Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Lethal Dose Shura Field
After He Songfeng packed up some things, he got into Cheng Yiliao's Bentley and went back to his house for dinner.
"When I meet my parents and brother later, can I tell them that you are my boyfriend?"
Cheng Yiliao's voice was so soft, so soft that it was almost entirely breathy.
He Songfeng didn't say anything, but lowered his head to read the book. His pale fingers pressed on the pages, making a rustling white noise.
While waiting for the green light, Cheng Yiliao took the opportunity to put his hand on He Songfeng's hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it, then rubbed it in his palm and hummed coquettishly:
"Okay, I won't tell you. Don't be angry. I'll accept it even if you treat me like a cannon machine."
Cheng family.
Cheng Qiyong sat at the dinner table, looking at He Songfeng who was sitting across the table from him.
He Songfeng stood up, lowered his upper body forward, and took the initiative to extend his hand to Cheng Qiyong.
"Hello, my name is He Songfeng, and I'm Cheng Yiliao's friend. Nice to meet you..."
After saying this, He Songfeng paused for a moment before slowly uttering a title:
"Student Council President."
Cheng Yiliao wasn't satisfied with He Songfeng's explanation and quickly stood up with him, holding his hand. "Dad, Mom, this is my boyfriend. He's saying this because he's worried you won't accept our relationship."
After saying this, Cheng Yiliao glanced at Cheng Qiyong frequently.
He Songfeng calmly denied: "I'm not."
Cheng Yiliao half-closed his eyes unhappily, and reluctantly and unwillingly tried to make amends: "It will be soon. I'm pursuing him."
He Songfeng stood there, like a soulless stone statue, blankly enduring the scrutiny from those around him.
Cheng Qiyong's body above the table was calm and motionless.
But the two hands hidden under the table, lying flat on his legs, were secretly clenched into fists.
The finger bones and the skin of the palm were stretched tightly together, like building blocks squeezed together. It seemed that if there was any looseness, the bones would collapse like ruins, leaving a mess on the ground.
Cheng Qiyong couldn't even maintain a polite smile. The only thing he could do was to keep a blank expression.
It seemed that He Songfeng treated him as a stranger, shaking hands with him and chatting happily.
The meal was quite tasteless.
Cheng Qiyong felt very unhappy, and even the meal became tasteless. He even had to deal with his stupid brother's provocative and boastful eyes.
As for He Songfeng, he was happy and at ease.
He is handsome and has good grades, and his experience of moving from a mountain village to a big city makes him even more lovable.
It is difficult for the wealthy and decent parents not to take extra care of He Songfeng, for fear that this poor pretty boy would be wronged by them.
Cheng Yiliao also showed his courtesy, running around for him and bringing him food and water.
After He Songfeng had eaten and drunk his fill, he walked around the villa from the first floor to the fifth floor, and then from the fifth floor to the first floor, looking at each floor one by one.
I watched it again and again and was extremely envious.
It was the first time that He Songfeng knew that there was an elevator in his home.
It was also the first time he knew that people could be so rich.
Night fell. He Songfeng's room was on the third floor, right between the doors of Cheng Yiliao and Cheng Qiyong's bedrooms.
He Songfeng discovered a bathtub in the room. He was so excited that he even forgot to lock the door. He took off his clothes and stepped directly into the bathtub.
He soaked in the bathtub, hugged his legs and rested his chin on his knees.
The heat quickly steamed every inch of He Songfeng's skin red, and the shampoo foam splashed on the ground, like He Songfeng's happy bubbles overflowing.
He carefully scanned every detail in the bathroom, taking it into his mind, and considered it as having owned it.
He Songfeng thought that he would buy such a big house in the future, with such a big bathroom in the house, and live alone.
The Cheng family's bedding smells nice, the same scent that He Songfeng thinks is expensive. When you fall into it, it's like you're trapped in a life of decadence and extravagance.
Closing his eyes, he felt as if sinking into the glittering golden coins, and the touch of silk was brought by the golden champagne flowing from under him.
His body sank into the soft bed, as if he was surrounded by many beautiful men and women, their soft skin hugging He Songfeng intimately.
They smelled so good, so good that they almost ate He Songfeng up.
He Songfeng's eyes gradually became blurred, and his consciousness became fuzzy. His ears felt wet, as if he was really being kissed and licked by someone.
Immediately afterwards, his body was held down by a pair of hot hands, kneaded and even ravaged.
But it still smelled very good, so good that He Songfeng didn't dare to open his eyes.
He was afraid that once he opened his eyes, the extravagant life he had imagined would swallow him up along with the darkness, and he would be back to that helpless and dirty night with his head down looking at the stars.
He would rather be defiled in the illusion than look at the stars in the dark.
