/ So, please, don't let me leave you, I can't feel a trace of affection except you/

After finishing speaking, Yan Leng stared at Cen Ge's eyes with burning eyes, and didn't dodge anymore, because what Cen Ge needed was not his useless guilt, but his happiness for the rest of his life.

Cen Ge said yes.

Then he picked up a dozen beers on the ground and was about to push the door out, Yan Leng immediately reached out and grabbed Cen Ge. Yan Leng looked at Cen Ge, carefully and carefully did not let go of the slightest expression, but he read a full of questions, which was clear at a glance.

A clear question, Yan Leng understood.

Why don't you let me go, is there anything else? This is the love of Cen Ge read out by Yan Leng.

Yan Leng suddenly remembered that when he first met Cen Ge, he was such a person, not romantic at all, nor understanding the amorous at all, but he had always been gentle and cared for him, and later ...... Yan Leng's heart couldn't help but ache, Cen Ge, who was so hard but only so gentle to him, was later tortured by him like that.

He still remembers the way he turned his head sideways and lost his appearance when he found Cen Ge, and he also remembered so clearly the way Cen Ge lay in his arms and couldn't shake his hand back at the end, and Cen Ge fell asleep so quietly forever. Cen Ge will never know how clear Yan Leng will be when he sees Cen Ge again in this life. He wouldn't know how grateful God was to Yan Leng for seeing his angular muscles.

When Yan Leng understood Cen Ge's question, he could only reluctantly let go of Cen Ge's hand, sighed, and whispered, "Cen Ge, you are really ......." Then I thought that Cen Ge at this age, Cen Ge, who had not been tortured by him to the point of being bruised all over his body, should be like this, arrogant, pure, hard as a stone, and would not ask others for a penny of preferential treatment.

But Yan Leng didn't dare to leave Cen Ge behind at this time, because he was not Mr. Zhang, but Yan Leng, who was willing to respect and trust each other with him, and he couldn't force his beloved crane to bend his neck and bow his head. So, he let go, and he couldn't open his mouth to keep it.

The moment the door closed, Cen Ge lowered his head, and two lines of tears flowed down like this, but his face was smiling, and his shoulders were trembling. When Yan Leng was languishing alone, why wasn't Cen Ge like this? He lied to himself, if Yan Leng didn't care about him and didn't like him anymore, then he could let go in a chic manner and not be entangled. Yes, he can do it, but he can't stop liking Yan Leng, and he can't be wanton in a life without warmth and hope.

Cen Ge was deliberately going to leave just now, he didn't really understand Yan Leng's thoughts, but he was not a woman, and he couldn't tolerate himself living on another man and being another man's attachment. He is a man who stands up to the sky, he will not rely on anyone, no matter how difficult it is, he will use his own strength to go on.

Yan Leng let go of his hand, Cen Ge understood that Yan Leng understood him, was willing to let him have a complete self, was willing to fulfill his pride, and was willing to walk side by side with him.

Cen Ge couldn't help but shed tears the moment he closed the door, only Cen Ge himself knew what Yan Leng's words meant to him. It was his salvation, a pair of hands when he fell into despair, a new meaning to his life.

He's been really lonely for too long.

After a long time, he almost forgot the feeling of being cherished.

The people on the dance floor in the town are just swinging their waists to their heart's content, shaking their hair of various colors, swaying vigorously to the deafening music, and under the bewitching lights, they are like taking off all kinds of masks during the day, indulging themselves in this moment.

The people outside the dance floor, it doesn't matter if they know or don't know each other, they just want to find false happiness and freedom from alcohol, Cen Ge looks down on them, no matter how well-dressed they are during the day, when they sell their time and their ** by drinking and getting drunk, they are no different from the walking dead.

Cen Ge carried a beer and shuttled through the group of men and women. It's always easy to sell wine to people who want to get drunk, and soon, Cen Ge sold out two dozen beers and poured a belly full of beer, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

In the bathroom, Cen Ge poked his fingers into his throat, and after a few retching sounds, his stomach was tumbling, and the wine he had just poured down was vomited completely.

Cen Ge looked at himself in the mirror, his pale face still had some water droplets, and he didn't know if it was a cold sweat or water stains that didn't dry. Cen Ge only felt that the wound on his back suddenly burned badly, his legs were also a little shaking, the green tendons on his forehead jumped suddenly, and he didn't know whether his stomach was vomiting or because he was hungry.

But Cen Ge just lifted his shirt, dried his face, looked at the mirror, made a somewhat stiff smile, turned around and went out, and returned to that vain place, but there was no smile on his face.

I don't know who the smile just now was for, it's so stiff and ugly.

Just when Cen Ge raised his head and poured down the first bottle of wine, Yu Guang suddenly caught a person he knew very well, on the high platform in front of the dance floor, the original lead singer didn't know where he went, and the rest of the people were nowhere to be seen, only the saxophonist and he was still standing on the stage.

Yan Leng.

"If I hadn't met you, where would I have been, and how would my life be......" Yan Leng's voice was very low, and there was a lot of noise next to him, but Cen Ge could hear it so clearly, every word was so clear.

"Let the time pass in a hurry, I only care about you, and I am willing to infect your breath......" Yan Leng and Cen Ge are so far apart, separated by so many people, but when they look at each other from afar, it seems to be close at hand, this voice seems to ring in the ears and in the bottom of the heart.

"So I beg you, don't let me leave you, I can't feel a trace of affection except for you......" Cen Ge knew who Yan Leng was singing this song for, and he also understood Yan Leng's shining eyes, so, he hummed softly, he knew that Yan Leng could hear it.

"Let the time pass by, I only care about you...... I can't feel a trace of affection except for you......" At this moment, Yan Leng's eyes were exceptionally bright and dazzling.

Cen Ge/Yan Leng, I only care about you.

The confession of a song, the intersection of two bundles of eyes, and the wordless dialogue, as if they have spent such a long time together, Yan Leng and Cen Ge at this moment seem to have forgotten all the unpleasantness before, and in their eyes, there is nothing else except each other.

They were all looked at by each other, pretended to be in their hearts, and almost overflowed.

I can't feel a trace of affection except for you.