The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

Xie Xingzhou had just come to the capital from Luohai City, and Xie Xingzhou hadn't recovered from the exhaustion of the journey. He didn't think much about it, and refused: "It's too late, you still have to train tomorrow."

"Don't delay the training." Jiang Muye chuckled.

In his twenties, when he is full of vigor, he has a lot of energy to vent. There is no such thing as tired, and he is afraid that he will not be satisfied.

Xie Xingzhou frowned imperceptibly, and said, "Don't you still want to see the portrait?"

Jiang Muye was taken aback, and then remembered what happened at the dinner table.

"Look." He picked up Xie Xingzhou and put them on the sofa in the hotel. Next to the sofa were their luggage.

Xie Xingzhou slowly found a picture album from the pile of luggage, took out a piece of drawing paper from it, and handed it to Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye leaned on the armrest of the sofa, raised his eyebrows and took it.

The sketched half-length portrait on the drawing paper, still wearing a shirt, has a much softer expression, not half as sharp as Jiang Muye's, but it is indeed Jiang Muye's outline and facial features.

No, to be precise, it looks like it doesn't look like it. In short, it shouldn't be at the level of Xie Xingzhou's realistic paintings.

Jiang Muye couldn't find a reason why he drew it like this, and there was only one reason, that is, Xie Xingzhou didn't pay attention when he drew this picture.

He frowned, not in a bright mood, "It doesn't look like a painting."

Xie Xingzhou on the sofa was startled, he obviously didn't expect Jiang Muye, a layman, to see the clue, he subconsciously tightened his palms, pulled back the painting in Jiang Muye's hand, and quickly said, "I was in a bad state when I was painting. "

Jiang Muye didn't like this, and snorted coldly, "Is it better when you draw them?"

Why was he in a bad state when he was drawn?

Xie Xingzhou secretly bit his lip, not wanting to worry about the painting anymore.He stood up from the sofa, took the initiative to lean into Jiang Muye's arms, raised his head to kiss his Adam's apple, and said softly, "Stop talking about this, okay?"

Jiang Muye pinched his waist resignedly, and smiled, "Didn't it affect the training?"

Xie Xingzhou raised his hand to cover Jiang Muye's mouth, as if shy, he bit his Adam's apple lightly.

Jiang Muye couldn't bear it any longer, and carried Xie Xingzhou into the bathroom until midnight.

Xie Xingzhou was so sleepy at night, he lay meekly beside Jiang Muye to sleep.

Jiang Muye was full of energy and didn't feel sleepy. He thought about the painting again, and he pinched Xie Xingzhou's earlobe and said, "There will be a test in a few days, draw me another one, make it more similar."

"Okay." Xie Xingzhou replied in a daze.

Only then was Jiang Muye satisfied, and hugged him to sleep.

The days of sparring are boring, but they cannot be absent. Xie Xingzhou has never been able to find a chance to leave the sports center.

Until the test match a few days later.

The assessment competition is divided into individual skills assessment and team competition assessment. The coach of the sports center will be the referee to select outstanding individuals and groups for the next training.

For the teams that come to participate in the training camp from various cities, the assessment competition is very important.

On the day of the team competition assessment, the gymnasium in the sports center was open to the public. After hearing the news, there was an endless stream of people from nearby college students to watch the competition, and the venue was packed to the brim.

There are also volunteers organized by the sports center in the stadium to maintain order and distribute water and towels to the players, so support staff like Xie Xingzhou seem insignificant.

Luo University had the first game in the afternoon, and Jiang Muye played steadily as usual, with his superior appearance and perfect three-pointers, he could attract screams wherever he went.

Xie Xingzhou stopped at the entrance of the venue for a short time, then turned and left.

Meng Siyi drove to the gate of the sports center to pick him up.

The two hadn't seen each other for more than half a year. Meng Siyi looked at him with moist eyes and said, "Xing Zhou, you've lost weight, did you not take good care of yourself?"

Meng Siyi was a few months older than him, she was said to be a childhood sweetheart, but she always liked to be his older sister.Xie Xingzhou smiled helplessly, "It's because you haven't seen me for a long time."

"Yeah, since you went to Luohai City to go to university, we can only see each other twice a year." Meng Siyi drove the car, looking for flower shops along the way.

She stopped at the entrance of the flower shop, turned to look at Xie Xingzhou, "Buy me a bouquet of flowers."

