water blossoms

Wen Hao sat on the dirt, completely embarrassed.There is a little black mud on the left cheek, and the white jade-like skin is stained with blemishes, which is very unbearable to look at.Gong Cheng's outstretched hand paused for a moment, then retracted like an electric shock, then his face turned darker, and his eyes glanced elsewhere, showing the appearance of standing on the sidelines.

Shi Yang stretched out his hand to help, but Wen Hao waved his hand to block it, and stood up crookedly.

Gong Cheng snorted coldly and glared at Shi Yang.Shi Yang shrugged and smiled, stepped aside, hid behind Gong Cheng and winked at Kong Haoran with a weird expression.

"Wen Hao, your hand!"

It happened so fast that Wang Zihong reacted. When he chased after him, the first thing he saw was the blood beads hanging from Wen Hao's fingertips.

Only then did Wen Hao realize that his hands were in pain, and there was a wound on the palm of his hand, which should have been cut by broken porcelain.

He flipped his hands over and took a look. The wound was not big, and it didn't hurt too much. The wound should not be deep, just on the surface.It's just mud stuck on it, which is not hygienic. The dark red blood was stained black, rolling all the way to the fingertips with the dirty mud, which is very uncomfortable to watch.

"Trash!" Gong Cheng cursed.

Wen Hao raised his eyes and glanced at him, all kinds of anger, grievance, sadness and sorrow, too many emotions disappeared before they erupted, leaving only dull indifference.

It's like biting into wax, nothing special, just a little gross.

"Where's the manager? Tell your manager to come here!" Gong Cheng's temper is famously irritable, and his mood is the same as in June. He turns his face when he says he will turn his back on him, and when he turns around, he yells at the waiter standing behind him, "What are you doing standing there!? Watching the excitement What!? Tell your manager to go!!"

The waiter was terrified by Gong Cheng's expression of changing his face when he said that he would change his face, so he ran away in a hurry and went to find the manager.

After Gong Cheng finished yelling, he happened to see Shi Yang and Kong Haoran winking at each other. After glaring at them, he looked impatiently at Wen Hao.

Here.

Wang Zihong had already taken a white and soft handkerchief from the table, pressed it on Wen Hao's hand, and said in a low voice, "Go wash it first, and I will accompany you to the hospital later."

Wen Hao said no, it was just a minor injury.

Wang Zihong disagreed, but in any case, clean it first.

Wen Hao nodded and headed towards the bathroom.

Wang Zihong followed closely behind.

Gong Cheng looked at the interaction between the two people as if there was no one there, his brows were so tight that he could kill a fly, especially when he saw Wang Zihong supporting Wen Hao's hand, his eyelids twitched, his fingers twitched nervously, and when he was about to do something , the manager of the clubhouse came late and just blocked Gong Cheng, and could only watch the two go away helplessly.

The manager of the clubhouse has a lot of background, and besides not looking at the face of the monk or the face of the Buddha, Gong Cheng is not easy to get angry, so he can only point to the two broken flowerpots on the ground and charge them to his account.

The manager didn't even say no, and ordered the people to clean up the ground quickly, and three cups of hot tea were placed on the table again. No one spoke for time.

After about ten minutes, Shi Yang glanced at Kong Haoran, Kong Haoran got up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Gong Cheng's attention was outside the window, neither agreeing nor objecting, but Kong Haoran knew that he agreed.

Soon Kong Haoran walked back quickly and said, "They're gone, why don't I call Wang Zihong and ask about the situation?"

"It's troublesome, who cares what happens to him, let's go!" Gong Cheng stood up and walked towards the interior of the club with a cold face.

Shi Yang followed closely behind Gong Cheng.

Kong Haoran was a few steps late, saw Gong Cheng's figure disappear around the corner, hurriedly took out his phone and swiped with his finger, and a text message was sent.

Wang Zihong replied the text message, put the phone aside, turned a corner, and then looked at Wen Hao who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Wen Hao sat quietly on the seat, wrapping the wound with a handkerchief.He looked out of the window with indifferent eyes. The scenery outside the car window was gorgeous and varied, but none of it could catch his eyes. The dark color between his brows became more and more intense. Variations vary widely.

This desolation makes people feel regretful.

"Sorry." Wang Zihong said, "I didn't expect him to come today."

Wen Hao looked back at him, his amber eyes were still a little dazed, and after adjusting the focus, he said with a gentle smile: "You invited me to dinner, I haven't thanked you yet."

"It's just a meal." The subject changed, "You guys still keep in touch after all these years?"

"They all go in and out of the training center, and meet each other from time to time."

"He..." Wang Zihong hesitated, "Does he do this when we usually meet?"

"No." Wen Hao shook his head, "Brother Hong, actually, I also want to say that if there is anything to do in the future, just call and tell me. If you help me and invite me to dinner, that doesn't make sense. I'll treat you next time."

"Are you blaming me for bringing you to Yuxuan?"

"It's my honor to be able to eat the dishes served by Chef Yuxuan, but I can't go to that place by myself, so as not to miss that bite in the future, it's better if I haven't tasted it at first."

This is weird.

Wang Zihong was a little angry for a moment, but the anger was too little to make a difference.On the contrary, because of Wen Hao's words, he thought of the hurtful things Gong Cheng said before, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose.

He brought people in for dinner, what qualifications did he have!Isn't the youngest of the Gong family a bit too arrogant recently? ?Being held up to the sky by others, you don't know how important it is, right?

