Too much

Why dare not?

Shen Zeming pulled out a smile, the ring on Qi Jingchen's hand rubbed against his wrist, it felt cold and hard to the touch, like a sharp knife naturally, hurting people without seeing any wounds.

He stared at the slightly blue blood vessels under the man's skin. For a while, he saw Zhou Huixin's hand on Qi Jingchen's shoulder, and for a while, he saw the expression in Qi Jingchen's eyes so soft that water could be pinched when he mentioned Zhou Huixin.

enough.

The thorn pierced deeper and deeper, almost piercing through the whole heart. Shen Zeming's thoughts that had been suppressed for ten years grew wildly at this moment, burning away all his reason like a prairie fire.

As if taking revenge, he opened his mouth and grabbed Qi Jingchen's neck fiercely, thinking almost masochistically, Qi Jingchen can hate him and ignore him, but he can't have others in his eyes.

Qi Jingchen can only stay by his side forever and ever, and die alone.Or, grow old together with Shen Zeming.

The mouth was filled with the unique rusty smell of blood, and when Shen Zeming let go, there was already a deep tooth mark on the side of Qi Jingchen's neck, and the dark blood dripped down his neck, wetting the collar of the man's white shirt.

Shen Zeming looked at the mottled blood, and felt an indescribable pleasure in his heart. He licked his lips and said expressionlessly, "Sorry, my teeth are itchy."

Immediately, he grinned and blinked at Qi Jingchen, "By the way, your wife won't be angry when she sees it, right?"

Qi Jingchen didn't make a sound, he stood there quietly, looking at Shen Zeming calmly, his gaze behind the lens was like the viscous secretions of snakes, enveloping Shen Zeming from top to bottom.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, smiled with his lips hooked as if in a good mood, raised his hand to put on Shen Zeming's lower back, and with a little force, Shen Zeming fell into Qi Jingchen's arms, "Shen Liu, it's been ten years, why haven't you improved at all? "

Shen Zeming was stunned, but Qi Jingchen quickly pushed him away and touched the wound on the side of his neck. The disgust hidden in his eyes was completely exposed, and he sneered: "Of course my lover won't be angry, after all—" After a second pause, Qi Jingchen suddenly She smiled softly, "It just happened to be bitten by a crazy wild dog, she only loves me."

The first rain in midsummer finally fell at this moment.The rain mixed with blood slid across Qi Jingchen's collarbone, and was hidden between his neat shirts, showing a bit of a panic.

The tip of Shen Zeming's tongue was bitter, his eyes locked onto the silver ring of Qi Jingchen's ring finger, he clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were red.

And Qi Jingchen was standing one meter away, with an indifferent look on his face, and refused to give him even the slightest look.

At this time, the driver and Shen Zeming's online car-hailing car arrived at the same time.

Across the rapidly falling rain curtain, Qi Jingchen raised his eyelids, pressed the bleeding wound, and glanced at him leisurely, his low and soft voice was knocked away by the rustling rain.

But Shen Zeming still heard it, and Qi Jingchen said, "See you later, Mr. Shen."

Shen Zeming bit his lower lip tightly, and stood in the rain watching Qi Jingchen drive away in a daze, before he wrapped his drenched coat tightly and got into the car.

The driver was a bald, middle-aged man with a swollen face.Seeing that Shen Zeming's writing was weak, his body was drenched, and his hair was still dripping, he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, and muttered: "My seat is made of real leather, so it can't be touched by water. If it breaks, you will pay me for it?"

After a long while without a response, the man frowned and turned his head, couldn't help cursing: "You are deaf, can't you hear me?"

Shen Zeming didn't listen to him at all, his face was as deep as water, and his eyes were staring at the ring finger of his left hand. After a while, he took out a utility knife from his coat pocket, with a dazed expression, pointing at the base of the ring finger without any haste. Draw a line slowly.

