you are still on the long street

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"You Are Still on Long Street" by Ackna

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Scumbag gentle Su Nuangong × scumbag arrogant and violent subject

[There are not many "normal people" in the article. 】

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you are still on the long street

Sometimes, I really don't know what position the relationship is in a person's life, whether it seems to be the same.With it, the quality of life doesn't seem to get better; even if it doesn't, it's just such a life.

When I was young, I burned too much enthusiasm, and once the flames passed, looking back on the past, it was nothing more than that.

Until that day, I picked up a man who was playing guitar alone on the long street and brought home, and it seemed that all the troubles were found.

I became a stepping stone, a stepping stone he fell in love with.

There seems to be an unreasonable relationship between us.Attract each other, and repel each other to hurt each other.

When will I be able to see myself clearly?

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Slag Gong Perspective

Content tags: urban love, sadomasochism, love, reunion

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Yang, Ye Zichang┃Supporting roles: Yan Ji, Qi Kai, An Xuan┃Others: slag attack warning, No.1 called warning, micro-abuse warning

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☆、Chapter 1

I was walking alone from the company to the subway station.

The bustling crowd on the road passed me, I passed a familiar bakery, stopped, went in, and planned to buy some bread for tomorrow's breakfast.I was picking in front of the counter. The beige bread overflowed with very attractive coconut flakes, and there were dots of white sesame seeds on it.With a sweet tooth, I pulled out this loaf of bread, grabbed a bottle of yogurt from the freezer, and prepared to pay the bill.

It was getting late, and there were not many people in the store.While I was waiting for my change, I heard the sound of a guitar outside.

This voice has appeared many times.I don't know when, in the quiet and noisy night, this lonely guitarist appeared, playing an unknown piece alone, ignoring the eyes of the people around him.Gradually, he seems to have become the scenery here.

I took the bread and walked out.A few gusts of wind blew over, I straightened my scarf for a while, and unconsciously glanced at the man sitting on the public stone bench and playing the guitar.

I don't know whether to call him a man or a boy. There is no superfluous expression on his childish face. Just looking at his appearance, he is as young as a college student, but it is commensurate with his tall figure, which is a bit inconsistent. mature.

He is very well-dressed, and he exudes a dejected and confused temperament that is different from other Wenqing's. Coupled with that expensive-looking guitar, people will not think that he is a street performer.

He's been playing the guitar here all by himself.

Every time I leave, I occasionally look back at him, and he's still sitting there, playing the same piece.

The sound of the guitar fades away, lost in the sound of passing cars and honking horns.

When I got home, it was dark inside.I fumbled on the wall, found the switch, and the hallway lit up.

Probably because I was afraid of being alone, I didn't dare to buy a house that was too big.I'd go crazy if my house was always filled with echoes of myself.

I immediately collapsed on the sofa and took out my phone, which contained a lot of information.I patiently read one by one and replied one by one. It took me too much brainpower, and I just felt that my temples were throbbing and hurting.

After I replied to the message, I started to scroll through the news, and read a few humorous jokes. My mood probably improved a lot, and I felt sleepy after a while.

I dragged my heavy steps towards the bathroom, planning to wash up and go to sleep.

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☆、Chapter 2

It's been a very unlucky day.No matter how I modify the material, I can't get the desired effect.Tomorrow is the deadline, so I can only stay in the office and continue to revise.

I don't want to take work home.Different places should have different functions.

When I went downstairs, I looked at my watch, it was past two o'clock.

The bustling urban area has quieted down, only the neon lights are still jumping.There were no people on the road, and I was walking alone, feeling a little relieved by the empty streets.

Until I walked to the familiar stone bench.The boy bowed his head and held the guitar tightly, but didn't play any more.

At this time, he really shouldn't play the guitar anymore.There were only the two of us on the street, and I couldn't help but look at him more, and was surprised to find that his shirt was wet in a large area, sticking to his body, and outlined several soul-stirring lines.

It was windy at night, with gusts of cool wind blowing over, I couldn't help shivering while wearing a down jacket, and looking at him again, he seemed to be trembling at a frequency visible to the naked eye.

If I had left him alone, no one would have passed him on the road.If you just sit in the wind all night with your body wet, you will inevitably get sick.I walked over and patted him on the shoulder.He raised his head abruptly, and at the same time raised the corners of his mouth, but after meeting my gaze, he showed a disappointed expression.