The owner of the fragrance was kissing him, and the scent from the kiss was like rich sweet wine. Her soft and warm breasts pressed against He Songfeng's dry chest, squeezing him so that he had nowhere to escape.
Then, he poured the wine into He Songfeng's lips mouth to mouth, and the fragrance was extremely rich and fragrant.
The sound of the man's breathing beside his ear was no longer the horn blown before the invasion, but an elegant symphony, playing low in He Songfeng's ear.
He Songfeng was forced to raise his hand, it was him playing the cello.
The legs that are forced to lift up are the sustain pedal of the piano.
The wheezing sound is the bass horn.
The rhythm stick penetrates deep into the symphony, firmly controlling the entire rhythm.
He Songfeng is a drunkard who is obsessed with fine wine and delicious food. He has long lost himself in the erotic world.
He buried his head in the soft tofu-like chest beside him, took a deep breath, and swallowed the rich fragrance completely into his throat.
It's like taking a sip of high-concentration alcohol, making you feel even more dizzy.
He Songfeng laughed.
Laughing in the gaps between breaths.
Suddenly, a voice pulled the happy He Songfeng back to reality.
"He Songfeng, are you asleep?"
It was Cheng Qiyong's voice, and it was dull.
He Songfeng's body shook violently, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his body and was dripping down along his spine.
He Songfeng opened his eyes and saw a hazy shadow standing at the end of the bed.
He thought that the man in the illusion just now was Cheng Qiyong.
"What…aha…what is it?"
Strangely enough, the rhythm of the rhythm stick did not stop!
He Songfeng's expression suddenly froze.
His eyes slowly moved downwards. The height of the bulge in the bedding was simply not something he could support by himself.
There was another man folded under the quilt and under his body!
Cheng Qiyong asked bluntly, "Who's in your quilt?"
He Songfeng said calmly: "No one."
"Really?"
He Songfeng reached down, grabbed Cheng Yiliao's chest, and twisted it viciously.
Cheng Yiliao felt pain from being pinched, and he seemed unable to help himself, and he let out a few sudden gasps as if on purpose.
He Songfeng spoke quickly, and in an attempt to conceal his intention, he issued an order to leave: "You go out first, I will put on my clothes and come find you."
"good."
Cheng Qiyong didn't ask any more questions and turned around calmly.
Just as He Songfeng was watching them leave with a sigh of relief, Cheng Qiyong's expression suddenly changed.
The face hidden in the darkness twisted and emitted heavy breathing with unclear meaning.
"Forget it, don't wear it either."
Cheng Qiyong climbed up from the end of the bed, like a huge vicious dog, slowly approaching, devouring He Songfeng's visibility bit by bit, until he replaced everything in He Songfeng's eyes.
Until He Songfeng completely sank into his shadow.
"Let's go together."
Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's chin and kissed him straight in.
Cheng Yiliao was like a thief and didn't dare to say a word.
He took advantage of the cover of the quilt and wrapped his arms around He Songfeng tightly, tightening them again and again until there was almost no space between him and He Songfeng.
He Songfeng was kissed so hard that he lost consciousness for a moment.
He could hardly distinguish between reality and illusion, and didn't know when the dream ended, or perhaps it never ended.
He Songfeng tried hard to see their faces clearly and wanted to pull these two living people out of the shadows, but no matter how hard he looked, all he could see was a blur.
Like a ghost left in a photo, it's creepy.
He Songfeng's mental state was not good to begin with. He often confused fantasy with reality, and this time he was no exception.
He Songfeng thought about it and gave up.
Then he spread his hands casually to both sides as if spreading the gospel.
The next second, a sticky hand like a water ghost came up.
Both hands inserted their fingers into his left and right hands at the same time, giving He Songfeng no chance to react. The thick fingers were like locks, tightly clasping He Songfeng's palms.
But He Songfeng soon realized that the two hands holding his were two right hands!
How can one person have two right hands?
Another domineering kiss came up.
But this time it wasn't the lips, He Songfeng's legs were clamped tightly together.
The panting sound was close to He Songfeng's ears, from left to right, from top to bottom, making a full circle.
Their skin was sweating profusely and they were squeezed tightly together, letting the sweat roll all over the bed.
Double the hormones pressed against He Songfeng's skin and forcefully poured into his nasal cavity. The smell he smelled became stronger and more complex.
There is leather, alcohol, mattress detergent, room fragrance and fresh air from the air conditioner.
The only thing I can't smell is He Songfeng's scent.
The fingers inserted in He Songfeng's fingers loosened and then clasped again.
However, the fingers that were inserted again were not the same hands as before, as if the people holding hands had been swapped.
