Chapter 8:

Running out of Song Juhan's house, why is it a bit untenable.
Fortunately, there was no one at night, otherwise he looked ugly with his pants on.
He ran back into the car in a daunting manner, and eagerly started the car and drove towards the house.
Driving halfway, he suddenly remembered that the car was given to him by Song Juhan. Suddenly there was a surge in his stomach, he slammed the steering wheel, and braked the car to the side of the road.
He leaned wearily against the back of his chair and closed his eyes slowly.
In the past six years, Song Juhan has not been bad for him. Houses, cars, precious gifts separated by three cents, and red envelopes for the festive seasons are all the same. When he is in a good mood, he will also hold his tenderness and affection. In other words, as long as they can tolerate the volatile temper, the two will be in harmony, and Song Juhan has not treated him badly.
As for Song Juhan sleeping with others and spreading gossip, that is not something he can control. As he said to Feng Ye, Song Juhan doesn't like him, it is not Song Juhan's fault. There is no commitment or agreement between the two, he is sober He knew that the pain he felt from Song Juhan was all his harassment and willingness.
He thought that after so many years of running-in, he had been able to endure many bad things of Song Juhan, but today he still underestimated the extent of Song Juhan's asshole.
He felt half a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and after a long while, he found the lighter.
Because Song Juhan didn't like it, he wanted to smoke a cigarette and hid it.
He opened the car window and let in the cold wind. The smoke rose seldom and blurred his vision. As the taste of nicotine went back and forth in his lungs, his confused brain was awake from the stimulation of tobacco.
It's ridiculous. What he thinks of Song Juhan is a joke. This joke hangs over his head like a trowel. For many years, he has been waiting for the trowel to fall, waiting for Song Juhan to worship him. He has been preparing for that day, and now he feels not far from that day.
The phone rang suddenly, why the heart trembled, and he took it quickly. At a glance, it was an unfamiliar number. He exhaled and answered the phone: "Hey?"
"Why, it's me." Feng Ye's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Well, say." He's voice was very cold. He usually had this virtue. After the verbal conflict that day, it was impossible to give Feng Ye a good look.
"That day, I want to apologize to you."
"It's nothing."
"Your umbrella is with me and I will return it to you when I have time."
"It's just an umbrella, no more."
Feng Ye smiled bitterly: "I just want to have an excuse to see you again. Give me face."
Why did you sigh: "Feng Ye, what do you want to do?"
Feng Yan's strength can not help but make people want to be crooked. It's been six years, and Feng Ye has no need to be attentive to him. But he still didn't believe Feng Ye would end his old love.
There was a silence on the other end of the phone: "It just missed you a bit, missed our good old days."
Why is the heart suddenly a bit sour, and I can't help but remember the bitterness of him and Feng Ye when they were in college. They really had a good time, although most of the time they were just ambiguous. It's hard. The only people in his life who have touched his heart are Feng Ye and Song Juhan. He is a very affectionate person, otherwise he would not like a person for so long. In his heart, Feng Ye was always placed in a sun-drenched In the corner, it was green onions that could never go back, because it was really beautiful, so he couldn't be too cold to this man.
Feng Zheng said, "I promise not to mention you and Song Juhan any more. Can we be friends?"
"You ..." Why do you say helplessly: "You can do it, we are still friends."
Feng Yan smiled: "It's all about it. When I'm free, I'll invite you to dinner."
"Wait for the case at hand. There have been too many things lately."
"What are you doing now? It doesn't sound like home."
Why hesitated for a moment, "Uh, I just came home after finishing overtime."
"I'm in a friend's bar, not far from your company. Come here for a drink?"
"No, I'm too tired today and I don't even know."
"You are still so afraid of contacting strangers." Feng Yan chuckled. "Are you afraid of me?" There was a hint of infatuation in that voice.
"It's not a matter of being afraid, it's really a bit tired."
"Well, then you can go back and take a good rest, and meet you another day."
