worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

After visiting the park, everyone booked a restaurant to celebrate the old lady's birthday. The old lady loves to listen to operas. Obsessed, beat the beat with the rhythm.

Song Ci was afraid that others would notice his strangeness, so he still sat on the far side, eating while dozing off, while Ji Huai watched him from the side.

After dinner, Ji Wei and Ji Jing sang to the old lady, and they even dragged Ji Huai forward to accompany them, saying that the whole family should be tidy, so Ji Huai went forward to play the piano.

Ji Huai is wearing a black shirt today, the cuffs are casually rolled up to the forearm, the arc of the arm is even and slender, when sitting on the piano bench, looking down at the black and white keys seriously, the warm yellow halo faintly sprinkles It was like covering him with a warm veil, hazy and full of charm.

Clear notes jumped out from his hands, like elves full of vitality, cheerful and lively, lingering in the entire room, rendering the atmosphere extra light.

Everyone was talking and laughing amidst the burst of music.

Song Ci propped his chin and looked at Ji Huai intently without blinking.

The performance he gave to Ji Huai on Ji Huai's birthday suddenly flashed through his mind.

At that time, because the stage was too dark and he had to concentrate on the stage, he didn't have time to see Ji Huai's reaction.

After he got off the stage, Ji Huai's expression was also indifferent, as if he didn't feel anything.

At that time Song Ci was still feeling lost and apprehensive for a while.

Unexpectedly, after arriving at the parking lot, Ji Huai suddenly hugged him, pressed him against the car door, and kissed him fiercely...

Only then did Song Ci feel Ji Huai's real mood swings.

Now the scene seemed to be changed, Ji Huai was playing the piano on the stage, and he sat and listened under the stage, feeling that his heart was like the keys of Ji Huai's hands, rising and falling with his strokes.

How could Ji Huai... be so handsome.

He was so handsome that he wanted to wait for Ji Huai to come down and kiss him.

He now understood Ji Huai's mood when he was performing.

Song Ci couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, but his lips just barely raised, and then froze again.

When he was hugged by Ji Huai in the car, he once thought that Ji Huai liked his performance so much. After that, when he became more popular, he would hold many, many concerts. At the beginning of the concert, they sang a song for him, which is also an exclusive benefit for Mr. Ji.

But now... it seems that there is no next game.

No more.

Song Ci's eyes quickly dimmed.

At the end of a song, Ji Huai bowed on the stage, walked off without saying anything.

When he walked to Song Ci's side, Song Ci raised his eyes and looked at him: "When did you learn to play the piano?"

Ji Huai looked down at him: "I learned it when I was very young."

Looks like it was sent to pursue some kind of hobby.

Song Ci let out a long oh, and laughed: "It's very nice."

Ji Huai didn't care, he rubbed his hair casually, and said casually, "I'll play it to you from now on."

Song Ci's heart missed half a beat.

after……

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, all his emotions were firmly suppressed, as if the lid was pressed on a pot of water that was about to boil. He bent his eyes and said softly, "Okay."

The whole day's activities here are almost over, and everyone left one by one.

Song Ci and Ji Huai also drove home.

Ji Huai seemed to be busy with something, and kept answering the phone in the study, Song Ci didn't bother him, sitting alone in the courtyard, watching the sky gradually change from crimson to thick ink of black.

After sitting until his body was numb, Song Ci got up, as if he had made up his mind, he turned and went up to the second floor.

When Ji Huai went upstairs, Song Ci had already taken a shower and lay down on the bed.

He thought he was asleep, so he walked lightly into the bathroom.

But just after Ji Huai came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Song Ci who was supposed to be lying on the bed suddenly rushed up and kissed him.

Ji Huai paused as he wiped his hair.

Song Ci stretched out his hand to tear off his nightgown, and stretched out his hand to tease him wantonly.

Ji Huai sneered inwardly as if he had expected something, but he didn't refuse.

……

After confirming that Ji Huai was asleep, Song Ci got up from the bed, and at the moment before getting out of bed, he turned his head and looked at Ji Huai as a souvenir.

Maybe after tonight, we will never see each other again.

Song Ci's heart was trembling, the reluctance and pain were like a knife, piercing his heart, the second he just stood still after climbing down, his eyes turned red instantly.

Without giving himself any chance to hesitate, he turned around, bent down, and kissed Ji Huai's lips.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, a drop of transparent liquid fell and dripped on the pillow, and he kissed the side of his face again, "I love you."

