seeing that it was all like that, he unexpectedly remembered that the person who was not reassuring was not Jiang Mingyang, but himself who was suffocated.

He doesn't remember whether Jiang Mingyang obeyed or resisted. The only thing he still remembers is that he talked a lot, and when he rolled into bed, he probably begged Jiang Mingyang, uttered some stupid and shameful words, and then that day At night, he got his wish and fell asleep.

He thought about wanting to announce the good news, but in the end the person in the good news turned into himself. He didn't know what Jiang Mingyang was feeling at that moment.

Fu Jin scratched the waist of his trousers in some pain, but at this time, the fragments of memory that night were still shamelessly rising up. Jiang Mingyang's firm and smooth body pressed against his ear, panting heavily and quickly, looking up. The pained but tolerant expression when looking at him...

Day, completely unable to think about it, Fu Jin put down the cup in his hand, got up and went to the toilet.

He is almost skipping over the unclear state between him and Jiang Mingyang now, thinking directly of any chance for the two of them to have a reunion like that day, when he drank too much alcohol that night, he had a severe headache, and he groaned and groaned. Toss him once and it's over.

Looking at it now, this is not enough for him who knows the taste.

But... what on earth does Jiang Mingyang mean, a straight man, and he just fell for him, and he didn't come to ask for an explanation?

That day in the parking lot, what he said was unclear, but it was a bit like he became angry after he fell asleep, so he was responsible?

Does Jiang Mingyang have any thoughts on this, and why he hasn't talked about it for so many years, and he obviously hated him so much in high school, no matter how narcissistic Fu Jin is, he knows that for a straight man, he grows into a fairy in the sky and grows into a crooked man. In their eyes, there is no difference between melon and date, and can a straight man really be able to bend? If his orientation is so easy to change, he doesn't want others to bend, let him go straight first.

So does Jiang Mingyang really like him, or does he not sympathize with him after watching him jump up and down like a monkey for so many years?

Fu Jin felt that unless Jiang Mingyang told him personally one day, he really didn't have the courage to face such a straight man of steel.

He never felt that he had such a big face... that he could influence his life.

Fu Jin came out of the bathroom, washed his face, and was about to walk into the room when the doorbell rang, and he ran to open it. After opening it, he looked outside and was a little stunned.

"Why are you so surprised every time?" Jiang Mingyang glanced at him, opened the door and walked in, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Why are you here?" After Fu Jingang finished thinking about others, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the Lord. He touched his nose, kicked a pair of slippers for him, and glanced at him. After ordering food, I asked without words, "Do you want to cook?"

"If you don't eat it, I'll cook it. If you eat it, I'll save it for tomorrow." Jiang Mingyang said.

"Of course I didn't eat." Fu Jin shook his head without changing his expression, "I'm so busy, I don't even have time to go to the toilet, so I don't have time to eat."

"Then go get busy first." Jiang Mingyang walked to the kitchen, "Okay, I'll call you."

"Oh." Fu Jin couldn't help but glanced at him while responding. Everything was normal, even more normal than when the two of them came to the door on the third day after they had just finished their work. In the state of not saying a word for a week, the natural flow of speech is flawless.

It seems that under Jiang Mingyang's "do all he can to turn the tide", the break-up of the relationship did not succeed.

And I don't know if it's his illusion, Fu Jin always has the feeling that seeing Jiang Mingyang this time is obviously more embarrassing than the last time.

I almost wonder if the model of the interface on the hands and feet is not right, otherwise why I feel awkward no matter how I put it, is it really because last time he was purely thinking about how to fool things into the past, but this time it is more Thinking of the next charming?

About four or ten minutes later, Jiang Mingyang called him to say that the meal was ready. Mr. Fu, who always raced against the clock and didn't even go into the toilet, really realized what it means to have a blank mind and nothing to go into it.

The summary of the sublimation theme that he finally wrote down was deleted by him because he didn't like it.

Fu Jin had to resign himself to his fate and shut down the computer.

Fu Daqucao, who is cool and handsome outside, and who is worried about messing up his hair when he lowers his head, has always been comfortable at home, never sticking to details, but before going out this time, he deliberately checked whether the buttons of his pajamas are there The buckle was poor, and the trousers were lifted up carefully.

Three dishes and one soup, there are meat and vegetables, the appearance is good, the smell is not bad, but Fu Jin has eaten the dishes cooked by Jiang Mingyang, and the taste is just the same.

However, a person like him who hasn't started a fire after two years of kitchen renovation, and who relies on instant noodles for meals when he doesn't want to be delicate, is not qualified to be picky.

Fu Jin poked his chopsticks and was about to sit down when Jiang Mingyang glanced at him, "How long has it been since you washed your hair?"

