Xiyang Mourning

The night slowly fell, and the sky was dyed from a variety of colors into a gorgeous oil paint. The last light shone on the villa through the clouds, giving the cold villa a little warmth.

As his master came home across the open road, casting a shadow over the gate.

Zheng Yang opened the door and walked in, the heavy door blocked the light outside.Zheng Yang looked at the dark hall, sighed, and turned on the light in the entrance, the warm yellow light replaced the darkness.

Zheng Yang took out a pair of shoes from the shoe cabinet next to him. The beige shoes were dotted with black cat patterns. Such slippers paired with his neat suit felt weird and funny, but he never thought of changing them.

Because that's what he and Cheng Xi bought together at the beginning, and the other black pair of the same style is now quietly placed on the other side of the entrance.

Zheng Yang changed his slippers and walked in. He walked into the kitchen and put down the bag in his hand.

Turn on the water, take out the lunch box, and the dishcloth will slowly wash the lunch box in your hand.

Looking at his back through the glass door of the kitchen, you can clearly feel his seriousness. If there is not only one person, it will be a beautiful painting of time.

After Zheng Yang finished washing, he took another dry towel to carefully wipe off the water droplets inside and outside the lunch box, and then went out with the lunch box.

When he finally turned off the lights, he looked back at the kitchen. The kitchen is very clean and tidy now, so tidy and unpopular.

Since Cheng Xi left, he hasn't used the kitchen again, and now, the only function of the kitchen is to wash the daily lunch boxes.

After Zheng Yang turned off the lights, he didn't stay in the living room any longer, and walked directly into Zeng Chengxi's bedroom.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a pile of neatly placed lunch boxes on the table. Zheng Yang went in and put the lunch box in his hand in the pile of lunch boxes.

He counted them carefully, and there were thirteen of them. It has been thirteen days.Since the first day, he has no intention of returning these lunch boxes. Is this self-deception?

Ten 33, lost...lost.

Zheng Yang just stood by the table and looked at the lunch box on it quietly. After a while, he pulled out the chair and sat on it.

After he was done, he took out a notebook from a drawer on one side, then carefully took out the note that was collected at noon from the inner left chest pocket, opened the book, put the note in and clamped it.

After Zheng Yang put it away, he turned over the paper in front of the book, and saw notes one by one, each note was different but similar in content.

“Good food”

"Treat yourself well"

"A new dish, how about trying it?"

"Eat well, although it's not as delicious as yours"

“I miss your cooking”

He memorized the contents one by one, one by one, and carefully stroked the edge of the note, as if treating a fragile treasure.

Unknowingly, water droplets fell on the notebook, and he hurriedly wiped off the water droplets on the notebook, then hastily closed the notebook, and lay down on the table with the notebook in his head.

Such a posture is a standard sleeping posture for students, but Zheng Yang has never experienced it, nor does he know about it.

In the silent bedroom, only the man lay quietly on the table, as if he was asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, a deep and suppressed voice like a beast echoed in the quiet room.

"Owner!"

"I miss you..."

At twelve noon, Cheng Xi arrived at Zheng Yang's company on time, but when he entered, he saw Zheng Yang instead of Tian Tian.

Zheng Yang stood at the front desk like this, feeling a little at a loss when he saw him coming in, so he just stood there, quietly watching the person he had been thinking about for more than half a month walk in, walk in.

Cheng Xi was also surprised when he saw Zheng Yang, but then he was overjoyed. He walked towards Zheng Yang quickly, and then stood still in front of Zheng Yang.

"How did you get down?"

"Master..." Zheng Yang looked at Cheng Xi quietly, carefully, not wanting to let go of a detail, "I'll pick you up."

"Pick me up?" Cheng Xi looked at Zheng Yang happily, then took Zheng Yang's hand, "Then lead the way."

Zheng Yang felt the temperature coming from his hands, he was stiff for a moment, then he calmed down again, and replied meekly "Yes"

Zheng Yang took Zheng Yang to the 22nd floor, and then walked to the door of the office with Cheng Xi.

Opened the door, turned to look at Cheng Xi,

"Master, please come in."

