Drunk in love

Part 8

Feng Zheng added, "I promise not to mention you and Song Juhan again, can we be friends?"

"You..." Why did you say helplessly, "If you do what you say, we will still be friends."

Feng Zheng smiled: "Do what you say." Whenever you are free, I invite you to dinner. "Wait

until you're done with the case at hand, there's been so much going on lately."

"What are you doing now?" Listening to the sound is not like at home. He shuddered

, "Well, I just finished work and am going home." "I'm

at a friend's bar, not far from your company, come over for a drink?"

"No, I'm too tired today, and I don't know anyone."

"You're still so afraid of contact with strangers." Feng Zheng smiled lowly, "Are you afraid of me?" There was clearly a subtle hint of spoiling in that voice.

"It's not a matter of being afraid, it's really a little tired." <

"Well, then you can go back and have a good rest, and ask you out another day."

I hung up the phone, calmed down a little, then I smoked my cigarette and drove the car home.

The home is empty, there is no breath of life, he usually rarely eats at home, once the work is busy, he comes home except for a bath and sleep, there is no time to do anything else, here for him, sometimes more like a hotel.

This apartment was also sent by Song Juhan, it really looks like Song Juhan is raising him, although he does not need anyone to raise, but to buy such a house in the third ring, he has to pay back ten or twenty years of mortgage.

Regarding the fact that Song Juhan gave him a caravan, he neither felt humiliated nor grateful, these things do not mean much to him, his material requirements are very low, he is a calm personality even if he rents a house and squeezes the subway, Song Juhan wants to send him something, it is Song Juhan who is voluntary, just like he rushes to like a person who cannot like himself, it is also voluntary. Nothing to do with people.

However, every time he and Song Ju were not happy, he would feel that the car and this house were obstructive, especially this house that was always empty and unpopular, and would only remind himself over and over again how lonely he was, and it also foreshadowed that one day if Song Ju was cold and crooked, he might be lonely forever.

After that day, the two did not contact each other for half a month.

Half a month is actually not very long, Song Juhan is busy, or when he is writing songs in retreat, it is normal to not see a shadow for a month or two, but the last time he was unhappy and dispersed, it is the most intense conflict between the two people in six years, which makes why every day is tormented. <

After the anger subsided, he wanted to call Song Juhan several times, but he couldn't lift the courage, he was not ashamed, but afraid to know whether they had reached the end of the mountain. He tried Song Juhan's time limit for him again and again, and also tested his bottom line again and again, and every time he opened a hole in his heart, he had some masochistic sense of redemption, because now the more disappointed he was, the more he would be better off when he waited for the day of separation, and when he squandered all his feelings for Song Juhan, he should be able to leave in a dashing manner.

Not yet, not yet. He was like running after the lead of the explosives, whether the explosives exploded first, or whether he stopped first, it was not yet known, but no matter where he stopped, the bomb would explode, he would be injured, he knew that if he stopped earlier, the damage would be lighter, but he could not contain his legs.