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At one o'clock in the morning, Hang Jianxing woke up from his sleep. To be precise, he didn't sleep at all - every time he finished that kind of thing with Zongzheng, he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.As long as you close your eyes, you will think of many past events: acquaintance in elementary school, reunion in university, confession, being forced...

These years of entanglement exhausted him physically and mentally. Except for the days when Zongzheng was on a business trip, he never had a good night's sleep.

Hang Jianxing turned his head and looked at Zongzheng who was sleeping soundly. Zongzheng seemed to have a good quality of sleep, even if there were two lamps in the room, it would not be affected.These two lamps are reserved for Hang Jianxing - he is afraid of the dark, and the reason is also Zongzheng.

His body slowly moved to the edge of the bed, gently lifted the quilt with his hands, rolled down the bed, quietly left the soft bed and looked back, fortunately, no one was woken up.

Not daring to take a breath, he left the bedroom on tiptoe and pushed open his study. The third drawer on the right contained his sleeping pills.I poured out two pills, looked at them, shook the bottle, poured out a few more pills, held them in the palm of my hand, tightened and loosened my eyebrows, and finally only ate two pills.

While taking off the pajamas that were stained with Zongzheng's atmosphere, he walked to the bathroom. In Hangzhou in October, water mist began to condense on the windows.He stood under the shaggy head, wrapped in cold water, and rubbed his white body desperately, leaving red marks. Only in this way can he feel at ease.

Teeth chattering, the brain stimulated by the cold water, began to recall the scenes of the past - the university seems to be everyone's paradise, but it is not his Hang Jianxing.

The reunion between Zongzheng and Zongzheng was completely unexpected. He thought that with the strength of Zongzheng's family, Zongzheng would not be allowed to attend a university that was not even considered 211.But they still became classmates again.

But this reunion was the beginning of his bad luck.

That day was also the same rainy day. A row of potted plants stood outside the library, swaying in the wind and rain, with dewdrops flowing on the flowers and leaves. It was beautiful, but also a little pitiful.

"Old Hang, you still have the foresight to carry an umbrella."

"It's just a habit. It's always uncomfortable to carry a bag without an umbrella."

He and his roommate shared an umbrella and walked slowly in the rain, enjoying the quietness of the campus. When he looked up again, he saw the gloomy face downstairs in the dormitory, echoing the sky—Zong Zhengdan.At that time, they were already lovers, lovers linked to money.

The classmate also saw Zongzheng and wanted to go up to say hello, but Hang Jianxing stopped him, whispered something to him, and asked him to leave first.The classmate was puzzled, looked at Zongzheng who had frosty eyes, shivered in the summer, and obediently obeyed Hang Jianxing's advice and left.

When there was no one around, Hang Jianxing took a step forward and tried to get close to him, but Zongzheng just looked at him coldly, and then walked outside, not caring about the rain at all.Hang Jianxing had no choice but to hold an umbrella again and take a walk with this "King Yama".

All the way back to the apartment they rented out with Zongzheng in silence, Hang Jianxing thought that he was simply jealous, thinking that if he could do something for him, it might make Zongzheng feel better.He has been independent since he was a child, and his mother has trained him to be a good man like a "house husband". The delicious and simple bowl of shredded pork noodles has naturally become his weapon of flattery, the only choice.

Zongzheng's iceberg face showed no emotion, but Hang Jianxing, who walked closest to him, understood that the meals he cooked could arouse the most real emotions in Zongzheng's heart, and he enjoyed every meal he cooked.Because of his busy studies, Hang Jianxing seldom cooks, but things are rare and expensive.At that time, he was still full of sincerity, willing to wear an apron for it, and was busy with the smoke.

Someone walked behind him quietly, Hang Jianxing said with a smile: "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so you don't need to help me, just wait a while..."

Zongzheng suddenly pulled him over and held him in his arms. Before Hang Jian finished speaking, he looked at him in shock. Those eyes, like the god of death, made him subconsciously want to escape!

But Zongzheng would not give him a chance at all, the domineering kiss was different from the past, it made him suffocate!Hang Jianxing trembled all over. He didn't want to contact Zongzheng who was like a beast at that moment. Every minute and every second of touching made him feel more and more disgusted!

In the small kitchen, the clothes were ruthlessly torn and scattered on the floor full of oily smoke. Hang Jianxing shed two lines of dirty tears in a helpless way.

