unspeakable ice

The lingering ghost is another label that Yu Xiaolong added to Xia Cong when he met Xia Cong two years later, in addition to lunatic, neuropathy, yin and yang, and maybe schizophrenia.

He couldn't see a trace of him on the pile.

Even if he had doubts many times, in the end he would still think that the young man who was born in a middle-class family, well-educated and full of love for life could not be him.

Especially the sincerity that he carefully inquired about the price with him and was annoyed because he couldn't afford such a high fee in a short period of time.

But it was precisely because of this that Yu Xiaolong was so enlightened that he didn't even recognize the boat that he made himself.

He opened his mouth and kept thinking about him, wanted to see him, didn't even know how to change his lines, and repeated the old tricks, thinking that with his hypocrisy and superficial cutscenes, he could be tricked into the one that would make him uncomfortable place?

He is so stupid, so vulgar, with childishness and deceit written on his face, waiting to be ridiculed.

The strong anger of being humiliated made him lose his mind. He couldn't control his hands and feet for a few steps on the way back to the stadium. .

"What's the matter? It's like this, what did you do?" Seeing him, Wang Haoyang couldn't believe how long it took Yu Xiaolong to get wet in the rain, "Didn't I bring you an umbrella?" .”

"It's okay." Yu Xiaolong took out two tissues and wiped his face vigorously. His face was clean, and the water was still dripping from his neck, not to mention the hem of his sleeves. A small puddle formed on the ground.

He wanted to wipe again, but Wang Haoyang snatched it over, "It's alright, it's all wet, what's the use of wiping, you should go back now and go to the hotel to change your clothes."

Seeing him standing still, Wang Haoyang pushed him, "Hurry up, what are you doing standing there!"

Yu Xiaolong was brought back to his senses by his roar, nodded, and walked towards the gate.

Someone called him and rushed over to block him. He looked up and saw that it was Song Ye.

He actually came together.

"Brother Long." Song Ye was holding a scarf in his hand, which seemed to be the one from Dai Ze just now. He pressed Yu Xiaolong's neck and rubbed it on him indiscriminately.

"You lied to me too?" Yu Xiaolong looked at him.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose, I'm sorry, Brother Xiaolong." Song Ye was full of grievances, and quickly said: "Dai Ze is indeed my boyfriend, and my brother borrowed his account. I know about it, but, but I can't explain."

"Why not?" Yu Xiaolong asked him back.

In fact, he also knew that such questioning was unreasonable. Song Ye was Xia Cong's younger brother, so of course he listened to him, and it was pointless to blame him.

"Of course you won't want to talk to him anymore."

"..."

"I don't know what my brother told you just now, but there is one thing you must, trust him, he didn't lie to you, what he said is true." Song Ye wanted to put the scarf in his hand, " …Brother Xiaolong, trust him again.”

Yu Xiaolong sneered and stopped his movements. The scarf, which was originally neat and smooth, was crumpled into a wet and messy ball in Song Ye's hands.

Yu Xiaolong didn't say anything, and walked around him to the door.

Song Ye called him a few times but he didn't respond, and he didn't dare to pester him too much. The heating in the exhibition hall was very good, but with such a shower method, Xia Cong couldn't even speak when he returned to the car. to be sick.

When Yu Xiaolong returned to the hotel, Song Ye’s WeChat followed him and asked him if he had arrived. When he arrived, he had to take a hot bath and drink some ginger tea. If the hotel didn’t have it, he would send it here now.

Yu Xiaolong turned on the air conditioner, took off his wet clothes, and didn't reply to him. Song Ye sent him more than a dozen text messages in a row. The mobile phone was placed on the table, and the notification tone rang continuously.

First, he apologized for hiding this matter from him, but he had no choice but to say good things to Xia Cong, saying that things were not what he thought, and told him to calm down, find time for the two of them to sit down and have a good talk, to clear up all misunderstandings open.

Misunderstand?Yu Xiaolong didn't think there was any misunderstanding here.

Marriage is not Xia Cong's marriage, isn't it he who said it himself?

What misunderstanding?

He didn't delete Song Ye's WeChat. He didn't expect to delete it. His account has not changed in the past two years. When he went to N City, he wanted to change to a local account. Who would have thought that he would be in despair after staying for less than three months? Come back.

He knew that Song Ye didn't have any malicious intentions, and he remembered how kind he was to him and how he took care of Yu Xiaolong when he was in N City, but his identity was there, and he chose to hide it because he was always on Xia Cong's side, and it was impossible not to speak up for him.

