overdue lover

There was no reason to put the cigarette back. Xie Lanchuan casually held the cigarette between his fingertips and followed Gu Yinmo a step away.

Gu Yinmo is tall and straight, wearing a long windbreaker and walking in the night wind. His foot is very stable, and he walks a little slowly, but his body does not sway, and his posture and aura are both top-notch.

"Beauty is his sharp weapon, and the range of the gun in his hand is his measure of social scope."

For some reason, Xie Lanchuan suddenly thought of this sentence.

Gu Yinmo stood still under a street lamp, turned around and waited for Xie Lanchuan to come over.

"What are you talking about?"

Xie Lanchuan still had a slightly drunken blush on his face, looking a little funny, "Ji Qinglin, let's talk about him."

For Xie Lanchuan, dealing with other people's emotional problems is really overstepping. He just thought of talking to the man in front of him because he felt that he and Ji Qinglin were in the same boat.

Look at what people who are good at not procrastinating and pulling away think.

Gu Yinmo curled his lips when he heard Xie Lanchuan's words, as if he heard something ridiculous, "He has nothing to say."

The topic seems to have reached a stalemate here, but Xie Lanchuan did not start a new topic in a hurry, but looked at Gu Yinmo with interest—he knew that since a person with a strong purpose like Gu Yinmo agreed to the invitation, It is impossible to say nothing.

Sure enough, Gu Yinmo raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "How much did Ji Qinglin drink?"

Xie Lanchuan shrugged and sighed, "He can't drink too much, five glasses of 38-degree plum wine."

Gu Yinmo understood, stretched out his hand to Xie Lanchuan, and reported his name: "Gu Yinmo."

This is the real beginning of the conversation. Xie Lanchuan shook hands kindly and nodded slightly, "Xie Lanchuan, Ji Qinglin's tenant."

Gu Yinmo nodded slightly, but Xie Lanchuan thought he should have investigated his identity long ago.

Hypocrisy and pretentiousness are just means used by Gu Yinmo. Xie Lanchuan shuddered at Gu Yinmo's gaze. It was hard for him to imagine how the simple Ji Qinglin had been entangled with such a person for many years.

"You want to save him?" Gu Yinmo saw through Xie Lanchuan's thoughts at a glance, his tone rose slightly, and his tone was firm, "Unfortunately, you can't save him."

The corners of Xie Lanchuan's lips pressed down, his expression was not relaxed, "That is to say, you don't like him, and you won't let him go?"

Gu Yinmo finally turned sideways and looked at Xie Lanchuan, "Half right, half wrong."

This charade-like way of chatting made Xie Lanchuan, who was used to straightforward narration, very uncomfortable. Instead of asking what was right or wrong, he asked directly: "Why do you hate Ji Qinglin?"

Gu Yinmo was silent.

After a while, Xie Lanchuan burst out laughing, and understood the absurdity of his mistake, "No, it's not hate, you clearly love him..."

"...If it weren't for love, there wouldn't be so many pinhole cameras in his house, and a person like you wouldn't be stalking an old man. You obviously love him but dare not say it, childish You think restraint and control can keep him, or you are planning something, waiting for Ji Qinglin to fall into your trap..."

Xie Lanchuan shook his head and smiled, giving a thumbs up in praise, "Mr. Gu, I didn't expect you to be such a person..."

There is no sarcasm in every word, every word is sarcasm.

Gu Yinmo also smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"It's a pity, Ji Qinglin knows it's a game, but he still wants to jump down..." Xie Lanchuan's eyes were shivered by the wind, and he let out a sigh in the night wind.

"He voluntarily." Gu Yinmo said lightly.

Countless darkness filled his eyes, so he wanted to pull in Ji Qinglin, who was standing on the shore, intact.

Love or hate, there is a conclusion as early as the moment of reunion.

Perhaps because Xie Lanchuan was thinking too painfully, Gu Yinmo raised his chin and looked at Xie Lanchuan who "pleaded" for Ji Qinglin, his voice was colder than Dongxue.

"The culprit has no right to be forgiven."

Even though Xie Lanchuan wrote countless love and hatred, when he heard this sentence, his heart still trembled.

He couldn't believe that such a tolerant, docile and even cowardly person like Ji Qinglin would kill others with his own hands.

Or is this just Gu Yinmo's excuse?

With all kinds of doubts, Xie Lanchuan tentatively asked: "You...have some misunderstandings?"

"Misunderstanding?" Gu Yinmo paused, "Maybe, but that's not important."

After so many years, revenge on Ji Qinglin has become his obsession.

He even thought about the ending of the two of them.

"Why don't you let him go? With your status, you can get any kind of person you want, but Ji Qinglin, his world is very small, all he wants is..." Xie Lanchuan suddenly couldn't continue, From the very beginning, he couldn't look at the relationship between the two from an objective perspective.

Gu Yinmo finally had a smile in his eyes, but it was not joy, but a mockery, "Did he sleep with you?"

Xie Lanchuan froze, his face turned pale.

Gu Yinmo snorted, "If you didn't sleep, why did you speak for him?"

Xie Lanchuan took a deep breath, "Ji Qinglin is really not what you think..."

"Xie Lanchuan," Gu Yinmo interrupted him, looked at him deeply again, the dark and hollow pupils made Xie Lanchuan's breathing tense, Gu Yinmo said quietly, "You are a writer, you should know a word."

"Don't persuade others to be kind without suffering others."

Xie Lanchuan shook his body, and the displeasure on his face slowly disappeared. He let out a long sigh of relief, "I know, empathy is just four simple words, and I understand this feeling."

