lover relationship

Chapter 101 Break Up

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When Sang Ye returned to the villa in Yuhua Courtyard, he was in a daze.

He bid farewell to Lin Wei at the Jianan Building, came back in a daze, and returned to his and Lin Wei's home in a daze.

Looking at the warm furnishings at home, those fluffy blankets, the spacious sofa that they have to squeeze together, the treadmill and dumbbell rack in front of the French windows, it seems that there is still the sound of Lin Chen's piano upstairs, accompanying him The violin, and laughter.

The shadow followed him, and Sang Ye walked into the room in a daze. They whispered sweetly on the bed, and said "I love you" with tears and sweat. Sang Ye was a little out of breath, and turned to the study.

...Lin Wei would sit at the desk, looking very serious about his work, and Sang Ye would make him drink very bitter coffee mischievously, and the man would drink it without frowning, and then calmly and gracefully call him over to punish him. Give him a very bitter kiss, swallowing the kiss will return the sweetness.

Sang Ye leaned against the door frame, and slowly walked along the wall to the wine storage room.

The temperature is comfortable, the floor is carpeted, and there is a pillow he brought with him when he came to steal a drink last time.

Lin Wei was caught up in company affairs, hurriedly answered the phone call from his elder brother, and rushed all the way back to the villa. When he opened the door, there was a burst of emptiness. He rolled through the room like a typhoon passing through, and there was no sign of Sang Ye anywhere. Knocking his head on the door of the study, his forehead immediately turned red, and there seemed to be the aroma of coffee beans in the study, and he missed the faint scent of perfume on Sang Ye's body.

Suddenly, Lin Wei seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly walked to the door of the wine storage room, pressed the fingerprint lock twice because of shaking hands, and then found a lover curled up in the corner of the wine storage room.

Lin Wei leaned against the door frame, his eyes were red, he stepped forward quickly and squatted down carefully, his fingers traced his face lightly and lightly through the air.

The smell of red wine pervades the room, there are empty bottles lying in disarray, Sang Ye's whole body smells of wine, half of the bottle of red wine in his hand has fallen down, and the spilled wine wets the carpet.

He was wearing a well-fitting formal suit today, well-cut and calm in color. Lin Wei clenched the ring box in his pocket, feeling a dull pain because of too much force.

Perhaps it was woken up by his uncontrollable sobs, Sang Ye opened his eyes with a "huh", drunk as if he had forgotten what happened this morning, their love was still the same as in the past, revealing cranberry white chocolate scent.

"You're back..." Sang Ye unconsciously raised his arms around Lin Wei's neck, and rubbed his ear affectionately.

"...Well." Lin Wei knew that he was drunk, so he was careful when hugging, for fear that too much force would burst the bubble at the moment.

Sang Ye rubbed furryly, and put a simple kiss on his neck, and suddenly asked him as if he was sober: "Why did we come to this point?"

Lin Wei felt a pain in his heart and could not answer.

Sang Ye hugged him and suddenly burst into tears, crying without any image. The child in his body, which had been dusty for a long time, peeled off the layers of camouflage and fiction outside the skin, revealing a cute, tear-stained little face.Sang Ye beat Lin Wei's shoulder with tears and snot in his eyes: "It's all your fault!"

Lin Wei hugged him distressedly: "It's my fault, Ah Ye...don't cry, Ah Ye..."

Sang Ye parted his neckline and bit his shoulder viciously, until his mouth smelled of rust, and seeing the bloody wound turn his shirt red, he let go in a daze, Lin Wei didn't groan, just coaxing him "Aye don't cry".

Sang Ye bumped his forehead against his chin, lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, tears poured down without any money, and Lin Wei's heart was riddled with holes and almost shattered.

Sang Ye said hoarsely, "I wanted to make bonbons this morning."

Lin Wei's heart trembled, and Sang Ye pressed his fingers on his lips to stop him from speaking, so he could only hear Sang Ye continued: "I was greedy for that bottle of cherry wine, so I drank it all up, try it, is it still sweet in my mouth?" ..."

He sat up and kissed Lin Wei, gently hooked his tongue with his tongue, parted and asked again: "Is it sweet?"

Lin Wei didn't taste the cherry wine, the aroma of red wine in the wine storage room filled Sang Ye's mouth, but he only tasted the saltiness of Sang Ye's tears.

Sang Ye leaned on his shoulder and said, "I asked Ferdinand to find it for me from the auction house, as well as the ring. I don't know where it is now..."

