On the Possibility of Finding Success in Online Dating

Drink wrong.

Zheng Xiyao's mind was full of these four words, and he sat on the bed with his sore waist and stinging head, falling into infinite regret.

Why drink?Why did the idiot suddenly want to drink with Song Rong?

Yesterday, Song Rong's "I'm sorry for you" with his tongue outstretched is still lingering in Zheng Xiyao's ears. Instead of being relieved, he felt more and more worried.

Drinking like this is probably not much better for Song Rong, so I won't go to his place today, saving the two of them from being embarrassed when they meet each other.

So what happened yesterday?

Who brought me back?Yu Qi?So why do we do it?Am I fucking drunk/promiscuous/sex?I/fuck, wise one more time, I/fuck, why should I drink?

When Yu Qi entered the room, he saw the child lying on the bed with nothing to love, his eyes emptying himself.

"Are you awake?" Yu Qi patted his face, trying to help him up, "I'll make hangover soup, drink some before going to bed, or I'll have a headache... Speaking of which, do you need a massage for you?"

Zheng Xiyao nodded.

When he was lifted up, Zheng Xiyao saw an extremely ferocious tooth mark on Yu Qi's left shoulder, which was blue and purple, and felt a little bruised, and the flesh was bitten and deformed.

Yu Qi didn't dare to use too much force with his left arm.

I/fuck, was I so fierce yesterday?

"You can change your WeChat name." Yu Qi said suddenly, looking straight into Zheng Xiyao's eyes, pointing to the tooth marks on his shoulder, and smiling slightly, "It's much cuter to call it Little Pepper."

Zheng Xiyao was taken aback for a moment, and raised his bowl to cover his blushing face.

"Brother..." Zheng Xiyao showed his eyes, like a frightened little animal, arousing pity, "Yesterday I..."

"Now you know I'm called Brother?" Yu Qi interrupted him, with a clear smile, "You called me Yu Qi all night, but I didn't listen to you calling me Brother. You insisted on calling me Yu Qi, even by name and surname."

Zheng Xiyao's face turned even redder.

But it can't stop the children from wanting to know the bottom line: "What did I... what did I do last night?"

"You're quite interesting." Yu Qi rubbed Zheng Xiyao's head, but it was involved in the left shoulder, and frowned in pain, "Anyway, this is the first time I see the person involved to recall the drinking madness."

Zheng Xiyao really wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in. He had never been so ashamed before, and he was still so embarrassed in front of his boyfriend.

"Actually, you didn't do anything." Yu Qi said, "You just hugged me and cried for no reason. I found that you really like to cry when you are unconscious. When you see me, you cry even more fiercely. You cry when you say you want to." Why did you bite me? If I hadn’t pinched your face, you would have bitten off a piece of meat for me, what’s wrong? What did you say to Song Rong yesterday? You’re so worried about gains and losses.”

I didn't say anything, I just thought you were leaving when I was unconscious.

Zheng Xiyao always felt that he did more than this yesterday, and when he returned the bowl to Yu Qi, he continued to ask: "That's it? Shouldn't I be drunk/chaotic/sexy yesterday?"

Yu Qi let out a "Yo" with a rising sound, obviously making fun of the children: "I know you were drunk/chaotic/sexy yesterday, it looks pretty good, I thought you at least had to go wash up can realize."

Zheng Xiyao licked his lips, fished out the ball of pajamas beside the pillow, and asked in a low voice, "Did I mess too much yesterday?"

This question is a bit in-depth.

Yu Qi took a meaningful look at Zheng Xiyao, licked his lower lip, and said with a smile: "If you say...you have to do something, if you don't do it, you will tear my clothes and say I don't love you." You, it’s really endless, and you have to call for more and more all night... Speaking of which, do you have the memory of how many times you have done it?"

Zheng Xiyao stopped buttoning his buttons, looked at Yu Qi stupidly, and asked him several times with dull eyes.

Yu Qi gestured to Zheng Xiyao, who was killed on the spot.

"Please, don't let me drink anymore." Zheng Xiyao raised his hand to cover his eyes, and when he was lying down, his waist was still tingling. It was extremely uncomfortable, "I'll be fine if I touch alcohol."

The last time Yu Qi drank three or four cups in a daze before, and he was so dizzy that he didn't know his last name. This time, he drank a whole bottle with Song Rong, and now he has a buzzing pain in his head and little stars in front of his eyes. Even worse were the legs.

"I/Fuck..." Zheng Xiyao stood with his hands on his hips, leaning on the bed, feeling very unhappy, "I..."

