you are unspeakable

There is a river in Xuancheng, which runs across the city. There is a bridge on the river, and pedestrians are hurrying on the bridge.

It was cold in late autumn, and someone stood by the bridge from dawn to dark.

Someone walked up to him and asked carefully.

Wang Qi looked at him, shook her head and said, "I can't dance."

The man breathed a sigh of relief.

"The river is too cold, I'm afraid." Wang Qi said: "Death is not terrible, but I don't want to cause trouble to others. If I die here, people passing by this bridge will also be afraid. I know what kind of fear it is." An uncomfortable experience."

The man couldn't understand Wang Qi's words, but he left with confidence after knowing that he would not jump off.

There are few people on the bridge, but the passers-by have their own fireworks, and each has their own home.

Wang Qi was still standing there.

There are too many ways to die in this world, but they are all full of fear, pain and unbearable. Only accidents will come suddenly, only accidents will not hurt anyone.

The weather is cold.

The bar is warm.

This is Wang Qi's world.

He was swaying on the dance floor, and the way he was drinking with his head up was beautiful.

Standing outside the crowd, Li Xinglu looked at the man in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by the crowd, indulgent and presumptuous.

There was nothing in his eyes, but he seemed to have everything, occasionally glanced at unknown places, his lips curled into a smile, and his eyes were curved.

The hair that I took him to cut short was long, covering the eyes, but it could fly under the lamp with a seductive arc.

He walked up and pulled him out of the lively crowd.

He filled him with wine, glass after glass.

Wang Qi stared at him, wondering if she recognized this person, propped her face with one hand, slowly shook her head, drinking in silence without saying a word.

The table of the booth is full of empty wine bottles.

The man who was drinking beside him kept smiling.

"you're drunk."

Li Xinglu held his slender wrist.

Wang Qi broke free lightly, stretched out her index finger and put it on her lips, her crooked eyes were filled with the coolness of the night, like a little fox who accidentally entered the prosperous world from a deep mountain, and also like a well-known celebrity in the world.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense," he blinked, "I won't get drunk, I fell asleep when I was drunk, and I'm not sleepy now, why... am I drunk?"

Li Xinglu took the wine glass from his hand.

"I want to sleep." Wang Qi couldn't grab the cup back, and frowned uncomfortably: "I just want to have a good sleep."

"Let's go home and want to sleep, I'll accompany you." Li Xinglu's voice was gentle and low, coaxing his closest lover.

"I won't go home..." Wang Qi stood up shaking her body, propped up on the sofa and moved back in small steps: "Your home, I won't go back."

This might be just a drunken remark, but it pierced Li Xinglu's heart like a knife.He also stood up, walked up and hugged Wang Qi's waist, and held her tightly in his arms. Li Xinglu wanted to speak, but the music in the bar suddenly reached a climax, and the waves of sound became louder than others.

Li Xinglu felt agitated, and left the bar with Wang Qi half in his arms. Jin Shi, who had just arrived, saw their figures and hesitated for a moment, but he didn't follow.

Modi saw his old friend, walked up, and followed his gaze to see Li Xinglu and Wang Qi.

Modi's face was full of surprise: "I've never seen Li Xinglu lead someone from a bar. Is this kid so powerful?"

The dim light in the bar concealed the unwillingness and worry in Jinshi's eyes.

"Who knows," Jin Shi tried to make his voice sound like he was joking, "won't the iron tree also bloom?"

Modi chuckled, noncommittal.

Wang Qi's drinking capacity is no longer comparable to before, not to mention that he didn't drink to his heart's content today, the night wind was blowing on his face, and when he arrived at the door, he was much more sober, familiar with the elevator, the familiar corridor and the familiar gate.

If these still can't recall the memory, then when the door was opened, Wang Qi already knew where she was.

Every table and chair here once had a different meaning to Wang Qi, it was a gorgeous dream of his boring life, and it was also a knot that he could never reach above the abyss.

The windows are clear and clean, and standing at the door, you can smell the mixed smell of disinfectant and tea fragrance coming from the room. This is the smell that no perfume can imitate, and it belongs to Li Xinglu.

He vaguely remembered that Li Xinglu liked the fragrance of tea, but he had never seen him drinking tea.

Most of the refrigerators here are tasteless mineral water.

Wang Qi can't remember what it was like when he left here last time, but now, just smelling this smell, he seems to have seen the scene of Li Xinglu wearing gloves and a mask to clean up the house, and sometimes when he gets up on weekends as seen.

Wang Qi didn't want to remember these things, but besides being drunk and indulgent with others, he always remembered them over and over again. He heard the sound of closing the door behind him, his wrist was warm, and he was gently pulled forward for a few minutes. step.

Li Xinglu put his hands on his shoulders and led him to sit on a low stool beside the shoe cabinet. He lowered his head and saw Li Xinglu half squatting and took out slippers and put them at his feet.

"I've put away the bath water." His voice was as gentle and steady as he remembered: "Change your shoes and go take a hot bath."