After saying this, Song Ci gently hugged him, turned and left.

He walked out of the bedroom, went to the cloakroom, changed a set of clothes, and then took out his mobile phone.

The message Gao Quan sent to him in the afternoon still stayed on the chat page.

——The house you want has been found for you, and the key is placed in the mailbox at the door. Xiaoci, you don’t want to say why I don’t force you now, so calm down first. Going out to live is not a trivial matter. Wait until you calm down Let's talk about it later.

Song Ci stared at the text message for a while, then turned off the screen.

He found a backpack and put it in some simple changes of clothes. When his fingers slid over the clothes that belonged to Ji Huai, he paused and picked out a few pieces that Ji Huai often wore most.

Then he went to the study again, and packed some inconspicuous little things that Ji Huai often used.

After loading things, the clothes belonging to Song Ci only took up one-third of the space, while the remaining two-thirds of the space were all Ji Huai's items.

"I know this kind of behavior is bad," Song Ci whispered to the empty study, "but I won't pay it back."

Anyway, Ji Huai will forget about him.

Song Ci left the study step by step, walked through the familiar long corridor, and walked up the wooden stairs. He stood at the door of the kitchen. The lights in the kitchen were not turned on, and only large swaths of moonlight shone down, shining brightly.

The kitchen was empty.

But he seemed to see two figures busy in the kitchen, Ji Huai was cutting and serving vegetables in front of the counter, while Song Ci was making trouble on the side, deliberately touching him, touching him, Ji Huai looked at him unbearably, imprisoned him in his arms...

When the scene changed, Song Ci approached Ji Huai from behind, smiling.

—I'm here to help you.

Ji Huai looked back at him.

——No, I won't scold you, no matter what time it is, I'm in charge of cooking and you are in charge of eating.

Convert again.

Song Ci leaned on Ji Huai's body like a sloth, and said in a low voice, your place is quite suitable for sleeping.

The torrent of memory is like a flood that has opened the gate, and it is endless and endless.

Those intimate touches, sweet words, the smiles seen from each other's eyes when they looked at each other, and the joy and love surging in the air, gathered at this moment to form a sea of ​​stars and suddenly reappeared. Ji Huaihe His own dialogue spiraled up in the void, and then swirled away with the long river of memory.

Song Ci stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, only to feel the wetness of his hand.

He took a last look at everything in this house, and every item could flash countless images.

Song Ci walked towards the door slowly, and finally broke down and cried out uncontrollably.

Do you really want to say goodbye?

and everything?

Do you really want to abandon Ji Huai?

Song Ci felt like a knife was twisting his heart, and every extra step was like a piece of flesh being ripped out of his body.

He raised his hand tremblingly, and just as he put it on the doorknob, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Where are you going?"

Song Ci paused.

The air instantly became quiet, and every inch was squeezed to the extreme.

Ji Huai's voice became even colder, with a sharp mockery: "It's a couple, anyway, don't you plan to tell me and leave?"

Every word seems to be covered with thick ice, with a chilly chill.

Song Ci lowered his head, pinched his palm vigorously, and struggled to maintain a steady voice: "I..."

As soon as he made a sound, he found that his voice was very hoarse.

Song Ci's voice was very soft: "I want to go out and live for a while."

Ji Huai: "The reason."

Song Ci didn't speak, and large drops of transparent liquid slipped down from his eye sockets.

He felt like he was numb from the pain, because it hurt too much, so it didn't matter if he gave himself another knife.

He choked with sobs and said: "...There is no reason."

Ji Huai's voice was flat: "It's pretty good."

Obviously he was the one who wanted to leave, but when Ji Huai really didn't want to keep him, and didn't say a word of warmth, Song Ci felt that it was extremely difficult to even breathe, his heart seemed to have been soaked in acid water, and his heart was extremely sore, Every strand, every strand, is full of pain and pain.

...Why didn't he respond at all?

Why doesn't he say anything?

He was so gentle last night...

No, stop thinking about it.

Don't be so hypocritical.

Don't make him feel bad about himself.

Song Ci slowly raised his hand, tears couldn't stop falling down, he just put it on the doorknob, and when he was about to turn it, Ji Huai who was behind him suddenly said again: "Song Ci, if you dare to step One step out of this door, we will divorce."

Song Ci turned his head abruptly and looked at him in disbelief.

Ji Huai stood a few steps behind him, against the light, his face was blurred and gloomy.

His voice has never been so cold: "If you dare to leave today, we will never know each other."