The black shadow sat on the edge of the bed smoking. His sturdy body was bent into a C shape in comfort and fatigue because he was too happy. His stretched back muscles were as heavy as a mountain, hindering He Songfeng's eyes.
This dark shadow would rather bite the cigarette butt and light it with one hand, so as to free up one hand to interlock fingers with He Songfeng.
Snap——
The lighter became the only light in the dark night.
He Songfeng was attracted to light, so he followed it with his eyes and turned his face to the side.
The moment it was illuminated, the dark shadow raised his hand and saw the crescent moon on the back of his hand. It was all the masterpiece of He Songfeng.
He Songfeng's nails, which were so white that they looked pink, would quietly pinch out a crescent moon at the end of every breath.
The blurry shadow took a deep puff of smoke, and the smoke was actually clearer than his figure, like a white firework exhaled towards He Songfeng.
The shadow grabbed He Songfeng's neck and kissed him fiercely.
“Ugh—!”
He Songfeng's chest was deeply sunken, and the breath was stuck in his throat, forcing him like a fish on the shore. He was twitching violently and was on the verge of death at any time.
Then he pinched another crescent moon on the back of his hand, and pinched it particularly deeply, almost making the blood under the skin burst out.
Still a shadow.
This black shadow was competing, although he didn't ask the question - who makes you feel better, me or him?
However, all that was shown was aimed at that problem, and they had to produce a result that was far ahead.
He Songfeng's eyeballs began to tremble uncontrollably. He couldn't control his muscle spasms and twitching, so he had to let his eyelids droop like blinds. The two symmetrical black moles in the middle of his eyelids helped him express his emotions instead of his eyes.
"I don't want it anymore..." He Songfeng's voice rolled out weakly from his nose.
There were traces of water on He Songfeng's thin and shriveled body. His skin was tightly stretched, and the bones under his skin were sharp and pressed against everything, helping He Songfeng to fight against everyone.
He was like a green apple that had fallen to the ground, still covered in wet morning mist. After picking him up, I held him to my mouth and nose, took a bite, and more fresh juice burst out.
The taste is not sweet, but sour and astringent.
It is very impressive, the numbing feeling spreads from the tongue to the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.
During this time, the black shadow did not say a word.
He Songfeng still couldn't tell how many people there were.
One person? Two people? No one?
But the hormones and malicious hostility in the air are twofold, and they are tense and neither side will give in.
The two hands pressing on He Songfeng's belly were fighting openly and secretly, almost trying to break He Songfeng's fragile belly.
"I brought him back."
"He doesn't belong to you."
"He doesn't belong to me, but he doesn't belong to you either!"
…………
"You're getting braver."
“…I’m not afraid of you!”
He Songfeng: "So noisy."
It was rare that the bleak and cold north wind did not cause any trouble on this night. There was almost no sound of wind and it was peaceful and quiet.
There were no stars in the sky, and the moon was half hidden behind clouds, emitting a faint light.
…………
In the morning, Cheng Qiyong's biological clock woke up on time.
But at this moment his body stiffened, and he stared at the empty space between him and Cheng Yiliao in a daze for a long time.
Several times he took out his cell phone and wanted to call He Songfeng to ask why he left, but suddenly he thought that trying to keep her and get her back was not in line with his superior status in this relationship. He had to bite his tongue to swallow the bitterness of stomach acid reflux, pinching the back of his hand and forcing himself to let go.
After leaving the room, Cheng Qiyong asked the nanny when she left.
The nanny replied, "He left shortly after daybreak. I called him but he didn't respond. I don't know where he went."
Cheng Qiyong said "oh" and nothing happened next.
When Cheng Yiliao got up, he rushed out, pointed at Cheng Qiyong, slammed the table and started yelling.
"You woke up so early, why didn't you go get him? What were you doing when you woke up? You just let him go? You don't like him at all, you just enjoy the feeling of snatching things from me! You are so disgusting, Cheng Qiyong, you are the most selfish and the worst one."
Cheng Qiyong glanced up at Cheng Yiliao, who was spinning in circles anxiously, and said calmly and arrogantly, "I'll go get him back? I don't need to coax him. I just need to tighten the chain around his neck, and he'll come to me on his own."
Without any warning, Cheng Yiliao's fist hit Cheng Qiyong in the face.
Cheng Yiliao pointed at him and cursed:
"You are the most selfish and worst one!"
This punch made Cheng Qiyong's eyes widen. The composure he had maintained until now was like a layer of ice exploding, and suddenly -
Cheng Qiyong grabbed Cheng Yiliao's collar and slammed him against the wall, while at the same time punching him hard in the vulnerable abdomen, making his eyeballs pop out.
Cheng Yiliao covered his stomach, his eyes turned blood red, and bloodshot veins were like spider webs.