Struggling desperately, he overturned the pot of noodles cooked for the person on his body. The low fire was extinguished by the soup, and a burst of white gas came out, and a smell of gas lingered at the tip of his nose, making people sick to his stomach.And the hot oil splashed everywhere, branding his arms.In an instant, the whole right hand was covered with flesh and flesh, the pain was so painful that he forgot to scream.Biting his lower lip, he could still smile at Zongzheng's sluggish expression, seeing him standing there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Perhaps at that moment, I was happy.

The coldness on the head continued, Hang Jianxing wiped his face vigorously, looked at his right hand that had been scalded - there was no trace of it.

Zongzheng cared about him very much, to a point of madness, luck and misfortune coexisted.

He hired the best dermatologist, and within half a year, there was no trace of burning on his right hand.Money can really do whatever you want, no matter how many injuries this body has suffered, it will never leave traces; and the heart has already been torn to pieces.

After that day, Zongzheng didn't touch him again, and later he also had a cold war with him, but it didn't take long for him to give in completely, and he failed to break up, so he completely sold himself to him.However, since then, Zongzheng has not forced himself on the overlord again, and he is willing to be the one to suffer. Hang Jianxing did not express any opinions, which is regarded as tacit consent.

When he came out of the bathroom, the effect of the previous sleeping pills seemed to be washed away by a shower, so he could only go to the kitchen first to see if there was any food to satisfy his hunger - both he and Zongzheng had dinner at the company, so dinner was naturally early.

"What are you doing?"

He has long been used to cold questions. If others heard such a voice from behind in the early morning, they would have been terrified.

"Suddenly hungry, get up and find something to eat." Hang Jianxing glanced at his bathrobe while speaking, and in order to distract the other party's attention, he took the initiative to say: "I want to order a bowl of noodles, do you want to eat?"

Almost without hesitation, Zongzheng nodded, and cooperated to help take out all the ingredients, then turned and left - he actually understood that Hang Jianxing had a little shadow on the kitchen, especially when he was there.

Hang Jianxing stared at the back of him leaving in a daze. If this person thinks like this most of the time, they might be very happy too.

Turning his head to look at the ingredients again, he was speechless, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice!There is only one cucumber, two eggs, and green onions that Zongzheng doesn't like...

Half an hour later, Hang Jianxing brought out two bowls of delicious...instant noodles from the kitchen!

"It seems that there is no more noodles at home. It's time to go shopping on the weekend. Let's eat this first. Once in a while, can you swallow it?"

This is the grain he stored before, Zongzheng never eats fried food, and now he is going to sweat again.Zongzheng glanced at the hot noodles, thought for a few seconds, and decided to move his chopsticks. Hang Jianxing finally breathed a sigh of relief, and before the entrance, he said, "Throw away everything else you have hidden."

GG, I know that those "delicious" can't be kept. In order to support this Buddha, I have to sacrifice myself and food, which is a waste of resources.

Although Zongzheng said so, he still finished the bowl of noodles and had to drink soup later, Hang Jianxing immediately stopped him: "It's all a little bit, eating too much will not be conducive to sleep." Zongzheng stopped After making a move, he focused on Hang Jianxing grabbing his hand, and kept his gaze for a long time, and Hang Jianxing also noticed it.He didn't take it back. After Zongzheng put down the bowl, he took it back together with the bowl and left the dining table.

"During the weekend, people over there asked me to go back, including you."

The "over there" in Zongzheng's mouth actually refers to Zongzheng's family. Zongzheng's family seems a bit mysterious, because Zongzheng never takes the initiative to mention his family.All he knew was that his parents had passed away, and only his grandfather, uncle, a cousin, and other relatives were left in the family.

He never saw his family when he was in elementary school, and he can count on his hands the number of times he has seen his family since he arrived at university.Zongzheng Shan seemed to hate that family, he hated it from the bottom of his heart, and he never concealed his malice.

Hang Jianxing put the bowl in the trough and cleaned it quickly, thinking about what Zongzheng said just now.If it wasn't for the bowl of noodles tonight, I'm afraid I won't be informed until then, and then I'll take myself directly in the traffic jam.Just like meeting his family for the first time, he was taken back to his hometown without prior notice. He was at a loss and had already met a lot of relatives, and then he was taken away from the scene like an object.

The memory of the scene at that time is very vague, it seems that the members of the Zongzheng family did not know that Zongzheng Dan would come out like this.I thought that after that time, their family members would come to trouble me, but they didn't.It's as if nothing happened, and they don't know each other.

Zongzhengjia, probably all weirdos.

He washed the two bowls so that they glowed, reflecting his tired face, the sleeping pills must have taken effect.Over the years, more than once, he got tired.

The author has something to say:

It probably belongs to the story of Gang Gong and Bing Shan Shou, and their past will slowly unfold later.