Jiang Yuqian didn't stay overnight. After coming out of Building No. 5, he immediately ran to Building No. 2 where Cheng Zixu lived. Some things cannot always be so confused.
In this chaotic night, he desperately wanted to fix the complicated relationship between the three of them.
Kick out the madman, from three to two. He thought so.
Standing outside the door, he knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered. He dialed the phone again, and soon, Cheng Zixu came over with sleepy eyes and dressed in sky blue home clothes to open the door.
"It's so late, why are you here?" The person who opened the door rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up quickly.
Jiang Yuqian suddenly hugged the person in front of him, and hugged him tightly with the arm that had just been on Zhou Hao's pillow.
"Get in touch with me."
Cheng Zixu didn't push Jiang Yuqian away, he curled up in Jiang Yuqian's arms like a bird. However, what happened at this moment made it difficult for him to accept it for a while. It was still the last time, "I haven't thought about it yet."
Jiang Yuqian let him go, his eyes were hot, and he kissed him like a storm.
Different from the superficial skimming last time, this time he is taking it like a wolf and a tiger, squeezing the taste out of the other person's mouth little by little, and sucking it into his own mouth little by little.
With strong affection, his mouth moved from Cheng Zixu's mouth to his shoulder, his collarbone...
"Don't do that!" Cheng Zixu pushed the crazy man away.
Both of them gasped slightly, Jiang Yuqian's eyes turned from confusion to frenzy, his eyes were scarlet, "Do you know what I have done for you..."
Cheng Zixu hadn't recovered from his confusion, and there was still a mess left on his lips after the looting.
Jiang Yuqian had already turned his head and left.
In such a late night, he tried his best to establish a relationship with her, and tried his best to get rid of the triangle relationship. He was afraid that he would be addicted to sex that he couldn't extricate himself from, and gradually get used to that lunatic, completely forgetting about love.
When did it start? It was the last time Zhou Hao went to Taishui and was almost killed. He felt the sprouting seeds in his heart.
He would be happy because the lunatic survived the catastrophe, and said to break up, but he longed for the lunatic to never leave. He even thought about hiding Zhou Hao from Cheng Zixu's sight.
These dark and muddled thoughts deviate from morality, and he can only think about them, but he can't do them at all.
His car was still parked downstairs in No. 2 building. When he walked back to get the car, he looked up at the few lights in the whole building. On the balcony on the fifth floor, he saw Zhou Hao staring down.
The eyes of the two, separated by the distance between the sky and the earth, once up and down, they just met.
Jiang Yuqian returned to the apartment. Zhou Hao heard the movement and walked back to the living room from the balcony.
They kept secret from each other.
"Have you gone to find Cheng Zixu? What did he say?" Zhou Hao asked lightly.
Jiang Yuqian's eyes suddenly turned from lax to Zhou Hao's face, and he found that he didn't understand this person more and more.
Zhou Hao grinned sarcastically, "He didn't agree."
Jiang Yuqian raised his eyelids and said nothing.
Zhou Hao felt a little tired, so he sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. While swallowing the clouds, his nerves were paralyzed, and he continued to laugh at the person in front of him in the tone of an old man, "Tell me about you, but you have a good life, but you want to find a way to suffer? Are you so cheap? "
Pretending to be generous, pretending not to care, only you can hear the sound of the tip of your heart breaking into pieces, crackling, crackling, listening to it, the pieces are broken into thousands of pieces again.
The living room was as quiet as stagnant water, and the two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and they were silent with each other.
It was already very late at night, Zhou Hao smashed out the cigarette butt, and wanted to go back to his room to sleep.
"I don't care about you."
That tone is like dealing with a prodigal son who will never go home. Although he hopes for your well-being, there is nothing he can do.
Jiang Yuqian's hand was suddenly gripped tightly, and his heart stopped beating for an instant. He raised his eyes and asked amusedly, "I'm going to sleep, what are you doing?"
Jiang Yuqian stared at him with deep eyes, confused and melancholy, "I don't understand."
"It's none of my business if you don't understand?" Zhou Hao shook off the hand that was restraining him, and smiled, "Could it be, you want me to teach you how to chase that bitch?"
Every sentence is thorny, penetrating three points.
Jiang Yuqian didn't answer, he dragged Zhou Hao into the room with his hands, and he was still on the bed.
"What the hell are you crazy about!" Zhou Hao got angry and struggled to sit up from the bed.
Jiang Yuqian leaned over and pushed down the person on the edge of the bed, pressed against the wrists on both sides, and pushed forward...
The reluctance at the beginning turned into a puddle of water, which had long since melted into the rough tenderness of the person on her body. The movement was very large, Zhou Hao grabbed the life-saving driftwood, and fell into the sea of desire together with it.
Zhou Haohong stared, tearing his heart apart, every muscle in his body was convulsing, twitching...
At this moment, there was no one who was more frightened than him.
In the third grade, the class collected money to customize class uniforms to participate in the school's recitation competition. They all wore T-shirts with round collars and cuffs. Boys wore shorts and girls wore skirts. He went home and asked his mother for money, but his mother didn't give it.
