little young and old man

Shen Zhao's house was downstairs from Xu Xiujue's. After eating, they sat down for a while, and then they went back.

Once they left Xu Xiujue, the two of them became gourds, and they couldn't fart for a long time.

Shen Zhao is used to being silent, but he just realized that the young man was actually flattering him, and he also felt that something was wrong.

It's not embarrassment, it's just that he is a little helpless. Once he is affected by such emotions, he doesn't want to talk even more.

Although the house was regularly cleaned by aunts, Shen Zhao hadn't been here for a long time. As soon as Fang entered, the cold breath in the house rushed up his nose.

Shen Zhao buckled the key on the table, raised his hand to undo his tie and buttons.

He does things in an orderly manner, calm and elegant, and even the action of unbuttoning him is amazing.

Father Xiao praised Shen Zhao in front of Xiao Yao more than once.

Xiao Yao himself had longed for it, and he put Shen Zhao on the opposite side of sprinting.

Like winning a championship, the road is full of thorns, and he has to boldly rush forward.

I don't know if it's because he's in the wrong place or if his lover and idol can't be the same at all. After two years, this person is chasing him further and further away.

Even in the two years when Shen Zhao didn't respond, Xiao Yao didn't feel as disappointed as these two days.

He sighed helplessly and entered the room without saying a word.

Shen Zhao, who was about to talk to him: "..."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Xiao Yao was very sad.

Shen Zhao also went in, and saw no one in the room, but there was a light in the bathroom.

So he sat down on the lazy sofa in the room, clasped his hands, and supported the sofa with his elbows. Although his posture was casual, it could not be ignored.

He waited for 10 minutes before Xiao Yao, who was covered in steam, came out of the bathroom.

I don't know if it's because he stayed in the bathroom for too long or what, Shen Zhao's eyes are a little red when he sees him.

Xiao Yao said softly, "You can go wash now."

"No hurry." Shen Zhao said, "I want to talk to you."

Xiao Yao suddenly became stiff.

For a moment, he was thinking a thousand times, and his mind was running fast, but he had to pretend to be calm and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Our marriage...I want to talk to you." Shen Zhao watched his face cautiously.

"Okay, tell me." Xiao Yao used the act of wiping his hair to hide his emotions.

Shen Zhao said: "I want to end our marriage, and you know it was a mistake from the beginning."

The towel blocked Xiao Yao's head, his bitten lower lip and his misty eyes.

Shen Zhao didn't see his expression, and seeing that he didn't seem angry, he continued, "I think it's good for both of us to separate, what do you think?"

What he said was a matter of business and quantity, but the content was full of despair.

Xiao Yao regretted coming back with him, so he could delay for another day.

Xiao Yao blinked, tears fell on the floor.

Married to Shen Zhao for two years, this was the first time he shed tears in front of Shen Zhao, even though there was a towel blocking it.

Soon this fig leaf was torn off by Xiao Yao.

He wiped his face heavily with a towel, and his tears and his white lips from being bitten all returned to normal.

He threw away the towel, turned his back to Shen Zhao: "I don't want a divorce."

Shen Zhao didn't expect this answer. He stood up and said, "Your heart is not on me, so why imprison yourself with marriage?"

No, no, no, you dead head.

Xiao Yao was in pain and angry, he turned his head suddenly, and said: "This is clearly about you, I don't like you, why should I rush to marry you? I am not as short of men as you said, I don't lack anyone, I just want Shen Zhao."

His excited eyes were red again, and seeing that the dike was about to burst again, he was angry at himself for not living up to it, and wiped it off with his arm: "It's you who don't care about me at all. After two years of marriage, have you ever taken the initiative to care about me? No matter what I do Lang, you just laughed it off, you married a wife, and you won’t be able to treat disobedient ones? But you didn’t say a word from the beginning to the end, what would I think?”

The first quarrel between the two exposed so many problems left over from history that Shen Zhao couldn't react to being accused.

For a while he thought of Xiao Yao's words "I'm not as short of men as you said", and for a while it was Xiao Yao's "I like you".

The two sentences were fighting back and forth in his mind, and it took a long time to decide whether to win or lose.

Seeing him look like that again, Xiao Yao cursed angrily, "You're a bastard." Then he slammed the door and left.

Shen. Bastard. Zhao reacted and realized that Xiao Yao left without taking anything.

Still wearing shorts and short sleeves, he quickly turned around and chased him out.

Shen Zhao didn't even change his shoes, watching the elevator go down, hurriedly took another elevator downstairs.

In late autumn, the city of S has started to get colder, Xiao Yao was blown head-on by the evening wind as soon as he stepped out of the apartment.

Obviously, Xiao Langlang's momentum disappeared after less than 3 minutes.