Cheng Qiyong snorted coldly, "Cheng Yiliao, what is your identity and what is his identity?"
Cheng Yiliao pointed at himself, and his voice rushed out of his throat crisply and loudly:
"What is my identity? I'm just a fucking dog of He Songfeng!"
His finger turned again, pointed at Cheng Qiyong, and pointed sharply:
"Why don't you think about who you are?"
After saying that, Cheng Yiliao rushed to the entrance, swept away the car keys and hurried out the door.
"If you don't look for it, I will."
He Songfeng was not as easy to find as Cheng Yiliao. He suddenly seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. He was not in the library, not in the dormitory, and could not be found anywhere.
Cheng Yiliao looked for him for a long time.
Like a headless fly, he didn't go home and spent the whole day in school looking for any clues about He Songfeng.
The time is approaching the eve of the Chinese New Year.
Jialin City is a place where the foreign population is larger than the local population, so when traditional festivals come, the city becomes a deserted town.
The road is empty, and you can clearly see who has come and who has passed.
So Cheng Yiliao finally caught the shadow of He Songfeng.
His thin arms were wrapped around a stack of information papers in front of his chest. He was only wearing a beige cashmere sweater, which was so loose that it seemed not to be his style. The collar was blown down by the harsh north wind several times, revealing one side of his shoulder, which was round and white, like a lotus root node.
When the north wind touched his shoulder in an obscene manner, he was not in a hurry. He waited until the north wind had touched him enough, and then slowly touched him back.
Every gesture he made carried a touch of indifference that was unconsciously alluring.
He Songfeng's hair had grown longer. He used a light brown hairpin to tie up his long hair on top of his head, revealing a snow-white and smooth neck.
He Songfeng is so beautiful that it is difficult to tell whether she is male or female. It is this kind of beauty that can make Cheng Yiliao recognize her at a glance.
Cheng Yiliao hurriedly chased after him, and just when he was about to collide with him, he became curious about where He Songfeng had been hiding all this time, so he kept a distance and followed behind He Songfeng.
He Songfeng bought some fruits at a fruit shop outside the school. The portion looked like enough for 2-3 people.
While waiting for the clerk to cut the fruit and pack it in boxes, He Songfeng took off the hairpin on the top of his head, gently shook his head to tidy up his hair, then pinched his hair into a bundle with his palm and clipped it back into place.
But there were still a few unruly strands of hair hanging on the back of her neck, which made He Songfeng frown. His white fingers gently swept across the back of her neck, gently lifted it up and put it into the hair on the back of her head.
A gentle atmosphere surrounded He Songfeng with a burst of incense. It was no longer cheap soapy water, but a fusion of musk, ambergris and cashmere wood, mixed with a hint of soapberry scent. It was a lazy tranquility that belonged only to He Songfeng.
Winter becomes soft for him.
I don’t know what the clerk said to He Songfeng, but when He Songfeng took the package, a light smile appeared on his face, which made the clerk’s hand holding the knife tremble and his face red.
Cheng Yiliao couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
But soon, he could no longer laugh, because He Songfeng carried two servings of fruit slices and walked straight into the star-rated hotel next to the school.
What's worse is that the hotel manager seems to be very familiar with He Songfeng.
The hotel manager helped He Songfeng take the information paper and fruit cut bag, walked in front with his waist bent, trying not to look more imposing than He Songfeng, led him into the depths of the hotel, and helped him press the elevator button.
The manager and He Songfeng were talking and laughing. The manager spoke, and He Songfeng laughed.
He Songfeng looks like a spoiled young master.
He could calmly accept the service and flattery of others, as if he was used to it.
While waiting for the elevator, He Songfeng suddenly raised his hand to signal the manager to be quiet.
He turned his head and slowly stared at the road he came from. It was a long corridor with dazzling light projected from above, making all shadows invisible.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
The manager said, "I'll have the kitchen pack your fruit slices and serve them up."
He Songfeng raised his eyes and glanced at him, the smile on his face remained unchanged.
He has become a rude and bad canary, thinking that these things are what the servants should do for him, and he can enjoy them without saying thank you.
The room card scanned the door lock, and after a beep, the manager helped He Songfeng open the door and stood aside.
He Songfeng walked straight in. The manager stopped outside the door, placed the document paper at the entrance, and left quietly after doing all this.
Zhang Hejing, who was sitting in the living room, heard the noise, put down the book in his hand, took off his glasses, walked to He Songfeng, and covered his red neck from the cold.
He Songfeng's pupils dilated, then quickly shrank into a small dot. He stared at Zhang Hejing in shock.
Zhang Hejing was not following him.
Then who was following him downstairs just now?
"What's wrong?"
"nothing."
