When the phoenix man meets the peacock man

That was after Feng Tao and Zong Yuheng broke up for the first time.

The apartment Feng Tao lives alone has not been cleaned properly, and he has no time and no mood.

The red, white and blue woven bag he brought with him was piled up in a corner, and Feng Tao squatted down and tossed in it for whatever he needed.

This woven bag was picked up from the garbage dump when Zong Yuheng was kicked out of his house - it was really miserable at that time, panicked like a bereaved dog, he himself was like this bag, abandoned by Zong Yuheng like a bag, Throw it in the trash without hesitation.

Feng Tao tries his best to avoid thinking about the "unbearable past" with Zong Yuheng. He has long been determined to look forward and make a clean break with the past. Just ignore those thoughts that you have or don't have in your mind when you are free and the big holes in your heart that are blowing cold wind.

It's much better now, Feng Tao suffered a lot for quite a long time after the breakup.

Without the big tree Zong Jiyuan, not only the opportunities that he had seized before were lost, but some people thought that his life was exhausted, and he was in vain with the red top.Industry, Commerce, Taxation, Chamber of Commerce, Bank, and all the gods put pressure on it.

There were several times when Feng Tao felt that he could not go on, maybe he would be labeled as an economic prisoner and arrested the next day.If he really went in, there would not be enough soap for him to pick up.

Only then did he truly realize how small the grass roots are in front of the local tyrant, and the only way for him to save himself is to work hard!He tried every possible legal and illegal means to prevent his small company from being crushed into scum.

Just when he was burying his head and heart in fear, things took a shocking turn. Should Feng Tao's fate be determined or something—Zong Jiyuan suffered a stroke suddenly and fell down.

The power of the Zong family collapsed, and Feng Tao was able to breathe.

He admitted that he was relieved, secretly rejoiced, and even a little disbelieving looked up to see the kindness and hatred that the heaven had spared.As the saying goes, it can only be regarded as God's will to live forever!As for Zong Yuheng, Feng Tao's feelings are somewhat complicated, but most of them just want to see a ready-made joke.

According to how badly they broke up before, if he remembered the humiliation of the red, white and blue woven bag, he would be a good person if he didn't follow suit and add insult to injury.

What's more, Feng Tao's own situation was not very optimistic at that time, but no one thought of deliberately punishing him. His career was still in life and death, and there was still a lot to do. Ex-boyfriend.Life and death have their own destiny, depending on their own creation.

However, this circle is too small, even if he didn't deliberately inquire, there are still a lot of news about the Zong family in Feng Tao's ears-for example, Zong Jiyuan was convicted and thoroughly investigated; Zong's property was confiscated; Zong's wife absconded with money. The bankruptcy of Zong Yuheng's company hindered...

Feng Tao was taken aback when he heard the last news, and ran to the door of Zong Yuheng's company overnight to post a job advertisement.

Feng Tao's company has gone through the most difficult period and gradually got on the right track. Just when he needed to employ people, the bankruptcy of Zong Yuheng's company gave him another opportunity. He would be a fool if he didn't seize it.He took the opportunity to recruit a group of successful players—even Lin Miao, Zong Yuheng's assistant, came directly to work with a cardboard box.

Now there are a large number of old subordinates in the company who know about him and Zong Yuheng in the past. Feng Tao hinted at the morning meeting that this is a new era, and he is already the leader of a new era, which is not what it used to be.

Sure enough, the roots of his ears were clean after that, and no one dared to mention the pot that shouldn't be mentioned in front of him easily.

Feng Tao, who did such things, checked his heart and found that instead of feeling guilty, he felt a little bit like the pleasure after revenge.

The so-called 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, Zong Yuheng thought this was all?wrong.This is just the beginning.

He was so well protected by his old fox father, it's time to realize what is difficult in the world.

Since then, Zong Yuheng's sufferings and Feng Tao's eyes have been seen one by one, as expected.

Feng Tao still doesn't care about his life and death, what does his life and death have to do with him? ...Forget it, it's really a thing of the past.

Feng Tao went home carrying the red, white and blue belt, walked out of the house, threw it in the garbage bin of the community, turned around, got in the car and left.

