heart arsonist

The air seems to have condensed, and only the water vapor rising from the cup proves the flow of time.

Wink got up first, went to the room to get the thick quilt and pillows, and piled them on the sofa.When Song Xinheng passed by again, the arm covered by the long sleeve was pulled suddenly, Wink was startled, and heard the man say: "Sorry, can you stay with me for a while?"

Wink didn't need to break away, the hand that was holding him was withdrawn as if he had done something wrong.The clock seemed to be running backwards again. Wink, who had accumulated the most pressure in the practice room during the most difficult period of his debut, once said the same thing to Song Xinheng.Song Xinheng didn't leave at that time, he took the mat from the dance studio and stayed with Wink in the empty room for half the night.

There was no response, Wink went to make another cup of coffee, took a folded bench with his free hand, and sat down beside Song Xinheng.

Song Xinheng is different from him, any emotion will be written on his face, he is a person who can be easily seen through.Even with his head down, Wink could guess the redness in his eyes.But even if he knew, he couldn't do anything, even if he could distinguish Song Xinheng's restrained breathing in the air, facing the shoulders that moved slightly due to sadness, Wink's hand would never be put on it again.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Ke, you can go to sleep." The barely steady voice could be heard choking: "I'm fine."

Wink looked away, got up and spread the quilt and pillow for Song Xinheng, went upstairs and returned to the room. .

I have known each other for eight years, and we have been in a formal relationship for four years. There is no time when I feel stranger than now.Rather than saying that the stripped love itself is cruel enough, it is better to say that those attached things have already become a part of the body, and it will hurt the heart when it is uprooted.Song Xinheng lay there all night without thinking about anything, but he could only accept this ending.

He can force himself, but he can't bear to force Wink, he can't tie his life with himself willfully.

The next morning, when Wink came out of the room again, there was no sign of Song Xinheng on the sofa on the first floor through the railing.After searching around the house, he didn't find Song Xinheng, who was used to staying in bed, but only found the breakfast wrapped in plastic wrap in the kitchen.

The remote control was still on the refrigerator. The air conditioner hadn't been used last night, and the quilt was neatly folded, as if no one had covered it.

Something seemed to be stuck in the crevice of the sofa, Wink bent down to pick it up, and it was an exquisitely designed ring.It probably fell out of Song Xinheng's pocket. Speaking of which, that guy might not even know that the ring was in his pocket.The ring in his palm was just a pair with the one Song Xinheng proposed to him before. After reading it, he put the ring on the coffee table and got up to pour a cup of hot tea.

Wink called the studio, and the manager heard Wink's increased nasal voice and granted him sick leave on the premise that he didn't show up for the event today.The half-boiled fried egg was spinning in the microwave, making a crisp sound when the light was turned off. Wink in pajamas brought the breakfast to the room. The sun shone into the room and also reflected the wet marks on the side of the pillow on the bed.

"Good morning." He took a bite of the fried egg, and the salty taste melted in his mouth, which was the salt and pepper taste similar to what he remembered.

Now that we have shed enough tears, it is time to say goodbye to the person who called him Xiao Ke.

"Did Cancheng tell you what time to pick you up?" Zhou Xiaohui who was seated next to him was still editing pictures, and Fang Wei who was taking a nap just woke up, looking at the watch used to record the domestic time, there were still three hours to arrive, He said, "He sent me an email this morning..."

Cancheng's vacation was not as smooth as expected, because a newcomer who had just joined the company, the short seven days were greatly discounted.The company has always been satisfied with Cancheng's work ability, and because this time the public relations were handled in a timely manner, in order to give him a salary increase, they did not forget to distribute the company's new artists to him. Chancheng didn't have time to be happy for himself.

In a few short back and forth emails, Fang Wei hesitated for a while, and still planned to keep the escape secret for Song Xinheng.

"You really protect Song Xinheng and don't let Chancheng pick you up. Have you ever thought that he might tell Chancheng himself?"

"If Cancheng doesn't know until now...he should come back." Fang Wei's voice became softer and he didn't have much confidence: "I said I would go back with Song Xinheng. Since Cancheng is so busy, he should come back." You don’t even notice what’s going on with us.”

When it was nearly eleven o'clock, Song Xinheng, who had been waiting for two hours, finally got the news that the plane had landed.

I stayed in the transit hall for a while, afraid that I would run into Chancheng who was waiting outside when I went out, because the clothes to cover up my identity were more conspicuous than expected, people going out didn't notice this idol who appeared at the airport, but the security guards Stared at him back and forth a few times.Hard work pays off, at the end of the line, Song Xinheng saw two men in couple outfits.

