Chapter 22 We Are the Same Kind

As soon as she opened the door, Sister Huahua looked around, looked at me with a smile, and asked gossipingly, "Where is your cousin?" Why don't you invite him in and sit down? ”

"Huh?" What cousin? I don't have a cousin!

"I said you, it's really not funny to have such a handsome cousin still hidden, if you hadn't met me today, you wouldn't have known. Don't introduce it to me quickly, so that I don't have time to go on a blind date in three days. Sister Huahua glared at me with an unhappy expression.

The "cousin" she said in her mouth wouldn't be Xu Chenyi, right?

I asked her, confused, "How do you know he's my cousin?"

"Wen Yimo said it!"

"......," I kept silent.

Sister Huahua asked again: "Where is your cousin?"

I casually made an excuse: "He's home."

Hearing my words, Sister Huahua was a little disappointed, and repeatedly asked me to ask Xu Chenyi out for dinner and introduce her to her.

It didn't take long for Wen Yimo to come back, just looking at me indifferently and sitting at a distance from me. Drinking and chatting with another rare male Lao Wang from the magazine, he poured wine into Lao Wang one by one. Lao Wang began to drink very happily, and gradually realized that something was wrong, and called "Xiaoliu Xiaoliu" one by one, very affectionate, and asked me to help him block two glasses of wine.

"Come, I'll pour it for you, Lao Wang." Wen Yimo said and poured another glass of liquor for Lao Wang.

Lao Wang's cheeks were red from drinking, and he looked at me sadly, "Xiaoyanagi ......"

Thinking of what I did just now, I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, my mind was hot, and I took the wine from Lao Wang's hand.

As soon as the wine glass reached his mouth, Wen Yimo's face changed, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he snatched the glass and drank it up.

In front of everyone's eyes, I lowered my head in embarrassment, and the others were also stunned, immediately changed the topic, and resumed the lively scene.

Wen Yimo no longer poured Lao Wang's wine, crossed Erlang's legs and smoked, and he didn't say a word to me until the party ended, and I didn't dare to talk.

In private, Sister Jiayi asked me many times, "What's wrong with you two?" I just used a light smile to hide my discomfort.

I followed Wen Yimo uneasily, glancing at him from time to time, but he was always expressionless and couldn't see joy or anger.

When I got in the car, I opened the back seat door, and Wen Yimo stopped me: "Sit in the front."

I shook my head violently, quickly sat in, closed the door and fastened my seatbelt.

He didn't get into the car, he looked at me through the window, I could feel the light in his eyes, and I refused to step forward.

Wen Yimo pulled the car door, leaned over to unbuckle my seat belt, and without saying a word, pulled me up and stuffed me into the front seat. The door slammed shut.

As soon as he got into the driver's seat, he slapped me in the face and kissed me fiercely, not gently, fiercely and angrily.

This kind of kiss is like swallowing my whole body, and even the room for breathing is stingy with me, and there is a strong smell of alcohol between my lips and teeth. I resisted and tried to dodge, Wen Yimo pressed the back of my head with one hand, and the other hand slid down to my waist, and my body couldn't help but tremble. The arm that was across my waist tightened more and more, firmly controlled, and I couldn't move at all, as if I wanted to rub myself into my body and become a part of him from then on.

"Yi Mo ......" I clearly felt the anger conveyed in his actions.

I'm sorry I hurt you again.

Wen Yimo ripped off my loose T-shirt, revealing half of my snow-white shoulders, and he sucked hard, forcibly leaving his mark on me.

"Painful ......" I almost cried, tears rolling in my eyes.

He stopped, his breathing was rapid, his eyes were bloodshot, and my heart trembled.

Wen Yimo roared like crazy: "Pain? Do you know what pain is? Liu Chenxi, you are my woman, you are mine! ”

He didn't continue, the lost reason came back little by little, and my tears finally flowed, and he brushed them away, frowning, regretting the madness just now.

I was disheveled, and the red kiss marks on my neck and shoulders seemed to be an indictment of his rudeness.

Wen Yimo touched every red mark, and his voice was low and hoarse: "I'm sorry."

I shook my head silently and straightened my clothes.

Yimo, don't blame yourself, it's me who is sorry for you, and the person who should say these three words is me. But I didn't have the courage to say this, only silence.

Wen Yimo rolled down the window and lit a cigarette. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he was like this, pumping one after another. The more he was like this, the more guilty I felt.

Wen Yimo: If I had met you earlier, I would have fallen in love with you.

It's just that there is no assumption, besides, he, has taken over my whole world.

Six years, six years of relationship, I also tried to let go and accept another person.

But I can't!

What should I do to forget the sunny boy who gave me warmth in my memory?

Wen Yimo stretched out his hand out of the window, shook off the cigarette ash, and sighed: "Liu Chenxi, you are really a hedgehog, you hurt me to the core."

