Chapter 71 Chapter 71 Dou Mingxu's male ghost lingers, making...
So this time, He Songfeng's choice is——
He chose to skip the half-hearted reluctance in the middle and jump directly to the ending!
Without any nonsense, He Songfeng swung his arm and punched Dou Mingxu hard in the face.
The uneven finger bones on the back of his hand smashed hard into the flesh of Dou Mingxu's face. He Songfeng could even clearly feel the bones under the skin on the back of his hand, which were dented by He Songfeng.
By the time He Songfeng took his hand away, in just milliseconds, the left side of Dou Mingxu's cheek, where the cheekbone stretched horizontally to the vertical position, was covered with bruises, and even the bridge of his nose was tilted to the other side.
He Songfeng stared at Dou Mingxu coldly.
This punch made Dou Mingxu realize that He Songfeng was not the weak, neither-male nor effeminate person he had imagined. He was a genuine man. With one punch, he could easily make him dizzy.
The punch on the left cheek was telling Dou Mingxu with great force: He Songfeng has strength that is not inferior to anyone, he is not a weak dodder.
“Scum!”
He Songfeng glared at the man in front of him with disgust, rolled up a corner of his clothes and wiped his knuckles roughly.
Just doing this is not enough to vent my anger.
He Songfeng's hard work, persistence and talent all became a joke in Dou Mingxu's eyes.
He regarded all the efforts He Songfeng had made in the past few months as just a cat and mouse game between him and He Songfeng.
It was too much of a disdain and too much of a humiliation to He Songfeng.
Dou Mingxu didn't even take this punch seriously.
He tilted his head back slightly, lowered his hands to hold the blood dripping from his nose, and his eyelids drooped slightly, projecting a provocative smile from his half-closed eyes.
It felt like being scratched by one's own kitten. Not angry, let alone furious.
Sex is greater than pain.
Everything related to He Songfeng was labeled SEX or HOT by Dou Mingxu.
How could He Songfeng not realize this? His hanging hands were still shaking.
He Songfeng quickly scanned the surroundings, but there was nothing he could use to hit Dou Mingxu.
He had no choice but to treat the work badge on the table as a sharp knife and throw it straight at Dou Mingxu.
The work badge spun rapidly in the air, like a thrown dagger.
Snap——
The sharp edge of the acrylic shell cut a straight bloody mark on Dou Mingxu's face, and blood rushed out like a broken dam.
As for what happened to Dou Mingxu later, He Songfeng didn't know. After doing all this, he said three crisp words: "I quit." Then he turned around and left this place of trouble.
Dou Mingxu shouted at him to stop behind him, but he ignored him.
The office door was rudely pushed open and now rudely slammed shut.
The sound of banging on the door shook the entire office, even the trophy on the display stand was moved a few millimeters.
Now, Dou Mingxu couldn't laugh anymore.
He pressed his hand on the wound under his eye, watching a straight stream of red water slowly flowing down against his fingertips.
There was always a stack of brand new plans on his desk, with only Dou Mingxu's signature on them. There was no person in charge, only a topic.
He originally intended this plan for He Songfeng.
In his mind, he would first suppress He Songfeng and force him to bow to him. Then, as long as He Songfeng sat on his lap and put his arms around his neck, he would not have to say anything, but just give him a kiss and say a few words to act coquettishly.
Dou Mingxu would hand this plan to He Songfeng and willingly become the step for He Songfeng to move up.
All he wanted was He Songfeng to bow down for him.
All he wanted was to have the upper hand in this relationship where their status, rights and values were completely mismatched. He wanted to be the winner and wanted He Songfeng to be his queen.
Dou Mingxu’s favorite type has always been very obvious.
He was attracted to women of the Yamato Nadeshiko type, gentle and family-oriented, yet also possessing a certain flirtatious nature, the so-called "holy prostitute in one."
Dou Mingxu had seen how He Songfeng tried to please him, and it perfectly suited Dou Mingxu's preferences.
It’s just that the current He Songfeng is somewhat different from the image of He Songfeng that Dou Mingxu wanted.
Being too independent and arrogant made Dou Mingxu feel out of control.
