Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

Morning, May 2016, 5

Jian Shou instinctively reached out and touched the place next to him, but it was still cold.

Qiao Anshan hasn't been home for a long time, he knows he cheated.

Of course, the word "derailment" might be used inappropriately. He and Qiao Anshan had no way to get married, and it was not what Qiao Anshan wanted when they were together.

Jian Shou began to regret agreeing to be with Qiao Anshan because of selfishness.

Over the years, he gradually understood how hard it is to be with someone who doesn't love him.

At first, he thought that as long as he loved him enough, it would be enough for Qiao Anshan to be with him, but it turned out that he blamed himself for being too greedy.

It rained all night yesterday, the windows were wide open, and the cold wind was still pouring into the house.

Jian Shou felt that he probably caught a cold, his whole body was weak, and he didn't even have the strength to get out of bed, but his mind was gradually recalling what happened in college.

Before Jian Shou was found out about his secret love, Qiao Anshan took good care of him, showing respect to his friends and partiality to his brothers.

Such a beautiful relationship will confuse Jian Shou and let him show his feet.

Once some things are broken, they can never go back to the past.

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On the evening of December 2010, 12, the school celebration carnival.

When the fireworks bloomed above the school, half the sky was red, and with the snowflakes flying all over the sky, it was extremely romantic.

Jian Shou turned his head to look at Qiao Anshan who was beside him, the mottled and dazzling brilliance hung on his face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like the sweetest honey.

Qiao Anshan noticed his gaze, those black and white eyes were full of his own reflection.

The broad palm suddenly covered Jian Shou's small face, pushed back slightly, lowered his jaw slightly and asked with a smile: "What are you looking at?"

The palm rubbed against the soft lips, feeling cool and numb, Qiao Anshan quickly withdrew his hand, seeing Jian Shou's involuntarily shaking head, his eyes were full of smiles.

Jian Shou smiled foolishly: "I'm looking at you." It's so pretty~

Everyone in the dormitory was drunk that night. Jian Shou was sleeping on Qiao Anshan's upper bunk, and when he passed by his bed, he suddenly stopped.

Maybe it was because the moonlight was too alluring that night, and the smell of alcohol was intoxicating enough, Jian Shou leaned on the edge of the bed and kissed Joan Anshan's lips.

The silvery white moonlight fell on the faces of the two, their soft touch and careful breathing seemed to be possessed by a demon, and they were reluctant to part.

The heart was beating like crazy in the chest cavity, thump, thump, thump...

Jian Shou's eyelashes trembled violently, his eyes glistened with excitement, and his hot breath brushed Joan Anshan's cheek intermittently.

Just when the tip of his tongue tentatively brushed his lips, Joan Anshan opened his eyes.

The iron-like fist hit the face hard, and the flesh on the inner wall of the mouth was worn out and bled by the teeth.

Jian Shou sat on the ground unsteadily, staring at Qiao Anshan with nausea and vomiting.

Qiao Anshan's painful cough made him crawl over in a hurry, but his yelling was like a thunderbolt, knocking him dizzy.

"Fuck you pervert! Otherwise, I will beat you to death!"

Pervert...have you ever been scolded like this by someone you like?

It must have been so sad, Jian Shou rushed out of the door and broke into the midwinter night.

The cold wind and snow invaded Jian Shou's thin clothes, and the soles of his shoes sank into the snow again and again, and Jian Shou ran faster and faster.

With no purpose and no end, the boundless black has an inexplicable attraction.

Alcohol can make people perverted, love can make people crazy, Jian Shou cried while running, his nose and tears covered his face, crystals froze on his eyelashes, and he became ugly when he was extremely embarrassed.

He thought it was over, Qiao Anshan must hate him to death, he would hate himself to death.

After an unknown amount of time, Jian Shou's legs softened and he knelt on the ground. The snow water instantly melted into his clothes and wet his skin. He shivered from the cold.

On the lonely road, there is only a dim light every 20 meters.

Jian Shou curled up into a ball, casting a long and narrow shadow on the ground, the snow is still falling endlessly...

The other two people in the dormitory were as drunk as dead pigs, and they didn't respond to such a big commotion.

Qiao Anshan vomited three or four times lying on the bedside, before he almost emptied the wine in his stomach, and wiped the corner of his mouth fiercely with the back of his hand in disgust.

His eyes were still a little terrifying, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the open bedroom door, as if someone ran out?

Panting heavily, Qiao Anshan bounced back to the bed like a half-dead fish on a chopping board, his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand catties, and his mind was filled with chaos. He soon fell into a chaotic nightmare.

