On how to break up peacefully with 419 subjects

141.

From the moment I became aware of my sexuality, I shrank myself into a shell.

Maybe at the beginning I was still looking forward to when I would meet the so-called love and the so-called companionship.

But now I have been in the circle for too long, and after seeing too many separations and frauds, I have already snuffed out the poor flame on the candle, implying every day that I should have fun in time, and then die alone.

Only games can stay with me consistently.

I curled up and squinted for a while, raised my hand annoyedly, and slammed the lights in the room off again. Looking at the light from the screen on the table, I couldn't help but twitch the corners of my mouth.

Yan Shen left too carelessly, didn't he throw away the computer?

I got up slowly, planning to pack it for him and send it back tomorrow.

After all, what I just said was indeed a little too much, and I don't expect him to be happy to see me.

Fuck, I was prostituted twice by him for nothing, and I haven't asked him to collect the prostitute money, and he still has to turn against me!

Who gave his face!

I am angry again.

While I was angry, I kept the files for him without squinting, so that when the things were gone, he would threaten me to pay for the loss.

However, at this moment, the sound of a key jack suddenly came from the door.

I tensed my back subconsciously, flicked my wrist, and the computer desktop was displayed in front of my eyes.

Ouch, there is actually a handsome guy in the background.

142.

I don't know where Yan Shen got the picture, even if I look closely, I suspect that I have myopia.

How trembling my hands are when I take this picture... Tsk tsk.

In fact, just judging from the blurred outline, the person in the photo should be a good model.

The clothing is not bad, it has the style of my year.

I tasted it carefully again.

I take a breath.

Fuck, isn't this fucking me!

143.

There was the sound of plastic bags behind me.

I turned my head and met Yan Shen's eyes.

I:"……"

Yan Shen didn't ask me what I was doing sitting in front of his computer: "Why did you get up?"

I pointed at the screen: "Did you take a picture of me?"

He put the plastic bag next to the computer, and turned his face uncomfortably: "...um."

"When?"

"In your sophomore year, at the sports meeting."

"...Oh, your photos are really ugly."

"I think it's cute."

Seeing him admitting this, and looking at the person on the screen with a silly smile on his face, I suddenly felt a little itchy in my throat.

I coughed: "I was a little angry just now, and I was confused and unconscious. I didn't mean to say those things to you."

Yan Shen turned on the light again and smiled: "I didn't take it to heart."

I couldn't help but rolled my eyes.

Didn't take it to heart?Those who didn't know just now thought he was going to faint from my anger.

Smelling the scent, I couldn't help but hooked my head to look at the plastic bag, leaned on the table and looked up at him: "What did you buy?"

It's not that I pretend to be cute on purpose, it's just that I can't control my mouth.

It's like I can't control my own heartbeat now, it's a little faster.

144.

I thought Yan Shen was mad at me and left.

But he didn't, he just went out and bought me dinner.

I was holding the porridge bitterly, with a look of deep hatred in my eyes.

Yan Shen looked at me with some amusement: "Don't be unhappy, I'll eat porridge with you."

It's as if I miss his company.

After the meal, he rebags the lunch box: "I still have some work to do, if you are not sleepy, can I bring you the game console?"

I looked at the time, it was past eight o'clock.

Yan Shen seemed very busy.

I thought for a while: "Let me sort out the measurements I made yesterday. You can drink porridge with me, and I will work with you."

Yan Shen was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said yes.

145.

From this day on, there seems to be a tacit understanding between Yan Shen and I.

He picks me up to the villa every day, and occasionally goes to a supermarket together at night, and then returns to my house together.

I cook and he does the dishes.

I put the clothes in the washing machine, and then he will go to the balcony to dry.

I'd beckon him in after I'd showered, and he'd bow his head and give me a kiss as I passed by.

Even in a corner of my closet, there are already several sets of clothes that don't belong to me.

We get along so harmoniously that even the whole world is very peaceful.

The four children under him were very curious about the relationship between me and him.

But to be honest, I can't say why.

Do you want to vulgarly tell these fresh graduates that we are friends with benefits?

But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem like a friend with benefits.

Ever since I pissed him off when I had a fever, I haven't had sex with him in the past few days.

What is that?Friends with benefits turned friends?The kind of friend who sleeps in the same bed every day?

Thinking about it carefully, it was the first time I had such intimate contact with a person at such a young age.

It doesn't feel bad.

146.

I handed back the key to the villa to Yan Shen.

The measurement work is basically over, and the next step is to make pictures in the office.

Yan Shen actually said that it is good to leave the key here, and he still has it there.

What is this operation?

I don't quite understand, it's just that he was implying that I might have to redo the draft in the future, and stuffed the bunch of keys into the corner of the shoe cabinet.

But with the concept of courtesy and reciprocity, I also stuffed my spare key card in his pocket.

On Friday morning, Yan Shen drove me to the design company.

I stood downstairs waving goodbye, but he suddenly took out his wallet, took out two cards from Grandpa Mao and handed them over.

"I have a meeting in the afternoon. It may end late. You can take a taxi back after get off work."

I burst into laughter: "Are you trying to keep me?"

Before Yan Shen could speak, I walked away without looking back: "Boss Yan, I'm not as poor as you think."

What's more, I won't go home tonight.

Where are you going?On weekends, of course I'm going to the bar to hang out!

147.

Every November [-]st, I must spend in the bar.

Sometimes the next day is not a weekend, but I will also appear in a fixed seat unshakably.

