There was a man named Jiang Mo

"Xia Yang, are you annoying? Are you listening to me? What are you stuffing in your ears? What are you listening to?" Su You stretched out his hand towards his son's ear, and there was a tender scar on his wrist.But before he could take out the earplugs from his son's ears, he blocked them with his hand.

"It's just music." Xia Yang said casually while bowing his head to eat.

"What kind of music should you listen to all the time?" Su You frowned. The son grew older, and the distance between him and her was getting farther and farther.

"Tian Lai." Xia Yang raised his brows slightly, and said, "I'm about to start working officially, so don't ask me to have dinner with you for reasons like your birthday."

Hearing this, Su You's expression froze, and he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted, "I promise you that I will deal with the matter that he likes men. If you really feel lonely, you can get a divorce or cheat like him."

Without giving Su You another chance to speak, Xia Yang got up from the dining table and walked towards the door.

In the huge dining room, Su You sat alone at the dining table, looking at the back of her son leaving with a gloomy expression. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers. It was her favorite rose. Every time she was born, her son would give it to her. her flowers.

Xia Yang walked out of the gate of the villa, and drove the black and unremarkable Volkswagen towards the low-rent housing area developed by the government in the west of the city.

Probably because of the approaching distance, Xia Yang felt that the panting sound in the earphones became stronger.

caught up.

Jiang Mo calmed down and said so in his heart.There was no wave in the eyes covered by the plain mirror, and the corners of the mouth also maintained a distant arc.

He had already missed the rush hour, and there was no one at the stop sign. After the driver stopped the car, Jiang Mo got into the car unhurriedly.

"Jiang Mo, the bus time has been adjusted after the National Day. This is the last bus. Don't work so late in the future." The driver started nagging when Jiang Mo got on the bus.

Jiang Mo raised the mirror frame with a gloved hand, nodded and said yes.The voice is neither far nor near, gentle and flat.

The driver glanced at Jiang Mo, who was quietly sitting in the seat with lowered eyebrows, and shook his head in the rearview mirror.Jiang Mo has worked here for ten years, worked overtime for ten years, and took the bus for ten years.

In fact, not only the driver thinks Jiang Mo is miserable, but also Jiang Mo's colleagues in Jiang Mo's company. People in the same department change back and forth, some are promoted and others change jobs. Only Jiang Mo has been working tirelessly at the same job for ten years.

There was one stop away from the apartment, Jiang Mo was the only one left in the car, the driver was bored and started talking to Jiang Mo.

"Jiang Mo, did your blind date succeed?" Before the National Day holiday, Jiang Mo's mother called to ask him to go back for a blind date, and everyone in the car heard her yelling.

"No." Jiang Mo shook her head remembering the long-haired female teacher with a docile face.After the other party carefully asked about his savings and his salary, he invited him to watch a movie, and afterwards euphemistically said that their personalities were not suitable.

Jiang Mo's house is next to the low-rent housing area. It is not big, only 88 square meters, and it was divided into two rooms and two halls by its previous owner.

Jiang Mo changed the side sleeper into a study room, and it is convenient to live alone. The only downside is that the balcony of the bedroom faces the low-rent housing, so he had to spend a lot of effort to install heavy curtains on the balcony.

The elevator in the community went on strike in mid-September, and did not start working again until the end of the National Day holiday. Jiang Mo bought tomatoes and eggs from the supermarket, and looked at the 5kg laundry detergent hesitantly.

Finally, Jiang Mo walked out of the supermarket with only tomatoes and eggs.

A black car that blended into the night passed by him, bringing a gust of cool wind, Jiang Mo looked up at the blurry stars, and continued to walk on the heavy city streets, his slender figure disappeared after a while. Can no longer see clearly in the night.

Xia Yang snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road. The weather station in the car announced the coming rainy weather.

Panting lightly, Jiang Mo opened the door and entered the room, put the bought vegetables on the log dining table, without even turning on the light, and slumped on the lazy sofa in the middle of the living room.

Fine drops of water ooze from the fair skin, giving off a soft luster under the dim natural light.Jiang Mo closed his eyes and rested for a moment, then tore off the thin black cotton gloves on his hands with his teeth, and a pair of long, slender, white hands were exposed to the air without reservation.

When I got closer, I found that there were old and new wounds on each of the pulps of the ten fingers.Because of the weather, some of the wounds were slightly red.

The hot itching from his fingers made Jiang Mo frown, which would end up like this every summer.

Grinding the reddened wound bit by bit with his teeth, Jiang Mo stared blankly at the ceiling, as if the high-spirited reaction below him did not exist.There was only light breathing in the air, and the whole room was too quiet at the moment.

The people in the low-rent housing next door either haven't gotten off work yet, or they've already packed up and gone to bed and will wake up early tomorrow.Of course, there is also a new resident who has just arrived and is not yet familiar with the rhythm of life in the entire low-rent housing area.

Unlike Jiang Mo's living room, which only has a single beanbag sofa and a TV table with peeling corners, Xia Yang's small low-rent house has no partitions, only a bed, a simple wardrobe and a reclining chair in front of the window .And with these three things, the house where Jiang Mo lives now can be bought.