Wang Qi stared blankly at the pair of winter cotton slippers that had been washed many times on the ground. At this moment, he seemed to be unable to distinguish between reality and dreams. Time seemed to go back to the winter of last year. The tenderness, bit by bit, is the treasure that Wang Qi keeps deep in her heart and is reluctant to take it out for aftertaste.

Wang Qi didn't move for a long time, Li Xinglu squeezed his palm and said, "What's wrong? Are you tired? Then... I'll change it for you."

When his hand landed on Wang Qi's shoe, the motionless man suddenly shrank back and missed Li Xinglu's hand.

All this is indeed false.

Wang Qi felt that he was awake. He might be dreaming, or he might have hallucinations. How could the person in front of him be Li Xinglu?

He knows how cleanliness Li Xinglu is.

He had to change everything he was wearing when he entered the door. For more than a year, he had only touched his clean self in this house. He didn't even touch his own bag, so how could he change his shoes?

Wang Qi was annoyed, it had been so long, why did he still have such unrealistic fantasies about Li Xinglu.

However, Li Xinglu didn't let him retreat too much, he firmly held his calf, helped him take off his shoes covered with dust and water stains and put them aside, he even dragged his cold feet, slowly Caressing gently for a while, said distressedly: "It's such a cold day, you need to wear socks, you know?"

Li Xinglu's hands were so hot that the soles of his feet seemed to be red and swollen. Wang Qi didn't like this feeling. He struggled to stand up. When his feet touched the cold floor, the temperature on the soles of his feet quickly dissipated. The icy coldness climbed up the soles of the feet, and Wang Qi slowed down, stepped back step by step, and bumped into the shoe cabinet.

Li Xinglu stood up slowly and looked at Wang Qi.

I saw a pair of desolate eyes under the hair tip.

He hadn't looked him in the eye before, no... he hadn't even looked him in the eye.

But even if he didn't take him seriously, he must not be what he is now. How could he be so thin, how could he be so pale, how could he be crumbling like a piece of paper?

The coolness in his hand was still there, Li Xinglu only felt that his chest was being pressed hard by a big stone, which made him unable to breathe.

"Wang Qi, what do you mean!" Li Xinglu stepped forward and looked directly at him: "You push me away?! What? I can't satisfy you? Did you do the same thing with Jinshi that day? Do you want to refuse or welcome?"

Anger, humiliation, mocking tone... This is him, this is Li Xinglu, and everything is back on track.

He doesn't want to talk, he wants to sleep.

According to his behavior pattern in the past few months, he approached him, put his hands on Li Xinglu's back, and caressed ambiguously.

Li Xinglu had never talked to Mo Di about Wang Qi, he didn't know that Wang Qi didn't like to talk to people who stayed overnight, Wang Qi's body and actions were more intoxicating than words.But Li Xinglu only felt disgusted, he shook off Wang Qi's arm fiercely, backed away, and distanced himself from him.

I don't know how many men I have kissed with those lips, and I don't know how many men I have touched with those hands.

Disgusting, really disgusting.

Li Xinglu was about to vomit.

But after the nausea, Li Xinglu felt his chest tight again.

He looked up and saw the eyes behind the hair.

He regretted it.

I regretted pushing Wang Qi away so early, in the past, and now.

With such gazes and such movements, even though Wang Qi was not very sober, he gradually felt sad. He couldn't figure out what was in front of him.

Now he has nothing, not even alcohol and sex, only Li Xinglu's disgusted eyes, those eyes almost turned into sharp needles, piercing towards him densely one by one.

He just wants to leave.

Embarrassed Burr

Li Xinglu sensed his movement, stepped forward to stop him, and shouted: "Where else do you want to go?!"

Wang Qi opened his eyes wide and looked at the locked door. He was almost desperate, and a low pained whine came from his throat.

Li Xinglu didn't know what was wrong with him, he just wanted to ask, Wang Qi rushed out of his sight, Li Xinglu didn't care about changing his shoes, and chased after him, the scene in front of him made his eyes widen instantly.

Wang Qi rushed to the balcony, digging at the window buttons outside the balcony with both hands in a haphazard way.

He quickly unscrewed the window and pushed it away a distance of a finger. The high-level wind was rushing in along the gap, rustling the clothes of the thin and slender man, and blowing his long hair wildly. dance.

Li Xinglu rushed up and hugged Wang Qi. After that, he could no longer care about his image, and roared: "What are you doing! Wang Qi! Are you crazy! Are you crazy! This is the 20th floor! This is the 20th floor !"

Wang Qi didn't seem to be able to hear anything, he didn't want to feel the heat on his back at all, he was struggling as if he was dying, obviously he looked so thin, but Li Xinglu almost couldn't restrain him.

But after all, he was physically weak, and it didn't take long after he burst out with such strength that he completely lost his strength, and was imprisoned in Li Xinglv's arms.

Looking out the window at the dim sky dyed with city lights, Wang Qi burst into tears.

He was waiting for when the accident would come, he was afraid that he... couldn't wait any longer.