Chapter 125 Waste (4)

Without Pei Zheng's consent, Zhou Jiayan kissed his lips and put the remaining smoke in his mouth into his own.

Zhou Jiayan had never smoked, he was just looking for an excuse to kiss Pei Zheng. Second-hand smoke didn't taste good, and the astringency of nicotine was rolling on the tip of their tongues. Pei Zheng was not in the mood to appreciate that feeling. What Zhou Jiayan just said was replayed in his head.

"Uncle," Zhou Jiayan suddenly said after kissing for a long time, "Has anyone told you to close your eyes when kissing?"

Only then did Pei Zheng regain his senses and glanced at him.

"Uncle," Zhou Jiayan said, "don't persuade me."

When he said this, his voice was very low. I don't know if it was for Pei Zheng or for himself. He kissed Pei Zheng and called him "Uncle", which he loved very much.

Because only this title can show the difference between him and Pei Zheng's other lovers.

This time, Zhou Jiayan was very gentle. He didn't play any strange tricks. He used the most traditional way to soothe every inch of Pei Zheng. The biggest advantage of this method is that they can see each other. Zhou Jiayan's eyes are hot, and Pei Zheng, who has been opening his eyes when they just kissed, closed his eyes at this moment.

In fact, Zhou Jiayan is a bit uneasy. After all, today is his birthday. Not only did he not receive a gift, but he did not even hear a happy birthday.

In the second half of the night, he hugged Pei Zheng and couldn't sleep, so he scribbled on Pei Zheng's back with his fingers. He wrote the word "Uncle" and drew a heart.

Pei Zheng slept very lightly, he woke him up, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Zhou Jiayan then put up his arms and kissed him, saying, "Uncle, you owe me a happy birthday."

Pei Zheng: "Birthday—"

"Don't," Zhou Jiayan interrupted him, "my nineteenth birthday has passed. I owe it first, and I'll talk about it next year, okay?"

Pei Zheng was silent for a while, then nodded.

It's a pity that Zhou Jiayan didn't wait until next year.

When he got up the next day, he came out of the shower, and Pei Zheng sat by the bed neatly dressed, as if he had never experienced that tenderness with him last night.

A sense of panic surged up in Zhou Jiayan's heart, he threw the towel away, walked over and squatted at Pei Zheng's feet, and gently kissed his fingertips, "Uncle."

Pei Zheng: "Jiayan, we—"

"Uncle!" Zhou Jiayan said, "I said, don't persuade me."

But Pei Zheng shook his head: "Jia Yan, this is a mistake in itself. I have always been too hesitant and indecisive to refuse you."

"It's okay," Zhou Jiayan held his hand and kissed again, "I want to be your lover, and it's me who insisted on staying by your side. It's me who won't let you persuade me, uncle, you're right, you're wrong all the time. it's all me."

Pei Zheng looked at him with pity in his eyes, but also with a trace of struggle.

But in the end, he still pulled out his hand and said softly, "Jiayan, let's end it."

It's easy to end these two words.

It is difficult to accept.

Zhou Jiayan didn't know how he got back to H City. After he went back, he was stuffed in the quilt, and spent three days in a hurry.

The 18-year-old that I had been looking forward to came as scheduled, and after being with Pei Zheng for a year, he was frivolously expelled from Pei Zheng's world.

Later, he didn't give up. He wasn't someone who liked to stalk and fight, but how would he live without Pei Zheng?

That is the meaning of his life.

He didn't move out of the house Pei Zheng gave him, secretly took the household registration book, and changed his surname to "Pei". He still made himself sick in a clumsy way to find Pei Zheng, and Pei Zheng would call him, but he never came.

So he gradually stopped looking for Pei Zheng, and began to understand that sometimes love is really just a matter of himself.

They also spent the Spring Festival together in the next two years.

Zhou Jiayan would still prepare a table of dishes, and the two would have a bland meal together. After dinner, they talked about each other's recent situation, just like an ordinary pair of uncles and nephews.

