unspeakable ice

After driving for more than five hours, it was already night when they arrived. I contacted someone on the road to pick them up, led them to the main road and then into the small road, and finally stopped in front of a villa.

The shape of the villa can be called post-modern, with different surface rules, half of which are glass structures, and different modules are separated by white walls and black edges so that they have different shapes and sizes, but they are all arranged in a patchwork manner.

At this time, the sky is completely dark, the upstairs and downstairs are brightly lit, and there are undulating mountains in the front and back. From a distance, it looks like a huge toadstool plant rooted in the forest, which is both simple and independent.

The man brought them back and helped to carry the luggage in. On the way here, Xia Cong briefly told Yu Xiaolong that this place was built by a friend of his, not only this one, but also about four or five other buildings scattered around. different locations.

This place is not a tourist attraction, but an ordinary village with mountains and water, and a good environment. Since there are other supporting projects for investment promotion, it is easy to get the land.

The site selection and the start of construction have been specially visited by Feng Shui masters, and a lot of thought has been spent on the design and construction. The nature is relatively private, so unless recommended by friends, it is generally not open to the public.

They had dinner on the way here, and the man took a brief tour. Xia Cong asked Yu Xiaolong to stay here first, and he and the man went to his friend's place to say hello.

Yu Xiaolong went to take a shower, came out and saw the phone was on, Shi Jie replied his message, didn't ask him where he was going, just said "um", Yu Xiaolong asked him to watch it more these two days, he said he knew.

In the past, no matter where Yu Xiaolong went, he would follow him, and he would let him know when he couldn't follow him, and he would mutter about it when he got back late, but now he didn't ask anything, and just sent him off with a cold word.

Also, why did you ask, he knew he was with Xia Cong, so asking would only increase the embarrassment.

It's getting late, Yu Xiaolong lay down and was going to sleep. The mobile phone he uses now is so low in resolution that he can't do anything other than make calls and send and receive messages.

Some time ago, he wanted to change it, but Yu Xingqiang's medical expenses gradually made him feel that he was struggling, and he had to save a little money, so it was even more unnecessary for such a dispensable thing.

Fortunately, after the takeaway order was finished, Xia Cong must have seen something and stopped taking him to such expensive places to eat.

Most of the time, it is done at home, and once or twice, it is the kind of cheap restaurant that Yu Xiaolong can afford.

Xia Cong often doesn't care about his feelings when he speaks and does things, but these Yu Xiaolong never ask him for details, and he always thinks of taking care of them.

When Xia Cong came back, Yu Xiaolong had already fallen asleep, he climbed onto the bed lightly, lay down beside him, and pulled him over from the edge of the bed.

The hand tightened too tightly, Yu Xiaolong groaned in a daze.

Xia Cong's nose rubbed against his short stubble, which was rough and prickly. He backed away a little, moved his fingers up the back of his neck, and scraped lightly twice, "When will you grow your hair?"

"Don't stay." Yu Xiaolong moved a little to the side, it was too crowded.

"Sorry to fight with me if you stay?" Xia Cong smiled, seeing that he was indeed too sleepy to keep his eyes open, he pulled the quilt over and kissed him on his shoulder, "Go to sleep."

When Yu Xiaolong woke up the next morning, Xia Cong was already sitting on the first floor having breakfast, and someone delivered it early in the morning. Chinese and Western meals were all available, and the lunch menu was also confirmed by the way.

The comfortable environment always gives people the illusion that time passes slowly, especially when three meals a day are delivered to their mouths, it seems that there is nothing to do. Xia Cong asked him how he planned to arrange this day, and Yu Xiaolong said he wanted to go out for a walk .

So in the afternoon, Xia Cong went fishing by the stream, and Yu Xiaolong went for a stroll in the village.

Although it is not a scenic spot, I still met a few teams who came here for hiking along the way, and most of them were students looking at their faces.

The nearby villagers seem to be accustomed to this, a group of people are full of vigor, talking and laughing, walking by, like a touch of color in the leisurely leisure of brewing tea on a slow fire.