I lowered my eyes and bowed my head in silence.

His voice sounded again: "The moment you let go of my hand and walked towards Xu Chenyi, do you know how much my heart hurts?" I don't think I'll ever forget the feeling of being twisted like a knife, I'm afraid of losing you. ”

"I know that you love him, and being with me is just to stimulate Luo Yi and make her retreat to fulfill Xu Chenyi, but I still can't extricate myself from it. What's so good about him that you can fight for him? ”

"Actually, we are the same kind of people, guarding someone who doesn't love us for many years. Love is numb, stupidity is pathetic, pathetic to the point of ridiculousness. After saying that, he let out a cold laugh, it was so sad.

I froze, then looked up at him in confusion. Years? What do you mean?

"Yimo, you ......"

The corners of Wen Yimo's mouth pulled into a wry smile: "You don't know, when we were in junior high school, we were from the same school, and I was two years older than you." Later, when you were in your second year of junior high school, I went to high school, and I always thought that you were still young, and I always thought, wait, wait two years, wait two years for you to be older. But waiting, waiting, suddenly one day you changed schools and went to another city, and I couldn't find you. Unexpectedly, many years later, I was ecstatic when you and I met in City A. But gradually you find that you are in love with someone else. ”

I was shocked in vain, how could this be? How could it be! Why am I not impressed at all? I can't remember if I've ever met him.

Maybe we met every Monday at the flag-raising ceremony, when I was the flag-raiser. Maybe I met at the freshman reception, maybe on the playground, in the cafeteria, and at the farewell party after the junior high school exam, but I didn't remember him. And I lived in his mind, in his heart, in his dreams for a long time.

"I thought you ......," I stopped.

Wen Yimo snorted coldly: "Think I'm just a temporary novelty for you?"

I was silent, and the guilt grew deeper.

Wen Yimo, like me, has always been silently in love with someone......

He continued, his tone obviously softer: "Liu Chenxi, I like you. No, to be exact, love. ”

There was a mist in my eyes, there was so much more I didn't know. In my eyes, he was just a gentleman, a playboy, but I didn't expect him to be so infatuated. Stretched out his hand and took the initiative to hug Wen Yimo's waist and buried his head in his chest.

"Dawn ......"

"Huh?"

As soon as he looked up, he was kissed again, obviously much gentler than the kiss just now, and his breathing and heartbeat were clearly heard.

It took a long time for him to let go of my lips and put his arms around me, and I leaned limply in his arms.

"I knew you'd laugh, and you'd love it. Dawn, I love you, will you be with me? ”

"I'm sorry ......"

"Whatever the purpose of our relationship, I hope you can try it with me."

"Yimo, are you serious?"

"Am I joking?"

"Then let's try it."

The bits and pieces of me and Wen Yimo came to mind, and he was always silently giving. For example, when eating, they will give me the meat in the bowl, and when they are in a bad mood, they will hold me in their arms and comfort me softly, and they will find ways to make me laugh...... But I rejected him again and again and hurt him.

Between loving and being loved, I used to choose the former.

Now that I think about it, maybe I was wrong, but the person in front of me is the person I should love and the right person.

Jiang Kexin is right, why bother squeezing the world that you can't enter?

Sometimes happiness is just a turning distance.

I will forget Xu Chenyi, I must forget Xu Chenyi, and I can't be sorry for Wen Yimo anymore.

It was the first time I leaned on him quietly like this, letting him hold it, and I don't know how long I kept such an ambiguous posture.

I shrunk in his arms and said in a very small voice: "Yimo, I'm sorry, it's me who is not good, and I hurt your heart again and again." Later...... No, it won't. ”

Wen Yimo smiled when he heard this, lowered his head and grabbed my hand, and took me to caress his face, lips, nose, eyes, and forehead little by little.

"I am Wen Yimo who only belongs to Liu Chenxi, past, present, and future." I nodded, then tilted my head and asked, "What do you like about me?"

"Cons." He replied simply and plainly.

"Am I not meritorious?" If you think about it, there are more disadvantages than advantages!

He pondered for a moment and replied earnestly, "Yes."

"Which ones?" I looked at him expectantly.

Unexpectedly, he was hit mercilessly by Wen Yimo: "Does a stomach as big as a cow count?"

Ahem, it's really not good, this is barely an advantage. "Uh, count, what else?"

"It's gone."

I pushed him away, sat up straight, and glared at him with my mouth pursed. "Am I really that bad?"

Under the faint light, the corners of Wen Yimo's mouth rose slightly: "I have poor vision, but I fell in love with a little pig with too many shortcomings to count."

He pampered the tip of my nose, and I stuck out my tongue and grimaced at him.

I think it's better to be loved happily than to fall in love with someone who doesn't love you.

That's good now.

I have perfected others, and I have perfected myself.