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After He Jing yelled, Han Zhao stopped holding the hand of the mouse, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

In the stagnant air, neither of them spoke.After a while, Han Zhao pulled away He Jing's arm, pushed away the chair, turned and left.

When he left, the computer was left open, and there were many tabs open on the browser, all of which were information about hospitals and doctors.

He Jing took a closer look, then closed his eyes in annoyance, deeply feeling that his anger was really not the right time.

In summer, the days are long, and although it is late, the sky is still hazy and bright.The students after school flocked to play in the alley downstairs, and they were being called to dinner by the adults upstairs.

The voices of various marketplaces were real and distant. He Jing sat with his head down in front of the computer for a while, then stood up and lumbered into the bedroom.

There was no one in the room, and the door leading to the balcony was open. He looked around and saw Han Zhao sitting outside.

The people outside the window didn't seem to want to be disturbed, He Jing silently typed for a while, and then walked over.

Hearing someone approaching, Han Zhao didn't look back.He was sitting on a wicker chair, with an ashtray by his hand, smoking one cigarette after another.

A gust of wind blows away a lot of the smell of smoke.He Jing muttered for a while, then struggled to open his mouth.

"I……"

Han Zhao raised his head, and He Jing met his gaze, feeling guilty suddenly.Whether it's voyeurism, or jealousy because of it, it's not the self he can accept.After the word "I", the words on the lips were all muddled into a pot of porridge.

Seeing that he couldn't continue, Han Zhao turned his head away and continued to smoke and look at the scenery.When the cigarette was about to run out, He Jing finally moved and squatted down beside Han Zhao.

"sorry."

The tone of the apology was very sincere, but there was no response from the other party.

Seeing that he was ignoring people, He Jing pressed his face against his hand, and rubbed it flatteringly.

Han Zhao froze slightly, pulled out his hand, and spoke coldly.

"Apart from Lin Qiao, is there anything else you can't mention? Tell me as soon as possible."

"I... didn't mean that." He Jing defended feebly.

Han Zhao ignored him and continued talking on his own.

"I had sex with a woman for the first time when I was 16. I fell in love with a boy in the next class in my second year of high school. I hooked up with Lin Qiao for several years in my freshman year. After breaking up with him, men, women, Shanghai, Hangzhou...you want me to be careful I really can’t count them, and some people even forget their names.”

Things are not going well for Han Zhao recently, after being yelled at by He Jing, the whole person is in a state of looking for a fight.

"I never pretended to be innocent in front of you. If you can't stand those things in the past, break up as soon as possible."

What he said was too much, He Jing still looked at Han Zhao silently, but his eyes were completely different from the begging for mercy just now.

The wind stopped, and the balcony was a little stuffy.He Jing was silent for a while, then suddenly stood up and turned to enter the room.

Han Zhao thought his departure was the beginning of the Cold War.Unexpectedly, He Jing came back after a while, still holding a law book in his arms.

"I came across this when I was looking up legal articles." He Jing flipped through the book, took out a photo and held it between his fingers to show him, "the photo of you and Lawyer Lin."

Han Zhao's expression was a little surprised. He stared at the photo for a while, then reached out to take it.

It took only a few seconds for his emotions to leak out, and then he looked up at He Jing and asked calmly, "What's wrong with the photo?"

"Last summer," He Jing pointed at the book cover, "you still read him, don't you?"

"What are you thinking about with a photo?" Han Zhao said in a cold tone, "I put it in the book as a bookmark."

"When did you break up?" He Jing asked, "Isn't this when you were studying?"

Han Zhao took the law book in his hand and put the photo in it.

"We're still friends even after we broke up."

He Jing took a deep breath, before Han Zhao continued to say: "Besides, it has nothing to do with you."

"Irrelevant?" He Jing raised his voice involuntarily, "I face him every day, every day! Your ex-boyfriend!"

"Lin Qiao is already married! What's the point of you digging up old things?" Han Zhao's face was full of impatience, "I'm not sorry, let alone you! If you look at him every day, you might as well stop doing it. !"

After he finished speaking, He Jing was stunned for a few seconds, then turned and slammed the door and left.

The sound of the door closing could be heard faintly from the living room. Han Zhao sat on the balcony and smoked another cigarette. He didn't enter the house until it was completely dark.

It was early dinner time, but I had no appetite to eat.Turning on the TV and calling the game, he got up to get a beer from the refrigerator, but when he opened it, it was empty.

A game without wine is like a dish lacking in salt. After watching it for a while, Han Zhao turned off the TV in despair.

That's it.

When he went to bed early, he remembered that he used to be a master of singing every night, if he got angry with someone, he would have to go out and play hard, and he had to come home later than the other party, so he was convinced Just give up.

But having said that, there has always been a limit to what he can bear.Think about yourself as a powerless person, but there are always people who really dote on you.When I was young, I squandered such treatment recklessly, and when I realized that it was a precious and rare thing in the world, it was already too late.

Under the orange light, Han Zhao held the unfinished "Cancer Biography" in his hand, and his mind was far away.