Yu Xiaolong never returned to him, Song Ye sang a one-man show, and gradually subsided, just like when he insisted on chasing him back then, he still wanted to let go in the end if he couldn't catch it.

Yu Xiaolong turned on the computer, flipped through the chat records between him and Dai Zhuang, rewinding page by page, the handwriting was numb, and he still couldn't connect such an image he stereotyped with Xia Cong.

He felt incredible, how could these two people be the same person, but when he thought of Dai Ze, he found that he sighed the same way when he saw him today, they were not alone, so who else could it be?

He scrolled up a few more pages, quit decisively, and deleted the person from the list.

Junior.

Song Ye once talked about that his boyfriend was a high school classmate with him, he was a sophomore when Yu Xiaolong left, and now Dai Ze should be a senior like him, no one is a junior, only Xia Cong and he knew each other That year was.

like men.

There was a boat sent by someone else, it was smashed, it was extremely broken, and it was soaked in water...

Take the initiative to approach him.

Good at disguising.

The combination of these conditions is not completely impossible to judge, but Yu Xiaolong firmly believes that it is not, how could it be, he never thought that after breaking up in such a tragic way, he would have any intersection with Xia Cong.

It was even more unexpected that the person who had so decisively distanced himself from him back then would appear in front of him again a year later with a completely new face.

He felt that he was strange, that he couldn't see through, but this person always had a way to confirm his guess, and let him make more achievements on the road that he felt strange and that he couldn't see through.

What do you want to do again, a new trick?Volunteers take the bait?

What purpose can there be, where are you tired of playing again?

What's that woman's name, is her surname Huo?Two years have passed, how boring the married life is, thinking of him again, wanting to seek excitement from him?

Yu Xiaolong found that since he got a job and pretended to be a human being, his temper has improved a lot, and he is more tolerant than before.

The hatred that had nowhere to vent that I felt offended and humiliated before seemed to dissipate as the scalding hot water poured down my head, and my body gradually warmed up in the heat.

It may also be because of the coldness penetrating into the bone marrow, the defensive posture in which the muscles of the whole body and even the roots of the teeth are tightly entangled makes him mistakenly think that he cannot let go.

That night, Yu Xiaolong had a rare dream, dreaming that he had returned to N City, and returned to the house that Xia Cong specially prepared for him.

He was sitting alone in the study, with the light on, the sky outside turned from dark to bright, and then from light to dark again. He kept his head buried in the case, unable to judge the exact time, only knowing that such a scene seemed to be always in his memory. cycle.

He felt hungry for a while, and his stomach was rumbling. The low blood sugar made him dizzy and trembling, but he felt nothing for a while. He even thought that he was too full to swallow, as if something was always blocked in his stomach.

He seized all the time and raced against the clock to do the work at hand, and the completion became his belief in staying at home and forgetting to eat and sleep.

While he felt that it was meaningless to do all this, he was full of anxiety and urgency like a drowning man.

He needed this breath, needed this extremely exhausting mechanical labor to get him through all the painful days before that day came.

He dreamed that his hands were covered with blood, but he didn't feel any pain at all, subconsciously he seemed to know that the wound was shallow and he was used to it.

But when he was looking at these wounds, he suddenly heard a voice complaining to him, saying that it was too difficult, thousands of times more difficult than he imagined... He had a reason to do it, but it didn't seem like I don't have that ability.

Today I cut my hand again, and the wooden stick got stuck in a lot of barbs, and I couldn't pull it out. My roommate said that I could burn it with fire, but I don't know if it will work...

Yu Xiaolong woke up suddenly, and the sharp tingling pain made him feel confused and confused between dreams and reality. He thought it was because he was too tired, and accidentally fell asleep on the table. reaction.

Then when he stretched out his hand to his eyes and saw the ten intact fingers, he realized that it was a dream, and it was not at that time.

But the strange thing is that the pain of cutting his finger and piercing the barb didn't recede as he gradually regained consciousness, but tortured him more and more violently...

On the second day of the exhibition, there were much fewer people than the day before. Xia Cong did not show up again. After Yu Xiaolong and others disassembled and assembled all the models and loaded them into the car, they bought the high-speed rail tickets for the afternoon. Wang Haoyang and the others went back first.

There were many stops along the way, and the radio rang from time to time, announcing the stops and ride instructions. Yu Xiaolong was very sleepy, but the surroundings were too noisy. People in the seats next to him came and went, and the movement never stopped.

