Wildfire Mambo

Where are you going?what to doNo one mentioned these things, Zhou Shuchen didn't even open his mouth to speak, just held Jian Zhuo's hand and stepped on the shadow of the tree, just like starting from this sweet-scented osmanthus flower, and winding forward, it became number one highway.

Next to the small bridge, there was an old man practicing calligraphy and writing poems on the floor tile under the street lamp with a brush dipped in water. Jian Zhuo stopped and stood by the side to watch, and subconsciously read the words written by the old man softly in his mouth. He was not very familiar with the strokes of running script, and he didn't remember learning such a poem, so he pronounced "The Sihai Fengyun is treacherous" as "Juiweiqing".The uncle stopped laughing when he heard it, and joked about whether the young man could not read.

Zhou Shuchen also thought the anxious red-faced child was cute, so he also laughed.

Jian Zhuo raised his eyes to look at Zhou Shuchen, his eyes flickered slightly, he pursed his lips and pushed Zhou Shuchen away as if shy, at the last step of jumping over the small bridge, Jian Zhuo suddenly fell forward as if venting his strength With Zhou Shuchen's straight spine, he reached out to grab the hem of Zhou Shuchen's clothes, and said in a low voice, "You must think I'm uneducated hahaha".

Zhou Shuchen looked back at him, Jian Zhuo tilted his head slightly, his slightly long bangs swept over his eyelids, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly.Even though Jian Zhuo used the usual tone of down-to-earth jokes, Zhou Shuchen somehow felt that he didn't seem to be making fun of himself as usual.

This is the first time that Zhou Shuchen actually felt some slight changes in Jian Zhuo's personality. He looked into Jian Zhuo's eyes, but he didn't understand what was really troubling Jian Zhuo at this moment, which made him feel extremely sad.He held Jane's scorched mandible with his warm palm, and his Adam's apple shook up and down for a while before he really spoke: "No, it's impossible. I will appreciate you, worship you, and like you. If You can insist on what you really want to do, and I can insist on always loving you."

"Why do you use 'if'..." Jian Zhuo said in a broken voice, and suddenly shed tears when he touched the preciousness in Zhou Shuchen's eyes. He didn't know why he was always in complete control when facing Zhou Shuchen Unable to control his emotions, he reached out and wiped his face carelessly, then hurriedly turned his back.

There was cold water falling on his face, and it took Jian Zhuo a long time to realize that it might not be his tears, he raised his head slightly in a daze - in fact, due to the existence of the wound, he was able to move The angle was not too big, so I saw a lot of sharp rain pillars slanting towards him, just like the rain of arrows flying down from the city wall during the war.

Zhou Shuchen stretched out his hand to pull him, and took him to the narrow corner of the archway and the corner of the coffee shop for people to hide from. He put his hand lightly on one side of his face, rubbed it gently, and asked, "Why are you sad?"

Jian Zhuo stared stubbornly at the sudden autumn rain, and said casually, "Because it's raining."

Zhou Shuchen didn't accuse him of being careless, but just said, um, what else?

Inexplicably flustered by the question, Jian Zhuo turned around and stood side by side with Zhou Shuchen: "Because the milk I bought was directly replaced by cocoa."

Zhou Shuchen raised his eyebrows, "You should throw the glass in front of that person and tell him that you can't be made to take that step back."

"What if you don't get anything after doing this? The money will not be refunded, and the original cocoa will also be thrown away." Jian Zhuo seemed to be thinking of something else, and his tone gradually became a little fierce.

"Being free will is more precious than money." It is clear that this truth was taught to Zhou Shuchen by Jian Zhuo before, and he doesn't understand why Jian Zhuo seems to have completely switched roles with him at this moment, and is entangled in the same trouble.Squeezing Jian Zhuo's hand with some strength, Zhou Shuchen suddenly turned around and walked into the dimly lit coffee shop.

Across the transparent window that was unfortunately covered with raindrops, Jian Zhuo looked down at him, but only saw a handful of damp mist escaping from her lips, and Zhou Shuchen's long back entangled in that mist.Childishly, he pressed his face against the glass soaked in water, and found that every crumbling raindrop in front of him swallowed a ball of warm-colored lamp shadow at the bottom.

When Zhou Shuchen came out, he gave Jian Zhuo a burst of heat in the store, he lowered his eyelashes slightly, and handed Jian Zhuo a cup of steaming milk.

Subconsciously let Jian Zhuo reach out to pick it up, but Zhou Shuchen seemed to think of something again, smiled and took out a milk-flavored Fuji from his pocket, leaned over slightly and threw the milk candy into the milk, and then said Jian Zhuo said, it doesn't matter, the rain will stop soon.

