Southern tide

Of course Mu Yang jumped.If someone is willing to pick him up, he will not dance for nothing.

What's more, this person is Zhou Mingshea.

He smiled, climbed up the window, squinted his eyes and pretended to hesitate for a moment like a kitten, then jumped down under Zhou Mingshea's impatient look.He fell like a bird in a wooden cage.Zhou Ming sheathed him firmly.

The man's arms were hot.Zhou Mingshea, who is between a boy and a man, is hotter than fire in his open and sincere embrace.In his arms, Mu Yang could hear the heartbeat, heavy, one after another, as if every beat was expressing the joy and pride in the master's heart at this time.Zhou Mingshea's voice patted beside his ears: "How is it?"

He took a step back and let go of Mu Yang.

Mu Yang looked into his eyes, he felt that this man was too proud.Satisfied, the tail is raised.He has to step on it.

So Mu Yang said: "Well, you owe me three favors. There will be no next time."

Zhou Mingxie posted it over: "You took the initiative to find me, does that count?"

Mu Yang said: "Then I'm leaving." He pointed to the intersection of the train station not far away, "There are people trying to arrest you everywhere, you run away by yourself."

The little fox who must take revenge.

Relying on him being half a head taller than Mu Yang, Zhou Mingshe grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him back to him insincerely: "I was wrong. I owe you. I owe you three favors. You can brag about this for the rest of your life."

Mu Yang raised his eyebrows, as they did when they first met: "Is your favor very valuable?"

Zhou Mingxie said: "If it's owed to a profiteer like you, it's worth a lot."

Mu Yang laughed.

It's easy to talk about after leaving the train station.Zhou Mingsheath said that he was a ground snake, he circled around and could always crawl out.Mu Yang said that you made me too harsh.Ground snakes can also bite.

Mu Yang asked him to sit on the side of the road wearing his hat, and he went to pick up the car at the gate of the train station.When he was picking up the car, he met Lao Chen and said a few words to him.Old Chen asked him if his friend had seen him, and Mu Yang was very frank: "I'm going to take my friend home."

Old Chen narrowed his eyes: "What kind of friend?"

Mu Yang said: "Same as me, a free person."

Hence the delay.

When he returned to Zhou Mingshea, he saw Zhou Mingshea leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.His eyelashes quivered slightly, like a spider's web in the wind.Mu Yang laughed, it was the first time he saw Zhou Mingshea so fragile.So he bent down, brushed away Zhou Mingshea's hair, and was about to laugh at him, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Zhou Mingshea's face was pale.Exhaustion and burnout appeared on his pale face, and Mu Yang smelled blood.

He is too familiar with this smell, because he is often hurt.

He lowered his head and saw Zhou Mingshe was clutching his stomach quietly.

There is an extremely long and deep wound on the abdomen, which was accidentally scratched by the steel bars on the wall when he jumped from the window just now.He suddenly understood why Zhou Mingsheath jumped down first.It's not out of anger, and it's not to show off to him, it's just that he sees the danger, and he knows that getting hurt will hurt.So even if there is only a slight possibility, he protects him.

He protects food, he is a wolf.He didn't even bleed.

Mu Yang suddenly became angry, frowned and pulled Zhou Ming's sheath up: "Can't speak?"

Zhou Mingshea woke up from his lethargy. He lowered his head and looked at him very softly: "No. Wait for you to ask."

Mu Yang's anger vented again.

There was nothing he could do with Zhou Ming's scabbard, so he told him to sit in the back.He gave the only helmet to Zhou Ming's scabbard, and he approached and fastened it for him.This angle is too intimate, Zhou Mingshea nodded his head slightly like a chick pecking rice, so from time to time he felt Zhou Mingshea's chin sweeping over the top of his head.

He asked Zhou Mingsheath to hold his waist tightly.

It was the first time for him to drive the motorcycle so fast, it was really fast, roaring forward like lightning and thunder in the sultry night of Hong Kong City.Both BMW and Mercedes have to avoid this maniac.He rode all the way along the Pearl River, skimmed the full moon and the rippling sea of ​​stars, passed the laughing crowd and the bustling city, turned into a small alley, stopped for a moment in front of the pharmacy, and yelled for the first time. Shout to the clerk to get alcohol swabs and bandages.

Zhou Mingsheath stuck to his ear and spoke slowly: "Don't you have these things at home? Don't you like fighting the most, huh? Little Leopard?"

Mu Yang waited patiently for him to finish, then glared at him viciously: "Shut your mouth, don't make me angry."

Zhou Mingshea smiled and shut up obediently.

Mu Yang supported him and led him upstairs.

He lived in a very small tube building, and the cramped and winding stairs were not enough for two people to sit side by side.The stairs were steep, and Zhou Mingshea naturally wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged his neck.Mu Yang said in a low voice: "When you recover from your injury, I'll get it back together."

Zhou Mingshe said: "I don't want to. I want to eat your interest for the rest of my life."

Mu Yang finally climbed up to the fourth floor.

It is said to be the fourth floor, but it is actually a small attic.It is reasonable to say that the illegally developed ones cannot be inhabited.But such a dark world has become the only comfortable place for Mu Yang in this world.Now it is also Zhou Ming's sheath.

