My language is the anchor

＊Nan Lao can only do the second update this week. After the work plan is over next week, I will make it up quickly~ Thank you for your recommendations, there is motivation for recommendations!Thanks! *

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In front of the elevator on the seventeenth floor, Zhang Pinwei's footsteps became the loudest. He took the briefcase in Hanwu language, stretched out his hand to take his locked hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and clasped his fingers.

"Brother." Clenching his hands tighter, he looked at Zhao Xicheng and said, "The reporters downstairs let you handle it."

He pulled Han Wuyu, walked into the elevator without looking back, closed the elevator door, held his forehead, took a few deep breaths, and chose not to look at the people beside him.Silence permeated the small space, Zhang Pinwei looked at the reflection of the elevator door, the person who bowed his head seemed to be accusing himself, refusing to talk to himself.He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. The unhappiness in the morning, the scandal in the afternoon, and the ambiguous involvement in the evening, he had a hundred reasons to question the man in front of him.

"Today, Ruijun and I borrowed a car and went back to my house first." He said something that had nothing to do with the questioning.

Han Wuyu nodded.

"You know, there are gossip reporters downstairs, so avoid them as much as you can."

"Um……"

Zhang Pinwei pursed his lips in silence, glanced at Han Wuyu, saw that he bowed his head with a penitent expression on his face, crawled on his head irritably, and turned his face away.

"Am I too obsessive?"

Zhang Pinwei paused and sighed.

"It's making you hate me."

"I don't hate you."

"Uncle said you are reluctant to part with me."

"You told him about the two of us?"

Han Wuyu shook his head: "You both said the same thing to me."

Zhang Pinwei frowned deeply, unable to tell whether it was anger or frustration.

Han Wuyu's shoulders slumped, feeling a little powerless. He leaned against the mirror and said to himself: "You are not wrong, it is all my fault." Looking at the reflection on the elevator door, he said: "I... If I am right... ...how could you..."

Zhang Pinwei hooked his head and covered his head with his palm: "I have been examining myself all day long."

Han Wuyu was taken aback and looked at him.

myself too.

Zhang Pinwei watched the number descending from the elevator, slipped his hand across his back, and took his hand again.

"From whether I was too naive, to wearing your shirt in the morning, and drinking your black tea when I came to the company, these trivial things are entangled." After thinking for a long time, I clearly knew that it was my fault of jealousy and unscrupulous words , but it was half a day late, and when I remembered to apologize, I saw the scandal news.

Han Wuyu bowed his head again, but those sad emotions disappeared from his brows.

"Your scandal made me an outsider, and I became a third party between you."

"No. Uncle and I have nothing to do now."

"Perhaps it doesn't even count as a third party."

"The gossip was made by people from the same school..."

"Before. That was before! Let me lose control!"

Han Wuyu pursed his lips, feeling that the hand he was holding was a little twisted, and he should just let it go. With the current atmosphere, he smiled in his heart that he was still entangled in such trivial matters.

In the small elevator, there was silence again. The mirrors in all directions illuminated the two of them. They held hands, but turned their faces away to hide their grievances and unwillingness. Until the elevator dinged, the two were still standing in the elevator. did not go out.

"Don't talk to him about us."

"I do not have."

"That's what he guessed."

He didn't understand Han Wu, so he didn't understand why Zhang Pinwei kept targeting himself and his uncle.

"What does it have to do with him?" The hand being held trembled.

Zhang Pinwei didn't want to admit it, admitting that he was childishly jealous.Because I know that my good brother once got drunk for Hanwu language, was single for several years because of Hanwu language, and mistook several men on the street because of Hanwu language.He didn't want to have these memories, because these memories, coupled with Zhao Xicheng's confession, and Han Wuyu's current hurt reactions, could deal him a heavy blow.

"He won't be your buddy." Pulling him wanted to go out.

Han Wuyu looked at him, and slipped his hand over his, leaving only fingers hooking each other lightly: "You don't believe me?"

Zhang Pinwei stopped and reached out to grab Han Wuyu again, but was dodged.

The corners of Han Wuyu's mouth were straightened, and he looked brave, and pressed the elevator: "I'm going back to my house."

It was the first time that Zhang Pinwei was so at a loss, he didn't have time to think about what to say, he just thought that he couldn't let him go home like this.

