- My money is my boyfriend's money, what's wrong with that
The young master also protected Cheng Qi very well, until the moment he came out of the closet, the family didn't know that he was talking about a boyfriend.
It's a pity that this boyfriend, who is usually full of sweet words or earthy love words, said goodbye without hesitation after he came out of the closet and was kicked out of the house.
The young master wanted to find him again, as if looking for a needle in a haystack.
Only then did he realize that he didn't know where his boyfriend's house was or where he went to work. They always made an appointment to meet at a place to eat, drink and have fun. They only met three times a month. four times.
Some people threw themselves into love wishful thinking, without even having a brain.
The little star was a little sour: "You cry for such a scumbag."
The young master glared at him, and he immediately raised his hand and surrendered: "I can't speak, who didn't like a few scumbags when they were young, and cried boldly, I don't laugh at you!"
Instead, the young master was amused: "It's nothing to think about, I just couldn't hold back."
He glanced at his watch, hurriedly grabbed two bites of rice and was about to go to work.
Hearing the sound of the door being closed, Xiaoxing's face really sank, and he knocked on the table thoughtfully.
- How can the young master have such a glass heart, and will shed tears for this shit
When the young master approached the restaurant, it was just a quarter past six.
The front desk manager greeted him: "Xiao Bai, why are you late today?"
"There is something at home."
"Oh, it's alright, let's go up."
The young master lowered his head and walked upstairs quickly. There were already more people in the restaurant, and they whispered affectionately to the candlelight in twos and threes.
This restaurant has a good reputation, but the price is not particularly expensive. Many college couples can come over for a romantic dinner if they bite their teeth.
The young master sat on the piano bench in the center of the hall, gently covering the keys with both hands, and a string of spring-like music ding-dong in everyone's heart.
His eyes were not on the piano score, and he looked anxiously at the dining table in the northwest corner.
A middle-aged man with a shiny face was cutting a steak. It was supposed to be an elegant gesture, but it looked extremely vulgar when he did it.
The young master pressed the wrong key, and made a sharp high-pitched sound, which was immediately covered up.
No one knew that his palms were sweating.
- The man is here again.
12.
The first time the young master saw this man was a month ago, when he was working odd jobs in another western restaurant.
The man seemed to be negotiating a business deal with someone. After the negotiation was completed, he sent the person out with a red face. He passed by the hall, but his eyes were fixed on the white wrist of the young master that was exposed by playing the piano.
Maybe when the wine was over that day, the man staggered over and pulled him off the piano bench, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
Everyone in the hall turned their heads and stared at this scene.
Probably no one thought that someone would openly harass the pianist in the western restaurant, but no one came forward to stop it for a while, and the violin girl who played with the young master also stood there dumbfounded.
The man's alcohol spit on his face: "I... I'm also rich now, will you sleep with me?"
The young master was frightened and wanted to free his hand: "Sir, you are drunk, I'm just a piano player..."
The man sneered: "Don't you believe that I am rich, so I can take care of you!"
As he said that, he shook out his wallet with his other hand, took out a few cards and slapped them on the young master's face.
Finally, the manager hurried over to find someone to drag the man away, bowed and apologized and negotiated with the man, his eyes suggesting that the young master should go home first.
The young master ran away as if running away. The man's eyes and actions made him feel scared. The young master made up his mind to resign. He couldn't imagine what he would do if he met that person again tomorrow.
The manager was unsuccessful in retaining him, so he paid him a salary.
The young master wants to pay the rent for the next few months before looking for a new job. The landlord is an old lady who doesn't recognize any bank savings.
The young master went to the bank to withdraw money. When he knocked on the door of the old lady, he found that the schoolbag on his back had been slashed at some point, and the plastic bag containing the money and the bank card were missing.
He lay on the bed with his eyes open all night, dazed tears could not come out.
He began to doubt himself, doubting the past twenty-two years—if he was anything under the protection of the family he had left, whether it would even be a problem to survive.
On the day he came out, he stalked his neck to argue with his parents, because they looked down on the poor, and even if he didn't want the family's money, he would still have a happy life with his boyfriend.
Listen, it's too simple to say these three words for a lifetime, but in less than ten months after leaving the house, I thought about whether it would be swollen and ugly if I drowned and salvaged it.
