chaotic world

Zhou Lan sat in the back seat and looked out the window. Hei Si'er was not driving fast, and circled the gold mine far away. At a distance that the Japanese could not see, Zhou Lan stopped the car, rolled down the glass, and looked at the gold mine. Looking in the direction of the gold mine without saying a word, he smoked a cigarette unhurriedly,

Then he went to Fengtian, and he planned to buy some things that he didn't have at home to take back. They were not worth much, but they were very important, so he wanted to buy them himself.

After wandering around Fengtian City for a while, he is very familiar with this place now, besides deliberately walking around the smokehouse, he went to many familiar places, he went to Dingchang Hotel, he and Yunfeng had been here before , ordered food to take away, and did not forget to order a bottle of wine that he drank last time before leaving. Seeing the price on the wine list, he felt happy, Xiao Yunfeng was really willing to do it back then.

When I got home at night, the watchtower saw that it was my car, and opened the door with a signal.

As soon as he came out of the small gate in the side yard, he met Jin Xiaoman who was squatting on the ground. When he saw Zhou Lan, he immediately stood up: "Military, military division, come back." Zhou Lan smiled: "Your mouth, don't say anything. Are you waiting for me? Is there something wrong?"

Jin Xiaoman nodded several times. At first he didn't think it was a trivial matter, but he couldn't help but winked as soon as he spoke, and made a big joke like a joke: "Big, big brother is angry, I don't know why, little, be careful. "

Zhou Lan's eyes moved, and he didn't think about what happened. It didn't matter what Du Yunfeng got angry because he could coax him well.

So he didn't care, and said nothing, took Hei Si'er to the front yard with his things, went downstairs to the small second floor, the lights on the second floor were on, he saw Du Yunfeng standing in front of the window, he must have seen himself , Zhou Lan shouted: "Yunfeng!"

The other party didn't respond, just looked at him coldly.

I don't know what the other party is causing, Zhou Lan asked Hei Si'er to put the packaged food in the living room on the first floor. Reach out.

Hei Si'er put down his things and went out, turned around and closed the door winkingly, and went straight to the backyard without paying attention.

Zhou Lan took off his short gabardine jacket and only wore a shirt vest. He touched the pockets of his trousers, then grabbed the expensive bottle of red wine and a paper gift bag and went up to the second floor.

"Yunfeng?" He shouted as he went upstairs, but still got no response.

The leather shoes stepped on the wooden stairs, making a thumping sound, from far to near, hitting Du Yunfeng's heart one after another. He was holding a gun in his hand. During the long wait, he secretly hoped that Zhou Lan would not come back again. He also controlled his legs and did not chase out. If the opponent wanted to run, he hoped that he would have enough time to run farther.

Why did you come back?

The sound of footsteps stepped on the floor of the second floor, Du Yunfeng's heart trembled, he hid the gun on the tea tray, and pulled the dustproof embroidered cloth to cover it.

The door opened, and Zhou Lan walked in with a smile in his eyes. He put the gift bag on the chest of drawers, rummaged through the box and took out the wine vessel, holding two goblets between his fingers, and walked towards Du Yunfeng: " Yunfeng, do you see what I brought back?"

Du Yunfeng knew that bottle of wine.

Du Yunfeng sat on the sofa with no strength, without saying a word, watching the other party put the red wine on the small tea table, which was covered with a cloth tray.

Turn it on, and it will make a textured crisp sound.

The ruby ​​liquid slowly flowed into the goblet. Zhou Lan held up a glass and stuffed it for Du Yunfeng, while he took a glass and shook it in his hand, smelling it while shaking it. He cried a lot when he drank this wine last time, and he couldn't taste it properly. When it comes to wine, he thinks he can have a good drink with Du Yunfeng today.

"Xiao Yunfeng, what's the matter?" He stretched out his other hand and stroked the other's hairy head.

A man's head, a woman's feet, and what can be touched are all extremely intimate relationships.

Du Yunfeng ignored that hand, just raised his neck, and dried up the wine that hadn't fully smelled.

He slowly put the wine glass on the small coffee table, raised his head, there was no trace of warmth in his eyes, enough to make anyone who came into contact with him instantly feel cold, he stared at Zhou Lan and said: "You have kept too many things from me, what are you going to do today? Tell me the truth."