I could see that he was waiting for someone.Sadness was in his eyes seeing that I was not the one he wanted to see.

"Go home and change your clothes, you should be sick after playing for a while." I said to him as softly as possible.

He said nothing, lowered his head, but his shoulders began to shake.

Should be crying.

Like a kind elder, I patted him on the shoulder gently: "Take care of yourself and go home." After finishing speaking, I planned to leave. After all, I didn't know him well, and I couldn't trust him enough to take him home go.

Just thinking of this, there was a muffled sound behind him, and he fell down with his guitar.

After I got home, I realized that I shouldn't have just brought people back like this, I should have called the police.Probably too sleepy and not clear-headed.But now that I have brought everything back, I can't throw him out again. I'm too sleepy now, and I really don't have the heart to mess with him anymore.

I helped him to the sofa, changed him into my clothes, and thoughtfully washed his clothes.Then he hugged the quilt to cover him, found some antipyretics for him, and fed him.

I didn't even take off my clothes, I didn't wash my face, I fell on the bed and fell asleep.

☆、Chapter 3

When I woke up the next day, he was still on the couch.He rolled the quilt into a ball and hugged it tightly, frowning all the time, as if he was very uncomfortable.

I went over and pushed him, and he slowly opened his eyes. After the blur, he looked at me with defensive eyes again.

I really shouldn't just get him back like this, it seems like it will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"You passed out yesterday, and I brought you back to my house. If it's convenient, tell me where your house is, and I'll take you back." I put on an upright attitude so that he wouldn't think I was kidnapping a child the bad guys.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, but there was no sign of getting up.

Could it be that he is going to stay at my house?

"That..." I asked tentatively.

"Let me lie down for a while and leave right away." He closed his eyes again.

When I got to the company, I still haven't reacted.Only his lazy and magnetic voice and his fair and beautiful face are in his mind.

I tried to convince myself that I was just worried about whether my home would be stolen, but after thinking about it later, it seemed that there was nothing particularly valuable at home except for a few computers.

After a restless day, fortunately, I have finished the important work yesterday, so I can be safer.

I almost ran home.When passing by that street, some inexplicable expectations seemed to arise in my heart, but I didn't see the person playing the guitar.

When I got home, I didn't see him either, maybe he left.The clothes I wore for him were washed and hung out to dry on the balcony, swaying wantonly with the wind.I looked at the coffee table again and found a note under the quilt with the words "Thank you" written on it. When I picked up the note, I found a few more RMB under the quilt.

There is a total of five hundred yuan, which I feel a little baffling.Sure enough, that person was a child, innocent and silly.

Looking at the beautiful but somewhat scribbled words on the note, I couldn't help wondering what kind of experience this boy had.

What kind of person can make him play the same piece of music alone for many long nights, but then cruelly pour water on him who is so persistent.

Everyone has a hard life, for example, this boy and I have encountered bumps on the road of relationship.Fortunately, I can think more openly.

I made a call to:

"Xiao Liu, come to my house." My voice was very soft, "I miss you."

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☆、Chapter 4

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with my eyes, and found some fine cracks on the top of the east wall.

It's just me again.

Little Liu just left, and the traces of us in the house haven't disappeared yet.

I smooth out the crumpled sheets.

When Xiao Liu first entered the room, I hugged him almost immediately, slammed the door shut, and pressed him against the wall to kiss him.

He is a young man with a child's face. When he smiles, the dimples on both sides are deep and pure.

But he is not my boyfriend, and I am not his boyfriend.We are just hugging each other for warmth, although I like him very much.

When he was about to leave, he smiled shyly.He straightened his clothes for a while, scratched his hair again, and said to me: "Brother Lu, let's break up, I have someone I like."

I blurted out: "Okay."

When closing the door for him, I added: "I wish you happiness."

He responded with a smile.

I went back to bed and lay down, which meant I was going to be alone here for a long time to come.Out of good intentions, I wanted to keep Xiao Liu overnight so that he wouldn't have to work hard, but he already had his own scruples, so I didn't force him anymore, so as not to be annoying.

Xiao Liu is a kind child, he is suitable for better people.

I comfort myself like this.

I am... 26 years old this year.

If I can live to be 70 years old, then I still have 44 years, I don't know how to spend it.

