From Body to Love

Meng Fu has a biological clock. No matter how late he stays at night, he can wake up on time at six o'clock in the morning all the year round. When he opened his eyes, his head was not fully awake, and his eyes were a little swollen due to sleepiness.

He sat on the sofa and paused for a few seconds. When his head was clearer, he wrote a note to thank Ye Yan for taking care of Xiaoyi and himself. He went to work later, so he left first.

In the late autumn morning, it was lonely. The sky was bleak and lonely white light. He was wearing a single cut long sleeved T-shirt. Because he didn't bring money, he walked back slowly alone.

The cold wind seemed to be mixed with strong hatred on his face. He rubbed his arms and quickly crossed one street after another.

At first, however, several people hurried through this sleepy city. Meng Fu felt that their faces were like walking corpses without expression. Then, there were more and more people, and all kinds of voices began to fill the empty city.

As the body slowly warmed, the sun came out of the thick clouds, and a slight smile appeared on Meng Fu's face.

This kind of smile is like the illusion of being wrapped in the shell of happiness. However, he doesn't care, because he thinks it's good, even if it has a little connection with the word happiness.

After walking for a long time, before he reached downstairs, he reached out and took out the key from his pants pocket.

Downstairs is a black car, very familiar, but not sure who it is. He never remembers the license plate number until he inadvertently tilts back to the window, and he can't move any more.

The people in the window were staring at him with cold eyes, like a poisonous snake about to catch prey, waiting to spit out its fangs and inject poison.

He couldn't laugh any more. The slight smile seemed to be dispersed by the autumn wind in an instant, scattered in the air and couldn't be seen at all.

He watched Guze get out of the car and stand in front of him. Then, he habitually lowered his head and said, "Mr. Gu."

After a month's absence, Meng Fu seemed to be thinner, and his face was ruddy than usual because of walking. Gu Ze stared at Meng Fu's smooth neck. What he wanted to say suddenly swallowed back to his heart. Obviously, he had thought a lot of words in the car.

"Mr. Gu." Meng Fu said again, "if there's nothing wrong, I'll go home first."

If it was normal, he might ask Guze to go up and have a glass of water, but now he is afraid. He is afraid that Guze will enter his house, because he will think of that night, the night he was raped.

Seeing that Guze didn't answer, he hurriedly turned around and walked upstairs, as if there were hungry wolves and wild animals behind him, who would rush over suddenly.

Gu Ze stood and paused for a few seconds. In his vision was Meng Fu's emaciated back. Then he strode to catch up, as if to stick to Meng Fu's back.

Suddenly, a bunch of keys fell to the ground, crisp, breaking the false silence.

Meng Fu didn't dare to turn around. He even squeezed out a smile, "Mr. Gu, what can I do for you?"

"Are you afraid of me?" Guze retreated two steps, and the space seemed to be pulled huge at once. "Meng Fu, your reaction really makes me happy."

Meng Fu's shoe back began to arch slowly. Gu Ze knew that he must be tightening his feet.

After the fun, Gu Ze's hesitation and regret dissipated at the moment. He took two steps, leaned his back against the wall, leaned his head to observe Meng Fu, and said leisurely, "do you remember the feeling of being raped by a man?"

He knew that Meng Fu would not give him any answer, and he didn't expect Meng Fu to answer him, "remember" or "don't remember", which is an indelible fact for Meng Fu. That's enough.

He was sweating. Now the temperature fell down and the whole person was cold. Meng Fu's face soon faded from the ruddy and pale. He thought it would be good if he didn't come back and go to work directly. He knew he couldn't avoid Guze, but he could hide for a while.

Meng Fu always hoped that he could have a shell like a turtle. When he was afraid, he retracted into the shell. He was never a brave and fearless person. He just wanted to be a turtle protected by a hard shell.

However, he didn't even have the right to be a coward. In front of Guze, he didn't have any armor to protect.

"Where do you work now?" Guze continued.

"In a nightclub." His voice was low and honest.

Suddenly, Guze restrained his smile. The man even worked in a nightclub. "Why are you addicted to being raped by a man and running there to find a man? Meng Fu, are you ashamed? "

"I'm doing serious work."

"Oh." Guze sneered, "that's good. That kind of place is suitable for you." Just as a place like prison is suitable for this person, "which nightclub is it?"

Meng Fu didn't answer. He knew that the reason why Meng Fu didn't answer was that he was afraid to publicize that he was a murderer. "Don't worry, I'll say you are a murderer. Although it's true, it seems good to think about it. Beautiful murderers are very popular in that place."

Sure enough, Meng Fu reacted. He turned his head, "Mr. Gu."

As usual, the three words are full of desire.

Before Gu Ze reacted, a couple in their fifties came back with the dishes they had bought. They looked at Meng Fu and Gu Ze strangely, shook their heads and muttered in a low voice, "young people now..."

The words in the back were getting lower and lower. Afraid that others might be suspicious, Meng Fu quickly picked up the key on the ground, opened the door and said to Guze, "go in and sit down."

Gu Ze still walked barefoot to the sofa and sat down naturally. Then he watched Meng Fu pour water naturally and stood aside. He didn't let him sit, but the man stood all the time.

"In which nightclub?" He asked again. His legs were put up at random and leaned against the sofa, like interrogating a prisoner.

"Night lover."

"There." It used to be di Jun's territory, but most of Di Jun's rights have been transferred in the past few years. I don't know whether he is still in charge of Di Jun now. Guze thinks about the information he got. Is Meng Fu now fooling around with di Jun? He guessed, "I heard that di Jun was released from prison recently."

"Yes, brother Di gave me this job." Before Gu Ze's inquiry, he really answered like a prisoner.

"You've been mixed with the underworld, Meng Fu. Do you think you can get rid of the murderer's past and me by following Di Jun?"

"No." Meng Fu shook his head and stared at the glass of water. "I just work there normally. I don't want to get rid of it." Even if you want to get rid of it, you will quickly remind yourself. Meng Fu, don't try to avoid it. If you make a mistake, you have to wait for forgiveness.

"Yes, you can't get rid of it."

In the living room, the wall clock turned silently. Meng Fu looked up at the time a little and was in a hurry, "Mr. Gu, can I go to work first?"

"The nightclub doesn't work at this point."

"I'm doing a part-time job and handing out leaflets."

"How much is it a day?" Regardless of Meng Fu's haste, Gu Ze asked slowly, "is there such a lack of money?"

Yes, he is very short of money. He needs to support himself and Xiaoyi. He needs to go to the hospital to buy some delicious food for those children. He needs to visit his parents from time to time.

"Ten dollars an hour. Do more, do more. "

Guze didn't speak, paused for a few seconds, like issuing an amnesty order, and said, "go to work."

Meng Fu quickly turned and went to the bathroom. After washing hurriedly, he ran to the room to change his clothes. He didn't even notice that Guze was still sitting on the sofa.

The man sitting on the sofa turned his head and looked at Meng Fu in such a hurry. It's only ten yuan an hour. How long does this man have to work every day, like a robot, without getting tired?

Then, he saw the man who came out of the room and only wore half his T-shirt. The man finally looked at him and stopped for only half a second. He quickly pulled down his clothes to cover his naked body.

"Mr. Gu, I have to go."

"Don't you have breakfast?"

"It's too late." He hurriedly put on his shoes and went out. Seeing that Guze still didn't move, he said, "Mr. Gu, please close the door."