Desperate

Cen Lu was tense for a whole day, and was caught off guard by a long-lost headache, and was surrounded by a breath that made him feel at ease. He relaxed for a while, and his mind was really not clear.It wasn't until Zhou Pushen called him again that Cen Lu realized that someone was coming.

Men don't have the slightest awareness of shame. It should be said that Mr. Cen, who has been proud of his talent since he was a child, doesn't know how to write the word "shame". After being showered, Cen Lu felt that it was Buddha's head with excrement, anyway, it wasn't him who stinks.

In a person's life, shame mostly comes from unspeakable wishes and shackles imposed by the outside world.

But Cen Lu is different, he is a firm-willed person, desire is something that can be faced directly, it has nothing to do with other people's judgment.

Therefore, he could not forgive Zhou Pushen who was escaping from reality.

So at this moment, Professor Cen, who was facing his wish directly, rushed towards the longing breath very honestly, and slammed into Zhou Pu's deep arms densely. Staggering, holding a man in his arms, he took two steps back before standing still.

The person in his arms rubbed against him like a little fox that has only smoothed its fur: "Xiao Shen..."

Zhou Pu was very flattered, he carefully wrapped the slightly warmer body between his arms, and led him to sit down on the mattress, Cen Lu leaned deeper and more firmly towards the depths of his chest, buried his face completely In that familiar smell.

Right, right, finally right.

Without him, it seemed like everything was wrong.

Cen Lu didn't dare to think about how long he had been lying on that bed in the hospital, let alone the days when Zhou Pushen opened his eyes and closed his eyes, the little boy who was like an angel when he was young, and the boy who was clear and stubborn when he was young A young boy who grows up to be shy and dull.

Everything is false, memory, personality, ideals, he doesn't know if he loses Zhou Pushen, what is left of him.

Life after his father's death is like an endless dead end, and Zhou Pushen is the moon that occasionally appears when he walks in hell.

He stretched out his hand to grab them, struggled fiercely and broke the infusion tube, and the cold liquid medicine flowed on his arm, which made him tremble and shattered his dream.

The nurse who attended to him thought he was asleep, and Cen Lu heard their whispers in the middle of the night, which seemed to be sighing and cursing:

"Those who have participated in the 'Nirvana' project, this is probably the last single seedling."

His luck was too bad, he didn't know how many wisps of soul he could leave for Zhou Pushen after dedicating this body to responsibility.

Cen Lu's hand on the other's chest was tightly squeezed, grabbing his lapel as if he was afraid that he would disappear, the man's rationality was slackened as he wished, and he buried his head in sobs without hesitation: "Zhou Pushen, I Miss you."

Do you know, I miss you.

Zhou Pushen's heart ached like it was cracking open, Cen Lu planted a sapling in his heart, he let his wolfish ambition water the sapling, and before he knew it, the sapling was already in his heart Roots extending in all directions grew in his heart, and Cen Lu's tears seemed to be pulling the hands of those roots, the pain was so painful that he could hardly bear it.

"I know...I know..." Zhou Pu said incoherently, but no matter how he tightened his arms, he couldn't stop the wetness from spreading in his chest.

I'm sorry...I'm sorry...for leaving you behind.

"I assure you... I assure you..." Zhou Pushen remembered what he was going to say next, and suddenly he couldn't speak the following words.

An indescribable sadness welled up in my heart.

What can he promise Cen Lu?

"Brother." When the trembling back of the person in his arms finally calmed down, Zhou Pushen still spoke.

Cen Lu seemed to realize something, and raised his head from his embrace, the skin around his eyes turned red from crying, and his face was as pale as paper.But his expression was calm, the man stretched out his hand to push Zhou Pushen's chest away, and said hoarsely, "What."

Zhou Pushen didn't dare to look him in the eyes, and turned his head slightly: "Brother, how is your research mission...how is it?"

Cen Lu's bright eyes were clouded over.

He stood up, his lips seemed to be trembling, and his thin figure was crooked, as if he would fall down at any moment.

He took two steps back, pulled out the briefcase he had brought under the bed, undid the buckle with a "click", and turned the bulging briefcase upside down.

If Meng Kansong was present, he might finally understand why Professor Cen asked him to borrow clothes.

