Running out of Song Juhan's house, He Ge couldn't hold it anymore.

Fortunately, no one was there at night, otherwise he looked really ugly with his pants up.

He ran back into the car in a panic, started the car impatiently, and drove home.

Halfway through the drive, he suddenly remembered that the car was given to him by Song Juhan, and suddenly his stomach swelled.

He leaned back tiredly in the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

In the past six years, Song Juhan has treated him badly. The house, the car, the precious gifts every few weeks, and the red envelopes for the New Year and festivals have all been missing him. When he is in a good mood, he will hold him tenderly and affectionately. In other words, as long as they can endure their erratic temper, the two of them are quite harmonious, and Song Juhan has never treated him badly.

As for Song Juhan sleeping with others and spreading scandals, that is not something he can manage. Just like what he said to Feng Zheng, it is not Song Juhan's fault that Song Juhan doesn't like him. There is no promise or agreement between the two, and he is very sober. He knew that the pain he had experienced from Song Juhan was all his mediocrity and his willingness.

He thought that after so many years of running-in, he could endure many of Song Juhan's bad deeds, but today he still underestimated the extent of Song Juhan's bastard.

He took out half a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and after a long time, 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 the dank wind blow in, and the smoke rose slightly, obscuring his vision. As the smell of nicotine traveled back and forth in his lungs, his chaotic brain also awoke a little under the stimulation of the tobacco.

It's really ridiculous. His feelings for Song Juhan are a joke. This joke is like a guillotine hanging over his head. For many years, he has been waiting for the guillotine to fall, waiting for Song Juhan to say goodbye to him. He has been preparing for that day, and now, he feels that that day is not far away.

The phone rang suddenly, He Gu's heart trembled, and he quickly took it over. When he saw that it was an unfamiliar number, he let out a sigh of relief and answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Why, it's me." Feng Zheng's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, let's talk." He Gu's voice was very cold. He usually has this virtue. After the verbal conflict that day, it is even more impossible to give Feng Zheng any good looks.

"I want to apologize to you about what happened that day."

"nothing."

"Your umbrella is with me. I'll give it back to you when I have time."

"It's just an umbrella, no need."

Feng Zheng smiled bitterly: "I just want to have an excuse to see you again, give me face."

He Gu sighed: "Feng Zheng, what do you want to do?"

Feng Zheng's energy can't help but make people think crooked, it has been six years, and Feng Zheng has no need to be attentive to him at all. But he still didn't believe that Feng Zheng's old love for him was over.

There was silence on the other end of the phone: "I just miss you a little bit, and the good times we used to."

He Gu's heart suddenly became a little sour, and he couldn't help but recall the moments when he and Feng Zheng were in college. They really had a good time, although most of the time it was just ambiguous. Also uncomfortable. The only two people who have been moved by his heart in his life are Feng Zheng and Song Juhan. He is a very affectionate person, otherwise he would not have liked a person for so long. In his heart, Feng Zheng has always been placed in a sunny place. In the corner, those are the green years that will never go back, because it was really beautiful, so he couldn't be too cold to this man.

Feng Zheng said again: "I promise not to mention you and Song Juhan again, can we be friends?"

"You..." He Gu said helplessly: "If you do what you say, we will still be friends."

Feng Zheng smiled: "I will do what I say. When you are free, I will invite you to dinner."

"Just wait until the case at hand is over. There are too many things going on recently."

"What are you doing now? It doesn't sound like home."

He Gu was stunned for a moment, "Uh, I just finished overtime and I'm going home."

"I'm at a friend's bar, not far from your company, come over for a drink?"

"No, I'm too tired today, and I don't even know each other."

"You're still so afraid of coming into contact with strangers." Feng Zheng said with a low smile, "You're also afraid of me when I'm with you?" There was a hint of indifference in his voice.

"It's not a question of whether you're afraid or not, it's really a bit tired."

"Well, then you go back and have a good rest, and I'll invite you another day."

Hanging up the phone, He Gu calmed down for a while, then took the cigarette and drove the car home.