Xie Xingzhou looked at the flower shop surrounded by flowers outside the window, his eyes were dim, and he said, "Go and buy for me, don't want white ones, but red roses."

"understood."

Meng Siyi opened the door and got off the car, and soon came back with a large bunch of fresh red roses. The fragrance of the stamens quickly spread in the car. Xie Xingzhou hugged the flowers in his arms, and touched the cold petals with his cheek.

The two stopped talking, and Meng Siyi drove to an uninhabited villa area on the outskirts of the city.

The rich people who used to live in this area have all moved away, but within three or four years, this place has become a wasteland that no one takes care of. Weeds and vines grow around the abandoned villas.

The yard of only one villa was kept clean, and a dense evergreen tree was planted in the yard.

There was a blue swing hanging under the tree, and next to the swing was a stone table and several stone benches. On the stone table were the flowers that Meng Siyi had put down last time. They had withered and were waiting for someone to replace them.

Xie Xingzhou got off the car with the rose in his arms. He walked under the tree, placed the flower on the stone table, and stood silently in front of the tree for a long time.

Meng Siyi also stood not far from him without saying a word.

I do not know how long it has been.

A gust of wind blew, the leaves of the evergreen trees rustled, and a line of tears rolled down Xie Xingzhou's cheeks.

"Xingzhou, it's not your fault." Meng Siyi would enlighten Xie Xingzhou like this every time he came here.

The fire in the toy store back then was unexpected. The eldest brother Duan Jize, who grew up with them, went in to buy a game console, but never came out again.

Xie Xingzhou still fell into deep self-blame, his voice couldn't help trembling, "If I didn't like that game console, brother wouldn't..."

"Stop it, Xingzhou, don't say it." Meng Siyi was also suffering, she took Xie Xingzhou into her arms, and leaned against each other with sobs.

The two stayed together in front of the evergreen tree for a whole afternoon, and when they returned, the cloudless sky in the suburbs had turned into the color of dusk.

Xie Xingzhou's eyes were half-closed under the halo of the evening light, and he asked Meng Siyi who was driving: "How is Aunt Duan doing?"

"It's still the same." Meng Siyi sighed, "Now I'm recuperating in a nursing home. When I get sick, I always say that my brother is still there, and I don't let the people who escaped from the fire back then. I always feel that others have harmed my brother. If you want to see her, just look at the gate of the nursing home, don't go in."

Xie Xingzhou closed his eyes and leaned on the car seat, "Let's talk about it later."

"it is good."

In the stadium of the sports center, the assessment competition is in full swing.

In the first half, the University of Los Angeles basketball team was far ahead and scored a score that was difficult to pull back.

During the intermission, Zhao Lin bumped into Jiang Muye's shoulder excitedly, "Captain, you are awesome today, you can shoot three-pointers as soon as you want, just like playing a game!"

Jiang Muye took the towel handed over by the volunteer, wiped off the sweat dripping from his neck, and laughed at himself for his peacock-like behavior.

He glanced at the auditorium. The huge venue was crowded with people, and he didn't know where Xie Xingzhou, who had thin arms and legs, was hiding.

Besides, it was so noisy and there were so many people around, could Xie Xingzhou see his game clearly?Can painting calm down?

It wasn't that he wanted Xie Xingzhou to watch his competition, it was just that Xie Xingzhou promised to draw him a picture in the assessment competition, so he couldn't break his promise.

"Brother Mu, what are you thinking? It's time to play." Guan Cheng reminded him.

"It's nothing." Jiang Muye returned to his senses, and took one more look at the audience before going on the field.

The second half was still going very well. After winning this game, the next training camp will be stable.The game time is approaching, and the players of the Luo University team became more and more excited, and the score was getting bigger and bigger.

Only Jiang Muye was a little impetuous, because he still couldn't find Xie Xingzhou in the auditorium.

A thought that I had never thought of before came to my mind—maybe Xie Xingzhou didn't watch the game at all.

Jiang Muye impetuously made a dangerous three-pointer, and the card ended the game at the last second.

The audience cheered loudly, and the team members embraced excitedly, but Jiang Muye was not in the mood. He threw the bounced basketball and walked straight towards where Kong Rui was sitting.

"Coach, where's Xie Xingzhou?" His eyes were piercing, sweat dripped down the hair on his forehead, and his chest heaved violently.