So Dou Mingxu became obsessed and always wanted to force He Songfeng into that character again and serve him wholeheartedly.
But what Dou Mingxu didn't expect was that He Songfeng could be so stubborn.
Just leave without any regrets.
He doesn't want any financial power.
He Songfeng's work badge fell to the ground with a "bang".
Dou Mingxu looked down and saw that a corner of the acrylic protective case was completely stained pink, which was the mark of blood.
The headshot of He Songfeng on his work badge showed him smiling calmly, looking straight ahead, as if he was laughing at Dou Mingxu's joke.
Dou Mingxu won as he wished.
In this emotional tug-of-war between you and me, the ultimate winner is Dou Mingxu.
He used a tiny bit of power that slipped through his fingers to force He Songfeng to come to him to the greatest extent possible, and forced He Songfeng to give up all his previous efforts and make a decision that would not benefit him at all.
Did Dou Mingxu really win?
But he didn't feel the slightest bit of victory.
He even wondered why love must have a winner and a loser?
Dou Mingxu spent a little time treating the wound, and Dou Mingxu knew that he only had this little time.
If it's any longer, He Songfeng will disappear without a trace and it will be difficult to recover.
By the time Dou Mingxu reached He Songfeng's workstation, everything had been tidied away. Not in the usual sense of the word, but rather, the desk was completely bare, not even a piece of paper or pen. It was as white as the ceiling above, devoid of any substance.
Dou Mingxu's heart tightened, thinking that He Songfeng couldn't possibly leave so soon. He turned around and asked the person next to him: "Is he gone? Why did he take all his things?"
The man paused, thought for half a second, and answered seriously, "I'm not sure if he left, but Angel's desk has always been like this, with nothing on it. I remember someone asked him how he kept it so tidy, and his answer was, 'He doesn't have anything that belongs to him.'"
He Songfeng has nothing that belongs to him.
For no reason, Dou Mingxu felt something twist in his heart.
Maybe it was a pair of pliers, otherwise why would it be that after the pain of twisting disappeared, that piece of flesh seemed to be pinched off alive, leaving an extremely empty gap.
There is still a chance, maybe he just went back to the dormitory, Dou Mingxu thought.
Dou Mingxu immediately drove and rushed to the intern dormitory apartment where He Songfeng was staying as quickly as possible.
He quickly found the floor and house number of He Songfeng's room.
Boom boom boom——!
Dou Mingxu knocked on the door.
Boom boom boom——!!
This time, Dou Mingxu knocked on the door much harder. The sound of his palms slapping the door almost sounded like a cry for help from the fragile door.
The soles of Dou Mingxu's shoes began to tap the ground restlessly.
“Boom boom boom boom boom boom—!!!”
Dou Mingxu was like a madman, clapping without any rhythm. The sound he made was like a drill bit drilling through stone at a construction site, continuous, disordered, and crazy, like the unwilling breath of a dying man being infinitely stretched out.
The door trembled even more violently, and it was visibly dented in the middle by Dou Mingxu's slap. A deep, dark gap suddenly appeared between the door frame and the door, which had previously been a tight seal.
The room remained silent.
But quietness has always been He Songfeng's strongest subject, so Dou Mingxu had no way of telling whether there was no one inside or He Songfeng was hiding inside and refused to make a sound.
"He Songfeng" - has become the carrot dangling in front of the stubborn Dou Mingxu. He could have given up and left every time the door rang but no one responded, but he was obsessed with fantasy and stubbornly believed that as long as he opened the door in front of him, everything would be fine.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
The security guard who was patrolling nearby heard the noise and came forward to scold him.
When he realized it was Mr. Lambert, he immediately changed the subject and asked gently, "What are you doing here?"
Dou Mingxu pointed at the dilapidated door in front of him and said, "Open it."
The security guard did not dare to delay and immediately called the apartment manager.
While waiting for the manager to arrive with the key, Dou Mingxu raised his hand, inserted his five fingers into the hairline on his forehead, and pushed it back. He anxiously combed his hair into a slicked-back style, and impatiently fiddled with the hair on top of his head back and forth, making his hands sweat.
