Southern tide

They kissed hard, like fighting.The two had fought against each other countless times, biting each other to the death countless times, so the kiss at this time was also in this way, deeply lingering like flesh and blood.

Panting after the kiss.

They stared at each other for a long time, until the lights dimmed and there was only a faint silver glow in the room, they moved away from each other.The world suddenly fell silent, and they stared at each other's eyes and regained their composure.Afterwards, neither of them mentioned the kiss, nor did they mention the impulse of the moment.Just secretly, they both touched their lips in the dark, as if they were still remembering each other's temperature.

Just a kiss.They comfort themselves in this way.Who hasn't done such impulsive things when hormones are on the rise?A kiss means nothing.

So no one mentioned it any more.

Mu Yang threw down a box of scar-removing medicine: "Apply it twice a day. Don't let the wound get wet. Remember to change the bandage yourself. Don't eat spicy food. Don't drink alcohol."

The previous ones are all fine, you can't drink, and Zhou Mingshe will die.

Zhou Mingshea said, "If you take me away, they won't let you go."

Mu Yang lazily hummed: "First of all, they need to find me." Mu Yang raised his eyebrows: "Not many people know this place."

Zhou Ming sheath looked around.

This is a very small, very narrow attic.On the left side of the entrance is a small door, leading to the bathroom, where dry and wet are not separated.In front of you is the stove, the green sofa, and there is a small table and refrigerator by the window.There are short stairs above the stove, which creak when stepped on, and the mezzanine of the ceiling is the bed.

There are many clothes hanging on the sofa.There are books and bags around.

Zhou Mingshe glanced at it and said, "There is only one bed. Is it a double bed?" He said with a smile.

Mu Yang poured him a cup of hot water: "Even if it's a three-person bed, you still have to sleep on the sofa."

"It's fine for two people, but it's too much for three people," he said.

Mu Yang kicked his leg which was coiled by the sofa: "Get out."

Zhou Mingshea raised his head: "It hurts."

Mu Yang said, "It hurts and deserves it."

Zhou Mingshe said again: "I don't want to drink hot water. I want to drink ice water."

Mu Yang lowered his head: "Are you going to drink it yourself, or do you want me to force it down?"

He looked at Zhou Mingshea quietly, as if he was treating a disobedient child, and would teach him a lesson at any time.

However, Zhou Ming said recklessly, "You can feed me."

After all, Mu Yang didn't have the same knowledge as him, so he went to the bathroom to wash his hands.The water was splashing, and he suddenly saw himself in the mirror.The hair is a little long, blocking the eyes, and itching slightly on the eyelids.The corners of his mouth are upward.

He likes Zhou Ming sheath so much.

This is Mu Yang's own territory, even Mu Huaitian doesn't know about it.In the past, when he first arrived in Hong Kong City, he lived with Mu Huaitian.That's the activity room on the construction site.One by one, like express boxes, containing them like garbage.He and his father slept on bunk beds, with his father on the bottom and him on the top.The roommate's snoring was louder than Lei's. He couldn't sleep all night, and kept his eyes open to listen to the movement of other people across the paper.

After he broke up with Mu Huaitian, he saved money and wanted to rent a house.Houses in urban villages are always very cheap to rent, and you can find one for as little as 300 yuan a month.It's just that you have to endure the sound of drunks vomiting in the middle of the night, the sound of men and women arguing, and the crying of children.There is also the smell of sewers, the smell of melon and fruit peels, and the narrow high-voltage lines are cutting your life, and your life is caught in the gap between the walls.

But Mu Yang didn't care.

All he wants is his own bed, his own world.He only wants to see the moon in his hometown in this city through that window.The moon is the light of the hometown, and the beauty of the moon is shared by thousands of miles. Such a simple truth, the poems taught by the teacher when he was young, he did not understand until he was far away from his hometown many years later.Only then did I understand why the winter nights felt so long in the muggy Lingnan area like Hong Kong City.

He chose to live in this small attic because no one would bother him.It's too secluded here, it's the owner's private house.The landlord was the same age as him, and he was a young man who collected rent everywhere with a bunch of keys around his waist.They often drink together.Thus is this secret world obtained.

Mu Yang came out of the bathroom and saw Zhou Ming standing by the desk with his bare chest.He pretended to be a master, flipping through those textbooks and books.The textbooks are very new, and the owner probably hasn't even finished reading them once.Not to mention those question sets, they were piled together intact, waiting for the grandmother who collected the waste to yell and pass by, and then thrown down by the owner together.

Zhou Mingshe turned to look at him.

He looked at Mu Yang, but Mu Yang's eyes stopped on his body.

Mu Yang dares to be 100% sure about the body of the young man that Zhou Mingxiu did it on purpose.He took off his clothes on purpose, and used his young soul and young body/body to seduce him, hint at him, make a statement to him, and show off to him.That scar was not vicious, but gave him a wild taste.He is a wild horse, a wild wolf, a lonely soul on the grassland, and he is a man who wants to ride a horse and a knife to cross mountains and mountains.He can't catch it.

Zhou Mingshe said, "You are actually in school."