"Huh?" Fu Jin scratched, and the scratches were sticky, "Damn, the water stopped in the middle of washing yesterday, so I just found a pot of cold water and rinsed it." Obviously it didn't clean it, but it doesn't matter, "I'll talk about it when I take a bath at night Let's go." He stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth, and he was really hungry.

Jiang Mingyang stood still and wiped his hands with a tissue. After a while, he said, "Shall I wash it for you?"

"Ah?" Fu Jin opened his mouth, unable to react, "Now?"

Jiang Mingyang turned around and walked in, "Come here, take a quick flush with water."

Fu Jin can't keep up with his rhythm of washing his hair before meals, the key point is that he doesn't feel uncomfortable on this end.

But Jiang Mingyang has said that, and he can't refuse anymore, it seems that he is not paying attention to personal hygiene, and Jiang Mingyang does seem to have a slight cleanliness, maybe he doesn't feel his messy food, making it difficult for others to eat Yes, we have to clean up without delay.

Fu Jin wanted to say that he would wash it himself, but Jiang Mingyang had already put all the water waiting for him, so he had no choice but to go there, bent down and stuck his head in it.

He clearly said to simply wash it with water, but in the end he applied shampoo and washed the whole set. Jiang Mingyang's fingers were long and firm, and it was actually quite comfortable to hold on to the scalp, but Fu Jin didn't enjoy it at all. He couldn't express his expression, but he still felt indescribably hot, especially when he thought of those hands that he grabbed and pressed against the dark blue sheet that day, some blood rushed to his head.

In order not to think about it, let the already unusual silence ferment into more ambiguity, Fu Jin cleared his throat and asked, "How is Chi Yu recently?"

Jiang Mingyang's hand stopped slightly, Fu Jin didn't know why, so he smiled and said, "Has he gone to find Cheng Yang?"

"En." Jiang Mingyang responded lukewarmly, but the strength in his hands became a little heavy, and Fu Jin hurriedly patted his arm in pain.

He let go a little, drained the water in the pool and refilled it, tested the temperature of the water, and held Fu Jin's head to motion him to lean over.

"He deliberately kept it from me, as if he was afraid that I would rob him. With Cheng Yang's temper back then, I bet he would be useless even without me." Fu Jin sighed, "You don't know how difficult he is. Chase, how many things I sent and how many good things I said back then, he didn't have any of them..."

"Take care of yourself." Jiang Mingyang interrupted him suddenly, not saying the meaning of the words, it was the ending sound, Fu Jin was so shocked.

He raised his head, foam was streaming from his eyes, Fu Jin hurriedly grabbed a towel and wiped his face, and when he opened it, Jiang Mingyang had already gone out.

"What's the matter with you?" Fu Jin was a little speechless, "Cheng Yang can't mention it with me, right? I did chase him back then, and it's not like you don't know."

In fact, Fu Jin had long since let go of what happened back then, and also recognized the fact that Cheng Yang didn't belong to him, but every time he confronted Jiang Mingyang about this matter, he couldn't help but be a little bit mean. All he wanted to do was to let Jiang Mingyang bow his head a little in front of him as a gesture of goodwill.

If you want to interfere in his life, you can, give him a good reason, that's all, that's enough for him.

It's a pity that it has never happened in so many years, even after the two people have such a substantial relationship, they still haven't.

"I know." Jiang Mingyang looked at him with a gloomy expression, "Not only him, everyone you chased told me."

"I can count them for you, but it doesn't mean I have the obligation to remember them one by one for you."

Fu Jin was a little speechless at what he said, and he didn't know how to answer the words for a while. He never chased anyone at all. From the beginning to the end, there was only Cheng Yang. If he insisted on adding, at most he could add another male god, but that It can't be completely counted, he hasn't even seen it, so it's nothing to chase.

Others were either fabricated by him, or he didn't agree to chase him, but Jiang Mingyang didn't seem to have wronged him if he insisted on saying this. But why, it wasn't forced by him.

He, Jiang Mingyang, wouldn't he be so naive if he didn't push him to the point of no return. Thinking of this effort, he felt a little upset, "What do you mean?"

"Jiang Mingyang, let me tell you, don't think that the two of us have slept together, you are who I am, can you understand some rules, I have slept with many people, if anyone is fucked by me like you Hurry up and stick to it, I can't live anymore..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Mingyang had already put on his clothes, and walked out without looking back, as if he couldn't bear to stay with him for another second.

Fu Jin stared at the door that was almost broken by his backhand just a second ago, his restless heart that had been restless all morning finally cooled down.

"Fuck!" He scratched hard on the head, sticking a handful of fine foam, what kind of rubbish did you wash, why don't you wash it!