Dangerous game

Jiang Bei was not used to such intimacy. He tilted his head, looked at the toilet next to him, and lifted the lid of the water tank, "Every time this thing flushes, you have to lift the lid, otherwise there will be no water, can you help me?" Let me see."

"Please ask a master to come over and fix it. It costs [-] per person. Pull it down. It's better to make up for it." Jiang Bei stretched his neck and tossed the parts inside a few times, "It's not broken, the water suddenly stopped... ..."

"Give way," the man said.

Jiang Bei glanced at him and gave him a little room to stand.

Shen Munan was still wearing a neat shirt and trousers, his joints were slender and clean, and his fingernails were round and neatly trimmed. These hands should go to the financial center to control the economy, rather than letting them fix dirty toilets for themselves.

Jiang Bei suddenly closed the lid of the water tank, fiddled with the flush button twice, "click", "click", after two blunt sounds, the water in the tank remained motionless.

"Forget it, it's probably not easy to do, let's go out, it's too dirty."

Shen Munan's Adam's apple rolled, and a layer of darkness flashed across his eyes. He rolled up his shirt sleeves a few times, lifted the lid of the water tank, and carefully checked the connection device inside.

Half a brick was placed in the old-fashioned water tank, which had been polished over the years, and the surface was as smooth as a mirror.

"Who put the bricks?" Shen Munan asked casually.

Jiang Bei was silent for a few seconds, pursed his lips and said, "Zhou Mingfang."

The man's hand paused, and he raised his head to look at Jiangbei. The man raised his head and picked at the barb by his hand. After a while, he said, "He said this saves water."

The voice is very soft, like the hoarseness of a seriously ill patient, I'm afraid it's for himself.

"Is there any scissors?" Shen Munan cut off his thoughts.

Jiang Bei was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a while, "What?"

Shen Munan explained: "The thread inside is too long, cut it shorter, and the water will probably be squeezed out."

"Yes, I'll get it for you."

Jiang Bei ran into the bedroom to look for scissors. He had used them when he was unpacking the courier, and then he didn't know where to throw them away. He often did this, confused and lost everything.

Shen Munan could hear the rummaging of boxes and cabinets in the bathroom, and his frizzy temperament probably won't change in this lifetime.

"Did you find it?" the man asked.

Jiang Bei was still squatting down to look for it. He even searched through the bottom row of drawers in the closet, but there was still nothing there. In a hurry, his right hand accidentally knocked the black suitcase in the closet to the floor.

"boom--"

The inferior lock broke when it fell to the ground, the box burst into two pieces, and a lot of objects fell out, such as a small red book, a man's belt, a razor... The most eye-catching thing is the Macintosh with a broken screen , the latest version of Tuhaojin two years ago.

Shen Munan heard the sound, walked into the bedroom in two or three steps, and pulled the little lover up, "Let me do it."

Jiang Bei firmly grasped the broken screen mobile phone, his brows and eyes were shattered, he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down without saying a word.

The two marriage certificates crossed into sight, Shen Munan instinctively froze for a second, picked it up randomly, and didn't open it to read.

While picking up the scattered things, he looked at Jiangbei with his eyes, but saw the little lover put on his clothes and ran out of the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Shen Munan grabbed him from behind.

Jiang Bei was a little ignorant, and said blankly, "I'm going to fix the phone."

"It's so late, where are you going to fix your phone, and it's Chinese New Year now!" The man's tone was a bit heavy, as if he was scolding an ignorant child.

"Then I won't fix it."

Jiang Bei walked back to the bedroom and stuffed the phone with the broken screen into the box. The lock was broken and couldn't be closed anymore. He put the box in the middle of the bed and rearranged the items inside one by one.

The sound of firecrackers was booming outside, and the whole city was immersed in the joyous atmosphere of the festival. Jiang Bei tidied up the box and placed it neatly on the left side of the bed, where the big fool used to sleep.

Tomorrow, he thought, he should change the box or the lock.

Shen Munan was upset, so he went to stand on the balcony for a while, rubbed his fingers unconsciously, this time he didn't hold back the craving for cigarettes, took out a cigarette and lit it, a row of fluorescent characters faintly appeared on the TV tower in the distance, " Happy Chinese New Year", as the lights change, the colors change alternately.

He suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and dialed a solemn number.

"Mr. Shen?" Zhuang Yan was puzzled by his boss's actions, after all, today is a special day.

Shen Munan took a puff of cigarette, and asked in a hoarse voice: "When did Zhou Ming have an accident?"

Solemnly paused for a moment, "It seems to be New Year's Eve the year before last."

"Was the person sent to the hospital at that time?"

"Give it away, but didn't rescue him." Zhuang Yan knew Shen Munan well, and he could even guess where this person was going at the moment. He said in a tentative tone: "The person who bumped into him was the son of Vice President Zheng. It's not a bad thing. It was easy to handle, and it happened to be a surveillance blind spot at the time, and if you want to get his son in, at least you have to find evidence of the collision, if it really happens, Vice President Zheng may not be able to explain it.”

Shen Munan shook the ashes of the cigarette, and cut off the phone. Jiang Bei appeared behind him at some point, those terrified eyes hidden in the dark seemed to be trying to get a glimpse of something from the phone call.

Seeing him turn around, Jiang Bei turned surprised into a smile, "I thought you were gone."

"I'm addicted to smoking." Shen Munan explained dryly.

Jiang Bei muttered: "Smoking quitting is really just talking about it casually."