Glancing at Yu Qi's eyes, the kid swallowed the word "fuck" obediently.

While washing up, Zheng Xiyao saw the marks on her body, and worried about how she would explain it to Liang Qian or other people who saw it tomorrow.

Zheng Xiyao spit out the mouthwash, leaned back to look at Yu Qi who was making the quilt, and asked, "Brother, why don't you go somewhere with me."

……

Qingshan Cemetery, where Zheng Xiyao's mother slept.

Looking at the art photos, Yu Qi can feel that Zheng Xiyao's mother must be a well-known beauty. Whether it is the eyebrows or the curvature of the smile, the words "everyone's lady" are written in every frown and smile.

The woman in the black and white photo on the tombstone looked at them softly.

No wonder Zheng Xiyao has such a good personality. Staying with him is like being on the land that has just had a spring rain. Surprised, but also put it down.

"Actually, I can't remember what my mother looks like." Zheng Xiyao knelt on the ground and placed the flowers neatly in front of the tomb. When she smiles, it’s the frozen smile in the photo, I can’t remember what it looks like when she frowns. But I’d like to keep only the memories of her smiling.”

Zheng Xiyao lightly touched the petals with his fingertips, and the water droplets wet his fingertips, making them slippery and cool.

"I didn't really like candy that much when I was a child. My mother always bought white rabbits as a reward for good performance. I thought I could get it anyway, but I never paid much attention to it. Until Song Siming passed the door, toffee became what I asked for. Unworthy things, the person who can get rewards for doing anything casually has become Song Rong, I can only buy it myself, but the taste is not the same, so I force myself to eat it, implying that it is the same as It tastes the same as what Mom gave it... but it just doesn't."

Yu Qi knelt on one knee, rubbed the top of Zheng Xiyao's hair, and let him lean on his shoulder.

"When I was young, I hated strawberries the most." Zheng Xiyao drilled into Yu Qi's neck, and slowly opened his eyes, "The sour ones are too sour, and the sweet ones don't taste good. Who knew that one day I saw Song Rong eating strawberries. I was very interested in the taste, and suddenly I felt a little sour taste in my mouth. He shared the strawberries with me, and I even ate a dozen of them, all of which were sweet. From that day on... I often wanted to have that sweet taste in my mouth, but When Song Siming was at home, I was not allowed to touch Song Rong’s things, so I could only take one secretly, or wait until Song Siming was not at home. Song Rong never complained, but he never stopped Song Siming from beating me.”

Yu Qi held Zheng Xiyao's hand, pinched Zheng Xiyao's fingertips with his fingers, and then held it again, trying to transmit his own warmth to the cool fingertips.

"Why are you afraid of the shutter sound?" Yu Qi asked him, gently kneading the back of his neck with his other hand to make him less nervous, "What did Song Siming do to you?"

"She wants to cut off my hand." Zheng Xiyao said, his left hand wanted to make a fist, but Yu Qi held it tightly. He closed his eyes again, and the scene of that day appeared before him again, "I said I didn't want to give Song It was also the first time that Rong wrote things so out of control, she said 'If you don't want to write, then don't do it', just like that..."

Zheng Xiyao held Yu Qi's wrist with his right hand. His nails were very short, but still gave Yu Qi the illusion of "going to pierce the skin".Yu Qi suddenly thought that Zheng Xiyao had a not-so-obvious scar on the inside of his right wrist, which was already very small. He once asked, but Zheng Xiyao just smiled and said that he accidentally scratched it when he was a child.

Yu Qi couldn't help thinking, Zheng Xiyao was still a child at that time, would Song Siming's nails be as short as Zheng Xiyao's now?She clasped her flesh on purpose to hold her wrist, her nails embedded in her flesh, where is Zheng Xiyao?Did he yell in pain?Did he cry?

"Hold." After Zheng Xiyao finished the last two words, he let go of Yu Qi's wrist, "I dare not cry, and I dare not make a sound. You see, when I say that about Song Rong, I am actually a coward... If I cry, she kicks me, she wears 5 cm high heels, and she kicks a piece of my back. When I cry, she will use a ruler to smack my face... I don’t know why there is a ruler in our house Such a thing, nine times out of ten, is prepared to hit me. When my dad is not at home, or for a long time, that thing will greet me on my face. She dares to hit her, but I won't complain."

Yu Qi suddenly noticed that his hands were shaking.

