he has a clean freak

That day, Yan Wangxiao got up early to catch up with the announcement, and dropped by to send Lun Shoucheng to audition for a leading role in a TV series.He sang a song on the show, and then he had to accept an interview recording, but because the host was temporarily unwell, he was sent to the emergency department of the hospital, so he had to leave.He was driving the car, wondering if he wanted to go to Lun Shoucheng's audition, but it was just a very light thought, without much drive, so he went straight home.

He opened the door with the key as usual and changed his shoes at the gate.What was different from usual was that beside the shoe cabinet was a pair of black leather shoes that he had never seen before. The texture, style, and size were not something that Lun Shoucheng could wear.He stopped his movements, his head was hit by a premonition, and he looked up into the living room.

The house was quiet, and a needle could be heard, but he seemed to hear another person's breathing sounding in a certain room.An oversized travel backpack is placed randomly on the sofa, and a bottle of XX brand mineral water is placed on the table.The balcony doors and windows, which were closed when I left, are now open.

Yan Wangxiao held his breath, walked lightly, opened the door to look at the nearest house, and kept paying attention to the movement in the living room.

He opened the door that used to be Liang Songying's exclusive cloakroom, and a figure came into view.

Liang Songying, who hadn't seen her for half a year, stood in front of the open wardrobe, holding an unfolded shirt in her hand, and an oversized suitcase opened under her feet, which was already half filled with clothes.He came to take the clothes away. He originally thought that Yan Wangxiao would not be at home at this time, but when he was captured at the scene, he didn't look embarrassed, and looked at Yan Wangxiao with a flat expression.

Yan Wangxiao also looked at him and asked, "Are you back?"

Liang Songying glanced at him again, lowered her head and continued to fold the clothes, "Well, did I bother you? I'll leave after packing."

"where did you go?"

"I went to France first. I have an independent winery there. I like champagne, and I make champagne. Then I went to Africa. I got off the plane this morning and I just came back."

"Come back to me as soon as you get off the plane?"

"take things."

"Why are you leaving?"

"You have found a new boyfriend, let him live. I saw his things in the room. If I don't leave, can I stay here?"

"I was asking about half a year ago."

Liang Songying turned her head from the closet, gave him a faint smile, and quickly disappeared from her face, "Why do you need to ask about things we both know?" He turned his head and put a Take out the long winter coat.

"You deliberately hurt me by leaving? So that I can't forget you?"

"Does it hurt?"

he asked softly.

Yan Wangxiao's calm face contorted for a moment, and he went over to grab Liang Songying's arm and threw him onto the wardrobe.Liang Songying was caught off guard, and fell into the closet. The back of her head hit the closet against the wall with a "bang", and she let out a muffled groan.

Yan Wangxiao leaned down, grabbed his collar and lifted him out, stared into his eyes and asked, "Do you hurt?"

Liang Songying didn't speak, but forcefully pushed his hand away.

"Anyway, we were in love before, and you left me in the most disgusting, painful and hateful way! You deliberately made me sad!" Yan Wangxiao pulled him out, threw him to the window and hit the wall.Liang Songying said nothing, stood up by herself, expressionless.Yan Wangxiao forced to go over, and asked again: "Does it hurt? Let me ask you this, can you forgive me for my rough behavior to you just now? Why didn't you fight back, you have been fucked by me too much, you have become a woman, and your masculinity is more bloody." gone too?"

Liang Songying lowered her head slightly, her hair was messed up, and her hands were twisted.Soon, he pushed Yan Wangxiao away forcefully, walked over, took out all the clothes in the closet and hugged them in his arms, went out, came back empty-handed, and carried some out again, back and forth four times, the closet was completely empty.He closed the suitcase on the ground and dragged it out of the living room.

Yan Wangxiao sat on the sofa and smoked in silence.

Liang Songying stood next to the TV in the living room, looking around, "Maybe there are other things that I haven't dealt with in time, please throw them away for me, thank you." He gently placed the key in the palm of his hand on the coffee table in front of Yan Wangxiao, "The key, I put it here."

Yan Wangxiao raised his eyelids a little and looked at the key.

Liang Songying stopped at the door, turned her head, "Yan Wangxiao," he paused, "goodbye."

Yan Wangxiao didn't respond to him, and didn't turn his head. Half a cigarette was stuck between his fingers and he forgot to smoke.Hearing the sound of closing the door and the dragging of the suitcase wheels on the ground, after a long time, he was burned by the cigarette, and he threw it down and took out another one.He swallowed the choking taste one mouthful at a time.

Liang Songying covered her bruised mouth with her hands and went downstairs, passing by the front desk, the young administrator smiled and asked him, "Do you have a toothache?"

Liang Songying didn't know how to talk to him, so she nodded.

He lingered downstairs for a while.

Li Wenhai was waiting for him in the car outside the community, and would take him to his new residence later.He lingered for a while, not thinking about how to explain the injury at the corner of his mouth, so he took a back door and left alone, and took a taxi.When the phone rang, he pressed the mute button, looked at the screen for a while, very worried.

"It's not packed yet? Do you want me to go up and help?" Li Wenhai asked.

"It's packed, I'm leaving in the car." Liang Songying said with a guilty conscience.

"Huh? Did I hear you right? You're leaving? I've been waiting for you for half an hour." Li Wenhai couldn't help being rude.

"...Go back and get busy. Leave me alone. I'm in a bad mood and I want to be alone." Try my best to deal with him, a bad mood is a universal excuse.

"Why are you suddenly in a bad mood?" Li Wenhai's tone was a little slow.

"Well, touch the scene to make you feel better." He almost used a questioning tone.

"You are self-willed! Hey, who got used to you? You really deserve to be beaten...it's not me, right?"

"It seems to be you?"

Listening to the blah blah blah blah, Liang Songying was in a lively mood and felt better. "Let's go out for dinner together in a few days, and I have a present for you."

"what?"

"You want to listen now?"

"How could there be such an unkind person, who tempted me a few days in advance!"

"Looking at it from another angle, I'm helping you raise your sense of expectation about life."

"Fuck."

The two of them chatted nonsense again and put on airs, finally calming down Li Wenhai's irritable anger.After hanging up the phone, he leaned half of his body by the window, looking very tired.

The taxi drove forward, the farther away it was from Yan Wangxiao's location, the more stable his heart would be.He had lived alone in that apartment for almost half a year, and as the wounds on his body gradually healed, leaving behind his mind, what became clearer and more traumatized was the injury caused by Yan Wangxiao.His disgusted eyes, demeanor, movements, and behaviors were like a small arrow that kept shooting at him, poking a big hole.He lives in self-doubt and self-disgust every day, wavering and losing confidence.

This double-edged sword love surprised him.

He looked at the morning light shining on the glass mirror, reflecting the scenery along the road, buildings, tree shadows, traffic, pedestrians... bizarre.