howling breath

Not for the same reasons as in the first place.

I didn't want him to see my unbearable face because I was afraid.

Now, it is because of reluctance.

Tang Yushu is like a pure lake.Whenever someone dared to pollute him, Lin Lang felt that he would fight to the death.

So I don't want to be the one who let him appreciate "what is ugly".

After the boy put down the two bowls of smoothies, he happily asked Lin Lang: "Chen Ni just sent me a message saying that he won a battle with you - what do you mean?"

Lin Lang hesitated for a moment, but still only said: "It's nothing..."

Across the table, Tang Yushu stretched out his hand to Lin Lang's side from below, and grabbed Lin Lang's hand—because he just brought the ice bowl, Lin Lang felt his fingers were cool, but he only covered him In a few seconds, it became a warm touch again.

But even after the temperature returned, Tang Yushu still refused to let go of his hand.

His hand followed the fingers of Lin Lang's left hand and touched his wrist.

There were several scars protruding horizontally.

Lin Lang still remembers that when he was having sex with Tang Yushu, for a moment, he inadvertently saw the scars of stitches on Lin Lang's wrist after the wound healed.

That time he didn't ask the reason, but repeatedly kissed that ugly scar and shed tears silently.

Lin Lang stubbornly closed his eyes and turned his head, pretending not to have seen him cry.

But Tang Yushu hugged Lin Lang tightly, making Lin Lang even hurt; he wiped tears on Lin Lang's chest, and repeated in dialect like a lost soul: Why didn't you find me sooner? Ah, why not sooner...

It was as if they were together once, but Lin Lang lost him carelessly.

Thinking back to this clip, Lin Lang's nose felt a little sour.

If possible, I also want to meet you sooner.

Lin Lang finally got rid of his boyfriend's clingy entanglement, took out his hand and touched his canvas schoolbag, took out a notebook, tore a page out of it, and folded the paper by himself.

Tang Yushu tapped the table with his fingers, as if alerting a child who was distracted in class: "You should be cold if you don't eat...it should melt!"

Amused by his little "slip of the tongue", Lin Lang temporarily put the paper aside, picked up a spoon, dug out a small piece of smoothie, and sipped it in his mouth: "I suddenly remembered a very small and boring allusion—you Want to hear it?"

"Listen!"

He never turned down any request he said.

"There was a man who was uneducated and stupid. He was still young, and he married a girl he loved very much but had depression—he thought he could heal her, relying on gentleness, respect, Relying on love. Later they had a child, and the fortune teller said that the child was the reincarnation of the God of Wealth, who could bring blessings to their small family—as expected, when the child was three years old, that man met the noble person in his destiny. Noble person Said: I can lead you to make a lot of money! The man believed the words of the nobleman. He registered a company and opened a factory, used his savings to buy raw materials, received a large number of orders, and made a lot of money—some of them took his own girls to make money. For the treatment, save part of it and use it to raise children.”

"They're so nice."

"Yeah, they were really kind at that time. But half a year later, the noble man who 'doesn't rush to become a legal person', 'doesn't clamor for dividends', and 'nature is lukewarm', suddenly took over tens of millions of dollars aggressively. At that time, the factory had limited channels for purchasing raw materials and could not cope with such a large order. So the man did not want to disappoint the nobleman, so he ran around desperately to purchase. One day he was drunk and came home, only to find that there was nothing but his lover on the sofa And kids, and a bunch of cops."

"Police? Who are you going to arrest?"

"Catch that man—the huge advance payment received by his factory was transferred overnight. The money passed through overseas accounts, and after being transferred several times, it was laundered until there was no trace. The trace can be found, and that nobleman."

"What about...that man?"

"Although it cannot be proved that this man transferred the funds illegally, the 'malicious debt' of millions of yuan does require this legal person to bear the responsibility. In the end, he served seven years in prison. During this period, his beloved girl committed suicide."

"Ah... what about his child?"

"I survived with great effort." After Lin Lang finished speaking, he swallowed a mouthful of ice forcefully, "Finally he sat in front of you."

Tang Yushu was stunned.

In the past, Lin Lang always liked to tease himself with some "allusions".But this "allusion" is extraordinarily complicated.

Tang Yushu knew that his "writer" boyfriend must have made some "metaphor" in it: at first Tang Yushu thought that "the depressed girl who was cherished tenderly" was "Lin Lang himself", but later Tang Yushu thought that "The man who believed in others and ended up with nothing" is "Lin Lang himself"...

But no one expected that the "child" was Lin Lang himself.

Tang Yushu was stunned for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "That nobleman..."

Before he could ask the question smoothly, Lin Lang's cell phone rang.

The boy looked at the phone for a long time, but didn't answer it, but finally raised his eyes and looked at himself: "Do you want to listen?"

"Listen!"

He never turned down any request he said.

"Even if you will find out how scary I am?"

After getting Tang Yushu's nod, Lin Lang answered the phone.

"Don't worry about it, editor Hua."

After the word "you fucking", there was a large paragraph of meaningless emotional words, and Tang Yushu vaguely heard the general context of this verbal abuse due to the sound leakage of the mobile phone - "do The bureau is messing with me?! Take all precautions, I never thought to guard against such an inconspicuous maggot like you!"

But during the whole process, Lin Lang just listened to the humiliation on the other end of the phone calmly and expressionlessly—as if he had long been used to facing such unbearable spittle.