"I...Third Master." She reached out to block the closed elevator door and looked at him.

Han Wuyu looked at him with red eyes and turned away.

Zhang Pinwei quickly stretched out his hand to pull him up, walked out of the elevator, stood still in front of the elevator door again, looked at Han Wuyu, followed by red eyes, hooked his neck with one hand, and hugged him.At that moment just now, the home that originally belonged to the world of two people has a boundary in this dialogue.

Home, this word, without you and me, no longer intimacy.

"go home together."

He looked at him for a while, and closed his eyes.

"Please come home with me."

Can't let go like this, begging or begging, he can't let them go home like this.

After Han Wuyu was taken aback, he leaned his forehead on his shoulders, his shoulders trembling: "Why don't you believe me..." He reached out and grabbed his shirt, his tone was angry and sad: "I don't want to apologize at all, I don't want to... What did I do wrong... tell me!"

Zhang Pinwei ran his palms along the back of his head and hugged his shoulders tightly, his voice was hoarse as if he was suppressing something.

"He's my brother." He exhaled and said, "Let's talk about men."

He pulled on Han Wuyu and walked to the car. After getting in the car, he looked at him.

"You will never be a brother in our eyes."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't express his meaning, or he doesn't even get to the point, but I don't want to tell Han Wuyu what I'm saying now, and I don't want to confess to Zhao Xicheng at all.

He pursed his lips, frowned, turned his head and drove the car towards the exit, avoiding the rushing reporters, and stopped before driving to the next red light.

"Master Zhang."

Zhang Pinwei was taken aback for a moment, then hummed.

"Call Brother Ningxia and ask him to accompany Uncle."

Zhang Pinwei looked at him, saw him looking out the window, half covered his mouth, and responded.

"You and him are brothers, aren't you?"

Zhang Pinwei hummed again, stretched out his hand, touched his earlobe and the side of his face with his fingers, and when he closed his hand, he squeezed it tightly. He chuckled softly, and his eyes turned red.He couldn't speak, and after humming, he quickly shut up, as if he was saying one more word. At 34 years old, he should be a mature and steady self, but he would be as frizzy and at a loss like a boy.

After he bent into his home, he picked up his mobile phone with one hand and made a call, while holding Han Wuyu's hand with the other.

"Ningxia."

After a few words back on the other end of the phone, Zhang Pinwei looked at Han Wuyu.

"Take care of my brother."

He ended the call without authorization, approached Han Wuyu, and kissed his lips.

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Zhao Xicheng, who didn't stop the two of them from leaving, watched the elevator door close again, stood where he was, and looked down at his hands.

"Brother..." He laughed sarcastically.

He hated Zhang Pinwei very much.

It's really annoying.

Always able to easily defeat the enemy.

A brother, forcing myself to let go, forcing myself to think of the days when I was drunk, forcing myself to accept the reality in front of me.

"Oh shit."

After he went back to work to carry his bag, he took the elevator downstairs, and the gossip reporters who were poking outside the company gate saw him and rushed up again.He is not a kid, but a 35-year-old adult, who can answer every question in a few words and in general.

"Announcer, do you have anything to say about that photo?"

Zhao Xicheng glanced at the camera and replied with a smile: "Yes." He looked at the reporter and said, "It's nice to be young."

"Is the ring on anchor Han's hand from you?"

Zhao Xicheng frowned: "No."

He walked to the park, left the reporter behind, and walked towards his own home. After walking for a while, he was quiet. He smoked in the old place, turning the cigarette case in his hand, and took a deep breath of white smoke. , but it seemed that he couldn't get rid of his depression, the corners of his lips and fingers were close again, and he took another puff of cigarette.

Before their parents found out, they really had a sweet life.

Looking back on that period of the past, my association with women at that time was mostly short-lived, because I always admired the beauty of men involuntarily.Later, when I met Han Wuyu, I tried to approach him mentally, but I didn't expect that I got deeper and deeper.With homework and graduation works, I get bored with him when I have free time, and have an ambiguous relationship with him.

He extinguished the cigarette, put away the cigarette case, and walked on the path in the park, looking at his lonely shadow.

On Valentine's Day, I collected the cigarette case, but I was moved by my own despicable cowardice, hesitating, vacillating, and wasting the gift that I hadn't given out for a whole day. He chased after him and gave him the leather bracelet he had prepared.

