The man didn't show his due joy, but his eyes sank: "Qi Jin, aren't you making excuses?"
At this moment, Qi Jin raised his eyes slightly, and the sarcastic gaze seemed to be a heavy hammer in his competitive heart, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up: "I can't move, and I don't have my phone on me, so you're afraid that I won't be able to cut through the wall and get out. ?—Are you looking down on me too much, or are you too insecure about yourself?"
The key is the last sentence.
Men's nature is hard when they are hard, and soft when they are soft. Qi Jin's attitude doesn't seem to be as sharp as before, and he doesn't have to do that kind of thing that hurts both sides.
It was an accident to meet Qi Jin, and it was even more unexpected to hear that he humiliated himself severely.
The superposition of accidents and accidents is enough to ignite a man's desire to conquer.
"That's good, you can go." Don't worry, he has time anyway, and it's not good for him to push people in a hurry.
"What surprises me even more is... You've actually changed your sex, and you don't feel nauseated anymore when you look at the man's body?" Qi Jin laughed again at this time, unable to see the coldness and warmth in his expression.
The man was taken aback.
Although I had been in contact with Qi Jin for a period of time when I was studying, I still instinctively felt physical rejection in the face of a man's body. When stroking each other, I didn't want to touch any part that reminded me that the other party was a man. It is comfortable to imagine being a woman. I watched a few GVs out of curiosity, but I vomited before I finished watching them. I thought to myself—I am still a normal person, and the physical contact limited to the surface should not be regarded as "sick".
Fortunately, Qi Jin is a person who knows contentment.
At that time, a hug could kill him for days, and once in a while, a kiss would be fine. Watching him cover the red ear with his hand, I can't say how proud I am.
But now, the Qi Jin in front of him is different, like a solid ice.
However, the man firmly believes that breaking the shell, it still contains the simplicity and softness of the past, which can be pinched in the palm of his hand.
"People change." The man explained the change in his thinking.
After so many years of marriage, it is the seven-year itch, because the relationship between husband and wife after the birth of the child is gradually not as good as before. Like some male colleagues around him, ordinary family life makes him feel monotonous and even boring, and he can't help but fantasize about it. .
Maybe it's time for some freshness and excitement.
Qi Jin heard this in silence, with a half-smile, repeating word by word.
"It seems that people do change."
"Of course, it's mainly because the object is you, you are different." The man added quickly. He couldn't tell what meaning was hidden in Qi Jin's expression, and he didn't forget to send a thoughtful sentence, which could make the other party happy while concealing his true thoughts. No matter in the past or now, he is the least stingy in sweet words.
Qi Jin didn't respond, just pulled his right hand coldly, the man hesitated for a moment and then slowly released it.
Under the staring eyes of the other party, he stepped towards the bathroom door step by step, and after stepping over the threshold, he quietly closed the door.
The moment he closed the door, his first action was to touch the lock button.
After pressing it down smoothly, he firmly pressed against the door panel and took a deep breath as if he was drowning. Forcing himself to stay awake, he went back and quickly twisted the lock to confirm that it was locked. Then he staggered forward two steps and sat on the edge of the bathtub extremely tired.
"Hehehe..."
I don't know why I'm laughing, but I still use such an ugly voice.
Depressed, he lowered his head and looked at the floor. The cold white tiles on it reminded him of many things from the past.
For example, the bride's white wedding dress at a wedding. At that time, he still remembered every sentence of the blessing he read, and he also remembered the beautiful smile on the girl's face, a very good girl, not worth it for her.
For example, the empty ward where he was hospitalized after his car accident. Now my throat is the same as when I swallowed rice, and every swallow is bitter and tormented. The stomach cramped faintly, as if it was hollowed out by something, but he didn't want to eat anything, but had the urge to retching.
He wasn't someone who was about to die, but the fragments of those memories passed by like a revolving lantern, confirming that he suddenly seemed to be worthless in the past.
No... Or rather, he was indeed dead.
At least something in his body was completely buried. Although the whole process of the funeral was very gloomy, he was glad that he was finally liberated and lived up to the little bit of trust that men regarded as garbage today.
Qi Jin slowly raised his head and faced the huge glass mirror in the bathroom.
His face was like wax, and it had nothing to do with incandescent lamps - thanks to that man, he was able to have such nasty thoughts in front of this ghostly appearance. He sneered sarcastically, laughed at the other party, and at himself, and then the corners of his mouth turned down again, returning to a state of expressionless.
He raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was already seven o'clock.
It's true that he can't cut through the wall and run out through a hole in this place, but as long as the man is slack enough that he can lock the door, he can waste time indefinitely.
From time to time, the sound of men pacing back and forth outside the bathroom could be heard, and the patience of the other party was gradually lost.