I really jumped down and found that there was a snake and I didn't dare to die.
What kind of utter rubbish is this
After half a month, when the rent completely expired and there was nowhere to go, he closed his eyes and straddled the road, and the little star drove into him, but he bumped into a new life.
It's just that the young master didn't expect that he would meet that man again.
On the second day of work, the man held his wife's hand and sat on a table not far from the piano, and their child sat on the chair and swayed his legs, and jumped down happily when he saw the piano. Running towards him, he asked, "Brother, can I play this?"
He turned back and met the man's half-smiling eyes, and his eyes were black like noise.
Reluctantly pulled out a smile: "This is not good, what do you want my brother to play for you."
The girl has two cute braids and dimples: "Then I want to listen to Little Star."
He was playing "Little Star Variations", but his ears were full of jokes that men and wives were talking about. The young master thought, men have wives and children, so they will not be drunk like before - at least he is now Still looks polite.
Facts have proved that some people are beasts.
The man sent his wife and children to the car first, then came back and stood at the door waiting for him to get off work. He stood in the shadows, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile that was more like a gentleman and more mocking, and he said, "I have asked, you are very short of money , do you really not consider me?"
The little master felt a chill all over his body.
The man didn't push him at first, he just came to this restaurant every night to order something casually, his eyes glued to him like a maggot on his tarsus, but later he couldn't help himself. One day he was stuck on the road after get off work. Pulling him into the corner trying to reach out and touch his face.
Fortunately, someone passed by at that time, the man let go of his hand nervously, and the young master ran quickly.
He was standing on the subway clutching the rail with his fingers tightly, checking his clothes carefully against the window glass - he still has to continue to work there, he has not received his first week's salary, he resigned as a starlet What are you going to eat next week
After so many days, I finally lost control when the little star was talking about the childish love words he wrote three years ago.
—It was the innocence of three years ago who was laughing at his current fate.
After wiping away his tears, he still went out to work. As long as he endured the last day of the day and got his salary, he could resign. Then he would quietly find a new job, even if he washed the dishes in the restaurant first.
The little star pretends to be happy and gossips to him every day. Why should he use his own affairs to make him unhappy
After calmly playing the piano for the last time, the lid was closed, and with a dull sound, he picked up his bag and walked out the door.
The man was still leaning against the station, and when he saw him walking straight over with a shy expression on his face, his eyes flashed for a moment of surprise, followed by a determined smile—he knew that this person had always wanted to refuse and greeted him before, but not now. Are you going to post it
He stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the young master's waist.
The young master did not dodge, he hid in the water bottle on his left hand the chilli water he had just asked the chef for, and ran away just waiting for it to be splashed on his face.
It's just that before the man's hand touched the young master's waist, he heard a crisp, broken bone.
The man was in pain and wanted to turn around to take a look, but he was faced with a brick.
Qiang opened his eyes and saw a bloody young man standing in front of him with a knife and a brick. Li, "society" is written all over the body.
The knife looked like a saber, with an open edge, and it shone coldly under the faint street light.
The man was kicked to the ground, and the knife rubbed the thing past, inserted straight into his legs, and could even feel the coolness of the blade.
The man twitched his lips: "You... Who are you, you beat me... Believe it or not, I called the police!"
The young man pulled out the knife and rubbed his ear into the ground again, laughing badly: "I'm afraid you will call the police? Who doesn't know that the policeman is Lao Tzu's brother here, and who will go in after calling the police?"
He lowered his head to dig out the man's trouser pocket again, took out the ID card in his wallet and looked at it, took a picture and threw it back on the ground, and patted the man's face: "It's not over yet for you to bully my brother, I miss you. Maybe it’s not clear what methods we are all about, how dare you pretend to be disgusting with a little money? Believe it or not, I’ll stab your whole family to know about it someday.”
The man's pale face was speechless, but he was bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.
The young man glanced at his lower body maliciously: "It's better to hit the sun if you choose a day, or I'll help you castrate now, as the saying goes, don't you cut it for eternal governance?"
Under the double stimulation of pain and panic, the man closed his eyes and fainted.
The young man put away the knife and looked at the young master who was looking silly: "Go home and have a little supper, I'm here