lover relationship

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"Brother Liang?" Xiao Suhua couldn't open her eyes, and wiped the sweat from Liang Congdao's forehead, "Brother Liang, dreams are always reversed, don't be afraid."

Liang Congdao grabbed Xiao Suhua's hand and squeezed it. He let out a long sigh of relief, and was supported by Xiao Suhua to lie back slowly.

Looking at the ceiling in the darkness, spinning dizzily, Liang Congdao fell into an uneasy sleep.

Fu Zhifei's birthday was not long before Sangye's. Pity him for running away from home, and no one to celebrate his birthday with him.

Fu Zhifei didn’t have many close friends. Most of the fellow painters were in Shanghai, and there were few in Suhe.

When Sang Ye came with presents, Mr. Fu was still immersed in painting. The colorful butterflies in the paintings were romantic, with slight phosphorescence shining on the wings, but the garden was withered and lifeless.

Sang Ye observed for a while, then sighed: "You said you, you want to save face and suffer, since you feel lonely, why can't you condescend and find a companion?"

Fu Zhifei glanced at him: "When did you hear about me?"

Sang Ye sneered, "So you don't listen to me, do you?"

Fu Zhifei snorted softly, as a promise.

"Okay," Sang Ye put down the small cake and gift in his hand, "Dad, can you tell me which one do you like? Let me help you find it?"

Fu Zhifei said casually: "He is good-looking, young, mature and sensible."

Sang Ye opened his mouth, and was laughed angrily by him: "Do you want to be young or mature? Co-author 28 in the daytime and [-] in the evening, so that you, an old hooligan, can have a confidant of an old cadre. It’s fresh, tender and delicious, isn’t it?”

Fu Zhifei himself laughed.

"Why do you think it's so beautiful?" Sang Ye rubbed his chin and said coquettishly, "I thought about it, and I think I'm the only one with such charm. You beast, you actually want to attack a little flower like me, okay? Hard heart!"

Fu Zhifei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Get away from me son, you are the only one who plays too much every day."

Sang Ye smiled and said, "It's your birthday today. I won't compete with you for this seniority. If you want to be a father, you can be a father. I'm reluctant, yes."

Fu Zhifei shook his head, and Sang Ye sat on the floor of his study with the little cotton candy in his arms: "Hey, brother."

Young Master Sang Ye called him brother, Fu Zhifei changed a piece of paper to practice calligraphy, and asked him without raising his head, "What's wrong?"

The tone is much softer.

"Based on this, we're only a few years away from 30..." Sang Ye snapped his fingers, "You're 28 now, and I'll be 28 in a few days."

Fu Zhifei said softly, "Aye, you should grow up."

Sang Ye sneered: "It's as if you've grown up, and you're not a rebellious youth who ran away from home. In this way, your rebellious period is quite long. How old were we when we jumped over the wall and played truant in junior high school? Just twelve? After 16 years of rebellion, Yang Guo was able to find Xiao Longnv."

Fu Zhifei practiced handwriting at random, and wrote a sentence "Liuguang is easy to throw people away, cherries are red, and plantains are green" in the blank space on the newspaper.

Fu Zhifei said: "I know what I want when I run away from home, do you know what you want?"

"What do I want? I want Sang Qin to die." Sang Ye said lightly, the little dog lay on his chest and sniffed his face, but Sang Ye rubbed his head and pushed him back, as if he was rubbing a doll.

The little dog was dissatisfied with his actions and cried out for help, but Fu Zhifei bent down to rescue him in time.

Fu Zhifei frowned, he wanted to persuade Sang Ye, but he knew Sang Ye's temper.

Just like their usual way of getting along as old friends, they have different views on things and look at problems from different angles.Fu Zhifei persuaded Sangye to be calm, but Sangye would not listen; Sangye hoped that Fu Zhifei would be free and easy, but Fu Zhifei was indeed unable to do so in some traditional aspects.

None of them will listen to others, but this is the best way to get along as friends. They are different, but they are tolerant of each other.

Sang Ye smiled: "Okay, I shouldn't say this in front of you, otherwise I will be disloyal, filial, benevolent, and I will be scolded to death by you, an old man."

Fu Zhifei smiled and shook his head.

At noon, Fu Zhifei didn't call the housekeeping aunt, but ordered the food from the hotel to be served hot at home, and the two of them drank some wine.

