Is more abstract: abuse. Blood abuse. There are two updates today.
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The tone was serious.
Su Jinxin froze in his arms: "Now?"
"Well," Yan Zhen couldn't wait, "now."
"Oh..." Su Jinxin turned off the fire, untied her apron and put it on the stove, turned around hesitantly, took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and spoke first, "Yes, I have something to say. I want to tell you... that, can I, let me talk first?"
As he said that, he raised his eyelashes and glanced at Yan Zhen, and then he covered the eyelashes in a panic.
He twisted his hands, feeling so nervous that he didn't know what to do.
This is surprising.
We have been together for almost four years, and Su Jinxin has always responded to whatever he says. He has hardly made any requests, let alone speak first. Then he nodded: "Okay, then you talk first."
Su Jinxin pursed her lips, swallowed her saliva, and suddenly bowed to Yan Zhen: "Mr. Yan, these years, thanks to you for taking care of me."
"Eh?"
Which one is this singing
Yan Zhen didn't understand.
Su Jinxin raised her trembling eyelashes in a panic and glanced at him again, her hands pinching each other so hard that they turned white: "Just... that... Our contract was originally signed for three years, and the time was up, and we didn't go there. Continued next... Now that Lei is back, he doesn't need to give any more money, so I... "
Yan Zhen understood it with hindsight.
The smile froze on his face. The more you listen, the darker your face becomes.
How ridiculous.
While he was tossing around and planning his confession, someone was thinking about saying goodbye.
Su Jinxin was habitually speaking, while sneaking at Yan Zhen, seeing his face getting worse and worse, his voice getting more and more trembling and getting smaller... Finally, he couldn't finish.
Yan Zhen's face was like the sky when the summer rainstorm was approaching, the black clouds were pressing down on the city and the vertical lines between the eyebrows were squeezed out.
Su Jinxin remembered with hindsight that I don't know which TV series or book seems to have said that the young masters of wealthy people have strong self-esteem, and only allow themselves to dump people, and never allow others to dump him... So this kind of thing should probably let Yan Zhen speak. ... and yet... But that was the only thing he could hold on to.
Midnight phone call. Minor familiar tone. The question of "apartment or a villa". Three full hours. When I came back, I had an unfamiliar, strong scent on my body. And scratches. That scratch... Generally speaking, even if there is something, it won't stay in such an obvious place... No matter how you look at it, it looks like a silent demonstration, but Yan Zhen has no disgust and indulges its existence... Su Jinxin I don't even dare to think about how many other traces there will be on Yan Zhen's body.
Obviously, he has been by Yan Zhen's side for so many years, and he never dared to leave traces on Yan Zhen...
He knew that this was the countdown he had long feared.
Serve people with color, and love to ride when the color fades.
This is the case both in ancient and modern times at home and abroad.
I just didn't expect that the death knell sounded so urgently - a gentle person like Yan Zhen would be so determined that he didn't even want to give him a meal.
Should I say simply... or cruel...
... Or in the world of the rich, the old and the new alternate is like this.
He has seen a lot over the years. Knowing that one day it will be your turn. He thought he was mentally prepared enough. However, when this moment came, my mind was still blank, and I couldn't even feel the pain.
Just be quick to be tough on yourself.
He was afraid that Yan Zhen would think he was pestering him.
Afraid of hearing cruel words from a familiar voice from Yan Zhen's mouth.
Following Yan Zhen, Su Jinxin has seen many partings, procrastinating, pathetic, and heart-wrenching - listening to Yan Zhen and his friends mention it after a meal, in a tired and helpless tone. He didn't want to be the frowning talk of chewing gum stuck to the soles of their shoes.
If he was destined to leave today, then he chose to walk neatly and decently. If possible, try to get a nice back.
... In this case, maybe after many years Yan Zhen thinks of him inadvertently, he will not frown in disgust with a "tsk", but will just like in the past, the corners of his mouth will be raised, and his name will be given away with a shallow smile...
In reality, however, being calm and decent is difficult.
Su Jinxin was trapped in Yan Zhen's figure, with the stove behind him. He had no room to retreat. He was really desperate, so he could only stand silently on the spot, clearly feeling that his soul started slowly from the deepest part. Die little by little.
He heard Yan Zhen's voice asking, "Are you serious?"
- This is the final judgment.
Su Jin nodded quickly in a panic.
After a while, I heard Yan Zhen say lightly: "Okay."
He took a step to the side to make way for him.
