I didn't see the almanac when I went out - this is the first reaction of Anjie.

Some people are born with the gift of being a bereaved star, such as song Chang'an, a Mongolian doctor in the skin of a psychologist. Every time Anjie saw his face with vegetable color, he was very angry.

After a half dead greeting, song Chang'an suddenly sits upright and stares at him, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

"What are you looking at? One more look will deepen your inferiority complex. Are you self abusive? " Anjie doesn't have a good temper. No matter who makes you naked, I'd like to look at your clothes with my eyes. My temper is not much better.

Song Chang'an stood up and walked around Anjie for several times. His eyes were as green as a wolf. He only stared at people with goose bumps. After a while, he asked with unexplained excitement, "are you... Anjie? Why drink fox

It's so fresh. Anjie has turned his eyes. If someone else had let you see it like this, he would have called the police.

Song Chang'an rubbed his hands and sighed: "miracle, what a miracle! I didn't expect anyone to be able to rejuvenate... The appearance is too deceptive, you sit down, come and sit down... "He completely ignored Anjie's personal wishes, grabbed someone's arm and forced him to press him on the sofa. He didn't know where to take out a small book." come and tell me, when your appearance is completely different from your heart, what's the change in your psychological state? Take it easy... "

Anjie took a deep breath and told himself that the world is very big and the life is very long. It's not worth seeing this kind of person. He stood up and didn't bother to look at Song Chang'an. He turned and left.

Song Chang'an held his glasses with a smile and said, "that little girl..." after him, Anjie sat down again. The smile on Song Chang'an's face was very cheap. "You don't understand the reason. What are you doing for so many years?"

Anjie nest in the sofa, looks very weak, like song Chang'an stall: "you ask."

"Have you been out in the last three months?" Song Chang'an looked at him, "I mean, travel."

Anjie sighed, turned his eyes to one side and softened his voice: "Chang'an, what are you doing? You are always clinging to this problem. I think..."

Song Chang'an closed the book, always appears not so healthy face color down: "you can't avoid treatment all your life."

"I'm your only case of failure. I've said it 180 times. Are you bored?" Anjie interrupted him, "I can eat and sleep normally now. Who can have no quirks and small problems? Tell me about Mo Jin. "

Song Chang'an didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes, took up the water cup on the table, stared at it for a while, and relaxed his shoulder. Anjie knows that this is the disappointment of this old friend.

After a moment's silence, song Chang'an said, "when you asked your little friend to call me, for a moment, I thought you were willing to believe me."

"Of course I believe you..."

"I feel very frustrated that the therapist can't trust his patients." Song Chang'an didn't care about him at all. He said to himself that of course he was not a big dog, but he was also a man after all. He looked like a abandoned dog. At that time, Anjie had indigestion.

"What about Mo Jin?"

"Oh, it's OK." Song Chang'an was not in high spirits and said, "I've been given a little psychological hint. The little girl's psychological quality is not very good. It's better now."

"Then..."

Song Chang'an takes a look at the corner of the bandage on Anjie's abdomen, and turns his mouth impatiently: "there won't be any obstacles. Do you think I'm a mess? It's the girl and her brother... "He took a look at Anjie. His facial features seemed to be pinched by some mud. They changed faster than turning a book. When he said this, he narrowed his eyes and looked over his glasses. He was so obscene," your little friend seems to be a gay? "

"What's the matter?" said Anjie? I remember this problem was not a psychological problem for a long time

"Don't leave me alone," Song Chang'an waved his hand. "Drink fox, I ask you. The little boy likes you. What are you going to do? Accept or not? "

Anjie choked for a moment, frowned and studied what song Chang'an was made of.

Song Chang'an was happy: "don't doubt my professional ability. My eyes... Cough, it's off topic. What are you going to do?"

"That's bullshit."

"You don't want it? Because of age? Don't like him? Or don't like men? What if he's not a man? " Song Chang'an throws questions one after another like chicken blood. Looking at Anjie is like an African hungry rat. Seeing the huge cheese, his eyes are very hungry.

Anjie was stunned by his tangled problems. It seemed that something flashed by in his heart, which was too fast for people to grasp.

Not accepting is not accepting. Subconsciously, he thought it was absurd and wrong. He thought, what kind of feeling can we have between ourselves and Mo Cong, except taking care and being taken care of, educating and rebelling? Mo Cong is just a child, a boy in his early twenties. He is Mo's son. It's not uncomfortable to call him uncle or brother. It's not a big problem even if it's not big or small, but

He suddenly remembered Mo Cong's warm hands, the kind of strength that women don't have and deliberately soften, the kind of feeling that people can feel without much heart and are treated with care and fear.

Song Chang'an suddenly said in a low, illusory and alluring voice, "don't you want to have such a person with you all the time? When it's cold, when it's hot, when it's staying in one place, when it's wandering around... "

Anjie suddenly stood up and said, "doctor, take your time. I've left a little in advance."