The young woman with the child had just left, and a middle-aged man with poor lungs came up, coughing non-stop all the way, with a strong smell of smoke in his cloudy breath.

Yu Xiaolong frowned, and moved towards the window, and after an unknown amount of time, the unpleasant smell drifted away, and after a brief blank, it was replaced by a faint scent of men's perfume when he came again.

It is very light and smells good. The smell of food mixed with it makes people breathe easier.

Yu Xiaolong opened his eyes, saw the person sitting beside him, he straightened up.

"Hush." ​​Xia Cong blinked at him, as if pleading, "Let me sleep for a while."

"..." His complexion was very bad, even worse than when he was drenched in the rain yesterday, his eyes were probably drooping weakly because of sleepiness, as if he was exhausted to the extreme.

Before Yu Xiaolong could speak, he crossed his arms and closed his eyes, turning his head slightly towards him.

Yu Xiaolong straightened the seat and turned his head to look out the window. Xia Cong stepped on the ground with two long legs, blocking the exit tightly. There were not many people in the carriage. I can hear you clearly.

Even less dare to do it.

Yu Xiaolong couldn't stop this kind of semi-compulsive "sleep for a while", but he didn't seem to have that luck. During the period, no less than a dozen messages came, and after a while, the phone rang again. Xia Cong got up and walked to the connection to pick up.

Yu Xiaolong took the bag from the luggage rack, walked in the opposite direction to Xia Cong, and walked three full carriages before stopping by the door.

He was depressed and wanted to smoke very much. He came back two years ago and quit smoking. It has been a long time since he felt this way.

When the train stopped in the middle, Yu Xiaolong wanted to go down and buy a ticket back home again, but unfortunately this ticket was gone, he didn't want to stay here overnight, there was less than half of the journey left, and it was not a pain to stand back with his physical strength.

When he got off the bus, he deliberately walked behind. It was not the terminal, and he had no way to wait for everyone to leave before going out. He could only delay as much as possible.

When he was about to get off the escalator, Yu Xiaolong felt something and looked back. On the empty platform, the surroundings were pitch black, Xia Cong was standing alone, his figure was stretched very long by the blazing white light.

He held an unfinished cigarette in his hand, and the rising smoke, together with the fine white snow stars floating in the light, entwined wildly around his fingertips in the raging cold wind.

Yu Xiaolong looked back, and before he could follow the crowd, he grabbed his arm with a force and dragged him back from the edge of the steps, "Is someone here to pick you up?"

At this movement, the people walking at the back all looked towards them. Yu Xiaolong couldn't bear to get mad, glanced around, and followed Xia Cong's posture and strength, and dragged them back to the platform with him. superior.

Xia Cong's feet were unsteady, almost tripped by his sudden movement, but he followed him back obediently, the smile in his eyes deepened, "You were never afraid of me before."

"It's the same now." Yu Xiaolong knew that he was teasing him for not daring to return to his seat, away from the crowd, he could finally no longer be afraid, but he lowered his voice, "What the hell are you trying to do?!"

"Didn't I say, I want to see you."

"But I don't want to see you." Yu Xiaolong noticed that he was laughing again. When he looked at him, he didn't understand what was so ridiculous, "I'm fucking annoying you, I'm so annoying, do you understand!"

Yu Xiaolong wanted to leave, but Xia Cong grabbed him again.

He coughed twice, and after a little silence, he slowed down and said, "It's nothing else, it's so late, if you don't have anyone to pick you up, I can send you back."

"Send me?" Yu Xiaolong shook off, looked at him with a sneer, "Didn't forget that we broke up two years ago, you mentioned it."

"Yes, I mentioned it." Xia Cong said, "But now I regret it, what should I do?"

"Unfortunately, I didn't." Yu Xiaolong took a step back, and was no longer easily irritated by his words, "Don't test me, I can tell you no matter how many times, I didn't, and I, Yu Xiaolong, have never regretted breaking up with you for a moment. "

"The only thing I regret is that I shouldn't have gone with you regardless of the consequences. Have you made it clear enough?"

Xia Cong moved his lips twice, Yu Xiaolong thought he was trying to argue again, but unexpectedly he looked at him and said, "I regret that too."

"In this case, don't come to me again." Yu Xiaolong said: "Don't make me regret it more thoroughly."

"I regret meeting you in that shady place."