Slag

"What did you say?" Han Qiushi clasped the back of Lin Jian's head again with his big hand, forcing Lin Jian to look directly at him, "Say it again."

Seeing that Lin couldn't struggle, in order to hide the imposing and embarrassing tears, he closed his eyes tightly, probably only by not looking at him can he hold on to his heart: "You go."

The next second—

Lin Jian opened his eyes trembling, but his eyes were dark.Han Qiushi covered his head with a towel, blocking most of the light.

He wears the hijab that Han Qiushi personally wears, but he will never be his "bride".

Lin Jian lowered his eyelids, and could see the light from below.

Not only You Guang, but also Han Qiushi's slender fingers took off his soaked shirt.

At first the movement was gentle, but then the button of the shirt fell somewhere, making a slight sound.

And pants.

"Uh..." Lin Jian was pushed against the bathroom wall by Han Qiushi. He leaned against the cold wall, and the person in front of him was holding his shirt just now, but now the shirt was gone, and his hand was reaching out to something he couldn't see. place.

Han Qiushi whispered in his ear: "You went out to drink with other men, and you still hung up on my phone. The explanation is not clear, at best, it's just sophistry."

Lin Jian raised his head and tried to suppress the pained voice. He hung his hands weakly on Han Qiushi's shoulders: "I didn't..."

"There is a woman, I heard." Han Qiushi was talking to him, but his eyes often looked down somewhere, and sometimes he raised his eyelids to look at Lin Jian's face.

Lin Jian's heart was on fire: "I heard that, just...don't treat me like this..." He was so out of breath that he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

"But how do I know who you will go with after the show?" Han Qiushi said.

Lin Jian rolled his eyes powerlessly: "I... can't have anything to do with others at all, you... ah... don't touch, what the hell are you mad at?!"

Lin Jian almost yelled the second half of the sentence, Han Qiushi paused, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear, "Because I don't know if you'll still be clean when you come back."

Lin Jian trembled all over, his eyes were a little dull, there were no tears in his eyes, but it was suddenly difficult to focus.

"what?"

The sentence just now was clearly in the place closest to him, but he still couldn't hear it clearly.But there are constant memories and repetitions in his mind, and his brain can clearly repeat the sentence, along with the tone of voice.

But the voice sounded more and more like it was coming from the sky, making him lose the strength to respond for a while.

What happened later is probably nothing to Lin Jian now.

He can be manipulated in various ways like every time before.

But after it was over, when they were face to face, when they saw Han Qiushi's face clearly, his inexplicable grievances occupied the peak of his emotions, and his sudden sobbing broke the silence and chaos in the bedroom.

Han Qiushi seemed to be reminded of something by the crying. He looked at Lin Jian covering his eyes with his hands, but there were water stains on his face.

"why are you crying?"

He and Lin Jian have known each other since they were young, and since they were young, this person has always looked aloof and noble, and it is rare to see him shed tears.

This time it was because of me?

Lin Jian didn't speak, but took a long time to calm himself down.

He has always been very tolerant, but for some reason he was suddenly controlled by his emotions.

Han Qiushi seemed to realize something, and leaned over to touch Lin Jian's forehead——

Lin Jian heard him curse in a low voice, and then said nervously: "You have a fever."

"Leave me alone." Lin Jian lay down, grabbing the quilt and covering it in a daze, and pushed Han Qiushi limply with his weak hands.

The latter grabbed his wrist: "I...have never had a fever, what should I do?"

Lin Jian pulled out his hand, turned his back to him, and said in a muffled voice, "Leave me alone."

"Is there any antipyretics?" Han Qiushi didn't dare to touch him, so he could only look at his back and ask.

Lin Jian still said: "Leave me alone."

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Lin Jian went into the bathroom when he heard Han Qiu, took a quick shower, put on his clothes, and left.

The moment he heard the sound of closing the door, he turned over, lay flat and looked at the ceiling, grabbed the quilt with both hands and lifted it up, covering half of his face.

Only a pair of crying red eyes remained in a daze.

He told Han Qiu to leave, and he really left after sleeping with him.

He told Han Qiushi to leave him alone, but once he wore his clothes, he really didn't care.

Then he was pissed off.

When I get angry, I just ask in my heart: How can there be such a person! ?

I can't even curse out, and I can't bear to curse in my heart.

