Reservoir Dogs

Chapter 53

Fu Jingsan roared until his throat was itchy, and after he finished speaking, he coughed violently, the veins on his neck bulged and his face flushed.

Huo Yunjiang was stunned for a second, then subconsciously raised his hand and walked around behind him, trying to help him to relax.But as soon as the other party raised his arm, he blocked his hand: "Cough...don't touch me...ah!"

No one expected that Fu Jingsan opened the man, but his own foot slipped down the steps, and then he was severely injured the moment he touched the ground, and his whole body tilted down and could no longer stabilize his center of gravity.Huo Yunjiang hurriedly grabbed him, and his fingertips were only two centimeters away from his clothes: "Jing San!..."

"thump!"

The icy river water splashed onto Huo Yunjiang's cheeks, and the young man fell into the water, his hair was instantly drenched by the splashing water and stuck to his face messily.

Fortunately, the ladder was built all the way to the bottom of the water, and the place where Fu Jingsan fell into the water was only half a person high. He sat in the water panting heavily, and his teeth chattered from the cold in an instant.Huo Yunjiang was in a hurry to save him, but he soon realized that the young man could not be submerged in the water, so he slowed down and walked closer to look at him.

Fu Jingsan frowned, staggered to his feet in the water while trembling, and took a lot of effort every step he took.

The appearance was really embarrassing, but the scene was a little funny.

If it were someone else's bad luck, Huo Yunjiang was basically indifferent, he would not be eager to help, but he would not be cynic.But it can be replaced by Fu Jingsan—the same Fu Jingsan after roaring "I love you" just now, it is too different for Huo Yunjiang.

He listened to the sound of water brought up by Fu Jingsan's movements, and looked at the angry but trembling young man; the man couldn't hold back, he sneered, and the corner of his mouth subtly hooked up.

"Laughing at your mother?" Fu Jingsan scolded.

"I'm sorry..." Huo Yunjiang said shallowly, and stretched out his hand to him with a smile.

Fu Jingsan paused, looked at the hand in front of him, remembered the words he yelled just now, and felt embarrassed after knowing it.

He hesitated for half a second before raising his hand to hold the man's warm palm.

"Come up quickly."

"I want to go up," Fu Jingsan said, and suddenly pulled the man towards him with force, "Get down for me!"

"thump!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Fu Jingsan, who was soaked and his hair and clothes were still dripping, stood in the water laughing wildly while holding his stomach; Huo Yunjiang took his place just now and fell into the water, no longer like the usual gentle and elegant young master.

Fu Jingsan came out of the bathroom and threw his soaked clothes into the washing machine.Wrapped in a gray blanket and wearing Huo Yunjiang's home **Y/Q/Z/W/5/C/O/M** pants, he looked at the apartment as if he was shopping.

When he came to his apartment last time, Fu Jingsan was beaten to the bone, and he was in a daze and didn't have the mood to look at anything; The rooms are somewhat similar, nice enough but lifeless.

As he was watching, the man came out with a porcelain bowl, bringing out a smell of sliced ​​ginger: "Drink it."

"Oh." Fu Jingsan took it over, admiring the decorations on the wall without looking back, "Why don't you plant some grass in your house, it looks lifeless."

"I'm often away, and no one takes care of me." He accepted Fu Jingsan's collectively referring to "potted plants" as "grass" without hindrance, went to the bedroom to get two changes of clothes, and went to the bathroom.

"Then you should do some colorful decorations. This living room is the same as the office, and the office is a bit rough..." Fu Jingsan sipped ginger soup, and when she turned to look at Huo Yunjiang, she only heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

Fu Jingsan had no choice but to continue looking around, wandering from the living room to the study, the study to the kitchen, and after scooping up another bowl of ginger soup, he wandered to the bedroom.

The books on the bookshelf are neat and tidy, but it seems that no one has turned them over for a while, and there is a thin layer of dust on them.Fu Jingsan stretched out his fingers to touch it, then wiped it off the bookshelf in disgust.Probably what Huo Yunjiang said was true, he didn't stay here at all, but he still bought a house here.

It's incomprehensible that rich people waste their money.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the titles on the spine of the books, and looked down row by row, and actually saw the textbooks from high school at the bottom.

He suddenly became interested, put the bowl on the small table, knelt down and took out a book from it.It was an English book. Fu Jingsan no longer remembered whether they were sitting at the same table when using this book, and just flipped through it quickly page by page.

It is full of scribbled notes, Huo Yunjiang's handwriting is just like his own, scribbled and difficult to understand but neat and beautiful.

Until a certain page, in the corner of the blank page,. . . . Y. Q. Z. W. 5. . . . C***O***M#言,,,情,,, Chinese,,, net wrote a sentence in children's fonts: What's for lunch?

This look is his words.

Fu Jingsan grinned silently, as if the moment he saw this line of words, he went back to the time when he smelled the scent of grass and trees on Huo Yunjiang's body in class several years ago and fell asleep drowsily.At that time, he already felt that he **Y_Q_Z_W_5_C_O_M** had a harder life than others, and occasionally he felt resentful, wondering why he and his sister had such a bad life.But compared to now, at that time he could be called carefree in a sense, at least he could like another person wantonly, not knowing that there were so many obstacles that they should take care of.