I want to be like my parents, to live a full and comfortable life every day, and there is a person who loves me by my side. Even though the sunset is approaching, there is no shortage of beauty.

I don't need a bigger house, and I don't want to travel alone, because I dare not face the world alone.

All the friends around me have a home and a family of their own.I also thought about straight marriage, but after seeing the pure and flawless eyes of those girls, I gave up this idea. They should not be used as tools by me.

I lay down and fell asleep, and the lamp beside the bed was on all night.

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Face work with a positive attitude today!

I try to cheer myself up.

When I came to the company, my desk was filled with overwhelming materials. Even though each piece of paper was so thin, it was actually thicker than a brick when piled together.Looking at the astonishing workload, I sighed secretly, and at the same time I was a little excited. Once I got busy, I didn't have time to think about other things.

☆、Chapter 5

It's time to get off work again.

The boy playing the guitar still didn't show up today.

Being so persistent and affectionate, but being splashed with cold water, if it were me, I should give up.

It's just that the night without the sound of the guitar is unavoidably empty and lacks some flavor.As I passed there, I hummed the tune unconsciously, so softly that only I could hear it.

The long street is covered with lights, and I step on the light on the ground alone, and the people I pass by are non-stop passers-by, and no one shares the same song with me.

When the elevator doors opened, I saw the boy right away.He had changed his clothes and was standing by my door against the wall.

I walked over, and when he saw me, he spoke first: "I... forgot my guitar."

I smiled and opened the door, and made a "please" gesture with my hand.He scratched his head and walked in with a sullen head.Judging by his irritable appearance, he must have been waiting at the door for a long time and was in a bad mood.

He found the guitar and looked at it for a while, which made me feel uncomfortable, like I was going to break his guitar.

After inspecting the guitar, he gave me a stiff smile, said "thank you," and was about to leave.

When passing me, his stomach growled a few times, and we were all stunned.

"You didn't eat?" I suppressed a smile, trying not to contort my face so much.

He was very embarrassed, coughed a few times, and asked, "Does your house... have anything to eat?"

"There are quick-frozen dumplings, I'll cook them for you." I think I'm really a good person, but it's okay, I'm idle at home, and I'm still willing to do things like take care of children.I glanced at the big boy sitting on the sofa and felt a sense of pride.

The water in the pot was tumbling, and I watched the bursting bubbles quietly, when the sound of the guitar suddenly sounded outside.I listened attentively, and this time it was a different tune.

He may think that I am in the kitchen, and the water is boiling, and I can't hear the sound outside, but I can indeed hear his singing.

Low, gentle, clean.

I took the dumplings out, put them on the dining table, and called him, and the guitar and singing stopped together.

I looked at his face, still so childish, but his whole body seemed to be covered with thorns, and his brows were always furrowed rebelliously.

He noticed my gaze, exchanged glances with me, pulled out his chair again, and sat down to eat dumplings.I went to the living room, sat on the sofa and turned on my phone.

While eating, he asked me: "You are so courageous, you dare to leave someone at home casually."

I looked down at the phone screen and said, "Kids..."

He said proudly: "I'm not a kid anymore, I'm 20."

I responded with an "um".

"You're not very old, so call me a kid." With dumplings stuffed in his mouth, he still insisted on slurring his words, "Hey, I'm gay, are you going to kick me out?"

I looked up at him, then lowered my head again: "I can see it."

"You too, right?" There was already a smile in his voice.

"Yes." I replied without thinking.

Perhaps we really have the ability to see the same kind.

After he finished eating the dumplings, he consciously put the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen. There was a sound of water, followed by the tinkling sound of porcelain colliding.He turned the tap water to the maximum, just like his uninhibited character, revealing endless wildness.

☆、Chapter 6

"Make friends? My name is Ye Zichang." After washing the dishes, he came to me, picked up the guitar, and pressed the strings on it, but it didn't make a sound.

"Lu Yang. You should bring your guitar bag." I stood up, smiled at him, and looked straight into his eyes.

Ye Zichang walked towards me, putting on a cynical smile like a prodigal son: "Why don't we try?"

I saw that he was obviously smiling, but there was still a bit of confusion and sadness in his eyes when he was brought home that night.

How can I be a tool to soothe his pain?Even so, I still have some expectations in my heart.Faced with such a child, I still feel a little embarrassed when my emotions are still led by the nose.In this way, it is better to seize the initiative by yourself.