Zhou Lan stopped shaking his hand, he didn't know why, but he understood the heavy gaze.

Before drinking the wine, he put down the glass, turned around and sat on the sofa beside him silently. He didn't look at Du Yunfeng, but just stared at the ground: "What do you want to know?"

Du Yunfeng is a person with winking eyes, especially around Zhou Lan. He never asks Zhou Lan anything he doesn't want to say. This is also the first time that he asks directly, a series of interrogations.

He thought for a while, he knew that the other party was smart, so he asked a slightly questionable but insignificant question first: "Shumei is not just a maid, is she?"

Zhou Lan smiled: "Stingy! Just for this?" He turned his head to see that Du Yunfeng was still gloomy, so he stopped laughing and explained: "My mother bought her to be my concubine, I didn't say I never slept with her even if I wanted to marry her."

Du Yunfeng opened his mouth again, staring at the ground as if he was asking the ground: "You dared to kill people when you were ten years old. You have killed many people over the years. Did you enjoy killing that Cheng today?"

Zhou Lan didn't move: "What do you want to say?"

Du Yunfeng was expressionless: "I held you in my arms and offered you up, and I have always been reluctant to touch you." He clenched his fists when he spoke, and his knuckles turned blue: "I never asked you."

Zhou Lan heard the meaning of the words, and he was sad for a moment quietly: "You have always done a good job." Then there was a long silence, after a while, he grabbed the glass and drank it down. With a certain determination, he threw out the wine glass: "Yes, I won't say it, because I don't want to tell lies. I'm just afraid, I'm afraid of pain, because I've been hurt before, and my internal organs were smashed by him, he doesn't know the harm How many times have I been beaten, it is already a miracle that I can run to Black Eagle Mountain alive, I have no face to tell you this." He paused, took a breath, and tried to gather all the strength in his body to continue: "I killed him today, I thought it would be over once and for all, why did you expose my scars again, why? Do you want me to tell you all the details once, do you want to hear it? "

He turned his head to stare at Du Yunfeng, his eyes were like knives, he didn't know the meaning of this kind of dialogue that kills eight hundred enemies and hurts oneself one thousand.

The other party was silent, Zhou Lan searched left and right, as if finding a way out, but finally found that there was no way to go to the sky, and there was no way to escape to the ground. He picked up the red wine bottle on the table and poured it into his mouth. The wine was very fragrant and delicious. Choking, can temporarily stop his thinking and shame.

Du Yunfeng could hear it clearly, and he was equally uncomfortable in his heart. His face was cold. When Zhou Lan left the empty wine bottle on the ground, he stood up, opened the door and went downstairs. When he reached the hall, he went straight to the wine cabinet.

There is a dazzling array of wine, his eyes rest on the bottle of foreign wine that Jin Xiaoman sent, there is an inconspicuous small paper bag in the corner, he tore up a bag and put it into one of the glasses, poured both glasses full of wine, and then he Holding two glasses and half a bottle of wine, he went upstairs.

Zhou Lan said the truth in the first few questions. He still has one last question to ask. After asking, it is over. He wants to get what he has always wanted, and then live and die together in the closest distance.

The bedroom door was ajar, and Du Yunfeng kicked it open casually, bypassing the broken wine glasses and empty wine bottles on the floor, and placed the two glasses of wine on the small coffee table, he sighed: "I believe what you said is the truth."

Zhou Lan has been sitting on the sofa with his elbows on his knees, his head buried deep, and his fingers in his hair. He has been very excited all day. He made an important decision in the morning and rushed to Wenchang Pavilion without breakfast, lunch and dinner. He went straight to Fengtian without even thinking about it. After drinking a bottle of red wine, his empty stomach was instantly filled with wine, crashing inside like a stormy sea. He sat there steadily on the surface, and his heart was already twisting: " I hope this is all a lie!"

Unmoved, Du Yunfeng decided to ask the question he was finally going to ask: "Did you burn someone to death when you were 14?"

Zhou Lan trembled, looked up blankly, in disbelief, and then understood: "Did you overhear me?"

Du Yunfeng gritted his teeth, turned to him, and looked at each other: "Did you really kill him?"

Zhou Lan avoided his eyes, and he rubbed his face violently, as if he wanted to wake himself up, "Why did I kill your father?" He asked himself in a daze.

