Wen Xiaohui's body was trembling like a leaf in the wind, he didn't dare to raise his head, in the cold winter, sweat was streaming down his cheeks, he almost instinctively wanted to close the car door, but the car door was fixed by that powerful hand , he couldn't shake half a point at all.
A hand was placed on his shoulder, and Luo Yi's familiar voice rang in his ears: "Brother Xiaohui, get out of the car." The warmth was like a warm sun, but it was as cold as frost.
Wen Xiaohui bit his lower lip hard, forcing himself to regain a little mobility from the deepest fear. He punched Luo Yi in the abdomen with all his strength. He didn't bother to close the car door, and wanted to run when he started the car. This impulse to escape from Luo Yi has been deeply buried in his bones and has become his instinct.
Luo Yi's breathing suddenly became a little heavy. He grabbed Wen Xiaohui by the neck and dragged him out brutally. Wen Xiaohui stumbled with his left foot and fell to the ground with a thud.
With a loud bang, the car door was slammed shut. Wen Xiaohui looked back at his car, as if his last hope had been shattered before his eyes.
A pair of feet wearing handmade leather shoes appeared in his sight, and the legs of the trousers were as straight as blades. Wen Xiaohui blinked, and in a daze, the scene of their first meeting appeared in front of him.
At that time, he was blown to the ground by Luo Yi's bicycle. When the boy ran over, what appeared in his sight were snow-white sneakers and loose sweatpants, the boy's dazzling smile like the sun and the refreshing smell on his body , just like the slightly boozy wind in that spring, caressing his face gently, bringing him the warmest and sweetest time.
five years. Things are different.
If only... if the young man he loved, the gentle, caring and intelligent Luo Yi, was real. He misses that Luo Yi so much, thinks so much, thinks that after such a long time, his heart aches like twists and turns, this ups and downs relationship, at the end, what he feels is not deceit and hatred, but loss Beloved. He felt that the person he loved was dead, the person who moved his heart, pleased him, and admired him disappeared forever in this world.
It couldn't have hurt more.
He was lifted from the ground by a pair of strong hands. He finally raised his head and looked at the person in front of him through his blurry eyes.
So strange.
The face that has obviously become more mature and gloomy, and the facial features that are clearly familiar enough to be painted with bare hands, yet seem so strange. The boy who he only needed to look up to before and could hook his shoulders effortlessly, now has a height and a strong body that he has to look up to. He watched a little wolf cub grow up with his own eyes, but he didn't realize it.
Luo Yi looked deeply at Wen Xiaohui, inch by inch, relentlessly, for more than a year, with more than five hundred stars day and night, he could not get this face out of his mind even a day. He once thought about whether it should be right for a person to influence his brain so much, but later he found that it had nothing to do with it, he couldn't control himself. He missed Wen Xiaohui, wanted to see him, wanted to hug him, wanted to hear his voice, that strong desire surpassed everything he had insisted on in the past, and he was afraid.
When he approached Wen Xiaohui with a purpose, he felt that this person was in his pocket, but now, it seems that he was the one who was taken down...
Wen Xiaohui struggled to withdraw his arm, Luo Yi put his arms around his waist, pressed his body into the host's arms, and said in a low voice: "Don't move anymore, I don't want to fight with you, but I can tie you up." Get up and don't make me do this."
Wen Xiaohui's breathing was accompanied by trembling, he gritted his teeth and looked at Luo Yi.
In Luo Yi's eyes, that stubborn look exuded both hateful and delicious temptation. He closed his eyes, calmed himself down a little, and then dragged Wen Xiaohui into the building.
Wen Xiaohui lived on the first and second floors of this bungalow. He watched Luo Yi pull his key, opened the door, and pushed him in. The door was closed behind him.
The living room was brightly lit.
Wen Xiaohui looked at Luo Yi who was approaching, retreated step by step, and finally had no way to retreat because he reached the dining table.
Luo Yi threw down the keys, took off the black windbreaker slowly, and said flatly, "Do you want to know how I found you?"
Wen Xiaohui swallowed, and said the first sentence after the reunion: "How did you find me?"