During this period, He Songfeng stayed in this hotel.
After escaping from Cheng Yiliao's house that day, it was Zhang Hejing who found him and hid him here.
He Songfeng thought he was going to enter a new hell, but nothing he imagined happened.
Zhang Hejing never touched him, not even kissed him, always keeping a just right distance.
Holding hands, linking hands.
Read and study face to face.
An afternoon will pass quietly like this.
After the two of them finished dinner together, Zhang Hejing would leave and arrive again on time the next afternoon.
Don't bring any emotional burden to He Songfeng.
The two of them sat back at the table. Zhang Hejing put on his thick black-framed glasses again. He had already read half of the book in his hand.
Zhang Hejing always dressed casually, a navy blue plaid shirt and a pure black woolen coat. He never paid much attention to appearances.
Also because He Songfeng was there, he pulled the navy blue plaid cuffs out of the jacket sleeves, rolled them up, and wrapped the pure black cuffs of the jacket together, so that the black jacket looked less monotonous.
This is the little thought behind the shy peacock's spread of its tail feathers.
"Your study visa application has been approved." Zhang Hejing said.
He Songfeng didn't notice Zhang Hejing's dress. He turned the written test paper in English to Zhang Hejing's direction, stood up and walked to the opposite side, put one hand on Zhang Hejing's shoulder, and passed the other hand over Zhang Hejing's side and pointed directly at a question.
“I don’t know how to do this question.”
Zhang Hejing raised his eyes high, then turned quietly to the right, staring at the jade-like and tender palm resting on his dull clothes.
Just as He Songfeng was about to look down, Zhang Hejing hurriedly raised his glasses to hide his evil thoughts.
"Let me see."
Zhang Hejing's eyes first fell on He Songfeng's fingers, and then on the question.
Bewildered, Zhang Hejing looked at the long English sentence and read out a piece of unrelated words.
"Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
"Les jours s'en vont je demeure"
He Songfeng asked: "What are you talking about?"
Zhang Hejing replied:
"If you simplify a sentence, the simplified version must also conform to the logical structure of the original sentence. If the original sentence has a transition, it will also have one. As long as the logical structure is consistent, give priority to the 'simpler' option."
"Is there anything else you don't understand?"
"Can you teach me what you just said?"
He Songfeng suddenly moved his fingers to Zhang Hejing's lips, and gently touched them with his cold fingertips, leaving a subtle warmth and coolness.
“It sounds good.”
Under He Songfeng's gaze, Zhang Hejing repeated it.
Her Adam's apple trembled, her lips fiddled with He Songfeng's fingertips, and her breath sprayed on the delicate forearm that He Songfeng hugged.
Before he knew it... He Songfeng was already sitting on Zhang Hejing's lap, and playfully took off the glasses on Zhang Hejing's nose and threw them aside.
"Is it French?"
He Songfeng asked.
"Um."
Zhang Hejing spoke calmly, but his hands were so nervous that he was almost tearing the paper.
"Read it again." He Songfeng leaned forward and leaned completely on Zhang Hejing's chest.
This time, his finger pointed at Zhang Hejing's heart.
Zhang Hejing did as he was told, and this time his lips almost touched He Songfeng's lips.
My heart is beating very fast.
The trembling of his heartbeat penetrated his sternum and skin, and drilled into He Songfeng's fingertips like an electric current, making them numb and tingling.
Everything was initiated by He Songfeng. Zhang Hejing just sat there, reciting a sad love poem.
When he read the last word for the third time, He Songfeng laughed, kissed her open lips openly, and sucked the last word into his throat.
"Keep reading."
He Songfeng pinched Zhang Hejing's heart with one hand and his shoulder with the other.
Finally, Zhang Hejing couldn't bear it any longer.
A powerful hand passed through the hem of He Songfeng's back and went straight up, like the hook of a claw machine, viciously drilling into He Songfeng's spine and controlling him firmly.
"Keep reading."
Zhang Hejing did as he was told.
But the kiss continued.
Every sad word became the fuel for the passionate love between the two.
Zhang Hejing became more and more excited as he read. In the tangled French, he treated He Songfeng as his Mona Lisa and kissed her vague smile deeply.
The hot palm on his back pinched He Songfeng's spine, making his body tremble.
"You only read it yourself and don't teach me."
He Songfeng blames people.
"I'll teach you."
The two people moved some distance apart, about the distance of a finger.
Face to face, noses touching, long eyelashes waving, beckoning the other person to come closer, so close that the eyelashes can fit into the gap between each other.
Zhang Hejing recited a word and moved his lips against He Songfeng's.
He Songfeng repeated it according to the same lip shape change, and the two people's lips were pulled and deformed and paused in the same position.
This kiss lasted for a very long time.
