Substitute unspoken rules

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Song Yi didn't know how long he sat in the car, it felt like a century, and Xin Shangzhi didn't come back.

He could have driven home by himself, or gone back to the company to practice all night, but for some reason, he just wanted to do nothing but sit.

The cold moonlight shone on the highway, covering the whole world with a layer of gray and gray.

He always thought of the past, and fell asleep thinking about it.

Had a vague dream——

He dreamed that when he was 16 years old, after school, he would go to the Fuzhong intersection to wait for his mother to get off work as usual, and then the mother and son would set up a food stall on the side of the road and sell them until [-]:[-] in the middle of the night before going home to do their homework. He was just a freshman in high school that year.

That day was also a hot summer night, he waited for a long time by the side of the road in his school uniform but did not wait for his mother.

Later, an uncle in a suit and leather shoes came to tell him that his mother had to work overtime that day and asked him to go back first, and then bought him a bunch of candied haws and a bag of fried chestnuts.

The young Song Yi didn't worry about his mother, but under the persuasion of his uncle, he still went home with snacks, because he knew he couldn't make his mother angry, otherwise she would beat him.

Unexpectedly, there was a torrential rain before halfway there. He entered a canteen to hide from the rain. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he had no intention of stopping. He wanted to go home and write his homework first, and then help his mother wash off the dirt. Clothes, he ran into the rain with his schoolbag on, but knocked down a man covered in beige with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

He was so frightened that he wanted to run away, but when he looked up and saw that it was a boy in school uniform who was taller than him and the same size, he stopped in his tracks, and handed over the alcohol and gauze that he kept in his bag at all times, and the boy covered it with his bangs He closed his eyes, stared at him blankly, and waited for several seconds before taking it.

He remembered that he asked the boy "Do you need help?" The boy shook his head without saying a word, and sat on the stone steps. He stuffed the boy with candied haws and fried chestnuts soaked in water, wanting to ask him Do you need help bandaging the wound, who knows that he was threatened by the boy and left.

It was a particularly bad day. I came home from the rain with a cold and a fever. That was the last time I went to the intersection to wait for his mother to get off work~~

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A burst of chaotic footsteps interrupted those vague memories in Song Yike's dream. He raised his hand to wipe his face, but he touched the tears with his hand.

He wanted to roll down the car window to see if Xin Shangzhi had returned, but the car door was slammed open, and he was dragged into a drunken embrace.

Xin Shangzhi violently pushed Song Yike against the car, held him down and kissed him without mercy.

Xin Shangzhi was vicious and violent, he directly opened his teeth and drove straight in, the bitterness of alcohol spread between their lips immediately, and finally there was a trace of blood.

Xin Shangzhi sucked his unhealed lips until he let out a painful "hiss~" before Xin Shangzhi opened his red eyes and let him go.

Xin Shangzhi buried his head into Song Yike's neck, his voice hoarse and dull:

"Why are you still there?"

"Why don't you go first?"

Song Yike was silent for a long time without answering, Xin Shangzhi sucked his neck one mouthful at a time, as if waiting for his reply.

After a long time, he opened his lips and answered an irrelevant answer:

"tired."

Xin Shangzhi's movements paused for a while, his scorching breath sprayed on his neck, and he reached out to unbutton his chest all the way down.

Song Yi didn't resist, and let Xin Shangzhi do whatever he wanted.

Halfway through the solution, Xin Shang held Song Yike's side neck with his fingertips, stroked the place where his tattoo was tattooed with his fingertips, and asked:

"A Song, this..."

Song Yi didn't wait for Xin Shangzhi to finish asking, interrupted him hastily, and asked a question that he thought was ridiculous:

"Xin Shangzhi, will you like me?"

Xin Shang's hand stroking Song Yike's side neck suddenly stopped. He raised his face and looked at Song Yike with extremely complicated eyes. He was silent for a long time without speaking.

Song Yike silently looked at Xin Shangzhi, looking into those deep and charming peach blossom eyes, but he didn't get the answer he wanted.

He almost saw Xin Shangzhi's expression dim in an instant. It was obvious that only him was reflected in those eyes now, and it was obvious that those eyes were full of his reflection now, but there was no love that should be there.

No, nothing! !

It was full of deceit, even the love and pity that was accidentally shown did not belong to him, but to that person named Mu Zixi.

Xin Shangzhi looked at Song Yike motionlessly, and after a long time, he slowly asked:

"A Song, isn't it good that we are doing this now?"

"I can give you what you want, you..."

"Do you know what I want?" Song Yike raised some tired eyes, the end of which was already red.

Xin Shangzhi frowned and leaned over to kiss the corner of his lips lightly, with a soft tone, saying:

"I know, but now I...

I need a little more time. "

"Wait for me, it won't be too long, I can give you whatever you want!"

Xin Shangzhi looked drunk, and his tone seemed very casual, talking about things that seemed indifferent to him, but to Song Yike, it was a glimmer of hope in the past five years.

He didn't know if what Xin Shangzhi said was drunk, but he wanted to take what he said as what he wanted.

Song Yike raised his eyelids and mustered up the last ounce of courage to ask:

"Then what is our relationship now?"

"Nursing?"

"Pao friend?"

"Or ordinary friends?"

Enduring the dull pain in his chest, he tried his best to appear less vulnerable and less embarrassed.

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Xin Shang stared at him for a long time without speaking, his brows were tightly knitted, as if it was difficult to answer this question.

Xin Shangzhi's mouth opened. I don't know if it was an illusion. For a moment, Song Yi felt that he saw a trace of love in Xin Shangzhi's eyes.

It was the one that was different from Mu Zixi's, and the one that belonged to him tightly.

But soon this illusion disappeared, because Xin Shangzhi said slowly:

"sorry!"

"I don't know, let me think about it, Ah Song..."

"Let me think about it. I have a terrible headache now. I've tried to figure it out for a long time, but I still can't figure it out!"

"I can't answer you now, but give me some time, and I will answer you!"

"All I know now is that you can't leave me, you can't leave me!"

Listening to Xin Shangzhi's words, Song Yike felt bitter in his heart.

It was already so obvious, what else could he do.

Xin Shangzhi likes Mu Zixi, just like he likes Xin Shangzhi, making people never forget and hard to let go.

But why is there such a troublesome thing about feelings.People have too many desires, the less they can get, the more they want to get, but they don't want to cherish what they can get.

In terms of love, he is as stubborn as Xin Shangzhi.