Lin Wei shook his shoulders and wanted to speak, but was covered by Sang Ye even faster, and kissed through the palm of his hand, Sang Ye cried and said: "I really love you, really, Lin Wei, you don't know what to do because of this sentence How much preparation I have made. When I think of home, I think of Sanqin whipping me with a belt. When I think of falling in love and getting married, I think of her withered corpse. They torture me every day, do you think you are the only one who is sick?"

Sang Ye looked at him, his vision was blurred by the water, and he couldn't see the outline clearly. Sang Ye looked into his eyes: "So you see, we are the same, we are the same neuropathy. Not all traumas can be healed Well, not all nightmares are hypocritical. If you don’t empathize with me, others will not be able to understand my cowardice and your possessiveness. In their view, we are all idiots who have nothing to worry about, and are all unrealistic obsessed with fantasy people."

"I really love you, I don't want to be separated from you, I don't want to be separated from you..." Sang Ye looked up at him, clutching his collar tightly like a rope ladder in a deep well, "Tell me Sang Qin in the end What's done, let's leave it to the courts to sentence him, and then we'll go, to the ends of the earth, to other places in the world that we haven't been to, okay?"

Lin Wei looked at him sympathetically, and Sang Ye shook him gently and asked, "Are you okay? Okay, Lin Wei? Take me away, it's you who don't leave me behind, do whatever you want, lock me up Get up and take me away, I will obey you!... As long as you don't lie to me, don't let me choose to die like she did back then..."

Sang Ye leaned on his shoulder and pressed his eyes, but he couldn't wait for an answer. He gradually began to tremble, and began to hate himself who had just shown weakness and Lin Wei who didn't say a word.

Sang Ye: "Have you decided not to speak?"

Lin Wei's expression was indifferent, Sang Ye pushed him away and looked at him coldly, his drunken madness screamed in silence, Sang Ye picked up the empty wine bottle beside him and threw it at his feet: "Get out! Get out of here !"

The red wine bottle that hit the baseboard exploded, and the flying fragments streaked across the end of Lin Wei's eyes as if he had cried a drop of blood.Sang Ye shattered the window, and smashed bottles of famous wine from inside onto the floor and wall!

Lin Wei stepped forward to stop his madness, but Sang Ye struggled to beat him, threw his fists on him and cried, "I'll find the evidence myself! I'll go find Sang Qin myself! I don't need you! It's overdue! This No one in the world can be trusted except yourself! Get out! You madman! Liar! Get out! Get out!"

"Aye! Sangye!" Lin Wei held him tightly, preventing him from hurting himself with the fragments, and forcefully dragged him out of the wine storage room.

Holding his favorite Mouton 1945 in his hand, Sang Ye wrestled with Lin Wei, in a trance like insanity, and said that he would kill him, and said that he was going to go back to France and never come back.During the dispute, the bottle of 1945 flew out and hit the white wall, shattered and exploded with a "bang", like a firework exploding, and the wine flowed down the wall like scarlet blood.

Amidst the loud noise, both of them stopped, their bellows-like undulating chests seemed to be sucking out the last breath of life in their lungs.

Sang Ye looked at the wall with a pale face, and Lin Wei didn't give in.

For a while, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing in the room... Lin Wei regained his senses first, and pressed down on Sang Ye to slow down his voice as much as possible: "Aye, leave Sang Qin's affairs to me, okay? I will definitely..."

"No." Sang Ye turned to look at him, the strangeness and rejection in his eyes stung Lin Wei's nerves, Sang Ye stood up and took care of his clothes - even though his suit jacket was already soaked in wine, his shirt Also rumpled - he groomed himself, smoothing his hair in a very affected and graceful way.

"It's over," Sang Ye took his gentleman's stick from the table, his red eyes were deliberately ignored, he supported himself with his head upright, looked at Lin Wei from top to bottom, and said, "It's over, you have failed."

"Sang Ye!" Lin Wei quickly stood up and grabbed his wrist. Sang Ye raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently: "Are you going to use Sang Qin's affairs to make a deal with me? If not, you can let go."

Lin Wei clenched his wrist so tightly that it hurt, Sang Ye smiled lightly, leaned forward and asked him in a malicious whisper: "Boss Lin, how did the rabbit you liked when you were young die?"