"Do you know what you're talking about? Kid." I looked at him and tried my best to put on an ambiguous smile.

He also saw the meaning of it.He approached me slowly, put his arms around my waist, and touched my lips lightly.But I felt the short stay when he was about to touch me.

He hesitated.

The child will pretend, as if showing off his experience in the field of love, to cover up the bewilderment and frustration of the defeat that he once showed in front of me.But no matter how much he pretends, he can't beat a really experienced "fox" in terms of aura.

I turned against the customer, grabbed his head, and kissed him deeply. The tip of my tongue skillfully swirled in his moist mouth, and poked it gently a few times, and finally drew out a thin silver thread. .

He was shocked, completely unresponsive to my sudden strategy.

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With that look on your face, you're doomed.

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"I'm not interested in children, you go back." I let him go, without hiding the arrogant triumph on my face.

He pulled out a nonchalant smile, waved his hand to me, and tried his best to save the face he lost in front of me again, but he didn't dare to take any more actions.I just want him to feel my danger, so as not to come and go, wasting time with me with non-existent feelings.

"I won't give up, Lu Yang——I remember you."

A declaration of war that only children would release.

I closed the door and looked back inside, and I was alone again.

I probably... only suitable for erratic and lonely.

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☆、Chapter 7

Yesterday's encounter was just an episode, adding another joke to my ordinary life.

I don't have the heart to talk about a serious relationship, because I have failed too many times, and every time I am so sad that I want to jump into the rushing river, and be washed away by the torrent mixed with mud and sand to a place where no one can find me .As if in this way, I can calmly face this world that has given me endless loneliness as if I have never failed.However, this idea was never really implemented, because I despise suicide.The fear of failure I have been suppressing has made me afraid to love easily.If you love the wrong person, isn't it just finding hardship for yourself?Life is so short, why bother?

I am full of contradictions, while disappointed with the road ahead, I have never really given up.Because I always have a glimmer of hope in the unknown.

What if... there is the right person?

Contradictions and entanglements control my hesitation and advance and retreat.

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The weather is getting colder and colder, but as long as you walk into the office, you can be surrounded by heating.

I took off my scarf, and my colleague made me a cup of hot coffee, and I thanked him with a smile.A few of them started talking about plans for their annual vacation, and I turned on my computer, passively accepting their voices.

It's nothing more than going home for a reunion, or if you can't go home, you can only contact online.After all, our annual leave is only one week. If the journey is far away, we can only pass by in a hurry and piece together a year in a compact way.

I'm still wondering if I should go or not.Both my parents are abroad, and it takes a lot of time to meet them. Recently, I have several important projects in my hands. I want to do it well, so I may have to work overtime.

I took a sip of coffee, which didn't help my headache.

Forget it, let's work first.

During my lunch break, I got a text from a stranger on my phone.

In all likelihood, it was Ye Zichang.

——"Come out for a meal."

I thought for a while, what should I reply.Since he wants to play, then I will play with him.Anyway, he asked for it himself, so I will take it as a fight with him.

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I pressed an "h" and typed out the word "okay".Then I sent him another address, which is the Chinese food I often eat next to the company.

When I got there, he was already sitting inside.I marvel at his speed, then realize that maybe he's been around here all along.

He handed me the menu in a gentlemanly manner and asked me to order, and I didn't shirk it.

"Little friend, I'm very busy." I smiled and saw him propping his chin up with his right hand and pulling the corner of his mouth.

"Me too, so we might as well get into the role quickly." He shook the glass on his left, the water in it swirled a bit, and then he drank it down.

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☆、Chapter 8

"Let me guess why you want to try with me." I still smiled, because as long as I put on such a smile, I can always be a bit higher than him in the aura.He also noticed it, and tried to put on the same smile as me, but still appeared more harmless because of his youthfulness.

"I think you should have been dumped. You want to stimulate your ex by falling in love with me, let him feel your importance, and then chase you back, don't you?"

He nodded, maybe he was still grateful for my cleverness, so that he didn't have to bother to explain anything, just to cover up the chaos he was about to implement.If I agree, then I will jump into the fire pit myself, I asked for it, and it has nothing to do with him.

"Very childish." My smile faded a little, "It really is just a child."

He frowned unobtrusively, probably because I was irritated, but he had something to ask of me, and it was really hard to get angry.

"It's just a show for me, it won't waste much of your time." He seemed a little impatient, "I can give you money."

