Good day and beautiful scenery

I don't know if I was disgusted by Shen Yan, or I didn't drink the damn cup of coffee right, but when I got back to the office, my stomach hurt like hell, I rushed to the toilet and even vomited my stomach acid.

The next day I couldn't bear it any longer, so I went to the hospital again and told the doctor truthfully about my daily routine and diet. As expected, I was scolded and prescribed medicine for a few more days.

On the day of the last drip, I ran into Uncle Yun again.But this time it was not in the infusion room, but in the hall outside the pharmacy. Uncle Yun suddenly vomited blood and passed out.

The people around screamed in fright, and I was not far away. From the crowd, I happened to see Uncle Yun's pale face and the dark red blood around his mouth. After reacting for a long time, I rushed over weakly. .

I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. Not long after Uncle Yun was sent for rescue, the nurse came out and said that the patient needed a blood transfusion. The hospital had Rh-negative blood in stock, but they were worried that it would not be enough, so they needed to urgently collect blood donations for backup.

My blood type was the same as his, and I was very glad that I had to work overtime late, and I hadn't had time to get the injection, otherwise I didn't know if I could donate blood.

But then it didn't work.

Uncle Yun woke up not long after he was sent back to the ward. His consciousness was very clear. When he saw me sitting by the bed, he greeted me with a smile.

My eyes are a little sore.

I lied to the nurse that we were father and son, and they believed it easily. They even told me everything about his condition, asking me to pay more attention to his condition in the future, and more importantly, to spend more time with him.

Uncle Yun was shot/shot on the head when he was young and had a craniotomy, but a small piece of shrapnel could only stay in his head because the position of the card was too dangerous.

The doctor said that after too long time, the injured part developed lesions and complications, and multiple organs in the body were also showing a tendency to fail, and the rate of deterioration would be faster as time went on.

Surgery is not impossible, but the conclusion of multiple consultations is that the probability of success is less than [-]%, and it is basically determined that only conservative treatment can be used.

I looked at Uncle Yun speechless.

"You know everything?" Uncle Yun asked me, his voice still sounded weak.

I nodded, not daring to speak, for fear of trilling when I opened my mouth.But my heart is really sad.

Uncle Yun is a good man.But good people may not really be rewarded.

"I'm fine. This illness is nothing." Uncle Yun lifted the quilt and sat up, then slowly got out of bed.

I hurriedly got up to help him, but he stopped me with a wave.Uncle Yun said with a smile: "When I was young, I was hit by knives and bullets. I haven't lived to this age. It's okay, don't worry."

"Uncle Yun."

"It's okay." Uncle Yun shook his head, still smiling, "Everyone has his own destiny, when the time comes, he should leave with peace of mind, or live with peace of mind."

"Uncle Yun..." My nose was sore.

"Don't be like this Xiaojing, Uncle Yun knows what's going on and what to do. You don't have to worry about it. You should come to the store to eat and drink, and you and Uncle Li will accompany you."

I choked my throat: "Uncle Li..."

"He knows it all, I didn't hide it from him." Uncle Yun said it so easily, it felt like he was talking about a bag of rice and a bag of salt bought at home yesterday, "He knew I didn't like him watching, so he didn't come. "

What happened to Uncle Yun made me feel uncomfortable, and I have been in a bad mood since I returned from the hospital.During the day, I was so busy at work that I didn’t have time to think about it, but I didn’t feel anything, but when I got home from get off work, I didn’t want to move at all when I spread it on the sofa, and I couldn’t get excited about doing anything.

Fortunately, after a few days of hard work, I finally recovered.

Uncle Li helped me finish writing the menu, and before he left, he jokingly asked me, "Have you broken up in love again, you look like you're not recovering from drug addiction?"

"Where is it called 'again'?" I scratched my head in embarrassment, Uncle Li laughed, and strode away to attend to his business.

Eating food alone, thinking wildly, occasionally looking up at Uncle Li who is busy.

He is a little older than Uncle Yun, and taller than Uncle Yun. He is well maintained. He hasn't put on weight yet, and his facial features are deeper and three-dimensional. Even at this age, he is still a handsome guy.

Uncle Li loves to joke, and he is also very outgoing. Compared with Uncle Yun, everyone who knows him knows that he is gentle, but he is not as fond of laughing as Uncle Li.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt uncomfortable. I couldn't eat anymore, so I had to pay the bill in a hurry and run out.After walking against the wind for a while on the street, my body became stiff with cold, but my mind became clearer as it got colder.

