unspeakable ice

Yu Xiaolong turned around quickly, pushed Xia Cong, and patted the touch light with his other hand. He had never turned on this light before, and he didn't know if it would work or not.

The speed at which the light came on was later than the loud sound of Xia Cong's body hitting the iron door. Yu Xiaolong's scalp was numb from the vibrating sound of the old metal, and he subconsciously pulled him one step forward.

Xia Cong tilted his head towards the backlight, staying in the dark for too long, the strong light stimulation and repeated violent tearing made him dizzy.

Yu Xiaolong pushed him first, and then pulled him again. Xia Cong wanted nothing, so he fell forward on his shoulder.

"What are you doing, what time is it?" The anti-theft iron door was pulled open with a "crash", and the too strong movement made the door frame continue to tremble for a while, and the old man next door stood behind the door, looking at them with a gloomy face.

In the past half a year since moving here, Yu Xiaolong has met this old man several times, knowing that he lives alone and doesn't like to go out. He has no problem with his ears, but he just likes to turn the volume up when watching TV.

And he seems to have a bad temper, he always puts on a bad face in front of people, and he has never seen him smile with anyone.

The corridor was narrow, Yu Xiaolong didn't think too much at that moment, and Xia Cong seemed to be unprepared or not standing still, and fell down hard, which woke people up.

"I drank too much, I'm sorry." Xia Cong gradually slid down, half of his body was hanging on one of his arms, Yu Xiaolong half pushed and half hugged him, apologizing to others.

The old man looked at the two of them for a while.

The key is still hanging on the door. The direction and angle are the same as those who sent him here. Xia Cong raised his hand and turned it to the right secretly. The door lock clicked, but it didn't open. He tried to turn it to the left again. .

Before he could figure out which side it was, Yu Xiaolong grabbed it back and held it tightly. Xia Cong struggled but did not break free, and his five fingers were forcibly pulled off the key.

What did Yu Xiaolong say again, the uncle told him to pay attention, and finally he was willing to close the door.

The second after that probing gaze disappeared from behind the door, Yu Xiaolong grabbed Xia Cong by the collar, dragged him down the steps, and dragged him to the bottom of the corridor.

"Cold." Xia Cong murmured, and fell on him again out of inertia.

"No one's fucking letting you suffer from cold and starvation here." Yu Xiaolong was caught off guard by him, took two steps back and hit the wall, he frowned, and punched Xia Cong's abdomen expressionlessly. He punched him hard.

Xia Cong snorted, and was finally willing to leave him. He slipped and fell on the concrete floor, his well-dressed coat rubbed a layer of dust on the mottled wall, and now he was pressed out a few times on the messy steps. Distorted prints.

He clutched his abdomen tightly and curled up, for a long time without moving or making a sound, Yu Xiaolong wanted to throw him out, but because of this unusual point, he finally decided to turn his eyes straight, lowered his gaze and glanced at him.

Xia Cong's face was still very white, and the dim light did not seep in at all. He breathed slowly and sometimes quickly, as if he was trying his best to bear it, but he couldn't quickly recover from the pain that the punch brought him.

If he hadn't been familiar with this person's nature, Yu Xiaolong would have believed it. He vaccinated himself. He would rather believe that this person went to drugs and prostitution and ruined his health than believe that he had some unavoidable reasons.

"I'm going to die." Xia Cong said suddenly.

Although his breathing was unsteady, these four words were spoken with great sincerity.

Yu Xiaolong's heart suddenly shrank, and his eyes froze suddenly.

Just when his heart softened for a moment, and he wanted to ask why, and was about to listen to his difficulties, Xia Cong coughed from deep in his throat, "I was beaten to death by you."

"..."

"You don't really think I've got some terminal illness, do you?" Xia Cong was still in the mood to joke with him in this posture with a pale face on his face.

"Don't you just want me to feel that way?" Yu Xiaolong said coldly.

"Don't worry, I'm not terminally ill. I didn't come to you because I wanted to repent before I died."

Xia Cong smiled, then straightened his attitude and looked at him, "If that's the case, I will definitely find a place where no one is around, and die by myself."

Yu Xiaolong didn't want to hear his nonsense here, he turned around, left a sentence "Don't kill me at the door", and slammed the door heavily in front of Xia Cong.

Yu Xiaolong wanted to take a bath first. At night, despite his crazy attitude, he couldn't help beating him. His hands were dirty with saliva and snot, and he almost pissed on him. After washing in Shi Jie's shop He was disgusted all the way back.

I didn't expect to make a last resort, so I didn't let him go.