The street where I went home in my dream was still narrow and dark, and a few people who got off the night shift hurried past, and the sound of footsteps was far and near.

Joan Anshan was thinner than his peers when he was a child, and his defenseless appearance became the best target for criminals.

When he was suddenly strangled from behind and hung up, Qiao Anshan could only scream, but his mouth was tightly covered soon!

He could even smell the smoked tobacco on the other's fingers.

Cheeks and chests are firmly pressed against the rough wall, and the constant struggle of the limbs is like interesting foreplay for the man behind him.

Then there were constant impacts, and Qiao Anshan seemed to feel the scorching heat of that hard object through the layer of fabric that seemed to exist.

At that time, he was too young and too scared. He didn't understand what kind of injury it was but still burst into tears.

Then the pants cooled down, and the man let out a satisfied sigh, which made Qiao Anshan's scalp tingle and his whole body tremble.

The hand that was tightly restraining the fragile neck was finally released, and the little Joan Anshan collapsed to the ground like a rag bag.

The man's pretentiously fierce voice sounded above his head: "If you dare to tell your mother, you will die!"

Joan Anshan is a single-parent family, her mother lived like a man in order to raise him.

Mom is already very busy and miserable, he has no right to worry her.

Little Joan Anshan flinched, afraid that the action would satisfy the man and the distorted sense of accomplishment.

The action of pulling up his trousers was very exaggerated, the belt and keys jingled, he seemed to regard himself as a general who had won a battle, and then walked away.

In the end everything was dead still, but there was still a sickening smell in the air.

The child at the corner was sitting alone in the shadows, the small whimper sounded from under his head buried in his knees, looking helpless and sad...

Qiao Anshan was woken up by being kicked by Qi Hui in the same dormitory, but he was so angry that he got up, he slammed the bed with his forearm, sat up and shouted: "Why the fuck did you wake me up so early! "

Qi Hui was not afraid of him, and while cleaning the filth under his bed, he complained: "Qiao Anshan, are you disgusting? You vomited all over the place and you didn't know how to clean it up. You woke me up with the stink this morning!"

The neck was so sore, it should be a stiff neck, Joan Anshan slowly recalled what happened last night when he saw the mess on the ground.

Pressing your fingers on your lips, it seems that you can still feel the temperature at that time.

Gradually, Jian Shou's very delicate face and those eyes that always ooze clear water when looking at people gradually emerged in his mind...

Joan Anshan suddenly frowned in disgust, and wiped his lips vigorously.

"Where's Jian Shou?" Qi Hui asked suddenly, "Why didn't you disappear so early in the morning? He also drank a lot last night..."

Joan Anshan suddenly sat up from the bed, and then he remembered that he seemed to have punched Jian Shou yesterday, and maybe scolded him something unpleasant.

Joan Anshan didn't wear any socks, so he stepped on his sneakers and ran out.

Qi Hui stood in the dormitory and shouted: "Hey, Qiao Anshan, why are you so nervous, it's snowing heavily outside!"

Qiao Anshan wore only short-sleeved shorts when he slept last night, and his muscular arms and calves were completely exposed to the wind and snow.

He stood at the bottom of the dormitory in a daze, and a few passing students cast surprised glances at him.

He touched his trouser pocket, damn it, the phone wasn't in it.

The school is very big, and it was not easy to find someone. An hour later, Qiao Anshan's forehead was soaked with fine sweat.

No, no, no, nowhere, a dark cloud hung over his mind, he didn't know where a drunk man would go in a snowy day.

Will it be dumped in any corner of the alley, frozen into a popsicle without being found?

Qiao Anshan was standing in the ice and snow covered in sweat, his chest heaving up and down with rapid breathing.

He raised his head, more and more white snow fell on his face, he became more sober as he got colder, what was he going crazy just now?

When he ran back to the dormitory, Qi Hui and Tian Zhe were not there, and the cell phone rang to death from under the pillow.

With a bad premonition, Joan Anshan connected the phone: "Hello?"

The person on the other end of the phone was Qi Hui, his voice became sharp because of tension, and he said that Jane was guarding in the emergency room.

The finger bones holding the mobile phone were stiff and white, and there was a thin layer of sweat on the palm of his hand. Joan Anshan deliberately suppressed his voice: "Which hospital, I will come right away."

Qiao Anshan was sitting in the taxi with his elbows on the window. The driver asked him to close the window because he was afraid that he would be cold.

Pulling his fingers out from between the two rows of teeth, his eyes scanned the passing scene of the street over and over again.

"Please hurry up," he said.