With the sound of the key jingling, the door lock was unlocked with a click.
But the door didn't open. The security guard on the left and the apartment manager on the right all looked at Dou Mingxu's gloomy face and said repeatedly, "The door is open, please feel free."
As they spoke, the two men stood guard there, not moving a muscle to avoid getting into trouble.
Dou Mingxu reached out his hand, hovering just a knuckle away from the door handle.
Dou Mingxu's hands were shaking.
When the door was not opened, his mind was full of thoughts: I just want to open the door, then I can see him.
Now that the door was open, he began to struggle with anxiety.
The door opened. What if I didn't see him? Or if I did see him, what should I say? Say I was wrong? But if he took the initiative to give in, he would get what he wanted, and I would get what I wanted. Obviously, neither of us was wrong.
The half-open door is now the best proof of Schrödinger's cat principle.
As long as the door is not opened, He Songfeng will always exist in this small room in Dou Mingxu's heart. He may be trembling, or he may be afraid and uneasy, but he must be there.
But once the door is opened, the empty room will be filled with countless uncertain possibilities.
Yes, the room is empty.
Because the door was eventually blown open by the wind.
Dou Mingxu stood in the door frame, taking in the entire empty room.
The room where He Songfeng lived was exactly the same as his desk. It was so clean that it seemed as if no one had ever been there. Apart from a few pieces of clothes he often wore, there was nothing here that belonged to He Songfeng.
In the room, a huge wardrobe stood, with its two doors tightly closed.
It seemed as if the wind was blowing in from outside the door. I could hear the trembling sound inside the closet, and even the nuts at the connection of the cabinet door were making uneasy creaking sounds.
It seems like there is really someone hiding in here.
At this moment, the man was even peeking at every move outside the closet through the tiny gap between the closet doors with extreme fear.
Dou Mingxu stared sharply at the dark crack in the door, as if he was catching He Songfeng's frightened deer eyes.
He rushed to the wardrobe like a drowned dog that had grabbed a lifeline.
The wardrobe seemed to tremble slightly at his arrival.
This time, Dou Mingxu stretched out his hand without any further thought. He simply swiped the two doors in front of him and opened them.
“…………”
The two windbreakers with dust covers fluttered gently against each other, making a rustling sound. The sound Dou Mingxu heard just now was made by these two windbreakers.
As for what's in the closet? Nothing.
There was no He Songfeng, not even a strand of He Songfeng's hair.
Dou Mingxu didn't believe it. He turned around and saw a new target - under the bed.
Then the curtains, and then...
there is none left.
Dou Mingxu stood in the middle of the room. For a moment, he felt that his hands and feet were not his own, and he had an extremely strange sense of dissociation.
Dou Mingxu started calling and texting He Songfeng.
He held the phone and waited in the room for a long time.
But He Songfeng's cell phone was turned off, so it was impossible for him to reply to the text message.
He Songfeng seemed to have disappeared from the world, leaving Dou Mingxu no clues to catch up and make amends.
But in fact, He Songfeng is very happy at this moment.
Because he always felt that he didn't belong to the things around him, he didn't take anything with him when he left. He only took his Mac Pro and the handbag.
Those expensive clothes and jewelry did not belong to him, so naturally he would not take them with him when he left.
After He Songfeng left Dou Mingxu, thinking that he had nowhere to go, he simply turned back to Ivander.
Although he had said to Evander not long ago that he hated him, He Songfeng had to admit that he had a family-like dependence and trust in Evander.
It is true that He Songfeng does not love Ivander, but it is also true that he trusts and relies on Ivander.
After hearing the knock on the door, Evander came to open it soon.
An extremely rich and hot smell of tomato and beef brisket came out from behind Evander and crashed into He Songfeng's arms.
Evander was holding a palm-sized soup spoon in his left hand and was wearing a dark blue apron with the hem stained with clean water.
Fat Kitty stopped at the door and meowed.
Before Ivander and He Songfeng could say anything, a burst of noisy children's laughter came from the house.
At the same time, a mature female voice was calling Evander's name.
He Songfeng saw, heard, and smelled this scene. His throat tightened and he asked nervously in a low voice: "Am I disturbing you?"