He hung up the phone, so he calmed down a bit, and then quit the cigarette and drove the car back home.
The home is empty and has no living atmosphere. He rarely eats at home. Once he is busy at work, he has no time to do anything other than take a bath and sleep. This is to him, and sometimes it is more like a hotel.
This apartment was also sent by Song Juhan. It looks like Song Juhan is raising him. Although he doesn't need anyone to support him, to buy such a house in Sanhuan, he has to pay back his mortgage for ten or twenty years.
Regarding Song Juhan's giving him an RV, he neither felt insulted nor grateful. These things didn't make much sense to him. He had very low material requirements. He was a calm personality even when renting a house to squeeze the subway. Song Juhan wanted to give him something. Song Juhan volunteered, just like he rushed to like someone who couldn't like himself, and he volunteered. Nothing special.
However, every time when he had a bad time with Song Ju, he would feel that the car and the house were an eye-obstructing, especially this house that was always empty and not popular, and would only remind himself how lonely he was again and again. One day, if Song Ju was chilly and crooked, he might be alone forever.
After that day, the two did not contact each other for half a month.
In fact, half a month is not long. When Song Juhan got busy or wrote songs in retreat, it was normal to see no one or two months, but the last time was unhappy. It was the most intense conflict between the two men in six years. This makes why suffer every day.
After dissipating, why did he want to call Song Juhan several times, but he couldn't bring up the courage. He wasn't embarrassed, but was afraid to know whether they had reached the end of the mountain. He tried Song Juhan's time limit for him again and again, and tried his own bottom line again and again. Every time he opened his heart, he gave birth to a sense of masochistic redemption, because now he is more disappointed, and until the day of separation, he The better it will be, after he has squandered all his feelings for Song Juhan, he should be able to leave.
But it's not working now, not yet. He is like running after the lead of explosives. It is unknown whether the explosives exploded first or he stopped short. It is not known, but no matter where he stops, the bomb will explode and he will certainly be injured. He knows early Stopping a little, the damage could be lightened, but he couldn't contain his legs.
One day he couldn't help but quietly called Komatsu. He deliberately picked it at eleven in the evening. He felt that Komatsu should have returned home. I didn't expect that the call would be connected to KTV. The sound, Komatsu's voice is not small, and in the KTV, he deliberately yelled, "Hey, why are you brother?"
Why closed my eyes and closed it: "It's me."
"Wait a minute, I'll go out and tell you." Komatsu drank a little wine, a little big tongue.
After a while, there was a lot of silence on the phone. Why did you say, "Komatsu, haven't you come home yet?"
"Isn't this going out with Han?"
Why do you regret making the call immediately? Song Juhan should have heard it just now ... he and Komatsu are completely unfamiliar with what he called, Song Juhan does not need to guess.
"Why brother?"
"Ah, oh, then you play, I'll hang up first."
"What's wrong? You must be calling to get something wrong." Komatsu sipped a wine drunk: "It's okay, I'm not high, you say it."
Why was he silent for a while: "Is Juhan okay recently?"
Komatsu paused, his voice was serious: "Very good, just busy, haven't you two seen each other recently?"
"No ..." Why didn't you know what it was like to make this call for a while, he had to bite his head and said, "How is his mood these two days?"
"These two days are pretty good. The first half of the month, it, it was terrible, my resignation letter was in my pocket, but fortunately I survived it."
"Oh ..." Why didn't I know what to say.
Komatsu also felt a little awkward: "Why brother, have you two quarreled?"
"Not even."
"When I'm in a good mood, I'll tell you about him."
Why laugh with a bitter smile: "Thank you." What does he look like? Concubine waiting for the emperor's flop? It also depends on Komatsu's personal to help, otherwise the emperor would have forgotten him. really interesting.
But he really wanted to see Song Juhan, and he couldn't settle for just looking at photos and videos.
Sometimes, he was very fortunate that Song Juhan had never given him any hope during these six years, otherwise he would be tortured to death by his possessiveness and imagination.