Qi Jin waited for about ten minutes. In order not to make the other party suspicious, he turned on the faucet in the bathtub and let the shower start spraying water. Within a moment, the bathroom was filled with the sound of water flowing.
The exhaust fan is on.
From his position, he could feel a burst of cold air passing through the crack of the door and into the trouser legs. A coolness gradually came up from both legs, but the back was smoked by water vapor. Collar, hunched over, like a ball of salted conch meat tightly packed.
—I haven't experienced the feeling of cold limbs due to insufficient blood sugar for a long time.
That was only when he was still upside down and working frantically, and he basically never did it again after being with Shen Yan. Shen Yan would prepare fragrant hot food for him, smiling and watching him eat those round and plump rice grains one by one.
The food is probably cold now...
"Even if it's cold, I still want to eat it," I didn't shed a single tear when my heart was ashes before. When I recalled the food that Shen Yan made, I couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and I couldn't stop the things in my eyes from rolling out in a panic. His lips were bitten to the point of turning white, and he said in a trembling voice, "Shen Yan, I want to eat..."
"Bang bang."
At this moment, across the bathroom door, Qi Jin suddenly heard a knock on the door of the room.
He held his breath in shock.
I looked at the time subconsciously, and it's been less than fifteen minutes since he came in... Impossible, that's too fast. impossible.
Mingming's logic told himself so, but his heartbeat still couldn't help intensifying, and he stood up from the bathtub.
The man outside the door obviously didn't expect someone to knock on the door, and was guilty of a thief, so he screamed out in panic, "Who? Who is it?"
Qi Jin hurried to the door, put her ear on it, and listened intently to the movement outside the door. At this time, an elderly voice suddenly sounded: "Open the door, I forgot to take my things—"
The man heard an old man outside the door, and relaxed his tense body slightly. It was about the same floor tenant who came through the wrong door.
"Uncle, this is not your room, you must have read it wrong." He shouted back without thinking.
Looking at the door opening, it seemed that something was blocking it, so it was pitch black and couldn't see clearly. But he didn't mind, he just hoped that the other party would leave as soon as possible and not disturb more people.
"Huh?" It was still the slow, common old way of speaking that he was most annoying.
"You misidentified the house number."
"I can't hear." The old man seemed to be not only dim-sighted, but his ears were not very smart.
"I said uncle, you went to the wrong place! This is not your room, and there is nothing for you!" The man frowned and raised his voice.
"I can't hear." The old man continued to repeat this sentence, and the door was knocked louder and louder.
"Tsk." Seeing that the bathroom door was still tightly closed, the man thought that an old man who was trembling with words would not pose any threat, so he pulled down the door handle and said angrily, "I said, sir, how are you—"
The door had just opened a crack, and the man suddenly felt the door panel slamming towards him, and the strong thrust pushed him almost backwards!
Surprised, he hurriedly stood on his heels and was about to raise his head when someone suddenly buckled both sides of his wrists. The pain caused him to reflexively lift his arms, but he didn't expect that the joints next to his elbows were also smashed. Hold it firmly, it is stuck on the tendon that controls the strength of the hand.
This place is one of the weakest points of the human body.
The man's arm was in great pain for a while, and he couldn't help screaming "Ah", but the next second the whole arm was twisted back, and finally the knee collapsed and fell heavily to the ground.
"I said you have something from me in your room, and I want to get it back," a young man's voice was deep, completely different from the old man's voice just now, exuding a faint sullen, "Didn't you hear?"
The man finally realized what the other person was talking about.
"you-"
Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly hit hard on the outside of his neck, and his eyes darkened.
A doctor is a doctor in the end, and he has carefully pinched his hand, so as not to cause additional damage. Shen Yan loosened the man's joints, panting and slowly stood up.
"Qi Jin?"
The room was silent, with the faint sound of water.
"Qi Jin," Shen Yan called out the name softly, "it's all right... Come out."
At this time, the bathroom door suddenly opened with a "click". At first, it only opened a small gap. After a few seconds, the person inside slowly stepped out. Against the light in the bathroom, Qi Jin's face was clearly marked with light and shadow, looking a little pale, his eyes were cold, and he looked down at the man on the ground numbly.
"Is he dead?" He didn't even have any expression when he said this.
"It's just a coma." Shen Yan was stunned for a while, and before she could say the next sentence, Qi Jin suddenly stretched out her hand and fumbled between them like a lost blind man, and finally found his hand, as if grabbing Wang Yang The only piece of driftwood in the sea, clenched tightly.
Then laugh.
"Hehe, hehe," Qi Jin's voice trembled violently, and he could hear that he was trying his best to control his emotions, "Isn't it, that's great... It will hurt you even if you die, and he doesn't deserve it at all."
Having said this, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly let go of the hand that was holding Shen Yan.
"I got you too," he said, "and I don't deserve it."