Su Jinxin didn't care about anything, and ran out as if running away with his head down. He was afraid that if he stayed a little longer, he could not help crying. When I ran out of strength and stopped at the bus stop, I only felt a headache and a sore nose, and my eyes were sore and anxious, but there were no tears flowing, and I suddenly remembered that it was actually very difficult to cry without Yan Zhen.
Almost as soon as Su Jinxin closed the door, Yan Zhen immediately fell down on the cold floor of the kitchen.
It is a rare embarrassing moment in the life of an overbearing president.
The nanny heard the noise and rushed over, but he waved his hand away. Leaning his head back against the cabinet door, pressing his chest, gasping for breath - the world swirls around him, blurs and fades away, and he hears his own chaotic heartbeat, the blood rushing through his veins. , when he heard the bloody impulse emerge from various hidden corners in the bottom of his heart, the strange smirk—the fierce malice burst out in front of his eyes one by one, noisy and sharp, scratching his nerves. Everything he wants to do now is written in the Criminal Code. You have to use all your strength to restrain yourself, to stop in place, not to chase out the door, and make a cruel act to Su Jinxin that breaks the lower limit of civilized human beings.
I don't know how long it took before the world returned to him.
Yan Zhen held the doorknob of the cabinet and stood up slowly—hands and feet were numb, his limbs were stiff, his body was cold, and every slight movement could hear the cries of pain in his muscles, bones, and fascia. Just the act of "standing firm" is like depleting all the energy stored in the body.
He stayed where he was.
It took me a long time to remember and rolled my eyes.
Then he saw the food Su Jinxin made for him was still standing on the stove, and it was still steaming hot: preserved egg lean meat porridge, handmade flower rolls, crystal shrimp dumplings...
It's all the breakfast he said "favorite".
Su Jinxin couldn't remember how she got back to the dormitory.
Fortunately, it was the summer vacation, and the roommates had either graduated and left or went home. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain the state of utter despair—the researcher at the school he was protecting could probably stay in the dormitory for half the summer vacation before moving out.
Just this dorm...
… As soon as I looked up, I found a sketch of Yan Zhen's body attached to the front of the desk.
This is his little thought as an art student.
You can hide your loved ones where everyone can see them.
The one in the center is a close-up of the back, with a beautifully stretched spine.
Su Jinxin raised her hand and touched it, remembering the feeling of nervously holding her breath for this picture...
In fact, in order to paint Yan Zhen, he also secretly took a lot of photos of Yan Zhen from various angles, locked them in the encrypted folder of the computer, never dared to let people know, and only secretly took them out when he was alone. For this reason, even the computer has I didn't dare to take it out to fix the problem, so I learned to repair the computer...
More than just repairing computers.
Because of Yan Zhen, he learned high-end cooking, massage, a little bit of French and Russian, enemas and dilations... and many other things that he hadn't thought about before.
He may indeed be able to resist the erosion of glitz.
But what's the use.
Yan Zhen himself is far more terrifying than the whole world's intoxicated gold fans put together - gentle and low voice, restrained or provocative words, hot breath sprayed behind his ears, careful but undeniable touch feeling, lingering on the skin. The imprint, the hardness and heat that entered the deepest part of the body... had already penetrated little by little along the pores, melted into his muscles and blood, and branded in the depths of his bone marrow.
In fact, he is no longer his own.
Su Jinxin sighed deeply. His eyes were hot, but he still couldn't cry.
He thought of "The Fisherman and the Goldfish", and of the fisherman's wife who finally sat at the door of her house guarding her little broken wooden basin, crying without tears.
How similar.
He is also always greedy and lacking in greed. Xiao thinks about the beauty beyond his ability. When he has no talent, he delusionally tries to get close to a genius by helping Shi Lei. When he lacks money, he delusionally wants to obtain wealth through Chenghuan Yanzhen.
In fact, there are so many shortcuts to the sky in this world.
Some are just a moment of luck.
and permanent punishment.
- He was finally the same as before, empty-handed and nothing.
Oh no, he still has memories.
Is this lucky or unfortunate
For nearly four years, it looks like it is standing on tiptoe and will not see the end, but it is so short that it only takes a blink of an eye. He had a love affair that would never begin. Learned a universally known truth:
When you are young, you cannot meet people who are too amazing.
He was only twenty-two years old. The soul is dead.
Doomed to spend a long life alone.
Trapped in the sin of greed.
Waiting for the death of the body to take away all the unspeakable secrets.
Waiting for true death, granting him a dark and silent forgiveness.