Gong Cheng's family background is excellent, and he can be counted as the number one in the circle of top sons and brothers in the capital.It's just that after all, he has been sent out with his father for the past few years, and only returned to the capital five years ago, so his understanding of the situation in the capital is only superficial.

Wang Zihong's family background is slightly inferior, but he is a child who grew up in the imperial city, so he is not one of the most educated, but he is far better in the circle of the rich and powerful than the third son of the Gong family, so he really wants to fight , It is not necessarily who loses who wins.

This is why after Gong Cheng dumped Wen Hao, people in the circle were afraid to avoid him, but he still kept in touch with Wen Hao.

Wang Zihong sent Wen Hao back to the athlete's apartment on Tiantan Road.Wen Hao didn't let him go to the door, but got off the car across the road and walked across the overpass.

Wen Hao walked up the two steps of the overpass, and looked back at Wang Zihong's Ford Trot, which was still parked. He thought that Wang Zihong still had something to say to him, so he stepped back and looked down, but the other party was answering the phone, so he waved his hand. He waved his hand and said goodbye formally.

Wang Zihong picked up the phone, looked at Wen Hao's back all the way, and said, "Just let him come, I, Wang Zihong, will wait for him to make a move."

"..."

"Don't worry about whether I'm interested in Wen Hao or not. You bring the words to him. Since we've broken up a long time ago, he's no longer his. It's not too ugly to be so inseparable."

"..."

"Okay, stop talking, just like that, hang up."

Wang Zihong hung up the phone, looked up, Wen Hao was standing on the bridge, looking down at himself.Looking at each other, Wen Hao raised a smile and waved to him. The golden afternoon sun fell on the man's fair face, and the crooked eyes and red lips made him dazzled for a moment.

I am straight.

I am straight.

I am straight.

Wang Zihong recited it silently three times, turned on the ignition, stepped on the gas pedal, and trotted away arrogantly.

After Wen Hao and the others left, he exhaled a sigh of relief and stepped off the overpass briskly.Passing by the newsstand under the overpass and looking around, the boss is fanning wildly while watching a TV series. The thin iron house is cool in winter and warm in summer. Staying in it is like suffering, but in order to make money, you can only endure it.

Wen Hao chatted with the boss for a few words, bought a video game magazine, a bottle of Coke, and two barrels of instant noodles with braised beef. Carrying a big bag, he wandered into the community.

This neighborhood is very famous, Tiantan Apartment No. 50, athlete apartment.In order to welcome the 2008 Olympic Games, it was newly built, and the national team players of almost all sports live in it. Naturally, those media darlings such as the well-known Olympic champions and football stars are indispensable.Moreover, there are many fans who have been staying outside the gate for a long time, while guarding their favorite sports stars, while watching the athletes coming in and out of the community like visiting a zoo.

Today, another seven or eight girls stood guard at the gate of the complex. Even in the hot weather, they even visited with umbrellas. Wen Hao silently praised their perseverance.And I especially want to tell them that those big stars either have residences in other places, or they just go in and out by bus, thinking that they are all second- and third-tier little transparents like him, and they still struggle to squeeze the bus when they go in and out?

Entering the community through the small door on the side, it was much cooler in an instant.The greening in the community is well done. From the gate to the dormitory building, there is a large garden passing by. The garden is shaded by willows, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and there is a small pond in the middle. The lotus flowers are blooming in red, pink and yellow. It's full of flowers, very beautiful.

Athletes usually have heavy training tasks, and they generally don’t like to hang out after training. Although this small garden is located in the center, there are never many people, and some people forcibly stepped on the beautiful lawn in order to return to the dormitory quickly. sidewalk.Wen Hao is a person who follows the trend, so he is also walking on this artificial road now.

Halfway through the road, two people came head-on, and after a closer look, they were twins.They look the same, dress the same, and even have the same hairstyle, all on purpose to confuse people.They walked over affectionately, and the eyes painted with rose red eyeshadow glanced over at the same time. Wen Hao lowered his eyes and moved away sideways, and the girls walked past him without turning their eyes.

Wen Hao smelled a fragrance, which seemed to overlap with the smell of that summer. He stared blankly at the backs of the two of them, but in the end he couldn't confirm which one was the original one, so he had to give up.

Back in the dormitory, in the three-person room, the other two beds are occupied by his junior brother, You Le and Yuan Zheng.The two went to the United States to participate in the Pan Pacific World Swimming Competition a few days ago, and he lives alone in this house these days.

After boiling a pot of water and waiting for the noodles to soak, Wen Hao stared at his palms in a daze.

The white handkerchief was stained red with blood, and now it has turned brown. The blood scabs are connected with the wound. It will definitely hurt when he takes off the handkerchief, but he still slowly removes the handkerchief a little bit.

His eyes were reddened by the pain. Seeing the fresh blood coming out of his palm and converging into beads, he didn't press the handkerchief on it again, but stuck out his pink tongue and rolled up the dark red blood beads, like a wounded beast. He licked his wound with a mouthful.

When the taste of rust spread in his mouth, the blood in his palm finally disappeared.

Wen Hao squinted at the wound on the palm of his hand that was beginning to heal, so... that's fine.

small theater:

Wen Hao revised today's penguin signature.

[Whoever asks me to celebrate April Fool's Day, I'll let him celebrate Ching Ming Festival...] ​​Gong Cheng nervously sent Wen Hao a message.

[Wen Hao, I love you. 】