unspeakable ice

Yu Xiaolong walked down the mountain, his steps were quick and hard, his legs were sloppyly stepping on the road, he was about to run, when the strong wind that hit him hit his face one after another, like a knife cutting him. The pain was like a laceration.

He was panting violently, each sound came from the depths of his throat, as if it was overdrawing his life, he wanted to stop, but he sucked in one breath to the end, and exhaled that one, completely out of his control.

He couldn't tell where the pain was in his body, he just felt the pain, and every inch of his muscles was tortured. His hands and feet trembled, and he walked faster and faster, as if there was a chasing beast behind him, making him eager to escape from here.

The manic and depressive energy that filled the closed body was flowing wildly, he didn't dare to stop, he was afraid that if he didn't leave, staying here for a second, thinking about one more question, would push him into a desperate situation.

What is this, because he can't say it, can't refute the facts in Xia Cong's mouth, so he deserves to suffer two fucking years?

He didn't leave decently and had a choice. He was kicked out without prior notice, without any discussion, and without even a half-hearted farewell. He was thrown out of the door in disgrace.

What was Xia Cong thinking then, arbitrarily deciding that he sacrificed his life for righteousness, and thought he would be considerate?If he smashed something and lost his temper, he would be able to act as if nothing had happened, and return here to continue his previous life?

But listening to what he said, he clearly knew, knew how much Yu Xiaolong had paid for him, and what he had achieved, it was far from being able to sum it up in one sentence, but he regarded him as a machine that can be freely retracted, or a figment of his imagination. He is naturally cool and thin.

The hat fastened by Xia Cong was blown away by the wind, and soon, the first thing he felt among the mixed pains all over his body was the tearing sensation on the pinnae.

It may have been blown apart by the wind, or it may have been scratched by dead branches on the road. In short, it should have been broken, and warm and sticky blood flowed down the neck.

Yu Xiaolong finally slowed down.

His heart was beating violently, and the cold wind was accumulating in his mouth and nose, unable to inhale into his lungs and unable to exhale, as if stuck in his throat.

The blood continuously rushing to the top of his head made him unconscious. He didn't know where he was, whether he was walking or whether he had stopped, and too strong external stimuli hit him one after another.

He felt like he was going crazy.

With an extremely hoarse roar, tears burst out, covering his whole face, he couldn't stand well, sit well, walk well, or stay well, as if the whole body had been misplaced long ago. At this moment, people are finally torn apart.

He knew that he held a breath in his heart, this breath has always been there, even though it has made him sleepless for two years, but he doesn't want to let it go.

When he can't get along with himself, holding his breath can make him less complaining.

He still wants to live, to live up to everyone's expectations and get out of this failed relationship.

He is good at everything, pretending that everything is good, seven or eight hundred days and nights are enough for him to forget, so almost now, no matter how long it takes, it will be tiresome.

But at this moment, Xia Cong came back and told him to wait, and the truth.

The truth is that it was a scam for his own good, a white lie that wanted to protect him so he did not hesitate to hurt him.

The breath, which had accumulated over time and formed a cocoon, suddenly became a pointless joke at this moment.

The arm was grabbed tightly from behind, Yu Xiaolong flung it away, heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and realized that he was still walking forward, he intentionally tilted his head to the other side, and the pinna of his ear rubbed against the edge of the hat, causing a sharp pain Make him shiver.

Xia Cong came to pull him again, and insisted that he stop first. From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, Yu Xiaolong walked wildly all the way. He didn't follow every minute, but when he chased here, he obviously felt that something was wrong with him.

"I called someone to pick us up, wait here first." Xia Cong used some strength to shield Yu Xiaolong from the wind. During the tearing, he smelled the smell of blood, and then saw the dark pimples flowing down from his ears. trace.

He was startled, and tried to get a better look at his shoulder, but Yu Xiaolong punched him back, "Get lost."

Xia Cong heard that his voice was wrong, so he couldn't let him beat him this time, and while he was fighting back, he hugged him violently, and when the two of them fell into the pile of dry grass next to him, he pressed him to break Yu Xiaolong's barrier Eyes on arms.

Originally, he just wanted to see his wound, but when Xia Cong was out of breath and endured the pain and finally managed to touch his face, what he touched with his fingertips was a cold hand.

He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned red.

This feeling is not unfamiliar, it may have appeared at a certain moment, for example, that day when he stood beside Huo Yujie, looked at the glass shards and wine stains on the ground, and recognized that the wooden fragments wrapped inside were the ship. when the boat.

Another example is when Yu Xiaolong and Shi Jie went to the airport and sat in the waiting hall in a daze. They didn't even realize that their mobile phones were lost.

There was also the black dog, which was transported out of the cabin, its dying appearance. Xia Cong saw it earlier than Yu Xiaolong. At that time, the feeling of knowing that he was about to experience loss but being powerless was probably the same as it is now.

In the past two years, it was not just Yu Xiaolong, he also had a bad life, but if he made this choice again, he might still do it.