Xie Lanchuan lowered his voice slowly as his shoulders slumped, "But Mr. Gu, not everyone will stand there and wait for you to turn around and hurt him..."

Gu Yinmo didn't speak, his slender figure looked like a dead tree under a street lamp, but still stubbornly facing the sky.

The two returned to the car silently all the way, and Luo Huan opened the co-pilot's door for Xie Lanchuan.

"Mr. Xie, please get in the car."

Xie Lanchuan did not refuse.

On the way, his gaze inadvertently glanced at the rearview mirror.

Ji Qinglin lay in Gu Yinmo's arms and slept soundly, completely unaware that he was lying in the arms of a hunter full of killing intent.

Xie Lanchuan had a huge rock on his heart, and he could only resolve his complicated mood with the scenery outside the window.

Carrying Ji Qinglin upstairs and putting him on the bed, Gu Yinmo closed the door with his backhand, shutting Luo Huan and Xie Lanchuan out.

Gu Yinmo straightened his body and looked around Ji Qinglin's room. The room has not changed much from the last time. It is still a monotonous double bed, a solid wood computer desk, and a lazy sofa that doesn't seem to be used very often. Loungewear.

Gu Yinmo's eyes finally fell on Ji Qinglin's face.

He leaned over and rubbed Ji Qinglin's thin lips with his fingers, the cold and soft touch was very familiar.

Then, with his hands down, he began to undress Ji Qinglin.

Ji Qinglin half-opened his eyes in a hazy state of consciousness, looked at the man who was unbuttoning him in a daze, smacked his mouth, and fell asleep with his head tilted again.

Gu Yinmo's movements didn't stop, but they tended to speed up.

"...well... I have to change into my pajamas..." Ji Qinglin buried his face in the pillow towel, and said in a muffled voice, "...I still want to drink, drink water..."

Drunk is more cute than sober.

Gu Yinmo, who had been keeping a cold face, had a lot of helplessness in his eyes. He got up and walked to the door, opened the door, skipped Xie Lanchuan who came over, and said to Luo Huan, "Pour a glass of warm water, add honey and lemon."

Luo Huan nodded and turned to do it.

Xie Lanchuan turned his head, and Gu Yinmo closed the door again.

Ji Qinglin was still talking nonsense, his voice was so low that he could only hear it when he got close.

Gu Yinmo reached out to his armpit, hugged him and turned him over.

"...Well, I didn't drink too much, really, if you don't believe me, take another bottle, I can still drink..." I don't know what Ji Qinglin dreamed about, dancing around on the bed, not at all cooperating with Gu Yinmo helping him dress clothing.

Gu Yinmo finally had a smile on his lips. He held Ji Qinglin's two wrists with one hand, put the pajamas around his neck, and patiently helped him tidy up.

"Actually, I drink very well..."

Ji Qinglin is indeed a good drinker, a few glasses of 38% wine is nothing to him, Gu Yinmo knows this.

Gu Yinmo is the one who can't drink.

"Then why did you drink too much?" Gu Yinmo started to tease him, pinched his nose and asked.

Drunk-eyed Ji Qinglin fell on Gu Yinmo's lap as if he had no bones, stretched his hands upwards, vaguely traced the face of the person in front of him, and suddenly "hummed" and laughed.

"...Drink too much, you won't be sad, I can still see you in my dream...your appearance, you can still talk to me...smile at me...I, I'm very happy..."

But he clearly had slightly red eyes, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Ji Qinglin closed his eyes tightly, and clung to Gu Yinmo's body with his hands. He didn't notice the rejection, so he went up cautiously, groping to leave a light kiss on the corner of Gu Yinmo's lips.

It is as light as the wind blown by the wings of a butterfly.

There is no wave in the ancient well, but it is caused by the most vulgar love in the world.

"...Can I tell you a secret?" Ji Qinglin murmured while lying on his back on the bed with his eyes closed.

Gu Yinmo leaned over and stared at him, "What secret?"

Ji Qinglin stretched out his hand to touch his heart, and smiled with relief.

"I am, actually, a very, very bad person..."

"You know...sometimes I feel so humble/cheap, I'm so obedient, but I, I still can't get their satisfaction... Am I stupid..."

As Ji Qinglin said, he took Gu Yinmo's hand and brought it to his chest.

Through the clothes, Gu Yinmo felt the beating heart, and he even heard the regular heartbeat.

"It's okay, my heart is still there."

"Fortunately... I still have the strength to love myself..."

Gu Yinmo frowned slightly, and then spread it out quickly.

He couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted Ji Qinglin in a cold voice, "You drank too much."

"Yes... I drank too much..."

Gu Yinmo didn't expect Ji Qinglin to respond to him, and stopped his hand that was about to be drawn.

Ji Qinglin's voice was very soft, and there were still tears on his thick eyelashes. The next second, he let go of Gu Yinmo's hand, and fell asleep on his side.

Gu Yinmo wiped his body for him, packed everything before getting up to turn off the lights and leave.

Before leaving, he glanced back at Ji Qinglin who was huddled under the quilt for the last time.

Ji Qinglin clasped his hands together, lying on his left side, his body curled up, as if he was guarding the position of his heart, afraid that people would fight for something, and like an insecure, helpless baby who was so fragile that a gust of wind could blow him away. He smashed.

Gu Yinmo walked over and kissed him on the eyelid.

This kiss had nothing to do with revenge, it was what Gu Yinmo owed Ji Qinglin five years ago.

"Good night, baby."

Gu Yinmo's gaze was as gentle as Wang Chunshui, and he even had the delusion of letting time stop at this moment.

【Speak】

I'm so tangled in writing, alas

Good night babies in advance!