I don't know if they were learning spoken English or kissing techniques, but their lips moved flexibly and their breathing became close to the same frequency.
Everyone knew that if this continued, something more ambiguous and intimate would definitely happen.
But neither of them wanted to escape.
So at this point, Cheng Yiliao kicked the door open and rushed in, helping the two of them to pull back from the edge of the line.
"Sir! You are not allowed to enter here without permission!" A screamed warning came from outside the corridor.
When Cheng Yiliao saw the situation in the living room clearly, his head felt like it was going to explode. The time bomb buried under his skull was beeping dangerously.
"He Songfeng!!!"
Cheng Yiliao roared.
Zhang Hejing stopped moving.
But He Songfeng rubbed Zhang Hejing's chest with unsatisfied desire, humming with sticky lips: "Haha...read this word again."
Zhang Hejing obeyed the order.
Under Cheng Yiliao's gaze, the kiss continued endlessly once again.
The translucent saliva was lingering between the lips and teeth, and the shiny saliva stuck to the two hot bodies, getting closer and closer.
As for Cheng Yiliao, he was left outside and watched all this happen.
Cheng Yiliao took a deep breath, closed the door with his hands behind his back, and then began to yell angrily: "He Songfeng! What are you doing?!"
A palm was suspended in the air, unable to strike or retract, and finally the force of the palm swung out hit Cheng Yiliao's face hard.
With half of his face red and swollen, he came up to He Songfeng, unwillingly held his hand and put it in his arms.
Yet, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely:
"How have I displeased you? Why are you mad at me again? Why are you doing this to me? Why are you being unfaithful to me?!"
Facing Cheng Yiliao's anger, He Songfeng remained indifferent. He sat steadily on Zhang Hejing's legs, even putting his palm on Zhang Hejing's face and gently kneading Zhang Hejing's earlobes with his fingertips.
Zhang Hejing bit He Songfeng's lips with pleasure and repeated the word again.
The lips and teeth trembled, the tip of the tongue licked, and hot breath was exhaled.
Zhang Hejing then understood that this word really made a kiss feel very comfortable.
Cheng Yiliao slammed his fist on the table again, then pulled up the papers on the table and threw them at He Songfeng and Zhang Hejing.
Like colorful strips, like snowflakes, they lightly circled around He Songfeng's body, floating and fluttering.
Instead, it made He Songfeng even more vague and out of reach.
He Songfeng admired Cheng Yiliao's impotent rage with a smile.
"He Songfeng, speak up! Do you find it enjoyable to drive me crazy?"
"Am I not good enough for you? Why are you never satisfied?!"
Cheng Yiliao's anger reached its peak, but there was no height left for his anger to continue to rise.
So the emotions were forced to go back and start to fall.
Cheng Yiliao cried and wailed in pain.
But he did not cover his face, and he had to let He Songfeng see clearly how his tears of pain were bursting out.
I want to use this to awaken He Songfeng's conscience and compassion.
But unfortunately, He Songfeng is not a saint, he has never been one from the beginning to the end.
The compassion and love he showed was always based on the exchange of interests.
He Songfeng smiled, watching the tears falling down, and also watching Cheng Yiliao's body like a dying man, lowering again and again, and finally falling to his knees dejectedly.
He Songfeng laughed even more comfortably, making a giggle, his body trembling, and the hair tied at the back of his head fluttering like glorious feathers.
He Songfeng is more like a beautiful little bird standing on a branch, unsympathetic and emotionless. He can only tilt his head, adjust his feathers, and look down on the ground with an expressionless and condescending look, gazing at the sorrows of spring and autumn.
The beautiful little bird didn't understand any of this and was even happy about the touching cry.
“He Songfeng… He Songfeng… He Songfeng… He Songfeng… He Songfeng… He Songfeng… He Songfeng…”
At the end of his crying, Cheng Yiliao could only shout out the two words "He Songfeng". He kept shouting and shouting, treating He Songfeng as an integral part of his breath, and integrating it into his blood.
He Songfeng finally got tired of being called and said impatiently:
"If you can't accept my debauchery, you can choose to give up."
He Songfeng stepped out of Zhang Hejing's arms, stood firm with Zhang Hejing's support, and pulled up the collar that exposed his shoulders.
One foot stepped on Cheng Yiliao's waist, stepping down straightly as if stepping on a mouse to death.
Cheng Yiliao's breathing suddenly became rapid. His face turned purple from being stepped on, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
At the moment when Cheng Yiliao was in extreme pain, He Songfeng was kind enough to let him go and gave him a kiss on the cheek instead.
He Songfeng whispered three words softly into his ear:
"Get out."
Cheng Yiliao lowered his head——
Unreconciled.
