Beginning without end

After all, the two-hour movie was over, Song Bai numbly took out the disc and put it in the box.Ji Suiyun didn't come back, and Song Bai had never been with the benefactor, so he didn't understand whether he should turn on all the lights in the house and sit and wait for the man to come home, or he could go to rest.

Song Bai was injured by Ji Suiyun in the afternoon, and his back hurts badly.He seemed to have a fever again, and his whole body was cold.Song Bai couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed open the bedroom door and wanted to lie down for a while.

It was only when he sat on the edge of the bed that he saw a small piece of light red blood stained on the place where he had been lying in the afternoon.The salty smell that was about to vomit rose again in his throat, Song Bai closed his eyes and tore off the bed sheet.He rolled up the sheets and carried them into the bathroom, scrubbed the dirty places with his hands little by little, and after a lot of effort, he hung them flat on the south-facing balcony.

Song Bai just finished his work when Ji Suiyun came back. Ji Suiyun drank a little too much tonight, and his stomach hurts.He squinted his eyes because of the daylight-bright lights in the house, and only then did he remember that there was someone in the house.

Hearing the noise, Song Bai rubbed the damp moisture on his body indiscriminately. He came out from the balcony and kept a close distance from Ji Suiyun.

"Mr. Ji... finished watching the disc."

Ji Suiyun stared at him for a long time, Song Bai didn't know what he wanted to do, so he reflexively took a half step back.It was only then that he realized that Ji Suiyun's eyes were a little less obvious, and he looked at people with a bit of dismissive laziness and sexiness.

In fact, Ji Suiyun was only a little slower to react because of alcohol.He didn't eat much at night, his stomach was full of alcohol, and his irritated stomach felt a little uncomfortable.Ji Suiyun reached out and rubbed his temples, and suddenly remembered the big bowl of egg custard that Song Bai steamed that day.

"Go get me something to eat."

Song Bai was stunned for a moment: "What to eat?"

"casual."

Song Bai entered the kitchen for the first time today. There are a lot of kitchen utensils inside, but there are not many fresh vegetables.Song Bai boiled the water, intending to just make some noodles.

Ji Suiyun casually threw his coat on the side of the sofa, went into the bathroom and simply washed off the smell of alcohol and tobacco.He came out topless, only then did he see the sheets hanging on the window sill.Ji Suiyun thought it was unattractive, and felt that Song Bai was really petty, and he treated the laundry room as if it didn't exist. It seemed that he was used to living in pigeon cages, and put everything on the window sill to dry.

He thought this way, but it didn't prevent his heart from rising up, a kind of unknown thing that was swollen but tasted very light.

The hand-washed fabric is not very dry, and there is a lot of moisture coming from a long distance. There should be no softener and fragrance in the water, because Ji Suiyun's sensitive sense of smell can only smell the faint smell of laundry soap.

Very cheap taste, Ji Suiyun thought.But he was inexplicably looking forward to it. After drying and laying it back on the bed, it should be warm with sunshine and soap fragrance, which is unbearable.

Song Bai stared at the pot, showing great patience, watching the water in the pot slowly grow boiling bubbles with his eyes down.He just wanted to find something for himself to concentrate on.Give yourself the strength to persevere so that you don't collapse directly in the kitchen.

Ji Suiyun looked at him at the kitchen door, and suddenly felt that Song Bai was a bit like someone he had buried deep in his memory.When that woman was still alive, she occasionally went into the kitchen to cook soup in a well-fitting cheongsam.She doesn't like to hug Suian, but when she lowers her head to water flowers and make soup, she has a kind of extreme tenderness and light.

Ji Suiyun suddenly wanted to smoke, but then remembered that he had quit for a long time and had no cigarettes.

In order to make up for the irresolvable addiction, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Song Bai's waist.

Song Bai's hands shook, and the dried noodles threw themselves into the pot, splashing some hot water. Song Bai trembled slightly in Ji Suiyun's hands, but he didn't dare to move.

Ji Suiyun kissed Song Bai on the back of his neck. He had never seen such a sweet boy, who smelled like creamy candy.Ji Suiyun thought of the night when he saw Song Bai for the second time, watching Song Bai smirking at his phone under the parasol tree, his little tiger teeth were white.In fact, at that time, Ji Suiyun already wanted to bully him to the point of crying.

Ji Suiyun let go of Song Bai's waist, and took a few steps back.His dissatisfaction finally began to sprout other things, such as why, this person would belong to someone else.

Song Bai's tense body finally relaxed a little, and quickly stirred the bottom of the pot with chopsticks a few times.

The seaweed in the sea bowl is scalded with boiling water, and the soup is sprinkled with sesame oil and seafood soy sauce, which is a very northern way of eating.It smells very fragrant. Although it is simple, the hot noodle soup is very warm to the stomach.

Ji Suiyun sat at the dining table and waited, his eyes half-closed to relax after drinking heavily.The tattoo that spread from the back shoulder to the tailbone slightly undulated and trembled on the thin layer of muscle with breathing.

Song Bai had only glimpsed a little before, but today he saw all of it for the first time.That tattoo is a goat with huge wings, and a large black fire is burning.The patterns are vivid and have a strange beauty.

"The burn is covered." Ji Suiyun didn't know when he opened his eyes, and pointed the table with his index finger, motioning him to bring the bowl.

Song Bai put the bowl and chopsticks in front of his eyes.Rarely a little curious.

"Is it Azazel?"

Ji Suiyun paused with his chopsticks, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Song Bai: "Yes."

Song Bai had seen a little science popularization and introduction about western demons before, but he just didn't expect that Ji Suiyun would dare to tattoo this kind of thing on his body without any grudges.Is it because of a confidence that can be suppressed? Or is he like Azazel, a powerful and elusive fallen god.

This bowl of noodles didn't suit Ji Suiyun's taste, he couldn't get used to the taste of heavy oil and salt in the north, so he put it down after taking a bite.

"Go to sleep, pick one of the two guest bedrooms." Ji Suiyun threw the remaining noodle soup into the bowl along with the bowl, turned and left.

Song Bai hadn't eaten all day, and his stomach hurt from hunger at night.He curled up tightly, with his knees touching the tip of his chin, the pain was indeed much less at first, but gradually, the burning pain rose and intensified.He groaned in pain unconsciously and didn't sleep all night.

Someone knocked on the door early the next morning, Song Bai couldn't get out of bed, his body went from cold to hot, but his stomach pain was already numb.

After a while, there was a sound from the anti-theft door, which should be opened by Ji Suiyun.When Song Bai was dimly conscious, he was thinking that Lu Fucheng told himself that he would go back to Harbin today, it was so good.Song Bai was most afraid of Ji Suiyun, what he was afraid of was seeing Lu Fucheng sad.Yesterday, he was only separated from Lu Fucheng by a door, and that forced breath almost broke Song Bai's ten-year life.

Ji Suiyun pushed open the door of the guest bedroom, didn't knock on the door, but didn't go in either.

"It's time to get up, yesterday wasted a day."

Ji Suiyun's aura when he was sober was much colder than when he was drunk. Song Bai dared to lie in bed with Lu Fucheng, but he didn't dare to delay for a second in front of Ji Suiyun.But he was really uncomfortable, and it took a lot of effort to get up.

Song Bai couldn't understand what Ji Suiyun said, why was it wasted yesterday?This man has spent a lot of effort to rectify himself, and he has listened to his words and watched the two-hour disc, what else is there to count?