The Dark Side of the Piano Boy (15)

Lu Zhiran didn't say anything more and he quickly left the bedroom again.

Jiang Ye sat alone on the bed, motionless.

Thinking of what Lu Zhiran said, Jiang Ye felt colder and colder in his heart.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Jiang Ye heard a knock on the door outside the bedroom.

Lu Zhiran reminded outside the door, "Jiang Ye, it's time for you to have dinner."

Jiang Ye raised his head and scanned the bedroom, finally seeing the camera installed by Lu Zhiran in the corner.

Lu Zhiran was really well prepared, with anesthetics and cameras. Jiang Ye even wanted to applaud Lu Zhiran.

What a talented artist.

He actually did something that only criminals would do.

Jiang Ye stood up and picked up the porridge that Lu Zhiran had placed on the bedside.

In the surveillance video, Lu Zhiran stared at Jiang Ye.

Just when Lu Zhiran thought Jiang Ye was finally going to start drinking the porridge, he saw Jiang Ye suddenly smash the box of porridge in his hand to the ground.

The thick century egg and lean meat porridge spilled onto the ground, making the floor so messy that it was unbearable to look at.

Lu Zhiran's brows suddenly furrowed.

There was a chill in his eyes.

However, Jiang Ye, who was under surveillance, seemed to have expected Lu Zhiran's expression. He suddenly raised his head and showed a sneer in the direction of the surveillance camera, unwilling to be outdone.

Ten seconds later, Lu Zhiran opened the bedroom door.

He strode in front of Jiang Ye, looked at the man who deliberately provoked him, and asked gloomily, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Ye sat down beside the bed and replied coldly,

"Aren't you monitoring me? Can't you see for yourself what I did?"

For some reason, Lu Zhiran laughed out of anger.

"Teacher Jiang, do you think what you are doing has any practical effect?"

It's just like spilling a bowl of porridge, it's meaningless.

Jiang Ye followed Lu Zhiran's words and said, "Then what do you think the purpose and significance of what you are going to do is?"

tit-for-tat.

At first Lu Zhiran thought Jiang Ye would finally behave himself, but he didn't expect Jiang Ye to recover his fighting ability so quickly, and he didn't show any sign of compromise.

Lu Zhiran's elegant and handsome facial features showed faint signs of cracks.

"Jiang Ye, do you think I don't dare to send those photos?"

When it comes to this matter, Jiang Ye feels angry and helpless.

He could see that the current Lu Zhiran was not the same Lu Zhiran as before. If Lu Zhiran dared to do it, he would certainly believe that Lu Zhiran dared.

After all, Lu Zhiran has already achieved this point.

Jiang Ye was silent and said nothing.

Lu Zhiran saw Jiang Ye retract his sharpness, and then he withdrew his gaze. He turned around, walked out of the bedroom, brought in cleaning tools, and cleaned up all the dirt left by Jiang Ye on the ground.

Then, Lu Zhiran ordered another takeaway on his phone.

After doing all this, Lu Zhiran found the air freshener in Jiang Ye's apartment.

He used air freshener and sprayed the bedroom.

The smell of century egg and lean meat porridge in the bedroom finally faded.

…

After the new takeaway was delivered, Lu Zhiran took it into the bedroom.

This time, Lu Zhiran opened the takeaway box in front of Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye glanced coldly at the takeout box.

He said in a mocking tone, "It's century egg and lean meat porridge again. You don't have any new ideas."

Lu Zhiran didn't say anything.

But he thought he knew Jiang Ye's taste.

Six years ago, when Jiangye and I lived in a rental house, Jiangye liked to order century egg and lean meat porridge every time we ordered takeout.

It's not like Jiang Ye changed his tactics back then.

"Teacher Jiang, I will supervise you while you eat this time."

Lu Zhiran curled the corners of his lips and smiled nonchalantly, as if Jiang's ridicule just now had never existed.

Jiang Ye looked at Lu Zhiran's elegant and non-aggressive look. It was like a heavy punch hitting cotton. It was really meaningless and a waste of energy.

He lowered his brows and said, "I don't want to eat."

"Did you forget the photo I had?"

Lu Zhiran only said this one sentence, and Jiang Ye was instantly unable to move.

He couldn't believe that Lu Zhiran still had any kindness in his heart. What if Lu Zhiran really sent the photos to his students?

After a moment of silence, Jiang Ye said in a dead voice,

"I have no strength."

"Eat it and you'll have strength."

Jiang Ye had indeed not eaten for a long time, and he was exhausted from all the trouble he had been through, and he hadn't even had a sip of water.

If you say that he has no strength, Lu Zhiran believes it.

Jiang Ye sat motionless beside the bed for a long time.

At this moment, Lu Zhiran reached out, scooped a spoonful with a spoon, and put it to Jiang Ye's mouth.

The meaning is self-evident.

Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Zhiran's face inquiringly.

Lu Zhiran's expression flashed with discomfort for a moment.

After a moment, Lu Zhiran suddenly smiled, as if nothing had happened, elegant and dignified, but with a cold and sharp edge.

"Why, Teacher Jiang, with that look in your eyes, do you think I'm being nice to you?"

Lu Zhiran is like a hedgehog, with an elegant and gentlemanly appearance but sharp and xenophobic thorns.

Jiang Ye also found it funny. He said indifferently, "You must be joking."

Lu Zhiran saw the indifference in Jiang Ye's eyes, and his eyes darkened. He handed the spoon of porridge to Jiang Ye's mouth and gave him a commanding tone.

"Open your mouth."

A faint fragrance wafted up from below.

The room had been filled with the smell of century egg and lean meat porridge, and Jiang Ye had already been hungry from the smell.

