Evening Primrose's Lonely Confession

Chapter 1

My name is Xuanze, and I am an online novelist. My daily job is to code at home... or code. With the platform's salary, which is not too meager, my life is smooth.

However, I am gay, but my parents passed away early, and I haven't heard too many accusations in my ears.

Song Xitang is my lover, but he said that what I say is not correct. He always says that I am his lover, and it is useless for me to reason with him. Anyway, it is me who is a lover, but he is not.

The nature of Song Xitang's work is very "red", and his position is at least above the third-level cadre. I guessed these things secretly from Xiao Zhang, the driver who usually takes me to his house. He would argue with me when he has nothing to do. .

Outside, they all called him "Mr. Song".

I met him at the reception of the writing platform a month ago. He cut the ribbon as a representative of the government. I was sitting under the stage at that time. Even from a long distance, I could see his handsome face even at the age of 35.

Even a smile reveals his confidence and an inexplicable chill.

His gaze swept over, and I quickly avoided it, stooped out of the hall and smoked a cigarette outside calmly, as if I remembered that I once did something bad with a newspaper with this man printed on it.

"Here we are." The driver Xiao Zhang's car stopped in front of the iron gate of an unremarkable small villa. The yard inside was clean and simple, just like an ordinary house, but this is the second ring road, and the house price can be imagined. It was June, and the shelves were covered with green plants, which made me dizzy.

I pushed open the iron door, which was scorching hot in the midday sun, and felt my fingers were burned. The shade under the grape trellis made me feel a little more comfortable.

I went up the stairs and rang the doorbell. When I turned back, the car that sent me had already left, and I had nowhere to go.

After all, taking a taxi in Beijing is not cheap.

"Mr. Song...Mr. Song." I looked nervously at the man who opened the door for me. He was wearing a black suit and seemed to have just arrived.

He just took off his coat, untied his tie, and looked at me, "Remember to take off your shoes when you come in." He turned around and walked in.

I put the parasol on the porch, changed my shoes, and entered the house.

Song Xitang called me, nothing else, just sleeping with me.

He never cleaned up for me afterwards, he would leave after taking a shower.

I sat on the sofa and took a sip of the boiled water on the table cautiously. This was the first time I came here during the day, but Song Xitang is in good physical condition, and it is not impossible to make it from the afternoon to tomorrow, but it seems that he does not Like that idler.

really

"Do you have any requests?" He sat on the sofa in the middle and asked me, twisting a string of beads in his hand, which he always carried with him.

I thought I knew what he was talking about, "Eh, take it easy, I'm afraid of pain."

Song Xitang smiled, "I'm talking about how much compensation you want."

Actually, I don't know much about the market, but I also know that most of the same sex are promiscuous, so I never thought that Song Xitang would really give me money, but don't want it for nothing, he is so powerful, is he still short of my little money?

"One month... [-]..." I said tentatively.

Song Xitang probably thought it was fun, he patted his leg and signaled me to sit over, I was taken aback, now the sun is shining outside, I don't feel anything yet, but a person like him makes me a little scared, so I still sit still Yes, I was really afraid of falling, and when I sat down, I grabbed the air a few times in confusion.

"Are you scared?" Song Xitang asked me with his arms folded, his eyes were full of teasing and prying eyes, but I have to say, his eyes are really pretty.

I shook my head and said sincerely, "I'm afraid I'm too heavy."

Song Xitang went crazy at night, he doesn't like to talk, but this time he rarely cared about my feelings, but it made me almost go up the stairs of heaven.

He hugged me, panting hard, hugging me regardless of stickiness and discomfort, the temperature in the quilt made people sleepy, but I could easily feel his arm passing through my elbow was resting on my chest. On the chest, fingers gently stroked my heart, as if recalling how excited I was just now.

"How is it this time?" He asked me, his hot breath hit my ear, but his words were still cold, as if I had said something when I handed over the manuscript to the editor.

I have no energy and don't want to talk.

After a while, Song Xitang turned me around and kissed me deeply, and didn't let me go when she saw that I was out of breath.

His hands also started to make trouble, rubbing my back intentionally, I could only resist a little and answer the questions he asked me to answer.

Before I could catch my breath, I quickly said, "It's great, I... like it very much."

Song Xitang was happy, he withdrew his hand, and I fell into a deep sleep, as if I heard the sound of water and the feeling of the mattress sinking.

Between Song Xitang's stay and my own delusion, I think it is more likely to be a delusion.

When I woke up in the morning, the quilt was warm, but I wasn't sure if it was.

I don't like the sun being blocked by curtains, because I'm a writer and I need to face the world to be inspired.

But my hand that was touching the curtain stopped suddenly, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and put on my clothes, and then left in a state of embarrassment. After a night of tossing, I didn't have the strength to squeeze the subway and had to take a taxi back to my home in the outer ring.

In the car, I kept thinking about why I didn’t open the curtain just now. After thinking about it for a long time, I thought it might be because of my self-esteem. I never like to touch other people’s things, let alone the things in the house. I don't have the right to control the items that belong to me, so I choose to flee in a hurry.

But in the car, I looked at the jumping crazy toll counter, and felt it was unfair, so I put away the money and planned to ask Song Xitang to reimburse me next time.

I jumped out of the car, my legs gave way and almost fell. Fortunately, no one saw me except the driver. My hands were scratched. Fortunately, the driver drove away, so no one would know about my fall.

