thank you for your hate

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A cat that is full of wine and food is not very interested in being cute.

Chang Mao is no exception. When it found Qi Xiao came back, Chang Yu stopped the mop head chasing game, lost interest, nestled on the sofa, curled up, and yawned.

Seeing that Qi Xiao didn't speak, Chang Yu was a little embarrassed: "You don't mind dragging the floor?"

Qi Xiao sighed, he was a little startled just now.

When he got home, there was both popularity and fetishness in the house, all living together, warming this usually cold and empty single room, Qi Xiao was not used to it.

"Have you had a fever?" Putting the bento from the convenience store on the table, Qi Xiao greeted Chang Yu, "Eat, eat, fill your stomach first, if you can't eat, I'll cook porridge for you."

Chang Yu held on to the mop and was stunned until Qi Xiao went into the bathroom and came out after finishing the work.

Sitting opposite each other at the dining table, the two opened a boxed lunch and ate in silence.

Chang Mao jumped onto the table in a playful manner, sniffed both sides, turned around uninterested, and stepped down on the back of Chang Yu's hand.

Chang Yu called out: "Stupid cat!"

At that moment, his brows were frowned, his lips were straightened, and there was an imperceptible smile at the corners of his eyes.

His expression perfectly coincided with that bad boy Qi Xiao knew back then.

Qi Xiao lost his appetite in an instant, put down his chopsticks with a "snap", and put his hands on his forehead.

"Qi Xiao?" Chang Yu was inexplicable, and put down his chopsticks, and stretched out his intact hand to Qi Xiao, wanting to touch it or not, but stopped within a few inches of Qi Xiao's finger, and retracted it slumped.

"Chang Yu," Qi Xiao finally said as he regained his strength, "I think we've made things clear today."

He raised his head, stared at Chang Yu's face, and swallowed twice: "I hate you. I thought it's been so long, I won't hate you anymore, but in fact, there is no relief at all."

After saying this sentence, it took Qi Xiao's old effort. He was addicted to cigarettes, but he had obviously quit for many years.

Chang Yu's expression was stiff, and in a sense he was calm, he only nodded slightly: "I know. What do you want me to do?"

"If you don't show up in front of me all the time, there's nothing wrong with it. You're so bright, but you're still haunted!"

It's over, Qi Xiao found that even his alcohol addiction has come up, after this conversation is over, is he going to seek comfort in the arms of marijuana?

"...Then I'm leaving now?" Chang Yu licked his lower lip.

Qi Xiao stared at Chang Yu's bandaged hand on the table, and sneered from his nose: "Where are you going? Going out to be a little match boy?"

He picked up the chopsticks again, poked them into the middle of the meal, and looked directly at Chang Yu: "It's useless, you have already appeared, so why go now?"

Chang Yu remained silent for a long time, and after a long time, he also picked up the rice balls in the lunch box with his chopsticks—he injured his right hand, and his left hand was naturally clumsy with chopsticks, and the two sticks would fight at any time. He found a spoon, rinsed it with tap water, and threw it to Chang Yu.

Chang Yu took it, looked up at Qi Xiao, the blood in his eyes was clearly visible, his speech was slow: "I sent you to your door to avenge you, no matter what you can do, why don't you do it? I did it to you You can come, you can come, don't you worry about me letting my followers play with you, you can too..."

He waved the spoon with his left hand, grinned and said, "It's your own soft heart, you can't do it, and you can't let me go."

Qi Xiao gasped, amazing!Is such a profound and unexpected analysis really the ignorant Chang Yu who only knew how to play around?

To tell the truth, when the former enemies surrendered and surrendered, as if they were at the disposal of the king, wouldn't the practice of revenge only intensify the humiliation and pain of the past?

He is looking for "friends" to trick you, you should find some strangers!

In the final analysis, it was him who had a weakness. If this was the negotiating table, Qi Xiao would lose.

The two were silent, and Chang Mao rolled over on the sofa.

After a long time, Qi Xiao asked, "Why did you treat me like this? I really liked you back then."

When these words came out, Qi Xiao felt that he was shrinking rapidly, returning to the chaotic and ambiguous youth years, when the emotional contradictions were entangled, entangled into black threads, blinding the eyes and ears, robbing people's minds, as if the whole world , boundless, pain has no way out.

Get over it, wait a few more years, and then die laughing at your hypocrisy.

It's just that Qi Xiao is not in the mood to laugh at all now, he stares fixedly at Chang Yu, waiting for the answer.

Chang Yu's lips moved, and he made a voice for a long time: "Qi Xiao, if what I did made you sad, why didn't you tell me?"

"What?" Qi Xiao thought that he was underestimated, what kind of answer is this?

"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning that the relationship you want, and the relationship with me, is not like this." Chang Yu smiled wryly, and he also looked back at Qi Xiao, "You don't deny it, at that time me and you Very close? It’s obviously such a relationship, but you don’t like to play the games we used to play, you don’t like me messing around with others, you don’t like me mentioning your mother, your new family—even You were sick and dying, and you never explicitly... told me."

Qi Xiao opened his mouth wide. He tried his best to find words to refute, but found that his head was empty.

"You followed me all the way until you beat me to the hospital in the end," Chang Yu persisted, smiling, but obviously not happy, "Qi Xiao, that's when I knew you hated me."

"So it's still my fault?" The absurdity in Chang Yu's words made Qi Xiao want to laugh out loud, he squeezed out a question from his throat, and clenched his fists again involuntarily.

Chang Yu replied shamelessly: "I can change myself for you, but you never knew."

Qi Xiao's instinctive reaction was to scold Chang Yu severely, scolding him for being shameless, but what Chang Yun once said about him was turning over in his mind in a way that made him sick to his stomach.

Since then, Chang Yu has lost his enthusiasm for sensuality.

Are you sure it wasn't because of being hit on the head?

It's just that Qi Xiao has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and Qi Xiao is not too fuel-efficient. He was silent for a long time, and counterattacked: "I have been telling you that I like you, but you have never listened to it."

Qi Xiao's mobile phone rang just in time after he finished speaking. Qi Xiao, secretly relieved, picked up the mobile phone and said "Hello" without looking at it. His expression changed, and he stayed for a while before saying in a deep voice, " No, I don't want to go back."

He stood up while speaking, looked out the window, the sky was dark, and the light snow could be faintly seen in the light of the street lights, it was very cold outside...

There was a sudden warmth behind him, Qi Xiao turned around, and it was Chang Yu standing close to his back.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Chang Yu tentatively stretched his neck, and tremblingly brushed Qi Xiao's with his lips, seeing that Qi Xiao had no obvious rejection, he stuck it on instead.

Qi Xiao put his phone into his trouser pocket, turned around, put his arms around Chang Yu, and kissed him aggressively.

His palm was swimming on Chang Yu's jaw that he had never cleaned. The rough touch was unfamiliar, but familiar as if it had penetrated into the bone marrow.

The phone rang again.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly I understand a certain man who committed suicide because of finger inflammation, the body is not right for 24 hours, it is too annoying, it is difficult to concentrate on doing anything...

Inexplicably thinking of Secretary Jiao xx, I love him so much after so many years =. =