I sneered in my heart, and he also noticed that what he said was inappropriate, and he gradually lost his confidence.In this way, I quietly took the initiative.

The dishes had already been served, and the steaming hot dishes were placed on white porcelain plates, but no one moved their chopsticks.Then the waiter called the meal again, saw the dull atmosphere in the private room, and left in a hurry.I looked around, in fact, to create that kind of suitable atmosphere, I should choose the Italian restaurant not far away for dining, and with the melodious music, in the quiet and not silent air, put on the attitude of a lover—— Later I think about it, or forget it.I have always disliked Western food, and I only get contaminated when socializing. Why do I have to make trouble with my stomach for a child?

"Why do you think I'll help you?" I asked knowingly. Firstly, I was kind enough in his eyes to bring him home who had never met him before, so he might think that I would not do him the opposite; secondly, that night , when he confirmed that I was gay, there was some undisguised surprise in his eyes.I guess, he probably knows very few gays, and he doesn't even know much about this circle. After finally meeting a real gay like me, he always has the mentality of trying. Maybe I'm the kind of gay in his eyes. What about people who are happy and unrestrained, and who can easily associate with each other?

I'd like to see how he makes the unreasonable troubles reasonable.

He was silent for a while, then laughed again, and said in a somewhat coquettish voice, "Because you are handsome."

I:"……"

I thought about it for a while, but I really couldn't answer his words.So I started to eat with my head down, showing a helpless look, which should be regarded as tolerance for children's childish words.

However, he was still very happy, as if he had earned back his face from me.

We chatted for a while, and I learned that he was really a college student who was dumped by his boyfriend whom he had been dating for a year.His ex-boyfriend worked in a coffee shop on Long Street, so he went there every day to play the guitar for him.As a result... he was splashed all over by his ex-boyfriend's current love.

When I heard him talking about his boyfriend, his eyes were full of affection and disappointment. I felt sorry for him and wanted to touch his head across the dining table.

Perhaps, the scene I played with him may not necessarily make them reunite in the end.Instead, he achieved his psychological revenge on his ex-boyfriend in a scene sung by two emotionless people.

Like a kitten about to scratch someone's face.

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☆、Chapter 9

After dinner, I did not reply to him.He offered to drive me home, and I couldn't help laughing when I saw him pull out his Lamborghini parked in the underground garage of the mall and take off his sunglasses at me.

This kid's family background is so good. From his every move, I can see that he has been pampered since he was a child.If it is such a person, he will be determined to get what he wants.He likes to show his minions arrogantly, but in fact, there is nothing behind him.If one staggers when going backwards, the minions are likely to pierce themselves.

He got out of the car gentlemanly and opened the door for me.I smiled at him and sat in.

In the car, we can chat normally, and I found that he may not be a flamboyant person, but his flamboyance is just his spontaneous expression.He wanted to express himself, but he couldn't find a suitable way. In this way, he created the illusion of his personality.Once the illusion becomes a habit, it is difficult to change, from the outside to the inside, slowly peeling off the truth.

We are about the same age, and the reason why I like to call him a child may be because he always reveals his inner child.

Dare I face myself, I was clearly interested in him.But I have concerns, because I have failed many times, and I dare not love presumptuously.

When I got downstairs to my house, Ye Zichang stopped me.

"Give me a reason for you to reject me." His face was a little serious, but he was obviously very nervous, and his words made me feel very naive.I could see that he was probably interested in me too.

"I have no obligation to help you. Feelings are not a joke." I replied calmly.

He knew he was wrong, and he became a little angry from embarrassment.He sneered, dragged his voice, and said slowly: "Then when you were looking for ducks, you were just playing around?"

I stayed where I was, my mind was a little blank, did Ye Zichang see me and Xiao Liu that night?Then I calmed down and raised the corners of my mouth: "He is not a duck, and you have no right to discipline me."

Ye Zichang got out of the car, stood in front of me, and lowered her voice: "Two months, just two months. I won't bother you anymore, and there will be no real feelings between us."

"We only pretend to be a couple in front of him, and we don't interfere with each other at other times." The more he said, the more confident he became, "Please."

I was about to be laughed out of anger, as expected, it would be no good to pick him up, I am quite sure, I was slapped.

