My telegraph pole says I'm leaving the order

"Go away!"

Ji Yunjue ruthlessly pushed the boy away, roaring with red eyes.

The boy was pushed to the ground without any defense, and his delicate skin was easily scratched by the rough ground.

Ji Yunjue stared at the hickey on his collarbone that hadn't faded, and frowned tightly,

"So dirty!"

The young man on the ground froze, raised his head in disbelief, stood up and took a small step towards that side,

"A Jue?"

Ji Yunjue took a few steps back, "Don't call me Ajue!" He seemed to be extremely disgusted with the young man in front of him,

"Jin Nuo'an, it's really disgusting that you slept with your own brother!"

The young man trembled violently, remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly lowered his eyes, his voice was no longer as intense as before,

"A Jue, don't you want Xiao Nuo'an?"

"Want you?" Ji Yunjue sneered,

"I want someone who has been fucked by so many people..." His words suddenly stopped, he couldn't say the rest, but turned around and walked towards the gate, regardless of the young man who was still lying on the ground silently, turned around leave.

The young man's dark eyes were stained more thoroughly and beautifully by two streams of hot tears. He looked at the departing person blankly, his red lips were trembling and he could not say a word.

Ji Zichen next to him slowly walked to his side, and forcibly hugged the boy on the ground into his arms,

"An'an."

"Did you see it? This is your lover. Are you disappointed in him?"

The young man bowed his head in silence, allowing Ji Zichen to hold him in his arms, and put him down on the bed in a few steps.

Ji Zichen smiled, and kissed all the way down the boy's lips...

The boy opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, as if he had lost consciousness, and then blinked slowly, brushing away the starlight that had finally accumulated in his eyes, leaving nothing but emptiness...

pain……

it hurts...

It hurts……

Ah Jue...

Where are you?

The boy passed out on Ji Zichen's bed, but it took him three days to sleep.

The moment Ji Nuoan opened his eyes again, he saw the haggard Ji Zichen closing his eyes lightly by his bed, but he was not sleeping peacefully.

The pale and beautiful young man slowly moved his empty pupils like an old man in his twilight years.

"An'an?"

A surprised voice came from a man,

who is it?

Who is talking?

Is it A Jue?

……

Do not……

Not Ah Jue...

A Jue doesn't want him anymore

Ah Jue let go

A Jue no longer wants little Nuoan...

……

but,

Who is A Jue...

The teenager is sick.

He no longer wants to eat,

no longer want to sleep,

don't even want to live anymore...

The empty boy later ran out alone when the people around him were not paying attention, and he found the tallest building he could find.

The boy didn't have much strength, but he persisted and climbed to the rooftop,

"Ah Jue, I give myself to you, so you must pick me up..."

Who is talking?The boy took a step forward slowly.

"Ah Jue, just like you said, little Nuo'an is really fragile, so fragile that as soon as you let go, I will be broken, broken into pieces, and I can't put it back together..."

Who is talking?The boy blinked in confusion, and took another step.

"A Jue, today I will give you little Nuo'an, but at the same time, I beg you to hold him tightly..."

Who is A Jue?The edge of the roof in the boy's body is getting closer and closer.

"Don't throw him away, don't let him break, okay?"

The young man stood on the edge of the rooftop, overlooking the big city, he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant,

"A Jue, have you lost little Nuo'an?"

The young man lowered his eyes,

Must have lost it?

Otherwise, why does his voice sound like he is about to cry...

The boy's dull hearing seemed to suddenly become very sensitive at this moment, and he could hear everything clearly...

He heard the hustle and bustle of this bustling city, he heard hurried footsteps behind him, and he heard a boy crying.

Who is crying?

He raised his head, as if he saw a crying teenager in mid-air,

"Are you crying?"

"Why are you crying?"

He steps out with one foot,

"Don't cry, don't cry,

You are crying, my heart hurts..."

Ji Zichen, who desperately ran to the rooftop, saw the boy's figure, and felt his heart stopped for a while. He watched the boy's center of gravity shift, and then...

completely fell...

"No!"

The screams of collapse and pain echoed in the empty space.

Ginoan is dead...

Ji Yunjue responded and put the phone on the table.

He got up, went to the kitchen calmly, made a few dishes and a soup, and put them all on the table calmly.

Tushan Susu on the TV is cutely looking at the princess of the guide country,

"You are mistress!"

Ji Yunjue picked up the bowl and watched while eating. Suddenly, he seemed to be amused by the TV. He laughed lowly at first, and then his voice became louder and louder...

He couldn't help laughing, looked up at the ceiling, let the tears in his eyes slide down his cheeks, and hurriedly hit the ground, splashing a hasty spray.

He gradually calmed down his laughter, got up and walked to the bathroom.

Release water.

undress.

Sit in again.

All his movements were orderly, until he took out a fruit knife.

"Little Noan..."

The sharp blade cut the man's wrist.

How could A Jue not want Xiao Nuo'an?

The bright red blood gradually smeared in the water...

Before Xiao Nuo'an gave herself to A Jue, A Jue was already Xiao Nuo'an's!

The water in the bathtub is getting brighter red...

If one day, the fragile little Noan is broken,

Bright red blood overflowed along the edge of the bathtub...

Then A Jue will also be broken together, broken into slag, broken into foam, and will be with Xiao Nuo'an, and they will never be able to fight back...

The man in the bathtub gradually closed his eyes, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Ji Yunjue is also dead...

Huang Mao came to Ji's house to beg for Ji Nuo'an's body.

Ji Zichen looked at him, as if he had expected it a long time ago, without a trace of resistance, he handed over his treasure to someone else.

"Is it to be cremated?"

"Yes."

"Then, let them take it easy, An An is most afraid of pain."

Huang Mao looked at Ji Zichen and thought that this man might also be crazy.

Summer is here again.

The gentle breeze blows everything, they gently pass over the wicker, gently pass over the smoke, and finally gently pass over the bright moon, and sprinkle the faint moonlight on the most inconspicuous tombstone in the cemetery.

If there is a heaven in this world...

Huangmao thought,

They will be happy.

The author has something to say:

This time it's really over, emmmmm, since it's completely over, let's hold a commendation meeting.

First of all, I really want to thank Qiyue for her love, thank you for not despising this simple article

Then I want to thank Comrade Lamb who has been giving me bad ideas, thank you okay

Then again, I would like to thank Shen Jie, Qingyu Huafei, 46025096, Buddha, Bobo, Tianse, XY, ╮(‵▽′)╭, etc., for their support in the comment area

Finally, I would like to thank those little cuties who collected a little bit but didn't leave a name

Lao Yang would like to thank everyone for their love

After that, it will really be Xiaobie not hurting, and we will meet again in the world!

(Well, there are two pits next door, which will definitely be filled in the future, but the two texts that were pitted first in a short time, you can try if you like)