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Tong Wu punched me in the face.

"Geng Jiayou, you are a coward! You are a coward!"

Tong Wu was so angry that he couldn't speak anymore, his colleagues quickly surrounded him and stopped him: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"If you have something to say, don't be angry."

"What a good friend you two are, why did you quarrel today?"

No matter how angry Tong Wu was, he had to show me face after all, so he straightened his collar and turned around to leave.I rubbed my face and followed slowly.

From time to time, eyes are projected on me, but I ignore them and work overtime on my own.

I worked overtime at night until after ten o'clock, my mind was dizzy, and I wanted to fall asleep several times, but I resisted with willpower.

The team leader walked to my desk and handed me a can of Nescafe coffee.

"Brother Geng, would you like some drink?"

I was in a bad mood and didn't take his coffee.

I wanted to say: "At this time, the real concern is to let me go home." But thinking, I can't blame him for being in a bad mood, and the words came to my lips, and became: "Thank you, no need."

The team leader pulled a chair and sat down beside me: "Brother Geng, how are you doing today?"

I replied: "Very good."

"That's good...I'm worried about you and Brother Tong..."

I interrupted him: "It's okay, we've known each other for so many years, and we haven't quarreled once or twice."

The team leader breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine, as long as you two are fine, don't hold back what's going on, and talk to us."

"fine."

The team leader glanced at his watch: "Unknowingly, I worked overtime until ten o'clock. Brother Geng, your wife is waiting at home, isn't it?"

A colleague next to him joked: "Brother Geng treats his daughter-in-law as the first class, and the relationship between the two of them is also sweet. If I were Brother Geng's wife, I would definitely be very sad right now."

I smiled awkwardly.

The group leader said: "In this case, let's leave early today, Brother Geng, you also go home and spend time with your wife."

The colleague squeezed his eyes: "What are you doing with your wife?"

The team leader took the ball of paper next to him and threw it over: "I'm not serious all day long."

After work at eleven o'clock, I went downstairs to take a taxi, but I saw Tong Wu squatting under a tree smoking a cigarette.

I walked over and kicked his PG.

"Fuck Geng Jiayou, you bastard!" Tong Wu stood up, threw the cigarette on the ground and kicked me back: "Can you use the strength to attack Zhang Qian like me? Ah, can you?"

I bent down and picked up the cigarette butt he threw on the ground and threw it into the trash can: "Are you the same as Zhang Qian?"

"What's the difference?"

"You are not as good-looking as him."

"Put P!"

I laughed: "Yes, yes, I put P, ​​brother Tong is the most handsome."

Tong Wu's anger has not yet dissipated: "MD, Geng Jiayou, you bastard, you say you...why do you..."

I put my hands in my trouser pockets and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's all over."

"P in the past! You have a problem, you know." Tong Wu scolded: "Now Zhang Qian is pregnant with Wu Chunxian's child, and he still looks like he has no regrets about Wu Chunxian's life and death. Is this all right? Is this all right?! "

I lowered my head and didn't answer.

Tong Wu was angry for a while, and then comforted himself: "Forget it, I have to live... MD lives with this kind of person... MD can't do it, I'm still angry..."

I was amused by his repeated anger and self-comfort, and after self-consolation, he was angry again: "It's okay, Brother Tong, I'm fine."

I kicked the small stone on the side of the road: "Not many people know about this now. When the child is born, I will treat it as my own. It's not bad. I was prepared to have no children in the future." , now God has given me an extra child, which is also my luck."

"Wu Chunxian and Zhang Qian, what good things can they produce?"

I said helplessly, "Brother Tong..."

"Uncle Tong. Get out of the car and take you home."

Tong Wu sent me to the door of the house again. I put my hands on the buckle of the seat belt, looked up at the sparse lights of the residential building, and suddenly had the idea of ​​not wanting to go home.

Tong Wu saw my thoughts: "If you don't want to go home, go to my place. As I said, I will always leave you a bed in my house."

I smiled and shook my head: "I know, but it's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Tong Wu also has a family and his own children, no matter how much he cares about me, he can't occupy the space belonging to their family of three just because of me.

I forced myself to bid farewell to Tong Wu, went upstairs and changed my shoes.

The door of Zhang Qian's room was open, I took a look, and the nanny was turning Zhang Qian over.

He was very lethargic after pregnancy, and he couldn't be woken up by any movement. Last night I woke up Wu Chunxian and woke him up. It seems that there was indeed a lot of movement.

It's not small to me or to him.

Seeing me, the nanny called out in a low voice, "Geng...Mr. Geng."

I lowered my eyes and asked, "Where did you go last night?"

The nanny was obviously a little flustered: "Ah... I... I last night? I didn't go anywhere last night and fell asleep in my own room."

"When did Wu Chunxian come?"

"Ah, this..." The nanny obviously couldn't answer, she couldn't even turn over, and almost fell Zhang Qian.

I walked over and held Zhang Qian's shoulder: "I'll do it."

The nanny let go of his hand hesitantly, and I gently supported Zhang Qian, changing from lying flat to lying on the left side, and said: "I know you are all facing Zhang Qian, but Zhang Qian is not the one who pays you. Understand?"