I think I have pretty good self-control, and it's been a while since I didn't want to indulge that bastard.

Now I suddenly think of him, remembering that when we went out two winter nights, he would always carefully wrap my hands in his palms and stuff them into his windbreaker pockets together.

Then you will feel that everything is worth it for him.

Damn, I'm probably a criminal, if not, why would I think of him, thinking about it, my heart still secretly collapsed, and I started to feel a little bit, forgive him.

Isn't he just playing with a man, he looks like that to recruit people, and he is willing to take care of others outside, so it's hard to say that he didn't take the initiative to post it.Maybe it's someone else, I wouldn't be so angry, but I know that person, so is it heinous?

I really want to hear his voice, so gentle, with a doting smile; I really want to be like a coquettish child, burying my head in his chest, and letting him stroke my back with his generous palm.

His hug used to be the only motivation I used to fight against the loneliness and guilt I suffered after abandoning my family.

It was because I loved him so much and believed too much that we could grow old together that I gave up the whole world in spite of everything.

But I don't think he can also give up on me for a new world.

Fuck Shen Yan!

Bastard Shen Yan!

After returning home, facing the cold walls on all sides, I was still in a bad mood.I miss that bastard more and more, and my body that has been inactive for a long time seems to be getting more and more empty. Even if I keep rubbing/rubbing that place under the quilt, it will only make the evil/fire more intense.

Unbearable, he got up and rummaged through the room to find a business card, which was left by going to a gay bar with Shen Yan a long time ago.

The other party was the owner of a bar. He was very funny and understanding. After all, he knew the secret needs of all the people who called this call.

I'm actually very nervous.

Not to mention buying/chun, when Shen Yan and I were together, we have always been very conservative in this regard. Every time we don’t have too many tricks, it’s just enough to satisfy the other party.

In order to make myself look less nervous, it is best not to behave too cowardly in bed, I opened a bottle of red wine, and before the doorbell rang, I drank it glass by glass.

For me, wine is both good medicine and sex.

I myself have a very average alcohol capacity, only two or three glasses of beer, plus a slight allergy, so I basically don't drink much at ordinary times.Only on a day when the mood is too good and the atmosphere is very suitable, will she pester Shen Yan for a drink, and then do what should be done.

The results of indulgent drinking speak for themselves.

I was so drunk as I wished, I couldn't move on the sofa, and I didn't dare to open my eyes, for fear that if I opened them, the roof would come down.My stomach also hurt so badly that my son burst into tears.

I'm so drunk that I'm so virtuous, but I'm still alive, remembering that time when I came out to my family, Shen Yan knelt by my side for a day and a night outside the gate of my house.

My dad couldn't move him, so he would just pick up something casually and greet me with his head.When I was beaten, he kowtowed outside the door. Even my mother felt soft-hearted, and desperately protected me to escape from my father's stick.

I was hurt on my back and my heart, and Shen Yan knocked his forehead until it was bloody.After escaping, both of us stayed in the hospital for a while, and we really became husband and wife in distress.

The past is vivid in my memory, although the wound on my back has been healed for hundreds of years, but every time I think about it, the pain is still so fresh that it makes people break out in a cold sweat.

I know I don't drink well, rolling on the sofa and crying is more like an idiot.

But I can't control it at all, it's like the water that has accumulated in my heart for the past few years, until today I finally found an outlet to vent.

I just want to cry, to scold someone, to scold that bastard Shen Yan.

I got up in a daze and went to the toilet to vomit, almost throwing up my stomach.But it would be nice to be able to spit it out, and it wouldn't be so uncomfortable now.After throwing up, he crawled back to the living room without any strength, and simply fell to the floor, leaned against the wall and slept with his head in his arms, completely forgetting about calling ducks.

Start dreaming in a daze.

I hate that there is no one else in my dream except Shen Yan.

I was so angry, I pointed at his nose and yelled, aren't you good at acting, if you have the ability, you will act for me for the rest of your life, acting your tenderness and affection, acting that you will never be tempted by anyone except me.

But Shen Yan in the dream seems to be the same as in reality, he doesn't make a sound when he is scolded, either he lowers his eyes and doesn't look at me, or has that innocent and pitiful expression.

He Shen Yan just decided that I was reluctant to scold him even more.