Hanging up the phone, why sit dead in the dark for a while, then pulled out the new album Song Juhan released last year. The 65-inch TV he bought has arrived, and it seems that it has a lot of style.
Why leaned into a soft sofa, watching the handsome and evil-looking man on the TV like a night king, listening to the whispering nature in his ears like a curse-a husky voice, the heart trembling uncontrollably stand up.
So many people in the world like Song Juhan, but he can be so close to Song Juhan, he should be content.
He warned himself that contentment, contentment, contentment.
Why would a phone ringing wake up. He opened his eyes sharply, and found that he did not know when he fell asleep on the sofa, and Song Juhan's albums were all finished.
He took the cell phone, it was already more than two o'clock in the middle of the night, and it was Komatsu's call. He was a little puzzled in his heart, it would not be Juhan.
He quickly answered the phone: "Hey, little ..."
"Why brother, brother Han is in trouble, can you come over?"
Why was my heart tight, and Tengdi jumped up from the sofa: "What's wrong?"
"I don't know how the fans knew he was here. Now the fans blocked the front and rear doors of KTV. Han brother drank and was getting angry."
Why was he relieved that he thought Song Juhan was in danger? He said, "I'm going now ... hey, isn't someone in your company dealing with this specifically?" He was afraid he couldn't help in the past.
Komatsu said awkwardly: "This, if the boss knew, I would blame me for not protecting Han's whereabouts, so ..."
Why I understood: "Give me the address, I'll be there in a while." He quickly put on his clothes and rushed out of the house with the key.
There were few cars at night, so why even broke into two red lights and rushed to KTV at the fastest speed.
Sure enough, KTV's doorway is full of crazy fans and passers-by.
Why did he pull a crowd and crowded to the door? He was standing out among a bunch of little girls, which seemed quite abrupt.
KTV's bodyguard stopping at the door glanced at him: "Are you ..."
"Yes, why do I."
The bodyguard put him in.
Why did the waiter take the box to the box, before he got to the box, he heard Song Juhan was furious.
"Get off, I'm going home, who the dare to stop me--"
"Han, you are all your fans outside, your image is not good ..."
"Fans shit, what are fans? They are a bunch of silly people. Do they know me, do I know them? Go away!"
There was a jingle inside.
Why did you open the door, and saw Komatsu sweating and stopping Song Juhan, and there were two waiters beside him, panicked.
After seeing why, Song Juhan froze, and frowned, "Why are you here?" He looked at Komatsu: "You asked him to come? You are so fat, who the made you make your own claim!"
"Han brother, Han brother, you listen to me, tomorrow you can wake up with a drink and call me anything. Now you listen to me well, if you are photographed like this, Song will kill me." Komatsu I was crying anxiously, and kept giving me a look for help.
Why did I understand this? Komatsu asked him to appease Song Juhan. Otherwise, there are so many bodyguards and waiters inside and outside. It is easy to get Song Juhan out, but Song Juhan is so angry that he is probably angry. The anger of the fans erupted, and in case of saying or doing something extraordinary, it was troublesome.
Why walked over: "Ju Han, calm down, there are really a lot of your fans outside, maybe journalists, now ..."
Song Juhan grabbed his collar: "Who the made you come, get out!"
Why didn't he care about him? Instead, he grabbed his hand gently: "Ju Han, you usually don't drink much, don't let alcohol control yourself, okay?"
The reason is very positive, three courts, five eyes, no difference, the features are upright, neither particularly picky but also faultless. In addition to goodness, it also gives a reliable and trustworthy feeling when he With soothing eyes and gentle and thick voices, it can give people an extraordinary peace of mind.
Komatsu winked at the waiter. Several people retreated, leaving only two people in the private room.
Song Juhan waved his hand and said rudely, "I'm going home. I'm so suffocated here. Let those silly people outside let me go."
Why press him on the shoulder and let him sit on the sofa, holding his back with a strong hand: "I'll take you home in a moment, now you calm down, okay?"