He Songfeng turned to leave when a childish female voice called out from the gap between Evander and the door frame: "Uncle Evander! He looks just like the guy you drew! He's so beautiful!"
Immediately afterwards, a pair of tender little hands grabbed He Songfeng's wrists, and they kept He Songfeng there regardless of anything, and then dragged him into the room.
At this time, after hearing the little girl's voice, several heads popped out of the house and stared at He Songfeng's profile outside the door.
Those people looked at Evander's dazed look and urged anxiously:
"Evander, say something! Keep him here!"
Evander urged He Songfeng and extended his hand, "Stay and have dinner with us."
It’s not that Ivander doesn’t like He Songfeng anymore, it’s just that his inferiority complex is at work. He is covered from head to toe by an invisible piece of paper, and on that piece of paper is written in black and white: "I hate you."
He Songfeng asked: "Can I?"
Evander nodded.
"Yeah!"
The little girl hugged He Songfeng even tighter and led him into the house, laughing as she walked: "Brother, you are so beautiful! You are many times more beautiful than the painting that Uncle Evander drew."
Kitty walked close to He Songfeng's footsteps and deliberately hooked He Songfeng's legs with her tail.
"painting?"
The little girl spoke without restraint and answered whatever was asked: "Yes! There is a painting of you in Uncle Evander's bedroom!"
Evander's face flushed red, and his hand holding the spoon trembled like it was sifting chaff.
Fortunately, someone called his name in the kitchen, and Evander found an excuse and quickly escaped.
Evander's house had no living room, so he decorated his living room as a studio, and everyone sat among the painting materials and drawing boards.
Children must like good-looking people. After he held He Songfeng's hand, he had other people in his eyes and introduced everyone present to He Songfeng very diligently.
"Wee~ Uncle Evander's birthday family party~ This is my dad, that's my mommy, and this is my Aunt Catherine."
The tender little fingers pointed here and poked there, and finally set their eyes on He Songfeng's face.
"You can call me Barbara."
He Songfeng politely greeted the people present and almost got to know Evander's family members. Evander had an older brother and a younger sister, and his parents were busy in the kitchen.
"Barbara."
"Uh-huh!"
Barbara asked, "What about you? What's your name?"
He Songfeng thought about it.
He wanted the child to pronounce his Chinese name, which was really a challenge, so the word "Angel" was on the verge of coming out.
"He Songfeng." Evander answered for Barbara.
At this time, a middle-aged woman and a man came out of the kitchen carrying various Italian dishes and called everyone to come to the restaurant.
The conversation was interrupted. Barbara moved her mouth back and forth, pronouncing the word "He Songfeng" several times in a weird way, which finally became "Ha zoon".
Evander's sister quickly held down Kitty, the greedy cat who was about to take off, and cruelly locked her in the room amid Kitty's heartbreaking screams. She didn't calm down until her own bowl of food was full.
"Dad, Mom, this is He Songfeng. He's an outstanding student majoring in art history at my school."
When Evander introduced He Songfeng to his parents, his face was still as red as before, and his sister teased him about it. He immediately retorted sternly, "It's the excessive heat and steam from cooking that made my face red."
Catherine laughed.
Since Evander was being stubborn, Catherine simply helped her brother to remove the veil. "Mom and Dad, there's a portrait of him in his room. It's of him sleeping drunk."
He Songfeng was so nervous that he forgot to breathe. His body was as tense as a stretched string, and it seemed that it would break soon.
He Songfeng subconsciously believed that the feelings between men were a secret that absolutely could not be told.
It is a taboo that cannot be told to parents.
Otherwise, why did he want to come out to his ex-boyfriend's parents so much, but was repeatedly evaded?
When Ivander's parents heard their child say this, their facial features widened in surprise, and their already high admiration for He Songfeng became even more exaggerated.
"So, what is your relationship with Evander?"
asked Evander's brother.
Facing the gazes of everyone at the table, He Songfeng was extremely nervous and managed to utter a short word: "Friends?"
"Oh... poor Evander."
The young people at the table all sighed with regret, lamenting Evander's unrequited love.