From the rear-view mirror, Feng Tao saw a scavenger walking towards the trash can...

After 10 minutes, the scavengers were stopped by a panting man.

Feng Tao took out ten yuan from his wallet, "I threw this bag away, if I threw it wrong, please return it to me."

The scavenger gave him a cold look, "If you say it's yours, it's yours? There are bags like this all over the street."

Feng Tao took out another one hundred.

Finally, Feng Tao angrily threw the woven bag back into the corner and ignored it.

Occasionally, really just occasionally, it's not like Feng Tao didn't imagine what would happen if he went back to find Zong Yuheng, but then he was severely suppressed this year-isn't Feng Tao suffering enough from the Zong family and his son?How did Zong Jiyuan use his power to force him into Zong Yuheng's bed?How did Zong Yuheng throw him into the trash can with a woven bag?Not to mention that Master Zong found a new man at that time!His evil deeds are simply too numerous to record-...but the most important reason why Feng Tao can't turn back is-he can't make his parents sad anymore.

His father's body has not fully recovered, and it seems impossible to be completely recovered from that appearance; although Feng's mother never mentioned Zong Yuheng, she looked at Feng Tao like she was staring at the cabbage in her own field, for fear of being stolen by a thief. Take away.

Feng Tao suffers from off-duty silencing syndrome. He is so excited when he goes to work that he seems to be overwhelmed. He doesn’t want to say a word when he comes home from work. It is like a bone stuck in the throat, and it is like pharyngitis if it does not rise or fall.

Finally, he couldn't stand the depression, and moved to an apartment near the company under the pretext of being busy with work. He moved very few belongings, and a woven bag was enough.

For a period of time after that, he filled up the corners of his time with work.If you don't want to, you can pretend it doesn't exist.

Feng Tao feels that he has no reason to be dissatisfied with his current living conditions - his career is steadily rising, and if he works so hard for three to five years, maybe he can make a name for himself; What's the matter, my sister is studying in graduate school with peace of mind, everything is fine... the days without Zong Yuheng are comfortable!he said to himself.

It wasn't until one day at a business event that a client who wanted to make friends with him introduced the little boy to him, and Feng Tao realized that it was a little early for him to be complacent.

The shackles put on his neck by the Zong family and his son seemed to be gone, but in fact it didn't have to be - in the eyes of many people, he was just a man who sold himself for glory and pursued a man's ass.

The client winked at him and said courteously: "Mr. Feng, I heard that you don't have anyone around you now? ——You can't just focus on work and lose your life. It's easy for a man to be too depressed. You have to reward yourself."

Feng Tao tried to defend himself calmly: "No, no, Mr. Wang, you misunderstood, I'm not very...very good at men."

The customer patted him on the shoulder, said "I understand", and said, "Boss Feng, you don't have to be polite to me. Brother, I also play this occasionally, let's talk to each other."

Feng Tao said, "No, no, I'm not..."

The customer thought he didn't like it, and was a little embarrassed, "I know you have high vision, after all, you were really stunning before, but this kid has a good personality, so he doesn't need you to serve him, but he serves you instead. You can make do with it, and it's not bad."

After Feng Tao refused that kind of sexual bribery that day, he immediately took the time to find a female college student, raised her in a high-profile way, took her to various business occasions, and went to the hidden golden house every month to do a few things, even when Feng's mother forced her. Take her home for dinner on weekends during tight times.He wants to prove to the world and himself with facts that he, Feng Tao, is fine with women.

It is not unfilial for Feng Tao to go back to his parents' house every week as a routine. If something happens at home, he will be the first one to rush there.But it's true that he doesn't like to go back and face them very much, he can't tell if it's guilt or what.Maybe there will always be mutual torture in the family relationship, but not being together will show those good things in the nostalgia.

He also doesn't bother with his little mistress very much.The relationship was best defined firmly in the nature of monetary transactions, and he was careful in that regard.As the one who had betrayed, he knew too well how troublesome it would be if feelings were entangled in it.Even if he gets married in the future, he will not choose this girl who betrayed her body, no matter how sympathetic her reasons are, even if he has betrayed himself.So, just like that.

He doesn't often go back to his so-called "home" where he lives alone. Usually, he eats and lives in the company. He puts a single bed in the office and uses a screen to block it, and works day and night.

