There was a man named Jiang Mo

Waking up from a dream, Jiang Mo stared at the ceiling with blank eyes, feeling that all the bones in his body were broken, and he could only rely on the skin and flesh to barely connect.

It hurts.

Young people just can toss.

Jiang Mo turned over and lay down on the already cold bed beside her, thinking.

Ten years is neither long nor short, Jiang Mo thinks it is enough for him to gather up the courage to make some changes.

In fact, he doesn't care whether Xia Yang will leave or not, what he cares about is when and who forces him to cross the line in his heart.

After waking up to dusk, Jiang Mo finally got up from the bed in a daze, his cell phone had been beaten to death.

Jiang Mo felt a little dizzy, probably the HR department thought he had some serious accident.

But what does that matter.

Jiang Mo wrote a resignation letter concisely, and every time he typed a word, an electric current would directly hit his heart from his fingertips.

Like last night, shame and pleasure.

His whole heart seemed to be stepping on the clouds, breaking free from the ten-year-long imprisonment.

Admit it, Ginger.

It is in your nature.

Xia Yang came out of his father's office with a gloomy expression, a big slap looming on the left side of his face.

In fact, he didn't mean to show off, he just laughed at him after knowing what happened back then.

Back then, Jiang Mo was bullied and bumped into by his father by accident. Not only did he not stop him, but he hid in the dark and witnessed the whole process. In the end, he despicably pretended to be a passerby who rescued him.

He exposed the gloom he had caused by ginger over the years, and told that man that he liked ginger, that he was going to find ginger, and that he would be with ginger in the future.

Just when Xia Yang walked downstairs to Jiang Mo's building, bought medicine and food and was about to go upstairs, he received a call from the emergency center.

Her mother attempted suicide by cutting her wrists and was taken to the hospital.

When Jiang Mo went downstairs, he saw someone throwing a pile of colorful garbage at the stairway, facing the stairway.

When he picked it up, he found that it contained newly bought food and some anti-inflammatory drugs for external use. He hung the things on the trash can at the door with a stiff movement, and Jiang Mo left the city where he was in prison.

Taking advantage of the best age limit for civil servants, Jiang Mo passed the exam for a civil servant, and has since stopped working from five to nine.

After rejecting the blind date several times, the mother finally compromised and tried to accept that he didn't want to be with women.

It's just that for some reason, after that night, his hand became no longer a point of release for his desire.

As if the mood of success after a long period of calamity, Jiang Mo successfully turned into a cold personality, even if his finger was accidentally injured, there was nothing but dense pain.

The connecting line between that pain and desire-desire is broken.

Three years later, Xia Yang saw a familiar face in a crowded photo.

The house next to Jiang Mo's low-rent house has never been sold or rented. It has been left there all the time, and he didn't even take the key on the door frame when he left.

For some unknown reason, Jiang Mo left that house to Xia Yang in a disguised form.

Xia Yang may live or not, it doesn't matter.Jiang Mo didn't want to go back there again.

So when he received the courier, which was the clothes left by him when he left, Jiang Mo was a little panicked.

The item was sent directly to the work unit. Jiang Mo thought he had made a mistake, and when he asked if someone had filled in the wrong number, his colleagues all suggested opening it to see what was inside.

Jiang Mo couldn't remember what he had bought online, and in his original unit, he thought he didn't have any friends who could send things to him.

After unpacking the things, Jiang Mo's face turned pale and then turned red and hot. Why did the clothes he left there on purpose suddenly arrive after three years, which made him panic.

It's like the muddled debts you committed during the calamity suddenly came to you after you attained enlightenment and ascended.

Jiang Mo put away the things without changing his expression, and disappeared into everyone's inquiring eyes with the things in his arms.

In the following week, Jiang Mo would receive many little things that he was familiar with but unfamiliar one after another.

The day before the National Day holiday, what he received was a dozen new white shirts and various underwear. Jiang Mo took the things home as if holding a hot potato.

When he got home, he found a car he hadn't seen before parked at the door, and Jiang Mo tried to stay away from him with some vigilance.

Jiang Mo is a person who is full of nostalgia, fears strange environments, and gets along with strange people.

So when he opened the door and found that the door was unlocked, his heart skipped a beat.

Stretching out his hand to touch the switch at the entrance, he unexpectedly touched a person, his fingers retracted like an electric shock, but the next second he was grabbed and pulled by someone.

The courier in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the white shirt was scattered all over the floor.

Without giving him a chance to react, he pressed his back against the wall with one hand, his whole face pressed against the cold wall, and the person behind him stretched out his hand to pull his pants without saying a word.

The door was not closed securely.

The old yellow light in the corridor came in and shone on Jiang Mo's wrinkled facial features.

The person behind felt that his body was stiff, paused for a moment, stopped the difficult offensive movement in his hands, and directly bit the back of his neck that was pale under the light because of his distorted posture.

One mouthful, wishing to cramp and peel him.

He couldn't stand it.

call his name.

"Xia Yang"

Hearing his name, the people behind him stopped biting in revenge, picked up a shirt from the ground and wrapped his hands involuntarily, then pulled the chair by the dining table and fixed him on it, with a Interrogation pose.

