Why can anyone?
Song Shuyang was taken by Han Zhuqing to a remote, derelict restaurant. He had to take off his shoes before entering, and couldn't order his own food; he had to eat whatever the chef gave him: half a slice of meat, a small piece of tofu. He grew hungrier and hungrier, but he didn't dare to say anything. He silently complained, "I've paid money to beg for food. Is this the habit of rich people?"
Han Zhuqing enjoyed the meal very much, and explained to him from time to time that this was the Yunwu Ningzhixianfu, which was made by the chef's exclusive secret recipe of imported soybeans from a certain place and the freshest mountain spring water. It was sweet and smooth in the mouth, with a long and distant aftertaste. Song Shuyang just wanted to say that tofu was tofu, and it tasted like raw beans when he put it in his mouth.
He ate a bellyful of sticky, glutinous, and tangy food. Two hours later, he finally saw a big bowl of rice. For the first time in his life, he felt such an urgent desire for rice. Just as he was about to eat, the chef brought the big bowl and scooped a spoonful of rice for each person.
Song Shuyang put the precious rice that he had worked hard to get into his mouth and wanted to lick the spoon clean. He was looking forward to the next dish when the chef suddenly mumbled something and bowed to everyone. The assistant next to him translated it, which roughly meant: Today's meal is over, and that's all for whether you are full or not. Everyone, get out of here.
Song Shuyang helplessly covered his starving stomach, feeling that he was even more miserable than the ancient refugees. If this was given to refugees as a disaster relief in ancient times, the emperor would have chopped them into a bloody mist long ago.
He turned around and looked at Han Zhuqing with a satisfied look on his face, and he deeply suspected that this man had some special hobby of spending money to suffer.
After finishing his meal, he was ready to run away like last time, but unfortunately Han Zhuqing didn't intend to let him go this time.
He said it was too late and if he rushed back to the school dormitory, the door would be locked, so it would be better to stay here for the night.
Song Shuyang thought about it and it made sense. He was having a one-sided quarrel with Jin Zhou and didn't really want to stay at his house. He couldn't just sleep on the street for a night, right?
He was originally wary of Han Zhuqing, but he was relieved when he found out that he had booked a twin room. Han Zhuqing was quite a gentleman and knew how to avoid suspicion. "You go wash up first, I'm going out for a cigarette."
After he left, Song Shuyang went into the bathroom and took a shower while looking at the takeaway. He was extremely hungry and could not afford the rich man's food, so he had to eat the poor man's set meal.
When Han Zhuqing came back, he had already showered, dressed, and sat back on the bed. Han Zhuqing chuckled softly, "Why are you so wary of your uncle? He won't do anything to you."
He sat down beside the bed and asked Song Shuyang softly, "You seem to be worried tonight. Is there something bothering you? I've been through this before, so tell me about it."
Song Shuyang scratched his head uncomfortably. "Actually, it's okay. It's not a big deal. I just had a fight with my brother."
"Xiao Jin does have a bad temper, but it's normal for brothers to quarrel. Sometimes we just need to be more tolerant of each other."
Song Shuyang opened up as soon as he talked about Jin Zhou. He couldn't help but complain to Han Zhuqing: "You also think he has a weird temper, right? He always gets angry at me, as if I owe him something. No one except my mother has dared to do this to me since I was a child. He's not my real brother, and he always wants to control me."
Han Zhuqing laughed, "Maybe old men like us like to discipline children."
Song Shuyang thought to himself, Jin Zhou is not an old man, he is much younger than you.
Before he knew it, Han Zhuqing had sat next to him. Song Shuyang rarely had someone to talk to, so he kept complaining to him. Han Zhuqing just agreed with him and quietly put her arm around his waist.
When Song Shuyang came to his senses, he was already in Han Zhuqing's arms.
He stood up hurriedly and said in a panic: "Well, it's getting late, I'm a little sleepy, let's go to bed early."
"Look at you, you're so scared, as if I were going to eat you."
Seeing that he didn't move, Han Zhuqing tempted him with Jin Zhou's matter again, "Didn't you tell me last time that Xiao Jin was in trouble when he opened a bar? Since we are friends, uncle will of course find a way to help you."
"Really?"
"Come sit over here first. How can we chat if we stand so far away?"
Song Shuyang sat down beside him doubtfully, "Do you really have a solution?"
"Of course, come here, uncle will show you something."
He leaned over curiously, and in a split second, he saw Han Zhuqing take out a small jar from the bedside table. He knew he had to hide, but a big hand held the back of his head tightly, and the other hand pressed the jar of medicine on his nose. It was no use struggling.
Only at this moment did he feel the disparity in strength between the two men. He struggled desperately, but his legs were clamped tightly and his entire upper body was trapped between his arms. He wanted to shout for someone to save him, but when he opened his mouth, he inhaled a strange-smelling gas. He felt the tense muscles in his body loosen little by little, and he could no longer exert any strength.
He finally felt afraid.
My body became hotter and hotter, and my skin became more and more sensitive. Every friction with clothes made me feel itchy.
Han Zhuqing finally removed the hand that was clasping his face, allowing him to breathe in fresh air again. He took deep, greedy breaths, wanting to take this opportunity to escape. Han Zhuqing didn't stop him, but watched him leisurely as he struggled to get out of bed. As he neared the door, he lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground like a piece of melted ice cream.
If you want to blame someone, blame him for not having received any self-protection education since he was a child. He didn't know that there were such vicious tricks in the world!
He had never experienced this, but he knew what Han Zhuqing was going to do to him. Tears of fear rolled down his cheeks, and he shouted silently, "Jin Zhou, come and save me."