"I'm sorry, Ye Zichang. I sincerely hope for your family and your ex-boyfriend that you can mature." After I finished speaking, I turned and left, my heart was beating so fast for no reason, and my footsteps even brought some panic.

I walked outside the unit door, ready to open the door.

"Lu Xiaoyang!"

I stopped abruptly, took a deep breath, and then turned around, making sure that only Ye Zichang was standing behind me.

This title, dug out from the quicksand of the years by him, clamped my throat with the regret and regret of the past.

The person who once called me "Lu Xiaoyang" will probably be my eternal weakness.

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☆、Chapter 10

Ye Zichang only had a cold light in his eyes, piercing through my body and peeling off my epidermis layer by layer. "An Xuan is my older sister." Ye Zichang walked towards me slowly, "Lu Yang, when I recognized you, I wanted to strangle you to death."

My eyes became chaotic, the blurred scenery under the street lights turned into a mass of paste, and the road in the distance stretched infinitely, disappearing into the night sky without a trace.

An Xuan is the most sorry person in my life.

Although her suicide was not directly related to me, she entered the first trough in her life because of me. By the time I realized that I wanted to give her a hand, she had already fallen.

She is still alive now, but life is better than death.

When I haven't heard from her, I can choose to temporarily forget about her.But now, Ye Zichang took a cold shovel and turned out the gloomy past covered by rotten meat.

"What do you want me to do?"

I finally compromised, and it was atonement for An Xuan.

Ye Zichang obviously lost interest in talking about this matter, he gave me a vicious look, and then left.

I leaned weakly against the door of the unit, looked at the voice-activated light above my head, and took a few breaths.

He came prepared and planned to throw me off in a grandiose manner after he was done using me.

But after I knew his hole cards, I was doomed to compromise.

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An Xuan and I are college classmates.Although I'm gay, I don't hate girls, and I even find it interesting to make friends with girls.It's just such a blurred boundary, when I realized An Xuan's feelings for me, she was already deeply trapped.

After I knew it, I immediately came out to her tactfully.

I could sense that she was upset even though she kept saying "it's okay".

On the day of graduation, she hugged me hard and told me that she would never like anyone again in her life.

I am very guilty, if I am not gay, I will definitely like this excellent girl.

But we don't have "ifs" after all.

She had an unsatisfactory marriage afterwards, and she never got up from the trough of life.

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In fact, it's no big deal to play with him.

It's just that I've been afraid before, afraid that I won't be able to come out by myself.After all, it has been empty around me for a long time, and I just want to hold on to something tightly.

But he is An Xuan's younger brother, so I can't have any real affection for him.

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☆、Chapter 11

As always, going to and from get off work, the computer at the desk was turned on and off.Finally, when it was dark, a message came.I breathed a sigh of relief and planned to get out as soon as possible as soon as possible.

Ye Zichang sent me an address, which is the coffee shop.

I put away the table, went to the bathroom to tidy up my suit for a while, smiled, looked at my mature posture in the mirror, and felt a little happy.

I walked towards the long street, glanced unconsciously at the stone bench by the side of the road, then straightened my tie, looking for the signboard of the coffee shop.

"Blue coffee"

The coffee shop is on the second floor. When you go up the stairs decorated with wall lamps, the surroundings seem to be quiet. The melodious piano sound is accompanied by people's low-pitched conversations. The crystal lamp hanging on the bar is still rotating slowly. The beige deck Makes the overall tone softer.The young waiter in front of the bar is wearing a red bow tie, looking very playful.However, I could still see that his complexion didn't look very good.Following his gaze, he saw Ye Zichang sitting face to face with a man at the booth at the far right.

Presumably that is today's audience.

I walked towards them with steady steps, and put my hands on Ye Zichang's shoulders. He was taken aback for a moment, then saw that it was me, and gave me a smile.I patted his head dotingly, and then gave my gaze to the man sitting across from him.

"He is my friend, Yan Ji." Ye Zichang introduced him to me, and then said to him, "This is my boyfriend, Lu Yang."

I smiled and stretched out my hand, shook him shallowly, and then sat down beside Ye Zichang.

There was a smile on my face all the time, and he felt that I was not exuding hostility, so he let down his guard and started talking to me.

Yan Ji and Ye Zichang should be about the same age, but it can be seen from the conversation that he is much more stable than Ye Zichang.

We chatted for a while, Yan Ji began to look at his watch frequently, I understood what he meant, so I smiled and said: "If Mr. Yan has something to do, go and do it first."