Luo Yi slightly clenched his lips, his eyes were cold: "I know you and Li Shuo are both in Pengcheng, but I can't determine the location. This time he returned to the capital rashly, so I have a chance to track him down, and you, you also relaxed your vigilance. Book a flight ticket with your own identity... What, you think you can leave right away?" Luo Yi walked up to Wen Xiaohui step by step, reached out and pinched his chin, "Do you think I will let you go?"
Wen Xiaohui opened his hand: "This is not your territory, how dare you mess around..."
"If I dare, what are you going to do?" Luo Yi bowed and looked at Wen Xiaohui at the same level, supported the edge of the table with both hands, trapping him between his arms and his body.
Wen Xiaohui bit his lower lip tremblingly, and said in a very low voice: "Why can't you let me go..."
"Let you go?" Luo Yi's eyes changed, and a raging anger climbed up his brows almost instantly, making his expression flicker with ferocity, "Will I eat you? I just want to be good For you, I will make it up to you, why do you have to run, why!" Luo Yi growled.
"Because you are a lunatic!" Wen Xiaohui shouted loudly: "You are an inhuman beast, I don't want to see you, I don't want to be with you anymore..."
Luo Yi grabbed the back of his neck, pressed him down on the dining table, and kissed him roughly on the lips.
Wen Xiaohui's eyes widened, his hands struggled vigorously, trying to reach anything on the dining table, Luo Yi brutally plundered the pair of lips he had been thinking about day and night, and at the same time waved his long arms to remove the fruit plate, candlesticks, and vases on the dining table. Wait until it's all swept to the ground!
Wen Xiaohui was almost suffocated by Luo Yi's crazy and domineering plunder. He pushed and pushed Luo Yi desperately, but Luo Yi hugged him to the dining table, only to hear a ripping sound, his sweater was pulled by Luo Yi opened!
Luo Yi was impatient like a group of hungry wolves, wishing to swallow Wen Xiaohui alive, Wen Xiaohui tried in vain to curl up his body, in front of Luo Yi, he would always feel helpless, it was the natural fear of creatures stronger than himself , both physically and psychologically.
Luo Yi's kiss fell along Wen Xiaohui's chin to his Adam's apple, then to his collarbone, and finally to his bare chest.
"No, Luo Yi, no!" Wen Xiaohui's hoarse voice was mixed with unimaginable anger and sadness.
Luo Yi was probably awakened by his voice, and regained his reason from the rage and longing. He stopped his movements, slowly raised his head, and stared at Wen Xiaohui. There was a little clarity in his dark eyes, and he frowned tightly. Looking at Wen Xiaohui's embarrassing, sad and indignant look under him, he felt a little bit of grievance under his helplessness.
As soon as Wen Xiaohui relaxed his body, he slapped Luo Yi hard with his hands.
Luo Yi pressed his tongue against his numbed cheeks, brushed the messy hair on his forehead, stroked the tears in the corners of Wen Xiaohui's eyes with his fingers, and said softly: "Answer me a question, if the answer satisfies me, I will Let go of you, okay?"
Wen Xiaohui wished he could bite off that finger.
Luo Yi's fingers slid down his cheeks, passed over his pointed chin, and finally slid onto the small fleshy ball on his chest, and rubbed it gently: "In the past five hundred days, Li Shuo has touched You."
Wen Xiaohui bared his teeth, like a cornered beast.
Luo Yi's finger continued to slide down, and then landed on his belt buckle: "Speak, has he touched you? If the answer is not what I want, then the consequences will not be what you want."
Wen Xiaohui's breathing was short and trembling, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and even the muscles in his cheeks were stiff and painful.
"Hey, talk, you lie, I will know."
Wen Xiaohui tried hard to find his voice, but he was shaking uncontrollably: "No."
Luo Yi stared at him for a long while, withdrew his fingers, lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead: "I believe in you." Then he pulled Wen Xiaohui up, straightened his clothes, combed his hair, and thoughtfully It was as if nothing had happened just now.
But Wen Xiaohui only felt that the place he touched was like being crawled by a poisonous snake.
Luo Yi hugged Wen Xiaohui in his arms, and said with infinite love: "I miss you so much, I really miss you so much, don't leave me again."
Wen Xiaohui's body was stiff and he was stunned.
He hid for more than a year, left his family, friends, and favorite job, and fled to this strange city to start from scratch. What was the reason for? ! In the end, nothing changed... He closed his eyes, and at that moment, he really realized what it means to accept fate.
