The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

The dark corridor was completely silent, only the sound of Jiang Muye's rapid breathing remained.

The faint overhead light just hangs above Xie Xingzhou's head, and a faint halo shines down, illuminating his eyes looking directly at Jiang Muye, but it is not full of starlight like before, but full of cool white and cold alienation.

But his luscious lips are still beautiful, but they are so beautiful that it hurts - Jiang Muye didn't want to hear what he said just now a second time.

After a moment of silence, Xie Xingzhou's lips moved again.

Jiang Muye was dizzy. Seeing the lips of the person in front of him opening and closing under the dim light, he felt so depressed that he raised his hand to cover it without thinking, "Don't...don't say any more, I don't want to hear .”

This time Xie Xingzhou was very obedient and didn't struggle, letting Jiang Muye's trembling palm cover his mouth, while the tip of his nose rubbed against the thin callus on Jiang Muye's palm.

The warm breath and soft lips rubbed against the palms of his hands, Jiang Muye's palms trembled even more, and even a thin layer of sweat broke out.

Xie Xingzhou covered half of his face, but his exposed eyes became more and more eye-catching. He stared straight at the person in front of him.

Jiang Muye was getting more and more drunk, he couldn't distinguish between reality and phantom, even the conversation between the two of them just now forced himself to forget completely.

Only the overwhelming discomfort and the feeling of lack of oxygen lingering in his heart, he also looked directly into Xie Xingzhou's eyes, watching Xie Xingzhou's trembling forehead hair sweeping between his brows, and Xie Xingzhou's trembling eyelashes, as if he was trying to seduce him One step closer.

A gust of wind brought a dead leaf in from the small window in the corridor, and it fell to the ground with a soft sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Muye slowly let go of Xie Xingzhou's hand, wrapped his arms around Xie Xingzhou's waist, bowed his head and kissed him.

Xie Xingzhou just snorted softly and didn't push him away.

Feeling the person in his arms tiptoeing slightly, as if responding, Jiang Muye was slightly stunned, and his slow movements quickly became irritable.

The sound of a bunch of keys knocking on each other rang, and Jiang Muye gently pushed Xie Xingzhou back to the door of the rental house.

Then there was the sound of Jiang Muye inserting a key into the lock, the sound of opening the door, and the sound of kicking down the wooden stool at the door...

Xie Xingzhou never struggled or resisted, Jiang Muye was so happy that his head was dizzy, his breathing gradually became deeper and faster, and his movements became more and more wanton - he even felt that what happened just now was Xie Xingzhou joking with him.

Until there was a "click", Xie Xingzhou turned on the light of the rental house with his backhand.

The bright light was a bit dazzling, Jiang Muye couldn't adapt for a moment, he paused, and closed his eyes in discomfort.

Xie Xingzhou leaned back slightly, his lips were red from being bitten, there were still glistening water stains on his lips, and even his eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor.

Jiang Muye shook his head and opened his eyes, dazzled by the hook, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss the person in his arms again.

Xie Xingzhou quietly leaned against the wall at the door, and when Jiang Muye was about to kiss him, he raised his hand to touch Jiang Muye's eyes.

Xie Xingzhou's eyes, which were slackened by demands and kisses, revealed a deep infatuation. He murmured to himself in a low voice: "His eyes are beautiful, but it's a pity..."

'Your eyes are really like his, I like it so much. '

Jiang Muye shuddered all over, and froze when he tilted his head for a kiss. He slowly turned his eyes to look at Xie Xingzhou, and his chaotic eyes gradually became clear.

Xie Xingzhou withdrew his hand and smiled innocently at him, as if to say—look, it was like this countless times before, doing the most intimate things with you, but I was thinking of another person in my heart.

"what."

After a while, Jiang Muye smiled wryly with the corner of his mouth pulled.

His eyes were red, his fists were tightly clenched, and he was completely awake from the wine.

The strength in his hands gradually dissipated, Jiang Muye let go of Xie Xingzhou, and his half-bent waist straightened.

He looked down at Xie Xingzhou for a long time, his thin lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Xie Xingzhou didn't give him a chance, he pulled him down by the neck, smiled next to his ear, and asked him, "Aren't you going to do it?"

Kissing, sex, but what they used to like most, but there was no love at first, and then a fool slowly fell in love.

The most ridiculous thing is that he still thinks that the other party loves him badly.

In the end it was just a joke - he, Jiang Muye, was a joke.

At this moment, Xie Xingzhou smiled beautifully and cruelly. He leaned against the white wall behind him and slowly unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.

The hickey mark Jiang Muye left on his white collarbone yesterday hadn't disappeared, he rubbed it with his fingertips, bewitching people: "If you do it, don't make such a deep mark this time, okay?"

Jiang Muye stared at his every move, his hands were so hard that his nails were almost digging into his flesh.

Where did Xie Xingzhou want to have sex with him, but he was just reminding him over and over again that they used to just take advantage of each other, and there was never only sex but no love between the two of them.

And he was so arrogant that he felt that as long as he didn't nod his head, Xie Xingzhou couldn't leave him.

All this was absurd and ridiculous, making him feel uncomfortable and unable to breathe.

Seeing that he was not moving, Xie Xingzhou took the initiative to lean over and kiss him, even put his hand on his lisianthus tattoo, and slipped inside.

The charming muffled hum suddenly rang in his ears, Jiang Muye trembled, and pushed Xie Xingzhou away as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"It's too late, I'm leaving first." His voice was hoarse, he hurriedly dropped a sentence, turned and left.

"boom--"

In a panic, he kicked the stool at the door again, Jiang Muye staggered a step, his back was panicked and embarrassed.

……

The voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on and off, and the wind blew in from the wide open door and got into Xie Xingzhou's open neckline.