The home is empty, and there is no atmosphere of life. He usually seldom eats at home. Once he is busy with work, he has no time to do anything other than bathe and sleep at home. For him, it is sometimes more like a hotel.

This apartment was also given by Song Juhan. It really looked like Song Juhan was taking care of him. Although he didn't need anyone to support him, to buy such a house in Sanhuan, he would have to pay off the mortgage for ten or twenty years.

Regarding the fact that Song Juhan gave him an RV, he neither felt humiliated nor felt grateful. These things meant little to him. He had very low material requirements. Song Juhan wanted to give him something voluntarily, just as he was rushing to like someone who couldn't possibly like him. No one else.

It's just that every time he had a bad fight with Song Juhan, he would feel that the car and the house were an eyesore, especially the house that was always empty and unpopular. One day, if Song Ju Han is tired and crooked, he may be alone forever.

After that day, the two did not communicate for half a month.

Half a month is actually not a long time. When Song Juhan is busy, or writing a song in retreat, it is normal to not see anyone for a month or two, but the last unhappy parting was the most intense conflict between the two in six years. This makes He why suffer every day.

After his anger subsided, He Gu tried to call Song Juhan several times, but he couldn't bring up the courage. He was not ashamed, but was afraid to know whether they had reached the end of the world. He tested Song Juhan's time limit for him time and time again, and also tested his bottom line again and again. Every time he opened a hole in his heart, he felt a sense of masochistic redemption, because now he is more disappointed, and when the day of separation, he will The better it will be. After he has squandered all his feelings for Song Juhan, he should be able to leave in a dashing manner.

But not yet, not yet. He seems to be running after the lead of the explosives. Whether the explosives exploded first, or whether he was exhausted and stopped first, is unknown, but no matter where he stopped, the bombs would explode and he would be injured. He knew that early If he stopped a little, the damage would be lighter, but he couldn't restrain his legs.

One day he couldn't take it anymore, so he quietly called Komatsu. He deliberately chose eleven o'clock in the evening, thinking that Komatsu should have gone home. He didn't expect that as soon as the call was connected, it was KTV's over there. The voice, Xiaosong's voice is not small, and in ktv, he deliberately shouted at the top of his voice: "Hey, brother He Gu."

He Gu closed his eyes: "It's me."

"Wait a minute, I'll go out and tell you." Komatsu obviously drank some wine, and his tongue was a little big.

After a while, there was a lot of silence on the phone, He Gu said, "Xiao Song, you haven't gone home yet?"

"Why don't you accompany Brother Han out to play?"

He Gu suddenly regretted making this call. Song Juhan should have heard it just now... He is completely unfamiliar with Komatsu, and Song Juhan knows without guessing why he made the call.

"Why brother?"

"Ah, oh, then you can play, I'll hang up first."

"What's the matter? There must be something wrong with you calling." Xiaosong burped: "It's okay, I'm not high, you can talk."

He Gu was silent for a while: "How is Ju Han recently?"

Xiao Song paused, his voice serious: "It's good, just busy, haven't you two seen each other recently?"

"No..." He Gu didn't know the meaning of the call, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "How is he feeling these two days?"

"These two days are not bad. The first half month, my mother, is terrible. I have my resignation letter in my pocket. Fortunately, I survived."

"Oh..." He Gu didn't know what to say.

Komatsu also felt a little embarrassed: "He Gu, did the two of you quarrel?"

"It doesn't count."

"I'll mention you to Brother Han when he's in a good mood."

He Gu smiled bitterly: "Thank you." What does he look like? The concubine waiting for the emperor to flop? He had to rely on Komatsu, a personal eunuch, for help, otherwise the emperor would have forgotten about him. really interesting.

But he really wanted to see Song Juhan, and he couldn't be satisfied with just looking at photos and videos.

Sometimes, he was very fortunate that Song Juhan had never given him any hope in the past six years, otherwise he would have been tortured to death by his own possessiveness and fantasies.

After hanging up the phone, He Gu sat stiffly in the dark for a while, and then pulled out Song Juhan's new album released last year. The 65-inch big TV he bought has arrived, and it looks very imposing with such a large size.