After the other party had finished speaking, Lin Lang responded unhurriedly: "Don't make yourself so candid, you just think of yourself as a clever ghost, and you can see through it at a glance. That's right, public opinion wars It's just a slap in the face, "Using gun manuscripts to publish books for Internet celebrities" is the knife you use to cocoon yourself and kill yourself—the reason why those gun manuscripts can't be checked for duplication on the Internet is because those words are paper. Regarding the manuscripts from the "New Shadow" period, once the writers have published the manuscripts, they will not publish them elsewhere—may I ask why you stole our "New Shadow" manuscripts besides stealing my "Fengyue Inn"? "

"I stole the manuscript?! You gave me the manuscript! I haven't touched the USB drive since I copied it. It must have your fingerprints!"

But Lin Lang became "doubted": "U disk? Excuse me, what kind of U disk is it? No, I didn't give you a U disk. You don't have evidence that the manuscript was provided by Lin Lang. There will be no evidence, and you No need to go to such lengths to fabricate evidence—and besides, I'd like to thank you for the 'Hot Americano'!"

The other party seemed to remember some details, and yelled at Lin Lang again: "Don't act for me here! I don't have the heart to play recording with you! I'm here to scold you bastard!"

"That's right—what am I going to do to prevent you? After all, you have already confessed your evil deeds just now. If this recording becomes evidence, the witness must listen clearly: this old pervert once tried to rape me."

"I was blind!"

When Lin Lang finished speaking just now, he glanced at Tang Yushu.

As if rejoicing that he didn't find "disgust" in Tang Yushu's eyes, he took a breath and said to the person on the other end of the phone: "This incident didn't bring down Wen Wen, but Wen Wen, who couldn't keep himself safe at this time, probably couldn't. Guaranteed you? As the legal person of 'Wenwen Xinshang', the liquidated damages on your back totaled 600 million? I don't think it's enough. I still find it funny-in that interview, you were at the mercy of 'playing hard to get' throughout the interview but you are mistaken - what I'm trying to capture is never money, but you, an old thief. You should be lucky - because of my overflowing sympathy, I couldn't use my full strength, otherwise the drama tension Doubling it again!"

Lin Lang listened to the insults on the phone, but it was Tang Yushu who was watching.

His eyes were particularly sad, but the words in his mouth were firm and powerful: "Liu Cheng, when you tried to invade me, did you never think that I, a desperado, would use some way to expose your ugliness one day? No. Seeing you incontinent and peeing your pants in front of me with my own eyes is actually not enough to relieve my hatred. Since you feel sorry for my rebirth, then you have to feel sorry for yourself—after all, you were the most merciless fire when I was burned."

After saying this, Lin Lang didn't want to pester him any more.He hung up the phone.

Fortunately, sitting in the corner of the dessert shop, Tang Yushu was the only one who witnessed his tearful face.

At this point, Tang Yushu learned that in that "allusion", even the "noble person" was Lin Lang himself.

But Tang Yushu didn't think that Lin Lang was called "scary".

He wanted to say it, but he couldn't say anything after looking at Lin Lang for a long time.

Lin Lang's expression changed clearly and worried.He was clearly trying to hold back the unstoppable tears, trying to squint, trying to squeeze a smile.But in the end he failed.

Finally he turned his head to the inside of the wall, trying not to reveal any more of his gaffe.

Tang Yushu got up and went around to the side where he was, and hugged him tightly with a strength that would almost strangle him.

In the end, only three words popped out of his mouth clumsily: "You are not bad."

Lin Lang suffered from Tang Yushu's strength in holding him, finally smiled, and tried to break free: "But Tang Yushu, would you do such a thing?"

At this juncture, Tang Yushu became an "unintentional lover", completely ignoring Lin Lang's pain, but became even tighter, as if punishing him: "I may never. I won't, I didn't Your brain, and I haven't seen any of these horrible things - but you did nothing wrong. You just punched back the bad guy who gave you a dirty hand. You just used the world to deceive you It’s just returning all the means to the bad guys. Don’t be harsh on yourself! The only thing that makes me unhappy is: you fought back alone and didn’t want to call me!”

Lin Lang didn't struggle anymore, like a bad guy pleading guilty, he stayed quietly in Tang Yushu's arms for a while.But after a while, he hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Aren't you really a bad person?"

"No. No!" He felt that the boy he was holding in his arms was thin and illusory, as if he would turn into a wisp of green smoke and fly away if he didn't hold him tighter.But he also felt that the boy was hard and hot, as if holding him tightly, he could draw strength from the temperature that radiated from him.

Then he said: "Lin Lang, I never told you—do you know why I like you?"

After asking himself, he replied: "Maybe it was just an inexplicable feeling at first. But after I got to know you, I felt that you... are very good, very hard, and very soft, and will not go bad. I believe that no matter what happens to you in the future Bad things, you still won't turn bad."

Finally he said, "I can't say, but...you have an energy that's like a light to me. I feel like I'm a better person when I'm around you."

Tang Yushu's sincere words caused Lin Lang to cry.

He seemed to be enduring the pain habitually, and even when crying, he suppressed his throat so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

But after holding him for a long time, Tang Yushu felt that he was not crying, not surrendering because of suffering, not grieving because of self-loathing and self-hate, and not being choked by ordinary people's embarrassing force And wail.

He is breathing to live.Breathe very hard, desperately.

Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the book that Lin Lang casually put on the table. The cover of the book was ordinary white—the cheapest kind of soft-sided copy at the school gate—but Lin Lang carefully copied a section of the book on it. "Flowers of Evil" by Dreyer -

That sublime evil you profess to master,

never made you recoil in fear,

I know all that lies beneath your perfect mask,

What makes you who you are.