Laughing all the time, he flipped through one and took another.

Among those textbooks was a thin exercise book. Fu Jingsan took it out, and when he opened the first page, he saw the formulas and numbers written by Huo Yunjiang.He quickly turned to the last page—as expected, straight lines drawn by hand appeared in front of his eyes, interlaced with the horizontal grids printed on the book to form a chessboard. On it was the 5 rounds of the battle between him and Huo Yunjiang... .....y...Q.....Z.....W.....[-].....C .....O............M............Say............... .感情......Chinese..........Chinese...........Network....

One page after another, many pages from the back are them ***Y***Q***Z***W***5***C***O***M#言&&&情#中文&&&& net is playing backgammon.

"Turn through my things?" Suddenly, a man's voice appeared behind him.

Fu Jingsan pursed his lips and couldn't stop smiling, turned around and said, "Why do you keep these, as chess records?"

"If you want to keep it, you can keep it," Huo Yunjiang rubbed his hair, "There is no reason."

Fu Jingsan then flipped through the next book: "I didn't think so before, but now I realize that your handwriting is pretty pretty."

"Miao Zan." Huo Yunjiang sat down on the soft sofa next to him, picked up his unfinished half bowl of ginger soup, and drank it without hesitation, "You said you met Tan Xin, you actually have something to do Want to ask me?"

"Ah."

"Did he say anything to you?"

"I didn't say anything," Fu Jingsan said while turning the pages, "I heard people say that his family has fallen, so I guess it has something to do with you."

"Yes."

"That's why you are raising him? di.jiu.zww.C..O..M..Ninth Chinese Network is going to raise him for the rest of his life?"

"If you are jealous, I can give him a sum of money." Huo Yunjiang said.

"...Then what did you do?"

"Just ask him to come to my house to find me the next day, so that my father's eyeliner will know who the same sex is related to me." Huo Yunjiang said lightly, "My father doesn't like ugly people, he doesn't make trouble or If he will come forward, he usually asks the secretary to deal with it directly, so that people will quit in spite of the difficulties."

"..." Fu Jingsan was speechless for a while, then turned to look at him, "You know that there is a trap and you still push him down? After all, it's your first love..."

"Didn't he want money, and I gave it too." Huo Yunjiang said, "The last time he came to me, he wanted to ask me for a project, not the kind of relationship you think. And is first love important? It's just me Just because I happened to agree to him, doesn't mean I loved him... Didn't you say I have no feelings?"

"...Then isn't he too pitiful..."

"He doesn't have to come that day." He lit a cigarette, and continued to say without any waves, "He wants to please me for money, so he should be ready to be considered as an abandoned child. And I want him to replace You, that's why I gave him a lot of money and endured years of socializing with him . . . he's not pitiful."

"Replace me..."

Fu Jingsan immediately figured out what was going on.

So what Zhang Qiankun said, "parents were fired suddenly", "brother was falsely accused of dropping out of school", "can't find a job", were all written by Huo Yunjiang's father.These things should have happened to him, he was the same sex who had a relationship with Huo Yunjiang.

And Huo Yunjiang had anticipated this possibility a long time ago, and had already figured out who would bear this "crime" the next day, or even the night before.

That idiot Tan Xin really jumped in.

Tan Xin's family was well-off and they were treated like that. If it was him and his sister...Fu Jingsan didn't dare to imagine further.

He really deserved that punch.

"...You are too cruel, Huo Yunjiang."

"I never said I was a nice guy."

Fu Jingsan felt a little uncomfortable, his chest was tight - he guessed that these things were related to Huo Yunjiang, but when he really heard him say it without care, it was difficult for him to describe his feelings.So he awkwardly put the book back into the shelf, stood up and planned to go out: "...I'm going to get the cigarettes."

"Jing San." But Huo Yunjiang didn't let him succeed, he quickly grabbed him, "He is poor, it's not your fault, I don't care about his life or death."

The man stood up after him, squeezed his wrist and approached step by step until he was pushed against the bookshelf behind him.

"You said you love me," they pressed their noses against their noses, breathing entangled, "isn't that right."

"..."

"Ok?"

"...What about you?" Fu Jingsan lowered her eyes, her voice was too low to be heard, "You are married."

"She and I were married by agreement. We divorced a year later. Soon, there are still five months left. I have never touched her...I have never touched anyone other than you."

"...Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Then why didn't you ask earlier?"

"My fault?"

"It's your fault," Huo Yunjiang said, "It's because you didn't admit it, it's because you love your sister and yourself more than me."

"...it's not the same feeling at all..."

"For me." The man's voice was low and sexy, "but I forgive you. It's okay, Jing San, there's still time."

"How do I know if what you said is true or not..."

"You verify slowly, I don't mind."

It was difficult for him to stabilize his thoughts at this distance, those people and those things somehow drifted away in his consciousness.

Fu Jingsan had the illusion of being drunk. He blinked, looked at the thin lips that were close at hand, slowly and jerkyly turned his head, nervous and dazed as if kissing for the first time, and finally closed his eyes and kissed the man.