I have a crush on both home and me

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and when Jiang Wei walked into the community, snowflakes even fell on his eyelashes.

The temperature in the elevator was slightly higher, and the snowflakes on the eyelashes melted and flowed down the corners of the eyes, like tears.

"Ding" the elevator reached the ninth floor, Jiang Wei wiped his face casually when he got out of the elevator, looked up, and the golden "901" sign clearly told him that this was his own home, not Gu Qi's home anymore.

It is no longer their home.

He searched in his pocket for a long time, but he didn't find the key. The key seems to be still in Gu Qi's house...

Fortunately, this is a combination lock, he entered six digits, and the door opened with a "tick".

The extended balcony and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows make the room full of light, but the gray and white decoration style makes the room lifeless in this weather, and the cold winter daylight shines in, making the room even more bleak.

He turned on the floor lamp, and the cold furniture was covered with a layer of warm light, which made it look less rigid.

Since he established a relationship with Gu Qi, he has basically never come back to live here. However, since he has someone come over to clean it every week, the inside is still relatively clean.

He walked into the bedroom, took out a new sheet and quilt cover from the closet, put on it, and fell asleep.

But tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, the snowy day could not tell the morning and night, he looked at the phone, it is now 18:25.

It was time for dinner, and he realized that he should have something to eat, so he got up and left the bedroom.

The room lacked vitality because no one lived in it for a long time. There was no trace of oily smoke in the kitchen, and there was nothing in the refrigerator.He walked around to the huge storage room at the back of the kitchen, but there was still nothing there, except for a whole wall of wine cabinet windows filled with all kinds of red wine.

He took two bottles casually, went to the kitchen to find a corkscrew, opened them, and drank with his head raised against the mouth of the bottles.

He's not a drinker, and he doesn't advocate buying drunk to escape reality, but now he really wants to get drunk.

Maybe, only when you are drunk can you fall asleep, and only when you are drunk can you temporarily forget that person and the fact that they have separated.

He and Gu Qi separated.

He and Gu Qi would be separated, and he had never even assumed it before.

Because he never felt that they would part.

However, this matter has now become a fact.

In fact, he didn't feel too sad. He didn't feel the heartbreak, heartache, and heart-piercing feeling described by others.

There is nothing but emptiness, endless emptiness.

It seemed that there was a gap somewhere in his body, and it didn't hurt, and he didn't feel much, but his life could never be complete since then.

Red wine should be used for supplies, but he felt that it was good to drink it like this. His throat was burning hot, and it burned all the way to his stomach. With the infiltration of alcohol, all troubles disappeared.

The phone rang, stopped, rang again, until the screen went completely dark, and never turned on again.

Besides the company and Lin Haoyu, who else could look for him?

What acting?What job?what dream?It's all bullshit!

doesn't make any sense.

Alcohol is better, alcohol is really a good thing,

The curtains were drawn, the sky outside was dark, then bright again, then dark again, then bright...

The cell phone has long been out of power.

On the sofa, on the tea table, and on the ground, empty wine bottles were scattered all over.

He couldn't tell the difference between day and dusk, whether the snow had stopped outside, how many times the clock had turned, or how many days had passed.

He bought the entire floor, there are no other residents here, the glass is soundproof, and the room is so quiet that only his own voice remains.

Therefore, the sound of the door lock being opened came to his ears very clearly.

The direction of the door lighted up for a while, then went dark again, the door was opened and closed again.

He saw a figure walk in from the door, and then the curtain was pulled open.

The dazzling light came in suddenly, and his eyes felt uncomfortable for a while, so he blocked the light with his hands for a while, closed his eyes and instructed: "It's just in time, go and help me carry a case of beer."

Then he pointed to the window and said impatiently, "Also, close the curtains for me."

Only Lin Haoyu will come, and only Lin Haoyu has the key to his house.

However, he said this for a long time without getting a response. Immediately afterwards, he felt that the wine bottle in his hand was snatched away, and then his left wrist was grabbed, and a familiar voice burst into the eardrum.

"Where's the medicine cabinet?"

He opened his eyes suddenly, and was awake for a moment.

He stared at the person in front of him for a long time. The effect of alcohol took him a long time to react, and he asked, "Where did you get the key?"

"Lin Haoyu gave it to me. Where is the medicine box?" Gu Qi put the key on the coffee table, and kept staring at one place while speaking, frowning tightly.

He followed Gu Qi's gaze, only to find that his left arm was cut by a broken glass about two centimeters at some point, and blood was still gushing out.