Mu Yang took out the key to open the door, and put Zhou Ming's sheath on the small green sofa.In the end, the barbarian was unreasonable, grabbed him and held him down.The two lay on top of each other like an arhat, and the sofa complained "squeaky".

Mu Yang supported himself with his arms, avoiding the injury of Zhou Ming's sheath below him.But the sofa is really too small, there is nowhere to put his hands, so he had to take a free time and put it on the palm of Zhou Mingsheath.So the ten fingers were placed in perfect fit, and with a slight movement, they could hold each other's hand tightly.

But no one moved.

Time seemed to freeze in an instant, and they only heard the movement of the little red goldfish in the fish tank not far away.

The sound of gurgling water is not only from the fish tank, but also a kind of excitement in my heart.The rush of the tide, the sound of summer.

Light and shadow shone on their faces through the water, shadowy, they looked into each other's eyes, smelled the blood and sweat on their bodies, and seemed to have traveled far away in an instant.

Mu Yang lowered his head: "I'll take a cotton swab."

However, the hair was gently grabbed by Zhou Mingsheath.His slightly long hair trembled at the fingertips of Zhou Mingsheath, trying to escape, but was caught by him.

"Not urgent."

Mu Yang's ears trembled slightly.His earlobe was red, he didn't know it, but his voice was still pretending to be calm: "Not in a hurry? Wait until you lose blood and die."

Zhou Mingshea stared at him: "No hurry."

Mu Yang was stunned by his gaze, and his heart jumped violently.

He understands, he is not a fool, he understands everything. When he was 15 years old, he had a magnificent and happy dream. In the dream, he met a person whose soul and body were united, and he felt the same way at that moment.

Mu Yang knew that something was trapped, so he immediately got up and avoided: "I'm going."

Zhou Mingshe let him go temporarily.

He looked at Mu Yang's back.

He took a cotton swab and disinfectant iodine, returned to the sofa and asked Zhou Ming to roll up the clothes.Zhou Mingxiu did as he was told, flipping off his short sleeves to expose his chest.The hot chest of a young man.There was a wound on the lower abdomen, which was slightly scarred and surrounded by blood.Mu Yang approached, bowed his head and carefully treated the wound for him.

So he and Zhou Mingsheath were so close that their breathing became entangled.At this moment, he was confused and infatuated, and he suddenly remembered watching Wong Kar-wai's movies with his friends.If they lived in Wong Kar Wai's world, at this time, Wong Kar Wai would say, "That day, the distance between them was 0.5 centimeters."

The colors and lights in the movie are blurry and bright, so moving, he suddenly thought of a question that he hadn’t thought about before, he asked himself: in those frame-by-frame pictures taken away by Wong Kar Wai, is the protagonist secretly kissing? Over each other?

He glanced at Zhou Mingsheath's lips.Pale with blood loss.But he suddenly had an impulse, and he couldn't think about it.

This glance was caught by Zhou Mingshea.The hunter narrowed his eyes, examining his contents.

He lowered his eyes and kept dipping the blood away with his face, and threw it aside, his body was finally clean.

The wound has been treated, but he refuses to get up.He even wanted to peel off those blood scabs again, so that he could stay on Zhou Ming's sheath all the time.However, the other party had already spoken, and his voice was hoarse: "What do you see me doing?"

Mu Yang replied, "What do you think?"

His fingertips moved over and over again on the opponent's lower abdomen until the blood dried up.He had to unscrew the red syrup and apply a circle around the wound to sterilize it.The nose is filled with the smell of red potion, which is the smell of young people, the smell of scars and growth brought about by wildness, fierceness, and refusal to admit defeat.

Zhou Mingsheath grabbed his hand: "Mu Yang."

Mu Yang simply ignored him.

"Shut up, it's too noisy," he said.

Then look down for the bandages.

Mu Yang's hand caressed Zhou Mingsheath's waist over and over again, so dexterously, as if scratching an itch, he wrapped those bandages over and over again.

Zhou Mingsheath's body was itchy, his throat was itchy, his heart was itching, and his whole body became hot again.Half hurt, half heartbroken.However, his cells were about to go crazy, beating hard, and trying to calm down breathing again and again.

But he couldn't help it.

He couldn't help chasing the neon lights and colorful lights and shadows on Mu Yang's face, couldn't help chasing the expression in his eyes, couldn't help leaning forward slightly, wanting to bite his bright red lips and suck The blood in his body turned his spirit and flesh into his own and sucked it into his body.

However, Mu Yang seemed to be absent-minded, but at this time he dodged extremely cunningly.

He raised the bandage, grabbed Zhou Mingsheath's hand with a smile, wrapped it around his wrist, pulled it over, and put it on his shoulder: "What do you want to do," he asked, "Do I agree?"

When he spoke, his lips opened and closed, and Zhou Mingshea could only stare at the tip of his tongue.Couldn't look away at all.The pain and long-suppressed anger drove him crazy, and he was desperate to do something at this moment.

But before he could do anything, the face approached him.Getting closer and closer, Zhou Mingsheath could not see his lips and teeth, and finally, Mu Yang's passionate eyes, which seemed to contain a pool of water, lay in front of him.

He took the initiative to come over and gently grabbed Zhou Mingsheath's lips.

Drive in.

Their impulsive first kiss, smelt of red syrup.