Han Zhuqing sat by the bed and watched the little cutie's helpless escape for a while. He felt a great deal of satisfaction and couldn't help but taunt her, "Didn't you come here with a purpose? Sleeping with you for one night gives your brother a green light for the journey. That's okay, right?"
He reached out his hand to Song Shuyang, but the other party bit his arm with all his strength. When he pulled it out, it was already covered with blood. He was finally enraged and pinched Song Shuyang's chin fiercely, "Why are you pretending? Aren't you very good at being coquettish in front of Jin Zhou? Do you think I don't know the little schemes between you two, calling each other brother and brother, and you almost believe it yourself? You have received many red envelopes from me, and now you know how to pretend to be reserved?"
He began to slowly untie his belt, cursing profanely, describing the relationship between him and Jin Zhou as extremely dirty.
Song Shuyang didn't even have the strength to cry, and could only be forced to tilt his head back and cry.
Just when he was in despair, there was a knock on the door. Han Zhuqing was forced to stop and put the belt back on. While moving Song Shuyang to the bed, he asked irritably, "Who is it?"
"Hello, your takeaway has arrived."
Song Shuyang remembered that he had ordered takeout while showering, and he began to struggle desperately, trying to make some noise to attract the attention of the person who came. But Han Zhuqing was not afraid at all. He said to the person outside the door, "Please leave it at the door." When he heard the footsteps in the distance, he opened the door suspiciously to check if there was anything wrong.
However, the moment he opened the door, he was splashed with a few slices of bread, fried chicken nuggets and cola in his face. Before he could regain his sight, he was pushed to the ground with great force. The other party closed the door and punched him in the face with clenched fists!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Each punch was filled with surging fury, and each one made him see stars. He didn't know where the blood came from, but his vision turned bright red and his mouth tasted blood.
He yelled, "Who the hell are you?"
The other party stood up and kicked him hard in the stomach, finally letting him go temporarily.
Han Zhuqing then sat up slightly, wiped the blood from his eyes with his clothes with trembling hands, and fell into complete despair the moment he saw who was coming.
Jin Zhou was looking down at him, his eyes looking at a dead pig, his calm expression revealing an unconcealable madness.
He turned around and looked Song Shuyang up and down, then glanced at the medicine on the bedside table.
It was obvious that the four bright letters on the ashtray had once again angered him. This time, his bare hands were not enough to vent his anger, so he picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it down.
In just a moment, Han Zhuqing completely lost consciousness.
The effect of the medicine on Song Shuyang had faded a little. He squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "Don't hit Jin Zhou!"
The weight and sharpness of the ashtray were no joke. If it hit him again, someone would be killed. He was afraid that Jin Zhou would be arrested and put in jail.
However, somehow, as soon as these words came out, Jin Zhou completely fell into a kind of quiet madness.
He slowly turned around and looked at Song Shuyang: "Why is it possible for even such a scumbag to be allowed?"
"What are you... talking about?"
Jin Zhou sat down on the bed and stretched out a hand to him, which was stained with blood, whether it was his or Han Zhuqing's.
He used his fingertips to caress Song Shuyang's face slowly and ambiguously. His thin lips were slightly raised, but the bright red mole underneath was trembling with his breathing. His long eyelashes covered half of his pupils, and the corners of his eyes were red, making him look like a ghost in a painting.
"I sometimes find it really funny, Song Shuyang."
"Anyone can do it. Your senior schoolmate can do it, your roommate can do it, even this scumbag can do it, but I can't. I can only deceive myself and pretend to be a good brother, watching you fall in love with all kinds of people. I don't even have the right to be jealous."
Song Shuyang's whole body was stiff, and under the effect of the drug, the skin he touched felt as hot as if it were burning.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
He saw that Jin Zhou's sense of security was gradually swallowed up by another deeper fear.
"I said," Jin Zhou's face moved closer to him, "I don't want to wait for you to grow up."
"Um……"
Song Shuyang's lips were bitten by someone, and he didn't even have the strength to push away.
He cried again, his tears flowing into the place where their lips touched, tasting bitter and salty. He thought he was saved, but in fact he fell into an even darker abyss. Jin Zhou gently held the back of his head, not giving him the slightest chance to dodge.
Even though his mind had completely collapsed, he still kissed her gently and tenderly, like a feather brushing across the surface of a river, creating ripples. It was more of a comfort than a demand. In his arms, Song Shuyang slowly lost the desire to struggle, closed his eyes, and let his mind go blank.
In the end, Jin Zhou was reluctant to go any further, and let this first kiss in the chaos remain in a relatively pure and beautiful stage. He was not a fool, and he could vaguely taste the forced meaning of the scene just now, but he lost his mind the moment he opened the door and saw Han Zhuqing, and had no time to think more.
Jin Zhou gave him another light kiss on the lips, marking the end of their first kiss.
Song Shuyang had completely lost his mind, his eyes tightly closed, not daring to face the chaotic scene.
The culprit was still leaning against the wall unconscious, and no one knew whether he was still alive. He was a single-core, single-threaded creature and could only think about one thing at a time. The biggest worry facing him now was how to end it.
But Jin Zhou obviously didn't care. He touched Song Shuyang's forehead with his clean hand and asked in a low voice: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Song Shuyang shook his head. "It will be fine after a while. I didn't, I didn't inhale too much."
He immediately realized the ambiguity after he finished speaking, and added: "I didn't take the initiative to smoke it, I just accidentally..."
He originally wanted to say that Han Zhuqing forced him to do so, but he was afraid of irritating Jin Zhou, so he changed his words to something milder.
Jin Zhou grabbed his hand and placed it on his shoulder. With a little force, he picked him up by his knees.
Song Shuyang was still a little worried, "Just leave him here? Will he call the police when he wakes up?"
Jin Zhou just whispered "He doesn't dare" and carried him away.
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