Fu Zhifei doesn't like drinking, because he doesn't like addictive things. He is cautious, introspective, stubborn and rigid, but he drinks very well, and occasionally drinks with friends. He likes whiskey.

Sang Ye could not figure out what he wanted, and could not figure out whether it was right or not.

The tens of millions of shortfalls in Zi'anli were not caused by strong winds. When he was still in Montpellier, he was keenly aware of this when he got Zi'an's financial report in his hand.

There is a problem here, a big problem.

So he came proudly and dismissively.He wants to beg for the little tombstone in the cemetery overlooking the east. He hates, hates his mother's affectionate mispayment, and hates his father's disdain.

But Sang Qin, a man with rotten roots, can he know what is right and what is wrong?

Even if he retaliated, he would not be able to get the pleasure of revenge.

His father would not cry bitterly, would not repent humbly, even if he repented humbly, he would have lost his chance long ago.

After all the calculations, it is just an unwillingness.

Sang Ye came to celebrate Fu Zhifei's birthday, but he passed out first.

Fu Zhifei stopped him several times, but the wine was brought by Sang Ye, so he couldn't stop him, a wine lunatic.

The whiskey burned his stomach, and Sang Ye wiped away his tears and said, "I don't know what I want."

And then kept repeating this sentence.

Fu Zhifei put him on the sofa and asked him to rest. Sang Ye held Fu Zhifei's hand and wept bitterly, calling him "brother".

That happened when he was very young. At that time, Sang Ye was doted on by his family, even if his father didn't pay attention to him, the boy was heartless and happy.

He has been a squeamish boy since he was a child, he loves to cry a lot, he is naughty, and he likes to be brave.

Fu Zhifei's eldest brother and the others are several years old, smart and sensible, well-mannered, and don't play with his two little kids.Sang Ye loved to cause troubles since he was a child, and he cried first when the troubles were over, and no one played with him in the compound.Fu Zhifei was only a few days older than him, and he followed Fu Zhifei like a little tail, one mouthful of "brother".

During the fight, he called himself "Brother", and after the fight, he hid behind his back in tears and asked him to clean up the mess, calling him "Brother".

The daily life of his two rebellious teenagers was like this, both were very bad.

Later, Sang Qin resigned and left, and Sang Ye moved out of the compound with his mother. It took a year and a half before he rented a house to live in again. When Fu Zhifei saw Sang Ye again, he changed.

He became ruthless, his eyes became bitter and resentful, his smile was far less innocent than when he was a child, and he no longer cared about Fu Zhifei calling him "Brother", the two started arguing over who is "Dad", and until now there has been no result.

Fu Zhifei watched as Sang Ye wiped his tears and nose on his sofa cushion, and immediately stuffed a box of tissues.

Sang Ye was crying and making noises like acting, it was really confusing.

Fu Zhifei deliberately asked someone to take him home, but he didn't know where Sang Ye's home was.

They are all "different".

Sang Ye howled for a long time, muttered and began to talk about the embarrassing things about him and Fu Zhifei when they were young, about how they put a fat bully into the squatting hole in the school toilet, about how they jumped from the second floor when they were teenagers to pretend to be aggressive They broke their legs and said that they had an appointment with the hooligans from the "Wang Bayi Middle School" on the opposite side.

Fu Zhifei had one head as two adults, wishing he could use a rag to cover his mouth that kept chattering all day long.

But at this time, the cell phone was still ringing and his mother wanted to join in the fun. When the puppy heard the cell phone ringing that wasn't his long-legged father, he thought the house had been burglarized, and started barking too.

Sang Ye's mournful voice, the noisy ringtones and the dog's howling are mixed together, it's a headache!

Fu Zhifei pushed Sang Ye twice: "Stop howling! Answer the phone!"

Sang Ye was lying on the sofa with his hips on his back, and he yelled fiercely, "In the pocket of his trousers! Take it yourself!"

Fu Zhifei grabbed his trouser waist and beat him up.

Sang Ye is honest.

While humming, he took out his mobile phone to answer the call by himself, and said milkily and harshly, "Hello? Which family's grandson?"

A familiar low-pitched laughter came from the other end of the phone, and Lin Wei's voice was soft and magnetic against his ear: "Have you been drinking, huh?"

Sang Ye suddenly lost his voice, and muttered for a long time, but no one could hear what he was talking about. Fu Zhifei looked down, and this shameless thing turned red.