The temperature outside has cooled down again today. The winter in the south is minus eighty-nine degrees. The air humidity is high, and it is difficult to catch a breath when it encounters continuous rain. There is no way to provide floor heating in old houses, so we can only rely on air conditioners and heaters.

That day he knew to wrap himself up tightly, but today he was so cold that he only wore a thin overcoat, and just now he slammed it on, his body was as cold as ice, and after staying in this temperature for a long time, no matter how vigorous he was, he lost all color.

Yu Xiaolong brushed his hair vigorously, a little annoyed that he still wanted to control him at this moment.

He was tidying up in the living room, and there were several extremely low coughing sounds outside the door, intermittent and endless, always reminding him when Yu Xiaolong forced himself not to think about it.

Still haven't left?

What the hell is he trying to do, bet that he will let him in with a soft heart?

And then, pretending to go back in time, as if nothing had happened?

Yu Xiaolong sat on the sofa for a while, then sent a message to Song Ye, telling him that Xia Cong was lying in front of his house and was about to die, and told him to come over and take him away.

Song Ye returned quickly, and immediately expressed shock, [What? ! 】

Song Ye: 【He went to your place again, how is he doing now? ! ! 】

Yu Xiaolong didn't see his real worry from the three exclamation marks he typed out at all. If he really wanted to do that, he wouldn't have the heart to type word by word and wait for the other party to reply.

He sent him a screenshot of the weather forecast here, [Outside the building, on the ground. 】

Song Ye: [Okay. 】

Song Ye: [I'm looking for someone!I'll look for it right away!Is it too late to take off now? 】

Yu Xiaolong: […]

Song Ye: [(crying loudly)]

Song Ye: [Brother Xiaolong, you are really embarrassing me. Besides you, who else do I know over there? I have only been there once. 】

Song Ye: [My brother has a fever, which has lasted for several days. 】

Song Ye: [You can do me a favor, take him in for one night, and I will contact Brother Yi tomorrow morning to ask him to find a way, okay? 】

Song Ye: [Really, really, you can see that he is like that, he can't be a demon, you believe me! ! 】

For the first time, Song Ye felt that as a liberal arts student, his language was extremely poor, and he would only try his best to make others believe him and his brother when things happened, but he would not be so generous if he wanted to put him in Yu Xiaolong's place.

So he could only seek truth from facts, and begged Yu Xiaolong's men to be merciful, to take him in for a night, and then spend some money on heating him, so that he wouldn't really freeze to death, and he could just throw it on the sofa or on the floor.

Yu Xiaolong hung up the phone and sat for a while. After suppressing all his anger properly, he got up and opened the door, fearing that if he coughed again outside, the old man next door would get up again to teach him a lesson and make him pay attention to the impact.

The light remained on, Xia Cong sat on the steps, eyes half closed, leaning his head against the wall, he heard Yu Xiaolong coming out, but he didn't seem to have much strength, he only tilted his shoulders slightly.

Yu Xiaolong tested the temperature on his forehead, and it was indeed a bit hot. He kicked him on the back twice, but Xia Cong didn't respond. People pulled up.

During this process, Yu Xiaolong suddenly thought that Song Ye didn't know anyone here, but he did. Not only did he know people, but Xia Cong also knew them.

He didn't throw him on the floor, but a little further in, onto the couch.

Before putting him down completely, Yu Xiaolong couldn't wait to get his cell phone, ready to call Luo Shaoqin.

As soon as he let go of his hand, a force climbed onto his shoulder and pulled him down. Yu Xiaolong was forced to turn over and rolled into the sofa. In the next second, his lips with unusual temperature were heavy. Don't put the mouth on his lips.

There was no transitional heat rushing in, and the pointed teeth opened, and when Yu Xiaolong had no time to respond, the slightly bitter taste remained on the inner wall of his mouth with the long drive, and he quickly tasted it.

Xia Cong firmly suppressed him, and brutally sucked and ravaged his lips, as if he was planning every step and desperately, his mouth was more like biting, with the eagerness to vent and reach the doomsday carnival, which made people's mouth hurt...

The stolen happiness is always short-lived, Yu Xiaolong knew how to resist under him, he pushed his knee hard to his side, which affected the abdominal injury just now, and the pain caused Xia Cong to take off most of it with all his strength .

Soon, he tasted the familiar smell of blood in his mouth.

He had to let people go.

The neckline of Yu Xiaolong's pajamas was rubbed a little messy, he didn't care, turned over at once, kicked the person down, and then wanted to pounce on him, but Xia Cong dodged it.

