If God is affectionate, forget him

"There is no need to talk about this between you and me." Hua Gangsheng said gently.

"what?"

"Sorry, thank you, trouble, sorry, these." He said, draining the water in the bathtub, turning on the shower to gently wash off the foam on his body, "You know, I'm willing to do anything for you." You did it."

"Are you willing to do anything?" He repeated his words, with some inexplicable expectations welling up in his heart.

But he didn't continue the topic, "Your plaster has been removed, it's better to leave the hospital as soon as possible. No matter how good it is here, it's no better than home."

"Home?" Julian was taken aback again.

Hua Gangsheng said: "The house on Jordan Road has been vacant, you should go back and live there for a few days."

"how about you?

"I'll accompany you." This time he answered simply.

"Okay." He also replied simply, as if he was afraid that if he spoke slowly, he would change his mind.

After speaking, he smiled at him, showing a very cute expression.

It seemed that the savage, domineering and unreasonable Julian just now was just his illusion.Hua Gangsheng shook his head with a smile, and wrapped him in a dry towel.

It's such a joy to be back here again. Julian thought.

Hua Gangsheng was opening his suitcase and hanging the clothes one by one in the closet.Finally he lifts a hotel bag in the trunk and pulls out a dark coat.

It was the coat he had left on board.After so many years, it seems that the smell of sea water still remains on it.

He looked back at him.

"It's your clothes." Julian smiled frankly, "These clothes have been with me all these years."

Amsterdam is the most open city in the world, where you can buy everything beyond your imagination.As long as you are willing to.

Dear Julian, he's right there.A person, accompanied by a piece of clothing, spent 28 years.

He split into two people.During the day, he is the proud and confident Mr. Lo, patrolling his empire under the envious and controversial eyes of everyone; at night, he is the lonely Julian, indulging in the illusion of the past, sleeping on alcohol and drugs.Day by day, these two completely different lives will extend in parallel in his life until they reach the end of his life.

He held a grand party, dressed in fragrant clothes, danced and danced to promote peace, and created a peaceful and prosperous world.He sat alone in a corner of the hall drinking slowly, and the room was full of fancy clothes, while he was wearing a cotton T-shirt, coarse trousers, and soft-soled sandals. His long hair covered half of his face. The new guests were amazed at his slovenliness.

"Who is this?"

"How did he get in here?"

"He is the master here." The butler made a serious face. He was tired of the waves of guests early in the morning.

"It's like the dew in the morning, the past days are bitter." He smiled and raised his glass to the air.

It has been a lot of hardships in the past.

This is not my story, this is my song.

Hua Gangsheng's eyes suddenly felt a little astringent.After hanging up the dress, he turned around and smiled at him calmly, "I'm going to do some shopping, you stay at home for a while."

This time Julian didn't ask him where he was going again.Back here, he began to feel at ease.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he walked slowly from room to room.The room still retains the way he remembered it—everything, accurate to position, angle, light, color, material, texture, smell—there seems to be a familiar smell floating in the air, reminding him of this room. Everything that happened in the house.

Even the sheets are the same as before.He reached out and touched it, and couldn't help laughing, wondering where he found the exact same sheet.

Strange to say, no matter how confused his memory was, he still remembered clearly what happened in this room.

He found all kinds of excuses to come to him, and spent every afternoon drinking and chatting with him stretched out.He likes to open the windows and blinds, let the breeze blow the sheer curtains, the afternoon sun spreads all over his body, and the troubles of the world seem to be isolated from him. In his short life experience, that is the most relaxed and safe place for him time.He was half lying down, with his hands behind his head, looking at that person from different angles, his quiet profile, his graceful jaw, Adam's apple, lips, eyebrows, eyes, and the fine sweat on his forehead.Whiteness, softness, purity, greenness, those familiar yet novel details aroused his senses, and all of them flocked to him involuntarily—he longed for him more than he longed for anything, no one in the world was better than him. Want him more, and no one is ready to dedicate as much to him as he is.He has studied every bone in his body, wishing to touch every inch of his skin—until one day, he walked into his room again, approaching him cautiously, gently, tenderly... He even once believed that he Got his acquiescence.