"OK, all right"

Zheng Yang looked at Cheng Xi's back for a long time.

Cheng Xi looked at Zheng Yang's office, and then realized that the people around him hadn't come in. He looked back at Zheng Yang, who was still opening the door, and smiled, "Why didn't you come in?"

Zheng Yang silently looked at the smiling Cheng Xi, the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows set off his master, like a god.

Zheng Yang closed the door, walked towards Cheng Xi step by step, and smiled at Cheng Xi when he was face to face with Cheng Xi.

The smile is beautiful, Cheng Xi feels her heart beating crazily, and the smile on her face is even brighter.

Just like that, they smiled at each other like two idiots. After a while, Zheng Yang restrained his smile and knelt down facing each other.

Zheng Yang felt the familiar feeling of his knees touching the ground, then hugged Cheng Xi's ankles with both hands, lowered his head and put his forehead against Cheng Xi's instep, pious and helpless.

After a long time, Cheng Xi heard Zheng Yang's muffled voice.

"Owner……"

Cheng Xi sat down and sat on the ground, stroking Zheng Yang's hair with his hand, "What's wrong?"

"..." Zheng Yang didn't answer, but just maintained this posture, his shoulders trembling a little.

When Cheng Xi sensed something was wrong, he pulled away Zheng Yang's hand on his ankle, then held Zheng Yang's head in his hands, and saw Zheng Yang's red eyes.

Cheng Xi felt that he was in pain, and that Zheng Yang was in pain.

It took a long time before he plucked up the courage to ask, "Zheng Yang... what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Xi wanted to kiss Zheng Yang's forehead, but stopped abruptly halfway.

Cheng Xi looked at Zheng Yang's turned face, feeling more uneasy in his heart.

"Don't make me ask a third time, Zheng Yang!"

Zheng Yang turned his head, looked at his restless master, and slowly sketched a disastrous smile.

"Master...please let me go"

Cheng Xi's eyes widened in disbelief, "What did you say...?"

Zheng Yang looked at Cheng Xi as if he had completely collapsed, tears streaming down his face, "Master, I beg you, please let me go... Please..."

"Why..." Cheng Xi felt her voice was terribly hoarse.

"The better you treat me, the more uncomfortable I am. Every time I see you...I...I will think of what happened that day, you are looking at me from the other side...watching me getting dirty little by little! I'm getting dirty right before your eyes..."

Zheng Yang looked at Cheng Xi sadly, and tore open the most secret wound in his heart, bloody, "Master, I really... really hurt... Even though I know I'm dirty, I still can't help wanting you Want me to rely on your guilt to enjoy your tenderness, I'm so despicable! So disgusting..."

"No! No! I'm not guilty, I just like...no! I love you! I love you Zheng Yang, I want...to be nice to you." Cheng Xi hugged Zheng Yang tightly , fearing that the person in her arms would disappear the next moment.

Zheng Yang let Cheng Xi hug him, resting his head on Cheng Xi's chest, "Master, you don't mind if I mind... I mind if I get dirty, and I mind that you saw the whole process of Qinglin fucking me. "

Zheng Yang rubbed against Cheng Xi's arms, "I'm so tired...every time you treat me well, it hurts so bad...it hurts so much to my internal organs, I'm so sick of myself, I'm still enjoying you brazenly after all this the tenderness of

Zheng Yang raised his head and looked at Cheng Xi and smiled, "So master, can you let me go...I beg you, just treat me as dead...I died to save you before I was stained by Qinglin , okay master... I beg you."

Cheng Xi quietly looked at Zheng Yang's smile, which was uglier than crying, and smiled too, making people want to cry.

Cheng Xi raised her hand and stroked Zheng Yang's hair, "Zheng Yang... are you... telling the truth?"

"Yes……"

Cheng Xi lowered her head and kissed Zheng Yang, tears fell on Zheng Yang's face, mixed with Zheng Yang's tears, regardless of you and me.

Cheng Xi kissed Zheng Yang crazily, and Zheng Yang responded, crazily.

"Okay..." Cheng Xi calmed down and looked at the person in front of him

"But as you please."