Du Yunfeng's fingers trembled. He resisted taking the gun. He wanted an affirmative sentence, not a rhetorical question, so that his heart could be clean.

Zhou Lan stood up, staggered a bit, already drunk, he smiled wryly and said, "Do I have it?"

"I was at Zhou's house when you were 14 years old. No one else was burned to death except my father. If it wasn't for him, you'd better tell me who it is right away." Du Yunfeng spoke harshly and urgently. Caught Zhou Lan's dangling wrist, as if afraid that the other party would run away.

Zhou Lan struggled for a while but did not break free, his face was flushed with heat, his eyelashes were wet, and his eyes were cold: "I will never tell you who I burned to death in my life, and I will not tell you!" With a vigorous shake of his arm, Du Yunfeng was thrown onto the back of the sofa, and Zhou Lan almost fell himself.

Du Yunfeng didn't stand up, he remained calm, if Zhou Lan dared to move the idea of ​​running out of the room, he would shoot without hesitation.

Zhou Lan didn't run away, he walked unsteadily to the chest of drawers, opened the red paper gift bag, and took out a pair of red candles, tall and straight, with golden pink happy characters on the half waist of the candles, he groped for a long time to find the matches, It took a few strokes to light the candle.

"Forgot to buy candlesticks." He said to himself.

"What are you doing?" Du Yunfeng watched him tossing about.

Zhou Lan ignored him, just dripped the dripping wax on the chest of drawers, and then sat the two candles, sticking them firmly.

Satisfied, he took a step back and clapped his hands. This was chosen by him personally. The red is festive, bright red, as red as fire, as red as blood.

"You answer my question, or I—"

Before Du Yunfeng finished speaking, Zhou Lan turned his head, a big teardrop rolled out of his eyes and hit the ground, he walked straight to Du Yunfeng, tripped over an empty wine bottle, staggered and knelt on the ground, and then crawled The one who was taken away threw herself in front of Du Yunfeng, like she was joking before, and threw herself between Du Yunfeng's legs: "Otherwise—how are you doing?"

Du Yunfeng swallowed, and he restrained the hand that instinctively wanted to hug Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan looked up at him slightly, as if he couldn't get enough of the other's facial features, even though the other's eyes were cold.

Looking straight into the four eyes, Zhou Lan said: "Yunfeng, I'm not as scary as you think, on the contrary, I'm not as strong and brave as you, I killed a lot of people, it's because I'm afraid, I'm afraid of them Bullying me endlessly, I have nowhere to hide, I have no father, my mother is so kind and weak, no one can protect me, until I met you when I was 12 years old."

Although he was drunk, his eyes were sincere when he spoke, with a faint snort: "Everyone knows that I don't know where I come from, and many people think of me. I am very afraid, afraid of everyone around me. I have no friends, except you. I want to study abroad because I don't have the ability to face the world, I just run away, until I meet you again, with you here, I don't want to run away."

While talking, he stretched out his hand to grab Du Yunfeng's skirt. Du Yunfeng was wearing a Chinese-style maroon jacket with a stand-up collar. The middle row of buttons was neatly buttoned, making him invulnerable. Zhou Lan's words can be said at any time. , he will be soft-hearted, but in the face of the hatred of killing his father, his heart can only be hard.

In his eyes, Zhou Lan was in his arms as usual, and he couldn't see that she was almost half kneeling.

Zhou Lan suddenly grabbed the other party's skirt, and put them very close to each other face to face: "I will only say these words once today, so you can listen to them and remember them well."

Du Yunfeng stared condescendingly: "You say."

Zhou Lan said every word: "I, Zhou Lan, have never told you a lie, Du Yunfeng. I don't want to say it. If you kill me, I won't open my mouth. As long as I open my mouth to tell you, it must be true." Please remember clearly—I have nothing to do with your father's death, I did burn someone to death, but that has nothing to do with you, so I won't tell you who that person was."

After finishing speaking, he let go of the other party's collar, reached out and stroked Pingping: "I can only make so much concessions, you can choose to believe it or not, don't threaten me with words like otherwise, because—" Zhou Lan approached Du Yunfeng, almost lying on his stomach In the opponent's arms, his hand went around Du Yunfeng, and he took out the tea from the tea tray.

