Zhang Chengling stood not far away, looking at the burning smoke, and suddenly his nose was sore. At this time, a hand was placed on his shoulder, Zhang Chengling looked up dimly, and saw Zhou Zishu's eyes glowing with fire. He did not know whether it was sadness or joy. He did not know what to say to him or to himself: "Everyone in this world will still die"
This was life. Some people laugh and drink wildly, living treacherous lives but when they die, they leave no traces. Someone silently dies in such a inaccessible place buried by are only a few strangers with no words to say. Every day, young people are ecstatic to get closer to their dreams, and every day, people also die.
Zhou Zishu laughed and declined to comment. Zhang Chengling listened, but faintly rejoiced-he once felt that this place was littered with danger everywhere, but now he felt that this place was like a paradise. He didn't have to fight desperately. There was no need to be chased by anyone. Every day, he just practices and and gets scolded by the master ... He just scolded him, anyway. His master ca n’t really cut off his head and use it as a night pot.
There were several rooms next to the cell. some of them are guest rooms, some of them seem to be lived by people, but no one has been living for many years, so they were all ruined. Zhang Chengling, in order to express his filial piety, hastily cleaned up up— —Although it was still very unsightly, but they were already accustomed to rough situation, so it was just fine.
That night, when Zhou Zishu lay down and stumbled to sleep, he heard the door squeak open, a blast of cold wind poured in, and a person quickly closed it. Zhou Zishu was awake at that moment. There was no sleepiness, but he didn't know why, he did not open his eyes, as if he did not care.
Wen Kexing held the quilt and smiled cheaply and lewdly. He stood beside his bed and said, "I can't stay in that room, and there is a puppet in the corner like a little boy, when I lie down, he opens his eyes on the bed and stares at me with big eyes ... "
Zhou Zishu closed his eyes and interrupted him, "You can turn him around."
Wen Kexing lowered the quilt in his hand and said, "I'm not interested in its ass. You shift inside and make room for me."
Zhou Zishu said nothing, pretending to be dead.
Wen Kexing educated: "A...xu, you must be compassionate in your life. You say you must build morals and do good. We have gone through life and deathly together for so long and You can’t even let me share half of your bed, is it appropriate? "
Zhou Zishu opened his eyes and glanced at him, then said, "I didn't feel it was appropriate, but now I feel it's inappropriate ..."
His voice stopped abruptly—because Wen Kexing decided to move faster than his heart, and started doing it himself, he just pushed his hand under his leg and bent his shoulders, lifted him up, and moved three feet into it. Sitting down happily, he lay down on the bed.
At the end, a contented sigh was also issued.
The bed was not small, but as soon as he squeezed in, he immediately felt that it was difficult to even turn over. Zhou Zishu stiffened unobtrusively, barely turning over, and turned his back to him as if he can't wait to sleep, but opened his eyes the moment he turned around, only to feel that he couldn't close his eyes.
Wen Kexing seemed to feel that his bed was exceptionally comfortable. He turned over, moved, and looked like a big monkey scratching his himself. This place was so small, that the other party fart was like a small earthquake on the bedboard. Zhou Zishu felt every movement, and felt a sudden anxiety in his heart, as he wished he could kick him down.
After a while, Wen Kexing finally stopped. Zhou Zishu forced himself to close his eyes, trying to ignore the person behind him, but listened as Wen Kexing suddenly said: "A...xu ..."
Zhou Zishu ignored him, and then he heard the sound of hair and pillows slamming each other. The man turned his head to look at his back. When thinking of this, Zhou Zishu suddenly felt uncomfortable on his back, as if there was a little bug. After calling him like this, Wen Ke paused, and found that Zhou Zishu didn't want to talk, so he stretched out a claw of Lushan, gently put it on Zhou Zishu's waist, and whispered: " Ah Xu ... "
When Zhou Zishu was standing, all his hairs stood up, turning back in anger, he cursed: "Don't you sleep? Go back to your own room and talk to the dummy!"
Wen Kexing pillowed his bent arm, looked at him sideways, and said with confidence: "I'm here, and you're going to sleep without saying a word, don't you know that I feel lusty towards you?"
Zhou Zishu saw that the shamelessness of this man had reached the point where there were no predecessors and no successors like him. He couldn't think of anything to say to him. Wen Kexing's dog paw on his waist seemed to be motionless but his finger tips caressed his waist. Zhou Zishu subconsciously wanted to pat his hand away, but when he saw that Wen Kexing looked fearless and stubborn, he changed his mind and turned over again. "You do what you want."
Then he became stiff
Wen Kexing troubled him for a while but, seeing that he is indeed a rare master in the world, full of self restraint, he also smiled silently behind him, and closed his eyes gently.
Until midnight, Wen Kexing suddenly felt that the person beside him twitched slightly, and immediately woke up, knowing that it was midnight.
Xu Shi's cold quilt didn't keep him warm and the two rolled to the same place. Zhou Zishu's back was slightly bent, and it looked like he was in his arms. Zhou Zishu could not sleep in the middle of the night. He had long been used to it. Only when he opened my eyes and heard the breath of someone nearby, he remembered that there was such a person around him, and was a little embarrassed and gritted his teeth.
Wen Kexing frowned, his arms tightened. He raised his upper body slightly, and rested a palm against his back, but did not dare to act lightly, and only asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Zhou Zishu didn't speak, he just consciously bent his back even harder, and clenched his fingers in the quilt—it would be the best to alternate with this midnight every day. After a while, he would be able to adjust his breath and feel better.
He closed his eyes, and in the cold winter, his forehead was sweating, trying to keep his breath as flat and slow as possible, but even so, Wen Kexing still heard some unstable shaking between his breath.
He silently embraced Zhou Zishu's entire shoulder and back, wrapped his other hand around his waist, and let his head lean against his chest, gently calming him like a child who had a nightmare. Stroking his back.
Zhou Zishu's showed a rare obedience.
At that moment, they were both awake, but they were silent, the winds passed by the window at night, time and pain seemed to be extremely long, so long that they had to be unforgettable.
Zhou Zishu's mind wondered. They undermined each other in the day, but at night, it seemed as if they depended only on each other. Isn't that erratic?
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