Holding the warm drink, a more intense emotion rushed to Jian Zhuo's limbs and bones, making it difficult for him to bear Zhou Shuchen's preciousness from beginning to end at this moment, a lot of unreasonable pain oozes out from the back of luck, Perhaps because of his naturally developed empathy, he felt for the first time that he could not reciprocate such affection.

The dampness from the autumn rain drifted intermittently from the bottom of his feet to his body, the fading rain curtain seemed to completely block them from this gloomy world, Zhou Shuchen gently kissed the corner of Jian Zhuo's lips.Jian Zhuo didn't have time to close his eyes, only saw Zhou Shuchen shaking himself in brown pupils, trembling slightly felt the smooth curvature of his lips, like a bow of Cupid.

Zhou Shuchen hugged him to sleep, but he failed to fall into Zhou Shuchen's chest smoothly with the dreamland.In fact, this is just the normal state of life these days. The only difference is that he feels as if his chest has been built on a dragon's nest that should be wiped out by Beowulf, and the flames hiss and rise to his head. A large cloud of fog came out.

Sweat came out, making Jian Zhuo feel as if he had been scooped out of the water. He opened his eyes in confusion, trying to escape from Zhou Shuchen's arms.The long mouth wrapped in gauze was itchy and hot from the humidity. He dragged his steps to the bathroom, rolled the high collar into the inner layer, and stretched out his hand to peel off the tape. In fact, he himself didn't understand what this move was. Meaning, he just felt hot.

The water doesn't seem to have any cooling effect, and the result of constantly washing the face with water is that the fingers are wrinkled.

Jian Zhuo felt dizzy, and sat on the edge of the bathtub with his head down, his vision began to become hazy. He thought it was his own dizziness, but he saw that the faucet in the bathtub was still working diligently, and the hot air wafted out. There was a crash in the small space surrounded by porcelain.

It seemed that all kinds of sounds were diluted several times by the fever, so when Zhou Shuchen's gray and white plaid pajama pants appeared in his sight, he finally realized that his previous efforts had probably been wasted.

"Can't sleep?" He heard Zhou Shuchen ask.

"Aren't you catching a plane in the morning?" Jian Zhuo answered irrelevantly, "I'm afraid I've slept through."

Zhou Shuchen looked at his watch, he didn't speak for a long time, he stood in front of Jian Zhuo, his expression couldn't distinguish between sadness and joy.

Slowly, Zhou Shuchen stretched out his palm on Jian Zhuo's shoulder blades, his eyes glanced at his bandaging tape which was finally exposed to the air, and the adhesive tape held up resistingly: "How did you do it?"

"Falled."

Rolling up Jian Zhuo's wide sleeves, you can see the mottled bruises on his arms. Zhou Shuchen tugged at his wrist, his tone was as calm as usual, but he no longer sounded gentle: "All these were dropped?"

He didn't want Zhou Shuchen to interrogate himself in this situation. This was the driving force behind Jian Zhuo's painstaking efforts to conceal it. He was able to witness the changes in Zhou Shuchen's satisfaction and being led away by his every move since he was with him. Now He himself can't handle his own life well, so how can he selfishly drag another person who treats you like this into the water.

In fact, this kind of confusion, blindness and self-confidence collapse is not the first time he has come to him. It turns out that he is always alone, good at cutting off the connection with the outside world, and he can always heal by self-dissolution.

He was afraid that the people around him would not understand his state, but he was also afraid that the people around him would understand his state too much. Zhou Shuchen didn't mention anything, which made him blame himself even more.And he believes that this period of time can be classified as a nightmare for everyone. When he can't sleep, Zhou Shuchen will wake up to accompany him, but he will occasionally take a nap during the day, and what about Zhou Shuchen?They no longer play games side by side, no longer watch movies on Saturday night, no longer go to the sugar shop on the corner of the river bank to ask for a bowl of brown sugar-soaked ice powder, seeing their sticky love completely become a stretched string Jian Zhuo also knows that all the problems are on his own body, so he doesn't need to be responsible for another person's life.

Jian Zhuo was just silent, then slightly raised his head and smiled a little, and said to Zhou Shuchen, go to sleep, you must report to the hospital tomorrow morning.

Unconsciously, Zhou Shuchen frowned slightly, holding Jane's scorching palm, rubbing his fingertips in the vertical and horizontal crimson scars left on his palm during the New Year, his voice was a bit stubborn and dry: "Jian Zhuo, why You don't want to trust me anymore?"