The chair was placed in the gap where the light came through, and the ginger was tied on it.

The light was dim and it was hard to see clearly. Except for the top two buttons of his shirt, all the rest were torn off.

The thin chest is exposed to the eyes of people hidden in the dark. At the ankle in the pile of pants, the pulled side of the panties is stuck at the end of the mermaid line, while the back is completely withdrawn under the buttocks. It is tangled and stuck there, which is uncomfortable. .

Being stared at by people like this makes Jiang Mo feel physically and psychologically uncomfortable. If someone passes by the door, they will definitely find out if they look over.

"Do you know what happened three years ago?" Xia Yang didn't even need him to answer the plain, almost emotionless statement, hiding in the night, his eyes piercing through his flesh, tightly clutching his heart.

In all fairness, he felt that he and Xia Yang didn't need to tell each other where they were going, even if they met on the road, it would probably be a hasty nod of hypocrisy.

Hearing what Xia Yang said, Jiang Mo was a little confused.Three years ago, his mother went crazy and hit his father with a car, Xia Yang lost his parents in just one week.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Mo's complexion was pale, his eyes were cloudy, did he leave too hastily at that time?You should tell Xia Yang, or stay to provide him with some care."I'm sorry," he said with difficulty.

"The way you apologize is that you can't find anyone in the first place."

The chin was pinched fiercely, Jiang Mo had to look up at the person who was approaching with his head down, and only now could he see Xia Yang's face clearly.

Compared with three years ago, the greenness is gone, replaced by sharp and gloomy facial features.

"Xia Yang," Jiang Mo frowned, because of the pain, there was a moist black mist in his eyes.

"It's all your fault."

Finally, Xia Yang still didn't tell everything.When he went to confess to his father that day, he didn't expect that his mother had been monitoring his father's phone, and everything was running towards the unacceptable result like a derailed high-speed train.

Like complaining countless times before, his mother called him and asked him to go back immediately, but he chose to go to Jiang Mo first.He didn't know until the hospital called that his mother had hit his father with a car, and both died.

After that, Xia Yang lived in the house where Jiang Mo stayed with a strange mentality, all of this was Jiang Mo's fault, if there was no Jiang Mo, none of this would have happened, if he hadn't fallen in love with Jiang Mo.

After three years with this mentality, the mentality of resenting Jiang Mo for ruining everything strangely changed into a subtle emotion that even Jiang Mo abandoned him.

The obsession with minced ginger grows savagely invisibly, from a seed to an uncle.

Seeing it now, the initial resentment and the revenge that he had been thinking about all disintegrated in Jiang Mo's "I'm sorry".

Forced to accept a rude kiss, Jiang Mo raised his head, fine drops of water emerged from his forehead, and the posture with his hands folded behind his back made him extremely uncomfortable.

"untie"

When the collarbone was bitten, Jiang Mo said in a hoarse voice, during Xia Yang's kiss, he actually reacted. He thought he would live a lifetime of abstinence.

The familiar feeling is like a flood that will cover up, those who have been cut off and reconnected, making him unable to resist with the force of thousands of troops.

It's like after that day, the switch of his desire changed from the sensitivity of ten fingers to a kiss of a person.

In a trance, he was picked up, and that person kept biting his eardrums, and kept saying things that resented him, but he couldn't figure it out.

Desire, which has not been appeased for too long, is like a wild horse running away, running towards the endless barren distance.

Suddenly, Jiang Mo's eyes dimmed, and Jiang Mo held the head that was gnawed on his chest with both hands, and his body kept sinking backwards. His slender neck drew out a smooth line, and he kept leaning back, as if someone was pulling the reins Mustang.

Something was embedded in his body inch by inch, Jiang Mo whimpered uncomfortably, and his figure fluttered under the ambiguous lights of the corridor.

"Gate"

Pausing to wait for him to get used to it, Jiang Mo spoke with shortness of breath, but in the next second he couldn't utter a word because of the movement of standing up for Xia Yang.

total darkness.

Only the sound of breathing intertwined.

Xia Yang did it ruthlessly, from the chair to the bed, from the wall in the hallway to the bed in the bedroom, Jiang Mo couldn't bear it and begged softly for mercy.

In the end, when Jiang Mo could hardly speak, she suddenly felt her chest was burning hot. For a moment, Jiang Mo was not sure if it was Xia Yang's tears.He reached out to touch Xia Yang's face, but was rejected, Xia Yang just maintained the posture in his body, buried his face in his chest and cried silently.

Xia Yang has changed a lot in the past three years. He used to have a sunny and handsome temperament, but now he is gloomy and fierce. But no matter how much he changes, he is still young.

Soaked in the scalding liquid, the heart of minced ginger was soft in a mess.

Like soothing a crying child, Jiang Mo gently patted Xia Yang's back.

It wasn't until the sobs subsided that Jiang Mo found out through the moonlight that the person holding him had fallen asleep, but he was still holding him tightly, refusing to take him out.

So now it's this man who's brutish and has replaced his fingers as the switch that turns his body on.

Jiang Mo looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, the night was very deep.

So be it.

Time to sleep.

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