When Du Yunfeng went downstairs just now, Zhou Lan noticed the strangeness of the tea tray.

"Because I'm not afraid of dying in your hands." After finishing speaking, he opened the gun in front of Du Yunfeng to check the bullets.

Du Yunfeng looked at everything in front of him. Based on his intuition, what Zhou Lan said was the truth. His eyes were sincere. Although he drank alcohol, every sentence sounded from his heart. Everything Zhou Lan said before was true. , Whether his father was burned to death by him, he began to waver, but he really couldn't think of who Zhou Lan burned to death.

"You loaded two bullets, good!" Zhou Lan raised his head with a smile, with tears in his eyes, and said that he pushed the two bullets into the six-hole runner again at intervals.

"You can't bear to let me die alone, so you keep one bullet for yourself, don't you?" Zhou Lan asked with a smile.

Du Yunfeng nodded.

"Very good!" Zhou Lan swiped his hand, and the revolving wheel made a crisp spinning sound, and then he shook his hand, and the revolving wheel clicked into the barrel of the gun, and he raised his finger to his temple: "I can't prove to you that I didn't kill you!" Your father, if I deserve what I did, let God take me in." Before Du Yunfeng could speak, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

There was an empty sound, Du Yunfeng shivered, and cold sweat broke out on his back instantly.

Zhou Lan stared at him all the time, without fear or prayer, he didn't put down his gun, but said lightly, "If you don't believe me, why don't you just kill me to avenge your father."

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Du Yunfeng's forehead, and he moved his fingers slightly: "Put down the gun."

Zhou Lan pointed at herself stubbornly: "My bullet is finished, and the next one is yours. I love you, and I don't want to shoot you."

Immediately after he pulled the trigger again, there was another empty sound. Du Yunfeng closed his eyes in pain, as if he couldn't breathe, he let out a long breath, opened his mouth to breathe, stretched out his hand to grab the gun, As soon as Zhou Lan dodged, he caught nothing.

"Don't touch me!" Zhou Lan's voice was cold and trembling, and he was still pointing at his head. At this moment, the two of them knew that the bullet below must be loaded.

The heart in Du Yunfeng's chest was beating loudly, and Zhou Lan's actions were too crazy.

Zhou Lan faced him, his eyes wide open, without any impurity or concealment: "Kiss me or kill me, you can only choose one, trust me or kill me, you can only choose one." After that, he closed his eyes. Eyes, fingers around the trigger.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Du Yunfeng saw the firing pin of the revolver raised to a dangerous angle. He raised his hand to block it completely by intuition. A wisp of hair flew into the air in the vague flames, and the wall lamp on the wall shattered in response, and the room suddenly fell into darkness after the flash.

Du Yunfeng tightly held the hand holding the gun, and pulled the person on the ground into his arms. He said tremblingly, "You really shot!" He rubbed the person in his arms as he spoke, as if It was his own frightened heart.

Zhou Lan loosened his gun and put his arms around the opponent's neck: "You can't change your mind if you choose. I traded my life for it, and you can't go back on your word."

"I believe you, I believe you, I will never ask again, never again." Du Yunfeng spoke incoherently.

Zhou Lan struggled out of her arms: "My ears are so loud that I can't hear anything, repeat it again"

Du Yunfeng took a deep breath, holding Zhou Lan's face in his hands: "I was wrong, it was all my fault, I will never ask again, I believe you." There was only candlelight left in the room, and by the dim candlelight, Du Yunfeng Seeing the other party's big eyes that were still stained with tears, he held the other party's head and kissed it earnestly.

The sound of chaotic footsteps was heard outside the house, and a group of people rushed to the front yard. "Big Brother", "Military Adviser"... Someone shouted and rushed up.

"Don't come in," Du Yunfeng roared, and the footsteps rushing to the second floor stopped abruptly, "Brother, there are gunshots..."

"It's okay, I'm playing with the military adviser." Du Yunfeng held Zhou Lan's head and yelled towards the door.

There was a sound of rustling going downstairs from the door, only Hei Si'er tentatively asked again: "Jun, Junshi, you're pretty good, aren't you?"

Zhou Lan turned around: "I'm fine."

Du Yunfeng thought they were talking too much: "Get lost!"

The crowd walked away in a hurry, wondering why the elder brother and the military adviser played with guns in the middle of the night, even if they were playing, they shouldn't be playing with real guns.