The nanny murmured and said yes.

She backed out in a hurry, and I looked at Zhang Qian's exquisite profile under the yellow light with the night light on.

He is indeed beautiful, but if he is not beautiful, Wu Chunxian will not always want to come back to find him after eating wild food every time; if he is not beautiful, I probably...wouldn't fall in love with him so easily.

Lovely Zhang Qian has been for so many years, this kind of love is engraved into the bones and the humbleness that he is used to, it has nothing to do with the face for a long time.

So what do I love about him?

I probably love his melancholy expression when he sang, his ruthlessness when he broke up with his parents because of Wu Chunxian, his occasional smiling face, and his inadvertent fragility when he pulled my sleeve...

For me, Zhang Qian is perfect except that he doesn't love me.

But... this one doesn't love me, enough to break everything.

"Chun...Brother Chunxian...Chunxian...don't go...you kiss me...hug me..."

Zhang Qian called Wu Chunxian's name in his sleep.

I suddenly felt an unspeakable irritability, which swept my whole body like a gust of wind, so that for the first time, I grabbed Zhang Qian's shoulders fiercely and growled: "Zhang Qian, who are you calling?" Don't go?"

Zhang Qian was in pain and was forcibly pulled out of the dream by me.When he saw my gloomy face in a daze, he was obviously startled: "Geng...Geng Jiayou...what's the matter? What happened?"

I tightly squeezed the hand on his shoulder: "Let me ask you, what did you dream about just now?"

Zhang Qian was in so much pain that he put his hand on my wrist and wanted to pull it away, but his strength was no match for mine, and all his struggles were in vain: "Geng Jiayou! Let go! I'm in pain, Geng Jiayou!"

I lowered my head and knocked my forehead on Zhang Qian's forehead: "You want Wu Chunxian to kiss you...hug you? How? Is that so?"

I blocked Zhang Qian's lips, and he kicked me crazily, trying to dodge but couldn't dodge: "Geng... eh!?!! Geng Jiayou, you are crazy... woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

I bit hard, and the blood donation overflowed from his lips and landed on the corner of my lips.

"Hug? How do you hug him?" My other hand caught his stamina, and my face was fierce: "Who is your wife? Ah? Zhang Qian? Who are you? Who do you want to hug you?"

I tore off his cotton pajama pants and pressed him on the bed. Zhang Qian shook like a stranded fish: "Geng Jiayou, let go! Let go! Geng Jiayou! I don't want you to touch me! Geng Jiayou!!"

The cold air touched Chiguo's buttocks, and Zhang Qian went crazy, trying to push me away with hands and feet: "Geng Jiayou! You are crazy!! I forbid you to touch me! I don't agree! You are QJ!! Woooooo, Geng Jiayou!!"

Zhang Qian's last cry was in a crying voice.

He pulled back the last of my sanity.

I slowly let go of my hand, and he hugged the quilt and curled up in the corner, crying.

When he was crying, the pear blossoms were raining, so I probably felt pity for him.

I couldn't help feeling distressed.

But part of this distress was because he felt sorry for him, and part of it was because it really hurt.

It hurts like throbbing.

I told him: "Zhang Qian, you changed the sheets, so you and Wu Chunxian did it yesterday."

Zhang Qian's crying gradually subsided.

He glanced at me, then quickly walked away.

He acquiesced.

"We've been together for so long, I've only touched you three times, and that's it, every time you cry out for pain." I stood up and smiled.

I was laughing at myself and Zhang Qian.

"Zhang Qian, are you keeping festivals for Wu Chunxian?"

Zhang Qian didn't speak, and I didn't intend to wait for his answer. I stood up, picked up my coat, and closed the door.

There was no sound of footsteps behind me. Thinking about it, Zhang Qian didn't intend to chase me either.

He probably would rather have me go than if I stay by his side and ask him for an explanation.

He wants a Geng Jiayou who will take care of him without saying a word, and who will get the money immediately when he asks for money, not me who suddenly wants to ask for something now.

I drove from the underground garage, stopped at an open bar, sat in a corner, and drank alone for a long time.

I drank until I became delirious, and I didn't know when others would take me away and when I would be put down.

I just remember that I had an unrealistic dream in the chaos. In the dream, Zhang Qian was cute and cute, obedient like a soft kitten on the pure white bed sheet, and he would do whatever I asked him to do.

It may be that the quarrel tonight triggered the shouxing that has been hidden in my body for a long time. In the dream, I was full of heart, not at all like the gentleness towards him in the usual days.

He kept shouting for pain, and kept clinging to me and wouldn't let me go.

This dream is too fake, I thought so when I woke up.

But I didn't expect that there were even more fake ones.

My arm was already numb, and it was pressed by something heavy, which almost made me wonder if my arm was still my own.

I had a splitting headache, I held my forehead and looked, and there was a head on my arm.

Under the chestnut hair was a face prettier than Zhang Qian's, but it was a pity that at this moment, the delicate brows on it were frowning, as if there was something unhappy about it.

The owner of the head was still asleep, he rubbed his little furry head against my shoulder, and muttered softly: "...uh...it hurts."