The net match was dismantled by the male god

The night is already very dark, and the surrounding buildings exude a metal-like strong texture under the cold light, the sadness of leaving people, the sadness of homesickness, and the parting of relatives cannot shake its coldness in the slightest.

At the end of April, the cold wind blew through the hem of his clothes. Nan Qi seemed to have finally felt the cold at this moment. He shrank his neck subconsciously and took a taxi.

"Nanshan Cemetery."

The driver gave him a strange look, as if hesitating, after all, such a beautiful young man was going to Nanshan Cemetery in the middle of the night, and his expression was not like a living person, cold and indifferent.

Nan Qi noticed the other party's gaze, and said lightly: "Master, don't you want to go?"

Only then did the master driver respond, clocked and drove towards the destination.

As the distance gets closer, there are fewer and fewer buildings around, and the green lawns that have not been mowed on both sides of the road become more and more desolate. Uneasy about the destination ahead.

"Young man, it seems that you just came back from another place? Why did you go to Nanshan Cemetery so late?"

Nan Qi tilted her head: "Well, go see your family."

The driver's hand trembled when he heard the words, young man, why are you so flustered by what you said!

Okay, shall I still drive?

The driver turned his head tremblingly, deciding that silence is golden, finally arrived at the destination, and ran away after Nan Qi paid the fare.

Nan Qi turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and walked slowly into the cemetery, or he didn't know whether to go or not, that's why he walked so slowly and hard.

Every step he takes is like stepping on the tip of a knife. It is not the desire of a mermaid to step on the ground for the first time for love, but the torture of a sinful person being pulled by an iron chain.

Rows of gray stone tablets in the cool cemetery look the same, it seems that all the colors in the world have disappeared here, and only death and the cold wind that stays here.

Nan Qi stayed in front of one of the tombstones. Under the faint light of the mobile phone flashlight, she saw the woman in the photo with a soft smile. Nan Qi's voice was astringent, she knelt down suddenly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"mom."

The only response to him was the wind to and fro, and no one would touch the top of his head gently, or encourage or blame. When Nan Qi realized this again, grief pierced through his heart. He lowered his pale face and begged:

"Mom... I have changed, I have become better, will you... Will you forgive me?"

……

There were footsteps around, and a surprised voice came from above Nan Qi's head: "It's you?"

Nan Qi looked up, Shao Xun?

With a big bag of beer in his hand, Shao Xun staggered and took two steps towards him, squinted his eyes and looked at the tombstone in front of him, then said vaguely:

"This is your mother?"

Nan Qi didn't speak. Given his friendship with Shao Xun, he didn't need to answer such an abrupt question. Probably because the rejection on his face was too strong. Shao Xun laughed at himself, handed him a can of beer in his hand, and collapsed. He casually leaned against a tombstone and sat down:

"Hey, I'll buy you a drink."

He should be drunk, maybe he cried a while ago, his eyes were a little red and swollen, Nan Qi wanted to refuse, but after seeing his sad eyes, he took the beer. This is the second person to ask him for a drink today, Let's hope nothing worse happens.

In the quiet cemetery, there were only the sound of swallowing and breathing of two people drinking. Nan Qi listened to Shao Xun's out-of-key singing, and took a sip to himself, swallowing the bitter wine down his throat. He heard Shao Xun getting more and more exaggerated The singing voice is a little impatient:

"Stop singing."

Shao Xun's singing stopped abruptly, and Random laughed foolishly: "Isn't it nice?"

Nan Qi said lightly: "It doesn't sound good."

Shao Xun laughed louder: "You don't know how to appreciate at all."

After finishing speaking, he sang like a madman again, but Nan Qi didn't stop him. Under the cold moonlight, Shao Xun's tears flowed more and more until he finally stopped singing with a hoarse voice. The tombstone murmured loudly:

"Brother, do I sing well?"

Naturally, no one responded, Shao Xun giggled again, and suddenly cursed with a smile: "Why do you treat me like this, why do you!! Do you want me to feel guilty forever!! Let me tell you..."

He cried again, almost out of breath: "Brother, I'm sorry! You come back... You come back... I'll give you whatever you want, I won't make you angry anymore, what do you say? I listen to you, I was wrong! Come back! Come back, please, don’t want me..."

Nan Qi looked at him crying so heartbroken, and for a moment she envied him for being able to cry. He opened his dry eyes and blinked silently. He was not qualified to cry here.

There seemed to be a hole in his heart, and sadness flowed like a black river, sweeping everything and assimilating all empathy.

After a long silence, Nan Qi squeezed the empty beer bottle and reached out to Shao Xun: "Is there any more?"

