"Angel?" I suddenly felt that after all this time, I still didn't know the person in front of me.

"How?"

"You shouldn't doubt me." I broke away from him and turned on the Sprite, the sweet sodas were relaxing. "I'm not going to part with you."

"Kang Rong," Anqi sighed lightly, "Do you know what the biggest difference between the earthlings and the tomb people is?" ”

"What?"

"Earthlings don't always know what they really want. The people of the tombs, on the other hand, always keep the laws of nature in mind. Angel's voice was cold, "If you ask anyone on the street, they will say that they want peace, wealth, happiness, and friends...... But they were not satisfied. Because that's not what they really want. ”

"And what do they really want?"

I don't agree with Angel. Because I want those things too - everybody wants them, don't they?

"Just like my dad, he has been chasing fame and fortune for so many years, reaching today's heights, and achieving achievements that most people can't achieve in two lifetimes. But he himself was still miserable......"

"Pain?" I recalled the only few times I met Zhao Wei, "He looked very calm......"

Angel was helpless, "It's because you're used to suppressing your emotions that you're so prone to chronic disease." ”

Well, I don't understand any of this and can't refute it.

"What my dad really wants, even he doesn't dare to admit it."

"What does he really want?" I'm curious.

"Hehe, he still doesn't know. However, it must have nothing to do with his current achievements, and it has nothing to do with his marriage. Angel is like an old-fashioned, out-of-the-world storyteller, "Kang Rong, you don't know what you want." ”

Of course I don't know - if I knew, I would have been striving to chase the so-called lofty ideals, would I still be a monk for a day and hit the clock for a day?

"Nonsense...... So do you know what you want? I asked Angel in frustration.

"Yes. I want you. Angel's eyes, hollow by hallucinogens, were sunken and stared straight at me.

I suddenly felt weak and panicked.

Angel took my Sprite and took a sip. "My dad willingly gave up everything for your mom, what about you? Would you like to? ”

“……”

This question, I never thought about it.

I was poor in the truest sense of the word, and I never had anything.

But if I give up my studies all at once, leave my mother and Angel away forever...... I won't necessarily refuse, but I will hesitate.

"Kang Rong, I was afraid to become family with you at first...... But after seeing the changes in my mother, I wonder every day if I am willing to give up everything for you......"

I felt tightness in my chest. I'm still young, and there's still a long way to go; I can't afford the weight of the word "everything".

"Later, I wondered if you would be willing to do it for me."

Angel's words hit me word by word. I felt dizzy and couldn't make a sound.

He began to accuse me again: "Kang Rong, you always say that you won't let go first. But if I don't take the initiative to take a step forward, you'll never get any closer. ”

I remembered Anqi's coldness on the eve of the end of the term, and frowned and denied: "It's obvious that you are avoiding me." ”

Angel suddenly covered my eyes: "You're avoiding me too, aren't you?" ”

This sentence pricked my eardrums. I could only see his dark eyes through the gaps in his fingers.

I whispered, "Angel." I really want to go on with you. ”

"Then prove it to me."

He pressed me against the door again. His crotch was clinging to mine. His palms oozed cold sweat that stinged my eyes.

My scalp tightened: "Angel, you put it down." ”

Angel groped for me more recklessly. I don't know if marijuana is messing him up, or if he's really resentful of my involuntary behavior.

I wanted to break his hand covering his eyes, but he bit it: "Kang Rong, it's been a long time since that incident, and you've come out of the shadows, haven't you?" ”

His cold hand gripped my buttocks. I realized he was talking about Li Yonghua. My body stiffened again.

All along, we have always solved each other's needs with our hands. We've tried using our mouths, but we didn't like the taste. I was content with this simple physical exchange, and Angel didn't ask for anything else.

It's true that I'm no longer bothered by the previous experience of aggression, but I'm somewhat resistant to that approach.

"Relax, I won't let you hurt." Angel's tone became demagoguery.

I took a deep breath: "Angel, don't cover my eyes. I paused, "I want to see you." ”

Angel hesitated to remove her hand. I squeezed a smile out at him.

I silently cheered myself up, and I was able to survive being cursed by my aunt and uncle every day, and there was nothing terrible about it.

Still, Angel wanted me to prove himself in a strange way — if it were me, I might have him cut a piece of his finger and soak it in formalin, or jump off the roof.

But if he wants that, I don't think there's anything to it.

In the blink of an eye, we were honest with each other. I stroked the crescent tattoo on his chest: "You lighten up, I'm going to check in tomorrow morning in the thieves' den." ”