Kong Rui looked around the seat behind him, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I don't know, there are quite a lot of volunteers today, I haven't seen him, maybe I gave myself a vacation, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Muye's face darkened, he turned and left the venue, not even staying to listen to the results of the game.

After returning from the outskirts of the city, Meng Siyi stayed with Xie Xingzhou for dinner. The two were in a bad mood and drank some wine.

Meng Siyi was too drunk to drive, so she couldn't see Xie Xingzhou off, so she had to call a taxi and take Xie Xingzhou to the entrance of the sports center.

"Xingzhou, don't think about it, I didn't ask you to come back to see you sad." Before getting out of the car, Meng Siyi took Xie Xingzhou's hand and said a little drunk, "When my brother was here, you were so cheerful. Ah, when will I be able to see the former Starship?"

Xie Xingzhou smiled at her, "Is that so?"

"It's uglier than crying! You better stop laughing!" Meng Siyi laughed, but there was bitterness in her smile.

Xie Xingzhou was a little more awake, and closed the taxi door for her, "Go back and rest."

After Meng Siyi left, Xie Xingzhou stood at the entrance of the sports center for a while, and then walked in with a long breath.

It was already dark at this time, and the stadium was quiet, with lights on.

A housekeeper was doing the cleaning, and when he saw Xie Xingzhou walking in, he said, "You're late, today's ball game is over, come back tomorrow!"

Xie Xingzhou was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered to check the time. It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the game had already finished.

He couldn't help shaking his unconscious head, nodded to the cleaning, turned around and walked out slowly to the nearby hotel.

The hotel where he was staying was just a few hundred meters away from the sports center, usually a few minutes away. Xie Xingzhou stopped and stopped along the way because he was drinking, and walked abruptly for half an hour before reaching the door of room 909.

After standing at the door for a while, he opened the door and walked in.

The lights in the room were not turned on, Xie Xingzhou thought that Jiang Muye was not there, but the next second, he was dragged by the wrist by someone who suddenly appeared in the darkness and threw him onto the bed.

Jiang Muye held him down, his voice was terribly deep, "Xie Xingzhou, where did you go this afternoon?"

"It hurts." Xie Xingzhou cried out in pain as his wrist was about to be pinched.

"Drinking?" Jiang Muye smelled a strong smell of alcohol when the person under him opened his mouth. He was irritated again, and said coldly, "Who did you drink with? Who else do you know here?"

Xie Xingzhou looked at him with dazed eyes, and smiled wryly, "I'm from the capital, and I have friends here, and you never seem to care about me."

Jiang Muye was taken aback. He really didn't care about Xie Xingzhou's extraneous affairs. The first time he provoked Xie Xingzhou was because Xie Xingzhou and Su Ruan looked alike.

He and Xie Xingzhou met for the first time when they went to the warehouse of the student union to move the referee table.

Xie Xingzhou was in the warehouse drawing illustrations for the billboards of the student union. He was wearing an apron dyed with colorful paints, holding a palette in his hand, and was carefully tracing the cartoon characters on the billboards with his head down.

The angle at which Xie Xingzhou bowed his head was almost like that of Su Ruan.

Seeing that Jiang Muye froze, but his reason told him that it was impossible for that person to appear in Luo University because he was far away from abroad, so he thought he was hallucinating, the table in his hand was not held firmly, and the legs of the table knocked to the ground.

Xie Xingzhou was startled by the loud noise, spilled the paint in his hand, and looked up.

His face didn't look like Su Ruan's, and even looked better than Su Ruan's. Jiang Muye heaved a sigh of relief, but when Xie Xingzhou looked at him, his eyes were suddenly filled with starlight.

"Your hand." Jiang Muye strangely reminded the person who had been staring at him for a long time.

Xie Xingzhou took a quick glance at his hand, then quickly raised his head to look at him, his eyes almost overflowing with remembrance and reluctance, as if he was afraid that he would leave.

Jiang Muye walked over in a strange manner and handed him a piece of paper.

Xie Xingzhou's hand was trembling as he picked up the paper, and accidentally smeared the paint on the back of Jiang Muye's hand.

Jiang Muye clicked his tongue lightly, looked at him and said, "Dirty."

"En." Xie Xingzhou snorted from his nasal cavity, his eyes still traced Jiang Muye's eyebrows and eyes, and the factor wandering in the air was instantly ignited, sparks sprang up between the two of them.