The man didn't turn him down.Although when he walked into the room, he found that he had drunk a lot of wine, but he was still conscious, but when he was testing him, he just half-closed his eyes, maintaining a confused posture, neither pushing She fired him, but didn't give him a slap. (He was actually mentally prepared.)

That was the first time, in the waking state, he didn't reject him.This result was a bit beyond his expectation, and it also made him so excited that he couldn't help himself. He remembered that he said a lot of things that day, he flattered him, made promises to him, he spoke incoherently and incoherently. If you feel blushing.

I wish he had forgotten.

But he himself cannot forget.

That afternoon, in his memory, in the passing time, always carried an intoxicating atmosphere, which made him melancholy and nostalgic.

Every detail, every movement, sound, smell, temperature, bit by bit.

Those short-lived happiness were sealed and sealed by him like wine, and buried deep in the ground without seeing the light of day. In the long and lonely years, whenever he thought of the past, he dug out the little happiness, Open the seal, close your eyes and smell the aroma - just smell it, you already feel a little drunk - he is not willing to drink it, and every anniversary, he only dares to drink a sip as big as a fingernail.

He only has so much happiness, and he is afraid of using it up, and losing the evidence for recollection in the rest of his life.

There was an old ID card in the drawer by the bedside, on it was a young man in uniform, with a bright smile, as fresh as the fruit just picked from the tree.

His hand rested on the name "Hua Gangsheng", and he traced his handwriting stroke by stroke slowly with his fingertips.

once, twice, three times...

There was a knock at the door, and it was he who had returned.

"What's delicious today?" He turned to look at him, smiling and winking.

"You'll know in a while."

Hua Gangsheng was cooking soup alone in the kitchen, and Julian slid in silently in a wheelchair. He leaned against the door, tilted his head, looked at his busy figure, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, but said in his mouth : "Why do you make these yourself? If you want to drink soup, just hire a worker to do it."

"You have such a nasty appetite, how many workers can serve you well?" Hua Gangsheng replied casually, scooped up some soup with a spoon, and was about to taste the soup, when he turned his head and saw Julian's stern eyes, he stretched out his hand To him, "Come here, have a taste."

Julian gulped down the soup in the spoon with his hands. He didn't taste the taste of the soup at all, he just felt full of joy, and couldn't help grinning at him, "It's delicious."

"Really?" He was a little puzzled, soup without salt?Will it be delicious?He scooped up another spoonful of soup, lowered his head and took a sip carefully, couldn't help frowning, then turned his head to look at Julian and asked, "What have you been living on all these years in the Netherlands?"

Julian raised his head and said slowly: "Well, the brain of the sperm whale, the eyes of the king squid, the goat's milk and honey wine from the Valhalla Temple, and the tears of the mermaid."

"Don't mess around, Julian."

"What can there be? Salmon from New Zealand, bluefin from Japan, white truffle from Italy, caviar from ALMAS—they say the fish is a hundred years old, it's a sin to eat—with champagne from Krug. I'm getting more and more Love champagne, champagne is a good thing. I like the 1998 Krug Clos du Mesnil, easy to drink, easy to drink, um, easy to get drunk. They also say that caviar can be used for depression, hey, I tell you, it doesn’t really work.”

"Sometimes I go to eat in a house outside the city, the seventeenth-century old castle. I like the old castle because there are so many rooms, and I can open and play with each room, and open them all once, and the time passes quickly. That hall , the hall can seat hundreds of people, the table, the table where I eat, can also seat 100 people, I ask them to light up all the lights, the fireplace is lit, and there is a band to accompany the dinner, seven courses, seven courses, I am alone eat."

He spoke enthusiastically, but a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Hua Gangsheng looked at him silently, then turned around, the steam in the soup pot suddenly rushed into his eyes, his vision suddenly became blurred, and before he knew it, a tear fell into the tumbling soup.

(To be continued)

The author has something to say: The author has something to say: Just a preview, this is the last Chapter 2, and the next chapter will be the final chapter.I finally didn't abandon the pit, and I can finally...write a special episode (car)!