Unwilling to give up He Songfeng.
Even if he couldn't possess it, he couldn't be kicked out by He Songfeng.
Cheng Yiliao immediately understood why Cheng Qiyong turned a blind eye to the many evil deeds he committed.
He also immediately understood why Cheng Qiyong always said he was stupid.
He is indeed stupid. Why does he have to make the relationship fall apart before he understands such a simple thing?
So stupid.
Cheng Yiliao was so stupid that he wanted to slap himself.
Pointing out the fact that He Songfeng was unfaithful would do more harm than good to the relationship.
It’s better to be blind and deaf and pretend nothing happened.
"He Songfeng, I'm leaving now. Please pretend I was never here, and I'll pretend nothing happened."
"We're still the same as before."
He Songfeng retreated to a place half an arm's length away from Cheng Yiliao, stood there with his arms folded, looking indifferent, and even refused to lower his pitiful eyes.
He Songfeng had just opened his mouth, and before he could exhale, Cheng Yiliao stumbled away.
He was too timid to hear the answer from He Songfeng.
He Songfeng's silence is self-deception and acquiescence.
Zhang Hejing stared at Cheng Yiliao's departing back, with the corners of his mouth lowered in displeasure.
He tolerates He Songfeng's debauchery, but that doesn't mean he doesn't blame He Songfeng for his tolerance.
So I tried to find a way to help He Songfeng harden his heart.
He Songfeng lived in the hotel until school started.
Every day is exactly the same, repeating over and over again.
Memorize words, remember grammar, and practice speaking.
Practice questions for the written test and prepare for the interview.
There was no kissing, let alone rolling into bed.
He Songfeng was wholeheartedly preparing for his upcoming study abroad.
Everything is ready, just waiting for the hopeful spring after school starts.
He Songfeng had already decided that the first thing he would do when going abroad was to cut off contact with everyone.
He can work part-time and study part-time. He doesn't want to accept any kindness from these men anymore. He doesn't want to be a disgusting parasitic dodder anymore.
But He Songfeng is not someone who can stand loneliness, and that kind of thing has long become a pastime for He Songfeng after he is tired of studying.
But the target was not Zhang Hejing, but himself.
When Zhang Hejing was not around, He Songfeng would be narcissistic in front of the mirror every night.
He Songfeng was so fascinated by the handsome man in the mirror that he couldn't take his eyes off him. He kissed him all over his body night after night.
They also had to interlock their fingers and keep their chests pressed tightly together.
He Songfeng's body became more and more decadent and gorgeous.
The tiny particles collided with the mirror, rubbing and squeezing the surface until it turned blood red.
The remaining saliva was like lotion. He Songfeng tried to lick it all away, but was confused to find that he could never lick it all away.
He actually played himself very well.
Afterwards, he would still say sweet words to make himself happy.
No one loves He Songfeng more than himself.
The temperature gradually warmed up as the school started. He Songfeng took off his woolen sweater and changed into an ordinary white shirt, a misty blue knitted cardigan vest, and rolled up the cuffs a little above his wrists.
On the night before school started, Zhang Hejing suddenly called He Songfeng and murmured in a drunken tone:
"I'm drunk, can you...can you come pick me up?"
A roar of laughter erupted from the other end of the phone. A strange voice broke into the receiver, laughing clearly:
"Hahahaha—who is Zhang Hejing calling? Keep drinking!"
"I can't drink it anymore. I really can't drink it anymore." Zhang Hejing made a weak refusal.
He Songfeng asked: "Where are you?"
Zhang Hejing gave him the address, which was a bar near Xueyuan Road, not far from He Songfeng.
"good."
He Songfeng hung up the phone.
"Where is Cheng Yiliao?" Zhang Hejing hung up the phone and regained his composure.
The other party replied: "The next room."
"Are you drunk?"
"He wasn't drunk all the time."
Zhang Hejing put away his phone and turned to go into the next room.
Cheng Yiliao was indeed drunk, but it was not surprising that he had been in this unconscious and decadent state for the past half month.
The tears he cried while kneeling that day turned into strong liquor and were drunk by Cheng Yiliao.
"Drink, keep drinking."
Cheng Yiliao held the strong liquor, clinked the cups that were handed to him one by one, and drank them all.
"Hey, I remember you've been pursuing He Songfeng. Did he completely reject you?"
Cheng Yiliao rolled his eyes, "Nonsense."
"He Songfeng? Haha, he's good-looking and has nothing to offer. Everyone knows how he got the place to go abroad for exchange. Sell it!"
The man laughed beside Cheng Yiliao, and the others in the room followed suit.
"You like this kind of person? Master Cheng, you really lower your status."
It is normal for young masters to look down on He Songfeng.