After tonight, I will be 27, one step closer to the thirty mark.

When the clock hit six, I got up from my seat and stretched.

A colleague who got along better stuffed me with some gifts, and I slowly opened them while switching WeChat accounts.

The temporary group has been set up, and it is made by a few small zeros who usually have fun.

They were talking about how to decorate the bar inside, and they wanted to surprise me.

I twitched the corners of my mouth, thinking that if you really want to surprise me, then you don't have to drag me into the group.

The plan is listed so clearly one by one, it seems that they will come to claim credit from me when the time comes.

I stuffed the unpacked chocolate into my mouth, cleaned up my appearance briefly, and called a car to go to my destination.

In the past, not many people would come to the bar so early, but today, all the familiar people appeared at the scene.

I stood at the door, looking at the few people standing on the stool with their buttocks upturned and hanging decorations inside, I couldn't help but curl my lips.

How should I express my thanks?

I stepped forward and slapped each of the rows of buttocks.

148.

Xiao Qiao Hip No. [-] rolled his eyes at me unceremoniously: "...Damn, you damn Gu Tianxing, I thought that stinky hooligan from last week came to seek death again."

I shrugged. "Did someone bother you last week?"

I sighed, it felt so good, I couldn't hold back and went up and kneaded it twice.

Let me touch the little hip No. [-], turn your face and cast a wink: "Yeah, I came to look for you last week, but you weren't here."

No. [-], the little buttocks, jumped off the stool and hung it on my back: "Brother Gu, why didn't you come last week? We still wonder if you have found a partner."

No. [-] Xiaoqiaohou chased him away holding the ribbon stick: "Whoever finds a partner here, it can't be Gu Tianxing."

Looking for a partner...

The face of Yan Shen when he was downstairs in my company this morning and looked at me through the car window flashed in my mind.

With a slight smile, his eyes are slightly curved, and there seems to be a little tenderness hidden inside.

I felt like I had been electrocuted, and I withdrew my hand from Xiaoqiaobutt.

No. [-] Xiaoqiao buttocks blinked: "Touch me, my new leggings, do they look good?"

Me: "...it looks good."

He bared his teeth and rubbed against my arms: "It's your birthday, don't I have to dress up?"

I opened my mouth, and so many flirting words that I blurted out in the past were suddenly blocked in my throat, and I could only raise my hand to touch his head.

"Play casually tonight, I treat you."

149.

I lay back on the sofa, my mouth was filled with the complex taste of cream and wine.

The cake was ordered by the bar owner, a benefit for old members.

The one nestling in my arms is still No. [-], named Qiao Yu, with a baby face that looks pure, but in fact, the crowd is very violent, and the next door can be called to knock on the door many times when I open the room.

I take him out every birthday night, like it's a habit he's set in his first year at the bar.

Many people said that if one day I settle down, then the partner should be Qiao Yu who didn't run away.

Amidst the deafening music, I glanced at the boy who kept hooking my belt in his arms, squinted my eyes and took another sip of wine.

"Gu Tianxing, you're going to be a year older again!"

I slapped him on the waist: "31 flowers for a man."

Qiao Yu giggled: "Return the flowers? Flowers are meant to be picked."

It's okay not to mention this episode, but when I mention it, I feel nervous all over, and suddenly feel a little guilty.

The nervousness could not dissipate for a while, and it became more and more intense. I planned to drink to relax myself.

Yet a hand was on my glass, preventing it from touching my lips.

At the same time, I heard a few people beside me whistle and call out Brother Yan.

150.

I turned my head stiffly.

Yan Shen stood behind the sofa expressionlessly, glanced at the person stuck to me, then pinched my chin, and kissed me hot.

All of a sudden there were boos one after another, the hot temperature on my lips made my hairs stand on end, and my hands trembled.

My eyes were still open, and from the corner of my eye I could clearly see a circle of people excitedly watching us booing, but that was just out of the corner of my eye.

Yan Shen is the only one in my main line of sight.

His eyes were closed, his nose bridge was high, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

He is unhappy.

I closed my eyes, pressed the back of his neck, and opened my mouth to meet him.

Yan Shen seemed to have lost control.

His hands are so strong that my jaw hurts slightly.

I don't know how long it took, but he backed away when I was dizzy.

In the noisy background, his voice was almost inaudible.

But I caught it clearly.

"I thought you would go home this time... When can I wait until the day you have had enough fun?"

After listening to his words in a daze, I only saw the back of him turning and leaving.

The colorful lights kept hitting him staggeredly, clearly making his upright figure more eye-catching, but I unexpectedly tasted a trace of disappointment and loneliness.

I saw someone leaning towards him, with a slender hand on his arm.

I looked at the person who touched Yan Shen, and suddenly my heart seemed to be pulled tightly by someone.

This feeling is very strange, I do not understand.

Yan Shen stopped, looked at the person coming, but pulled his arm away without hesitation.

The stone blocking my heart suddenly collapsed, and my heart beat faster.

I don't know if it was because of too much alcohol and my brain was hot, I jumped up from the sofa, squeezed through the crowd, and grabbed his wrist.

Even though I drank so much wine, my throat was dry for a while, and I almost couldn't make a sound.

It seems that the sound of my heartbeat has drowned out all the noises around me.

I looked into his dim eyes, and moved my lips with difficulty: "...Return, that's it."

The author has something to say:

Double update (1/1), I'm so happy.

Congratulations to child Gu Tianxing for taking the initiative to take a step forward!