Running out of Song Juhan's house, some of them couldn't hold on.
Fortunately, there was no one at night, otherwise the way he looked when he lifted his pants was really ugly.
He ran back to the car, started the car eagerly, and drove home.
Halfway through the road, he suddenly remembered that the car was given to him by Song Juhan, and suddenly there was a surge in his stomach, slamming the steering wheel and braking the car sharply on the side of the road.
He leaned wearily against the back of his chair and slowly closed his eyes.
In the past six years, Song Juhan can not be described as bad for him, houses, cars, expensive gifts every three to five, red envelopes for the New Year's Festival, the same is not less than him, when the mood is good, he will also hold him tender and sweet, in general, as long as he can endure the uncertain temper, the two people are quite harmonious, Song Juhan has not treated him badly.
As for Song Juhan sleeping with others and spreading gossip, that was not something he could manage, just like he said to Feng Zheng, Song Juhan did not like him, it was not Song Juhan's fault, there was neither a commitment nor an agreement between the two of them, and he knew very clearly that the pain he experienced from Song Juhan was all his mediocre self-disturbance, and he was willing.
He thought that after so many years of running-in, he could already endure many of Song Juhan's bad deeds, but today he still underestimated the extent of Song Juhan's asshole.
He felt half a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and touched it for half a day before he found the lighter.
Because Song Juhan didn't like it, he wanted to smoke a cigarette and hide it.
He opened the car window and let the damp and cold wind pour in, and the smoke rose and blurred his vision. As the smell of nicotine swirled back and forth in his lungs, his confused brain also woke up a little under the stimulation of tobacco. <
It's really ridiculous, his feelings for Song Juhan, how to see how it is a joke. The joke was like a knife hanging above his head, for years, he was waiting for the knife to fall, waiting for Song Juhan to say goodbye to him, he had been preparing for that day, and now, he felt that it was not far from that day.
The phone rang suddenly, why did his heart flutter a little, and he quickly took it over, and when he saw that it was a strange number, he exhaled a breath and answered the phone: "Hello?
"Why, it's me." Feng Zheng's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Well, say." Why's voice was very cold, he was usually this virtue, after the verbal conflict that day, it was even more impossible to give Feng Zheng any good looks.
"I want to apologize to you for what happened that day."
"Nothing."
"Your umbrella is here with me, I'll give it back to you when I have time."
"Just an umbrella, no need."
Feng Zheng smiled bitterly, "I just want to have an excuse to see you again and give me face."
Why sighed: "Feng Zheng, what do you want to do?" Feng Zheng's
strength can't help but make people want to be crooked, it has been six years, and Feng Zheng has no need to be attentive to him at all. But he still didn't believe that Feng Zheng would have an old love for him.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "Just a little miss you, think of the good times we have had." HHe Gu's
heart was suddenly a little sour, and he couldn't help but recall his and Feng Zheng's moments in college, they really had a good time, although most of the time it was only ambiguous, and finally fell apart unhappily, he was also very uncomfortable. The only two people in his life who have moved their hearts are Feng Zheng and Song Juhan, he is a very long-term person, otherwise he would not like a person for so long, Feng Zheng in his heart, has always been placed in a corner sprinkled with sunshine, it is the green onion years that can never go back, because it is really beautiful, so he can't be too cold to this man.
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.
One day he really couldn't help it, quietly called Komatsu, he deliberately picked is eleven o'clock in the evening, think Komatsu should have gone home a little, did not expect the phone to be connected, there is the sound of KTV, Komatsu's voice is not small, in KTV also deliberately pulled his throat and shouted: "Hey, why brother."
Why closed his eyes: "It's me." "
Wait, I'll go out and talk to you." Komatsu obviously drank a little wine and had a bit of a big tongue.
After a while, there was a lot of silence on the other side of the phone, so why did he say, "Komatsu, you haven't come home yet?" "Don't
you go out with Brother Han to play?"
Why did I regret making this call, just now Song Juhan should have heard it... He was completely unfamiliar with Xiao Song, and what he was fighting for, Song Juhan didn't have to guess.
"Why brother?" <
"Oh, oh, let's play, I'll hang up first."
"What's wrong?" You must be calling me for sure. Komatsu burped, "It's okay, I'm not tall, you say." Why was
he silent for a moment: "Is Ju Han okay lately?"
Xiao Song paused, and his voice was a little more serious: "Very good, just busy, you two haven't seen each other recently?"
"No..." Why didn't he know the significance of this phone call for a while, so he had to harden his scalp and say, "How is he feeling these two days?"