Fu Zhifei lit a cigarette and smoked it irritably, seeing Sang Ye twisting like a caterpillar on his sofa, his hands were itchy with hatred and wanted to beat him up.

Lin Wei asked at the other end, "Aye, where are you?"

Sang Ye hummed and said, "My son's house."

Fu Zhifei stepped forward and raised his hand, and Sang Ye immediately changed his words: "My father's house!"

Fu Zhifei nodded at him viciously, and Sang Ye burrowed into the corner of the sofa: "Brother Zhang, avenge me...I'm dead...everyone bullied me...There's no way out..."

Lin Wei was angry and funny, and asked him patiently: "Who bullied you?"

"The surname is Fu," Sang Ye glared at Fu Zhifei, and then said cowardly, "My brother..."

He was vague and couldn't tell the address, and finally Lin Wei asked him to call "his brother/son/his father". After several times of dialing, Fu Zhifei answered the phone.

"Lin Wei?" Fu Zhifei said.

"Yes, it's me. Mr. Fu?"

Fu Zhifei felt that Lin Wei was speaking calmly, but he didn't relax his vigilance. He just said, "Sang Ye is with me on my birthday. He drank too much. He will be fine after a short rest."

Lin Wei didn't listen at all, just said: "Where is Mr. Fu now?"

Fu Zhifei hesitated for a while before saying, "...I'm at my home."

It was difficult for Li Xia of Gua Tian to explain, so he hesitated.

Sure enough, Lin Wei said, "I'll pick up Sang Ye and send him home."

Fu Zhifei: "..."

Fu Zhifei felt that Lin Wei was not a good person, and he was unwilling to throw his brother to someone who coveted him. After all, according to Sang Ye, Lin Wei wanted to sleep with him.

Sang Ye got drunk with him, and he couldn't give Lin Chen an opportunity.

Fu Zhifei thought so, and before he could utter a word of rejection, Sang Ye started wailing into the phone: "Why are you still here to pick me up! You scumbag! You shit!"

Fu Zhifei suddenly felt that he was thinking too much, why did he think about Sang Ye, Sang Ye really had no clue about his situation.

When Lin Wei came to pick him up, Sang Ye was still on the loose, stepping on the sofa and reciting poems aloud——

He stretched out his hands, and made a dramatic gesture of poetry reciting, and said with emotion: "You opened me gently, like spring, opening flowers petal after petal—you opened me like The dark corridor leads to the face of death: under the day of falsehood, untie the root of life that is entangled with everything!"

He seemed to be singing praises in a robe, as if he had just stepped off the stage of an opera house, hadn't taken off his exaggerated makeup, and hadn't finished his lines.

Lin Wei stood at the door of Fu Zhifei's house. Fu Zhifei had nothing to do with Sang Ye, so he politely invited Lin Wei in.

Lin Wei took off his leather shoes and walked towards him directly.

Sang Ye was wearing white ankle socks, pointed at Lin Wei with a finger and suddenly smiled and said, "Hey, that son! Tell me, how about we kill Sang Qin?"

Hearing the disrespectful words, Lin Wei just laughed in his ears, and Lin Wei said, "Just do whatever you like."

This is the difference between the tolerance of a friend and the indulgence of a lover.

Sang Ye was happy, put one hand on his heart, stretched out one hand to him, and read aloud with a smile: "You walk into me, from the rising of your sun, over the sky to the waves of my sunset, you walk in and ignite a Splendid palace!"

Lin Wei stretched out his hand to him, and Sang Ye jumped off the sofa, laughing and jumped into his arms.

The strong smell of wine and passionate emotions rushed into his embrace, filling his whole body.

Sang Ye looked at him with his eyes bent over the drunk and confused peach blossoms. Under Lin Wei's indifferent expression was an uncontrollable heartbeat. He looked at Sang Ye, his voice was calm and elegant, but it was hard to hide his heartbeat.

Lin Cheng answered:

"For your boldness is your furthest border:

"My skin also offers the devotion of a heartbeat."

The author has something to say: I am late, bow!

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You open me gently, like spring

Open the flowers one by one,

You opened me up like a dark passage

To the Face of Death: Below the Days of Hypocrisy

Untie the root of life that is entangled with everything;

You walked into me from the rise of your sun

Waves that roll over the sky till my sunset,

You entered and set fire to a splendid palace:

For your boldness is your furthest border:

My skin also gave heartbeat devotion.

——Mu Dan's "Discovery" (excerpt)