Thinking about it this way, the problem still lies with himself, he can get whatever he wants, and he is used to not being loved.

Cheap.

Lin Jian smiled ugly, but luckily the quilt covered his face and no one saw it.

On second thought - even if there is no quilt, no one is watching.

Now he is a little sad, but he still doesn't want to cry, even if no one is watching.

The tears just now were so sudden that he didn't even notice, so he could only subconsciously cover them up.

Lin Jian clenched his back molars, suppressing the sourness for a while.

He struggled to take a shower, stood on the bed and stared at the bed for a few seconds.

He was so dizzy that he couldn't stand up, and felt top-heavy, but he still dragged his exhausted body to change the sheets, and hugged the quilt that was originally intended for Han Qiushi from the next room.

He needs to sleep now and think about nothing else.

When he was in a drowsy sleep, he felt someone shaking him, as if he was still calling him to wake him up.

Lin Jian knew that he had regained consciousness, but he couldn't open his eyes. He said "um" in a nasal voice, and heard the man say, "Go to bed after taking the medicine."

He is still like a toy that can be manipulated at will, opening his mouth cooperatively.After swallowing the capsule, his whole body went limp, and the consciousness that barely supported him also dissipated, and he fell asleep completely.

The next day.

Lin Jian was woken up by the phone, and the ringing kept ringing like a ghost. He picked up the phone by the bed and brought it under the quilt.

The man also got under the covers to answer the phone: "Hello?"

"Not awake yet?" It was Fu Feibai.

Lin Jian said, "Well, it's not very comfortable."

"Tsk, what do you say, your partner last night, oops, I don't know if it's your partner, but the one I borrowed from, he called me." Fu Feibai said.

Lin Jian instantly regained consciousness: "Who? What did he call you?"

"I don't know, I can't remember... Didn't I drink too much? I was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night last night. He called me on your mobile phone. I don't remember what he said. Anyway, I just I remember that it was your partner who called me. What are you doing, you two are having conflicts?" Fu Feibai also just woke up not long ago, and it took him a long time to play with his phone before he remembered it.

He couldn't remember the content of the call at all, but he remembered that it was Lin Jian's call, but the voice was not Lin Jian's.

"No." Lin Jian sat up, "What time did the taxi take?"

Fu Feibai said: "It's early morning, I think...ah no, it's just after twelve o'clock."

"You don't remember what you said?"

"Yeah, I've been drinking my brains, who remembers what he said, I seem to have promised quite well, but I can't fucking remember what I promised."

Seeing that Lin didn't reply for a while, Fu Feibai said to himself: "Could it be that he suddenly fell in love with me? Confess to me? I agreed??"

Lin Jian: "..."

Lin Jian: "Get lost."

Fu Feibai: "Okay, let's talk about what's going on between the two of you. I thought there was a quarrel and let me persuade you."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Jian sat on the bed in a daze for a while, he was still a little uncomfortable, raised his hand to touch his forehead and found that it wasn't hot anymore.

The fever has subsided, but the brain has not come back.

He glanced at the time—

"Fuck." Can't help cursing in a low voice, it's more than one o'clock?

He really got enough sleep this time.

There was no sign of anyone lying on the other side of the bed.

Lin Jian got out of bed resolutely, cleaned himself up after washing, changed his clothes and went out for a walk.

As soon as he walked to the gate of the community, the person walking towards him was holding a lot of things, and he saw that they were all express boxes.

Lin Jian noticed that this person was vaguely familiar, so he took a second look——

"Brother, you...going out to do errands?" Ren Jing was also a little surprised when he saw Lin Jian, but it was not as unexpected as Lin Jian thought.

Lin Jian: "You live here too?"

Ren Jing smiled and said, "Yes, I saw your car when I came back from seeing my sister off yesterday. I thought so too, what a coincidence."

"It's a coincidence, you are...?" Lin Jian pointed to the courier he was hugging a hill.

Ren Jing said "ah": "My sister just sent it here, she always likes to buy things for me, because I didn't tell her the address after I moved to a new house, but she bought it and sent it to me."

After all, I don't know each other very well, and Lin Jian didn't plan to talk too much: "Your sister is really kind to you, then you should go back quickly and be careful on the way. I'll go out and wander around."

Ren Jing responded: "Okay, then I'll go first. Goodbye, brother."

