broken triangle

Jiang Zhihui did not come in the end.

Luo Yi ate all the potato chips, coke and shrimp crackers by himself.

The hostess on TV smiled exaggeratedly, and later added an even more exaggerated "hahahaha" sound effect, pushing the falsehood to a climax.

Luo Yi was washing coffee cups.

The iron buddy is like this, when your head is bleeding, he will definitely bring wound medicine and bandages to protect you from death, help you recover, and pat his chest to assure you that the person who hurt you will not end well; but you You accidentally cut a small cut on your hand, but you can't ask him to accompany you, apply Yunnan Baiyao to your wound, pour you a glass of water in the middle of the night, and feed you with his own hands.

Not quite right, but roughly so.

Luo Yi fished out the shirt and hung it up.There were no stars in the night sky of the city, it was a gray curtain, Luo Yi lit a cigarette.

The night sky always attracts philosophical thinking, or it is just that people want to think about something too much. In order to show that they are not so hypocritical, they use the night sky as an excuse.

Huo Huo and Luo Yi breathe together, red and yellow intertwine and flow, and finally die in a silent black.

Jiang Zhihui is right.He shouldn't have come.

Having just experienced loss, Luo Yi is always eager to grab something, anything is fine.But this is not right.

A drowning person clings to driftwood, and in the struggle only sinks together.

Jiang Zhihui must have noticed it a long time ago, but he couldn't bear to mention it, and even stayed with him for a whole day - until he felt that he was able to think beyond the bad mood.

Then he moved a little distance in good time.

After so many years of personnel changes, only he is still the same as before, gentle, firm, and sober.

Luo Yi held the corner of his mouth and put out the cigarette butt.

The phone rang in the living room, but Luo Yi remained motionless.

Who else is looking for him at this time besides the client?But now he doesn't want to worry about any fucking townhouse fashion wedding room, and he doesn't want to think about modeling and rendering renderings, he doesn't even understand himself, how do he know what other people's fashion is?

What's up with his dependency.

Does he still like Jiang Zhihui?When did his idea start to germinate?

Or, he never didn't love him.

Luo Yi leaned on the railing and laughed softly.

That's right, first love is pearl gold and diamonds, flawless, blazing and pure, it is armor inlaid in the heart, and a lamp hanging in the soul.

But when Jiang Zhihui doesn't need his love, of course he can not love him.

Jiang Zhihui never needed his love.

That stinking idiot is a straight man who only loves to be his old father.Not the bed kind.

Luo Yi knew it since she was a pure young man in love.

Smiling and smiling, only the curvature of the corners of the mouth remained, and the corners of the eyes drooped coldly. Jiang Chi said that he was like a cat, and he smiled on the surface without smiling, which was a bit creepy.

Jiang Chi held his face and said that he would never smile like that again. Jiang Chi was very serious at that time, staring into his eyes and telling him, I will be responsible for the rest of your life from now on, every smile is true Really, I feel happy from the bottom of my heart.

Netizens also said that what a man says in bed can't be taken seriously.

Hi, another lesson learned.

The bell rang again, and Luo Yi rolled his eyes in annoyance.

But making two calls with one call might mean something really urgent, and he couldn't just delay it.

The phone was lying on the sofa, the screen was on, but the number on it was not the customer, but the ancestor—Jiang Zhihui.

Don't you want to come and play with him? Why are you calling at this time?

Luo Yi answered the phone, and was about to ask the teacher for a crime, but the voice on the other end of the phone was not Jiang Zhihui's, but a hoarse and soft bass: "Is it his friend? This one is drunk, come and answer it."

Was drunk?

What did Jiang Zhihui do?It shouldn't be his turn to participate in their company's entertainment.

The man at the other end smiled lightly: "Blue Fork Bar, No. 47, Beicheng Road...it should be No. 47, no matter, you come here and ask anyone for directions, I guarantee you can ask."

Blue Fork Bar?

He knew it, he had heard it from friends in the mob circle, it was one of the most famous gay bars in the city.

What is Jiang Zhihui doing there?

It's not like the sky is falling apart, Luo Yi is not 17 years old after all.But... how?

Luo Yi heard his hoarse voice: "I see, this is over."