Of course, it wasn't that the willpower of Pei Zheng was always weak after drinking. They explore each other in the dark and don't kiss. Before entering, Zhou Jiayan would ask, "Is it okay, uncle?"

Pei Zheng couldn't bear it, and pushed Zhou Jiayan away.

This happened once or twice, and every time Pei Zheng sobered up, he had to apologize very seriously. Zhou Jiayan smiled and said, "It's okay, uncle."

It could be seen that he really didn't care, and Pei Zheng thought that Zhou Jiayan was finally relieved. Only Zhou Jiayan knows how willing he is to be wasted by Pei Zheng again and again.

At the age of twenty-two, Zhou Jiayan moved out of the house where he had lived for ten years.

The reason was a peach-colored news on a hot search. Pei Zheng and a man went in and out of the same room for three consecutive days, and were caught by the paparazzi who followed him. High-definition pictures and dynamic pictures were readily available.

Pei Zheng likes to mess around in the crew. It's not a secret in the circle, many people know it, because many people have slept with him.

80% of the trouble this time was caused by someone. Zhou Jiayan found out who was behind the scenes through his personal connections.

Ironically, it turned out to be the rival in love he had met, President Jiang.

Jiang has always been in the red wine business, and there are wineries all over the country. Zhou Jiayan asked friends to help him find out what he was doing, and successfully blocked people outside the Linshi winery.

President Jiang recognized him at a glance, raised his chin, "Go out for a drink?"

Zhou Jiayan got into his car.

Jiang always had a head and face, and the two asked for the best private room in a high-end club. President Jiang raised his glass to him: "Brother, I actually have a bad memory, but the first time I saw you today, I remembered who you are. Do you know why?"

Zhou Jiayan sneered: "Who do you call brothers and sisters, say, how can you withdraw from the hot search."

President Jiang looked at him in surprise for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"It's this look," Mr. Jiang's tears were about to come out, "a few years...three or four years? You haven't changed at all!"

Zhou Jiayan was upset by his smile: "Are you sick?"

"You're the one who's sick, brother," Mr. Jiang wiped away his tears, "None of us won, you don't hate him?"

Zhou Jiayan frowned: "Why should I hate it? Where do you come from? If you like someone if you don't get it, you will hate it, and you will ruin him by splashing him with dirty water. Does that really mean you like it?"

President Jiang: "But in front of him, liking is worthless, how can he still find a man or how to find a man! You can see the photo, I tell you, it's all true, don't you think he's dirty? Don't you think he insulted your so-called 'like'?"

Zhou Jiayan's face suddenly fell: "You fucking say it again?"

President Jiang said "Yohe", "I'm still angry when I say it... Yes, you have at least fucked him... ah-"

Without saying a word in the second half, Zhou Jiayan slammed a fist into President Jiang's face!

President Jiang was caught off guard, and after reacting, he also waved his arms and scuffled with him.

President Jiang in a suit and leather shoes is not as good as Zhou Jiayan, who fought from childhood to adulthood, and both of them were tragic in the end. But Zhou Jiayan can at least open his eyes and speak.

He touched the corner of his mouth, hessed in pain, and pointed at the man on the ground fiercely: "Take the scandal to Lao Tzu, or else Lao Tzu will chase you and fight."

"This is a society ruled by law," Mr. Jiang groaned while clutching his stomach, "if you are not afraid of getting into a situation, let it go."

"Of course I'm not afraid," Zhou Jiayan opened the door and glanced at him before leaving, "I'm not afraid of wearing shoes if I'm barefoot, but you have money and a beautiful second half of your life, you can think about it yourself."

After Zhou Jiayan finished speaking, he went to the front desk to pay the bill. The cost of a bottle of red wine and a private room was more than 100,000. Fortunately, he brought a credit card, or he really couldn't afford it.

After returning to H City, he packed up and moved away, strangely having no nostalgia when he left. When got to the new house rented and sat on the dusty floor, understood what heart palpitations are for no reason.

Two months later, Zhou Jiayan received a call from Pei Zheng, asking when he moved out.