Now the preserved egg and lean meat porridge is placed in Jiang Ye's mouth...

Jiang Ye pursed his lips, and finally felt that there was no point in being reserved. Things had already come to this point, was there really any need to go on a hunger strike and torture himself?

He opened his mouth and drank the porridge that Lu Zhiran fed him.

Lu Zhiran watched Jiang Ye eat, and his tense expression relaxed a little.

Just like that, Jiang Ye ate half a bowl.

There was silence between the two people in the bedroom.

suddenly--

Jiang Ye was struck by lightning.

His brows were furrowed, his expression was solemn, and his voice was extremely cold. "Why is your hand like this?"

Lu Zhiran was feeding porridge to Jiang Ye. He was wearing a snow-white shirt with the sleeves unbuttoned.

His cuffs slid down slightly during the long lift.

The wrist was exposed.

All I saw was a scar of varying depths and hideous appearance on the snow-white wrist, as ugly as a centipede.

Lu Zhiran's cold and calm face flashed with panic for a moment as Jiang Ye spoke.

He suddenly put down the porridge box in his hand.

Lengmo quickly withdrew his hand.

At this moment, Jiang Ye grabbed Lu Zhiran's hand even more swiftly and efficiently.

He stared at the scar on Lu Zhiran's hand and asked coldly, "Have you ever committed suicide or mutilated yourself?"

"Or was it... Lu Ya who did it?"

When Jiang Ye mentioned that it was Lu Ya who did it, his tone was filled with intense hatred.

This is completely different from the hatred I felt when I spoke to Lu Zhiran before.

"no."

Lu Zhiran's expression was stiff and tense, and he suddenly pulled his hand out of Jiang Ye's.

After a moment, Lu Zhiran lowered his head and slowly buttoned up his clothes.

At the same time, the expression on his face had returned to normal.

As if he was talking about a trivial matter, Lu Zhiran said indifferently,

"I've been under a lot of work pressure in the past few years, so I just cut a few pieces to relieve the pressure."

Jiang Ye resisted the urge to dunk on Lu Zhiran's head. His tone was cold to the bone.

"Lu Zhiran, is there anything wrong with your brain? How stupid do you have to be to come up with such a way to relieve stress?"

He had finally managed to drive Lu Ya away from Lu Zhiran, and thought that Lu Zhiran would be better off without the shadow in his life, but it turned out that this guy didn't even know how to cherish himself.

Jiang Ye was so frustrated that he could not make the best of his relationship. He felt very aggrieved, as if his heart was twisted by something.

Lu Zhiran raised his head and looked at Jiang Ye, who was full of anger and resentment. His eyebrows slowly raised and he asked expressionlessly,

"Why, Teacher Jiang is concerned about me?"

Because of Lu Zhiran's words, Jiang Ye's galloping alpaca suddenly calmed down.

Jiang Ye pinched himself secretly.

Coldly said, "People who don't love themselves are not worthy of others' care."

Lu Zhiran's heart sank gradually.

He said sharply, "Teacher Jiang, don't worry. Your concern means nothing to me."

"Compared to this, I'm actually looking forward to having sex with Teacher Jiang soon."

Jiang Ye's face looked very unhappy and he didn't say anything else.

…

Jiang Ye didn't have much appetite after that. After drinking some more porridge, he put down the box in his hand.

Lu Zhiran just sat there indifferently.

He didn't speak until Jiang Ye put down the takeaway box.

"Does Teacher Jiang have a girlfriend in recent years?"

Jiang Ye raised his curtains and glanced at Lu Zhiran coldly, and asked,

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

After saying that, Jiang Ye stood up from the bed, walked around Lu Zhiran, and headed towards the bathroom.

Lu Zhiran called him, "What are you doing?"

"You want to take care of the toilet, too?"

After Jiang Ye walked into the bathroom, he closed the door heavily.

Lu Zhiran's slender white fingers slowly clenched. His heavy face returned to normal, and after a moment, he stretched out his fingers and slowly touched his wrist.

Through the fabric of the shirt, Lu Zhiran could feel those ugly scars.

It's like feeling all the struggles and tears I've experienced over the years.

The man slowly lowered his thick, curly eyelashes, raised the corners of his lips in self-mockery, and his eyes were dark and dead.

——You must try your best to fight for the things that belong to you and never let go.

This is what Jiang Ye once said to the boy.

What he wants to know now is what if something does not belong to him but he wants it very much.

So, is it okay to try your best to keep him, even if it means using the most despicable means?

…

Jiang Ye stayed in the bathroom for a long time.

When he came out, Jiang Ye's hair was wet, with round drops of water seeping out from the tips of his hair, one of which fell to the ground.

"Teacher Jiang, have you washed your hair?"

Lu Zhiran had heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom before and guessed that Jiang Ye was washing something.

It was already dark outside. Lu Zhiran sat on the sofa in the corner of the bedroom, his facial features shrouded in the dim light from the back. His elegant yet cold features were handsome and unpredictable.

Jiang Ye looked towards Lu Zhiran and said, "Yeah, you took a shower."

It wasn't that he was eager to send himself to Lu Zhiran, but...

Lu Zhiran's purpose is already very clear.

In this case, it is better to resolve the matter early than to waste time procrastinating.

Jiang Ye asked, "After you're done... you'll delete all those photos, right?"

Lu Zhiran sat in the corner.

His facial features were handsome and elegant, and his eyes were long and deep, as charming as if they were inlaid with black gemstones.

He suddenly smiled, a smile that was half bright and elegant, and half like the depths of hell.

"Um."

"Teacher Jiang, come here."