With lingering fears in his heart, Du Yunfeng bent down to pick up the gun, threw it into the corner with a bang, then stretched out his arms to hug Zhou Lan, and held him tightly in his arms. His heart was really scared today, and his hands kept imitating the person in his arms. , it is sure to be a complete one.

"I can't live even if you die." I don't know if he said it to Zhou Lan or himself.

Zhou Lan broke free from his arms, stood up and sat on the armrest of the large sofa, and picked up two full glasses of wine on the table. He lowered his head slightly and looked at Du Yunfeng on the sofa. He needed to be sure again: "Yunfeng, trust me ?”

Du Yunfeng looked at the wine glass and nodded: "Trust!"

Holding a glass of wine, Zhou Lan stuffed another glass of wine into Du Yunfeng's hand, then bent the opponent's arm, his own arm stepped over and intertwined, made a bend, and brought the wine glass to his mouth. He looked at Du Yunfeng.

Du Yunfeng was stunned: "Are you... wanting to have a cup of wine with me?"

Zhou Lan stared at him: "I bought the red candle, and it's already half lit." As he spoke, he touched the glass with his lips. Du Yunfeng immediately stretched out his other hand, took away Zhou Lan's wine, splashed it on the carpet, and then Divided half of the wine in his glass and returned it to the other party. He didn't want to lie: "I put medicine in your glass, I originally..."

"Mongolian medicine?" Zhou Lan asked.

"Not only." Du Yunfeng lowered his head.

"It doesn't matter tonight." Zhou Lan knew in his heart that it must not be the drug, it was not Du Yunfeng's method, and it could only be that kind of medicine.

Zhou Lan stared at him, eyelashes drooping, and the wine in the glass was slowly poured into his mouth. Du Yunfeng looked at him, raised his head and quickly drank his own glass, put down the glass, bowed, and poured Zhou Lan, who was already strong, into the mouth. Holding her in her arms, she ran to the bed.

Zhou Lan sat on the bed, and Du Yunfeng stood on the ground, neither of them spoke. Du Yunfeng lowered his head and kissed him, and unbuttoned Zhou Lan's vest in two or three times. , he hurriedly tore off the two buckles on his neckline, then raised his hands impatiently, and freed his upper body.

Zhou Lan retreated into the bed, and Du Yunfeng followed him like a shadow. He tore off the clothes that were in the way, and threw them on the ground at random. He had taken off Zhou Lan's clothes many times and was familiar with the road, but today was different, because What happens next will be very different.Du Yunfeng's eyes were red, he had waited too long for this moment, and finally he waited for that person's willingness.

He leaned forward and kissed the other person's cheek and neck. Zhou Lan leaned against the wall in the bed, unable to retreat, he could only receive the blow head-on. stick.

The light of the red candle was quiet and dark, and there were two intertwined figures at the corner of the bed, and there was a long panting sound.The youthful friendship of the bamboo horses around the bed, the shared experience of life and death, the two people are connected with each other, and it has long been a matter of course, and they have forged a flesh-and-blood bond.

From then on, there is me in you, and you in me, inseparable and indistinguishable.This is what Zhou Lan wanted, raised his chin slightly, and murmured in a nasal voice: "Yunfeng, I really can't live without you."

After being warm for a long time, Du Yunfeng carried Zhou Lan to the bathroom. After washing and drying, he carefully carried him back to the bed and covered him with a thin quilt. He sat on the edge of the bed with bare buttocks, pinched his chin and asked if he was hungry. Zhou Lan nodded , Du Yunfeng smiled, stretched out his mouth and gave the other party a mouthful: "Wait."

He pulled up the bath towel and hurriedly wrapped it around. He walked briskly and went downstairs humming a song. There was food downstairs, and he wanted to feed it to Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan sat on the bed obediently, and heard the other party's singing drifting downstairs, his eyelashes drooped, and his face was still flushed just now, he thought that he and Xiao Yunfeng would really be entangled in this way Indistinct, inseparable.

——What he said today is all the truth. He did burn someone to death when he was 14 years old, and he did not burn Du Yunfeng's father to death.But there was another sentence he didn't say, the person who was burned to death was indeed Steward Du.

He has always done things extremely well, and this time he gambled on his life, and he won.