After saying that, he stumbled and took two steps forward, his expression blank.
He didn't even know where he was going.
Probably where the shadow was the darkest and deepest, he was going to go somewhere—he wanted to bury himself, somewhere that Shen Yan couldn't see.
When he took the third step, his body was suddenly hugged tightly by a pair of arms and fell into the man's firm embrace.
"Qi Jin," a low, hoarse voice came from behind him, his back was very warm, so warm that it made him cry, "Wake up, calm down... Let's go home."
"Um..." She choked and answered vaguely.
Tears that had recovered their temperature hit the back of Shen Yan's hand two by two, seeping into the gaps between his fingers, and the bitter taste connected the ten fingers that the two held together, making them one.
Like some kind of redemption.
Qi Jin really wanted to stay in this embrace, but the people on the ground made him not want to stay in this place for even a second longer.
So he held back his emotions and insisted on tidying up his belongings one by one. Before leaving, he didn't even look at the man. He felt disgusted even looking at him again. Walk until this suffocating room is far away.
The two people did not use the elevator and left the fire exit with the dimest lighting.
It was dark behind the hallway door.
The stairs are also not visible.
Shen Yan walked down two steps first, then turned around to support Qi Jin, but Qi Jin stood blankly on the spot, the strength on her knees was only enough to get out of that place, and when she got here, she couldn't lift herself up, she couldn't take a step, she couldn't move forward or move forward. Back up, only holding on to that hand tightly.
Shen Yan knew that his mental pressure had not dissipated, and took a step back, instead of pulling him away, just silently hugged him in the dark: "Stop if you can't walk."
It took Qi Qin a long time to react. Five fingers tremblingly reached up to his shoulder blades, buried his head, and his voice trembled slightly.
Shen Yan didn't speak anymore, except to hold his head and gently comfort him.
However, after a long, long silence, the person in his arms suddenly said three words: "Ex-boyfriend."
Shen Yan was slightly taken aback.
In fact, this one can be more or less guessed by oneself, and there is no need to say it explicitly. But Qi Jin's tone was very solemn and insistent, so he made a light "um", and did not make any changes in his movements.
Qi Jin's voice disappeared for a while.
However, Shen Yan felt his knees move a bit, leaned forward, and hugged herself more tightly.
"Shen Yan."
"Ok."
"Shen Yan, are you here..." Mingming was already close at hand, but he still asked in a mechanical manner.
"Well, I'm here, I'm here." Shen Yan gave him an answer every time he could get peace of mind, even though his voice was a little hoarse.
These conversations are illogical and fragmented, leaving one wondering if the speaker is really sober.
"I thought...you need more time." When he heard the knock on the door, his heart almost stopped because of nervousness.
"When you didn't answer the phone for the second time, I was already in a hurry and was already on the way. During the last call, I was actually at the door of the TV station."
I see.
Qi Jin smiled weakly, but at the end of the laugh, he stopped smiling, but just leaned on his shoulder and kept shaking.
"His wife, I know him."
The topic that should have started will still start, and it will start to end it once and for all.
Qi Jin's statement is like a string of broken pearl necklaces, with several beads connected in a row, but there are gaps between them, which cannot be completely connected.
"A girl with a very good background. She is very beautiful and has a good personality. I met him in the same university as me... She was very innocent and bright when she smiled, and she was even willing to quit her job and have children for him. They I got married soon after graduation. The funny thing is, that guy even asked me to be the emcee of the wedding... I think, even if I don't cherish me, I should cherish a good girl. I really... I thought so until just now."
The breath was exhausted here, Qi Jin took a few breaths and continued with restraint.
"I know his parents," he said. "I met many times when I helped plan the wedding. The husband and wife are very kind-hearted. The old lady always smiles and praises people. When I am the emcee, she often meets people. Just bragging, saying that I look sensible and polite, and when I saw my son got married, I introduced him to me..."
I don't know how to face these people and shake the truth out.
I don't know how to speak and avoid injury, because as long as I speak, it hurts.
Family, wife and children, considerate parents.
Men have many things they don't have.
The man himself doesn't know how to cherish, and he took care of this level for him, and it was just a joke in the end.
"I'm so stupid," Qi Jin said at the end of her words, squeezing every word out of her teeth, and laughed bleakly, "I thought this kind of person... has a conscience and credibility to speak of."
"You've endured enough," Shen Yan whispered at this time to stop him from remorse, "You didn't push him out, it's already the greatest tolerance, it's enough."
The man should have been punished more, not just knocked out.
But he knew what Qi Jin meant.
After a short pause, the voice became even more subdued.
"Although it may be selfish to say that... But, compared to that person's family, you should think more about yourself." He lifted Qi Jin's head slightly, put his forehead against it, and muttered, "If, If you think you don't care about your family, just treat me as your family—"