Slag

Han Qiushi is so old, those who dare to train him don't have enough hands.But Fu Feibai wrote his boredom on his face, as if to remind him that he will greet the eighteenth generation of your ancestors one step ahead.

But Han Qiushi knew it, but he still walked over. He swallowed, moistened his dry throat, and asked very hard: "I won't disturb you for a long time, I just want to know Lin Jian now..."

In the middle of his speech, when Fu Feibai heard Lin Jian's name from his mouth, he instantly felt like a balloon that exploded. He stared fixedly at him, and took half a step back—this was a posture ready to strike.

"I advise you to get out now, so you can save yourself a beating."

During this period of time, he carefully felt Lin Jian's mood swings through the voice of the game every day, and he kept sending Lin Jian WeChat messages every day, which was more sticky than falling in love, accurate to when he woke up, when he ate, what he ate and what he played. , Are you in a good mood?

Why is he so cautious when he cares about his friends, making it sneaky like raising a little lover behind his wife's back.

Who is to blame?Who the hell is it?

After Lin Jian met Shu Yi that day, he felt as if he had lost his soul along the way, sitting in the back seat without saying a word, closing his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking.

Fu Feibai sent him all the way home, when he got downstairs, the car stopped, Lin Jian was still leaning against the back seat with his eyes tightly closed.

Fu Feibai was keenly aware of something from the moment he got into the car, but he didn't dare to remind him until that moment: "I'm home."

"Ah."

Lin Jian responded, but still did not move.

Naturally, Fu Feibai would not drive him out of the car, the two of them sat in the car, feeling the overwhelming suffocation of the frozen air.It is never a nonsense that emotions can contaminate each other. Lin Jian didn't even say a word, but Fu Feibai seemed to have been led to the eighteenth level of hell and suffered cruel torture.

"Suddenly I can't figure it out." After a long time, Lin Jian suddenly spoke softly.

His voice had no weight at all, it sounded like it was carried into Fu Feibai's ears lightly by the air from all directions in the car.

Fu Feibai subconsciously touched his pocket and took out the cigarette case.

"Can't figure out what?" He held an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

Lin Jian doesn't smoke very much, he has always been careful not to let non-smokers smell second-hand smoke.

"I can't figure out which link I did wrong." Lin Jian laughed at himself and smiled lightly as he spoke.

He slowly opened his eyes, his red eyes looked at the rearview mirror, and he looked at Fu Feibai who was also looking at the rearview mirror.

"But I just can't think of it. I don't know if I am too confident in myself. I confidently think that I have done everything right but there is no good result."

Fu Feibai kept looking at him through the rearview mirror.

After a long while, he heard Lin Jian say again: "I always thought I could get everything by working hard." There was an obsessive stubbornness in his tone.

But it was broken in the next second. He sniffed and spread his hands helplessly: "But it turns out that I worked hard and got nothing."

After Lin Jian finished speaking, he got out of the car, and when Fu Feibai chased after him, he had already closed the door.

Just send him a sentence on WeChat-I will think about it again.

There was no beginning or end of the sentence, and it was only after the previous text that Fu Feibai could barely understand it.

He really couldn't figure out what he did wrong to get this ending.

Back in front of him, Han Qiushi chased all the way to the door of his house, blocking it like a door god.

Turning a deaf ear to Fu Feibai's ruthless words, his face was expressionless, like a broken robot that just left the factory, and only learned the sentence "Where is Lin Jian?"

"You fucking stand here again and I'll call the police!" Fu Feibai couldn't figure out how there could be such a shameless person.

Han Qiushi lowered his eyes: "You go ahead and tell me where Lin Jian is after you finish the report."

"You have cerebral palsy? Don't worry about it. Come to me to show my presence. I won't tell you where Lin Jian is, and I won't mention you even once before meeting Lin! Don't be hypocritical here, let me tell you, It's useless!" It wasn't that Fu Feibai couldn't really beat him, so he pushed hard with all his strength, and when Han Qiushi fell backwards with his unsteady center of gravity, he closed the door with a bang.

Han Qiushi didn't know where he hit his head, and his whole body was so painful that he almost lost consciousness.Looking at the closed door in front of him, he once again felt what it meant to be hopeless.

He drove to the hospital by himself, but he didn't expect to bump into the imperfect iron sheet of the electrical box. Fortunately, it was only a skin trauma, but the wound was not well bandaged, and the bandage wrapped around it looked like a critically ill patient.

When I left the hospital, I glanced at my phone——

[Ren Sheng: Room 8, Building 1102, Jiangtian Yise]

"Give you a quadruple mirror, have you eaten tonight?" Fu Feibai asked while operating.

At this time, Lin Jian was in the study room with the lights off, curled up on a chair in the dark, and slid the mouse to pick up the magnifying glass on the floor: "Eat."

No.

He has eaten or skipped meals a day for many days in a row.

He had already noticed Fu Feibai's intention to ask questions every day, so whenever he asked, he would search for recipes and report casually.

"What to eat?"

"Ma Po tofu and twice-cooked pork."

Lin Jian finished answering quickly, put down the phone and continued to concentrate on the game.

But the person beside him on the computer screen did not move, he called out: "Fu Feibai?"

The person on the other side suddenly called his name: "See you Lin."

The tone is serious.

Lin Jian didn't understand what he meant.

"What's wrong? Why are you not moving? Are you stuck? My internet connection is not good."

Fu Feibai was silent for a long time, and finally, when Lin Jian reminded him for the second time with a relaxed tone and even a little playfulness that he would be shot in the head if he didn't change places, he released the mouse button and asked, "Answer again, have you eaten yet? "

"have eaten."