But I caught him once in a dream anyway, how could I let him go easily after enduring it for so long.I scolded so dryly, but my sense of accomplishment was greatly weakened by those who didn't talk back.

I shut up and judged him only with my eyes for the time being.I want to make his infamy nowhere to hide.

I don't know if it's because I stared too hard, but I feel my eyes are sore and painful, and my nose is sore and unbearable.It's so fucking embarrassing, I can still cry myself when I scold others, I am probably the only one in this world, and I really want to "live forever".

I don't want to watch Shen Yan anymore.It doesn't matter if you don't watch it, if you don't watch it, you won't remember his dirty things, and you won't remember the good things you used to do.

I wish I could treat him as a stranger.

But why are you still crying?What is there to cry about!There are tens of thousands of men in this world, and there are quite a few bents. Why lose a piece of rotten wood, just like losing the green forests all over the world.

Bah, bah, bah, don't let me hear the colored words until I forget the adulterer.

But, it's in a dream anyway, can I be shameless for once?

Even if I don't want this person, but he stood in front of me, he still cared for me like that, even if it was pretending, I was still moved.The same goes for my body.

I don't want to deny that my body misses him a lot.Only he can make this body that betrays its master feel.

It's so fucked up, I can't even bend towards him alone.

Since this is the case, I still hesitate, regardless of whether he is willing or not, I pounce on him and grab the back of his head and start kissing him.Damn, I still like his smell.I couldn't help but move my hands on him. I unbuttoned his clothes and stripped him until only the shirt remained, but my hands stopped suddenly.

Probably because I was drunk and confused, and everything I saw had something to do with that bastard.

That shirt was originally a gift I was going to give him on his birthday on the day we broke up.

Excitedly cooked a table of dishes and took a delicious shower, but the person arrived first without replying to the text message.When I walked out, I still regretted it to death. Damn, I didn’t eat a bite of the dishes I finished beyond the standard. I spent so much money on clothes, and I didn’t have a chance to see him wear them.

I didn't expect to dream of this crop in my dreams.

But to be honest, my vision was wrong, it wasn't bad after all, the effect of the clothes on him was really good, it matched his upright face, and his warm and restrained temperament.

Of course, this can't conceal that he is a cheating scumbag.

Thinking of this incident, I also acted rough/roughly, no matter what clothes he has, it is only serious to strip him naked.

When I was pulling down his trousers, I couldn’t unbutton them because my hands were trembling. I was so angry that I kicked and bit him, cursing while biting: Fuck you, you won’t let me fuck you if you let someone else fuck you?I want to go up today!

It's really a dream, I can't worry, I can't untie that bastard's pants, but I was hugged by him, and he even said disgusting words that I used to like to die to coax me.

"Xiaojing, I love you."

Who the hell wants a cheating bastard to love!

"Come home with me, I miss you Xiaojing, I really miss you, I don't even want to take the case without you."

It's better if you don't pick it up, because if you don't have money, you won't hook up with bad guys outside.

But what's the use of saying so much, it's not what I want to hear.I wanted him to apologize, to hear him say he was wrong, that he was just...

Shaking my head, I was really being stupid again.

Keeping your mouth shut and not speaking, just relying on the guidance of desire/desire to satisfy your body that you haven't seen for a long time, so that you can drink so much wine in exchange for a sexual dream.

I have to say that the reason why I love Shen Yan has a lot to do with sex.He understands me very well, and between the beds, I can always sink or climb with him willingly.

He is a simple but earnest and lovely catcher, and I am the fish stranded in him.

I can't remember whether he pestered me, or I kept asking for it through drunken dreams.

I woke up.On the bed in my bedroom.I was in a trance for a while, but the pain of being crushed was extremely real, so real that I really wanted to cry a few drops of hypocrisy.

What came out was cursing, scolding myself for being guilty/slutty, scolding Shen Yan for not being able to keep his cucumbers, and finally even the boss of the gay bar scolding together. My heart-to-heart friend.

Fortunately, the man who didn't know what he looked like didn't appear in my field of vision.He can be regarded as a type of professional ethics, and he will do it after the service and even do the corresponding aftermath.

So I didn't see any unsightly mess, and my body was clean and fresh.

Except for the pain of course.

I lay on the bed, feeling dazed like a lifetime ago, and Shen Yan and I would probably be like this from now on.