Compared with them, although they are about the same age, Yu Xiaolong feels that he is a little too dull. He has searched his brains and found that he has no similar experience.

What was he doing when he was seventeen or eighteen?

Doing things that shouldn't be done at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

He thought that living like this would teach him something in advance, but he didn't expect that he was still in his twenties now.

Yu Xiaolong was sitting at the head of the field, watching the women picking cotton not far away. They wrapped a piece of cloth around their waists and pinned it into a big pocket where both sides could put their hands in. The cotton they picked was put in the pocket.

After picking one ridge, come back in another direction, like the simplest clearance game, and he is the most boring spectator in the background.

Just watching people pick four or five lines like this, it suddenly started to rain lightly, Yu Xiaolong got up and walked back, and when he reached the stream that Xia Cong said he was going to, the rain stopped again.

He sat down, picked up a small stone casually, threw it twice in the palm of his hand, and when he threw it out, the originally calmly flowing water immediately swayed into circles of ripples.

"You scared me away." Xia Cong said.

"I didn't see you caught a few." The water in the bucket was very clear, and you could see three or two finger-long small fish swimming, but the species couldn't be discerned.

He was sitting here when Yu Xiaolong left, and he was still there when he came back. He didn't even change his posture. It's hard to imagine that he has such patience.

Xia Cong turned sideways, propped his elbows, and leaned lazily on the stone, "...repeating the same thing every day, following the same routine as yesterday. If you can avoid violent joy, naturally you won't have it." Great sadness visits."

"No qualifications in the world." Yu Xiaolong said.

"Have you read it?" The weather in the mountains is changeable, and the sun came out after a while, the light was dazzling, Xia Cong squinted one eye to look at him.

"I read it, in high school."

"Didn't you say you never went to high school?"

Yu Xiaolong glanced at him and corrected him, "I haven't done it, it's not that I haven't done it."

"That's why I have a junior high school diploma." Xia Cong nodded, and asked again: "Why didn't you continue studying?"

"……a lot of."

Yu Xiaolong seemed to want to say something, but he felt that after so many years, it was hard to tell whether he didn't miss it a little more at that time, or the situation at home didn't allow him to spend more useless time.

He didn't speak again, Xia Cong kicked him, "Why don't you play cards according to the routine."

Yu Xiaolong: "Huh?"

Xia Cong: "As a boyfriend, shouldn't you come to comfort me at this time and be my little sun?"

Yu Xiaolong: "..."

Yu Xiaolong: "Why should I comfort you?"

Xia Cong: "Because I'm very sad, I look in a bad mood."

"...Where did you die?"

Xia Cong's face was filled with grievances immediately, and he became more energetic, "It's not an old saying, people who always have a smile on their face are often the most distressing, because they are better at disguising pain with laughter."

Yu Xiaolong felt that there might be some truth in this sentence, but it was pure nonsense when applied to Xia Cong. He kicked his foot away, "You are not mourning, you are too idle."

"It's not too idle." Xia Cong said, "It's too happy, so happy that I feel a little scared."

"Did you know that if people crawl in the dark for too long, they will develop inertia, shrink back and forget their instincts, and start to fear changes instead." Xia Cong paused, "Any change in the dark, or strangeness, including Light."

Yu Xiaolong looked at him.

Xia Cong smiled lightly, and hooked his toes to his knees, "So in order not to make myself afraid, I would rather follow yesterday. Happiness is superfluous. The world says life is great. What is great is the whole, not the individual. The individual is not great."

"Individuals in front of the world are as humble as ants, without exception."

Yu Xiaolong probably knew what he was talking about, but when Xia Cong said such words, he felt strange.

He felt very uncomfortable and stood up.

"Going back?" Xia Cong raised his head and asked.

Yu Xiaolong walked back without saying a word, Xia Cong dumped all the fish in the bucket back and followed him.

He was holding something in one hand, and the other hand naturally went to hold him. Yu Xiaolong probably felt awkward, so he pretended to let go unintentionally.