He will not give up getting acquainted with him, and will not regret being trapped in this relationship, but he will consider more carefully about taking him away, instead of being dazed for a while, thinking that he has the ability to protect him.

Xia Cong sat up, pulled Yu Xiaolong up, palmed the back of his head and pressed him on his shoulders, seemingly trying to comfort him, but the action of him lowering his head and burying his face deep into Yu Xiaolong's side neck seemed to be Turn to him for comfort.

Yu Xiaolong opened his eyes, looked over Xia Cong's shoulders, and stared blankly into the distance, the wind was blowing like a whip, and the dead branches and fallen leaves in the darkness were like ghost shadows.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized how crazy and inappropriate it was to sit at the foot of a deserted mountain and cry in the middle of the winter night.

Xia Cong patted him on the back, gradually, Yu Xiaolong's breathing became even with his movements, he began to feel the cold, he clenched his teeth and shivered.

"It's always easy to joke, but it's hard for me to talk seriously about love." Xia Cong hugged him tightly, "Do you remember what I said before, everyone is in the past, only you are in the present."

"Yu Xiaolong," Xia Cong hugged him even tighter, pressed him close to his ear, and called his name, "You are my eternal right time."

The person Xia Cong called came soon, and drove two cars, one for him, and the other should have a traction tool, ready to drag the bread back.

Xia Cong joked that he might as well stop taking it and give Shi Jie a new one. If he wants to accept it, it is his day's credit that the car can't get up.

Yu Xiaolong didn't speak, except for the sound of rolling, he leaned against the edge of the back of the chair, looking out of the window in a daze, Xia Cong glanced at him from time to time, and gradually fell silent.

After driving downstairs to his house, Yu Xiaolong pushed the door and got out of the car, but he still didn't say a word. When he walked into the corridor and took out the key to open the door, he found that Xia Cong followed him.

Yu Xiaolong stood up straight, paused for a moment, Xia Cong leaned over behind him, suddenly took his hand, pushed the key into the keyhole, pushed it to the end, and quickly turned it around to the right.

The door opened, Xia Cong walked in faster than him.

"Borrow a night." Afraid Yu Xiaolong would think too much, he added, "Just give me a sofa."

Yu Xiaolong ignored him, he was very thirsty, he went into the kitchen to drink a glass of water, there was no hot one, cold ones were fine, he was falling down, Xia Cong pushed him out, and together with the kettle, he said he would give it to him Heat it up before drinking it, and let him endure it.

"..." Yu Xiaolong didn't say anything, and walked around him to take a bath. Xia Cong groped around the kettle before finding the switch. Just as he was about to remind Yu Xiaolong to show him the wound on his ear, he had already entered the bathroom and locked the door. .

Xia Cong leaned against the stove, wanting to ask him if he was hungry. He hadn't eaten all night, and if he knew he was thirsty, it would be so easy to stop on the road, but because he didn't want to talk to him, he endured it no matter what.

He wanted to take it easy with Yu Xiaolong, everything must have a process, Xia Yi was worried that it was not in his plan for him to come to Yu Xiaolong, but it was not a disruption, after all, he just wanted a chance to explain .

Now that there is, no matter what reaction Yu Xiaolong has after listening to it, and how much time it takes to digest it, he can accept it, and he will not force him to make a choice again.

After Yu Xiaolong finished washing, Xia Cong gave him the warm water that had been mixed, and he took it and went directly into the room.

Soon he lay down, but the door was not closed, Xia Cong acquiesced that he got the permission to stay overnight, and Yu Xiaolong left him the right to go to his room to get the quilt and share the air conditioning and heating.

Although it was also possible, he didn't want to waste any time with him in order to drive him out.

In the middle of the night, Yu Xiaolong felt someone climbed onto the bed from behind him. He had just fallen asleep and didn't open his eyes in a daze. were hugged together.

After hugging for a while, he raised his hand and lightly touched his ear, carefully avoiding the injured place.

The gap was not big, and scabs had formed. Xia Cong breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against Yu Xiaolong, touched his forehead again, worried if he had a fever, but fortunately, he didn't.

Determined that he didn't eat or drink and went to bed so early because he was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk to him, Xia Cong finally let go of his heart, he stared at the back of his head, and gently brushed the short hair roots on it.

"Yu Xiaolong." He yelled, very softly, as if shouting for fun, and didn't really want to wake him up.

"Don't be angry." He called his name again, after a moment of silence, kissed his forehead, got up and left.

Yu Xiaolong woke up the next morning, but he didn't see Xia Cong. The sofa was very clean and there was no trace of sleeping. If his consciousness last night was true, Xia Cong had been sitting here in the first half of the night, just like him. Did not fall asleep.

He went to the kitchen, there was boiled water in the thermos, and a post-it note was pasted on the refrigerator.

The usual flamboyant words, but this time it was written stroke by stroke, [Go back to N City for something, you don't need to speak, but you have to answer the phone. 】

In the lower right corner of the paper, a two-headed figure with his back facing him was drawn, with curly hair, sitting cross-legged in pajamas, and a symbol representing anger was hung on his right head.