He was so busy that he had nothing else to do, so he took the time to go back to his "home" and look for seasonal clothes.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the dusty red, white and blue three-color woven bag in the corner. He pretended not to see it and walked into the bathroom.

Turn on the faucet to turn on the water, and a stream of brown rusty water flows out of it. It seems that it has been empty for a long time.

After taking a shower, he turned on the TV and fell asleep amidst the loud background sound of the TV.

An inexplicable shudder struck, and Feng Tao woke up gasping heavily.Even when the consciousness is awakened, the sense of shackles spreading from the depths of the soul is still vivid, as if the goblins with countless vines have cut into the flesh, and it seems that they have just had an unfinished affair with a ghost.

Feng Tao's eyes widened, he fixed his sight on one place, and then looked around in panic. He lost his memory for a moment, felt unfamiliar and uneasy, and reached the extreme after a few seconds. heart.Panic is like a huge water beast, dragging countless tentacles and branches, silently sinking into the dark depths again, rolling up the final vortex of fear.

Feng Tao shivered and woke up completely, and found that he was sleeping on "his" bed, in "his" room.one person!

Silent footage played on the disappearing TV set, emitting dim and shifting lights.

Feng Tao reflected on why he frequently woke up in the middle of the night recently. It must be because he was subconsciously driven by some kind of huge fear, but he didn't know what it was.In this semi-dark enclosed space, this kind of thought is ambiguous and ups and downs, and it is extremely frightening to think about it carefully.

He calmed down further, and a certain part of his lower body became clearer - the feeling of being exposed on his body was like horror.It is said that the avatar of the person who died of fright is congested and erect, which must have some kind of mysterious medical connection.

Inexplicable awakening, unnecessary lust, no matter what the relationship is, Feng Tao is only worried about the trouble they bring to his sleep.I couldn't sleep for a while.

He sighed and decided to try to force sleep first.I closed my eyes, pretended not to know that I was insomnia, adjusted my breathing, and let go of my thoughts, but once the sleepiness dissipated, I refused to return.I don’t know how long it took so reluctantly—maybe 5 minutes, maybe an hour, and finally backfired—something in the darkness gathered into an invisible pressure, and the pressure on his chest seemed to double the pressure of the atmosphere, forcing him to sigh for a long time , double as a deep breath.

Not only that, the place under his body became more and more sore and uncomfortable, and he refused to let go.Reluctantly, he reached out to grab it, and rolled it up in a dispirited manner.

I don't know if there are people like him, masturbation is not for pleasure, but for falling asleep.

In order to reach the finish line as soon as possible, Feng Tao began to think about women to add to the fun.It's not a specific woman he knows, he doesn't have that kind of object now.It's just a general and abstract image of a "woman"-big buttocks, fat breasts, and flirtatious.

However, there is still a lack of interest.

He decided to change to a purer one, and ACUP was holding it in his hand so pitifully, he felt that he should be "rougher", first doing this and then that... But his mind was messed up, often broken, and he didn't know where to slip away Go... In fact, he knew exactly where he had slipped to, Zong Yuheng's image was fleeting.

This realization made him flustered, and he redoubled his efforts to please himself.In this tense atmosphere, he had to force himself to do two things at the same time—climb to the top, and not think about that person.The result of distraction is that nothing is done well.A sexual obsession was made intermittent and dull.

Feng Tao became angry from embarrassment, stood up and masturbated.

However, it still didn't work, the fire of desire couldn't find an outlet for a long time, but his wrist was already sore, and then those words.

In the end, Feng Tao lay down slumped and gave up.

On the one hand, the eyes are sore and the body wants to sleep; on the other hand, the brain is extremely active, clear and chaotic, as if morbidly hyperactive after taking drugs.He felt that he must be sick—the frequencies of the spirit and the body were highly disharmonious, and he couldn't tell which side he was fighting against.

Dejectedly, Feng Tao raised his right hand and put it on his eyes, mumbling to himself hypnotically: Not lonely, not lonely!I can do it alone...

The night seemed extraordinarily long and cold, and red, white and blue woven bags squatted maliciously in the corner.

(Finish)