He Ge leaned into the soft sofa, looked at the handsome and evil man on TV who was like a king of the dark night, and listened to the hoarse voice whispering in his ear like a curse, his heart trembled uncontrollably. stand up.

There are so many people in the world who like Song Juhan, but he can be so close to Song Juhan, he should be content.

He told himself, contentment, contentment, contentment.

He was woken up by the ringing of the phone. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep on the sofa at some point, and Song Juhan's albums had already been released.

He took the mobile phone, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, it was Xiaosong's call, and he felt a sigh in his heart.

He quickly answered the phone: "Hello, little..."

"Brother He Gu, Brother Han has some trouble here, can you come over?"

He Gu was so nervous, he jumped up from the sofa: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know how the fans knew that he was here. Now the fans have blocked the front and rear doors of KTV. Brother Han is getting angry after drinking."

He Gu breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Song Juhan was in danger, and he said, "I'm going over now... Hey, isn't there someone in your company that specializes in dealing with this?" He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to help much in the past.

Komatsu said embarrassedly: "This, if the boss knows about it, he will blame me for not protecting Brother Han's whereabouts, so..."

He Gu understood: "Give me the address, I'll be there in a moment." He quickly put on his clothes, grabbed the key and rushed out of the house.

There were few cars at night, so He Gu ran two red lights in a row and arrived at the ktv at the fastest speed.

Sure enough, the door of KTV was crowded with crazy fans and passersby who joined in the fun.

He Ge pushed aside the crowd and crowded to the door. He stood out among the crowd of little girls, and he seemed quite abrupt.

The bodyguard of KTV who stopped at the door glanced at him: "Are you..."

"Yes, why am I."

The bodyguard put him in.

The waiter took He Gu to the box, and before he got to the box, he heard Song Juhan furious inside.

"Go away, I want to go home, who the hell dares to stop me—"

"Brother Han, there are all your fans outside, your image is not good..."

"Fan shit, what is a fan? It's a bunch of idiots, do they know me, do I know them? Go away!"

There was a screeching sound inside.

He Gu opened the door, and saw Xiaosong blocking Song Juhan sweating profusely, and there were two male waiters beside him with a flustered expression.

After Song Juhan saw He Gu, he was stunned and frowned: "Why are you here?" He looked at Xiao Song: "You asked him to come? You are timid, who the hell told you to make your own decisions!"

"Brother Han, Brother Han, listen to me. You can scold me when you wake up tomorrow. Listen to me now. If you are photographed like this, Song will kill me." Xiao Song He was about to cry, and kept looking at He Gu for help.

Why did realize this? Xiaosong was looking for him to appease Song Juhan. Otherwise, with so many bodyguards and waiters inside and out, it would be very easy to get Song Juhan out, but Song Juhan is drunk and angry now. The fans' push and shove will break out, and if something is said or done, it will be troublesome.

He Gu walked over: "Ju Han, calm down, there are really many of your fans outside, maybe there are reporters, now..."

Song Juhan grabbed his collar: "Who the hell told you to come, get out!"

Why didn't bother with him, but grabbed his hand gently: "Ju Han, you don't usually drink much, don't let alcohol control you, okay?"

He Gu's appearance is very upright, with three court and five eyes, no difference, with upright facial features, neither particularly outstanding but not faulty, handsome, but also gives people a reliable and trustworthy feeling. When you use serious eyes and a gentle and honest voice to soothe people, it can give people an unusually reassuring power.

Komatsu winked at the waiter, and they all withdrew, leaving only two people in the private room.

Song Juhan waved his hand and said in a rough voice, "I want to go home, it's suffocating here, let the fools outside get out of the way."

He Ge pressed his shoulders, let him sit on the sofa, and squeezed the back of his neck with strong hands: "I'll take you home in a while, now you'll calm down, okay?"

Song Juhan closed his eyes, why did he feel comfortable when he pinched it, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breathing became much smoother.

