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"elder brother……"

"What will you do if I kill someone?"

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This should be a thrilling sentence, no matter how stable it is, when you know that your lover may murder his life and his hands are full of blood, he will not be indifferent.

Yun Zi'an's eyes seemed to be firmly nailed to the depths of Rong Xiao's pupils, unwilling to let go of the slightest detail change in the gray-black eyes, even if it was a shock, even a panic, or... a deeper level of disappointment , he seemed to be in a nightmare, and seemed to be falling deeper, taking Rong Xiao's emotions as a whip for self-punishment, even if he was bruised and bruised.

However, from the beginning to the end, Rong Xiao's expression did not change the slightest, not even the slightest vibration.

On the contrary, it was Yun Zian who saw himself pale and panicked from the depths of his pupils.

Rong Xiao's eyes seemed to be a rippling ocean. He stroked Yun Zi'an's face with his palm, and his thumb brushed the shadows under his eyes as if distressed. His voice was gentle and calming, "Yun Zi'an..."

"I've seen so many vicious people, ranging from serial murderers to drug tyrants..." He couldn't help but smile, "None of them would say that they killed someone before , I yelled 'Brother' affectionately, and I had to ask him what to do."

Rong Xiao rubbed Yun Zian's cheek with the tip of his nose, and rubbed the back of his neck with his palm for a while, as if seeing Zheng Lai seemed to be smoothing his hair, "Yuan, do you know what you look like now?"

"Looks like a poor puppy begging me not to go."

Rong Xiao's reaction was so unexpected that Yun Zian couldn't even react in time, his pupils shrank as if pinched, and his upper body retreated subconsciously, "You..."

Rong Xiao kissed the corner of his lover's mouth lightly, then supported his palm with his right hand, and rubbed the lines on the palm with his fingers with thick calluses, his voice was mellow and hoarse with a bit of teasing, "How many people do you think... I killed?"

Yun Zian realized that his problem seemed to be a bit of a joke in front of Rong Xiao who is the CYO, and he couldn't say anything for a while, "That's not the case..."

"Then are you afraid of me?" Rong Xiao took a step further, almost looking into the depths of his soul, "When I intertwine with your fingers, you will think of how much blood this hand has been stained with, and how much blood has been taken away. Is it human life?"

"I have never seen a murderer who, because of what he did, was so depressed that he couldn't control the pain, and even needed medicine to barely survive." Rong Xiao's eyes shimmered, it was just like his belief in justice and moral axioms, "Only kind, soft and empathetic people will fall into such pain caused by self-blame and guilt, but this is not because of weakness, let alone incompetence. If I can describe it in one sentence, it should be—"

"I have known the greatness of the universe, but I still feel sorry for the green grass and trees."

Rong Xiao's words were like a final word, but Yun Zi'an still avoided subconsciously, probably like a night insect that could not see the light, but Rong Xiao clamped his chin with his fingers, forced his eyes to meet, and said very seriously, "And even if you If you really killed someone, then remember, leave the murder scene to me. The practice of setting fire to the corpse is too childish. Modern criminal investigation can find clues with a little investigation. Rivers of blood flowed all over the ground, and I could handle it so well that even a seven or eight-year-old police dog couldn't smell it."

"Understood?" The corners of Rong Xiao's mouth curled up, and he pinched Yun Zian's cheek and swayed from side to side. This habit is the same as pinching his nose to tease him when he was a child. dog?"

He handed the phone to Yun Zian again, and said in a tone that could not be refused, "I guess your doctor is that bastard named Yan Si, call him, and I will interrogate him myself."

That bastard named "Yans" was obviously not in the call service area at this time.

The most painful thing about hemorrhoids is not the operation process, but the dressing change after the operation. Even a tough guy like steel can scream in pain.

In order to prevent anyone who might be acquainted with him from appreciating his indecent side, Yan Si specially changed to an ordinary hospital that did not overlap with his social circle. Lying on the operating bed with half anesthetized buttocks, I was able to chat with the surgeon for half an hour about "the application of near-infrared spectroscopy to annular mixed hemorrhoids".

After getting off the operating bed, the attending doctor held his hand, and it was like seeing each other late, "Oh my god, big brother, I have to treat you tonight, can you eat spicy hot pot? Can you add garlic? "

With excellent technology and unisex good looks, the ward where Yan Si is located can be checked [-] to [-] times a day. Young nurses and young doctors come to get together when they have nothing to do, and their laughter and laughter can be heard even if they are separated by more than ten meters. arrive.

But even so, Yan Si still felt that something was missing.

When he accidentally looked at the potted fortune tree on the windowsill, he suddenly realized that there was a piece of wood missing!

He immediately took a picture of the hospital gown on his body, and sent it to Moments with a whoosh, and then thought happily about how to eat this fish tonight, as if waiting for a big fish to take the bait.

