Parting of the Love of the Eight Sorrows: Oblivion

A large piece of Pu'er sank straight to the bottom in the mug, and the ink color overflowed again.

The situation seemed familiar.This feeling of mutual torture seems to be unbearable after repeated engraving.

Haven't seen each other for a week.

On business trip.

Who else in memory said that they were going on a business trip?

Pu'er is steaming.Qiao Dong is the best drink hot.He can even spoon the freshly cooked bibimbap into his mouth.Shen Xu thought for a while, leaned to the rim of the cup and took a few sips.

He took out his cell phone and dialed.

He remembered that Xu Qingbai was also on a business trip.Did you come back yet?Long time no see him.

The bell rang again for a long time.It was picked up at the last click.

"Hey."

"Auntie, hello." He used his most well-behaved voice. "I'm petty."

"Ah."

"Has Qingbai come back? Oh, I mean winter melon..."

"Are you enough, Shen Xuyi?!" He didn't finish his obedient words, but was startled by an angry shout from over there.

"Auntie, I..."

"I'm not your aunt!" Something on the other side crashed. "It would be great if Huzi didn't know you! You are a devil at all!...Can you let us go?...Please, don't torture me like this...It's been so long, why do you always haunt me? Why do you always force me...Don't I feel pain? That's my son!...Wuuuu...Huzi...Mom is wrong! I'm so sorry..."

The rest are whimpers and murmurs.

The cell phone fell on the carpet of the office with the door open, and the call was not cut off.The voice that came out was mournful and mournful.

Shen Xuyi didn't know where to go.

Qiao Dong was not in his seat.

He can only go out.No, escape.

horrible.That kind of reproach, that kind of wailing, was terrifying.What to do, what should he do?What about Qiao Dong?Where is Qiao Dong?

Xiao Wu was taken aback by his muddled and blue face.

"Manager Shen, what's the matter?"

He steps past her.That fear cannot be explained.Only Qiao Dong, only Qiao Dong would understand him.

"Where's Qiao Dong?" He turned his head, the red threads in his eyes were too scary.

Xiao Wu was a little scared, Shen Xuyi's expression seemed to collapse: "Who?"

"Where's Qiao Dong? Where's Qiao Dong?" Shen Xuyi grabbed her shoulder and shook, "Where's Qiao Dong? Where's my secretary?"

Xiao Wu was so frightened that he was about to cry, why did the cute and fussy Manager Shen suddenly go crazy.She struggled uncomfortably: "I don't know what you're talking about. Secretary Cheng just left, I don't know who Qiao Dong is!"

Xiao Wu struggled again, this time easily escaped from under the hands that clamped him.

Shen Xuyi's hands were stiff.

His pupils widened, and he murmured uncontrollably: "Who is Secretary Cheng?"

Xiao Wu replied timidly: "Isn't Secretary Cheng Zhen your secretary? You always come to work together?" What happened, Xiao Wu was terrified, and his hairs stood on end.

Why did Manager Shen suddenly not recognize her as a secretary?

Don't the two live together?Aren't the two the best partners in the company?

Manager Shen likes to tease himself every time he goes to work, and every time Secretary Cheng would laugh beside him.

Is it not?

Shen Xuyi was short of breath, and her hands and feet trembled unnaturally.He saw the yellow sticky notes pressed against him and laughed at him.

He is fake.

Don't trust him.

He is not Qiao Dong.

Qiao Dong is not him.

Who is he.

He wants to kill me.

Shen Xuyi curled her hands tightly, her veins stood out, and her face was so pale that she didn't look like a human being.

Xiao Wu cried out in anxiety, too!people. "Manager Shen, what's wrong with you?! Don't scare me!"

As if he had never heard of it, he walked back step by step with his body bent.

Qiao Dong is not Qiao Dong anymore.

Where is Qiao Dong?

Where is his Qiao Dong?

where is it?

ah.He suddenly ran up the aisle on all fours, frightening the passing colleagues.

But he can't control it.

He is going to confirm.

He pulled the drawer with trembling hands.With too much force, the black tea on the table was overturned, and the tea smeared on the table.

He doesn't care.

Holding out the photo tremblingly.

Finger wiped over and over again.

He gritted his teeth, biting the blood hard so as not to scream.

Who will tell him who are these two people in the photo? !

Both faces are blurred, who is it?

Isn't it me and Qiao Dong?

No!

Who is it?

He couldn't see clearly.He couldn't see clearly with his eyes wide open!

Hold the photo above your head.Can't see clearly!

Tease the photo.Can't see clearly!

turn the photo over...

On the back, a sentence is written in a messy, densely packed manner.

He opened his eyes wide to recognize.

Recognize word by word.

With a shake of the hand, the photo weighed ten thousand catties, and it fell to the ground with a heavy shattering sound.

He saw clearly.

That sentence is: He is not Qiao Dong!

Dense, overlapping sentence after sentence, red, black, and sharp nicks, cruel, tyrannical, torn, and unbearable.

The whole world is covered in darkness.

There are too many terrible things hidden in the darkness that he dare not touch.

"Ah────Ah!──" He could only scream to vent.

How can you do this.

He didn't want to see it.

But that bleak redness.

And Qiao Dong's blood.

Then, drop by drop, it all dripped on my face.

"Ah───────────────────" He didn't want to remember.

Who will save him.

What about that hug that must have been warm and firm every time he screamed?

No, that embrace is not Qiao Dong.

Qiao Dong is dead...

"Ah──" This thought completely broke him down, the string was broken.

but.

He couldn't call out.

That warm embrace.So tight, tighter than ever, as if being strangled into flesh and blood, he hugged himself tightly.

"Ah, ah..." He buried his head in that chest.But he didn't know what to call this man.

Grab his collar.

He wants to cry out.He wants to know who he is.He wants to know his name.

He had to call out his name in order to vent his fear and anxiety.

The fiery palm caressed his back, once and for all, so familiar.

"Xiaoyi. I'm here. I'm here." The voice was still so familiar.

Shen Xuyi touched his face, his lips, and his eyes.So familiar.Every day he sees and touches.

He was very light, as if he was afraid of breaking something: "Who are you?"

The hand holding him froze for a moment.

Caress again.

"It's me, Cheng Zhen."

Cheng Zhen.

Not Qiao Dong.

"Ah, ah..." He didn't know how to express it.

It turned out that it wasn't Qiao Dong's embrace.

It belonged to this stranger.

Cheng Zhen.

But it is too familiar, this smell, this warmth.It seemed to haunt him half his life.He is not afraid.

Ah, he was relieved.

But what about Qiao Dong?

"Qiao Dong, Qiao Dong..." He stroked the man's face, he wanted to know where Qiao Dong was.

Cheng Zhen closed his eyes, suppressing all the sadness and pain as usual.

He finally said it.

He thought that in four years, he wouldn't have to be Qiao Dong anymore.

But no.

His Shen Xuyi still only wanted to find Qiao Dong.His Shen Xuyi was not Cheng Zhen's at all.

"Xiaoyi, look at me."

He looked up at him.Those eyes were deep and full of so much.He drowned in those eyes every time.

These are...Cheng...Zhen's eyes.

He suddenly remembered.

He watched it for four years.How tenderly these eyes love themselves for four years.

ENDIF