Accidentally landed

Zhou Jing had a dream.

In the dream, the sticky black was like a swamp that swallowed people, and he was deeply trapped in it.

The feeling of being wrapped was suffocating, and he couldn't escape from it no matter how hard he struggled, so he let himself sink in it.

The naked body was entangled and rolled in this black swamp, the strong contrast between black and white was extremely dazzling, Zhou Jing couldn't move, and could only watch this disgusting scene played out over and over again.

"A-Jing...A-Jing."

Someone was calling his name, tenderly and sadly.

Zhou Jing had this dream so many times that he could clearly know what would happen next.

As long as he turns his head, he will see the scene of his mother falling from a tall building, and then this dream will be stained red with blood.

The boring, repeating nightmare is like his life, no matter which entrance he goes forward from, he will eventually return to the same place.

Looking indifferently at the naked body writhing in front of him, Zhou Jing turned his head.

The mother's face had long been blurred. Zhou Jing watched the woman in white fall from the upstairs, like a kite with a broken string, and finally hit the ground with a "bang".

The scene changed in an instant, Zhou Jing squatted in a pool of blood on the ground, warm liquid dripped from his fingers, in his dream he only had a small and thin body, raised his hand, on the small palm, Thick blood was blindingly red.

This dream should end here.

Zhou Jing thought.

Suddenly, amidst the stench of blood, he smelled a vaguely sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The long-lost memory was restarted for some reason, and the blood color gradually faded from his side. He stood next to the mahogany chest of drawers in his previous home. His mother opened the door of the window and took out a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

"Jing, mom is going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, you should eat a piece of sugar cake first to cushion your stomach."

…Little Zhou Jing sat on the stool with a candy cake, looked at the closed door, and counted in her heart.

One, two, three... When the door was pushed open, he licked the last bit of sugar stain off his fingers, jumped off the stool and ran to the door.

Bright light flooded into the room along with the opened door and shone on him. Standing at the door was not the mother who had returned from shopping, but a handsome young man in a white shirt.

The young man with a pair of peach blossom eyes squatted down on one knee, spread out his slender white fingers, and placed a delicate and cute little rabbit in his palm, and the faint scent of osmanthus wafted to the tip of his pen.

The young man said to him: "Jing, look, how cute this little rabbit is."

……… Zhou Jing bounced up from the bed, panting heavily, reached for the water glass on the bedside table.

Suddenly pouring down a large mouthful of cold water, the turbulent emotions in my heart eased a little.

He actually dreamed of him, and in this dream, he appeared in this form.

Closing his eyes, Zhou Jing's fingers trembled slightly, he couldn't believe it.

The reluctance to let go of the sudden end of the dream still lingered in his heart, and Zhou Jing even felt that he could still smell that sweet and seductive fragrance.

The quilt was kicked aside, Zhou Jing got out of the bed barefoot, looked at her dark room, and wandered over the furnishings in the room.

The floor, the door, and the line of sight moved little by little, and the figure of that person who was kneeling or lying on the ground inevitably appeared in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

In November, Qicheng officially entered the early winter.

There was no heating, and the house was always terribly cold. Zhou Jing stepped on the floor with bare feet, feeling the chill rising from the soles of his feet one after another.

This was the second month that Ye Suyu came to his house as a tutor, and it was also the second month that they maintained this deformed secret relationship.

Zhou Jing felt that everything was developing in a direction beyond his control.

Putting on slippers, Zhou Jing walked out with a water glass, the living room was empty.

On Saturday night, Zhou Yang was still in school for the improvement class. After he came back from school in the morning, he fell asleep and woke up until it was dark.

Zhou Jing took a glass of water and drank it, washed his face with cold water, took out the frozen wontons from the refrigerator, and planned to eat something to fill his stomach.

Tomorrow... that person will come.

Looking at the tumbling water, Zhou Jing inexplicably came up with such an idea.

The wontons floated up and down in the water, Zhou Jing put the wontons into the bowl with a spoon, and sat at the dining table alone to eat dinner in silence.

When Zhou Yang was not around, he always solved his food and clothing casually like this.

The passage of time is always particularly obvious at this time, and the elongated, empty life is dull and boring. Zhou Jing thought that he had already gotten used to it, but at this moment he feels more and more because of this dullness. More and more obvious irritability.

The spoon collided with the porcelain bowl, making a clattering sound.

The mobile phone in his hand lit up, Zhou Jing turned his head away, and the action of unlocking brought some urgency that he didn't realize.

It's Jiyuan.

Zhou Jing clicked on the chat box, and Ji Yuan sent a message asking him if he would go out for a drink.

Zhou Jing couldn't remember how long he hadn't had a drink outside, so he lowered his eyes and casually replied no.

There is not much news on this wechat on weekdays, and the chat box of that person has not been swiped to the second page. When Zhou Jing clicks in, their chat is still stuck in the last month.

—— Very well-behaved, Ye Suyu never took the initiative to chat with him in private.

They only meet once a week on Sunday, and sometimes they only have a brief conversation, and sometimes they may vent their desires quietly.

Looking at the chat box, Zhou Jing couldn't help but think of the last time, when Zhou Yang called him outside the door, Ye Suyu was kneeling between his legs at that time, and they enjoyed the physical and psychological happiness without saying a word. climax.

After knowing each other for so long, they still seem like strangers with a tacit understanding.

