the man's thin body stiffened, and he bowed his head silently.
ah qing is right, he is a trouble.
there is no one here who needs him, likes him, and his existence is just trouble.
he shouldn't be living in this world.
jian qing walked over and opened the curtains, and the golden light sprinkled on the man's thin body, making the person more and more quiet and weak.
he frowned, unable to utter any more ugly words, "get up and change your clothes, i'll let you go out to dinner, and after dinner you'll go home." it
took cheng wen two seconds before he responded softly, lifted the quilt and clumsily got out of bed, and opened the door of the closet.
before jian qing let him move out of the villa, cheng wen only took his own things, jian qing cleaned up the clothes he bought for cheng wen to the warehouse, this time the hospitalization change of clothes was brought by the assistant to the home, all of which cheng wen bought himself, and has been wearing them all these years.
originally bought at a very cheap price, after a long time, it was inevitable that the starting point of the hair ball, wearing on the body is not so beautiful, jian qing frowned when he looked at it, "you really should throw away these clothes, what is the difference between wearing on the body and the rags, ugly to die."
cheng wen buried his head a point lower.
he has always been like this, from the moment ah qing knew him, it was like this, he couldn't afford expensive clothes, he worked in a dirty little restaurant every day, his body would be contaminated with an annoying smell of oil smoke, and he felt very happy to get a salary that the other party couldn't see at all. <
if jian qing had said that he hated him at that time, the little fool would have hidden far away and would never have hindered his eyes.
jian qing saw that the other party did not say a word, only to feel more and more unhappy, "say that you are not happy with a sentence is not it, i am not buying you clothes, you have to wear these rags, poor to whom to see."
in fact, cheng wen was just reluctant to do so, he felt that he was not worthy of such expensive clothes, and he did not want jian qing to spend money on him.
he also didn't know what he had done wrong, just got up, jian qing counted him down one by one, cheng wen was red in the corner of his eyes, he didn't even dare to breathe too hard, for fear of provoking the other party to be more angry, he stretched his body and carefully bent down to tie his shoelaces.
more than four months of stomach has been not small, especially he is thin, it seems to be much older than the same period of pregnant women, squatting down on the legs, such a posture undoubtedly makes men a little difficult, or perhaps because jian qing is present, too nervous, clumsy to even tie a knot.
"stupid to die." jian qing couldn't look at it anymore, and with a cold face, he helped the person up and let him sit down on the edge of the bed, and then squatted down in front of him, picked up the shoe rope three or two times and tied it.
when i looked up, i found that the man was actually crying, and i was stunned.
"what are you crying?"
''i mean you?'' tthe
little fool cried so much that his eyebrows were twisted into a mess, and there was no sound, he subconsciously wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, but just after wiping it, there were tears that could not be controlled to fall down, and the thin body trembled slightly.
it was he who was too stupid, always provoked a qing to be angry
jian qing realized that he was excessive, men were mentally unstable, easy to think wildly, last night it was difficult to find people back, how should he not throw gas on him.
pregnant people also became squeamish.
jian qing sighed, stood up and hugged the person, patting his back, "okay, it's my bad, i shouldn't say you." "am
i wrong?"
"don't cry, you'll see mom and dad later, be happy." he said, reaching out to wipe his tears.
jian qing was gentle, and the most he did to the little fool was to help him wipe his tears, he always made him sad and made him cry.
cheng wen slowly raised his hand to hug jian qing's waist, and called out painfully and hoarsely, "a qing"
in fact, when jian qing was more excessive, it was not untimely, more than now, but cheng wen had never cried like today, as if there was something that he could not bear at all, but something that he had to bear was coming.
they won't be together for long.
separately, maybe today.
cheng wen should have woken up from his broken dream a long time ago, he just didn't want to, he was reluctant to do it, he always wanted to wait a little longer, wait, and stay with his a qing for a second. <
but that second, after all, will pass.
jian qing did not know what was going on in the man's heart, comforted him as usual, said soft words on his mouth, in addition to feeling a little distressed, in fact, there was not much guilt, "don't cry, don't cry."
cheng wen gradually quieted down in his arms, like a docile rabbit, and his red and swollen eyes were stained with indelible sadness and gloom.
the little fool has changed, no longer the happy little fool he once was, it is jian qing who makes him become what he is today, approaching him in the name of love, but never cherishing him, leaving him in the trepidation of being abandoned and disgusted all the time, worried and uneasy.
as he led people outside, jian qing asked, "what do you want to eat at noon?" cheng wen was
actually not used to being held by jian qing in public, because in the past, the other party always disliked him, and sometimes even pretended not to know him outside, as if it was a very humiliating thing to talk to him.