After walking a few steps, Lin Jian began to think, this Ren Jing is quite strange, it was only the first time we met yesterday, and he was already called brother during dinner.In fact, no one knows who is older and who is younger. He is willing to call out, and Lin Jian certainly does not refuse.

What's more, this person gave him the feeling that yesterday he felt that he was a person with a long way to go, but today he suddenly felt... that he was quite warm to him.

There was also someone walking the dog on the side of the road at noon. It was a Samoyed, not shy at all, and the owner was a little girl.

Seeing Lin Jian looked at the dog twice, he took the initiative to say, "It can be touched, it is very good."

Seeing that Lin noticed the owner of the dog, he smiled at the little girl, knelt down and rubbed the dog's head.

"So cute." Lin Jian really likes small animals, but the Shu family doesn't allow them to be raised. After becoming independent, it's hard to take care of himself, so he doesn't dare to raise them anymore.

"It's called Yangyang." The little girl also squatted down.

"...Which Yang?" Lin Jian paused and looked at her.

The little girl smiled and said: "Yang of the sun, he is like a little sun, you see it is super obedient."

The dog is cute, and so is the little master. Lin Jian didn't forget to touch the dog's head again when he left.

The little girl timidly asked: "Brother, can I add you on WeChat?"

Lin Jian looked at her with a relaxed expression, and asked with a slight smile, "Why did you add me on WeChat?"

"Do you like Yangyang?" the little girl asked.

Lin Jian nodded: "I like it. Do you want to give it to me?"

The little girl raised her eyebrows, and hugged the leash tightly: "No! But... If you let me add WeChat, I can often send you pictures of it."

Lin Jian's WeChat didn't add many people, so he agreed casually, and called up the QR code for her to scan.

After passing, Lin Jian said: "Brother doesn't fall in love, study hard."

The little girl's mind was poked, and she immediately argued: "No!"

Lin Jian didn't know why he really added a wechat account of a girl who didn't look like a high school student by accident. If it wasn't because of his nature, his behavior would be worth trying to figure out.

Probably because of "Yang Yang".

When he was a child, his mother also called him "Yangyang", the yang of the sun.The name that has been used for 20 years is still not my mother's favorite.

Shu Deyuan's insistence on going his own way made his real nickname hidden in time and became a secret between him and his mother.

Later, his mother left, and this was his secret.

The Shu family does not allow pets, but they have a "Yangyang".

What is the difference between them?

Lin Jian found a restaurant that he frequented, and as soon as he entered, he heard someone talking in public.

The voice was still familiar, and his eyes scanned for a week, locking on to a location not far away.

——Liao Guangxi.

Lin Jian subconsciously looked for Han Qiushi's figure, but found nothing.

Even fate would not be such a coincidence, just after leaving his house let him meet again.

He didn't intend to say hello to Liao Guangxi and the others, so he found a corner to eat quietly.

In fact, Lin Jian doesn't like to go out, if he can, he is willing to stay at home forever.

The fever has just subsided today, and his health is not very good. Logically, he should lie down and rest, but he can't stay for a moment.

Obviously that talent has not been here for a long time, so he should go back now, even if there is nothing like yesterday.

But as soon as he woke up, he felt a lifeless smell in the house, which was so depressing that he didn't want to stay for a minute longer.

But there are always times when you have to go back.

Lin Jian is not used to being outside. He has lived in this city for 24 years, and he doesn't know where to find fun.

Eat a meal, walk around casually, find a coffee shop to read emails on your phone, and before you know it, it will be night.

When he walked to the door, Lin Jian didn't notice anything. Once he entered the door and saw the red candles burning on the dining table, Lin Jian realized that there was someone at home, and he froze.

This scene looked a little scary-the dark room seemed to be empty, but there were lit candles and a few dishes in lunch boxes on the table.

Han Qiushi also seemed to realize something was wrong, he turned on the light, and met Lin Jian's eyes.

"Where have you been?"

Lin saw that his eyes were avoiding him unnaturally, and his movements were a little stiff. Instead of answering, he took off his coat, walked to the dining table, and touched the lunch box.

"I'll warm it up." He picked it up.

Han Qiushi didn't care about Lin Jian's failure to answer his own question, pointing to the lunch box, he was puzzled: "Why is it hot? Is it a microwave oven? The plastic box will melt away."

Seeing the question, Lin lost all anger: "Pour it out and heat it up, and the vegetables didn't grow in the box."