So the palm of his hand slipped six or seven times along the way, Xia Cong acted to tease him on purpose, he pulled it loose, then loosened it again, and then watched Yu Xiaolong find various postures, touching his nose for a while, and straightening the corners of his clothes for a while I tried my best to pull my hand back.

Interesting.

Someone delivered the dinner, and came to pick it up after they finished eating. They didn't need to move any hands, and brought them fruit. Yu Xiaolong was not used to it. Like Xia Cong said, he was so happy that he felt a little panicked.

He took a banana casually and sat on the sofa. The banana was very long, and the skin was accidentally peeled too low. He took a bite, and the rest fell on his body.

Yu Xiaolong picked it up and put it back in his mouth. When Xia Cong saw it, he came up and knocked the piece he was about to put into his mouth flying. "You eat the one that fell on the ground?"

"It didn't fall to the ground."

"It's on the ground now." Xia Cong said.

"..."

"A lot of yours." Xia Cong picked out a few from the bag next to him, ready to wash and cut them up for him. Turning around, Yu Xiaolong just finished eating the bottom bite of the banana, with his cheeks bulging.

Xia Cong smiled, pinched his cheek, "Good boy."

Yu Xiaolong opened his hand expressionlessly.

There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, so I dare not go out at night, and there is no wind outside today, so the activity that I said to go for a walk after dinner was temporarily cancelled.

There is a glass terrace on the second floor, where you can lie down and watch the stars. Unfortunately, the clouds are too thick today to see anything, so the only entertainment program is two people sitting in the living room watching movies.

Xia Cong probably wanted to have something else to entertain, Yu Xiaolong was eating the fruit he had cut, and he brought it to him himself, at least he should let him eat a few mouthfuls first, so he didn't mention it, just pretending to accompany him Stare at the curtain together.

While staring at him, look at him to see where he has eaten, and estimate that when he eats almost, it will be his turn.

How could Yu Xiaolong not know what he was thinking, but he didn't want to fight today, so when Xia Cong pressed towards him, he put his arm between them, pressed against his shoulder, and said with a calm face, "Don't push."

Usually when he said that, Xia Cong would either stop or continue to push.

Sometimes Yu Xiaolong can fight him just by changing his posture, so it doesn't seem to matter if he has a smooth start.

The two entangled and rolled down from the sofa, Yu Xiaolong's objection was not as firm as before, so Xia Cong took a little effort to push him in.

Yu Xiaolong has always felt that his physical strength is good, after all, that is his livelihood, but in Xia Cong's attack like a beast, he can only follow him to the second half of the journey, he always wants to end, but Xia Cong He refused to stop for a long time.

He has to exhaust all his energy before he is willing to stop. Sometimes it is only halftime. In order not to be beaten by him, Xia Cong always takes extra care of his limbs. Often, Yu Xiaolong's available moves are restricted by him within one hand.

If he pinches Xia Cong, Xia Cong will subconsciously force him, "Let go."

"Get out." Yu Xiaolong gritted his teeth.

"Are you in pain or pleasure?" Xia Cong wanted to curse.

"What do you say?"

"I haven't felt rough for so long, do you not have that nerve?"

"Why don't you fucking say that your skills are bad."

"Sorry, everyone who has tried it says yes, I can only think it's your problem."

"..."

There may be no one who is in love like them. It is no less than a battle of fate where everyone wants to put the other party to death.

Finally, when it was over, Yu Xiaolong relaxed his whole body, lying on the ground, breathing heavily, his body was hot and hot, "You are...by the stream today, what do you mean by what you said?" He asked.

Xia Cong was not much better than him, he leaned on Yu Xiaolongshen, took a few tissues from the tea table, and wiped the sweat that was about to flow into his eyes, "Useless principles, teaching you to endure suffering is a kind of Atonement."

"What is your suffering?" Yu Xiaolong asked.

"Life is too long and too boring."

"What about the sin you want to atone for?"

Xia Cong looked into his eyes, the eyes were extremely deep, "I owe you my greedy love."

The author has something to say:

Enduring suffering is a kind of redemption. I seem to have used this sentence in other articles, but I don’t know where it is used. Because I like it very much, I just took it at random. It’s not important.