This tone made Mu Yang very uncomfortable.

He looked at Zhou Mingshea coldly, half mockingly and half uselessly, and stretched out his hand to tie a small knot on the back of his head: "Is it not possible?"

Zhou Mingshe took out a math book and flipped through two pages: "Have you read it?"

Mu Yang snorted, and snatched his book from him: "None of your business?"

Zhou Mingshea pointed at himself with a smile, and pointed at Mu Yang's eyes: "I am older than you. You have to be called brother. I can teach you."

Mu Yang posted it again.He was already close to the ear, even the initial consonant of the word "brother" was reached with his lips and the tip of his tongue, but he played tricks on Zhou Mingshea very slyly: "I will. You don't need to teach me."

Zhou Mingshe asked, "Why don't you go to school?"

Mu Yang lay on the sofa.Without Zhou Ming scabbard, this place is his.He stretched his legs and put them on the coffee table, narrowing his eyes lazily: "It's boring. I want to play. Can't you play?"

However, Zhou Mingshen would not persuade him to study like anyone else.He understood him, and he said, "Okay."

Mu Yang glanced at him.

He looked at Zhou Mingshea, who was bending over to open the freezer of the refrigerator.There are Mu Yang's beer, soda bottles, chocolates and sugar.Zhou Mingshea raised his eyebrows the moment he saw the chocolate, and glanced at Mu Yang.He didn't have to say what he saw, Mu Yang knew exactly what he was thinking.There seems to be a natural understanding between them for some reason.

Mu Yang said: "Is it not possible?" He always asked Zhou Mingshea, "I reward myself for the money I earn."

"What do you reward yourself with?"

Mu Yang said: "Reward me... for living another day."

Zhou Mingshea just paused, glanced at him, selected two bottles of beer, threw one bottle to Mu Yang, and kept the other bottle for himself.He closed the refrigerator door, opened the can with a snap, and poured cold beer down his throat. The refreshing cool air swept away the depression in his heart: "Do you want to die?"

"Can't you?" The third time.

Zhou Mingsheath was sitting on the leg of a huge doll—this was bought by Mu Yang after watching "Chongqing Forest".He likes the weirdness of another world in movies.So he buys a doll.Like Tony Leung, he talks to the inanimate doll and curls up in its arms waiting to be comforted.This keeps the legs tucked away without having to deal with the real world.

Zhou Mingshe said: "Yes. I often think so too."

Mu Yang paused.

"What I thought at the time was to find my mother. If she lives well, I will have a meal with her, and I will hide in Changbai Mountain. I don't need a gun, just a knife. I will live to the end of my life. Take my flesh and blood. Feed it to a bear or a tiger, and I will be with heaven and earth forever." Zhou Ming took another sip of wine: "If she is not doing well... I will go to earn money and let her live a good life. Until she doesn't need my day."

The complicated relationship between him and his mother is like the gully between Mu Yang and Mu Huaitian, the bad fate in this life will only be said in the next life, Mu Yang can understand.

Mu Yang fumbled for cigarettes everywhere, but couldn't find them. It seemed that they were confiscated by Lao Chen at the gate of the train station.Old Chen was too lenient, and Mu Huaitian didn't care about him like that.He had no choice but to say, "Now, where are you going to find it?"

Zhou Mingshea narrowed his eyes: "She didn't leave." He said, "She must still be in Hong Kong City. I can feel it. She won't stop in one place easily. She is like me, a person who can't stop... If she finds a job in Hong Kong City, it means that there is her concern here. I will look here, and I will not go anywhere until I find her. "

Mu Yang fiddled with the lighter: "Okay. That's your business." He deliberately looked mean: "But where do you live? They chase you so closely. What do you rely on for food? I guess you don't have a job at the construction site." can not go."

After he finished speaking, he lay on the sofa, covered with a shirt, and looked back at Zhou Mingsheath.His hair is slightly long and hangs by the side of the sofa.Zhou Mingshea looked at him, put down the beer can suddenly, lowered his head to look down into his eyes, nose to nose: "Don't you have a double bed here..." His voice was very low, "You don't intend to pity me ?"

It's disgusting when Zhou Mingsheath sells miserably, Mu Yang thought.It's a pity he was very useful.

Mu Yang deliberately dodged backwards, but was caught back in front of Zhou Ming's scabbard.He didn't understand how a person could inexplicably develop such a strong desire to control and possess overnight, so he had no choice but to spread his hands: "Do you want me to support you?"

Zhou Mingshe said: "I'm very good, I can do everything."

Hearing this, Mu Yang got goosebumps.Why didn't he see at the time that the taciturn, fierce young man like a little wolf would look like this after he put down his knife, took off his camouflage coat, and was dazzled by hormones?He regretted it a little.

Mu Yang replied, "Will you shut up?"

Zhou Mingshe said: "No." He added, "But if you help me take a bath, I will."

He sat cross-legged on the edge of the sofa, with one hand propped on the tea table, carelessly stroking Mu Yang's long hair, looking down at him, and then softly said, "Help me."

This is too ambiguous.