"It should be lost."

He didn't know whether he was laughing or sighing, feeling helpless.

People's memory is very strange. It is obviously a past that they hide and don't want to admit, but after certain switches are turned on, when they think of that past, it is all beautiful and heart-pounding.

He walked into his building, got into the elevator, and when the elevator door opened, he stared blankly at Bai Ningxia, who was wearing thick-rimmed glasses in front of his entrance, sitting cross-legged on the ground and using the computer casually.

"Why are you here?"

Bai Ningxia glanced at him, put away her laptop, "Your brother asked me to come here."

Zhao Xicheng pulled him up, walked into the hallway, didn't respond immediately, and didn't give a perfunctory hum. He walked to his sofa, fell heavily on the sofa, and lay there motionless.

Bai Ningxia seemed to have not finished her work, she nestled beside the sofa table, turned on the computer, and immersed herself in her work again without saying a word.

Zhao Xicheng frowned, "What else did you say?"

Bai Ningxia stopped, walked into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, sat back on the sofa and said, "Which aspect?"

Zhao Xicheng was still sullen, and didn't say much, what aspect?He can't figure it out himself.

"He didn't say anything."

Zhao Xicheng hummed.

Bai Ningxia took a sip of tea: "Just say that if I want to get you back, I have to do it now."

Zhao Xicheng's stuffed hair let out a pop: "Do you believe it?"

"A dead horse is a living horse doctor. Just like you."

"Is that what he said?"

Bai Ningxia smiled lightly: "No. He is your brother, how could he vent your confidence." Then he said: "I saw it. A bystander knows, right?"

Zhao Xicheng looked sideways at him.

A dead horse is a living horse doctor.

What a thorough sentence, like a warning, but also like a reminder, what the hell did I want to do to keep my brother's man in love!

Zhao Xicheng, you goddamn bastard.

"He did it really hard."

Completely defeated.

She even asked Bai Ningxia to persuade herself, to let a man who knew her well, break down her already fragile defense with one sentence.

Bai Ningxia leaned towards him and kissed his lips: "This is my move. How about it?"

Zhao Xicheng smiled lightly, and covered his head with his palm: "Don't eat my tofu."

He got up, shuffled, and walked to the bedroom.

"City. I'll sleep here today."

Zhao Xicheng didn't stop, found his clothes, and walked to the bathroom.

"I can't finish my work. I won't touch you."

Zhao Xicheng waved his hand and said whatever you want.

After Bai Ningxia put down the computer, she walked towards him, leaned against the bathroom door, and leaned against the door: "What happened to you and Pinwei. Is that right?"

Zhao Xicheng unbuttoned his tie and shirt, hummed, then turned around and took off his socks.

Bai Ningxia then turned her back to him: "Pinwei didn't say anything."

"You just said that."

"He just called me."

"Then?"

"Just a word, you help me take care of my brother, snap and end the call."

Zhao Xicheng was taken aback, and after throwing the last piece of underwear into the laundry basket, he turned on the shower.

Bai Ningxia raised her eyebrows and asked, "What about you? Do you want to contact Han Wuyu as well?"

Zhao Xicheng was silent for a long time, when he heard Bai Ningxia walking back to the sofa, besides the sound of water, there was also the sound of typing on the keyboard, after turning off the water, he leaned against the bathroom door.

"After a while."

Bai Ningxia was still working with her head buried in front of the computer: "What?"

"After a while, I will."

"what can you do?"

"Let Han Wu speak and take good care of him."

Bai Ningxia paused, looked at him, and the corners of her mouth gradually curved: "You can touch me at night."

Zhao Xicheng chuckled sullenly, threw the towel at him, and walked into the study.

"Good night. I let you sleep in the bedroom." Hearing Bai Ningxia smiled and hummed in response, he slid Zizi on the sofa next to the study and slid on the phone, hesitating between his fingers.

After he breathed out, he pressed the call button, but after the call was connected, his mind was blank.

"are you home yet?"

After a while of silence on the other end of the phone, there was a hmm, which was also silent.

"Pinwei." He exhaled.

There was still silence on the phone.

"After a while, let's have a drink together."

The other end of the phone replied, Zhao Xicheng ended the call and covered his eyes with one arm.

"After a while..."