Xie Xingzhou shivered slightly from the cold, and slowly pulled up his clothes.

After a while, he stopped staring at the door, smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, then stood up and pushed the door shut, turning into the bedroom.

Putting on his pajamas, Xie Xingzhou walked slowly into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he turned on the shower head, he didn't pay attention to the temperature of the hot water in a daze. The scalding hot water poured down, causing his shoulders to hurt.

Xie Xingzhou walked away with a hum, and turned off the faucet with his backhand.

The skin on the shoulder was hot and red, and blisters were formed, which was very painful.

Xie Xingzhou looked in the mirror and lightly touched it with his fingertips, a burst of heart-burning pain hit him, and his eyes turned red instantly.

Then the tears began to fall unstoppably, and I couldn't stop it no matter how hard I tried.

Xie Xingzhou blankly raised his hand to wipe it off over and over again, the pain in his shoulder gradually disappeared, and the tears did not stop.

Why cry, what's the big deal.

Xie Xingzhou pinched himself, got under the nozzle to take a bath, and let the tears wash down with the bath water, covering up his inadvertently revealed fragility.

After taking a shower, it was already very late, and the street lights outside the window were all off.

Xie Xingzhou walked to the window, drew the curtains and prepared to go to bed, but suddenly stopped when he turned around.

He turned around suspiciously, opened the curtains and looked out, and there was a figure leaning against the street lamp not far away, with a sweater and hat on his head as in the afternoon, facing the direction of the rental house with his head bowed, motionless.

Jiang Muye is sick.

Xie Xingzhou looked away, pulled the curtains abruptly, got into bed and lay with his back facing the window.

A few minutes later, the phone by the bed rang.

The first time Xie Xingzhou ignored it, it continued to ring the second, third time...

Xie Xingzhou impatiently stood up and leaned against the head of the bed, grabbed the phone and picked it up.

He didn't speak, waiting for the other person to speak.

After a while, Jiang Muye's hoarse voice came through the electric current: "Xie Xingzhou, there is one more thing I want to ask you..."

He seemed to be hesitating, and did not say the following words over and over again.

Xie Xingzhou gave a symbolic "Yes", before Jiang Muye continued, with a forced smile mixed in his tone: "Who is carved on that piece of mahogany you left in the apartment?"

Why did he ask this, Xie Xingzhou's expression froze slightly.

"It's not you." He said hastily, and was about to hang up immediately.

"Understood, don't hang up first..." Jiang Muye leaned against the streetlight, staring at the closed window opposite him in a daze, he seemed to let out a long breath, and asked quickly: "Xie Xingzhou, what do you have? For me?"

Not portraits, not woodcuts, not love... Then is there anything that really belongs to him, Jiang Muye?

Xie Xingzhou was silent for a long time.

What is only for Jiang Muye?

It was really hard for him.

After a long time, Xie Xingzhou said: "That unfinished piece of jade."

"Yu..." Jiang Muye was slightly stunned, subconsciously reached out to touch his heart, but there was nothing there.

Yes, where is his jade?

Looks like he threw it in the trash can of the apartment.

Jiang Muye stood up abruptly, turned around and headed towards the apartment. After walking a few steps, he remembered that he was still on the phone, and then hurriedly said to Xie Xingzhou on the phone: "I see, I'll go find .”

There was no answer on the phone, so he took down the phone to check, Xie Xingzhou had already hung up the phone.

Jiang Muye was so full of the missing piece of jade that he couldn't care less about the phone, put away his phone, hailed a night taxi, and rushed back to the apartment.

Jiang Muye was not familiar with the newly changed password for the apartment, so he pressed 1024 several times before finally entering it correctly.

He pushed open the door and broke in, before he had time to change his shoes, he went straight to the trash can in the living room, dumped out the little garbage left in the trash can, squatted on the ground and rummaged through it in the dim light outside the window.

Aunt Song has to clean up every day, and there is basically no rubbish in the trash can, except for a few pieces of paper balls and packaging bags.

Jiang Muye held the trash bin unwillingly and shook, not letting go of a scrap of paper, but how could the trash from so many days ago still stay here.

The trash can was thrown aside, rolled a few times along the wooden floor of the living room, and stopped in the corner.

Jiang Muye grabbed a handful of hair in frustration, and threw his head back on the sofa. The uncomfortable feeling of palpitations and throbbing came again, and he had to cover his heart and lower his head for a while.

After the feeling of arrhythmia passed, Jiang Muye got up from the ground, sat on the sofa dejectedly, and called Aunt Song.

Just as Aunt Song fell asleep, she asked him drowsily, "Xiao Ye, what's wrong, it's so late?"

Jiang Muye endured the discomfort, and asked Aunt Song where all the garbage was dumped these days in a fairly normal tone.

"It's at the public garbage collection place downstairs in the apartment." Aunt Song was a little surprised, "Did you throw something away, Xiao Ye?"

"Understood." Jiang Muye hung up the phone, got up from the sofa without even thinking about it, went out again with a drowsy head, and went straight to the garbage collection place downstairs.

The garbage collection place is regularly cleaned up, but the remaining garbage is mixed together, and it still emits a rotten smell from time to time.

Jiang Muye had never touched such a dirty thing in his life.

He threw the jade himself, so he had to find it himself.

It was quiet around, and there was no one there.

Standing next to the huge trash can, Jiang Muye suppressed his nausea, took out all the trash bags that Aunt Song used to use from the big trash can, and searched carefully one by one.

The stench of the kitchen waste lined up came straight to the tip of his nose, mixed with the wine he drank, causing nausea.

Jiang Muye didn't hold on for long, and suddenly felt sour in his stomach.

He held his breath, lay down beside him and vomited wildly.