"it's all right." cheng wen replied in a dumb voice.
"then go for a hong kong-style refreshment, your favorite." jian qing made the decision for him.
he was wrong again.
in fact, cheng wen's favorite thing to eat was not refreshments, the reason why he ate several cages of rainbow dumplings that day was simply because he was hungry.
although the exquisite dishes in those expensive restaurants outside are delicious, they are ultimately inferior to the home-cooked dishes made by his mother, and when cheng wen thinks of his mother, he will go to the small shop in yongchang lane to eat a bowl of wontons, because the taste is very similar to that of his mother's hand-wrapped. <
it's just that the price of goods in beijing is too high, a bowl of wontons for more than 20 yuan, he often has to eat it for several months.
if jian qing could get him there, the little fool would be very happy.
however, after a long time, cheng wen would no longer speak his mind, because the other party would not care.
the first two days almost miscarried, the body was weak, and there was no appetite for eating, but when the rainbow dumplings came up, cheng wen still tried to eat a lot.
this was probably the last meal he had with ah qing.
he cherished it.
"is it delicious?" jian qing asked him.
"delicious," cheng wen nodded, and returned to him with red eyes.
"then eat more." jian qing helped him clip a piece of fish roe to sell.
cheng wen smiled at him, clipped the same one to his plate, and whispered, "ah qing also eat more"
"hmm."
this meal was considered to be an early lunch, and at the end of it was already more than half an hour later, jian qing did not eat much outside, and there were still many dishes left on the table. in fact, he didn't eat enough at all, and said to the men next to him when he went out.
"i don't think the food here is as good as yours, and i don't know why you like it so much."
"when you come back from your house, you'll have to make a good meal to compensate me." <
cheng wen stared down at his toes without replying, and the corners of his eyes became even redder.
all he liked was being with ah qing.
"did you hear that?" jian qing looked back at him.
"hmmm, cheng wen replied vaguely, tears smashing on the cyan floor tiles, disappearing in an instant.
the driver was already waiting outside.
cheng wen's family is really remote, if it weren't for this little fool begging him, that kind of bird does not the place jian qing will definitely not go, in the past the drive took more than three hours, back and forth for more than six hours, he did not want to drive such a long car, he called the driver in advance.
after the car drove into the highway, the man sitting next to him began to be in a daze, his eyes were empty and dazed, and he didn't know what he was thinking, as if he was hiding his heart.
jian qing frowned and opened his mouth.
"what the hell is wrong with you?"
"ran out in the middle of the night last night, did cheng ran say anything to you?"
cheng wen shook his head and said, "there is nothing that does not concern ran ran."
"don't think about it, sleep if you're sleepy."
"come and lean on me." jian qing patted his hand.
in fact, he was sleepy and slept comfortably holding a man. <
cheng wen hesitated for a moment, obediently moved over, jian qing wrapped his slightly rounded waist, smelled the fresh jasmine aroma of his hair, and closed his eyes relaxedly.
after a while, he suddenly felt his waist wrapped around a pair of thin arms, and a soft whisper of a man with a faint nasal voice came from his arms, "ah
, huh?" jian qing didn't open his eyes.
"nothing," cheng wen said in a dumb voice.
the little fool just wants to call him more, afraid that he will not have a chance in the future.
by the time we got to murakami, it was nearly evening, and the ink-soaked sunset had stained half of the sky red.
since cheng wen went to the capital to work, it has not been back for two years, as soon as he walked into the alley in his memory, he saw the children playing happily together, and when they saw strangers coming, they were first stunned, and then soon a slightly older child recognized cheng wen, and the childish face showed a playful look, laughing and shouting, "the fool is back, the fool is back?"
when one person said this, the child next to him immediately jumped and jumped in agreement, and the fairy tale was unscrupulous, but it was hurtful.
cheng wen has been ridiculed and used to people since he was a child, and the people in the village often say some gossip behind his back, he is soft and does not count, at most he closes the door as if he did not hear.
naturally, i don't know children like children now.
jian qing couldn't listen to it anymore, his face was getting more and more gloomy, he usually bullied cheng wen, so it was the turn of this group of little farts who didn't have hair to bully him.
blackface couldn't bear to pick up a wooden stick on the ground, and as he walked closer, wen strode toward the bear children, "dare to talk nonsense again, i'll tear your mouths for your parents." "
roll."
the children saw that he was tall and big, and the fierce god was evil, and they screamed, and a smoke scattered and ran.
jian qing threw away the wooden stick in his hand, turned back to the man and said, "don't think about it, it's a bunch of uncultured children, the next time i see them again, i have to beat them up."
cheng wen lowered his head, "it doesn't matter, they're right."