He Songfeng's reputation had long been ruined. Even if the student union spoke out to clarify the matter in the forum, once the news of his filming outside was exposed, no matter whether it was true or not, everyone would only choose the more interesting and vulgar version as reality.
"He's just a salesman. I don't know how many takes he's made, haha."
"Even though she's beautiful, who knows how many people have played with her. Tsk, so dirty."
"Mr. Cheng, you really shouldn't look down on this kind of person, right? Just try it out for a while, why are you falling in love with him?"
Cheng Yiliao's cup bottom hit the table, making an explosion sound, forcing the group of people to shut up.
Zhang Hejing blended into the crowd and added a pointed question:
"So you and He Songfeng are really just playing around?"
The teasing looks from the people around him burned Cheng Yiliao like cigarette butts, burning him till not a single piece of skin was left.
"Yes, I said that He Songfeng and I were just playing around, and when I've had enough fun, I'll throw him away..."
Zhang Hejing hid in the crowd.
Because He Songfeng was standing at the door at that time, he happened to hear the whole cause and effect clearly.
He listened to these people belittling him as useless, and also listened to Cheng Yiliao saying that he wanted to have enough fun with him.
He looked around and didn't find Zhang Hejing. He said calmly, "I've taken the wrong path," and turned away.
Cheng Yiliao didn't know what was going on, but the surroundings suddenly became quiet as if a ghost had seen something.
Cheng Yiliao thought that these people were listening to him carefully, so he read out the rest of his words from the bottom of his heart.
It was like pulling the intestines out of the stomach and washing them painfully in front of everyone.
"But the thing is, I haven't had enough fun, and I don't want to play anymore. I want to be with him. Not the kind of dating, but the kind of marriage. He's certainly not a good person, but I'm not a good person either. I just feel like he and I are a perfect match, a match made in heaven. You have no idea how much I want to keep him by my side. I love him so much that I want to die holding him."
Cheng Yiliao's tears once again couldn't help but squeeze into his eyes. He swallowed the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, and his throat and heart were throbbing with pain, as if they were burned by fire.
But at least the actual pain can break up his emotional blockages.
Finally, someone with a conscience whispered, "He Songfeng just came and left."
“?!”
The cup in Cheng Yiliao's hand fell to the ground with a loud bang.
He had never been so lucid.
…………
He Songfeng looked around briefly but didn't see Zhang Hejing, so he stopped at the door of the bar and prepared to call Zhang Hejing back.
A hand like a knife pinched He Songfeng's wrist and pulled his cell phone down with it.
He Songfeng's gaze followed the phone as it fell down, and he frowned in pain.
The phone's screen separated from the main body, and it was torn into pieces on the spot, as if the skin was torn off the skull.
"Did you hear everything I just said?!"
Cheng Yiliao's head was swollen and painful, and his vocal cords were knotted by the alcohol. He had to recite this sentence several times before he could finish it haltingly.
Also because of long-term alcoholism, Cheng Yiliao was unable to control the tone of his voice, and his words were particularly harsh, as if he was saying something like "I'm going to kill you" in anger.
He Songfeng slowly raised his head, a hollow smile on his face. The eyes of the glass marbles were polished into a frosted texture, and his dark eyes stared silently at the hysterical drunkard in front of him.
He Songfeng pursed his lips and said softly:
"I'll take it off myself, don't touch me."
"What do you mean?!"
Cheng Yiliao couldn't help but roar out again, still with the momentum of "I will kill you", and exhaled fiercely.
"I've had enough fun, how about you?"
The corners of He Songfeng's lips curled up strangely, with a forced smile on his face.
He seemed to have anticipated that Cheng Yiliao would go crazy, so he was prepared in advance, his body tense, his cheek turned to one side, waiting for the heart-wrenching revenge.
Cheng Yiliao's expression was stiff. Just as He Songfeng had imagined, he madly grasped He Songfeng's cheeks tightly with his two alcohol-smelling hands, and slammed him against the wall without a care in the world, trapping him in his arms and making him unable to move.
"He Songfeng, what I'm saying is I fucking love you! I love you——!"
As he roared, tears burst out like a dam breaking.
Tears squeezed into the gap between the two people's skin and flowed down with difficulty, forming two winding rivers, and finally merged and met in the gap between He Songfeng's lips.
He Songfeng inexplicably tasted the bitterness and sorrow of Cheng Yiliao's unrequited love.
What a selfish and unprovoked disaster.
He Songfeng thought.
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The author has something to say: The French poem in the article is excerpted from the poem "Pont Mirabeau" written by French poet Guillaume Apollinaire in 1912.
Chinese translation:
The Seine River flows under the Mirabeau Bridge
Let the night come and the bells ring
Time passes and I am left alone
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