Yan Ji smiled awkwardly, and stood up: "I only took a leave of absence for a while, I really can't accompany you guys. Just let me know if you need anything."

Then he reached out his hand again and shook it with me.I don't know if it was my illusion, but his index finger seemed to rub my palm.

I think it's a little funny. It's really interesting to watch the children's silent war.

I stood up from Ye Zichang, sat opposite him, stirred the black coffee in the coffee cup, and whispered: "Is that so?"

Ye Zichang seemed a little angry, but after Yan Ji left, his anger was fully revealed.

Yan Ji is very smart, he must be able to see what Ye Zichang is up to, and then put on a gesture of indifference to anger Ye Zichang.Ye Zichang is completely passive.

Seeing his disheveled look with his head drooping, I couldn't help feeling a little distressed.I stood up, walked to him, leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Go to the bathroom."

This posture must be seen at the bar.I glanced at the bar counter from the corner of my eye, and Yan Ji was indeed watching us there.

I walked over first, and when I passed by Yan Ji, I smiled and nodded to him, and he smiled at me too.

His smile is so fake.

A man has a terrible desire to control his own things, even if this thing only once belonged to him, he would not want others to touch it.

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☆、Chapter 12

I pulled Ye Zichang into the bathroom, then closed the door, pressed him against the wall, covered his mouth, and then put the index finger of the other hand on his lips to signal him to keep silent.

The footsteps outside the door changed from fast to slow, and finally stopped.

I was a little taller than Ye Zichang, he seemed to be surrounded by me, he seemed a little uncomfortable, so he gave me a slight push.

I smiled at him, stroked his hair, and said in a voice just enough to be heard outside the door: "Is that your ex-boyfriend? It's not good."

My hand moved down, and finally stayed on his neck to caress ambiguously. His panting gradually became short, and his hands tried to break free from my hand that trapped him, but I pressed it harder.

I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "He's listening outside, do you want to continue acting?"

He looked at me with a little wariness, but still cooperated with my feigned anger in a trembling voice: "It's all an ex-boyfriend, why are you so stingy!"

I'm a little helpless, you want to compete with me even in a play?

I lifted his chin and kissed him hard.He had no choice but to open his mouth and let me "make trouble for no reason".I've kissed him forcefully twice, and he asked for it.

Maybe it was because I was too close to him, so ambiguous that I caught fire, and my brain was a little confused.After I unbuttoned the two buttons of my shirt, the sinful hand seemed to unzip the zipper of his coat by itself, stretched in, and went all the way up along his lower abdomen...

"What are you doing?" He suddenly yelled, my consciousness had just been awakened for a while, the bathroom door lock seemed to turn a bit, just when the door was about to be pushed open, I pressed my foot against the door.

I let go of his hands, walked to the door, opened the door a little, and it was Yan Ji outside.There was undisguised hostility on his face, and his eyes seemed to have sharp knives, cutting me inside and out thousands of times.

"I'm sorry Mr. Yan, please wait a little longer." I put on a calm smile, as if I was not flirting in it just now, but mixing coffee in it.

"Please hurry up, Mr. Lu." He almost gritted his teeth.

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I closed the door again, Ye Zichang was washing his face with water over and over again.He has already pulled up his clothes, but his ears are very red.I went over to help him straighten his collar, but he turned and glared at me.

I always feel that there is something wrong with him.

"You... have a reaction?" I asked awkwardly.

"It's not all your fault!" Ye Zichang was very angry, but he couldn't yell out, he was really wronged.

"Well... do you want cigarettes?" I wanted to mock him a few words, but seeing his pitiful appearance, I couldn't do it.

He held out his hand, and I handed him the cigarette and lit it for him.

He leaned against the wall, and through the smoke he exhaled, I saw the despair and confusion in his eyes.

I actually want to laugh a little.

"Yan Ji was very angry just now, maybe he still cares about you." I also tidied up my appearance in front of the mirror for a while, and re-buttoned my shirt, but the wrinkled suit won't recover for a while.

Ye Zichang didn't speak, and kept staring at the ceiling.

"Let's watch it for a while." Ye Zichang extinguished the cigarette and prepared to go out.

Does that mean that I will have to act with him for a while?

In fact, I was not as eager to get away as I imagined, maybe because it was very interesting to play with them like this