At that time, Zhou Jiayan still used the fruit four that Pei Zheng bought for him. It was already very stuck, and it was easy to get a blank screen. In winter, the machine would crash to express his strong desire to retire.

But Zhou Jiayan was reluctant to change it, there were too many memories of him and Pei Zheng, no matter whether it was good or bad, it was just a thought after all.

He said, "I moved two months ago. I'm sorry, uncle, I forgot to say hello to you."

He talked a lot, said that he could support himself now, and left.

Thank you for taking care of me over the years, and I will definitely come to me if you need help in the future.

Said not to associate with President Jiang in the future, it's not a good idea to be narrow-minded.

Finally, he said, "Uncle, remember to wear a down jacket in winter. Don't always look good. You look good in a down jacket."

Pei Zheng was stunned for a while and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

And then, there is no plot where the golden fingers open up the counterattack and slap the scum in the face.

Time went forward very flatly. He was still a group leader in the film and television city. Later, he joined Dongfang as an agent, and occasionally paid attention to Pei Zheng's current situation - who he went in and out with, and who he was separated from. It has nothing to do with him, but every time look at it, the thoughts in heart lessen.

Pei Zheng didn't completely forget him. Every year on his birthday, he would receive text messages on time. If it is said that being remembered requires paying the price of separation, it is actually acceptable, it is better than leaving nothing in others' hearts.

One night, on a sauna day that requires air conditioning and quilts, Zhou Jiayan was sweating on the mat, and the fruit suddenly rang.

He already has a new mobile phone, and he has also changed to a new 4G number. It is self-evident who is calling on this mobile phone.

Pei Zheng's voice didn't sound sober. He was probably drunk again. He said the name of the clubhouse and said, "Jia Yan, come pick me up."

Zhou Jiayan put on his pants and drove out, and kept talking to Pei Zheng on the road to remind him not to fall asleep. When he got to the box, there was a man who wanted to do something to him. Zhou Jiayan threw the switchblade in his pocket in front of the man and walked away with Pei Zheng in his arms.

The two of them were silent on the way back, and they could feel that Pei Zheng was drunk, but not so drunk that he couldn't protect himself. At that level, if he doesn't want to, few people dare to really strengthen him.

Pei Zheng still lived in the old villa - the one they spent three Spring Festivals together. Zhou Jiayan changed Pei Zheng's clothes, wiped off the sweat on his body, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner to 25 degrees, covered his stomach and feet with a blanket, and turned to leave.

But Pei Zheng stopped him.

Pei Zheng had a gentle smile on his face. In the past, Pei Zheng was reluctant to smile at him like this, because he was too capable of taking an inch, and the sunshine would be bright. If Pei Zheng laughed, he would mistake it for a signal and rush to kiss and gnaw at others, which is very annoying.

"Huh?" Zhou Jiayan asked, "Headache?"

Pei Zheng smiled and said, "Jiayan, stay."

Zhou Jiayan was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling at that moment, but he could clearly hear that there was a villain in his heart clamoring to leave.

He leaned over, gently pulled down Pei Zheng's hand, put it under the quilt, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, this is the last time I call you that. If you have the chance, find a stable lover for the rest of your life. ......How tiring to float like this, it's time for you to dock."

"Jiayan," Pei Zheng shook his head, "you are still immature, and what I want is never a stable relationship."

Zhou Jiayan didn't argue with him, it was meaningless.It doesn't matter if he is immature or naive, at least he doesn't regret it.I don't regret being devoured by that person for more than ten years, and don't regret all the time and feelings wasted.

When he returned to his home, nothing was left of the sweat on the mat. He lay down on his side, thinking that he might not be able to fall asleep.

On the contrary, he not only fell asleep, but also had a dream.

Dreaming back to the age of seventeen, he wrote a line on the school's confession wall: [It's okay, you don't have to give me a chance, anyway, I still have a lifetime to waste]

Then he painted out the line and muttered, "Which idiot wrote this thing on the confession wall, it's really hypocritical."

The author has something to say: Dear little angels, this is the last part of this article, we really have to say goodbye.

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