"It was a good two days. The first half of the month, Mom, it was terrible, my resignation letter was in my pocket, but fortunately I survived.
"Oh..." Somehow didn't know what to say again.
Komatsu also felt a little embarrassed: "Brother, did you two quarrel?" "It doesn't
count."
"When Brother Han is in a good mood, I'll mention you to him."
Why smiled bitterly: "Thank you." "What is he like like this? Waiting for the emperor's flop concubine? He also had to rely on Xiao Song, a close eunuch, to help, otherwise the emperor would have forgotten him long ago. It's interesting.
But he really wanted to see Song Juhan, and he couldn't be satisfied with just looking at the photos and videos. <
Sometimes, he was glad that in the past six years, Song Juhan had never given him a little hope, otherwise he would be tortured to death by his own possessiveness and imagination.
After hanging up the phone, he sat frozen in the dark for a while, and then turned over the new album that Song Juhan released last year. The 65-inch TV he bought has arrived, such a large size, it looks really grand.
Why lean into the soft sofa, look at the handsome and evil night-king-like man on the TV, listen to the sex whispering in the ear like a magic spell- the hoarse voice, the heart can not suppress the soft trembling.
There are so many people in the world who like Song Juhan, but he can be so close to Song Juhan, he should be satisfied.
He admonished himself, contentment, contentment.
A ringing phone will wake you up. He opened his eyes suddenly and found himself asleep on the couch at some point, and Song Juhan's album had been released.
He took the mobile phone, it was already more than two o'clock in the middle of the night, it was Xiao Song calling, he felt a pang in his heart, it would not be Ju Han's accident.
He quickly answered the phone: "Hey, little..."
"Brother Why, Brother Han is in some trouble here, can you come over?"
Why did his heart tighten, and jumped up from the sofa: "What's wrong?" ""I
don't know how the fans know that he is here, and now the fans have blocked the front and back doors of the KTV, and Han Brother has drunk wine and is angry."
He was relieved, he also thought that Song Juhan was in danger, he said, "I am now in the past... Hey, isn't there someone in your company who deals with this? He was afraid he wouldn't be able to help in the past.
Komatsu said awkwardly, "Well, if the boss knew about it, he would blame me for not protecting Brother Han's whereabouts, so..."
Why did he understand: "Give me the address, I'll be there in a moment." He quickly put on his clothes, grabbed his key and rushed out of the house.
At night, there were few cars, so I ran two red lights in a row and rushed to KTV as fast as possible.
Sure enough, the KTV door was jammed with crazy fans, as well as passers-by.
Why did he squeeze a crowd of people to the door, and he stood out from the crowd of little girls, looking quite abrupt.
The KTV bodyguard who was standing at the door looked at him: "Are you..."
"Yes, why am I?"
The bodyguards put him in.
The waiter took He to the box, and before he could get to the box, he heard Song Juhan furious inside. <
Roll, I'm going home, who the dares to stop Lao Tzu-
Brother Han, there are all your fans outside, your image is not good...
Fans fart, what is a fan? It's just a bunch of idiots, do they know me, do I know them? Go away!
There was a clanging sound inside.
Why push open the door, I saw Xiao Song sweating profusely to stop Song Juhan, and there were two male waiters next to him, looking panicked.
After Song Juhan saw why, he was stunned and frowned: "How did you come?" He looked at Komatsu, "You let him come?" You're bold and fat, who the made you make up your own mind!
"Brother Han, Brother Han, you listen to me, tomorrow you wake up drunk and scold me, now you listen to me well, if you are photographed like this, Song will always kill me." Komatsu was about to cry, and kept looking at Why for help.
Why did this understand that Xiao Song was looking for him to appease Song Juhan, otherwise there were so many bodyguards and waiters inside and outside, it was obviously easy to get Song Juhan out, but Song Juhan was now drunk and angry, and it was likely that his temper would break out under the push and shove of fans, in case he said or did something terrible, he would be in trouble. <
Why did he walk over: Ju Han, you calm down, there are really a lot of your fans outside, maybe there are reporters, now...
Song Juhan grabbed his collar: Who the let you come, roll!
Why didn't he bother with him, but gently grabbed his hand: "Ju Han, you don't usually drink much, don't let alcohol control yourself, okay?" Why
the appearance is very straight, three courts and five eyes, no difference, the facial features are upright, neither particularly outstanding nor faulty, handsome, but also give people a reliable, trustworthy feeling, when he comforts people with serious eyes and gentle and thick voice, can give people an unusually reassuring power.
