Venus

Xia Qiyou traveled across half a continent and traveled in so many cities for half a year, of course not for Qiu Ziming's "I'm sorry".

But Qiu Ziming really didn't want to mention the past.He hastily tried to change the subject, "How long are you staying here? When will you go back?"

Under the dim light, Qiu Ziming leaned on the sofa, looking really tired.Sitting opposite him, Xia Qiyou felt that he was looking at a delicate and decadent oil painting.

"What about you?" Xia Qiyou asked without answering, "How long are you going to stay here?"

"Stay for another two months."

Xia Qiyou didn't expect that he didn't plan to stay long, "Where are you going in two months?"

"Where is where... There is no special plan."

"Have you been living like this all these years?" Xia Qiyou finally couldn't help asking.

Qiu Ziming was silent for a while, "Why do I feel that you are interrogating a prisoner?"

Probably wanting to drive away the embarrassment in the air, Qiu Ziming opened a bottle of red wine and poured some for himself and Xia Qiyou, "Isn't it the New Year? Let's celebrate."

Xia Qiyou was not interested, so he put down the goblet after taking a sip.He raised his eyes to look at Qiu Ziming again, but saw that he frowned and poured down a big cup.

After a while, Qiu Ziming's face turned crimson with drunkenness.He lightly rubbed his temples, his eyes wandered up and down, left and right, but he avoided Xia Qiyou's direction.

He opened his mouth, said nothing, poured another glass of wine, and wanted to put it in his mouth.Xia Qiyou clasped his wrist, took his wine glass and put it on the tea table, with a low voice, "You don't need to say what you don't want to say. Don't drink."

Qiu Ziming pulled away his hand uncomfortably, "Then... the year is over. I'm going back to sleep."

Xia Qiyou watched his back disappear around the corner, heard the sound of his bedroom door closing, felt chest tightness, grabbed Qiu Ziming's wine glass and drank it down.

Waking up very early the next day, Xia Qiyou got up and made coffee, but found no sugar in the cupboard.He tasted the original clear coffee, his face twisted from the bitterness.

"Morning," Qiu Ziming appeared behind him rubbing his forehead, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Xia Qiyou turned around and saw his stubbled chin, his fair skin and delicate collarbone under his slightly open neckline, his eyes became greedy uncontrollably.He tried his best to savor the bitterness of the coffee, took three deep breaths, and finally regained some sanity.

"Good morning. How did you sleep last night?" Xia Qiyou took another sip of coffee, his face wrinkled in bitterness.

"It's okay. The breakfast shops nearby are closed today, and I haven't prepared much ingredients. Is it okay to drink millet porridge?"

Xia Qiyou watched him approaching him, and when he took out several glass jars filled with different grains from the cabinet, the corners of his clothes were torn upwards, revealing his slender waist, and he clearly felt his own reaction.

Living alone for so long, it's not that he hasn't tried new relationships.It's just that every relationship was snuffed out by him before it even started.The first date was a glamorous and enthusiastic Chinese woman. After watching a movie, she deleted her contact information.The second date was a Caucasian boy whose temperament was three points similar to Qiu Ziming's.The boy took him to his apartment, pushed him behind the door and was about to kiss him.Xia Qiyou pushed him away abruptly, and then began a thorough Puritan life.

During more than two years abroad, he didn't know how to confess to himself that there was only one Qiu Ziming in the whole world.

only one.

Xia Qiyou watched Qiu Ziming open each jar, carefully felt the shape of the grain in each jar with his slender fingers, and judged the type. After distinguishing the millet, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he scooped up half a bowl with a measuring spoon.Xia Qiyou felt a kind of heart-wrenching happiness to see his most ordinary side in this way.

He put the jar back into the cupboard for Qiu Ziming, then wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, resting his head on his shoulder.

Qiu Ziming was drinking filtered water from a cup when his body froze.Water kept overflowing the cup, soaking his hands cold.

"Ziming..." Xia Qiyou turned off the water for him, holding his warm hand, "Come with me."

Qiu Ziming asked, "Where are we going with you?"

Xia Qiyou recalled what he said the night before, and said in a sour tone, "Where you go is where you are."

His body was tightly pressed against Qiu Ziming's back, and he felt Qiu Ziming's trembling. "I don't care about the past, but in the future, in the future..."

Qiu Ziming panted carefully, "Xia Qiyou, do you remember who I am? I caused Xia Jinghong to miss the best chance to save you. I took away your position as the heir of the Xia family. I destroyed the Xia family with my own hands. I personally lured you into Mr. Qiu's life." trap... I am your brother and your enemy."

Xia Qiyou's eyes were crazily scarlet, he let go of his intertwined emotions and out-of-control instincts, picked up Qiu Ziming by the waist and threw him on the sofa.

In a panic, Qiu Ziming bit his tiger's jaw, blood dripping on his lips, the sharp pain finally woke Xia Qiyou up.

Qiu Ziming's voice was also trembling, "I know I owe you a lot, and I can't give you an explanation that satisfies you, and I can't make you up. Even if you want to retaliate against me and humiliate me, you don't have to use this method... Think about it ...Think about Xia Jinghong."

