unspeakable ice

For someone like Xia Cong who especially likes to take the initiative in some aspects, Yu Xiaolong doesn't know how he doesn't have to use it.

In fact, he couldn't even take his clothes off.

Yue Dui Yu Xiaolong's reluctance, taking off his own because of the fixedness of the hit, taking off half of the card and half, for those who are used to one-stop work in the hot weather, the feeling can be imagined, maybe they have never encountered such a thing in their life. kind of thing.

With great difficulty, he took off his coat and pulled Yu Xiaolong's sweater for a long time. He probably suddenly realized that no matter how enthusiastic he is, for him with only one hand, he still has more than enough energy to do such a thing. Xia Cong was immediately depressed.

He stopped and rested his breath against Yu Xiaolong's shoulder for a while.

Yu Xiaolong thought that he had recognized the facts and was finally willing to calm down. He hadn't seen him move for a long time, so he waited patiently for a while.

Then he found that not only did Xia Cong's messy hand stick into his clothes, but it gradually moved to the back of his waist, pulling away his knuckles and wanting to squirt down.

Yu Xiaolong pressed it down, and he looked at Xia Cong, Xia Cong was resting on his shoulder, and turned his head to look at him too.

His eyes are very bright, the kind that is paved with lights and is black and white and focused. It is not much different from when he first woke up sick in the hospital.

When looking at you like this, the eager desire and the grievance that cannot be obtained can be clearly seen in his eyes, and he is very good at measuring, making Yu Xiaolong feel that he can't bear to not cooperate and do something at this time, and he is very sorry for him.

After all, Brother Xiaolong is a soft-hearted person. After Xia Cong has expressed his needs countless times and raised his needs in this regard, it would be a bit cruel to refuse.

So by a strange coincidence, he took off the half-torn sweater.

The corners of Xia Cong's mouth curled up slightly, he hugged his waist tightly, and took a step back, Yu Xiaolong followed, once the pace catches up, the rest of the matter will be easy to handle.

Yu Xiaolong suspected that this might be his strategy again. When Xia Cong led him all the way back to the room, turned around and pushed him onto the bed, it was as if the disguise had been torn off, and there was nothing left to eat in his behavior. Poor hello.

There was no light in the room, Yu Xiaolong didn't like too bright environment, Xia Cong used to coax him with nonsense that he wanted to see him, but this time he didn't insist.

A round of firecrackers sounded in the distance, and gradually the light outside the window lit up, and when it flashed by one after another, you could see the soft snow and rain mixed in it, fluttering and falling, like broken wheat husks blown by the wind.

At a certain moment, Xia Cong saw Yu Xiaolong's slightly frowned eyebrows, and asked him if it was because of pain. During the two years of separation, Yu Xiaolong hadn't been in a relationship or had sex with anyone. It took a little patience.

There is some discomfort, but it is more due to the incompatibility of the foreign body. The pain is not considered as painful, and it is within his acceptable level.

Yu Xiaolong turned around and asked Xia Cong if it hurt. He couldn't see anything after turning off the light, but he kept paying attention to his hands.

Xia Cong couldn't hold some positions for too long, and Yu Xiaolong had to cooperate with him. After all, this may be the only time he allowed to change so many positions in all the love they did.

"It doesn't hurt." Xia Cong said not to Yu Xiaolong's forehead. The indoor temperature was high, and he started to sweat again. There was a thin layer of slippery touch under his hands. Before, he always complained that he couldn't hold him, but now he felt that it was not enough. .

Xia Cong suddenly turned to the end, and in the low voices of the two of them, he was next to Yu Xiaolong's ear, closed his eyes, and said: "I am willing to die of pain."

It was only later that Yu Xiaolong knew what Xia Cong meant when he said this, and that was after he said to take a bath, Xia Cong followed in and turned off the light, and forced him to do it again by the sink.

When he felt moist liquid under his hands, and when he turned on the light and saw that the edge of the wound was already bright red, Yu Xiaolong pushed the person away with a dark face.

He walked out without a word.

Xia Cong chased after him, and didn't think of what to say for a moment. I can't say that I was too happy to feel any physical pain at all, or in my opinion, I would do it once with you and now go out and get ten shots.

He followed all the way to the bedroom, seeing Yu Xiaolong started to get dressed, Xia Cong stood at the door, licked his lips, and said weakly: "I'm hungry."

"Endure." Yu Xiaolong replied coldly, and quickly finished dressing. He found gauze and treated the wound briefly, and then threw a piece of clothing to Xia Cong, saying that he would take him to the hospital.

He didn't say anything along the way, and Xia Cong deliberately made two jokes and he didn't answer them. The road was driven very fast for more than ten kilometers, and when he arrived, the doctor who was in charge was not there, so he had to find the corresponding department.

Yu Xiaolong roughly explained the situation, but of course he didn't mention anything that should be omitted.

So after looking at the wound, the doctor asked Xia Cong how he got it in a bad tone. An injury of this degree should not have been discharged from the hospital. Now that it is, you should be more careful.

This look is the consequence of not being careful or not paying attention.

It's not too much to say it was intentional.

Xia Cong glanced at Yu Xiaolong, turned around and coughed lightly, saying it was fried vegetables.

"Fried vegetables? Do you work in the canteen?" The doctor knew that he was talking nonsense as soon as he heard it. What kind of food can be fried like this? This level of wound tearing is almost the result of going to the gym to lift weights.