The man's face trembled, he couldn't help but shut up, and turned around trembling to start the car.

As the car drove into the viaduct, he heard Shen Zeming laugh lightly, and the man gasped, his hairs standing on end.He quietly glanced at the rearview mirror, and Shen Zeming closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped on the accelerator to fly.Therefore, it took only half an hour for the man to send Shen Zeming to the car in an hour's drive.

As soon as Shen Zeming got out of the car, he saw the driver turn the car around quickly and leave. He frowned and walked home with his head down.

The summer rain came and went quickly. When Shen Zeming walked into the door of the unit, the sound of the rain just stopped. Aunt Wang on the third floor immediately opened the window and shook off the wet clothes to dry.

Seeing Shen Zeming, who was dripping wet, she slammed the window, and the not-so-clear scolding sound came from the wall intermittently.

Shen Zeming paused, turned back and went downstairs, opened the switch box on the floor, and snapped off the switch of [-].

Accompanied by the momentarily extinguished lights, Shen Zeming heard the woman's exclamation and cursing belatedly, he shrugged expressionlessly, took out the key and turned the door of [-].

Immediately afterwards, the woman opened the door of No. 3, and the sound of plastic slippers kicking resounded throughout the corridor. Three minutes later, the opposite door was slammed shut.

Shen Zeming leaned his back against the door panel, exhaled lightly, and fumbled to turn on the switch. The old incandescent lamp trembled twice, illuminating the narrow living room with pale light.

The wall next to the window was leaking again, and there was a bulge on the mottled wall. Shen Zeming glanced at it nonchalantly, walked over and tightened the curtains, and took off the clothes stuck to his body as he walked.

When passing by the open sink in the bathroom, he stopped and looked up and down at the naked/exposed body in the mirror.

Thin, white, and flat, except for the flat chest, it seems to be no different from a woman.

If Qi Jingchen likes it, he can't do it.If Qi Jingchen must, he can too.

Inexplicably, Shen Zeming thought of Zhou Huixin's lines wrapped under the black dress, maybe Qi Jingchen was sleeping with her at this moment.

The emotions that had barely calmed down turned into waves again, he took a deep breath, moved away his eyes glued to the mirror, filled the bathtub with water and lay down.

The warm water temporarily relieved Shen Zeming's exhaustion from running around all day. He closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually sank, and then he dreamed of 17-year-old Qi Jingchen.

In Shen Zeming's year, the old couple at the opposite door sold their house and moved away because of their daughter's job transfer.So on a hot afternoon, Qi Jingchen and his mother Sheng Juan moved in.

Sheng Juan is a gentle and sophisticated woman. On the first day she moved in, she took Qi Jingchen with a bag of oranges in her left hand and milk in her right, and knocked on the door of Shen Zeming's house.

It was Friday, and Shen Zeming got out of school earlier than usual. When he entered, Sheng Juan and Song Lan had already had a good conversation.

Seeing Shen Zeming coming in, Song Lan waved to him, and said with a smile, "Come on, this is your Aunt Sheng, the new neighbor who just moved across the door."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to Shen Zeming and said to Song Lan, "This is the son that Lao Shen and I adopted. His name is Shen Zeming, and he is about the same age as Jingchen."

Song Lan never shy away from mentioning Shen Zeming's life experience in front of outsiders, and never cared whether Shen Zeming would feel embarrassed.

Shen Zeming lowered his head, pressed his hands to the seams of his trousers, and whispered, "Hi, Aunt Sheng."

"Hey kid."

After Shen Zeming finished speaking, Song Lan frowned, with a motherly look on her face, and smiled apologetically at Sheng Juan, "He is afraid of strangers, and it's not like this when it's just me, Lao Shen, and Lin'er at home on weekdays."

Sheng Juan smiled understandingly, and Song Lan lifted her chin to Qi Jingchen who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, and introduced, "Jingchen, this is Shen Zeming, and you will be classmates from now on."

