Good day and beautiful scenery

I am also a person who doesn’t have many friends. This is due to my withdrawn and indifferent personality. In the few companies I worked for before, there were quite a few people who laughed at me among my colleagues. I don’t care, and I don’t think it’s necessary. explain.

I was shocked by Uncle Li's "confession" suddenly, and I was inevitably moved in a mess.But being moved, he began to feel sorry for the two of them.

In fact, I don't know much about their previous experience, I can only vaguely guess from their past words. Their relationship is based on the life-and-death affection they fought shoulder to shoulder in the past, and it is a life-and-death relationship.Therefore, it is hard for me to imagine what will happen to Uncle Li if Uncle Yun ends up being unlucky.

When thinking about them, it is inevitable to think about myself, me and Shen Yan.

When the two of us first got together, we didn't pretend to be hard-working mandarin ducks, we also endured a lot before we got together.I always thought that no matter how many homosexuals out there split up and get back together, Shen Yan and I would definitely be able to live together.

I don't know where my confidence comes from. When I really broke up, I realized that I was ridiculous and had such arrogant thoughts.

The reality did frustrate me, but my partner was changed to Uncle Li and Uncle Yun. I have seen their wholehearted trust and love for each other, but they still have to face the ending of separation after all. I can't help but feel sad.

Maybe in this world it is true that no one can live without him, I can do it, let alone someone like Uncle Li.But if you really want to think about it, the fact is that maybe it is because there is one person missing, and the days to come can only be dealt with.

Uncle Li had already walked in front of me, probably asked me something, turned around before hearing the answer, only to see that I was still standing in the same place in a daze, walked back a little funny, stood in front of me and smiled Say, "Are you feeling sorry for us?"

I didn't speak, but he smiled again, turned around and walked forward slowly, and said lightly: "No need, your Uncle Yun is more open than you."

Perhaps I was thinking too much, there is actually a lot of helplessness in Uncle Li's words.But what he said was right, Uncle Yun himself had already handed over his life and death to God.

I quickly followed, walked beside Uncle Li and asked him with a glimmer of hope: "Is there a better way to go to another hospital?"

"He didn't think it was necessary." Uncle Li had already folded his hands and lit a cigarette when he spoke, then turned around and handed me the cigarette case, asking if I wanted it.

I smoked one, and lit it at the cigarette butt he handed over, but after taking a puff, I started coughing violently. The cough made my whole chest hurt, and I had to bend down and endure it.

Uncle Li was a little surprised and asked: "Aren't you smoking? Why are you still choking like this? Does it matter?"

I waved my hands, my throat was a little sore, and I smiled bitterly in a hoarse voice: "I haven't dared to catch a cold recently, and I'm not used to it in just a few days."

"Are you all right? Look at your complexion." After a pause, Uncle Li said again, "Don't think that being young is not a problem, you still have to take care of your body. Uncle Yun must say the same about you when he sees you. "

On the way down the mountain, Uncle Li answered a phone call. His tone was not very good. He said "um" coldly and then hung up. Then he told me that there was something urgent to deal with, and he would invite me for tea next time.

At night after returning from the mountain, around seven or eight o'clock, someone knocked on the door at home.

I heard it, but didn't think to get out of bed to open the door.I haven't been in good health for a while, and I feel exhausted after a little activity, and I don't bother to move when I lie down.But the people outside the door were very persistent, the doorbell rang sharply and harshly, and I had to get out of bed for the sake of my ears.

Standing outside the door was Shen Yan.

I'm not surprised.In fact, I met him at the police station that day, and I thought he would come over that day.Counting it, he was quite a few days late.

Through the anti-theft door, I asked him what happened.Shen Yan touched his nose, it was probably frozen, the tip of his nose looked a little red, he said to me: "Xiao Jing, I just want to see you."

"What do I look good on?"

"Your hand..." Shen Yan looked at my injured arm, frowned and asked me, "Is the injury serious? Why didn't you tell me that day?"

"Good morning." I said, but subconsciously hid my hands behind my back.

"I asked the police station to know what happened to you. You didn't know. I was scared to death. I asked them to take me to the guy. If I didn't get stopped, I would fucking screw that guy's head off ..."

"Shen Yan!" I didn't have the energy to listen to what he said, so I interrupted him coldly, "I don't need your intervention in my affairs, do you understand?"

"Xiaojing, I'm worried about you..."

"It's all over, I'm still alive, there's nothing to worry about."

As I said that, I wanted to close the door, but Shen Yan reacted faster, holding the door frame with one hand, and leaning against the door panel with the other, begging me with a blushing face, "Xiaojing, let me take a good look at you...I miss you ..."

"But I don't want to see you."

Shen Yan stared at me with a stiff expression, and gradually the circles of his eyes turned red. He closed his eyes, sniffed again, and said, "I know you don't want to see me. Xiao Jing, I hope you have a good life no matter what. ..."

I stood indifferently, and didn't bother to push him, I knew I couldn't push him, so I was so annoyed to death, annoyed how he still had the face to come to the door to say these things, and I was even more annoyed by myself, the two of us have gotten to this point Tian Di, I still feel a little bit reluctant for him to be in such pain, even though it may just look like it.

I was a little discouraged and said: "You have also seen that there is nothing wrong with me."

"But I'm not fine at all!" Shen Yan suddenly became agitated, shook her head in pain, and said, "Xiao Jing, I'm really sad, look at me, I'm very sad, I really feel like vomiting... "

I thought he was crazy at first, but it was only after I heard that he was crazy about alcohol, but apart from the fact that his face was redder and the beard on his chin was a little rough, I didn't find that he had drunk alcohol, which seemed to be quite a lot, but my nose seemed to be Out of order, can't smell anything so close.

"Have you been drinking?" I impatiently reached out to support his drooping head and let him look at me.

I know him, unless he is being poured on the wine table, Shen Yan's self-control is probably better than anyone else's. He doesn't drink, and he usually takes care of my allergies to alcohol, and he doesn't even have wine at home.

I don't know if he was too drunk to hear me, or if he deliberately refused to answer me, I tightened my finger on his chin, and asked again: "Are you fucking drunk?"

"No, I didn't drink..." He struggled a few times but couldn't break free from my hand, he simply grabbed my hand, pressed his hot face into my palm, and showed me a drunken little smile, " I just drank a little..."

Just a little?Could it be this reaction at all?

It's not that I don't know that he actually has a capacity for alcohol. He used to take me to participate in their office's activities, and his colleagues yelled at him and poured water on him.

Now that he was completely drunk, he had the nerve to say that he didn't drink much.

Seeing that he was frowning so tightly that he was really about to vomit, I had no choice but to let him go and let him enter the room.He was still able to walk, and he could find out where my bathroom was. He rushed in and threw up while hugging the toilet.

I stood by the door with my arms folded and watched coldly. After he finished vomiting and washed his face in front of the tap, he looked more sober, and I asked him: "Did you drive here just now?"

Shen Yan came out and stood beside me, maybe he couldn't see clearly, he squinted his eyes, and said stiffly: "I didn't drink too much."

"Is that what you drove yourself?" I asked again.

"Xiaojing..."

If he refused to answer me directly, it was tantamount to acquiescing.I suddenly became angry, and stretched out my hand to slap him on the face, then pushed his chest, and cursed in a cold voice: "Shen Yan, it's your own business that you want to die, but please don't!" Can you drag me in too, I can't stand it!"