Xiao Yao was walking on the path, sniffing and scolding Shen Zhao: "I fell in love with you because I'm fucking blind. If you get divorced, you'll get divorced. No one can live anymore..." But after scolding, he regretted it: "I Blind people won't fall in love with you, who promised you a divorce? Did I approve it?" He stopped, looked up at the streetlight, and said with a sad smile: "I'm really fucking useless, just a man. To live."

Then the old man who made him die yelled behind him: "Xiao Yao..."

Shen Zhao chased him out wearing slippers, and Fan, the president during the day, was gone at this moment.

Xiao Yao didn't look back, he was thinking: "Why are you chasing after me? Does this look like a divorce?"

Shen Zhao breathlessly said, "Speak clearly."

Xiao Yao turned around and said, "Just tell me, I'm feeling wronged now, what do you want me to say?"

Shen Zhao looked at him speechlessly: "Don't do this."

Xiao Yao sneered and said, "Then what do I want? Knock you to death with a brick?"

Shen Zhao has a good temper, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have it: "I'm not innocent if you wrong me? If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be able to get to this point."

What happened back then was Xiao Yao's pus.

If you can't squeeze it, you can't keep it. It's uncomfortable.

"Oh..." Xiao Yao laughed shortly: "Could it be that I'm an asshole, otherwise, why would Mr. Shen be forced to marry me? If it weren't for me, Mr. Shen might have a happy marriage now, so there's no need to go through all this Terrible."

"I..."

Xiao Yao interrupted him: "It's my fault, Mr. Shen should hate me."

"Xiao Yao!" Shen Zhao raised his voice.

Xiao Yao saw that his brows were tightly frowned, and he looked like he was enduring to the extreme. At this moment, his heart was really riddled with holes and blood was leaking everywhere. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pressed down. Surging emotions said: "What do you want?"

Even though his heart was hurting secretly, he couldn't say a word of promise.

Shen Zhao came closer and said, "I said you lack... such words?"

Xiao Yao looked at him and saw that he had doubts on his face, which didn't seem to be fake: "Boss Shen forgot?"

Shen Zhao nodded: "I really don't remember."

Xiao Yao smiled: "Then who have I been competing with all these years?" He looked at Shen Zhao again: "Drag Mr. Shen for two years, and make you wear a cuckold twice for three days. I'm sorry, but the Civil Affairs Bureau also I'm off work, and I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Shen Zhao grabbed his hand in desperation: "You did all this just to get revenge on me?"

Xiao Yao paused: "You can do whatever you think, anyway, you won't believe me if I say I like you." After speaking, he broke away from Shen Zhao's hand.

Shen Zhao said: "Even if it's my fault, then you can tell me clearly, isn't the most important thing between a husband and wife is confession and trust?"

Two people who were not on the channel talked for a long time and finally put up the antenna.

Xiao Yao turned around and asked in disbelief: "So you have trusted me because you have ignored me for so many years?"

Shen Zhao also finally realized what the problem was, and his expression was complicated.

Xiao Yao laughed loudly: "The consequence of your blind trust is that you can no longer bear my nonsense, no matter whether these things are true or not, you have condemned me, do you still want to keep yourself from being married?"

Shen Zhao was speechless.

Xiao Yao laughed and burst into tears: "Don't send Mr. Shen off, I still know the way home."

At this time, Shen Zhao was completely trapped in the magic barrier of "low emotional intelligence".

No one is wrong, it is his own problem.

He thought it was right, so he never asked Xiao Yao.

He thought that his trust was to give Xiao Yao enough space, and he naturally gave Xiao Yao everything he thought was right.

But he didn't think that was not what Xiao Yao wanted.

Two people in each level have different ways of getting along.

Shen Zhao followed the scriptures, and finally made this misunderstanding worse.

Xiao Yao didn't feel safe at all when he was with him.

And he still thought he was the victim.

What an outrageous mistake.

Shen Zhao wants to keep Xiao Yao, but there is no shadow of Xiao Yao in front of him?

Shen Zhao ran after him again with long legs.

After running a hundred meters, Shen Zhao found Xiao Yao on the platform.

Xiao Yao sat on the chair under the platform with his head down, the dim yellow light shone on him, reflecting the loneliness and desolation of this person.

Shen Zhao walked over silently: "It's my fault, Xiao Yao, I'm sorry."

Xiao Yao raised his head, his red and swollen eyes locked on him: "Shen Zhao..."

Shen Zhao knelt down opposite him and asked in a low voice: "Can you give me a chance? Let's try again, I..."

Xiao Yao asked, "Do you like me?"

The 30-year-old young man in his late twenties is talking about love with someone for the first time, but he still can't avoid blushing and heartbeat: "I like it..."

Xiao Yao supported his head and cried.

The tears fell from the young man's eyes, but they burned in Shen Zhao's heart.

He was flustered and anxious, as if he didn't know what to do.

Xiao Yao secretly complained in his heart: "Hold me, I can't even do this."

Then Xiao Yao took the initiative to hug Shen Zhao's neck.

The author has something to say: these two questions are neither mentioned nor asked.