He Gu looked at his slightly trembling eyelashes, thinking of his wayward and irritable appearance, the corner of his lips couldn't help but evoke a wry smile. Song Juhan likes to massage him very much. In order to give Song Juhan another reason to stay with him, he went to learn massage. In fact, in order to get closer to Song Juhan, he has made a lot of efforts, but Song Juhan will probably never know about it for the rest of his life.

After pressing for a while, Song Juhan really calmed down, so He Gu hurriedly poured him a glass of water.

Song Juhan took a sip of water, opened his eyes and looked at He Gu: "When did your relationship with Xiao Song become so good?"

"We're not doing well."

Song Juhan smiled sarcastically: "Didn't you ask Xiao Song to call you over today? Do you think I didn't know you called him at night? I was next to him at the time."

I don't know how to explain why, so just acquiesced.

Song Juhan sneered, with a smug tone: "It's only half a month, I thought you would last longer."

He Gu felt a little flustered in his heart, and his head was too heavy to lift.

Song Juhan took another sip of water, and suddenly put the water glass on the table, grabbing He Gu's hair rudely, forcing him to raise his head, and pressing his warm lips against it.

A hint of surprise flashed in He Gu's eyes.

Song Juhan recklessly swept He Gu's mouth before letting go of him.

He Gu licked his lips and looked at Song Juhan with a pair of black and white black eyes without blinking.

He Gu's slightly confused look when he licked his lips made Song Juhan's heart tremble: "Did you miss me?" He pinched Song Juhan's chin, Lingren's eyes seemed to be looking at his belongings.

Why nodded.

"How much do you think?"

"I think about it every day."

Song Juhan stretched out his finger and tapped He Gu's heart: "I think more here..." Then the other hand moved down and pinched He Gu's waist, "I still think more here?"

He Gu held his face and kissed him gently: "I want to."

Song Juhan smiled, his mood improved a lot, and he knew why he couldn't leave him.

He Gu showed a faint smile: "Let's go home."

Song Juhan didn't move, he gently stroked He Gu's face with his slender fingers, his eyes were bottomless: "Zhuang Jieyu tell you what I am playing with others?"

He Gu's smile froze.

Song Juhan curled his lips into a smile: "It's true, sometimes I get tired when I'm halfway through, it's too disappointing, so I'll find two." He bullied He Ge, and those rosy lips carefully depicted He Ge's lips. Line, "But I never play with you, do you know why?"

He Gu was expressionless and said in a deep voice, "I don't play."

"There's no way for you to play, I won't allow it." Song Juhan pinched He Gu's face: "You are very clean, you have been following me since graduating from university, and your life circle is very simple. I don't like condoms, so I like You're clean. Got it? Don't let anyone touch you because that's your only advantage."

He Gu looked at his favorite face, only to feel that the face was blurred, so blurred that it was hard to see. His heart throbbed like a choking pain, and it was difficult to organize words. In the end, he just nodded calmly, his face was like a mask with a copper wall, blocking the sword from the outside and blocking the emotions from the inside.

Song Juhan looked at He Gu's light-hearted appearance, frowned slightly, and gave him a strong kiss: "Let's go, go home."

He Gu followed and stood up. He walked behind Song Juhan and looked at the back. Even a back seemed to be radiating light.

He spent ten years following this figure. He tried his best to get close and close, but it was nothing more than that. The gap between the two would never disappear. Even if he grabbed a corner of Song Juhan's clothes, What can be changed.

He Gu took a deep breath and couldn't help laughing.

In fact, it was similar to what he guessed. Song Juhan did not break up with him for so many years. He was just doing things—love comfort, and safety—safety in various senses. It will cause trouble for Song Juhan. Song Juhan's remarks today are nothing more than confirmation of his conjecture, nothing more.

In fact, he felt that he and Song Juhan were an equivalent exchange. Song Juhan obtained safe sex from him, and he obtained company from Song Juhan. Both of them got what they wanted, and they were all happy.

As for the pain and despair he experienced, it had nothing to do with others, just like he liked Song Juhan, it was only his business.