When placing the furniture, the installers had to double check that the address was correct before they dared to move the expensive furniture in.

Xia Yang was lying on the recliner, the window in front of him was ajar, and the cool night wind was blowing in, carrying a damp breath.

He even felt a different smell in the air today, and there was a light licking sound from the earphone, with a little bit of liquid sticking.

Xia Yang concluded that he was definitely not eating food, there was no swallowing sound, only the grinding of teeth and flesh.When he came out of the supermarket, he was holding tomatoes and eggs, probably to make tomato and egg noodles.I didn't buy noodles, that is, there were leftovers at home.

Is it something you brought back from your hometown yesterday?Xia Yang thought, and focused more on distinguishing the voices he heard.

The panting sound in the earphones was suddenly heavy, and Xia Yang heard the thin sound of turning over, and then the sound of the phone falling out of his pocket.

The voices in his ears became noisy, Xia Yang pulled the curtains aside, there was no light, and the curtains were tightly closed, so he couldn't see anything.

Feeling annoyed, he sat back again, Xia Yang wanted to call the property of their community, whether there was something wrong with the circuit in his house.

Thinking of this, a cat-like whimper suddenly sounded in the earphones, short and rapid. After the whimper, the air stagnated for a second, and then it became a restrained gasp. As the gasp intensified, Xia Yang's eyes darkened. .

coming.

Ever since Xia Yang was born, Su You has been nagging in his ear about his father's cheating.Su You is a typical full-time housewife, she is unwilling to divorce, and has no ability to get her husband back, so she can only nag in Xia Yang's ear year after year.

Just when Xia Yang thought that Su You would live like this day after day, year after year, Su You committed suicide three months ago and was hospitalized.

Because she found out that her husband might like men.

"Forget about those women, how can he find a man." In the hospital, Su You stretched out his gauze-wrapped wrist and shook him like crazy.

When Xia Yang went to find his father, he was told by the secretary in the company that the chairman had gone to his alma mater's school celebration.

Xia Yang went to the same school as his father, so he easily found his drunk father, and installed wiretapping software on his phone.

He just didn't expect that the mobile phone in his father's pocket turned out to be another person.

On that night when he wanted to catch the adulterer, Xia Yang listened to the panting of the stranger, and fell into a demon, unable to extricate himself.

From the moment it was released almost at the same time as the earphone end, Xia Yang developed a sexual addiction.

really.

Jiang Mo closed his eyes and sighed, gritted his teeth, and the heat and pain in his fingertips surged down and moved to a certain place under his body.

But no, he can't go on like this.Biting his palm hard, Jiang Moli curled up his whole body into a ball, hiding somewhere in the deepest part.

Putting his forehead on his knees, his slender neck was pink due to the exertion, fine sweat continuously seeped out from invisible pores, his whole body was enveloped in a kind of steaming heat, Jiang Mo couldn't feel the sound of his own breathing , he felt that he was about to suffocate.

There was a vibration from the message pushed by the browser on the mobile phone, and Jiang Mo suddenly looked up, the night completely covered his blushing face, only the eagerness in his eyes remained.

Maintaining the baby's position for a long time, Jiang Mo slowly adjusted the direction of his body, hugged the pillow behind him in his arms, and blocked the heat from below him.

Riding on the night wind, the air became noisy, the sweat on Jiang Mo's forehead slowly cooled, and his body seemed to have fallen into a wet swamp.

The remaining heat on his face dissipated, and Jiang Mo's whole body was exhausted. Although the original sex still refused to fade, Jiang Mo slowly got up from the lazy sofa without paying attention.

Adjusting the water in the natural gas to 27°C, Jiang Mo stretched out his blood-stained hand and let the warm water wash it.

Taking out heat-insulating gloves from the drawer of the TV cabinet and putting them on, Jiang Mo began to prepare his own dinner.

It wasn't until the lightning flashed outside the window that Jiang Mo realized that the clothes on the balcony hadn't been collected yet.I don't know if the rain has already started, but Jiang Mo feels a little regretful, he should collect his clothes first.

When passing by the living room, Jiang Mo stepped on the phone, only to remember that the phone was still on the ground.Throwing the phone on the sofa, Jiang Mo passed by the dark living room and turned on the light on the balcony.

The light in the living room has been broken for a while, and Jiang Mo always forgets to buy a new one.

Xia Yang is going crazy.

The earphones were thrown on the ground by him, and the whole person was spread out in the reclining chair, and somewhere in his lower body was full of fighting spirit.

How could someone not make it to the end? He really wanted to kick open the door opposite, grab that person and ask him what he thought.

Xia Yang went out full of anger and took a cold shower and came back, just in time to see the light on the balcony opposite.

Because of the gesture of raising his hand to take the clothes, the hem of the shirt swelled up in the wind, and half of his gauzy waist bumped into Xia Yang's eyes.

Xia Yang's eyes were filled with blackness, he stood in front of the balcony, watched the man enter the house, then turned around and walked towards the public bathroom of the low-rent housing.