Song Juhan closed his eyes, so he pinched him very comfortably, his slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his breathing was much smoother.
Why look at his slightly fluttering eyelashes, thinking about his wayward irritability, the corners of his lips couldn't help evoking a bitter smile. Song Juhan likes to give him a massage himself. In order to allow Song Juhan to stay with him for one more reason, he deliberately learned to massage. In fact, he has done a lot to get closer to Song Juhan, but Song Juhan probably won't know for a lifetime.
After pressing for a while, Song Juhan really calmed down, so he quickly poured a glass of water for him.
Song Juhan drank saliva, opened his eyes and looked at why: "When was your relationship with Komatsu so good?"
"We are not very good."
Song Juhan smiled ironically: "Did you not let Komatsu call you over today? Do you think you called him at night? I don't know? I was right next to him."
I don't know how to explain it, just default.
Song Juhan chuckled a little, proud of his tone: "It's been only half a month. I thought you would stay a little longer."
Why is my heart a little panicked, and my head is too heavy to lift.
Song Juhan drank his saliva again, and suddenly put the water cup on the table, a bit thick-Lu grabbed the reason why his hair, forced him to raise his head, hot lips blocked it.
Why a little flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Song Juhan recklessly swept the mouth for any reason before releasing him.
Why did he lick his lips, a pair of black and white eyes staring at Song Juhan without blinking.
Why did Song Juhan tremble when he licked his lips: "Did you miss me?" He squeezed Song Juhan's chin, Ling's eyes looked like he was looking at his belongings.
Why nodded.
"How much do you think?"
"Every day I think."
Song Juhan stretched out his fingers and nodded his heart: "I think it's more here ..." Then he moved his other hand down and drew a handful of waist, "Is it more thoughtful here?"
Why hold his face and kiss him gently: "Every thought."
Song Juhan laughed, and his mood suddenly improved a lot, and he knew why he couldn't live without him.
Why is there a slight smile: "Let's go home."
Song Juhan didn't move, he gently touched He Qian's face with his long fingers, his eyes were bottomless: "Zhuang Jieyu told you what I am playing with others?"
Why the smile froze.
Song Juhan took a lip and smiled: "It's true, sometimes I get tired when I meet halfway, it's too disappointing, so I'll find two." He bullied why, and his rosy lips painted the reason why Line, "But I never play with you, do you know why?"
Why is he expressionless? Shen said, "I don't play."
"You do n’t know how to play, I do n’t allow it." Song Juhan squeezed his face: "You are very clean, you have been following me since graduating from college, and the circle of life is also very simple. I do n’t like sets, so I like You're clean. Understand? Don't let anyone touch you, because that's your only advantage. "
Why look at my favorite face, I just feel that my face is blurred, and it is a bit blurry. His heart suffocated, making it difficult to organize speech. In the end, he just nodded calmly, his face was like a copper wall and iron wall mask, blocking the sword from the outside and blocking the emotions from the inside.
Song Juhan looked at He Qingyun's light and light wind, frowned slightly, kissed him like a force, "Go, go home."
Why did he stand up? He walked behind Song Juhan and looked at the back, even if it was a back, it seemed to radiate light.
He followed this figure for ten years. He tried his best to get closer and closer. However, this is still the case. The gap between the two will never disappear. Even if he seizes a piece of clothing in Song Juhan, What can it change?
Why take a deep breath and couldn't help laughing.
In fact, as he guessed, Song Juhan didn't break with him for so many years, it was nothing more than to do-love comfort, and safety-safety in all senses, he neither went out and messed up-nor engage in shit, nor Will give Song Juhan trouble. Song Juhan's remarks today are nothing more than confirmation of his conjecture, nothing.
In fact, he felt that he was equivalent to Song Juhan. Song Juhan obtained safe from him. He obtained companionship from Song Juhan. Both of them got what they wanted, and they were all happy.
As for the pain and despair he has experienced, it has nothing to do with others, just like he likes Song Juhan, it's just him alone. 2k novel reading network