Evander's mother quickly added, her rough but warm palm covering the back of He Songfeng's hand, and whispered:
"So what do you think of Evander? He's actually a very nice person. Don't be fooled by his sullen face and his corny and boring words. He's a really nice and kind person."
He Songfeng was surprised.
It turned out that the sense of recognition he wanted was so easy to get.
It turns out that you don’t have to put it off year after year to get an identity.
He Songfeng envied Ivander so much and envied everything he had.
He is a healthy and sound person, and has what He Songfeng considers to be the most perfect family. He also has a skill of his own and is a senior professor at the university who is respected and praised by everyone.
How could He Songfeng not be envious? He was even jealous.
A sour and despicable feeling grew in my heart, causing waves of pain.
He Songfeng was like a rat crossing the street that was driven into a corner by the light. He was panicked and terrified. The cognition he had twenty-five years ago was easily overturned at this moment.
"Look...why not give him a chance?"
Evander's father also helped him.
Then the mother immediately defended He Songfeng and patted the back of his hand gently with the hand covering it. "We are just making suggestions, hahahahaha, don't take it too seriously."
Immediately afterwards, a warm hug came to He Songfeng without warning.
It was the middle-aged woman who looked a little fat and had a very Italian rustic air, who held He Songfeng tightly in her arms.
"I'm glad you're willing to attend Evander's birthday family gathering. In Italy, that means you're willing to join our family."
He Songfeng felt soft-hearted and warm after hearing this.
Ivander's family was not some inaccessible, educated family. In fact, there was a smell of the earthy Italian countryside everywhere, which greatly increased He Songfeng's desire for family affection.
He Songfeng had never felt the love of family, and he never expected it.
But now he was thinking that if he had a mother who loved him very much, he would definitely be hugged so tightly.
He Songfeng took the initiative to hug Ivander's mother back.
Barbara, who was sitting next to He Songfeng, immediately came over and opened her arms to hug her favorite handsome uncle at the moment.
His mother told him earnestly, "You are too thin. You need to eat more, okay?"
He Songfeng nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth began to rise.
Ivander's mother pressed her hand heavily on He Songfeng's ribs.
He Songfeng didn't feel any pain, but rather felt particularly warm. He didn't try to hide, but smiled and enjoyed this motherly love that didn't belong to him.
While using his hands to measure the thickness of He Songfeng's body, Evander complained, "I really deserve it that Evander doesn't get your love. He doesn't know how to treat you better, nor does he know how to invite you to dinner every day. Seeing you so thin, it's really heartbreaking."
"Where are your parents? Are they here?"
He Songfeng was stunned, his smile disappeared, and he shook his head.
Just as Evander's father was about to speak, He Songfeng immediately added:
"I don't have any parents."
“…………”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent, including Evander. Even Evander didn't know about this.
Ivander's mother once again held him in her arms, hugged him warmly, and stroked his head gently.
No words.
But soon, Barbara hugged He Songfeng tightly and acted coquettishly: "I like uncle, I hope uncle and Uncle Evander will get married, so that we can be a family!"
Barbara's mother screamed "Ah!" and went forward to carry Barbara away.
Evander's face was as red as the red light on the traffic light that never went out.
"Actually...we can still be a family without getting married."
"Barbara likes you very much," Evander said.
Barbara's mother immediately laughed out loud:
"Hey...are you sure it's Barbara who likes him? Isn't it you who likes him?"
Everyone burst into laughter at the same time. Evander stuttered for a long time and simply stopped explaining. He looked at He Songfeng with a helpless smile.
Amidst the laughter and joy, the tragic fact that He Songfeng was an orphan was quickly covered by warmth.
He Songfeng began to be cared for and looked after by Ivander's family at all times. The voices of praise rang out from his left ear to his right ear at the same time, praising him for being smart, handsome and sensible.
From this moment on, they are a family.
They said that from now on, whenever He Songfeng needed his family's support, they would be there at any time.
At the same time, they were worried that their excessive enthusiasm would put pressure on He Songfeng, so they immediately found a perfect excuse for these words, which was - for Ivander's feelings.
He Songfeng spent the whole night laughing.