Then he waited for a day and a night without any movement...

The little nurse rushed to change Yan Si's dressing, and almost got into a fight. In consideration of peace, Yan Si invited all the sisters out and changed it for himself. Holding his buttocks, he moved step by step into the ward.

The pain became like this grandma's, and of course her expression couldn't be better. It felt like a ferocious door god or a Nian beast with teeth and claws. There is a pair of dark blue old-fashioned plastic slippers per person on the floor, and they creak and creak when they walk. They don't wear the ascetic and perverted gold-rimmed glasses that are always on the bridge of the nose, so they can't be gentle and scum, and they look more like an old man. .

Yan Si suddenly appeared in front of Meng Wen with such an image that was very different from usual.

Meng Wen is really a well-mannered visitor. He sat on the bench brought to him by the patient in the bed next to him. Because the temperature in the ward was a bit high, he took off his suit jacket, folded it and hung it on his arm, revealing that the inside was ironed to nothing. A wrinkled white shirt, buttoned up to the neckline one by one,

What's more frightening is that he is still wearing the British holster-style suspenders on the shirt, which just outlines the outline of the back muscles everywhere, and he still wears the gloves on his hands, with his slender fingers resting on his knees In fact, this kind of old-fashioned style almost stabbed Yan Si's sexuality firmly.

So... In addition to disheveled clothes, he also had another embarrassment of face-to-face nosebleeds.

Yan Si covered his nose in a hurry, his cheeks flushed even more embarrassingly, and this was brought on in a hurry of embarrassment, "Fuck, fuck..."

Without glasses, his vision was really blurry. Yan Si was looking for papers everywhere when someone grabbed his wrist suddenly. The next second, a soft and fragrant handkerchief covered his nasal cavity, and a steady and powerful voice sounded from above his head , "Don't move around."

Yan Si suddenly stopped in place, and for a while, only the sound of his beating heart was left.

A few drops of nosebleed inevitably stained the white shirt, but Meng Wen didn't care, and led Yan Si to sit down on the hospital bed. He didn't take the handkerchief away until he confirmed that his nasal cavity was no longer bleeding.

During the whole process, Yan Sidu was unusually well-behaved, sitting on the bed with his head slightly lowered, his golden hair neatly cut at the shoulders, and slid down to the side of his face, even his emerald eyes were hidden.

"I'm sorry..." He stared at the blood stains on Meng Wen's white shirt, and apologized softly, "I stained your shirt."

There is a whole closet of the same shirt at home that can be replaced, so Mengwen doesn't care, "It's okay."

But Yan Si's next sentence caught him off guard, "Actually, I want to dirty your people more than my shirt."

All of a sudden, the elders drinking tea and reading newspapers in the ward coughed earth-shatteringly, "cough cough cough cough..."

No matter how calm and expressionless he was, Meng Wen was not so shameless that he would let Yan Si tease him in the ward. Like a bell, the four characters "time is running out" popped out.

Yan Si doesn't have many days...

Probably out of humanistic concern, Meng Wen pursed his lips, but did not leave after all.

"Ah, you brought flowers." Yan Si noticed the potted plant on the bedside table at this time, and held it in his arms, but the color of the flower surprised him, "But...why is it a white chrysanthemum..."

"Because..." Meng Wen looked at the pure white chrysanthemum petals, and was silent for two or three seconds before answering, "...this kind of flower has a long life."

"Indeed." Not to mention the white chrysanthemums, even if Meng Wen gave away empty-handed, Yan Si would treat them as treasures and nodded thoughtfully, "When autumn comes, September [-]th, when the flowers bloom, I Hundred Flowers Kill."

Mengwen didn't expect the ancient poet Yan Si to open his mouth. After staring at his platinum hair and emerald green eyes for a few seconds, he finally asked the question he had always wanted to ask, "Which country... are you from?"

"My grandfather was born in a scholarly family in Shanghai, my grandmother is an English-born Chinese, my father was born in Hong Kong, and my mother is Chinese-Russian." Yan Si blinked his eyes, "I was born in Hong Kong, I grew up in Shanghai and went to study in the UK, but I am actually Chinese."

This complicated and chaotic relationship is really difficult for ordinary people to sort out. Meng Wen was silent for a few seconds, then nodded, "No wonder."

Yan Si hugged the white chrysanthemum and looked at him with anticipation in his eyes, and asked, "Why?"

Meng Wen wants to say, no wonder you are running out of time because of anorectal problems. The high-fat and high-salt eating habits of Chinese people lead to the world's first colon cancer mortality rate.

But it's really not suitable to say this to Yan Si face to face.

After a few more seconds of silence, Meng Wen pointed to the white chrysanthemum in his arms and said expressionlessly, "No wonder this flower suits you."

Yan Si, who understood but didn't seem to understand, "???"