Thousands of silence

The sky without a cloud is blue enough to make people lost.Xi Nian was wandering on the playground with the sky as the background, carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, wearing a white shirt, dark jeans, and black canvas shoes, kicking the stones on the ground carelessly. He was waiting for someone.

Not far away came a tall, dark and strong man, Xi Nian almost didn't recognize him.

Liu Cenjin approached Xi Nian, holding an iPhone 4 in his hand. The first reaction he saw was to smile, and said honestly, "Did you see my Weibo? I added you. My name is brother, I used to be very simple."

Xi Nian slightly bent the corner of his mouth, but didn't smile, and said awkwardly, "I see...it's still an iPhone client."

Liu Cenjin seemed to be encouraged, and his spirits were revived. He said, "You always think I'm outdated, but not now."

Xi Nian nodded: "Well, you are following the trend now." He looked up at his increasingly chiseled face and muscular shoulders and asked, "Where did you buy the phone?"

"Someone on the street asked if they wanted [-] apples, so I bought them."

"It's so cheap, I'm afraid it was stolen."

"No way!" Liu Cenjin frowned, "Then do you want to call the police?"

"No, no need." Xi Nian said hastily, "Why ask me?"

"I followed a contractor, he can lead me to do projects and make money." Liu Cenjin seemed very happy.

"Oh, congratulations." Xi Nian said.

"If I can find a group of brothers, I can also be a contractor, hahaha!" He opened his mouth and laughed, and the row of white teeth was very conspicuous.

"Really..." Xi Nian said.

Liu Cenjin took out a bank card from his trouser pocket, grabbed Xi Nian's hand and stuffed it over, "You take this."

Xi Nian was a little surprised, but it wasn't once or twice, it was either one thousand or two thousand each time, he always used these small money to bribe him, just to make him live with him.

"The password is still your birthday." After he finished speaking, taking advantage of Xi Nian's inattention, he kissed Xi Nian lightly on his forehead, and left with a smile, turning his head and waving to him from time to time, signaling him to go back.

Xi Nian froze in place, a little helpless, every time like this, there was no room for rejection, no chance to speak, being forced to accept his money without any return, this feeling terrified him.

On the stone road not far away, a person who happened to pass by witnessed this scene. The person pushed his glasses, and there was a icy light in his eyes.

Xi Nian put his bank card in his schoolbag, walked around outside, went to the supermarket, bought a lot of Leng Qiaochen's favorite food, and went home.

After Xi Nian opened the door, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. The house was in a mess, his clothes were all on the sofa, red wine was flowing on the floor, fragments of wine bottles were everywhere, and some dark red liquid was splashed on the wall. .

He walked into the room, closed the door, and saw Leng Qiaochen sitting on the sofa.

He looked like a fool, with dull eyes and a terribly cold face. He was holding a wine bottle in his hand and was pouring it into his mouth one mouthful at a time.

Xi Nian put down his things and sat next to Leng Qiaochen. Since he went to the hospital last time, he has been like this often, throwing things, drinking too much, and turning himself into a ghost.

Xi Nian wrapped his arms around his body, leaned his face on his arm, remained silent, and comforted him gently.

Leng Qiaochen turned his head mechanically, looked at Xi Nian's harmless face, and remembered the scene of that man gently kissing this face on the playground, and his heart suddenly burned.

Boom!

The wine bottle bloomed on the coffee table, and the glass almost fell on Xi Nian's face. Xi Nian quickly hid on the back of the sofa. Leng Qiaochen turned over, grabbed Xi Nian's chin, and stared at him with fierce eyes. Him, as if to kill him.

"What are you doing!" Xi Nian said sadly, his voice trembling a little, as he was quite frightened just now.

Leng Qiaochen squeezed Xi Nian's chin hard, hating him in his heart, hating how good-looking he was, hating that he used such a face to get close to other men.Two words came out of his mouth involuntarily: "Bitch."

"What did you say?" Xi Nian asked in surprise.

"I said you're a slut." Leng Qiaochen said again, with contempt in his voice.

"Fuck you!" Xi Nian scolded him with staring eyes. The last time he was called a slut was from his own mother's mouth. He never wanted to hear these two words again in his life.

"Leng Qiaochen, go crazy yourself!" Xi Nian shook off his hand and wanted to get up from the sofa.

Leng Qiaochen grabbed his wrist tightly, pressed his knees against his legs, and prevented him from moving. After struggling for a while, Xi Nian realized that this damn guy was too strong. After giving up struggling, he pulled him with one hand. Holding Leng Qiaochen's shirt, the other hand pushed him away.

"Get away from me, madman!"

Leng Qiaochen turned Xi Nian's face away, looked at his stubborn expression, as if the scene that happened just now had nothing to do with him, his eyes turned red immediately, he pushed him down on the sofa, and pressed himself on it.

Xi Nian had just caught his breath when he was hit by Leng Qiaochen's heavy body and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"What are you doing!"

Leng Qiaochen bit Xi Nian's lips, smelling of alcohol, and then took off Xi Nian's shirt and trousers as quickly as possible.

"No..." Xi Nian's begging voice was quickly drowned out by Leng Qiaochen's rough voice, a pair of big hands kept moving around his body, rough and emotionless.

While opening Xi Nian's legs, Leng Qiaochen repeated those two words: "Bitch." The person under him shuddered and his eyes gradually turned red.

The open window let in a breeze, and the air pressure in the room pushed the curtain out of the window. Xi Nian opened his eyes and looked at the whiteness of the curtain, which was as frightening as the blankness in his own mind.

The man on his body kept moving. He grabbed the edge of the sofa tightly, his nails turned blue and white, and his head was resting on the armrest of the sofa. Every time he was hit, there was a friction from his neck, and the pain was numb. The only thing left was Wait, wait for this to end.

The two of them didn't communicate with each other, and the time had passed from afternoon to night. Leng Qiaochen had been sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette since he got satisfaction from Xi Nian.And Xi Nian had been nestling on the sofa, covered with his white shirt, and never spoke again.

It was the ringtone of the mobile phone that broke the silence between the two.

Leng Qiaochen picked up the phone, just agreed a few words casually, and his face became very ugly again, which made Xi Nian consider whether to hide in the house, so as not to be humiliated by him again.

Leng Qiaochen's mood became low, no longer the anger he had during the day.He sat back on the sofa, inserted his hands into his hair, sighed and said, "Xi Nian."

Xi Nian shrank his legs back as hard as he could, and said vigilantly, "What!"

Leng Qiaochen sighed again: "Han Yan is getting married."

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