Shao Xun sobbed softly in a daze, Nan Qi just crawled over by herself and took a can, opened it and poured it with her head up. He found a sense of identity in him, and Nan Qi talked about herself in a rambling manner:

"She saw me and...Du Wenxing that day. In fact, I wanted to find a good opportunity to tell her, but I didn't expect...I thought that being sad was just a short-term thing, and they would forgive me eventually, but I guessed wrong gone."

Nan Qi shook her head: "I have no chance."

He seemed a bit incomprehensible: "You know? It's hard to accept that situation, like you've already made all the plans, from what to eat for breakfast today to the cat in the backyard when you're old and dying , His life has been completely planned, and he is waiting to implement it step by step, but suddenly it... disappears."

"There was a bang, it fell to pieces, you couldn't even stand up when you fell, I kept seeing her getting up from the ground covered in blood, asking me if I knew I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Nan Qi spoke impatiently, but her voice seemed to be sobbing: "I was wrong, I've already admitted my mistake, I changed it, but she can't hear it... can't hear it."

He lowered his head pitifully, and timidly touched the photo on the tombstone: "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I will stop being gay, okay?"

……

"Brother, why do I only know you love me now, brother...why didn't you tell me?"

……

"Mom, I've changed for the better. I'm not gay anymore. I've changed. Can you forgive me?"

……

"Brother, you can kill me, or you can take me away."

……

At this moment, these two seemingly indistinguishable two people are almost assimilated at this moment. They are all people who have stayed here in time. No matter how many years have passed in the road ahead, they are no longer qualified to enjoy the warmth of tomorrow's sunshine. .

Nearly two o'clock, the quiet Nanshan Cemetery ushered in the third guest tonight. The man's figure was tall and straight, his facial features were sharp, and his pitch-black windbreaker fluttered in the night wind. anxious.

The slender fingers held the mobile phone and broadcast the number, and the crisp ringtone shuttled back and forth in the empty cemetery, as if holding a concert called reincarnation.

Not long after the man appeared, another car stopped in front of Nanshan Cemetery. The young man who got off looked very young. He glanced at the black car parked in front of him and chased after him with gritted teeth.

He ran very fast, and soon caught up with the man in front, shouting: "Qin Ze! Stop!"

Qin Ze turned his head and frowned without a trace. Those dark eyebrows and eyes carried an irresistible oppressive force in the darkness. The young man subconsciously closed his mouth. Qin Ze ignored him, and first glanced at one of the tombs. Seeing the person, he listened carefully to the direction of the phone ringing and looked for it.

After finally finding the two drunken people in front of the tomb, Qin Ze's usually silent face could not help showing some fluctuations. He didn't care too much about who the other person was, and bent down gently to hug Shao Xun, and then The young man who followed pursed his lips, and looked at the other drunk who ran to the cemetery to drink in the middle of the night, but after seeing Nan Qi's face clearly, he exclaimed in surprise:

"Nan Qi!"

Qin Ze blamed him for his loud voice, and hugged the person in his arms tighter before turning his head to look at Nan Qi. With a face he had never seen before, he said calmly:

"You know him?"

The young man was still a little guilty after shouting this, but he didn't care anymore when he saw Qin Ze's actions.

"Well, this is my... ex-friend."

Qin Ze nodded indifferently: "Then he will be handed over to you." After saying that, he hugged Shao Xun and left. The young man glared at him indignantly, knowing that the benefactor could not be hooked up, so he turned his head Looking at Nan Qi carefully, he sighed when he saw his frown.

"Hey, I didn't catch the gold master, and I saw my ex-bed partner. Forget it, who told you to meet me, I'll do a good deed, otherwise you'll probably freeze to death here tomorrow morning."

……

In the hotel, the guest room knocked on the door several times and there was no response. After asking the supervisor, I decided to open the door to check the situation first, so when I saw Wen Lingyu handcuffed beside the bed with a bloody face, I almost called the police.

Fortunately, Zhou Jin called at a critical moment. After asking about the situation, she hurried over and sent Wen Lingyu to the hospital.

It's just that Zhou Jin's eyebrows became sharp after listening to the doctor's examination report?

Three broken ribs?

He has a domineering personality, but he has always protected his weaknesses, and Wen Lingyu has always been one of them who has always cherished him. If it weren't for the fact that there was no one in the hospital, he would definitely go out and find him right now.

He looked at Wen Lingyu who was lying on the hospital bed with eyes closed and lethargic, and clenched his fists before slowly sitting back.

No matter who hurt his brother, it would definitely not be so simple.