Yuan Chen had worked as a handyman in the theater building for many days, and was used to getting up early. When he went downstairs, it was just dawn, but he was surprised to see a thin figure on the sofa chair in the living room.
The figure was wearing a thin woolen coat, his feet were on the black sofa chair, and he curled up into a small ball. He was on the phone, and the words he whispered were vague.
After a while, he hung up the phone, then held the phone blankly and did not move. Deputy Cheng walked towards him from an angle that Yuan Chen could not see, squatting in front of the sofa chair to put on his shoes.
The figure shrank back, and then said something in a low voice.
Cheng Fu stubbornly grabbed his slender ankle without moving, and also answered a word. Compared with the almost weak murmur of the man on the sofa chair, Cheng Fu's deep voice was full of strength that could not be broken free.
The man shook his head again, a little more this time, and stretched out his hand to push Vice Cheng away.
Deputy Cheng grabbed his wrist, as if he was irritated, and was about to do something impulsively.
On the second floor, Yuan Chen's heart froze suddenly, and there was a crisis and anger of being robbed in an instant, but he was still a weak and weak child, and could only knock the celadon vase in the corner of the corridor to the ground with a bang.
Startled by the loud shattering sound, the two downstairs turned their heads to look at the same time. In the increasingly clear sunlight, Cheng Fu's face was extremely gloomy, while Jiang Fu's pale face was covered with helpless sadness, and he looked at him from afar dependently. .
Yuan Chen seemed to be fixed in place by his gaze, his whole heart was throbbing with soreness, and the desire for aggression was gradually growing.
Seemingly determined to maintain his appearance in front of outsiders, Deputy Cheng let go of his hand, straightened up and retreated to the side of the sofa chair, keeping a considerable distance from Jiang Fu.
Jiang Fu looked up at Yuan Chen for a while, then curled up on the sofa chair sleepily, holding the phone like a toy-loving child without moving.
Yuan Chen walked down the stairs and stopped in front of him, staring at his quiet expression and said.
"Sorry, I broke the vase."
Jiang Fu smiled, his weakness just now was blown away by the wind, he said lazily.
"It's okay, Deputy Cheng, clean up the debris."
At this time, Deputy Cheng was calm and undisturbed, and went up the stairs neatly.
Jiang Fu is still leaning on the sofa chair without bones, his gray pajamas revealing his clean collarbone, but with the smile on his face, there is a unique beauty in the morning, like the petals of early spring.
"Go, get the cigarettes on the table."
He ordered with a smile.
Yuan Chen's body involuntarily followed his orders, and after handing the cigarette to Jiang Fu, he just bit on it, grinding his snow-white teeth slowly, as if he could taste the rot from such false tricks. Bone pleasure.
Yuan Chen had seen many people in the theater building intoxicated, so it was very strange to see Jiang Fu like this for the first time. He glanced at Cheng Fu, who was cleaning up the debris on the second floor, and his voice was slightly lower. , like whispering.
"Why don't you light a cigarette?"
Jiang Fu narrowed his eyes and smiled, holding the cigarette in his hands. The boy with crooked brows and eyes, like a childish boy, also whispered playfully.
"Some things can't be tasted, and once you touch it, you can't quit."
It was his first time to come to the world of the Republic of China. Although he was eager to try everything here, he didn't have to try it himself.
He has heard of such cigarettes in interstellar, and has seen them at auctions. Compared with the fake cigarettes of interstellar machinery, the mysterious handmade cigarettes have a huge effect that is inherently intoxicating, and once such joy Once enjoyed, there will be unscrupulous desire for life.
However, Yuan Chen seemed to hear something else from his words, and was dazed for a moment.
Suddenly his cheek was lightly pinched, Yuan Chen blankly looked at Jiang Fu who pursed his lips and smiled, his expression was a little melancholy and worried, and his voice was so soft that it was barely audible.
"You know, just now my elder brother called to say that he will be back next month."
Wen Xi's reputation is so great that even a wanderer like Yuan Chen always asks about his deeds.
Wen Xi was originally a big shot in Beicheng, but later he slowly handed over the power here to the second master, while he went to the south to make a living, and rarely came back on weekdays, and even if he did, he would only stay for a day or two before leaving.
