Yesterday is not today

12

He didn't know where to go again.

This city is big and empty, and it seems that there is room for him everywhere, but it is too crowded everywhere, which cannot accommodate him who is thin and thin.

The world is so big, but he has nowhere to go.

However, he doesn't want to go back to that "home" today.

Originally, he should have left.

He got freedom and Xiao Yuan got health.

He shouldn't be delusional, to get more... more than he deserves.

Like belonging, like home, like...love.

How ridiculous, for a person like him who is struggling in the mud to dream of pure love, and it is clear that the love he wants may already belong to someone else.

From beginning to end, he should just be a bystander.

He shouldn't be reconciled, he shouldn't fool himself, lie to his heart.

He should admit his wishful thinking, admit that he is more and more excited and dependent day by day, admit that he has fallen into the abyss of emotion, admit that he is doomed to fail from the beginning in this self-righteous love the fate of the

He can't cry, he shouldn't cry.

Should he laugh because he's freed, and if he picks himself up, at least he can start over, start over?Does he really have such capital?

What a low self-esteem he is, so low self-esteem that he is not needed by others and feels powerless to go on.

He wanders the streets, his nights are the debauchery and prostitution of the past, the tranquility and warmth of not long ago, and the chaos and melancholy of the present.

At the entrance of the alley, a person stretched out his hand to him, the hand he was familiar with, the hand of longing, the hand of desire.

He walked around him, but another hand reached out to him.

One pair after another, until he was too lazy to dodge, until he fell back into the dark, damp night.

It is rotten, unbearable, depraved, and hopeless.

is his.

life.

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He hasn't come back yet.

Yan Chengli stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, looking seriously at the road winding up from the foot of the mountain.

The street lamps are bright, and the moonlight is as gentle as water.

But there was no one on the road, and there was no figure he wanted to see on the road leading to the villa late at night.

He waited and waited, from the first night to late at night, as if he didn't know how sleepy he was.

Finally, the shadow slowly appeared at the end of the path, and he wobbled slowly along the path, walking roundabout and carelessly.

It took a long time before he reached the garden, but he didn't push the door or walk up the steps.

He wanders in the garden like a dreaming poet.

Yan Chengli couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed open the door, the man turned his head, glanced at him hastily, and was about to go out again.

"Where are you going?" Yan Chengli asked hastily, with some panic in his tone.

"..." Ajiu didn't speak, and he didn't move any more. He turned his back to him, leaving him the shadow of his back under the moonlight.

"Still coming in?" Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Yan Chengli seemed to calm down the inexplicable emotions in his heart strangely.

He turned sideways, opened the door completely, and motioned Ah Jiu to enter.

Ah Jiu didn't go in, he neither approached him nor left him.

He froze.

"Do you want me to invite you in personally?" Yan Chengli urged him impatiently: "Go in quickly."

Ajiu approached slowly, but he lowered his head and bowed his body, like a thief, trying to sneak in from him.

The moment they crossed each other, Yan Chengli grabbed his back collar.

Ah Jiu couldn't move an inch.

Yan Chengli heard it.

That's... the smell of semen, the turbid breath, on this boy who came home late.

His sanity seemed to be on the edge at this moment, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you do? You came back so late."

"..." Ajiu still didn't speak.

Yan Chengli slammed him onto the door frame, and Ajiu slammed into the door frame hard, letting out a painful groan.

Yan Chengli pinched his neck and asked him, "What did you just do?"

Ajiu actually laughed softly, and that chuckle was very obvious at night.

"It's nothing." He said in a hoarse voice, "It's just an appointment."

Yan Chengli flicked the switch of the chandelier, and the whole living room was as bright as day, which also illuminated Ajiu.

Ajiu's lip was torn, his clothes were disheveled, his barely-fitting shirt was wrinkled, a few buttons had disappeared, red hickeys could be seen from his open collar, and his shorts There are still suspicious stains on the shoes, the shoelaces are loose, and black shoe prints are left on the supposedly white shoes.

He is like a puppet that has been ravished, losing its color, leaving only filth.

"It's just a business deal, Mr. Yan." Ajiu pressed his trembling and vigorous hand, and opened his fingers one by one: "You don't need to worry so much, am I fine?"

Finally he broke away from Yan Chengli's bondage, turned around, and wanted to get a little further away.

"Hehe, I made a deal." Yan Chengli made a strange voice, and the strange tone suppressed the omen of terror.

Ajiu continued to walk forward: "I'll take something, and I'll be leaving in a while."

"Go? Where are you going?"

"I don't know, let's look around." Ajiu said seriously: "Our agreement is over, Mr. Yan, I should go."

But he couldn't go anymore, there was severe pain in his scalp, and the pulling force seemed to pull his head off together, he groaned, and was dragged into his arms.

"You're very interesting, Gu Jiu." Yan Chengli pulled him into his arms: "No one has ever dared to leave safely after annoying me."

"...I don't understand what you mean," Ajiu was forced to raise his head, he turned his face to look at Yan Chengli's face, but failed.

In the next second, he was pushed down to the ground by Yan Chengli, and his pants were ripped off immediately after.

The author has something to say: Next, guys, in order to prevent me from being locked, I will adopt a stream-of-consciousness writing method. You can use your imagination, read it if you can understand it, and treat it as if I am rolling the keyboard if you don’t understand it. .

It's too difficult in this world now, if you don't write intimate scenes for abuse, then you still have to abuse!

If the stream of consciousness is blocked, I... I am too difficult...