Xia Qiyou threw himself on Qiu Ziming's chest like a helpless child.

He was so sad that he couldn't speak, and he was so sad that he couldn't even shed tears.

Qiu Ziming lightly patted him on the back, "It's a new year, live a good life. Make a clean break with me, a scumbag."

Xia Qiyou clenched his fist and slammed down on his ear, "Don't call yourself a scum!"

Qiu Ziming was at a loss for a long time, and finally blinked slowly.

Xia Qiyou saw the tears in the corner of his eyes, and pressed his forehead against his, "Ziming..."

He grabbed Qiu Ziming's hand with his bleeding hand and pressed it to his heart, "Do you feel it? I don't hate you, I don't want to take revenge on you, and I never thought of humiliating you...I...I like you."

Xia Qiyou's wounds on his tiger's mouth were all dry, but he still didn't want to be separated from Qiu Ziming.Qiu Ziming pushed him lightly, "I'm going to school, I promised Teacher Li to take them to the drama in the afternoon."

Xia Qiyou said in a low voice, "Together."

"Qiyou..." Qiu Ziming closed his eyes, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes, "Go back."

Xia Qiyou tightened his arms and kissed the corners of his eyes.He didn't understand that he was the one who clearly couldn't get what he asked for, but why Qiu Ziming was the one who cried.

He couldn't think of anything he didn't do well.He felt like he wasn't doing well anywhere.

She didn't express her feelings firmly, she didn't solve Qiu Ziming's concerns, she didn't really let go of her resentment towards him, and she couldn't face their identities freely.

But he is just a mortal; saying the word "like" is already a betrayal of the blood that he has cherished and believed in for more than 20 years.

Xia Qiyou thought wildly, and finally grabbed a life-saving straw from his chaotic thoughts.He asked: "What happened afterwards? He Xianming and Qi You, what happened to them afterwards?"

Qiu Ziming turned his face away in pain, "There is no future. Qi You left, He Xianming... There is no future."

Xia Qiyou broke his face, and the blood bump on his palm wiped his pale face, "How could there be no later? As long as you are alive, there will be later, isn't it?"

"He died. When Qi You left," Qiu Ziming's tone was exactly the same as Qiao Dailing's a few months ago, "He Xianming died."

"Then why did you let him go?" Xia Qiyou suppressed his anger, "You obviously cared, didn't you? Why did you let him go?"

"Because...because...he made him sad." Qiu Ziming laughed morbidly, "He Xianming's heart was moved, and then it was broken. It was broken and pieced back together, and then it was broken again. Repeatedly , he couldn't take it anymore.

So he wants to hurt Qi You and make him hate himself, so that Qi You will leave, so that he can find the balance in his life... He can also lie to himself that he drove Qi You away, not Qi You I went away by myself..."

Xia Qiyou went crazy.He no longer ignored Qiu Ziming's resistance, tore his clothes, gnawed his skin, plundered his body, and destroyed his soul.

He wanted to treat Qiu Ziming gently.

But Qiu Ziming doesn't want his tenderness.

……(slightly)

Qiu Ziming had never been so embarrassed before.He cried and said, "Xia Qiyou, you don't know, you don't know how much I liked you back then. But I can't go back. I can't go back."

Xia Qiyou seemed to want to vent out the emotions that had been pent up for more than two years.His clothes were soaked with sweat, his body was exhausted, and he still couldn't control his desire to abuse Qiu Ziming.

The sex that made both of them painful lasted until the afternoon, and Qiu Ziming was so tossed that he couldn't even stand up.Xia Qiyou called Teacher Li for him, and started smoking after hanging up the phone.

He burned the cigarette butt on Qiu Ziming's back shoulder, looking at the sudden scar on his hickey-scarred skin, a rotten pleasure surged in his heart.

As night fell, Xia Qiyou began to regret again, his stomach throbbed, and his heart was crushed mercilessly.He didn't want the two of them to be like this.

He knelt in front of Qiu Ziming, kissed his toes, and asked him to forgive himself.He clumsily cooked a pot of millet porridge and fed it to Qiu Ziming's mouth mouthful.

He hugged Qiu Ziming in the hot water for a long time, almost rubbing off a layer of his skin, but he couldn't wash away the eye-catching traces of sin left by him.

Qiu Ziming was silent for a long time, and finally smiled at him in a flat tone, "I have done a lot of bad things, and the only retribution is that I fell in love with you. You should hate me, but you shouldn't like I."

Xia Qiyou wanted to refute, but Qiu Ziming held his hand and asked him to continue: "I know what you want to say, there is no right or wrong when it comes to relationships...I agree with your point of view. But, but...life There are right and wrong choices. No one can live without anyone. You have a good life after you leave me, and I have a good life after I leave you.

But... you see, when we meet, no matter how hard I try to be a good brother, no matter how hard you try to hold back your resentment... there's only hurt and pain between us. "

Qiu Ziming smiled wryly, "So, in fact, we really shouldn't be together. It's not a question of whether we like it or not, but a lot, a lot, a lot."