Chapter 5 Chapter 5 It doesn't matter who I sell it to.
The phone didn't stop ringing because no one answered it. Instead, it vibrated more and more violently, and the phone began to shake uncomfortably like an earthquake.
He Songfeng looked at it.
Zhao Jieyi was so frightened that cold sweat poured down his back and his palms were cold.
Eventually, the call was disconnected and the phone completely lost its balance.
With a bang, it fell on the table, with the lit screen facing upwards.
The phone call caused the camera to pause, and the phone took the initiative to start playing the recorded video for the owner.
The silent air seemed to be in disarray as time went by, and the conversation between the two people half a minute ago could be heard.
"My dear, my dear——"
This sentence is particularly absurd when replayed at this moment.
He Songfeng walked forward, but Zhao Jie took the phone away first, and put his fingers on the screen, trying to hide the thin, snow-white figure on the screen.
He Songfeng lowered his gaze, then calmly raised it to Zhao Jieyi's face.
"You..." He Songfeng opened his thin lips slightly.
Before he could finish the rest of his words, he heard Zhao Jieyi's voice like thunder, exploding on his own: "No! I don't!"
So He Songfeng's question naturally turned into an affirmative sentence.
"You're filming me."
"I didn't take any secret photos. It wasn't a candid photo! The phone was right there, I didn't hide it."
Zhao Jie kept refuting, and the hand holding the phone turned red. Several fingers turned red at the same time due to lack of oxygen and congestion, just like his face.
“…………”
He Songfeng raised his hand to cover his lips and let out a soft "huh".
Zhao Jie took out his cell phone, grabbed He Songfeng's hand, and pulled out the delete key in front of He Songfeng.
"If you don't want me to, I won't film it."
He Songfeng raised his hand and swatted away the approaching black shadow, like swatting a mosquito, "Don't touch me."
He Songfeng held his palm upwards and held it straight in front of Zhao Jieyi: "Give me the phone, I'll delete it myself."
"Okay." Zhao Jie agreed readily, slapping his phone against He Songfeng's palm and humming nonchalantly, "Are you satisfied? Can we continue?"
He Songfeng held the phone in both hands, carefully but clumsily checking what he thought was wrong.
He tapped the screen with two fingers in a hurry, but in the end he couldn't even find the place to delete the video. Only Zhao Jie saw his embarrassment and reached out to tap the screen twice.
"Yes, I deleted it."
"Um."
He Songfeng returned the phone to Zhao Jieyi.
Zhao Jie immediately grabbed He Songfeng's wrist and pulled him away forcefully.
"Good boy, my good boy." Zhao Jie took a deep breath and shouted repeatedly. He was like a big caterpillar.
He Songfeng felt a strong sense of nausea when he was pushed by the humanoid insect.
He found that he couldn't put his arm around Zhao Jieyi's shoulders and be affectionate with him and say sweet words to him.
This is an unprecedented disgust, no less disgusting than discovering that the lover you sleep in bed with has suddenly turned into a deformed maggot.
He Songfeng recalled the experience when he was a child of carefully fishing out a tadpole from a creek and taking good care of it as if it were a treasure. However, one day, it suddenly underwent a metamorphosis and became a toad.
That feeling of disbelief is something I will never forget in my life.
He Songfeng wanted to persuade himself to let it go and just do it like before.
But he couldn't do it.
"Zhao Jieyi, I'm sleepy."
He Songfeng chose to escape. He pushed Zhao Jie away with all his strength, sat up, moved to the edge of the bed and put on his clothes.
When Zhao Jie saw him like this, his red face suddenly cracked like burnt paper.
"What's the meaning?!"
"I have classes tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep first."
He Songfeng restrained himself and maintained his composure, his face calm, his voice as soft as ever, without a single harsh word.
He sat there, as motionless as a tree.
In the face of Zhao Jie's furious questioning, he remained silent.
There was a long silence.
Zhao Jieyi's anger was poured cold water by the cold treatment. He knew that he was in the wrong, so after getting angry, he immediately stuck to He Songfeng with a shameless face. He carefully picked up He Songfeng's ten fingers like bamboo, held them in his palms, and brought them to his lips, kissing and trying to please him as much as he could.
"I didn't take any secret photos. If you're upset, didn't I delete them as you asked? Why are you still angry? Be good."
He Songfeng's eyes moved slowly from side to side twice, then lowered and half-closed. The black mole was exposed coldly, motionless as if dead.
No trembling, no extra emotions, just floating there.
"It's really not a candid video. Think about it, you have to go back to school tomorrow to stay in the dormitory, and I have to wait until the weekend to kiss you. How can I bear the loneliness for so long? I just want to record it and watch it for myself!"