Xia Cong looked at him, as if he was afraid that he was not angry enough, parted his lower lip in front of him, and smiled, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction, but his expression was somewhat satisfied.

After being tricked so many times and still not having a long memory, he was fooled again so easily, no wonder Xia Cong came again, looking for him again, shame and anger made Yu Xiaolong's face extremely gloomy, "I shouldn't have believed you .”

Xia Cong sat up, watched his movements, took a few steps back, and raised his hand to stop him, "No, I'm out of strength, really, it was a flashback just now."

He was a little pitiful and aggrieved and wanted to make peace with him, "I just want to say goodbye to you so much. I don't know when I will wait until you give me a chance."

You think you can rely on deception, you can use force, it was like this in the past, and it is still like this now, all kinds of insults and injuries, the past and the present, form a net full of thorns in Yu Xiaolong's heart.

He didn't want to hear any reason from him, Xia Cong said that he had no strength and couldn't even hold the cup, but this time he nimbly dodged his attack, stumbled from the sofa to the door, and never got caught.

"I said before that I've had enough of you, but I actually miss you." Xia Cong leaned on one side of the table and looked at him from the air, "Especially when you look angry now."

Yu Xiaolong didn't know what he was missing. The two of them didn't have the patience and interest to play this kind of chasing after each other before. If it made sense, they would talk, and if it didn't make sense, they would fight.

At that time, they both had so much dissatisfaction with each other, but they were strangely inseparable. They would rather torture each other than tie each other to their side. Even more incredible than this, they once admitted that they liked each other.

"You came to me just to get beaten?"

Yu Xiaolong felt that it was childish for two adults to chase and fight like a cow, so he kicked over a chair suddenly and stopped.

Xia Cong can pretend to be other things, but not his body temperature. He really has a fever. Even though he was very touched by the days of being beaten, Yu Xiaolong still wished for a truce.

"Of course not. I've already told you why I'm looking for you." He took a deep breath and looked at him deeply, "Yu Xiaolong, for two whole years, there hasn't been a day when I didn't want to rough you up."

"Are you married? Does Miss Huo know if you think so?"

"Didn't you know it when you got engaged?" Xia Cong didn't know why, and looked a little disappointed, "I thought you cared about me, but you don't seem to care about me that much."

"Or is my marriage the reason for you not to give me rough?"

How could Yu Xiaolong endure his repeated verbal provocations, he felt that Xia Cong simply came to him to make a fool of himself and to seek death.

The room was only this big. Yu Xiaolong kicked something casually, and quickly blocked Xia Cong's way. He pressed the person to the ground, pulled up his collar, and dropped his fist.

Xia Cong never fought back, he didn't know if he really had no strength, or if he was willing to take these blows from him.

Yu Xiaolong was not interested in unilaterally abusing Yu Xiaolong, and Xia Cong's attitude of letting him vent his anger was even more painful. He gradually stopped, calmed down his breath, and remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something important.

Yes, he should call Luo Shaoqin and ask him to get rid of him now. He can't accept Xia Cong's non-resistance, and he can't be truly calm. The only solution is to let him go, leave here.

However, as soon as he let go, something flipped out from Xia Cong's collar, and fell heavily on the outside of his black sweater.

Yu Xiaolong saw it at a glance, he picked it up in his hand, and couldn't believe it.

It's the wooden ring.

This time he was no longer blind and unable to recognize what he made.

He used to be jealous of Gu Ranran, and his strong possessiveness made him make this ring on the spur of the moment. He wanted Xia Cong to wear it, but he couldn't say it out loud.

He waited again and again, until the breakup, until he himself forgot...

Now that he actually waited in such a situation, it became Xia Cong's bargaining chip to blackmail him into softening his heart.

Is it possible, whether it's the boat or the ring, thinking that bringing him memories of the past will make him submit obediently?

Yu Xiaolong's eyes turned red, he pulled the thin chain wearing the ring off Xia Cong's neck, raised his hand and wanted to throw it at the back window of the kitchen, there was a dry grass field outside, if you fall in, you will never be found.

Xia Cong grabbed his wrist, "Don't!"

He didn't know where the strength came from. In order to stop him, he almost threw himself on him and grabbed him tightly, "Don't throw it."

"I didn't wear it specially to see you, I'm not as good as you think..." Xia Cong laughed at himself, the corner of his mouth was cut, and a few streaks of blood ooze out, making his face look sickly and coquettish from this angle.

"From the moment you gave it to me, I've always wanted to wear it." He approached Yu Xiaolong, looked into his eyes and sighed softly, "I didn't dare until now."