I live in a remote and remote place, but it is the capital city, where life is convenient and the medical conditions are not bad. I bought it with a loan a few years ago, and I have a good eye. The location ratio is simply a difference between cloud and mud.

When I passed by the pharmacy, I hesitated and didn't go in to buy disinfectant. It was too hypocritical. I am a man who is 1.7 meters and five tall.

I was just hungry when I got home, so I made myself a sandwich with the remnants of the defeated soldiers in the refrigerator, and when I was full, I went back to the bedroom to type.

It was too hot and there was no air conditioner in the room, so I had to fan myself while typing.

The hot weather makes the body weak and weak. During the dog days, I lay down all day and didn't move until night. The editor's draft is still a long way off. I plan to dove him once.

The days passed slowly, and after only one week, I began to miss Song Xitang.

But I also know that he has a family.

But I must also say, Song Xitang, he chased me first.There was a reception after the ribbon-cutting, and my editor wanted to help me find a sponsor to sign my work, in order to generate income for the platform. I have no objection to this, after all, I have a share of the money I earn.

I leaned on the railing to blow the evening breeze outside, thinking that this restaurant is quite high-end, with a European-style architectural style, and eating pickled mustard is different, which shows that the platform has spent a lot of money.

"You are Xuanze."

The black suit on the podium actually walked in front of me!

I glanced at him, he was even more handsome than looking from a distance, "It's me."

Song Xitang smiled slightly, the breeze was blowing on his face, and his hair was swaying slightly, his appearance was really beautiful.

"They say your work is good."

I didn't speak.

If I agree with him and say yes, will it appear that I am too proud, and if I say no, I don't think I am bad at all, he is really embarrassing.

I turned my head away and continued to blow my wind.

Song Xitang just quietly accompanied me, the waiter brought me a glass of wine, and he happened to come over without an editor.

I didn't listen carefully to what they said, but it must have something to do with the signing of my work. I drank the wine in the goblet a little bit, feeling a little upset.

"Ozawa, cooperate well with Mr. Song's work."

I understood what he meant, even though I was impatient, I still turned my head and nodded sideways.

When my editor left, Song Xitang hugged me behind me, and I kissed his chin very cooperatively. Song Xitang seemed to like this very much. I saw that there was no one around here. It seemed that someone had arranged it long ago. , I squinted my eyes and asked, "Is your name Mr. Song?"

It's all because I didn't listen well when I cut the ribbon just now, but everyone else calls it that, what if he calls it that?

Mr. Song smiled slightly and put the card-shaped thing into my pocket, "Don't be too late, I'm used to going to bed early."

I just feel that the good impression just now has been fed to the dog, isn't this just an old pervert.

The editor saw that I had a bad face when I came back, so he quickly asked me if Mr. Song didn't agree, and then analyzed with me that if I didn't sign the contract, I might be fired and other consequences. cut him off.

"As long as I and him...?" I made a kiss gesture.

The editor nods.

Forget it, it doesn't matter if you sign or not, if you really lose your job, it's enough for me to drink a pot.

I had to bite the bullet and go to the hotel.

Yes, Song Xitang, me!let!he!superior!up!I!

My work was actually signed the next day, and I thought it was amazing at the time.

Later, Song Xitang often asked me to accompany him, but the frequency was not high, about once a week. At first I didn't quite get used to it, but later I thought it was pretty good. At least, his bed skills are really... amazing...

When I was tossing and turning at night and couldn't sleep, I suddenly received a call from the driver Xiao Zhang.

I jumped out of the bed in some surprises, and connected the phone, "Hello." I was excited for a moment, and my voice was a little sharp. I adjusted it quickly, feeling that I was indeed a little too excited, and the other party obviously paused.

"Come down." It was a very simple sentence, and the phone hung up.

I put on a camel-colored overcoat to go out. Although it was midsummer, I was not in good health. The doctor said that I should try not to let myself catch a cold, so it is better to wear a thicker coat when going out at night.

The car downstairs is really the pterosaur that Xiao Zhang often drives to pick me up. I walked down the stairs of the unit door and ran past it.

As soon as the back seat door was opened, Song Xitang didn't turn her head, and watched me slowly getting up from the sidelines.

After closing the car door, I looked out of the car without giving up. Song Xitang should be able to see how I walked over from that angle.

Song Xitang supported his forehead, and as soon as he said a location, the car started.

"How is the manuscript writing recently?" He rarely talked to me about work.

I shook my head and answered truthfully, "It's not going well."

"Oh, what's not going well?" He put down the documents in his hand and asked me patiently.

"I didn't think about the name of the character." I casually said something he couldn't talk to, and sure enough, I lowered my head and continued to look at my files.

When I got there, I was a little dumbfounded. It was actually a manor in the suburbs. I leaned over the window and looked out. Once I entered an iron gate, the road was full of neatly trimmed greenery, and there was actually a fountain.

Song Xitang, how much has been searched.

While I sighed, the car was still driving. It seemed that the manor was not small.

When we arrived at the underground garage, it was Xiao Zhang who got out of the car first. Song Xitang was still looking at the documents.

"Wait for him to go away."

"Oh." I obediently withdrew my hand, although I didn't know why, I still waited.

The sound of paper rustling sounded, and I wanted to ask myself if I could go out, but felt that Song Xitang's hands had already grabbed my shoulders, he pushed me down on the back seat, and propped himself on top of me, I was terrified As soon as the thought flashed by, Song Xitang kissed her lips.