At this point, Shen Zeming dared to look up.

The 17-year-old Qi Jingchen has handsome and profound features, but there is a little youthful innocence in his eyes.He was wearing a simple white T and jeans, sitting upright on the other side of the sofa, meeting Shen Zeming's gaze, Qi Jingchen bent his lower lip.

Then Shen Zeming heard Qi Jingchen's nice and polite voice, "Hello, I'm Qi Jingchen."

Perhaps it was to cooperate with Sheng Juan's idea of ​​letting her son get acquainted with classmates as soon as possible, or Song Lan wanted to show the character of a loving adoptive mother in front of her new neighbors. For the first time, she allowed Shen Zeming to bring someone into his room to play.

Shen Zeming opened his eyes slightly, and hastily led Qi Jingchen into his room.

It's just that his room is very small, except for a single bed, a single-door wardrobe, and a small desk by the window, there is nothing else.

Shen Zeming has none of the comic books and game consoles that boys at this age are interested in.

He leaned against the door panel awkwardly, looked at Qi Jingchen with apologetic eyes, "I'm sorry, I, I have a poster book... Do you want to read it?"

Fortunately, Qi Jingchen was very understanding, his gaze stayed on Shen Zeming's face for three seconds, then he looked away, smiled at Shen Zeming, and said softly, "I want to see it."

Shen Zeming then dug out his long-preserved sticker book from the small drawer of the single-door wardrobe, rubbed it on his trouser legs cherishingly, and handed it to Qi Jingchen with both hands.

It is said to be a sticker book, but it is actually the animation character stickers that Shen Zeming picked out from the notebooks that his classmates threw into the trash can.

When he saw it by himself, he didn't think there was anything, but in Qi Jingchen's hands, it looked extremely shabby.When Shen Zeming realized this, he felt embarrassed for a while, he bit his lips tightly, and suddenly he didn't dare to look into Qi Jingchen's eyes anymore.

Song Lan just said that Qi Jingchen will be his classmate in the future, and he can't look up and look down, but he is so poor that he can't even offer a decent greeting gift.

Shen Zeming sat on the edge of the bed, hanging his head dejectedly.

Unexpectedly, Qi Jingchen also sat down with him, leaned over and asked, "Who is this black-faced cat?"

Shen Zeming was stunned, staring at Qi Jingchen's face speechless.

Qi Jingchen blinked at him, and said with a smile, "Don't you know?"

"I know!" Shen Zeming came back to his senses, scratched his head in embarrassment, and whispered, "It's called Sheriff Black Cat, and it's very powerful."

The weather was very hot, and the old small fan on Shen Zeming's desk was spinning wobbly, and the creaking sound almost overwhelmed the annoying cicadas outside the window.

Throughout the afternoon, Qi Jingchen seemed to be very interested in the tattered sticker book in Shen Zeming's hand, and dragged Shen Zeming to talk to him for a long time, and he didn't put down the sticker book until Song Lan called for dinner.

So logically, Shen Zeming reluctantly parted ways, and gave the sticker book to Qi Jingchen as a gift for the first meeting.

Qi Jingchen didn't refuse, and readily accepted.

But the next day, Shen Zeming found his sticker book in the trash can downstairs, mixed with leftovers that smelled sour.

The phone vibrated, and Shen Zeming's eyelids trembled. He slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the painted bathroom ceiling of his house, not the dark blue trash can downstairs that morning.

He is 28 years old, and he will no longer shed tears for a dilapidated and abandoned poster book, but Shen Zeming will.

So he picked up the poster book from the trash, wiped it carefully, and took it to question Qi Jingchen, but Qi Jingchen raised the corners of his lips innocently and told him: "Didn't you give it to me? How to deal with it is my freedom." .”

Qi Jingchen has always been bad.

The phone vibrated again, Shen Zeming put away those messy emotions, took it over and saw that it was Cai Wei's call.