"Where's the medicine box?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Gu Qi asked again.

He withdrew his hand and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"Let me ask again, where is the medicine box?" Gu Qi's tone became a little angry.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at this person who was close at hand. In his impression, this person was always indifferent, and even if he was angry, he would not show it on his face. This was the first time he saw this person put on an angry face. It was really strange. .

"No need for a medicine box." He grabbed the wine bottle and poured it directly on the wound, saying, "This way the disinfection is faster."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Qi pushed him violently onto the sofa, and the red wine bottle also rolled to the ground.

"What do you think I'm here for?" Gu Qi pressed his chest, pushed him hard onto the back of the sofa, stood on one side, looked down at him coldly, "If I don't come, are you planning to get moldy inside? Or are you going to die inside?"

"Moldy? Maybe, but death is not enough, but does it have anything to do with you?" He paused, his voice a little dry, "I thought we had already broken up..."

"Break up?" Gu Qi tugged on his tie and said in a deep voice, "Do I agree?"

Gu Qi was wearing a black formal suit and tie today. He looked quite formal, as if he had just attended some important event or banquet.

He took off the dark windbreaker jacket and put it aside. The ironed waistcoat perfectly trimmed the figure with wide shoulders and narrow hips. After the tie was torn off by him, he tore off two buttons of the white shirt, revealing the lower part of the neck A small piece of snow-white skin and a faintly visible collarbone.

Jiang Wei felt his throat was a little dry, he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, and looked away.

"Jiang Wei, what kind of person do you think I am?"

Gu Qi asked him suddenly, there was a slight smile on the corners of his lips that had never been emotional, but it was a sarcasm, "Is it pure and flawless?"

He frowned, and looked at the person in front of him again. The Gu Qi at this moment was a bit different from the Gu Qi he knew.

What is the difference, I can't tell, it may be the tone, or it may be the expression.

It was as if the Gu Qi he knew was covered by layers of veils, but the Gu Qi in front of him tore off all the veils, revealing his truest side.

He didn't answer, Gu Qi continued: "No, you are wrong, in fact, I am just like you, good at hiding myself."

"In the eyes of outsiders, I'm polite and gentlemanly, humble and helpful. In fact, I'm cold and selfish in my bones. I seldom have emotions, and it's hard to empathize with others."

"In the hearts of fans, I am a god, free from worldly dust, free from distracting thoughts, and have no pursuit of fame, but in fact I want everything, I want fame..." Gu Qi said slowly taking off his vest , and undid his belt, "want you."

"you……"

Jiang Wei wanted to struggle, but he didn't know what method Gu Qi used. He pressed him tightly against the back of the sofa so that he couldn't move, and then straddled him.

"I'm not a good person either, and I can do whatever it takes to achieve my goal."

He seemed to know what Gu Qi was going to do, and was so shocked for half a minute that he couldn't speak or react.

They had no such experience before, but Gu Qi seemed to be able to learn without a teacher.

At the critical moment, he only had time to fish out a bottle of unexpired olive oil from under the coffee table, and was about to unscrew it when Gu Qi swung it to the ground.

"you……"

"What do you want that for?" Gu Qiwang looked into his dark eyes, which were as cold as snow, and seemed to be burning with fire. He glanced at Jiang Wei, stood up slightly, and looked down.

"Don't you want pain? I'll be with you."

At the moment when cold sweat broke out all over his body, Gu Qi grabbed Jiang Wei's collar and bit his lips.

……

The broken hair on the forehead was wet with sweat, the bangs were sticking to the cheeks, the neck and back were soaked with sweat, and the shirt was also soaked in sweat and sticking to the body, Gu Qi was a little exhausted.He grabbed Jiang Wei's shoulder with his fingers, leaned forward, and whispered a very angry word in Jiang Wei's ear.

"Jiang Wei, are you okay?"

As soon as the words fell, he was overturned on the sofa by a strong force.

It was dark before his eyes, and his muscular body pressed up, his wrists were pinned to the sofa above his head, his legs were pinned down, his body was pinned down, and the aggressive aura of the other party lingered around him, pervasive, preventing him from escaping. possible.

Jiang Wei leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips. This kiss was full of infinite tenderness, but the movements below him were completely opposite to it.

"You asked for it."

As soon as the four words entered the eardrums, the severe pain made him arch his back, scratch the sofa with his fingers, and bite his lips, still unable to stop the muffled snort from his nasal voice.

Then the mountains and rivers were overturned, and there was no distinction between morning and evening.