"What to eat?"

"Ma Po tofu and twice-cooked pork."

Word for word.

"Don't you hate fat meat?" Fu Feibai realized something, he sighed, "You lied to me."

Lin Jian was taken aback for a moment, he was confined to this dark and cramped room these days, facing a computer and a mobile phone, he seemed to have lost his mind.

I even forget about what I like to eat and what I don't like to eat.

He remembers being picky about his meals.

"I'll order now."

It only took half an hour for the food to be delivered, Lin Jian was not interested in the food, and even thought about it the moment the doorbell rang - what did he order?

He rubbed his messy hair casually, turned on the light in the living room, and pushed open the door.

He kept his eyes down all the time, and all he could see was a pair of leather shoes, trousers that were cut so exquisitely and cleanly that they were spotless, and the hand that delivered the lunch box to his eyes.

Lin saw that his reaction was much slower, he raised his eyes slowly, and when his eyes fell on the face of the visitor, he let go of half of the hand that took the takeaway as if he had been electrocuted.

Han Qiushi thought he was holding it steady a second ago, so he relaxed——

The lunch box fell to the ground, and the unfastened plastic bag did not provide any protection, and the fried rice inside spilled all over the floor.

Han Qiushi didn't even look at the ground, his eyes seemed to be welded to Lin Jian's face.

But Lin Jian squatted down immediately, and subconsciously murmured: "My meal."

Han Qiushi never felt for a moment that seeing someone could save his life, like a person who was about to die of drought suddenly met nectar.

He didn't want to waste any second, for fear of missing a glance.

He knelt down and helped Lin Jian throw the dirty fried rice back into the plastic bag with his bare hands, and kept apologizing like a lost soul: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Lin saw that he was tired of hearing too much, but he didn't say a word.

Looking at the slightly oily ground, he threw away the plastic bag and took two paper towels to wipe the ground.

"I finally saw you." Han Qiushi said excitedly after watching him go back and forth, "I thought I would never see you again. Why can't you tell me your address when you moved? I've been looking for... I asked a lot of people, but they didn't get it. The only one who knew was Fu Feibai, but he didn't want to tell me..."

"But fortunately, fortunately, I found it anyway. You recently—"

"Crack!" Lin Jian wiped the floor, and when he stood up, he slammed the door shut.

Cut off half of Han Qiushi's words.

The people outside the door were shocked by the sound, looking at the door that was closed to him, it was obvious that he was still his lover a few seconds ago.

Before he finished speaking, he wanted to ask "Are you angry with me recently", and also wanted to say "Then can I change it? Don't ignore me."

But now...

"See you!" Han Qiushi was not reconciled, he slammed on the door, "Open the door, I have something to tell you!"

With his back against the wall, Lin Jian turned off the light in a panic, finding a sense of security in the darkness.

He could hear voices outside the door, and could feel Han Qiushi knocking on the door.

—but he dared not open it.

"Lin Jian, I finally found this place. I've been looking for you all week. I...you open the door, I won't go in, can I stand outside and tell you? I'll just take a look at you... Just take another look, I have good news to tell you, you must really want to hear it..."

No one answered.

Han Qiushi gritted his teeth tightly, feeling a soreness rushing to the tip of his nose: "You definitely want to hear..."

Still no answer.

He had never been treated like this by Lin Jian.

"Are you listening?" Han Qiushi's voice trembled slightly, which shattered the calmness he had worked so hard to maintain.

"I went to find Fu Feibai today, but he refused to tell me and even pushed me. I hit my head..."

He is like a child who has been wronged outside. When he is alone, he still gets tough. Once he is in front of someone who can comfort him, all his pretended toughness will collapse, leaving only inexplicable grievances.

He sat downstairs for a long time.

I have been mentally preparing myself, what if Lin Jian refuses to see him?What if Lin Jian scolded him severely?If Lin Jian is sad...how can I comfort him?

He's been thinking about the possibilities.

Before going upstairs, he prepared the trump card that he had obtained by accident today. He looked at the bandage on his head in the mirror for a long time, and it looked serious enough.

After spending money to get Lin Jian's meal from the delivery boy, Han Qiushi's heart almost jumped out when he rang the doorbell.

He is going to meet Lin soon!

Wait, what will Lin Jian do when he sees him?

Will the first reaction be his injury, it should be.

Seeing how much she hurt him and seeing such a serious injury, Lin would ask even if she was angry again.

So he didn't even think about how to start. In his imagination, the beginning must be Lin Jian asking him: "Are you injured?"

No.

Lin Jian didn't say anything, he treated himself like the most ordinary takeaway boy.

Didn't even give him a straight look.

I didn't even ask, how did you get hurt?

Although it was only a skin trauma, it was really painful on the head.

It's been an afternoon, and no one has comforted him.

He left all hope to this person who will always love him, but he received nothing.

Han Qiushi felt that his heart might be sent into a meat grinder. The bursts of severe pain made him unable to believe that he was awake, sober, alive, and truly existed in this real world.

"It hurts..." Han Qiushi gripped the doorknob tightly, trembling with every remaining word.

Why don't you ask me?

The author has something to say:

The update is really unstable, sorry QAQ

ps: Han Gou bribes the takeaway boy, don’t bring it into reality, the real takeaway boy is a conscientious and good employee (like it)

感谢在2021-03-1418:30:00~2021-03-1601:15:32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 mines: Keguyu. 2; Shimly, axilyvixx 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles;

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