From Body to Love

Guze's family ordered a newspaper. The newspaper deliverer would put the newspaper in the mailbox every day. Aunt Zhang would take it out and put it on the table. Guze would turn it over after breakfast and look at the financial page.

This is probably all the value of these newspapers.

Meng Fu went downstairs to pour water and happened to meet Aunt Zhang who came in with a newspaper. After taking a sip, he put down the water cup, "Aunt Zhang."

"Mr. Meng."

"Can I read those newspapers?"

Aunt Zhang handed the newspaper to Meng Fu. "President Gu only told you that you can't go out, so Mr. Meng can read these newspapers."

"Thank you."

After collecting a stack of newspapers, he sat on the sofa. Guze left for a week, and Xiaoyi also stayed at Ye Yange's house for a week. Except for the sound of servants cleaning, this big ancient house is too quiet.

Meng Fu doesn't like watching TV. He spends most of his time reading and taking notes in his study, or sitting on the sofa in the living room, listening to the cold wind outside, watching the blooming Chimonanthus, revealing some light yellow vitality.

At that time, the newspaper was probably the only thing he could know about the outside world in his almost stagnant time.

After turning it over, I read a lot of legal cases and some finance and economics that I don't understand very well. In this way, an entertainment news jumped into his eyes.

"Suicidal beautiful men still love men."

It was the boy's words that were printed word for word in the newspaper. There were also some comments from the reporter. They were unbearable words. People can't look good. Meng Fu was so debauchery that he was injured by a man and went to the hospital.

The tide suddenly appeared in my heart, large areas were submerged, the rocks were broken, and the waves rushed up madly. It turned out that he seemed to be shielded in Guze's house, but everyone outside regarded him as a bitch.

A bitch who likes to be fucked by men.

A faint smile appeared from the corner of his mouth. His finger pointed on the boy's face in the newspaper, murmured sadly, "this is not me, this is not me."

No more words of defense, or the words "this is not me", but as light as the weight of a piece of paper, who will care?

He silently returned the newspaper to Aunt Zhang.

He went upstairs silently and spread out a law book silently. He kept taking notes in his hand. His wrist hurt sharply. He thought he wouldn't care about anything.

When Guze came back, it was late at night and very early in the morning. The sky was dark like thick ink, like stirring in a smelly ditch, with a smelly smell.

There was a soft sound of opening the door, and someone's footsteps were deliberately light. Meng Fu opened his eyes, "Mr. Gu."

"No sleep?"

The footsteps stopped moving.

"Yes."

"Why didn't you sleep?"

"Can't sleep."

Insomnia is becoming more and more serious. In the past, he was always very tired when working. He could sleep when dealing with Guze in bed. Now he is free, but he can't sleep.

Guze didn't say anything. He turned and walked away. After a while, he came in again, turned on the light, took a cup of hot water in his hand and approached, "eat."

There is a pill in the palm of your hand.

Meng Fu hesitated to look at Gu Ze and didn't move.

"Not poison." Guze explained.

Meng Fu smiled softly, "I know it won't be poison. Mr. Gu doesn't have to. " If you want to poison him, you won't say "don't die" to him again and again. He's just strange Guze's behavior.

He drank the sleeping pill with hot water. He said, "thank you."

Sleeping pills soon came into effect. Meng Fu fell into a deep sleep. The people who had walked out of the door turned back. Gu Ze sat at the head of the bed and asked gently, "Meng Fu told me how many men you had with. When you were in prison, did you..."

The heavy words were silent in the heavy night.

long time,

One hand tucked in the quilt horn, and Guze walked away quietly.

Early in the morning, Meng Fu and Gu Ze sat at the same table for breakfast. Since Meng Fu entered Gu Ze's house, he "ate half a bowl of rice and some small dishes." Aunt Zhang replied.

Meng Fu hung his head and said nothing. What does it matter whether he eats more or less?

Gu Ze's action of turning the newspaper suddenly stopped, with a layer of anger on his face, and quickly suppressed it. Then he said in a slow voice, "eat the eggs and bread and drink the milk."

And quickly turn over a page of the newspaper, in a casual state.

"OK."

Meng Fu silently pressed the remaining bread and poached eggs into his stomach. No matter what Mr. Gu said, he just did it. The only thing he could atone for was to do it according to Mr. Gu's arrangement?

If he is not dead, he will continue to bear two lives.

When he finished eating, Guze put down the newspaper and walked out of the door to work. I read the newspaper ten minutes longer than usual.

Ten minutes is just the time for Meng Fu to finish his breakfast.

Aunt Zhang was tidying up the dishes. Meng Fu stared at the newspaper and murmured in his heart, this is not me.

"Mr. Meng, do you want to read today's newspaper?"

"No, no, I don't look."

Meng Fu withdrew his eyes. Aunt Zhang took away all the newspapers.

If you don't look, maybe when you look again, you'll say something else about him, something more embarrassing. It's better not to know.

After this day's shift, Guze still smoked in the office for a long time.

Secretary Wang put down the document, looked at the smoke all over the room and said, "President Gu, smoking too much is bad for your health."

Gu Ze ignored and bounced the ash into the ashtray. "Secretary Wang, you can go home after work."

"... Mr. Gu, go home."

Now that he has decided to put Meng Fu in his own home, why should he even escape such a natural thing as going home? Meng Fu probably likes Meng Fu.

I like this kind of thing. It's incredible. Meng Fu, is he a man or his enemy.