The former Yuan Chen didn't know what relationship he would have with this big man, so he didn't have any feelings.
Now that the second master brought him back to the Wen mansion, he unconsciously recognized the second master as someone close to him, and seeing the obvious surprise on the second master's face when he mentioned Wen Xi, he actually had feelings for this big man whom he had never met before. feeling disgusted.
Jiang Fu didn't intend to listen to his answer, maybe he felt that Yuan Chen couldn't understand when he was young, so he continued to mutter in a low voice as if confiding.
"Brother has a bad temper. He may drive you away when he sees you in the mansion. You should be good when you are down. If he kicks you, don't hit back. I will try my best to stop him."
After Jiang Fu talked to himself for a while, he suddenly became quiet. He lowered his head and concentrated on playing with the straps of his pajamas, speaking in a very soft voice.
"But you may not see me for a day or two... Big brother always wants me to sleep with him."
Yuan Chen trembled suddenly, he had been in the theater for a long time, so he naturally knew what he meant.
But Jiang Fu explained quickly and quietly.
"Brother, he doesn't want to touch me, he just hugs me to sleep,... But I know, he and Cheng Fu, they both want me to sleep with them."
At this time, he did not have the calm and lazy look in the theater building at all, but showed a distressed and bored look. His good-looking appearance and beautiful outline were particularly vivid under the growing sunlight outside the building. Yuan Chen could almost I saw his thick eyelashes, and the dark blue blood vessels under his thin skin.
It is really Yuan Chen who has seen the most beautiful person.
Jiang Fu suddenly raised his head and glanced at him, as if he suddenly felt that it was absurd for him to seek help from a half-grown child. He laughed at himself, squeezed a cigarette and stuffed it in his mouth, and stopped talking.
Yuan Chen looked at him for a while, and felt that his whole heart was ups and downs due to his lonely expression, as if immersed in extremely cold sea water.
He didn't know where the courage came from, he hesitated and stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Fu's other hand resting on the sofa chair. It was thin and white and soft to the touch.
Jiang Fu didn't seem to notice his small movements, he still licked his cigarette with his head down, and didn't pull his hand back.
Yuan Chen's heart was pounding, he felt like Jiang Fu had said just now, he had presumptuously touched the warmth that was within reach, and he was poisoned and refused to let go.
"I will save you."
He said firmly in a low voice.
"I will save you."
At this time, Jiang Fu finally looked up at him. Yuan Chen found that this young and beautiful big man was more gentle and patient with him than Su Yan. clear.
"Well, then I'll wait for you."
The sound of going down the stairs woke the two of them up, Yuan Chen felt his palm was empty, and Jiang Fu had already withdrawn his hand.
He looked disappointed as Jiang Fu turned his eyes to Cheng Fu who came down, and Cheng Fu nodded slightly at him, reminding him.
"Second Master, it's time for us to go out."
Jiang Fu nodded, pulled on his slippers and went upstairs, and after a while, he appeared at the stairs in full clothes.
He no longer wore a robe and skirt, but changed into his usual out-of-the-box attire.
The figure lined by the gray clothes is tall and neat, and the palm-wide belt cinches a gracefully curved slender waist. He wears black boots on his feet, and his footsteps are heavy and steady when he walks.
The face under the thin fedora hat showed a bit of sharpness and sharpness due to the seriousness of the clothes. The beautiful eyebrows and eyes were like sharp silver blades, which could cut people's throats and bleed in an instant.
But when you walk step by step with a smile on your face, it seems that this snow lotus made of ice has walked to your heart step by step, making your heart beat like a drum and your face red.
Yuan Chen stayed where he was, his heart and eyes were filled with the crooked smile of Ling Rui's aura of love at first sight.
Jiang Fu tugged at the tightly tied neckline, glanced at him and said casually.
"You go too."
Deputy Cheng immediately stopped.
"Second Lord..."
Jiang Fu glanced at him lightly, and tapped his hat with his cane with a half-smile, in a condescending and mocking gesture.
"Since you call me Second Lord, you have to treat me as Lord."
Deputy Cheng looked at him and stopped talking.
