The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

We have to ask why Song Jiu accepted their pursuit and confession. Isn't this disloyalty to Lu Lie and betrayal of love?

Yes, of course.

Song Jiu knew that he should not accept the show of love and betray Lu Lie, but every time he looked at the affectionate and considerate look of the two men, his heart could not help but beat.

That wonderful feeling of heartbeat is no less beautiful than what Lu Lie gave me back then.

In fact, it is not traceable.

When he was devastated by Lu Lie's complete death, the two of them stayed with him, comforting him, taking care of him, and thinking of ways to make him happy; when he was depressed and on hunger strike, the two of them inquired about his preferences. , cooked by himself, made a lot of appetizing delicacies, carried the food, and fed it himself; when he was found to have committed suicide by cutting his wrists due to depression, the two of them sent him to the hospital with red eyes, taking turns taking care of him day and night, without daring to close their eyes. , for fear that I would commit suicide again...

Song Jiu didn't know what kind of virtue he had that could make so many proud men fall for him, but he heard his dead heart beating again. It was the result of Wei Chongzheng and Shen Zhubai pouring all their love and care into it.

Let me ask, how could he not be moved?

All bloodstains are washed away by the rain called time, and all grievances are like clouds and smoke of the past, dissipated in the long river of memory.

The boy who had been bullied finally got what he wanted and got his revenge, and the bad guys got the punishment they deserved.

On the day of the class reunion, many people envied Song Jiu for being favored by two extraordinary men. They said that he was lucky and had two different relationships. Some people privately asked him for advice on how to firmly grasp the superior. their hearts.

Song Jiu shook his head, smiled and didn't answer. It wasn't because he was stingy and refused to share his experience. In fact, he didn't know the reason. Maybe this is love.

People should look forward.

Song Jiu locked all the sweet and painful memories into a box and hid them at the bottom of the cabinet. He began to learn to enjoy every bit of the moment and capture the happiness in life.

After that incident, he opened a flower shop in the city center. The business was not bad and he lived a happy life. The men's meticulous care often made him forget the pain he had suffered.

So, Ah Lie, look, I am living a good and happy life, you don’t have to worry.

Flowers bloomed and fell, spring passed and autumn came, and a year passed in a blink of an eye. On the day of Lu Lie’s death, the two men wisely did not touch him.

Song Jiu picked the brightest and most beautiful bouquet of roses from the flower shop and went to the cemetery alone. He leaned against that person's cold tombstone and stayed there all day. It wasn't until it got dark and two men drove to pick him up that Song Jiu realized that he hadn't eaten all day.

The summer nights are warm, but the wind is blowing coldly in the cemetery.

Wei Chongzheng put a coat on him and placed the boy's hands, which were cold in the cemetery wind, close to his abdomen, using his body temperature to warm his cold fingertips. Shen Zhubai fed a piece of cake to Song Jiu's mouth in small mouthfuls. His hungry stomach calmed down a little and he finally had some strength.

"Why didn't you come out so late today? We waited outside the cemetery for a long time without seeing you. We were worried that something might happen to you, so we hurried up the mountain to look for you." Wei Chongzheng's stern brows revealed his deep concern. The scene where Song Jiu committed suicide by cutting his wrists and lying in the bathtub a year ago was firmly etched in his memory. He was afraid. He had always been afraid that Xiao Jiu would suddenly commit suicide and abandon him one day.

Shen Zhubai also had a worried face, obviously shadowed by Song Jiu's suicide.

"I'm sorry, I was in a bad state today, so I forgot about the time. I'm sorry for making you worry. It's my fault. I'm sorry." Song Jiu admitted his mistake frankly, stood on tiptoes, and kissed the two beautiful people one by one. He turned his head sideways and promised that this situation would never happen again, and this was how he appeased the angry men.

Some people cared about his warmth and warmth and put clothes on him for fear of frostbite. Others, knowing his habits well, had already prepared sweet cakes and fed them to their mouths to relieve their hungry stomachs.

The two men took care of, loved and cherished each other meticulously. What else could he be dissatisfied with? Song Jiu's eyes were moist.

Before leaving, Song Jiu took a deep look at the smiling and high-spirited boy on the tombstone. This black and white photo was added later, which made up for his regrets. A bouquet of bright roses lies nearby, exuding a lovely fragrance.

Ah Lie, I'm sorry. I may not come to visit you in the next few months. Just let these roses stay with you instead of me. Chongzheng and the others rarely have a holiday. They said they would take me to see the outside. The world, appreciate the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

I agreed.

Although I am reluctant to leave you here alone, they are also my lovers, and I don't want to disappoint them or break their hearts.

Ah Lie, I only realized now that you are terrible and you have no heart at all. Otherwise, why would you abandon me so cruelly and leave me?

Several years have passed, and people have long forgotten the boy who was bullied and jumped to his death in Qiling Noble Middle School. No one has mentioned the top geniuses who died young. Perhaps, on a sunny afternoon, a classmate is bored and occasionally pulls out his high school graduation photos. He will recall the most stunningly talented young man in the class and those past events, and he will be filled with emotions, but everything is different. The words went back and forth in my chest, and in the end I could only sigh pitifully.

Others will forget you, but I will not. I will always remember you, remember your goodness, and remember the pain you gave me.

Parents, friends, lovers... all of them advised me to let go of the past and throw away all the bad memories. They also advised me to look away and move on...

but.

Lu Lie, I miss you.

Song Jiu's eyes were moist. Before leaving, his eyes carefully sketched the photo, and the boy's appearance was deeply imprinted in his mind.

The silhouettes of the three people gradually moved away and disappeared into the darkness. No one saw that on the photo that should have been cold and rigid, two lines of blood and tears flowed out from the deep red eyes of the figure, dripping into the rose petals and blending into one, which was strange and unwilling.