Chapter 55 (1/2)

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.