Yuan Chen woke up like a dream and trotted behind Jiang Fu, staring at the seductive lines drawn by him almost obsessively, his nervous and excited forehead was sweating.
They took a car to the largest club in the northern city, where a banquet was being held, and an invitation letter was required to enter.
Jiang Fu's face was the universal pass for Beicheng. He swaggered and led Cheng Fu and Yuan Chen inside, and the sharp-eyed people quickly surrounded him.
Yuan Chen was squeezed into a corner, staring blankly at Jiang Fu who was getting further and further away from him.
His delicate face was illuminated by the electric light, and cast a layer of distant light. The gentle smile or focused gaze was cast on everyone around him, but he never looked back at Yuan Chen.
As if deliberately forgetting him.
Yuan Chen stood in the corner in despair, watching Jiang Fu chatting and dancing with others all night, happily like a moonlight fish, swimming among the crowd exquisitely, but never really held in the palm of anyone.
When he went back, Jiang Fu was obviously a little drunk, a faint blush appeared on his white and greasy cheeks, and even the black eyes were glistening with mist.
He smiled and asked Yuan Chen in the back seat of the car.
"Did you have fun?"
Yuan Chen stared at his loose and beautiful smile, but didn't speak.
After Jiang Fu asked, he fell asleep in a dizzy state not long after, and his slightly swaying body leaned against Yuan Chen's immature shoulder after a turn.
Yuan Chen was so shocked by the unexpected approach that he froze all over. He held his breath and stared straight ahead. His small hands resting on his knees were clenched into tight fists, and his shoulders subconsciously raised a little, making the drunk Jiang Fu To be able to sleep more comfortably.
The breath wrapped in the smell of alcohol was hot on Yuan Chen's neck, and his hairs started to stand up, his whole head was dizzy like being hit by a boulder, and he couldn't recover for a long time.
As if it had been a long century, or maybe it was just a short moment, there was a bitter cold wind blowing in from Jiang Fu, Yuan Chen subconsciously wanted to cover it, but his shoulders suddenly loosened.
He followed closely with his eyes, only to belatedly realize that the car had already stopped, and Deputy Cheng was helping the drunk Jiang Fu out with a frown.
Yuan Chen also immediately jumped out of the car to help Jiang Fu, but his height was not as high as Jiang Fu's waist, and his raised little hand was mercilessly waved away by Cheng Fu.
Deputy Cheng looked down at him mockingly, without saying a word, it was as if he had slapped Yuan Chen hard on the face.
They could all clearly sense the opponent's quiet fight on Jiang Fu, and the young Cheng Fu seemed to be contemptuous of an ant that could easily be crushed to death, silently reminding him of his overreach.
Cheng Fu half-armed and half-supported Jiang Fu into the Wen mansion. Yuan Chen stood there for a long time. The cold wind of the cold night made his limbs gradually stiff, but his whole heart seemed to be rolling through a raging fire. Unbearable pain after roasting.
Suddenly regaining consciousness, he rushed to Jiang Fu's bedroom on the second floor and knocked on the door desperately.
After a few seconds, the door opened.
The cold silver blade touched his neck, and a little force could pierce the aorta.
Cheng Fu, whose face was as heavy as water, looked at Yuan Chen whose pupils shrank suddenly, and Yuan Chen whose young body instinctively shrank when his life was in danger, and said a word coldly.
"roll."
Yuan Chen's trembling eyes passed him and landed on the big bed in the bedroom.
Jiang Fu's clothes had already been taken off, and he was only wearing a thin shirt. Half of his body was limply under the quilt, his body was arched to reveal an extremely graceful arc, and his whole body was defenseless.
Yuan Chen's gaze seemed to have been scalded, and there was a severe burning sensation in the entire eye socket.
He closed his eyes tightly in a daze, unable to deal with the overwhelming anger and deep-seated jealousy that suddenly surged from his immature heart, his forehead was hit a few times by the humiliating knife handle, and it was hard and painful.
"If you don't understand, I will kill you."
Deputy Cheng dropped the last warning, and then slammed the door shut.
Yuan Chen was digging at the solid wood door frame so hard that his nails were almost bloody.
He is not even qualified to support Jiang Fu.
He was too weak, too small.