Because there are so many family members in Ivander, you can hear chattering everywhere in the room. There is no quiet place for He Songfeng to feel his loneliness and depression.
Time turned to the time of returning home late at night. When Evander's parents and Evander's brothers and sisters left, He Songfeng stayed and stood by Evander's side.
He seemed to be standing in the position of Evander's wife, accompanying her husband to say goodbye to his family members one by one, and together they brought an end to the warmth of the whole night.
During the greetings, He Songfeng suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Why...are you so enthusiastic towards me?"
Several men and women exchanged glances, but they were not thinking about how to lie. They were trying to identify a person to take charge and express their shared views on their behalf.
This person is Evander's mother, and she said:
"Evander has never liked anyone before. You are his first. So our whole family thinks you must be a very good person. You are worthy. We believe in you, not only Evander, but you as well."
He Songfeng became even more jealous of Evander.
His family was so dazzling that it treated He Songfeng like a piece of plastic paper in a microwave, burning and melting, completely losing its shape.
"Uncle Hasoon, see you next time~ Hey, Mom, tomorrow I'm going to brag to Ann that I have a super handsome uncle! If she doesn't believe me then you two have to be my witnesses! Uncle Hasoon is really handsome."
Hasoon is the exclusive name given to He Songfeng by Barbara because she couldn't understand the Chinese pronunciation of his name.
Soon this name became the family's exclusive nickname for He Songfeng, and it sounded like a pet name in a doting manner.
The people at the door soon left, and the only people left in the room were He Songfeng and Yivander standing at the door.
He Songfeng watched the last person disappear at the corner of the stairs, then turned and went into the house.
Evander closed the door and followed.
Directly opposite the door is another door.
The cat's eye on the door was pitch black, not allowing even a ray of light to penetrate.
At this moment, an extremely dark eye was pressed against the cat's eye, like a ghost, staring at He Songfeng across the door with an expressionless face.
The peeping man's phone rang, and Dou Mingxu's questioning voice rang out from his phone:
"Did He Songfeng come to see you?"
Samuel stared at He Songfeng's figure, which had just disappeared from his peripheral vision. He replied, "Not with me." Then he changed the subject and added, "Have you looked for Evander?"
"What?" Dou Mingxu didn't understand.
Dou Mingxu-Samuel Evander.
Samuel was the one in the middle. He had caught both parties having affairs, but unfortunately, he was not able to win the favor of He Songfeng in either of them.
"He Songfeng has no friends in this city. He has only been in contact with you, me, and him."
Samuel's eyes were still fixed on the door opposite, but he moved his eyes downwards and saw a small pool of warm yellow light leaking out from under the crack of the other door.
His voice was soft and full of temptation:
"Perhaps he is sleeping with Evander."
"I see."
The phone was hung up.
Samuel smiled.
But he still didn't take his eyes away from the peephole. He was still staring at a tightly closed door, staring and staring.
Like crazy, sick, obsessed.
…………
Across the door, Evander was asking He Songfeng about his well-being: "Did I make you feel uncomfortable tonight? I'm sorry."
He Songfeng shook his head and replied, "I should be the one to apologize for interrupting your family dinner."
He Songfeng walked towards the restaurant, and Ivander continued to follow closely.
The whole house was in a mess, as if it had been swept by a storm, and was waiting for someone to clean it up.
At this moment, Kitty, who was locked in the room and neglected, let out a startling roar.
He Songfeng quickly turned around and ran towards Kitty. He had just opened the door a little when Kitty rushed out.
"Also, happy birthday, I don't have any presents."
"I'm already very happy that you're here."
And the door was still opening.
Evander was nervous, but he didn't stop. He was looking forward to it.
Until the painting placed by the door appeared in front of He Songfeng.
It was the last time in He Songfeng's apartment, when the two of them and the cat curled up on the sofa and fell asleep after drinking.
However, the scene of Evander was intercepted and not drawn. There was only Kitty, who was still a small ball at that time, and He Songfeng, whose face was peaceful and calm in his sleep.
The atmosphere is dominated by a cool blue hue. Evander doesn't emphasize recreating He Songfeng's beauty, even deliberately blurring her features with messy brushstrokes. He chooses to use large brushstrokes to depict the heavy rain behind him, the mess on the table, and the deep blue, lonely apartment.