Song Chang'an "touched" the cup on the tea table: "an Yin Hu! You are such a coward that you dare not face yourself, you... "At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open. Song Chang'an immediately shut up, took out his handkerchief from his arms, and carefully wiped the water splashed on the table, as if it were nothing.

But even so, Mo Cong came in at first sight and found that the atmosphere was not right. His steps stopped at the door. First he nodded to song Chang'an, and then he looked at Anjie: "what's the matter?"

No one answered him, Anjie looked a little embarrassed, and song Chang'an gave him an obscene smile. Mo Cong's eyes turned around between the two people, trying to ignore the feeling of taste in his heart. Then he took a glass from the small cupboard, poured it, put it in front of Anjie with hot water, and reached for his forehead: "you had a fever last night. Now you seem much better. Do you need to take medicine?"

With his impure thoughts, song Chang'an deliberately indulged in this pure sentence. He couldn't help laughing and looked at Anjie vaguely. Anjie didn't feel anything at all. Seeing song Chang'an who frowned and didn't mean anything, he turned blue at once.

Mo Cong frowned and looked at Song Chang'an without knowing why: "what's wrong with doctor song?"

"From time to time." Anjie squeezed out a few words from his teeth, turned around and left, "knowing you scum is really the stain of my whole life."

"Drink fox, drink fox don't go," Song Chang'an stood up to pull him while laughing, "I haven't said..."

He put the word "say" in his mouth. Before he could fully export it, his eyes suddenly straightened when he accidentally fell on the stairs of the living room. The smile on his face instantly cooled down. He jokingly grasped Anjie's sleeve and let go of it. The glasses flashed from above with his subtle movements.

Anjie followed his eyes and looked back, feeling that he was struck by thunder.

He Jingming stood at the corner of the stairs, staring at him. At this time, Mo hurried forward two steps and stood beside Anjie.

He Jingming asked softly, "what do you call him? Drink fox

Song Chang'an sneers. He seems to be more bitter than Anjie: "what do I call him? I have half a cent to do with you?"

He Jingming's eyes slowly turned to him, as if he looked at him carefully for a long time. If he realized something, he said, "Oh, I remember. You were the student who had been subsidized by Yin Hu. What's your name song..."

Song Chang'an interrupted him: "you are so busy that you don't need to remember me. If you have that Kung Fu, you might as well shut up a few more people in the iron cage and drive them crazy. At that time, you can let me have some light and do business with you."

He Jingming's eyes were jerked fiercely. Maybe he was a little paralyzed, and his face was stiff and unnatural. Step by step he came down the stairs, but his hand on the railing trembled. Mo Cong takes a look at Anjie. At this time, the person who should not be calm is calm. He doesn't know whether Anjie is distracted. His face seems to be covered with something. He is very close, but he seems to be far away. He is quiet, as if he Jingming is an irrelevant person. Mo Cong suddenly felt that he had been pulled up. He hesitated for a moment. He didn't care about Anjie's reaction any more. After all, he took a step forward, turned over his body, half blocked Anjie with some kind of protective posture, and nodded to he Jingming: "He Dong."

When he Jingming arrived in front of Mo Cong, he took a look at him. His awl like eyes seemed to gouge out a layer of his flesh: "you?"

Mo Cong said with a smile: "He Dong's memory is really good." He is slightly over his body, just like the door god blocking he Jingming's way, "you are not very busy recently, I did not expect there is leisure in the drunk snake side... Reminiscence?"

"Don't rush." Anjie called him in a low voice, patted him on the shoulder, pushed him aside with a little pressure on his hand, and said, "what do I hear you call? He Dong He raised his eyebrows, as if pondering these two words, holding his hands in front of his chest, "haven't I seen you for ten years? Are you still strong? "

He Jingming trembled violently: "drink... Fox?" He held out his hand slowly, but he did not dare to step closer to Anjie's face about ten centimeters away. For a moment, song Chang'an felt that he was about to cry. There seemed to be a transparent partition between the two. He Jingming's face looked like despair. He said, "are you drinking fox?"

Anjie a meal, and then understated nodded: "yes, anyihu is a former name, do you remember?"

He Jingming didn't seem to hear it and looked at him stupidly. In Mo Cong's impression, this man is worthy of his name of "poisonous wolf". It seems that he always gives people such a kind of insidious feeling. He never seems to be so fragile and gentle with regret, and mixed with unspeakable madness.

It's a kind of complicated look that you can't see clearly if you don't listen to the dispute between Anjie and this person. Mo Cong stops and stares at he Jingming.

Even the earth shaking sound of the drunken snake rushing in from the outside did not affect him. At this moment, he Jingming's eyes can not put anything else.

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