The black mole on He Songfeng's eyelid trembled twice, and Zhao Jie knew that He Songfeng had softened his heart and was hesitating in his heart.
"If I don't do this, do you want me to go out and find a prostitute?" Zhao Jie said seriously: "You have to understand me."
He Songfeng put his hand on Zhao Jieyi's arm and gently advised: "Jieyi, I'm really tired. I don't want to do it."
Zhao Jieyi's head buzzed and his face turned red again.
The video was deleted, and an apology and a concession were made.
It's a bit shameless.
"Since you have classes tomorrow, you should go back to school."
Zhao Jie changed into a different person. He walked away from He Songfeng, picked up the luggage on the ground, opened the door and threw it out. Then he grabbed He Songfeng's neck, forcibly lifted him up and threw him away.
He Songfeng was thrown out the door by the other party in a simple and rough manner, just like throwing garbage.
If he doesn't accompany her during sex and doesn't obey in everything, then he is just garbage in that person's eyes.
"Are you sending me away?"
Zhao Jie spread his hands and said frankly: "I didn't, you said it yourself. You have classes tomorrow, so why don't you just go back to school tonight?"
He Songfeng stopped talking, his hands clenched on either side of his T-shirt. He clenched them so tightly that his finger bones bulged outward, and the cyan veins on his hands clung like a spider web around them.
But his face remained calm, and he looked at Zhao Jie blankly with an emotionless expression.
Zhao Jieyi's hand was suspended in the air, clearly pointing at someone, but it was like he was slapping He Songfeng in the face from a distance.
"If you don't want to leave, think carefully about what you need to do and what you need to say to stay."
He showed people a clear way and then slammed the door shut angrily.
He Songfeng was left alone in the corridor, with only a bleak and elongated shadow in the gray light.
A person, in a strange city, was carrying a bag of dingling sugarcane wrapped in a plastic bag.
He Songfeng remembered the night his father died. He was in the same situation, standing in the mud with a pile of rags, not knowing where to go.
It was very cold at night, and the wind blew through his body from head to toe, inside and out, even to his bones.
The lights in the corridor dimmed as time went by. The gray night was like a quagmire, wrapped in a chill, hugging He Songfeng from behind.
His slender neck, his tense palms, his fragile ankles were all maliciously humiliated by the cold wind.
His thin and gaunt figure was like a withered lotus, and his limbs were stiffly swaying, as if they would be broken or snapped at any moment by the fierce wind.
Zhao Jie peeked through the cat's eye, then looked away, crossed his arms, and was ready to enjoy He Songfeng's humble begging for mercy.
In this way, people will be disciplined and profitable videos can be filmed.
Killing three birds with one stone, Zhao Jieyi even started to chuckle.
Time passed minute by minute, but the knock on the door and apology that Zhao Jieyi wanted did not come.
It was so quiet, so quiet that it seemed as if the person outside didn't exist.
“No way… No way…”
Zhao Jie muttered to himself in panic, rushed to the door in a panic, and kicked it open.
Yes.
Just as he worried, there was no one outside the door and He Songfeng had already left.
"He Songfeng? Guaiguai? Fengfeng? Baby? Wife?"
Zhao Jieyi was just like Ke Yun who lost her child. He suddenly went crazy and jumped up two floors and then down two floors.
He did not give up and quickly took the elevator downstairs. He shone the flashlight on the faces of passers-by and did not miss any corner where people could hide.
Zhao Jie stood downstairs and dialed He Songfeng's phone number breathlessly.
"Dear, it's all my fault. I apologize to you. Can you forgive me?"
Before he could finish his words, he heard a strange male voice suddenly come out from the other end of the phone:
"Give me a price."
Zhao Jie felt like he was struck by lightning, scorched from head to toe. A surge of rage rushed out of his throat, and his voice was like a spitting fire: "Who is talking to you? What are you doing? He Songfeng, you want to die, right? Speak!"
He Songfeng frowned and put the phone away, "I have something to do now."
"What's wrong with you? What can you possibly do?" Zhao Jieyi's voice jumped up in anger, just like his body. After his hysterical roar ended, he wiped the hot sweat from his face and pleaded in the most impolite tone:
"Good boy, come back quickly. I'm sorry. It was all my fault just now. I beg you not to do this kind of thing outside!"
Zhao Jie put one hand on his waist and paced back and forth, breathing heavily from his chest, with beads of sweat rolling down his face.
"Did you hear that?"
“…………”
He Songfeng was silent for a while.
"Let's talk later."
This was his answer to Zhao Jieyi, an agreement without a time limit.
Zhao Jieyi could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger, asking bitterly and unwillingly: "Say it again? When will you say it?"
"Beep-beep-the number you dialed is turned off."
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