This is really his life, what else does he resist.
That night, Luo Yi hugged him all the time, and whispered his thoughts in his ear. Although his tone was gentle, Wen Xiaohui could still hear the hidden anger. He knew that Luo Yi was very angry. Even if he wants to turn his back on such a small move, it will cause Luo Yi's emotional changes. Under the gentle appearance Luo Yi strives to maintain, there is a volcano that may erupt at any time, as long as he says or does something wrong. , it will detonate Luo Yi, this person is more dangerous than before.
Wen Xiaohui didn't know how he fell asleep, probably because he was really tired, and he slept very deeply that night.
When he woke up the next day, the smell of breakfast wafted into his nostrils, he got up from the bed in a trance, it took longer than usual for his brain to wake up from a daze, when he realized the reason for the smell When he got up, he shivered violently.
Luo Yi... Luo Yi has found him, and the illusion of his freedom in Pengcheng has been completely crushed.
In fact, he knew in his heart that there would always be such a day. He used to think that when this day came, he would collapse, but in fact, he was very calm, maybe because he had prepared for too long, he was calm and Numbly accepted.
He took out his mobile phone, sent an email to Luo Rui, and told Luo Rui in an unusually indifferent tone that Luo Yi had found him, and he couldn't go to the United States anymore, and asked Luo Rui to explain to his mother on the grounds of the studio. Then, he turned off the phone.
Luo Yi didn't know when, but quietly appeared at the door, looking at him quietly.
Wen Xiaohui looked up at him.
Luo Yi grinned, that smile was so pretty, it was like a spring breeze: "Baby, come and have breakfast."
Wen Xiaohui got off the bed silently, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and then sat at the table and ate.
He suddenly felt very tired, thinking of all his struggles and resistances, what is the point? Knowing today, what did he do when he escaped from the capital? If he had learned to accept his fate early, he would not have made his relatives and friends sad and troubled, and he would probably have suffered less.
He didn't know whether his current state of mind should be called peace with the situation, or a broken pot. In short, he felt numb.
"Is it delicious?" Luo Yi mixed a salad for him, and peeled off three big prawns: "It's been a long time since I made breakfast for you. You're not here. I rarely cook, and my hands are raw."
Wen Xiaohui didn't speak, just ate with his head down.
Luo Yi propped his chin and looked at him quietly, with an indescribably complicated thought flowing in his eyes: "Your nose is beautiful, and it doesn't look like you've been injured at all."
Wen Xiaohui still didn't respond.
"Your new hairstyle is also very good-looking. Have you been exercising recently? Your muscles have strengthened a lot."
Luo Yi talked for a long time, but Wen Xiaohui's response was only - silence.
Luo Yi's lips trembled, and his fists tightened and loosened under the dining table. In the end, he pinched Wen Xiaohui's chin and forced him to raise his head: "What's the matter, are you planning to have a cold war with me?"
Wen Xiaohui put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said flatly: "I just figured it out suddenly." I figured it out overnight.
"What did you figure out?"
"I'll go back with you. But I hope to go to work and see my family and friends." Wen Xiaohui's eyes wandered a little, as if to relieve the suffocating depression in his heart when he said these words.
"Of course." Luo Yi looked at Wen Xiaohui, obviously he should be happy, Wen Xiaohui took the initiative to go back with him, but for some reason, he couldn't feel any joy. He knew that Wen Xiaohui had changed, the former heartless, carefree, laughing and joking Wen Xiaohui had disappeared at some point.
Wen Xiaohui wiped his mouth, got up and left the table.
Looking at his back, Luo Yi felt a pain in his heart. He remembered that Luo Rui said that he changed Wen Xiaohui into a different person. Yes, he hadn't seen that Wen Xiaohui for a long time, so long that he wondered if that Wen Xiaohui ever existed.
There was never a moment when he realized more clearly than now that he had ruined the person he loved the most. He took away Wen Xiaohui's happiness, the most simple trust and smile in people. This hurt him ten or a hundred times more than Wen Xiaohui's indifference to him.
What the hell did he do.
But he can't let go, he can't do it, Wen Xiaohui's existence has become a kind of "nutrient" for him, the only nutrient that allows him to feel the joy of living, without this person, he doesn't care about life or death, he is just a walking dead .
So, he couldn't let go...