"I didn't lift the iron." Xia Cong said, honestly this time, "I lifted something else."

Yu Xiaolong kicked the leg of the stool he was sitting on.

The doctor didn't find out, so he dealt with it roughly. It's Chinese New Year, let him go back first, and let him report to the hospital early tomorrow morning.

After coming out of the hospital, Yu Xiaolong still kept his face sullen and didn't speak. Xia Cong asked him to put him down before entering the underground garage.

The time is close to zero, the night sky is full of fireworks, the snow has stopped, and it has not accumulated, and it has melted into a thin layer of rain on the ground.

"Ours hasn't been released yet," Xia Cong said.

Yu Xiaolong: "Wait fifteen."

Xia Cong smiled and said nothing, looked up into the distance, Yu Xiaolong waited for a while, saw him standing still, somehow suddenly remembered that day at the station, under the dim light, Xia Cong stood alone on the platform on the figure.

He sighed silently in his heart, went upstairs to the balcony to move down the fireworks, found a place to arrange them, and lit them all at once.

Xia Cong stood side by side with him, slowly moved closer to him, and touched him with the back of his hand. He knew that Yu Xiaolong was angry, but the anger probably had dissipated a lot when he decided to go upstairs.

Xia Cong's hands were cold, and he was in a hurry to go out without much clothes on. Yu Xiaolong brought a scarf down when he went up, and pulled him to a sheltered place to wrap it around.

Xia Cong hooked his finger and clasped it with cool fingertips, Yu Xiaolong held it and put it into his pocket.

After the last one was played, the scattered light fell little by little, and the light and shadow drawn by the color on the side face faded away. Xia Cong moved closer, breathing lightly, and when Yu Xiaolong turned around, he kept his mouth on his lips.

"Happy New Year, my little curly." He looked into Yu Xiaolong's eyes with a gentle smile, "It's been three years since I was here with you last time, and I still love you very much."

After a simple meal that night, Yu Xiaolong ignored Xia Cong's sincerity to persuade him to stay, and insisted on sleeping in the guest room, but when he woke up in the morning, he still saw him lying next to him.

He was just about to ask if his hand was okay, Xia Cong stuffed a red envelope into the collar of his pajamas before he could.

"Did you give it now?" Yu Xiaolong looked at him and asked, a little surprised that Xia Cong would give him a red envelope, and he didn't know when he prepared it.

"Of course it would be better to give it last night." Xia Cong smiled, "But the two of us just slept at that time. I'm afraid that if I give you money, you may misunderstand something."

Yu Xiaolong: "..."

Yu Xiaolong took it apart and took a look. It wasn't much, only a few hundred yuan, obviously wrapped for fun.

He accepted it, "It's not a misunderstanding."

"Ok?"

"It's hard to say whether this amount of money is enough to buy me, but it's definitely not enough for the medical expenses I advanced for you last night."

"Tsk." Xia Cong laughed, and lay on the bed with his head propped on his side, "They're all Brother Xiaolong's people, what's the difference between a family and a family."

"In that case," Yu Xiaolong walked to Xia Cong's bedside with anticipation in his eyes, bent down and kissed his forehead, "then be obedient and go to the hospital."

"..." Xia Cong was sure that he was serious, gave him a date, and when he was really going to throw him to the hospital on the first day of the new year, he fell back with a howl.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Shi Jie specially picked a good day, and got engaged to Zhao Fei, and stayed until May [-]st, when the time came, they would not do it and go abroad for a trip.

There are not many people invited this time. Zhao Fei’s adoptive parents and Uncle Yin, plus a few classmates who stayed in the local area to work, Shi Jie’s interpersonal relationship is also simple, family and relatives, the rest are friends, Yu Xiaolong, Zhou Xiaoding, Luo Shaoqin and others .

Xia Cong was not invited, but came here because of Yu Xiaolong's relationship. Shi Jie didn't say anything after seeing it, and he would say what he wanted to say. If he didn't speak, it was basically an acquiescence.

Otherwise, what can be done, it has reached this point, and he can't be Yu Xiaolong's master.

Not surprisingly, Shi Jie drank a little too much that night, and the journey was not easy, he was a little emotional, and even cried himself while talking, Yu Xiaolong was sincerely happy for him, and drank a lot with him.

A group of people refused to leave for a long time. After drinking, they said they were going to sing. Xia Cong said to Zhao Fei when they left, and took the opportunity to bring Yu Xiaolong out. I'm drunk, but I can't tell if I drink any more.

The way back was not far, they didn't drive, Yu Xiaolong's feet were a little fluttering, but he walked fairly straightly, even if he and Xia Cong were shoulder to shoulder, the shoulders must be exactly right, no more or less.

He has to wait for him when he is a little behind, and catch up to him if he is ahead. Xia Cong was about to laugh when Yu Xiaolong suddenly took something out of his pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

A dark suede box.

Xia Cong knew what was inside almost immediately.

He opened it, and it was a pair of silver rings.

The surface of the ring is very bright, the texture is not complicated, but the workmanship is very fine, there are words on the inside, and the names of two people are written.

"Did it yourself?" he asked.

"Ah."

"When?"

"you guess."

Xia Cong thought for a while and said, "I don't know."

Yu Xiaolong turned to look at him, "I don't know when you got that tattoo."

Xia Cong laughed, thought for a while, and decided not to tell him.

"That's even," he said.

(Finish)