boyfriend shameless

Homosexuality is not uncommon in fashion circles. When two same-sex friends make some intimate moves, they will subtly think that they have an unusual relationship, especially Wei Hao, who is used to romantic occasions, will naturally think of such things place of dissonance.

Wei Hao spoke incoherently, and the general meaning was the same: the person you like is fooling around with him, why don't you hurry up and catch him.

At that time, Feng Ying was packing up his things and was going to have dinner with the people from the magazine office. When he heard the news, his heart felt cold for a while, and then he could discern the embellishments in Wei Hao's words, and he calmed down.

"Xiao Jiang is not that kind of person." Feng Ying said with certainty.

"What time is it? I saw them walk in side by side with my own eyes. Gong Jiang was still supporting that person. Oh yes, I remembered. I said why is that person so familiar? Isn't it Xiao Zhan!"

Feng Ying stared blankly at the falling rain outside the window, and Wei Hao's words came into his left ear and out of his right ear: "Ah, it's raining, Xiao Jiang didn't bring an umbrella."

Wei Hao almost choked on his saliva: "I said, are you heartless or lungless? The person you like ran away with him, and you didn't do anything?"

"Brother Hao," Feng Ying's voice was ethereal and indistinct, like a ray of breeze gently passing through the smoke and dust, and he couldn't tell what it was like. It seemed bitter and sad, and seemed to have endless helplessness, "I am not a couple with him. relation."

It's not a relationship between a couple, so I can't control it, I can't stop it, and I have no right to intervene.

The call ended with Wei Hao's sigh. Feng greeted the magazine staff's car, watched the thin rain line, and stopped the car in front of a grocery store.

He rushed into the rain curtain, went into the store and bought two umbrellas, and then asked the driver to take him to the hotel where Gong Jiang was.

The driver was an honest man, and he stepped on the brakes when he reached the hotel entrance without talking or asking.

Feng Ying stood in front of the elevator, looking at the constantly jumping numbers on the display screen, feeling ups and downs.What should he do if he sees Gong Jiang, and what should he do if he sees Gong Jiang and Xiao Zhan really getting in touch?

He wasn't really heartless, how could he be indifferent when he heard such news, he just disguised his true emotions with a mask.

The elevator stopped at the hotel floor, and the elevator door opened to him like a hell gate. He clenched the umbrella in his hand and walked in with heavy steps step by step.

There was no embarrassment as imagined. There were only front desk staff in the empty corridor. Feng Ying's tight heart suddenly relaxed. He handed two umbrellas to the front desk: "Is there a tenant named 'Gong Jiang' here?"

The front desk was deeply impressed by Gong Jiang's scar, and replied without thinking: "Yes, I just checked in."

"Oh, please give him these two umbrellas."

The front desk took the umbrella and said with a smile, "Excuse me, what is your name, sir? Please tell me so that I can tell Mr. Gong."

"He knew who gave it to him when he saw the umbrella." Feng Ying waved his hand indifferently, "I'm leaving, goodbye."

The moment he stepped into the elevator, the phone rang a text message notification.

"My friend is sick. I'm taking care of him. I'll be home late. If you can't drink, try not to drink. Go back early after dinner and be careful."

Looking at the familiar caller shown in the text message, Feng Ying showed a relieved smile.

He knew that the person he liked was not that kind of person.

Gong Jiang stayed by Xiao Zhan's side until he fell asleep, then picked up the phone to send a text message to Feng Ying, and then prepared to go out to buy medicine and dinner for Xiao Zhan.

"Brother Gong." Xiao Zhan seemed to realize that Gong Jiang was leaving, and woke up in a daze, his face was hot like a boiled shrimp, and it was abnormally red, "Don't go."

Gong Jiang touched his forehead, it was hotter than before: "I'll go buy you medicine and dinner."

"Don't go." Xiao Zhan seemed to be holding on to a life-saving straw, refusing to let go, "Don't go."

"I'll be back later."

"You won't come back after you leave." Xiao Zhan was confused, and the words choked in his throat, he confided without any scruples, "After you left Taiji, you changed your mobile phone number, and you didn't tell us, nor did I. Knowing where you live, you never told us, and suddenly there was no news, like disappearing. I always wanted to say 'sorry' to you, but you didn't give me the chance."

"Don't mention the past again," Gong Jiang gently moved his hand away, "Live the present life well, and look forward is the most important thing."

"Brother Gong," Xiao Zhan wanted to grab Gong Jiang's hand again, but was avoided by him, "Can't we go back to the past?"

Gong Jiang's footsteps stopped when she left. He looked ahead, feeling heavy like a dark corridor without lights. He thought of that cold rainy day, and the mocking faces of those people. If someone asks him to come back, will he choose to forgive.

"Have a good rest." Gong Jiang closed the door and left.

The past events that I don't want to mention are brought up, and I feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, at this time, someone injected new sunshine into his heart.

"Mr. Gong, hello," the front desk called Gong Jiang, "here are two umbrellas, which were sent by a gentleman, and I want to give them to you. He said that you will know who sent them when you see the umbrellas."

The pure white umbrella is like pure paper, covering Gong Jiang's dark heart with a clean color. He suddenly remembered that after the cold rain, a big boy walked into his world with an umbrella and took him out of the darkness.

At that moment, the sky cleared and the sun shone.

The corner of Gong Jiang's mouth curled into a happy arc, and in this world, only that person would care for him in every possible way.

Anywhere, anytime.

Xiao Zhan's illness came and went quickly, and under Gong Jiang's careful care, he recovered the next day.

Gong Jiang didn't close her eyes all night, she stayed by Xiao Zhan's side, wiped alcohol to cool him down, handed water to warm his stomach, and didn't leave until Xiao Zhan got up early and had breakfast.

"I'm leaving, you take good care of yourself." Gong Jiang politely declined Xiao Zhan's stay, and left an umbrella behind, "It's raining outside, go out and hold an umbrella, don't get sick from being drenched, Xiao Zhan, your body belongs to you , life is the same, if you don’t cherish it yourself, no one will cherish it for you. Don’t forget your dream.”

Xiao Zhan was shocked, dream?Corrupted by this grotesque world for a long time, he almost forgot what dreams look like. He stared at the white umbrella that Gong Jiang left behind, dazed in a daze.

Is Brother Gong caring about me, or persuading me?

When Gong Jiang came home, Feng Ying had already left home to shoot the location, and there was a pot of cooked mung bean porridge on the table, with a thoughtful note under it: "I'm going to work, remember to eat breakfast and sleep well. "

Gong Jiang folded the note and put it in the glass bottle that Feng Ying gave him on his birthday. This is a small habit of his. He treasures all the notes that Feng Ying left him, and whenever he is in a bad mood, After reading it out, I felt the warmth between the lines in Feng Ying's words, and felt that no matter how hard it was, it was worth it.