At night like this, he thought of Lin Qiao. Although he hadn't seen him for a while, he didn't feel any strangeness when he thought about it.

Thinking about it, Han Zhao couldn't help smiling wryly, and he didn't feel so good when they were together.When it can no longer be redeemed, everything is different—tempered has become unpretentious, being unable to let go of figure is self-restraint, being sincere and lovely to ask for whatever one wants...not to mention Lin Qiao's originally glamorous body. That side is gone.

Unconsciously rubbing the tail ring on his little finger, Han Zhao understands the importance of Lin Qiao in his heart now.The phrase "has nothing to do with you" that he said to He Jing today was not an angry word - the constant contact between him and Lin Qiao had nothing to do with anyone, not even Lin Qiao was involved.

Speaking of He Jing, alas.

There were various coincidences interspersed in the meeting and getting along between the two of them, step by step to the present, they simply don't know what to do with He Jing.

Just when his thoughts were chaotic, the door outside was opened with a "click".

The people who came in walked very lightly, changing shoes without making a sound.A moment later, He Jing leaned halfway in from the bedroom door.

Han Zhao, who was leaning on the head of the bed, was uncovered. He put down the book, raised his chin slightly, and looked at the person not far away.

He Jing lowered his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and walked in.

Seeing that he was holding a beer in his hand, Han Zhao opened his mouth and gave him a step.

"Run out to buy wine?"

He Jing nodded slightly, walked to the bed and sat on the floor.He casually tore off the outer cardboard packaging, took out a can of cold beer, and handed it to Han Zhao on the bed.

There were two "clicks, clicks", and in silence, the two opened the cans respectively, and poured the foamy liquor into their mouths.

After taking a sip of wine, He Jing tugged at the tie around his neck, pulled it into a flat loop, and hung it loosely around his collar.

Then he said, "I'm scared, not just because I'm jealous of that photo."

Han Zhao tapped the can lightly with his nails and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

"If it's someone else, just look at it, but that's Lawyer Lin—he's almost my idol."

Han Zhao laughed at himself: "Do you think I'm not good enough for your idol?"

He Jing seriously shook his head.

"You used to be very good. Lawyer Lin should have loved you very much. Maybe not just in school... You are a good match, but now you are strangers..." He Jing looked at Han Zhao, "What I'm afraid of is that even Lin The lawyer failed to make it with you, so why do I think... I can go to the end with you..."

After that, his voice became lower and lower.Han Zhao looked at He Jing for a while, then sat up and stroked his hair.

"think too much."

He Jing lowered his head and smiled wordlessly.

"I was a good person and well-behaved when I was a child. My parents and teachers loved me. After entering the university, my name was hung on the school gate for a summer vacation. We all know it."

Han Zhao smiled: "A child from someone else's family."

"Isn't it? The children of my relatives hate me to death." After He Jing said this with a smile, he suddenly fell into deep thought.

"But there are people out there, aren't there? There are some students in the university class who are rich and well connected, who can read and play."

He Jing raised his head and took a sip of the beer, the bitter foam pressed against the base of his tongue, bringing a cool feeling.

"I told myself that it doesn't matter. They rely on their parents, and I rely on myself. So I worked very hard..." He paused slightly, "There are also boys in school who say they like me. I think dating is a waste of time. Refused."

Han Zhao shrugged: "The world of the top student is really scary."

He Jing smiled: "Actually, it didn't catch your eye, right? I didn't know what liking is until the day I met you, and I didn't realize that there is such a thing as love at first sight in this world."

Han Zhao was silent.He swears to God that he never deliberately teased him at that time.

He Jing sighed, and continued: "It's said that it's a blessing in disguise, but you don't know it's a blessing. If I hadn't been thrown out by Hewei later, I wouldn't have dared to confess my love to you. So sometimes when I think about it, I really want to thank that Attorney Yang who didn't want me. .”

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Of course I also want to thank Lawyer Lin, he is good, I know."

As the night gradually deepened, the two just drank beer and chatted with each other.Most of the time, He Jing said and Han Zhao listened.He Jing told him a lot about his feelings when he was secretly in love, and also talked about some things in the company.By the time the third can of beer was opened, he had lost his previous sitting posture, lying on the edge of the bed with his head resting on Han Zhao's lap.

Fingers scratched Han Zhao's knees restlessly, and He Jing said, "Lawyer Lin has a really good figure and good skin."

Han Zhao frowned, thinking to himself, where did this guy go wrong after drinking a few cans of beer?

"How much worse am I than him?" He Jing suddenly raised his head and looked up at Han Zhao.

Because of the effect of alcohol, his eyes were a little blurred, and with the wrinkled white shirt on his body, there was a hint of style on his brows.

Han Zhao stared at him for a while, then curled up his fingers to caress the corners of his eyes, and praised him sincerely, "It's so beautiful."

He Jing bent his eyes and smiled, no longer dwelling on the previous question.

When he lowered his head again, he pulled down Han Zhao's pants, buried his head in his penis.

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