Southern tide

The sound of crying/bed did not stop until two o'clock in the morning, when Zhou Mingshe was smoking a cigarette by the window.

These are the cigarettes he bought at the commissary, not the ones he usually smokes, but the one Mu Yang likes.The cigarette Mu Yang smoked was very light, not strong at all, so there was no tobacco smell on his body, and he was as refreshing as a good student.

Zhou Ming smoked the sheath one by one, and soon, cigarette butts piled up by the window.He smoked half a pack, and the smoke in the room could not be dispersed.The dim streetlights shone in through the broken glass windows, covering his face and outlining his slightly frowning brows.He has an extremely cold face, lonely and dangerous.

While smoking, he thought about Mu Yang.Hearing the screaming/bed sound next door, he was also thinking of Mu Yang.Soon, the picture in my mind changed.Become charming, fragrant and attractive.He thought of Mu Yang's two long legs stretched out on the steps.It reminded me of the white and thin waist under the white T-shirt.What does it feel like to hug such a young body and play tricks on it?

When kissing Mu Yang, was it the smell of cigarettes or soda?

The night is dark and the world is quiet.Those men and women lingering in the darkness seemed tired too.Zhou Mingshe lowered his eyes, put out the cigarette on the window sill, and got out of bed.Mu Yang was right, in such a place, he couldn't sleep at all.Not because of the woman's voice, but because he was thinking of him.

Zhou Mingsheath had to take a shower.

But he just "squeaked" the door of the room that was better than nothing, and ran into a woman in the corridor.

The woman was wearing a suspender dress, with the belt falling loosely on her arms, revealing her round and fair shoulders.With cheap big waves hanging behind her, she turned around, revealing a very gorgeous face.Danfeng eyes, red lips, short nose, all kinds of styles.She held a cigarette between her fingers.

She obviously has a lighter, because her hand is already reaching into the purse.She wasn't ashamed to see traces of panties and condoms in the purse.This is a normal desire of human beings. If you like me, there is nothing you can't say.

But when she saw Zhou Mingshea, she narrowed her eyes and reached out to Zhou Mingshea: "Handsome guy, borrow a fire."

Very childish approach to strike up a conversation.

Zhou Mingshe didn't mind, but still avoided all contact with her without leaving a trace.Women will understand.

She lit the cigarette and took a puff, but turned around and called Zhou Mingshea.

"what's your name?"

Zhou Mingshe didn't look back at all.

After taking a shower in the public bathroom, he returned to his room.The mist from the shower made him top-heavy, and he could only blow the night breeze by the bed.When he woke up, he walked to the table and suddenly found that the wallet on the table had been touched.He is not afraid of losing money at all, and he can make money if he loses it.

But when he opened the leather wallet, the thing he was most worried about happened: the ID card had been tampered with.The woman came in.

On the ID card are his unruly eyes when he was a teenager.After all, his surname is Zhou.

Zhou Mingsheath immediately packed up his things and prepared to go downstairs to leave.He has almost guessed the cause and effect: why did the woman ask his name?Generally speaking, one night's enthusiasm is not enough to miss a person's name.The only explanation is the same as what Mu Yang said, these women have poisonous eyes and fast mouths.

The Zhou family must have chased him all the way to Hong Kong City, cast a huge net, and started hunting for him.They will not make a big show, so as not to overwhelm the enemy, but they will quietly follow Zhou Mingxie's footsteps.Capture him before he is caught.The method is the same as Mu Yang helping him find someone, one to pass one on, one to instruct one.Women should have been charged.

Zhou Mingshen is a smart person, and his thoughts are deep enough. When he went downstairs, he had already thought things through clearly.

However, the general "squeaked" to the second floor, and his footsteps stopped suddenly.He heard voices downstairs.In the overflowing warm yellow light, the familiar Beijing movies are so harsh.They asked if they had seen a young man.The description matches Zhou Mingsheath everywhere.

Zhou Mingshe didn't have to finish listening, and immediately tiptoed back to the fourth floor.He blocked the door with a table, and tied the cloth bag with a change of clothes tightly around his body.He looked out of the window: the fourth floor is a bit high, but fortunately, there are railings on the wall.The iron rod was covered with blood-red rust, Zhou Ming sheathed it tightly and crawled down.

It has been exposed to wind, frost and rain for many years, and it has reached the end of its life.It couldn't bear the weight of Zhou Ming's sheath, and split in two with a "snap".Zhou Ming sheath fell from a height of three meters and hit the trash can heavily.He felt as if his back had been hit hard by a boulder, and a whole spine was broken into seven pieces.But he got up immediately.He is used to this pain.When he was young, he grew up at the foot of Changbai Mountain, and he had looked at those wild horses, moose, and tigers in the mountain stream.Pain is a treasure of human beings.

When he fell into the embrace of the cramped and narrow alley with a "boom", Tiangong also let down a thunder with a "boom".It was a thunderclap, which made people tremble all over, and suppressed all the cries of this southern city under their feet.The hot and humid summer started from that day.

The thunder hid the traces of Zhou Ming's sheath, allowing him to throw off the pursuers for a short time, like an unlucky mouse running at a fork in the road.But these people are extremely clever, and they know how to snare a rabbit.Outnumbered, there are fewer and fewer places for Zhou Mingsheath to hide.

He didn't have time to get out of this gloomy and low urban village, and was blocked in the shadows.He panted slightly against the wall, and beads of sweat fell to the ground with a "slap".He heard his heart beating fast.At the same time, he heard footsteps on the other side of the wall.Those people are getting closer and closer.Zhou Mingshea could only look down at his hands.He didn't know how long he could last with his bare hands.

Just as he lowered his eyes, determined to fight a bloody path.A white and bony hand suddenly drilled out from the corner.The palm of this hand appears thin, with long, soft lifelines.The back of his hand has distinct blood vessels, light blue in color, like a verdant qiu tree, with a faint woody fragrance.

He clamped Zhou Mingsheath's shoulders and throat.With only three points of force, gently grabbed him.Zhou Mingxie almost threw him to the ground with a backhand, but he had fought against this person too many times, and he remembered every habit and appearance of him in his heart.

Mu Yang looked at him teasingly and smiled, he stood on tiptoe, leaned close to Zhou Mingshea's ear, and gave a soft "shh".

He said, "Who is chasing you, little wolf?"

Zhou Mingshea raised his eyes.Under the cold city lights, there is a lake of spring water flowing in his eyes.

Mu Yang was so close, as if he was gently kissing his earlobe.