Shen Munan was suddenly emotional, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and stretched out his hand to his little lover, "Come here."

Jiang Bei didn't shake that hand, but rushed over and hugged the man. The fat sweater was tucked into the man's generous embrace, and his posture was ambiguous, which was another rare moment of warmth.

Shen Munan caressed his little lover's back, letting his head be buried in his chest and dawdling around. After a while, Jiang Bei looked up at him, still a little silly, "Munan, you'll be good to me, I will treat you well in the future If you encounter difficulties, you will help me, right?"

"Yes." Shen Munan promised him.

Jiangbei showed his face, I don't know if it was a show, he warned the man boldly: "Don't forget what you said."

In fact, there are many factors mixed in, whether to help or not to help is definitely not a casual talk, he can't offend Zheng Bo for a dead person, after all, he is a veteran hero of Zhongsheng, and as a man, he himself, through the ages The uniform masculine dignity is hindered, and he will never allow his little lover to think about a dead person all the time.

When you forget, you must forget, he thought. Time heals everything.

Jiang Bei is a laid-back person. He naively thought that after hearing a phone call and a man's "I will treat you well", he would be able to solve everything by himself. He even thought that Chen Xinyu couldn't make it. Now he is not afraid anymore, and Shen Munan can help him.There must be one on both sides.

"I made double skin milk today, do you want to eat it?"

Jiangbei's breath rushed into Shen Munan's chest, and he felt a slight fever. The man's thick Adam's apple moved unconsciously, and he said hoarsely, "Huh?"

Jiang Bei straightened up from his arms, looking a little excited, "Shuangpi Nai, haven't you eaten it? It's in the refrigerator. I'll give it to you to taste."

Shen Munan pinched his little lover's face, the huge undercurrent in his eyes was almost in danger of swallowing Jiang Bei, his voice became deeper and deeper, "I don't like sweets."

"Try it, I made it myself with fresh milk and eggs, which is different from the ones sold outside."

Shen Munan nodded, and slowly touched his little lover's earlobe with his fingertips, "Okay."

Jiang Bei is over 30 years old and has been married before. He understands the meaning of these "twist gently and slowly". The earlobe also made fun of it, and smiled brightly, "Everything I make is delicious."

Sitting on the small square table in the restaurant, Jiang Bei watched the man eat the double skin milk from a porcelain cup.

"taste good or not?"

Shen Munan still nodded, "Yes."

Regardless, Jiang Bei leaned close to the man's mouth to kiss him, and licked the sweetness of the man's lips like a show, "It's delicious."

Shen Munan was seduced by him, but the desire in his pupils stopped in an instant on the bright smiling face in front of him, pretending too hard.

He was silent, "Did you find the scissors just now?"

"Cough, I almost forgot about it." After speaking, Jiang Bei ran back to his room and continued to look for his scissors.

Shen Munan stood at the door, looking at the little lover who was so busy, he went through the drawers again, but still couldn't find the scissors.

"I really can't find it." Jiang Bei muttered happily, his mind was full of that phone call now.

"Don't look for it, go buy one tomorrow."

Jiang Bei turned his head and smiled at him: "I know, just cut the thread a little bit shorter, and I'll make it myself tomorrow."

Shen Munan glanced at his watch, it was almost 09:30, "I'm going back, tomorrow..." He hesitated, his eyes kept looking at Jiangbei.

Jiang Bei interrupted him clearly, as if it was planned in advance, "Tomorrow I have to visit relatives, and I won't be free for the next few days. You know, my mother has many relatives over there."

Shen Munan had expected that he would say that, his expression didn't change much, and he said in a deep voice: "I'll come to pick you up again on the eighth day of the lunar new year, dress better."

Jiang Bei lowered his eyes, "Got it." After a while, he blinked and smiled again, "Then I'll wear your white shirt, and if it's too big, I'll stuff it into my pants."

"You can't support it." The man thought for a while and said, "I asked Aping to bring you some clothes on the sixth day of the lunar new year."

"Do you know my size?"

"I know."

"Hey, did you measure it secretly on the bed?"

Shen Munan was amused by him, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "What do you think?"

The man was sent to the entrance of the alley, and the sound of firecrackers was still booming. Not far away, the branches of the locust tree were stretched by the shadow of the lamp, and they stood one tall and one short.

"It's cold outside, go back quickly."

Jiang Bei smiled, sniffing softly in the cold air, "Well, then drive slowly."

Shen Munan finally placed a kiss on the forehead of his little lover, wrapping his big palms around those two cheeks, "I'll pick you up on the eighth day of the lunar new year."

"Okay." Jiang Bei nodded with his hand.

Zhou Yang didn't come back until nearly eleven o'clock. He wandered outside for a few laps. The cold was unbearable. His toes were curled up in the cotton shoes, which were so painful and hard that he lost consciousness from the cold.

Jiang Bei's bedroom was lit through the crack of the door, and he walked to the door, "Brother, your boyfriend is gone."

The bedroom was as quiet as ever, and no one responded to him.

Zhou Yang went to the kitchen with ease and poured himself a cup of hot water. He drank it while breathing, and his stomach was immediately wrapped in heat, making him feel unstoppably comfortable.

The door of the bedroom was still closed. Zhou Yang went to check it out before going to bed. The light inside was turned off. It seemed that Brother Jiangbei had already fallen asleep.

In the dark, Jiang Bei boredly played with the New Year's gift from the man, which was a string of bracelets with monkeys in the Chinese zodiac. He wrapped them around his fingers one by one.