After the short conversation, Lin Jian went into the kitchen.

No one knew how fast his heart was beating and how unreal it felt.

To what extent can the humble party in the relationship be humble?Lin Jian has seen this problem on the Internet before.

In fact, he doesn't want to admit that this is humble, but he likes it too much, and the other party doesn't care too much.

But he should be able to answer the question now—

No matter how much Han Qiushi did to him, whether he treated him roughly, left him alone, or affected his mood for the whole day... These grievances lie in the words "he's back" Suddenly worthless in front of you.This is a completely unbalanced balance, but his heart is also biased.

As long as Han Qiushi shows his kindness a little, he can rush over desperately.

After many years, Han Qiushi came into his life again, which was a big surprise for him.

This surprise made him dizzy, relying on his liking to do evil in his world.

Emotion is an amazing thing, it can make people willingly suffer big losses.

"Didn't you... go away?" Lin Jian still couldn't hold back during the meal.

Han Qiushi touched his nose: "I'm going to class."

"Oh, will you still live here from now on?" Lin Jian asked again.

Han Qiushi took it for granted: "Otherwise?"

Halfway through eating, Han Qiushi suddenly said, "Actually, Liao Guangxi told me that he saw you at noon, but you had already left when I went."

"Are you looking for me?" Lin Jian was a little surprised.

Han Qiushi opened his mouth, didn't say anything for a long time, and cleared his throat again, as if he had made enough mental preparations——

"sorry."

Lin Jian's hands shook, and the vegetables he picked up dropped together with the chopsticks.

When he looked up at Han Qiu, he was shocked by these three words.

"Why do you have such an expression?" Han Qiushi had never apologized to anyone like this before, and he felt embarrassment written all over him.

Turning off the lights and lighting the candles was not for romance, but to cover up his discomfort when he apologized.

If it wasn't because it looked too much like a horror movie, the candle might still be burning now.

Lin Jian didn't speak, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would forgive him.

"What happened yesterday was because I was in a bad mood." Han Qiushi said, "I just... don't like myself very much..." He couldn't find a suitable word to describe the relationship between him and Lin Jian for a long time.

Pausing for a moment, he said with difficulty: "My...partner? Has something to do with other men."

Lin Jian still didn't speak, but the movement of eating stopped completely.

Han Qiushi was a little worried: "Because I really don't know what you did with them, and you still hung up on me, how could I not be angry? I'm a little, a little confiscated."

He rubbed his forehead and pushed the bowl and chopsticks forward, as if he would finish talking without eating.

"Oh." Lin Jian said.

"I know I went too far, so I apologize to you." Han Qiushi asked, "Has your fever gone?"

Lin Jian nodded: "It's back, there's no problem." He knew his body well, it would be a ghost if he didn't catch a cold in the situation yesterday.

Unexpectedly, this farce would end like this. Lin Jian secretly glanced at Han Qiushi when he was sleeping at night.

In fact, there was no other reason, but he wanted to watch it, but when he was caught asking why, he still bit the bullet and thought about a question: "Did you call Fu Feibai?"

Han Qiushi was silent for two seconds, searching for the name in his mind.

"Oh, that friend of yours?" After finding it, Han Qiushi wondered, "I'll let him take care of you. Don't you have a fever? You don't want to see me again. Didn't he come?"

Lin Jian: "..."

Lin Jian: "Didn't you realize he was drunk when you called?"

Han Qiushi recalled that at that time, he panicked when he saw that Lin had a fever. How could he have the time to care about other things, and the opposite party kept saying "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" to him, how could he know if he drank too much?

But out of face, he still insisted: "I don't know."

"Oh, I fell asleep."

Han Qiushi would never know how happy Lin Jian was made by one of his wrong words. Just one word "mate" was enough to cancel out everything in the past.

For example, Lin Jianming knew that he had no class today, but he was not at home in the morning.

For example, Lin Jian didn't know why he came back, but he didn't care about it.

Rather than worrying about those things, he is more willing to believe—maybe Han Qiushi has feelings for him, maybe?

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感谢在2021-02-0723:35:13~2021-02-0919:40:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: the post envoy has a good knife, and one for chasing wives and crematorium lovers;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Meow mm10 bottles; the serious person Qin Sheng, A Pu is a cute cat and cat, and another can, bone pomelo. 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!