Chapter 29

Addicted people began to come frequently, just like taking drugs. At first, they just tried and felt a little uncomfortable. Later, they tasted the taste and wanted to control it. However, when drug addicts committed, it was not so easy to control it.

One round is not acceptable.

Sometimes Guze will have dinner at his house. When sitting on the sofa, he will say some boring words, or occasionally habitually hurtful words.

When winter comes, if you don't turn on the air conditioner, the room is really cold. When Guze comes, Meng Fu consciously turns on the air conditioner, which makes Meng Yi very happy to see Guze. He doesn't like to wrap a thick cotton padded clothes at home.

"Big brother, you're here." Meng Yi blinked his excited eyes and watched Meng Fu start turning on the air conditioner, and then looked at the TV with satisfaction.

At the beginning, before the heating came up, Gu Ze was still wearing his heavy woolen overcoat. At a glance, he saw the two brothers. Meng Yi was wearing expensive cotton clothes of famous brands, while Meng Fu was wearing cheap old-fashioned stall goods.

"You are willing to buy clothes for your brother."

"Brother Ye Yan bought it for Xiao Yi. Is it expensive?" He has no idea of famous brands.

"It's expensive. You can't afford it. "

He turned to Xiaoyi's beautiful cotton padded clothes and thought he should return them to Ye Yange. He helped himself take care of Xiaoyi for so long that he shouldn't owe him so much.

Soon, it was finally warmer. When Guze took off his coat, he saw that Meng Fu was still quiet, "isn't it hot?"

"Oh." He seemed to have regained his consciousness and took off his cotton padded clothes. In fact, he was very resistant to the action of taking off his clothes in front of Guze, which always reminded him of the situation of taking off his clothes and lying on the bed in recent months.

Today's Meng Yi seems to be in a particularly good mood. He was still watching TV in high spirits at more than 11 o'clock. Gu Ze seemed impatient, "tell your brother to go to bed." He said to Meng Fu like an order.

Needless to say, the man's subtext is clear.

"OK." Meng Fu nodded hesitantly and began to coax Meng Yi, "Xiao Yi, be obedient. It's late. Go to bed."

"But this cartoon is very good. Meng Meng, can I see it for a while? "

Meng Fu turned to Gu Ze's almost angry face, so he had to pretend to be dignified and ordered, "no, go to bed."

"OK, I'll take a bath and go to bed. Meng Meng doesn't like me anymore." Meng Yi stands up angrily.

Guilt began to breed slowly. He slowed down his tone. "My brother likes Xiaoyi very much. Will Xiaoyi be obedient?"

"OK."

When Meng Yi entered the room and went to sleep, Meng Fu went to the bathroom to take a bath. Gu Ze turned over his books and looked at his notes in his room. Suddenly, he seemed to find something strange.

Slightly frowning, he read a small line of words written on the last page of the history book, "Xie Zhenzhen, I like you very much." The handwriting on the notes seven years ago has faded, but this sincere feeling can't deceive people.

Angry for no reason, he threw the books on the desk and began to turn to the last page one by one to see what else Meng Fu left.

Guze didn't see any other words, but found a pink envelope.

Love letters.

This feeling was very strange. He wanted to open it, but he hesitated for some reason.

Fingers have crumpled a corner of the envelope.

then,

He finally read the letter.

At the end of the letter, Xie Zhenzhen wrote, "Meng Fu, I'll wait for you to accept me."

After taking a bath, Meng Fu was still dripping water on his head. The cold water flowed into his neck and took away the warmth accumulated in the hot water just now. He wiped it casually with a towel. His hair was long and couldn't dry for a while.

Before opening the door, he put the towel on the shelf next to the sofa and tried to calm his heart.

When I opened the door, I saw Guze looking at it with a piece of paper. The desk was a pink envelope, "give it back to me." Almost in an instant, he quickly grabbed the love letter from Guze.

"So nervous?" Holding his anger at the bottom of his heart, Gu Ze said with a slight smile, "Meng Fu, I can't see that you like Xie Zhenzhen so much. Isn't it hard for you to be together? In that letter, she said she would wait for you. Meng Fu, she is engaged and has made several boyfriends. She said, "it's ridiculous to wait for you."

"She had no obligation to wait for me." He held the love letter tightly, as if he had held the green and delicate first love time, the precious time that can be counted by ten fingers.

"Give it to me." Gu Ze said in a deep voice.

No, Xiao Ming said. He meant the love letter.

Meng Fu left his love letter behind and retreated again and again.

Back to the door, there was a sudden cluster of despair.

There is no refund.

The nail almost punctured the paper, and the line said, "Meng Fu, I'll wait for you to accept me." It's not wrinkled like the first love he died in the bud that year.

"Give it to me." Guze said again, heavy orders.

He finally lowered his head and slowly handed the love letter to Guze, giving up the general sound of listening to the paper tearing in his ear.

The small pieces of paper were thrown on the floor by Guze's hand, and those words could no longer be put together into complete words.

The girl waiting for him that year was not even in his memory.

"Strip."

He knelt on the bed and waited for Guze's long drive, but for a while, the man didn't move at all. He was confused. He couldn't help turning back, but saw Guze staring at his body firmly.

Seems to be exploring something.

His eyes were opposite. He saw the hatred and palpitation in Guze's eyes. He turned his head in an instant and buried his head in the pillow.

There was an uneasy smell in the air. He hated it. Instead, he would rather let Gu Ze vent as soon as possible and endure the pain.

Gu Ze stared at his back, like a drug addiction attack. He controlled it for a long time. He finally stretched out his hand and touched his butterfly bone. His fingertips slipped inch by inch, as if he were appreciating a good jade.

The people under the body began to tremble like fear. The body shrank down, but the bones became more and more obvious.

"Mr. Gu." Meng Fu called softly.

Gu Ze didn't speak. His tentacles were greasy, like dissatisfied, winding from his butterfly bone to his concave waist line.

"Mr. Gu." Meng Fu was afraid and his voice trembled.

This ambiguous touch, strange, made him instinctively resist.

"Meng Fu."

The man suddenly called his name. He didn't know why. It didn't sound like disgust. Meng Fu was silent and didn't know Gu Ze's intention.

Suddenly, his fingers rolled behind him and suddenly inserted them. He subconsciously grasped the sheet.

Followed by familiar pain.

The man's bulkiness came in, and his palm was no longer simply holding his waist, but rubbing back and forth on his back.

Obviously, it is pure venting, but it has a bit of erotic meaning.

"Meng Fu, does it hurt?"

Guze is asking the same question again. Recently, this person often asks him like this, which seems to be verifying something. If he answers the pain, the pain behind him will be reduced a little.

"It hurts, it hurts."

"More painful than tearing up that love letter?"

The man's impact was more violent. Meng Fu squinted at the broken paper on the ground. Which was more serious, the pain in his body or in his heart?

"Meng Fu, which hurts more?"

"This hurts more."

He replied that, in fact, the superposition of these pains has already blurred the boundary, but it is to make the people behind feel more comfortable and suffer less sin.

"Remember, you deserve the pain."

Gu Ze said, but his movement slowed down. He slowly bent down. His lips were only a few centimeters away from Meng Fu's back. After a while, he finally straightened up again.

Guze, what are you doing? He's Meng Fu. He's an enemy.