Xu Ran got up from the bed. It was five o'clock in the evening, twenty-eight hours had passed since he walked into this bedroom.
There was also a black ribbon tied around the right ankle, tied in a knot to the railing at the end of the bed. He sat up and picked the knot with his fingernails, and it hurt between his fingers.
It took him another twenty minutes to wrestle with the ribbon, and when he got out of bed, not only his legs were not working well, but he couldn't even control his hands.
He came to the mirror and admired his body expressionlessly. The originally fair skin was covered with brand marks belonging to another person. The slender neck, side waist, including his least favorite right knee, were bruised and purple in the red marks. The marks left over from last week have not faded, and now there are new injuries, and I am afraid that it will not heal for a while.
Looking at the traces that the man deliberately left on his chest, Xu Ran silently recalled in his heart that this seemed to be the tenth time.
Every time this day comes, He Cheng will go home and rape him wantonly, even if he still has work, he will definitely find time to spend this night. Once a year, this year is the tenth year.
It was the tenth year he had been He Cheng's lover.
At first, he thought it was He Cheng's way of expressing his interest, but later he realized that he was too naive, the meaning of this kind of action had nothing to do with him, even every time the two of them dated, kissed and went to bed together, it had nothing to do with him.
He's just a participant, a panting toy.
Xu Ran can't remember the year he realized this, maybe it was the eighth year, maybe earlier. Back then when he was dazzled by love, even He Cheng would say that he was "like a fool".
He once heard He Cheng call another person a "fool" in a gentle tone, but when it came to him, he turned into an unabashed dislike.
But he is still here. Anyway, he survived another year.
The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, but the windows were wide open, and the wind was blowing in. Xu Ran felt cold and began to look for clothes everywhere.
There was a fishy smell in the room, Xu Ran didn't like it very much, but he didn't turn on the air conditioner either. He still remembered that the air conditioner in this room was broken, and he forgot to tell He Cheng yesterday.
After searching for a long time, I pulled out a shirt from behind the bedside table, and there was a dry mark on it. Xu Ran took a close sniff, frowned, and put the clothes on her head.
These are He Cheng's clothes, he rarely leaves his own things in this room, last night he had a whim to use this shirt to tie Xu Ran's penis, probably he didn't want it anymore.
In this case, Xu Ran will keep it openly.
After dawdling, I couldn't find any pants, so I simply didn't wear them. Xu Ran opened the door, shivering from the blowing cold air.
He Cheng has a high temperature and dry body, and the air conditioner has been turned on since the beginning of spring. Xu Ran's body was cold, but He Cheng never accommodated him.
Wearing only a dirty shirt two sizes bigger than himself, Xu Ran felt like a piece of rag that had been wantonly used, and if it got a little dirty, he would be thrown away.
But not yet. The handsome man was sitting on the sofa with his legs spread apart. He raised his eyes lightly to see that his expression was like a monarch, which made Xu Ran almost unable to stand up.
"Come here." He Cheng ordered.
Xu Ran limped over, He Cheng raised his foot and stepped on his right knee.
Xu Ran staggered under his step, and knelt directly on the ground.
It was cold on the ground, so Xu Ran secretly changed his posture, but no matter how he knelt, his knees would always be stressed. It hasn't hurt for a long time, and I tossed a lot last night, and now I feel a little strenuous.
His face was a little pale, He Cheng glanced at him, and asked casually, "It still hurts?"
Xu Ran shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."
Even if he answered pain, He Cheng would only say "oh". It doesn't make any sense to act like a baby to him. When we first got together, He Cheng might coax him symbolically, but now there is no need for it. He knew that Xu Ran would not leave, and he didn't bother to do any superficial efforts.
Don't want to embarrass yourself even more, so let's talk less. Just bear it for a while, He Cheng doesn't like this place, so he can't stay for too long.
Sure enough, there was nothing to say, He Cheng stood up, went to the door to get his coat. Xu Ran knelt on the ground and turned to look at him.
"By the way," He Cheng said suddenly, "Tonight, three vacant rooms will be vacated. I have friends who want to live here."
There are only three bedrooms in this 120 square meter house. Xu Ran opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed all the words while looking at He Cheng's tall back.
"Okay," he replied.
What responded to him was the sound of opening and closing doors and distant footsteps, flowing freely and without hesitation.
Xu Ran supported the sofa to stand up, then habitually walked to the place where He Cheng was sitting just now, and took a deep breath.
It seemed that the smell of He Cheng still remained in the air, and Xu Ran greedily absorbed the last bit of the remaining smell, which was the only memory he could enjoy in the next month.
Then he stood up, limped back to the bedroom, took out his cell phone from the empty closet, and called housekeeping.
Everything has to be cleaned up, including erasing traces of his existence and pretending that this is an empty house that no one lives in. Although He Cheng's friends all knew that he raised a cripple, it didn't stop them from picking and choosing.
The bedding needs to be replaced with new ones, and even the mattresses have to be changed for the guests. Let the professional housekeeping do it. He is a lame man and can't do anything.
Xu Ran changed his clothes, stuffed He Cheng's suit into the suitcase, and packed his own things. Toothpaste and toothbrush, some clothes, some books, and a computer. His things in this house are pitifully small, and a medium-sized suitcase is all put down.
Then leave the house before housekeeping arrives. He knew that he was inferior, but he didn't want to stay and suffer the undisguised teasing from others.