Lin Wei was shocked, and there were red marks on Sang Ye's skin where he was holding Sang Ye's wrist tightly. Finally, Lin Wei let go of his hand slowly and slowly, pressing down to calm himself down, and his voice was also hoarse: "Ah Ye , let's take some time to adjust, just like the previous quarrel, we all think about it carefully, but we don't separate, okay?"

Sang Ye sneered shortly, and Lin Wei asked him wearily, "Are you okay?"

"Okay," Sang Ye replied briskly and perfunctorily, "Then I'm leaving, bye."

Lin Wei's throat and heart hurt from being choked by him, but he couldn't say anything, he could only watch Sang Ye leave.

Sang Ye didn't go back to the 32nd floor, but went to the small apartment he bought with Lin Wei in April and May of the Cold War.When the cleaning aunt cleaned it up and Sang Ye buried herself in the bed, she felt that this small house always had a rotten and musty smell.

Sang Ye fell into a drowsy sleep, and his dream was full of blood and blood, but he didn't see the cinnabar mole or the red rose.

The cleaning aunt hadn't left yet, and she was startled when she saw Sang Ye sitting on the bed and looking out in the dark: "Sir, are you okay! Oh, I was shocked! Did you not sleep well? Would you like some hot milk?"

Sang Ye shook his head and said no, and sent his aunt away and told her not to come these days. Auntie thought she was going to be fired and wanted to justify herself, but she didn't dare to speak when she met his bloodshot eyes.

He didn't sleep for long, and couldn't sleep at all.

Sang Ye sat on the bed silently, drunk for several days.

No one will take care of his drunkenness anymore, and no one will force him to cherish his body with a strong attitude. No one will wipe his face and body with a hot towel, no one will hug him to bathe and wash, squeeze the toothpaste on his toothbrush, or even Brush his teeth with his own hands when he is being coquettish and lazy; no one will watch musicals with him, no one will tolerate all his mischief and rebellion, no one will coax him to kiss his hair at night...

The boat was moored, but the port was eroded and smashed by the waves, and Sang Ye sat in the room, with heavy curtains blocking all the light outside.

Fu Zhifei called him, and told him about his new life with Shu Wang with a relaxed and happy tone—they were probably going to be together, and there was a kind of sweetness in Fu Zhifei's language.

Sang Ye was very sad when he heard it, and thought that he would have to pay it back sooner or later. He tortured Fu Zhifei so many times to show his affection in front of him, and now he still has to taste the bitter fruit himself.

Sang Ye magnanimously expressed his blessing to Fu Zhifei, and then made him bitter, saying that he had guessed that Fu Zhifei would fall on that child.

He thought about the information about Shu Wang he had read from Lin Wei, he hesitated to speak, and in the end he still didn't tell Fu Zhifei that he was Shu Wang's savior - Fu Zhifei was different from him, Fu Zhifei was stronger and more considerate , can handle these things well.

His voice was a little limp, but Fu Zhifei heard something was wrong and asked him what was wrong.

Sang Ye had a sore nose, and shed tears silently on this end, feeling that his heart was broken and he was about to die.

Fu Zhifei thought he was still joking like not long ago, so he jokingly asked, "What did you do to drive Boss Lin away?"

The room was groggy and smelled of alcohol, and Sang Ye suddenly didn't know how to answer. His silence made Fu Zhifei realize the seriousness of the matter, so he lost his teasing tone.

Sang Ye thought, what should I say?Said that he collected the information of everyone around me, and also checked your little boyfriend?Or tell him about Sang Qin, those painful things that made him weak?

Sang Ye quietly looked at the broken wine bottles on the ground, at the ones he smashed in his apartment—like the ones he smashed in Lin Teng’s villa—there was liquid on the wall that exploded, Sliding across the walls like brown tears.

Lin Wei will not give the freedom he wants, and the truth he wants will not be able to see the truth because of Lin Wei's doting and pity. They will always be themselves, and they will always be in the maze of love. No one can change and no one can correct the sickness.

They yearn for the light but embrace the darkness, tame each other but tear each other apart.

There is a sad beauty in the night sky, for one of the twinkling stars has his withered red rose on it.

Sang Ye looked at the mottled wall, and finally said indifferently: "I quarreled with Lin Chen because of a sip of red wine."

"And then?" Fu Zhifei asked.

"Then?" Sang Ye looked at the traces on the wall, thinking of his favorite little cinnabar mole on Lin Wei's waist, his voice was distorted and exhausted on the phone, "then we had a quarrel, and we broke up, and the wine also broke up. smashed..."

"It splattered on the wall like a smear of mosquito blood."

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