Komatsu gave the waiter a look, and several people withdrew, leaving only two people left in the private room.
Song Juhan waved away his hand and said in a rough voice, "I want to go home, here is suffocated, let those fools outside let me go."
Why pressed his shoulder and made him sit on the couch, squeezing the back of his neck with a strong hand: "I'll send you home in a moment, now you calm down a little, okay?" Song Juhan
closed his eyes, why pinch him very comfortable, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his breathing was much smoother.
Why look at his slightly fluttering eyelashes, thinking of his wayward and irritable look, the corners of his lips can't help but evoke a bitter smile. SSong Juhan likes to give him a massage, in order to let Song Juhan have one more reason to stay with him, he deliberately went to learn Tuina, in fact, in order to be closer to Song Juhan, he has made a lot of efforts, but Song Juhan probably will not know for a lifetime.
After pressing for a while, Song Juhan really calmed down, so he quickly poured him a glass of water.
Song Juhan took a sip of water and opened his eyes to look at why: "When did your relationship with Xiao Song become so good?" "We're
not doing well."
Song Juhan smiled sarcastically, "Didn't you let Komatsu call you over today?" You think you called him at night I don't know? I was right next to him. I
didn't know how to explain it, so I simply acquiesced.
Song Juhan sneered, and his tone was a little proud: "It's only half a month, I thought you would hold out a little longer." Why was
my heart a little blocked, and my head was so heavy that I couldn't lift it.
Song Juhan drank again, suddenly put the water cup on the table, and somewhat rudely grabbed He's hair, forcing him to raise his head, and his hot lips blocked it hard.
Why there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.
Song Juhan wantonly swept away He's mouth before letting go of him.
He licked his lips, and a pair of black and white black eyes looked at Song Juhan without blinking. <
Why did the slightly confused look when licking his lips make Song Juhan tremble in his heart: "Miss me, don't you?" He pinched Song Juhan's chin, and lingling eyes looked like he was looking at his own belongings.
He nodded.
"How much do you want to?"
"I think about it every day."
Song Juhan stretched out his finger and nodded at why he's heart: "Is it here that I want to..." Then the other hand moved down and pinched the waist of Why, "Or is it more like here?"
He held his face and kissed him tenderly: "I want to." Song Juhan
smiled, his mood suddenly improved a lot, and he knew why he couldn't do without him.
Why did he show a shallow smile: "Let's go home."
Song Juhan did not move, he gently caressed He Yuan's face with his slender fingers, and his eyes were deep: "Zhuang Jieyu told you what I am playing with others?" Somehow the
smile froze.
Song Juhan smiled: "It's true, sometimes I am tired when I encounter halfway through, which is too disappointing, so I will find two." He deceived Why, and the rosy lips delicately depicted the lip line of Why, "But I never play with you, do you know why?" He was
expressionless and said in a deep voice, "I don't play." ""If
you want to play, you can't do it, I don't allow it." Song Juhan pinched the face of Why: "You are very clean, you have been following me since graduating from college, the circle of life is also very simple, I don't like sets, so I like your cleanliness." Got it? Don't let anyone touch you, because that's your only advantage. Why
look at his favorite face, only to feel that the face is blurred, blurred to the point that it is a little unclear. His heart was suffocating and throbbing, so much so that it was difficult to organize his speech. Finally, he just nodded calmly, his face like a mask of an iron wall, blocking the sword from the outside and blocking emotions from the inside.
Song Juhan looked at why the clouds were light and breezy, frowned slightly, and kissed him hard like a negative breath: "Let's go, go home."
He stood up, he walked behind Song Juhan and looked at the back, even if it was a back, it seemed to radiate light.
He spent ten years following this back, he tried his best to get closer and closer, but it was only so, the gap between the two of them would never disappear, even if he grasped a piece of Song Juhan's clothes, what could he change.
Why take a deep breath and can't help but smile.
In fact, it was almost the same as he guessed, Song Juhan did not break with him for so many years, it was nothing more than doing - love and comfort, as well as safety - safety in various senses, he did not go out to mess - to engage, nor to break his mouth, and would not cause trouble for Song Juhan. Today, Song Juhan's words are nothing more than confirming his conjecture, nothing.
In fact, he felt that he and Song Juhan were exchanged at the same price. Song Juhan got security from him, he got companionship from Song Juhan, and both of them got what they wanted, and they were both happy.
As for the pain and despair he experienced, it had nothing to do with others, just like he liked Song Juhan, it was only his own business.