The elevator in the corridor was broken, and there was a statement full of apologies. Xu Ran still looked at the long steps with a blank expression, and chose to move himself and his luggage down bit by bit.
When choosing a house, He Cheng wanted to choose a high-rise building without an elevator. But he, Young Master He, refused to lower his profile and go to Linxing's cheap residential building. After choosing and choosing, he had no choice but to settle for the second best and choose the current one. Xu Ran knew what He Cheng was thinking, he was taking revenge, he was sure that Xu Ran would never resist, so he intensified.
The elevator in this building has not been broken for many years, but it is today. Xu Ran carried the suitcase and walked down step by step, sweating from exhaustion.
He Cheng must have seen that notice as well, and he was probably very happy. Xu Ran likes his handsome smile the most, and feels a little regretful that he can't see it with his own eyes.
At least two days to live outside, fortunately, Xu Ran left a way out for himself in advance. Without telling He Cheng, he secretly bought a small house nearby, and it cost about forty square meters, just in case of emergencies.
He Cheng always thought that he would live in a hotel, so he left a lot of hotel money. The money was enough for Xu Ran to live in a five-star hotel for a whole month. He was reluctant to save it all, and put his passbook with his real estate certificate. This is not reserved for himself, but for He Cheng.
Walking down the street with luggage, passers-by looked at him with sympathy. A person who can't walk well is carrying a suitcase. It's a big weekend night. It's a bad thing to look at.
A taxi stopped and asked, "Let's go?"
Xu Ran looked at himself, nodded, "Go to Happiness Road."
The driver helped him put his luggage away, and asked casually, "Is it inconvenient for your legs?"
Xu Ran hummed calmly, "I was injured before."
"A car accident?"
"No," he fastened his seat belt, "I'm going to find someone to beat me."
The driver squinted at him in the rearview mirror, as if he'd pulled a madman himself.
Xu Ran stopped talking and turned his gaze out of the window. The street lamps outside flashed by one by one, the sky was already dark, pedestrians started to walk home, all the lights and shadows connected together into colorful lines, dazzled his eyes.
Twenty minutes later, the driver parked the car downstairs and helped him take his luggage out of the trunk, hesitating to speak.
Xu Ran paid him and said, "Thank you."
Everyone who heard him talk about his leg injury would show the same expression as the driver brother. Xu Ran knew what they wanted to say, and he also knew what they wanted to say.
After the taxi left, Xu Ran picked up the suitcase. It may be because he didn't eat dinner, he was a little bit exhausted.
His legs were a drag at this moment, Xu Ran would rather sit in a wheelchair by himself than continue walking like this. But he could only stand on the side of the road and order takeaway, send his luggage home, and come out to pick up the rider.
It was the first time for a delivery rider to come to this place, and he couldn't find the right direction after walking around for a long time. It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Xu Ran got his meal. It was getting dark, the takeaway bag was full of steam, and the buns were cold.
The rider kept apologizing to him, Xu Ran waved his hand and said, I don't give you a bad review.
The rider thankfully left again. Xu Ran took out his mobile phone and gave his brother a five-star praise on the interface that reminded him of the timeout.
Today is quite special, Xu Ran can't even get angry about the big things, but because too many bad things happened, he can only do some good things to make up for the gap in his heart.
There were only five char siu buns that were so cold, Xu Ran ate three, and the remaining two wanted to put them in the refrigerator, but found that the power was out at home, so he could only endure the nausea and forcefully stuffed those two into his mouth.
The time jumped to nine o'clock in the evening, and it was time for him to report He Cheng's safety.
The phone only had 20% battery left, and when I clicked on the chat interface, the battery dropped another 1%. He Cheng's profile picture is a sunrise shot on the top of the mountain, and Xu Ran's profile picture is a sunset shot secretly by himself.
He Cheng's sunrise is golden red, Xu Ran's sunset is surrounded by dark clouds, and it happened to be raining on the day of shooting.
- Settled.
He wrote to He Cheng like this.
After a long time, He Cheng replied, okay.
I didn't ask where I was, what I had for dinner, or how I was doing. Maybe there is still a foreign body feeling of being opened up and expanded, and now the body turns back after eating, and it is very uncomfortable.
Go to sleep, he told himself, and have work tomorrow.
Thinking this way, when he came out of the wash and lay on the bed, he looked at the "okay" and clicked on He Cheng's circle of friends.
He Cheng's circle of friends is only open for three days, and he usually doesn't post anything. Unexpectedly, a picture posted today will pop up as soon as he refreshes it.
Take a look at the time, it was not long ago.
"High school reunion, everyone is there."
The accompanying picture is a group photo of a dozen people. Xu Ran knew that there were more than 30 people in their class, and this number could not be regarded as "all present".
At a glance, he saw He Cheng standing in the center, tall and handsome, with a confident smile, attracting all the light, he was in a mess.
The second glance is the person next to He Cheng.
Xu Ran scrolled down to refresh the comments.
Their mutual friend Bai Jinming asked: Qiao An is back
He Chenghui: Yes.
Joan, Joan.
Xu Ran's heart throbbed violently when he looked at the handsome man beside He Cheng.
He is back.
He Cheng's first love, first kiss, first night, He Cheng's first everything.
He Cheng's white moonlight was the only thing in his heart.
joan.
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