It was a huge briefcase, with banknotes and gold bars poured out like a waterfall, making a bed, and there were two dazzling bright yellow passports in it.

Zhou Pu looked sadly at Cen Lu through the snowflake-like green bill.

Cen Lu didn't react to this sudden scene, he just turned around numbly, opened the drawer at the head of the bed, a stack of snow-white manuscript papers were turned upside down, he picked them all out, and raised them in the air expressionlessly .

The pieces of paper fell down like snowflakes, just like the snow they saw after they first confessed their hearts.

At that time, Cen Lu said that he would take him away.

"Zhou Pushen," Cen Lu said in the silent night, only his own voice could be heard, "I said before that I would take you away, and it is still valid now."

"Before I came to you, I did two things."

"One is to deal with the real estate under my name and take out all my savings. Although the money is not much," Cen Lu lifted his long eyelashes, "but it is enough for you... let us start again. The second is to make these two fake documents." He picked up the two passports from the mess and dusted them cherishingly, "Do you want to be like a wild crane with me? It doesn't matter if you want to hide in the forest or in the city, I'll be with you." At the end, Cen Lu's tone was almost pleading.

Zhou Pu listened to his words deeply and quietly, without any movement or expression, Mo Le only said, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Cen Lu smiled wryly, "I'm inviting you to elope, can't you see that?"

Zhou Pushen suddenly lost control, the man was like a male wolf who had been suppressed for a long time, and his terrifying power overwhelmed the man between a pile of white papers, he tied his thin wrists, and breathed away from him. The lips are only an inch apart:

"After elopement, what do you want me to do, huh?"

Cen Lu was overwhelmed by him, but in just one breath, Zhou Pu licked his ear from the deep side of his head, and the soft tip of his tongue deftly outlined the shape of the ear cartilage. The moist touch made Cen Lu Both hands and feet curled up: "Don't..."

Zhou Pushen knew his body well, and his ears were Cen Lu's sensitive parts. Usually he couldn't bear it and he let him go, but today he was more irritated. He asked him with vigor while wriggling his lips and tongue: " After eloping, I will treat you like this every day, so that you can never go out again, okay?"

A madman you provoked yourself.

Cen Lu refused, and stretched out his hand to straighten the other person's head, and kissed the plump lips. He had no kissing experience before Zhou Pushen, but meeting this person was like a kiss without a teacher. Generally speaking, he knows how to occupy every inch of the opponent's city, and how to make him rise to a higher level amidst endless desires.

"You once gave me two choices, and I will give you two now." Cen Lu panted and said to him between kisses, "The ground is the result of deciphering, and the bed is our future. You choose one."

He felt like a gambler with red eyes, recklessly putting all the weight on the table, just betting that Zhou Pu loved him deeply.

However, Zhou Pushen had already let go of his hands, and Cen Lu was pressed against the poor-quality glass of the barracks by him. Looking up slightly, he could see the man's sharp jaw line, and further up was a full moon reflected in the glass. .

He watched helplessly as he moved away from his emotional body, squatted down/body up, and picked up the manuscript papers on the ground one by one with great care.

The passion surging in the body suddenly became cold.

According to Zhou Pushen's consistent seriousness and honesty, Cen Lu would never have imagined that one day he would play this trick of wanting to promote before suppressing.

It turned out to be the case.

Cen Lu suddenly wanted to laugh out loud.

As the saying goes, people need face to die, and trees need skin to die. Although he, Cen Lu, has a thick skin, it would be a first-class criminal to woo a man with his whole body.

It is still rejected.

Zhou Pu's deep affection for him turned out to be nothing more than that.

The air suddenly became scorching hot, burning his internal organs into a sea of ​​flames.The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings for human beings. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of human beings. It is good for him to recover from love and parting. He has never experienced resentment and hatred.

Cen Lu staggered and turned around trying to escape, he just felt that being in the same space as Zhou Pushen was unbearable for him.

His footsteps were interrupted by the quiet voice of the man behind him:

"Brother, you didn't choose me last time, and I won't choose you this time either." Zhou Pu's deep black eyes contained the most tender affection in the world, and he stared at the back:

"This time, I will also choose three. I want to be responsible, and I want your future."

The author says:

In the next chapter, let’s go back to Liang Qian’s side~