The fingertips of his right hand lightly touched Zheng Xiyao's cheek. His face was cold, but he felt that Zheng Xiyao's face was so hot that it was red and swollen, with blood oozing out. ointment.

He clasped the five fingers of his left hand with Zheng Xiyao, and began to feel warmth in Zheng Xiyao's palm.

"why?"

He could hear his own voice trembling.

"I don't want to ruin the home my father hopes for." Zheng Xiyao opened his eyes and saw their holding hands, and the trouble in his heart dissipated unknowingly, "Song Siming said that if I file a complaint, my father will take me If you leave, he will hate me, I...I actually...actually depend on my father."

Zheng Xiyao closed his eyes again, and the hideous face of an old witch appeared before his eyes again.

"She put my hand on the chopping board and raised the kitchen knife. At that time, something was playing on the TV in the living room, and the shutter sound kept ringing. I heard them getting faster and faster, and finally chopped with the kitchen knife. The voices of things overlapped, chopping things very quickly. The kitchen knife was right in front of my fingernails, penetrating three points. If she didn't regret it... I don't know if she will chop off my fingers or half of my palm. Anyway, if the knife goes down, it will definitely It can be broken."

Yu Qi thought about many reasons why he was afraid of the shutter sound, and thought that it must be because of the abuse by his stepmother, but he never thought that it was so frightening.He felt sorry for Zheng Xiyao, looking at the white hand in his palm, he suddenly didn't like Zheng Xiyao's sensible character.

He shouldn't be so sensible, at this moment he will cry, or yell, he shouldn't tell the most painful experience so plainly.He didn't have the thought of retaliating against the society because of this, and he didn't experience psychological pressure. This is obviously a good thing, but Yu Qi didn't want to congratulate him for it.

He said that when he broke off the SD card and threw it away, he was relieved, such a difficult thing, he was relieved...

……

"My brother and I were sold." Yu Qi lay on the bed, holding Zheng Xiyao in his arms, closed his eyes, and said in a storytelling tone, "It's a good gamble, it ruined the family, so there's nothing to sell I sold it. The big family, all girls, wanted a son. I regretted buying it because I was too weak. I got sick every three days and got sick every five days. I bought it again because I couldn’t return it. My brother, I became... a servant? Well, a servant. My brother and I can’t see each other. He lives in the bedroom and I live in a small dark room. Later, a guest came to the house. My brother heard from others that he was a pervert , likes to play with little boys. He wanted me, my brother ran away overnight with me, slept under the bridge for three nights, and was picked up by the director of the orphanage. But there are too many children in the orphanage, only two A teacher, the dean, an old woman with inconvenient legs and feet, had no choice but to leave a bunch of children and take me to the hospital, so I could only let me fend for myself. Who knew that my fate would be good, and I met my mother..."

Zheng Xiyao wanted to comfort him, but without saying a word, Yu Qi suddenly hugged him tightly.

"Don't comfort me." He said, "This is my fate. I was born in such a family, and there is a half chance of encountering this situation. Listen to me and think that our brothers are displaced, but in fact it is just like that. , We are used to suffering. We didn’t have a good life before we met my mother, and we don’t know how to live a good life. We think that as long as we are together, we will have a good life... Actually, I haven’t suffered much. , at least I don’t think it’s suffering.”

……

Yu Qi had a dream. He dreamed that the two gamblers searched the house and couldn't find anything of value, so he sold their brothers' Baiming lock. Later, someone suggested that they sell their bodies. For a certain organ, they are afraid of pain and think that children are better sold.

He dreamed of a big villa with flowers and plants growing beside the house. He couldn't name it, but he thought it was beautiful.Someone told him that he would be the young master in the future, and he would be very handsome.He didn't understand what a title could change, so he didn't take it seriously, who knew that he would be called a beast in a blink of an eye, and he was locked in a small black room, listening to the cheers outside for his brother's arrival.

My brother can eat delicious food, wear nice clothes, and sleep in a comfortable bed. He has nothing, leftovers, linen clothes, hard bed boards, and countless jobs.

Is it bitter?

It's okay, my brother is doing well, so he doesn't feel bitter.

My brother secretly brought him something delicious, but he said it was too sweet and not tasty.The elder brother tucked his clothes, and he said that the threads of this kind of clothes would come apart when he was pulled, so it was not easy to wear.My brother took him to sleep in the bedroom. He said the cushion was too soft and he felt dizzy.The elder brother robbed him of his job. He said that the elder brother had been doing it when he was at home, so it should be his younger brother's activities.

Is it bitter?

Not bitter.

Not bitter.