Later, all the classmates were laughing and making noise, standing on the stage in uniform and neat clothes. He was wearing that dirty school uniform, hiding behind the curtain under the stage, staring at them pitifully...
Husband, look how bad she is. She owes me, she owes me...
So, can you...
treat me well...
Can you…
Don't be like my mother...
He floated on the surface of the rough and rapid sea, and the waves beat him and smashed him violently. The pink woman in the distance is gradually drifting away, he can't catch it no matter what, he can only cling to the driftwood in front of his chest, swinging and swinging, swinging and swinging in the endless sea...
It was never Jiang Yuqian who was coercing others, but himself, the helpless self! He entrusted Jiang Yuqian with his mother's uncompromising life, but this person was equally uncompromising.
Who in this world can care less about him...
The images in my mind stopped following the movements of the person on my body.
After a fierce fight, Zhou Hao's buttocks bled, probably due to an anal fissure.
The shocking red dyed the sheets into a small sea of red. Zhou Hao settled down and stared blankly at the red.
Jiang Yuqian casually wiped off the sticky marks on each other's bodies, leaned in front of the curled up poor man's mouth, and kissed with a little apology.
Zhou Hao didn't respond, he blinked, raised his head, the light that entered his eyes instantly turned pink from his childhood, and he blinked vigorously again, a small attic in the south and a rainy day in the south appeared on it.
Jiang Yuqian squatted on the bedside, with a strong desire to atone for his sins. He didn't understand why this person always liked to stare at the white chandelier.
Once again, he followed Zhou Hao's gaze and looked up, but still saw nothing.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
Zhou Hao huddled tightly on the bed, motionless, and after a while, the huge grief in his chest came out, and the cry was squeezed into his mouth, and finally gushed out, choked out in the dark night...
He whimpered, "Honey, I miss my dad..."
Jiang Yuqian didn't expect him to be like this. This person has always been arrogant, unwilling to admit defeat to anything, so stubborn that it makes people angry and hateful.
Right now, he panicked and lost his mind. He had to use his mouth to kiss the person in front of him indiscriminately.
There is no better atonement for recklessness than lips and teeth.
Tears were swallowed by him, salty. He coaxed and lied, "Hao Hao, be obedient, let's go to the hospital?"
Unexpectedly, with such a sentence, Zhou Hao cried even more, his facial expressions twisted together in an ugly way...
Tired of crying, Zhou Hao's eyes were red, like a broken patient's eyes, clammy and bitter, "You hug me..."
Jiang Yuqian went over and hugged him.
In the emergency room in the middle of the night, the doctor checked the wound a little bit, and then saw that there were two men who came with him, and roughly guessed the reason. In line with professional ethics, the doctor's expression was well controlled, and he buried his head in writing the case.
"The back is a little cracked, and I need stitches and some anti-inflammatory drugs."
The two went to pay the fee with the bill. It was summer, and there were more patients with acute gastroenteritis at night, and there were many people queuing up.
Jiang Yuqian placed Zhou Hao on a seat in the corridor, followed behind a crowd of people, and lined up.
After paying the fee, Jiang Yuqian turned and walked back.
Standing in front, looking towards the end of the corridor, he saw—
Zhou Hao was slumped on the seat, his two arms hanging limply on the armrests. Looking from a distance, his usually tall figure became very small, huddled into a ball alone and helpless.
Jiang Yuqian felt that his heart was suddenly pricked by a needle. He walked over quickly, squatted down, and gently patted the tired man.
"Zhou Hao."
Zhou Hao opened his eyes with a tired face, "Are you ready?"
"Um."
"Let's go."
After the pale conversation, Jiang Yuqian helped him up and asked the nurse where to sew stitches. The nurse pointed to the sixth door on the left.
Zhou Hao felt panicked and took off his mask. When they arrived at the stitching place, Zhou Hao went inside, while Jiang Yuqian waited outside.
After entering the door, he regretted taking off his mask, but unexpectedly ran into a classmate.
"Zhou Hao!"
Zhou Hao wanted to dig a hole and bury himself at this moment, so he handed over the treatment bill in his hand without saying a word.
Li Xiao took the list, "It's late at night, what's the matter?"
"Bleeding in the stool, the doctor said just now that he needed stitches."
"Let me see."
Zhou Hao didn't respond much, and followed the instructions like a piece of wood, took off his pants, lay down on the examination bed, half pouted.
"You don't look like hemorrhoids?"
"It's not hemorrhoids, it's just some blood in the stool."
Li Xiao gave him some local anesthetic, and then simply stitched up several wounds.
Zhou Hao lifted his pants, said "thank you", and dragged Jiang Yuqian away from the hospital.
In the second half of the night, Jiang Yuqian didn't go back, and the two of them slept in the small apartment until the east turned pale the next day.
Maybe it was the psychology of redemption, he was much gentler to Zhou Hao this night.
Atonement for what
desire sees blood;
Abandoning soldiers to protect the army, changing from three to two.
Within a few days, the news that Zhou Hao was gay spread in a small area of the school. It was said that so-and-so in the medical department was gay, got an anal fissure in the middle of the night, and was sent to the hospital. People just listened to it as a joke and didn't really believe it.
Of course, Sun Yiwen also heard about it.