Even in the early hours of the morning, the two of them were still chatting and laughing, and compared to the depressed Song Xinheng, they seemed to be in much better spirits.

Fang Wei had changed his disguise and was armed in a disguised manner, carrying a big bulging bag, which was probably full of souvenirs and the like.The suitcases of the two of them were pushed by Zhou Xiaohui with ease. Seeing that Fang Wei's sunglasses were about to slip off the bridge of his nose, he didn't forget to free up his hand to help him up, and walked to Song Xinheng's side. Fang Wei also only cared about talking to Zhou Xiaohui .

Song Xinheng, who had never been treated coldly by Fang Wei, was taken aback for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the handle of Fang Wei's big bag.

"Huh?" Fang Wei was taken aback, and only when he turned around did he notice that his missing husband had suddenly appeared in front of him.He subconsciously took a step back and saw more clearly. Although his face was not looking good, the person in front of him was indeed Song Xinheng.Not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow, Zhou Xiaohui let go of the two boxes, and before Song Xinheng could speak, he turned sideways and got between the two of them.

"Are you waiting for us?" Zhou Xiaohui coughed lightly, and Song Xinheng said as if he didn't hear: "You didn't receive my text message?"

His eyes fell on Fang Wei, and he knew he was talking nonsense after asking. This guy had just got off the plane, and he probably didn't even look at his phone.

"Forget it, if you didn't see it, you didn't see it." The temperature at the airport was low, Song Xinheng was cold and sleepy, and wanted to get out of here immediately, he said to Fang Wei patiently: "I will see you later , Ask, can you say that we came back together?"

In fact, before making such a request, one should explain where he went, but obviously Song Xinheng was not so conscious.

Fang Wei nodded, then remembered that Chancheng was not there, and explained, "I've already said, they have jobs, so they won't come today."

"Little tree doesn't come either?" Song Xinheng's expression became both happy and bitter when he heard Fang Wei's response.After waiting for two hours, Song Xinheng stretched out his hand and pulled a box, thinking that he had a bad attitude just now, so he took Fang Wei's bag and carried it on his shoulder.Zhou Xiaohui also felt the weird atmosphere between the two, Song Xinheng walked in front, Fang Wei and Zhou Xiaohui walked behind side by side.

Song Xinheng was not picked up, but Zhou Xiaohui's car had been parked for more than an hour.Originally, someone was going to pick him up, but through the glass, he could guess that Yan Baifeng would definitely be inside. While Zhou Xiaohui was patting Fang Wei on the shoulder and talking to him, Song Xinheng only had to think of Yan Baifeng seeing the two of them dressed as a couple. The expression on his face, the corners of his mouth that was frozen to the point of freezing also raised an invisible arc.

Maybe he was still staring at himself, Song Xinheng thought so, and waved his hand towards the window glass.

The car drove away quickly, and Song Xinheng was hesitating where to find a car, when a car stopped in front of him unexpectedly.

It's not a good car either, although I feel wronged a little, but as long as I agree to turn on the warm air, I can bear it for a few 10 minutes' drive.So comforting himself, Song Xinheng watched helplessly as the driver skillfully loaded a few pieces of luggage into the car, and was about to open the rear door to get in, when the driver who had just smiled at Fang Wei stepped over and stopped Song Xinheng from opening the door the hand.

The car window was rolled open from the inside, and a child came over. Without looking at Song Xinheng, he called Fang Wei sweetly, "Teacher."

"Sorry, this is not a taxi. You may have made a mistake. I'm here to pick you up." Even after meeting Song Xinheng, Du Chenghong had a hard time connecting the suspiciously dressed person in front of him with the star on TV, and he couldn't even see him. Out and Fang Wei are together.Thinking of this, he explained politely: "If you need a taxi now, I can find another one for you."

Fang Wei had told Du Chenghong before that his husband and he were not on the same flight, and he agreed to accompany Walnut to eat supper after attending the birthday party.Not knowing whether he should explain Song Xinheng's identity to Du Chenghong, Fang Wei fell into a dilemma for a while.

This side is still in a stalemate, but Du Chenghong over there has already called a car and parked in front of Song Xinheng steadily.

Too lazy to figure out what was going on, Song Xinheng snorted and got into the car, and asked the driver to drive before Fang Wei came over.

The heater was turned on in the car, but Song Xinheng's mood still didn't improve.The farther and farther figures in the rearview mirror melted into the night, together with the child in the back row, it was like a family.Such a scene is not suitable for a poor man who has lost his love for the second time.Song Xinheng tugged the mask down, breathing easier, and wanted to wait until he woke up to think about what happened these days.

Not only his ex-boyfriend, but now even his fans seem to choose to abandon him.