And the traces of tears left under Sleeping Beauty's eyes.
The tear actually dripped from Ivander's eyes, but it perfectly highlighted He Songfeng's melancholy.
Everything is blue, sad and full of loneliness.
Ivander has his paintbrush, but he does not just focus on the gorgeous appearance of He Songfeng, he pays more attention to He Songfeng's inner heart at that time.
His heart was like a mirror, exposing the despicable He Songfeng.
He Songfeng turned his head away, nudged Evander, and said angrily, "Slippery tongue."
Evander was stunned and stood there, standing straight.
He Songfeng pointed at the painting and said, "Please move this painting out. It's quite beautiful. Put it under the light so I can take a good look at it."
"good."
"I'll go clear the dining room table."
"No, wait for me." Evander refused without hesitation.
He Songfeng asked him: "Aren't we a family?"
"…………Yeah?"
Evander asked in disbelief, but soon realized that those two words were pushing people away, and nodded quickly: "Yes, we are a family."
He Songfeng smiled and tiptoed, leaving a warm kiss on Evander's cheek.
The kiss lasted very briefly, barely a second.
Ivander's soul completely drifted away with He Songfeng's kiss, his heart pounding wildly, disordered and out of control.
The sound of dishes being cleared away rang out in the restaurant, and Evander suddenly woke up and remembered what He Songfeng had just instructed him to do. He quickly picked up the picture frame and walked out.
After Evander finished dealing with the painting, he came to He Songfeng as quickly as possible. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, with four hands buried in the sink, tacitly rinsing the dishes one by one.
"Do you still hate me?"
Evander asked nervously, so nervous that he didn't hold the plate - fortunately He Songfeng was quick to catch it, but the distance between the two was shortened to an unprecedented level.
"I don't hate you, I never hated you, I just hate myself..."
He Songfeng spoke his mind without hiding anything. He really considered himself a member of Ivander's family.
At this moment, by saying this, He Songfeng was clearly asking for emotional value from Evander.
At this moment, the two people's hands were pressed together. Ivander was an active person, so he took the initiative to hold He Songfeng's hand, which did not let go, and interlocked their fingers, burying them in the sweet lemon-scented bubble water.
"Don't hate yourself. You are a very lovable person. I like you."
He Songfeng laughed, a chuckle.
Evander looked confused and panicked, thinking that he had said something wrong.
He Songfeng scooped up a handful of foam with his other hand and rubbed it on Evander's nose, smiling coquettishly, "After not seeing you for a few days, 'I love you' has been downgraded to 'I like you'? You're going too far."
He Songfeng's eyes were fixed on Evander.
He knew Evander would tell him, so he waited.
Ivander is his most innocent puppy, always putting He Songfeng first and doing everything for him.
"I love..."
He Songfeng's phone rang at an inopportune time. It was an unfamiliar number.
The bubbling water in the sink was broken, and the still water was stirred into a whirlpool.
"Who?"
A sinister voice came from the receiver: "Angel, where are you?"
He Songfeng recognized it as Dou Mingxu.
Without He Songfeng saying anything, Dou Mingxu continued to speak: "I miss you, I want to see you."
He exhaled a long breath, and the sound of hanging himself circled around He Songfeng's neck from left to right.
He Songfeng still didn't need to speak, Dou Mingxu continued:
"Or you can come see me."
He Songfeng exhaled coldly, "I'm going to sleep."
In fact, He Songfeng didn't need to say anything at all, because the ending of this conversation would only be -
"Open the door."
Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap——!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The knocking on the door came without warning, it was rapid and without rhythm, making one's heart race and their hair stand on end.
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The author has something to say: Evander will never mutate.
His family, life and character are all kind and upright. His only stain (in his opinion) is that he felt that he seduced He Songfeng with his identity as a professor in that oil painting class, and used the imbalance in status between teacher and student to induce He Songfeng to misunderstand admiration for love, which started this immoral relationship.
Actually, that class was just He Songfeng's way of teasing him out of boredom [Let me see]
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