After washing the dishes, Zhou Jing went back to the room and started to study.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhou Yang went home, and the room was filled with life again.

Zhou Jing finished a set of questions and went to the living room. In the bathroom, Zhou Yang was humming a song and taking a bath. His schoolbag was casually thrown on the floor, and there was a small Iron Man pendant on it—it was given to him by Ye Suyu to celebrate mid-term. A gift for entering the top ten in the grade.

Zhou Jing looked at this pendant, and it was not difficult to guess what Ye Suyu's idea was - he wanted to subtly integrate into his life, so that he could think of him at a certain moment inadvertently.

Just as a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth because of Ye Suyu's careful thought, Zhou Jing was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that she had indeed thought of him inadvertently as Ye Suyu wished.

In his dreams, when he was cooking wontons, and when his eyes drifted past Zhou Yang's schoolbag, he thought of him again and again.

The mood that had calmed down because of studying just now began to become restless again, Zhou Jing slammed the door and went back to the room, and the screen of the mobile phone on the table lit up again.

With dim eyes, Zhou Jing walked to the table and looked at the phone.

——It’s still Jiyuan.

This guy is so fucking idle.

Zhou Jing picked up the phone, and said impatiently and gloomyly, "What's the matter."

The ambient sound on Ji Yuan's side was very noisy, but Ji Yuan's voice was louder than the ambient sound, coming out of the external microphone, it hurt people's eardrums.

"Zhou Jing! Zhou Jing! Guess who I saw in uk!"... Typical Ji Yuan-style questioning and chatting, Zhou Jing didn't even bother to talk to Ji Yuan, silently waiting for Ji Yuan to reveal his answer.

Sure enough, after only two seconds, Ji Yuan couldn't hold back his excitement, and shared with Zhou Jing: "I met Xiao Yang's tutor! It's the one you asked me last time! Damn, this teacher really Awesome, there are beautiful sisters on the left and right!!!" "Would you like to come over for a drink, let's toast the teacher for a few drinks! This is so rare, I can still meet the teacher in the nightclub, hahahaha..." ... Zhou Jing heard Ji Yuan's words, and felt that something was burrowing out of her heart, and she couldn't tell if it was bored or unhappy.

He gritted his molars, and the man's smile flashed in his mind, and his reason told him that he should refuse.

refuse?Zhou Jing's eyes drifted past somewhere on the desk, and his heart trembled.

"Two ten minutes."

What runs faster than reason is what he said.

A few minutes later, putting on a black jacket, Zhou Jing opened the door and went out.

"Brother, you have to go out so late!" Zhou Yang asked in surprise, wiping his hair.

"Ji Yuan has something to do with me."

Zhou Jing simply explained, and then slammed the door of the house.

The nights in Qicheng are always bustling and busy. On the night of the rest day, young men and women gather and disperse at the entrances of various bars.

Zhou Jing rode a shared bicycle to the UK. It didn't look like a drinker at all, but more like a food delivery.

Ji Yuan stood at the gate of the UK to pick up Zhou Jing. Seeing Zhou Jing getting off the shared bicycle, his teeth ached.

"I said that our handsome Zhou Da is a former heartthrob anyway, can you pay attention to his image, who rides a shared bicycle to drink?" Ji Yuan sighed beside him.

Zhou Jing was wearing clothes that didn't cost more than 200 yuan, and he stepped out of the aura of the runway. He and Ji Yuan walked into the UK together. Along the way, many girls turned their heads to look at Zhou Jing, but no one paid attention. To Ji Yuan, who was wearing a well-matched shirt next to him.

Ji Yuan rolled his eyes in his heart, regretting his persuasion just now.

——This brother, not to mention riding a shared bicycle to drink, even if he drives three times to drink, there are probably younger sisters who are willing to go for a ride with him.

Walking to the deck, Ji Yuan's friends extended a warm welcome to the new handsome guy. Zhou Jing hadn't been to such an occasion for a long time, and nodded to everyone strangely, without saying a word.

Cold as a rock just out of the freezer.

"Hey, at least say something..." Ji Yuan turned his head and whispered to Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing glanced across the place with ambiguous lights, but didn't see the figure of that person, so he asked, "Where's Ye Suyu?" "Who?" Ji Yuan was stunned by Zhou Jing's question, and a second later It was only then that Zhou Jing realized what Zhou Jing meant.

"Oh, you mean your brother's teacher, the big card in front of the dance floor, sitting in seat C, you can see it when you go there."

...Zhou Jing copied a glass of wine from the table.

He also couldn't explain why he came here. He knew that his behavior might make someone happy, so proud that his tail was up to the sky, but he still came.

Dodging all kinds of people with a wine glass in hand, the sprayed ribbons fluttered down from her side, Zhou Jing walked to the row of booths near the dance floor, and finally saw the figure of that person.

Surrounded in the center of the crowd, the boy wearing a color-blocking suit jacket raised his head, and the stud on his left ear reflected sparkling light under the blurred and ambiguous light.

Those peach blossom eyes drooped lazily and loosely, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was just as careless.

It seemed to be playing a persuading game. The girl next to him wanted to drink, but after pushing him, he raised his hand, said something, and poured a glass down his throat.

Holding the wine glass, Zhou Jing walked over step by step, thinking unconsciously while walking.

I really want to buy a chain and tie him to the foot of my bed.

Let's see if he can still smile so happily when the time comes.

The author has something to say: Ye Suyu: Hee hee hee hee