Jiang Muye grabbed the bone-like wrist in front of him, and pulled Xie Xingzhou towards him.

Then the two kissed together in a daze, and the colorful paints in each other's hands blended together, staining everywhere, and knocked down the billboard behind them, and the small space in the warehouse was messed up.

When they met again for the second time, they got into bed.

Over the next year or so, they kissed and made love at different times and places, and they did the most intimate things, except that they never pryed into each other's secrets and each other's past.

Looking at the man with moist eyes at this moment, Jiang Muye realized that this seemed to be the first time Xie Xingzhou had accused him of not caring about him.

Xie Xingzhou had drank alcohol, his eyes were covered with a layer of blurred eyes, his lips had teeth marks bitten out by himself, and the broken hair on his forehead was wet with the thin sweat overflowing during the struggle, he had a lovely appearance .

But the more pitiful he looks, the more he loses the coldness in other people's mouths during the day, the more Jiang Muye wants to break him and see him become more pitiful.

There was a faint standing lamp in the room, and the yellowish light was just enough to illuminate their appearance in each other's eyes.

Jiang Muye avoided answering Xie Xingzhou, but leaned into Xie Xingzhou's ear, and talked about the competition that Xie Xingzhou had left behind, "Why didn't you come to the examination competition, and the painting you promised me?"

Xie Xingzhou was so drunk that he was dizzy. Although he was still conscious, he couldn't remember any paintings.

He shook his head.

"Can't remember?" Jiang Muye snorted coldly, pinched Xie Xingzhou's shoulders and turned him over to lie on his stomach, pressing heavily on his back.

Xie Xingzhou only heard a sparse sound behind him. Jiang Muye randomly took a piece of paper and a paintbrush from the sofa beside him, threw them in front of him, and said, "Then draw now."

Jiang Muye's kiss landed on the back of his neck, he was forced to pick up the paintbrush, half propped up his body, and tremblingly wrote down a stroke.

The hand that holds the paintbrush all the year round is stable even in this situation, but the body is unstable, and the lines on the paper are still drawn crookedly.

"Draw seriously." Jiang Muye's voice was harsh.

The pen in Xie Xingzhou's hand shook again, the sharp tip pierced the drawing paper, making a tearing sound.

Xie Xingzhou threw away the pen, grabbed the corner of his pillow and cried.

He turned around and kissed Jiang Muye back, as if begging for mercy.

The ink on the drawing paper in front of him was a mess, and it was impossible to see what was drawn.Half of Jiang Muye's anger subsided, he raised his hand and swept the drawing paper and pen to the ground, and pressed Xie Xingzhou into the soft goose down pillow.

Today's Xie Xingzhou was extremely insecure. In the second half of the night, he didn't know whether he was confused by the alcohol or was dizzy from exhaustion. Crying and telling Jiang Muye not to leave, saying he was afraid.

Jiang Muye was tightly bound, and for a while he had no restraint. When he woke up in the morning, the person in his arms was hot all over.

Jiang Muye got up and leaned against the head of the bed, just about to reach out and push Xie Xingzhou, when he received a call from Jiang Wenshan.

The old man was as serious as ever. As soon as the phone was connected, he said in an orderly manner: "You have been back for so many days, why didn't you tell your family? I will ask the driver to pick you up and come back before noon."

"Got it." Jiang Muye hung up the phone impatiently.

Xie Xingzhou on the side closed his eyes, showing no signs of being woken up. Although his face was flushed, he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Jiang Muye looked at him for a while, got out of bed, put on his clothes and left.

Capital Hongfu villa area.

Jiang Muye had a serious and boring lunch with Jiang Wenshan, and after the meal, he accompanied Jiang Wenshan to feed the fish by the artificial pond in the yard.

Jiang Wenshan patted the fish food off his hands, knocked on Jiang Muye's body with the crutch beside him, and snorted a few times, "Sweatshirt, sweatpants, you're 22, and you throw a basketball all day long Throw it away, when will you be able to return to work?"

The Jiang family has a huge family business, but Jiang Wenshan loves his dead wife very much, and has not remarried for more than ten years. He only has a son like Jiang Muye under his knees.

These years, Jiang Wenshan's health has become worse and worse, so he hopes that Jiang Muye can finish his studies as soon as possible and go home to inherit the family business. He disdains the sports played by these young people with Jiang Muye.

Many of Jiang Muye's tempers were learned from Jiang Wenshan. He knew Jiang Wenshan's violent temper.

The father and son always fought when they were young, but now that he is grown up and sensible, he rarely quarrels with Jiang Wenshan, and casually replied, "Graduation."

"Hmph." Jiang Wenshan snorted, noncommittal, grabbed a handful of fish food, and sprinkled it into the pond one by one.

After a while, he turned his head and asked Jiang Muye, "You heard from the secretary that you finished yesterday's test match and are taking two days off. What are your plans for this afternoon?"

Jiang Muye leaned over the arch bridge on the pond, staring at the koi playing in the pond in a daze, "Go to the nursing home."

Jiang Wenshan paused, and said slowly, "Okay, I should go and have a look."

After that, he patted Jiang Muye on the shoulder, turned around and walked into the house, his voice was much older, "Your mother has been away from me for more than ten years, but luckily your boy was rescued by someone. That woman is a poor person, Our Jiang family will not be ungrateful, so take a good look at her for me."

"En." Jiang Muye responded, and did not stay at home for long before going to the Hongfu District Nursing Home.

This nursing home is a public welfare project of Jiang's family. It is divided into two parks, namely the mental nursing home and the elderly nursing home.

The person Jiang Muye wanted to visit was in a mental nursing home.

In Ward 107 of the Mental Sanatorium, a middle-aged woman with a haggard face was sitting in a wheelchair in a hospital gown, holding a man doll in a white shirt in her arms, and was staring at it with a smile.

The nurse guarded behind her with a bowl of rice, and called her cautiously: "Madam, let's have a meal, and we can play after we have a meal."

When the woman heard the sound and turned around holding the doll, she suddenly rushed over and snatched the food from the nurse's hand, and poured it on the doll in her arms, but she fell all over herself.

She chanted frantically: "Give it to my son, my son is hungry, my son is going to eat..."

The nurse was startled, knowing that she was sick again, so she quickly wiped her with a towel and comforted her: "Don't worry, madam, he has already eaten..."

But the woman pushed the nurse away, laughed and cried, and said nonsense, "My son is gone, is my son gone?"

The nurse stuffed the doll into her arms and said, "Yes, here it is, madam, please hold it."

The woman looked down at the doll in her arms, the doll's face was still covered with food stains, she was only quiet for a while, then threw the doll away, holding her head and screaming, "This is not, this is not my son, my son is not cloth baby……"

Seeing that she couldn't persuade her, the nurse got up and prepared to go out to call the professional doctor in the nursing home.

When she reached the door, she bumped into a tall figure head-on.

"Are you here?" The nurse was stunned, and hurriedly bowed slightly to Jiang Muye, making way for him to go in.

Jiang Muye glanced inside the door, walked in with a serious expression, bent down and helped the woman on the ground up.

The woman struggled for a while, turned her head to see his face, and suddenly fell silent.

"Son, my good son, you are here, you have finally come to see mother..." The woman smiled happily, stood up from the ground, patted the rice stains on her body awkwardly, and held Jiang Muye's hand Go to the balcony of the ward.

Jiang Muye let her pull him, his eyes softened.

The woman pointed to a fake potted plant on the balcony and said to him, "Look, son, this is the Clivia raised by my mother. Does it grow well?"

Jiang Muye smiled and nodded: "Okay."

The woman also laughed, "Mom remembers that you like Clivia the most, why haven't you come to see mom for so long, mom misses you so much."

The woman said she reached out to hug Jiang Muye, but Jiang Muye held her arm without refusing.

However, the next second, the woman who was caught in the joy of reunion suddenly froze for a moment, stared at Jiang Muye for a while, and then rushed towards him like a madman. The sharp nails swiped at his jaw, cutting a deep gash, blood Immediately dripped down the wound.

Jiang Muye hissed softly in pain, while the woman pointed at him sharply and cried, "You are not my son, my son is dead, my son died to save you!"

"Why wasn't you the one who died! Why was my son! Why!" The woman cried so hard that she grabbed the doll in her hand and threw it at Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye turned his head to avoid it, and the doll hit the door panel behind him, making a loud noise.

The doctors in the nursing home were alarmed, and a group of people rushed into the ward and held down the sick woman.

The nurse hurriedly took Jiang Muye out of the ward.

The screaming voice of the woman behind him continued, "Why didn't you die! Remember, your life was given by my son, and you were the one who let him down!"

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