Big Dream Chase

"Do you still remember?"

"Remember what?"

Su Muyu sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.White lace is used as the lampshade, and the room is full of mottled and ambiguous lights.

Lian Ming had no choice but to bring clothes from the low couch at the end of the bed, and put them on for Su Muyu.The two sat opposite each other for a while, and Lian Ming felt that Su Muyu needed a cigarette.

Although smoking is not a good thing, it can properly relieve people's anxiety.Boss Su's handsome eyebrows were almost tied into Chinese knots.

Lian Ming reached out and rubbed Su Muyu's brows: "Boss Su, what do you remember?"

He asked a little cautiously, knowing that if it was such a reaction, it must be something insignificant.But Lian Ming is still looking forward to whether the situation will be reversed if there is such a slight sign.

Su Muyu leaned the back of his head against the bedpost, his profile was soft and vague in the dim light: "Before we went to the movies today, we went to Antique Street, right?"

"uh-huh."

Lian Ming sat with him and looked at the clock on the wall, good guy!It's almost dawn!

"Then, do you remember that when you asked me to look at the last piece of Gaogu porcelain, there was a row of cars parked across the street from us?"

Lian Ming thought about it. Since Su Muyu was so serious, it shouldn't be a small problem: "Well, the traffic conditions on the road were not very good at that time, and there were some traffic jams."

"There was a military jeep, do you remember?"

"Military jeep?" Lian Ming mused, "Some... impression? Mixed in the car, it's late, I don't remember much."

"Then do you remember that there is a small car behind the military jeep?" Su Muyu spoke eagerly, as if Lian Ming's answer did not satisfy him.

Boss Su followed the clues and pulled out the tiny fragments of memory bit by bit.He kept rewinding the scene at night, pulling it back frame by frame like a film.

Lian Ming sighed and rubbed Su Muyu's hair.He leaned over and made a gesture to wrap Boss Su in his arms.

"Let's think together, there is a small car behind the jeep, what happened to that small car?"

Su Muyu said categorically: "The car didn't go with the crowd, and quickly slipped away from the alley next to it."

"Then what's wrong with this little car?" Lian Ming asked.

Su Muyu said: "Let's think about it... half of his face was exposed in that car, and that person...we know each other."

After a pause, Su Muyu didn't use the word "I", but "we".It means that Lian Ming should also know this person.

But this night, Lian Ming was so focused on "making Su Muyu happy" and "looking at antiques" that he really didn't pay attention to any vehicles on the street.

Forgive him for having difficulty recalling any information.

The cause and effect were linked together, after thinking for a moment, Lian Ming continued to ask: "You said just now, you remembered who this person is."

"Yes," Su Muyu grabbed the quilt, and the fine brocade velvet quilt was wrinkled between his fingers, "It's just because I think about it that I feel strange."

"Where is the strangeness?"

"I vaguely remember that I glanced at the jeep ahead. I didn't see the person in it, but I should have recognized it."

Lian Ming continued to help him sort out the clues: "Think about it from another angle, Boss Su, do you think it's just the people in the small car behind that make you weird, or do you care about these two cars together?"

Su Muyu raised his head abruptly, Lian Ming hit the nail on the head.The stalk he had been holding on to just now was easily solved.

Yes, that makes sense.

They know the people in the car behind.Let’s also assume that they also know the person in the back seat of the military jeep that they didn’t see clearly.Then, for these two people to appear at the same place at the same time——Su Muyu suddenly opened his eyes—it's really daring!

Lian Ming observed the situation and knew that Su Muyu had figured it out.He raised his eyebrows, touched the cigarette case and lighter from the bedside table, and lit a cigarette.

Su Muyu propped his chin, and his expression became even worse: "No way...what the hell are they trying to do?"

"Then tell me, who is the person in the car behind?"

Lian Ming is very concerned about this, which bastard is it that can make Su Muyu care so much.

Su Muyu didn't hesitate, and directly climbed onto Lian Ming's shoulder, pressed it against the other's ear, and uttered a name.

In fact, the indoor light is just right, the kind where light and dark overlap each other.It's extremely ambiguous, and there are hints in it that make people's Adam's apple roll.Following Lian Ming's eyes, Su Muyu's clothes were wide open, and because he raised his arms, his collarbone was particularly beautifully bumpy.

Further down, is the temptation to get into pajamas.

A painting that is lively and fragrant, should be intriguing and daring.However, the name Su Muyu uttered was so shocking that Lian Ming subconsciously ignored lust.

He bit his cigarette butt, scarlet flashed: "Fuck!"

"Hey!" Su Muyu was almost choked by the smoke, and quickly avoided, "No swearing!"

Lian Ming put the cigarette away, and thought carefully about the time they met until now, Su Muyu did not utter a single dirty word—the upbringing is too good, too good to be human.

Actually, it has nothing to do with education.When people are in a hurry, they will always utter a few words of national abuse uncontrollably.It is human nature, if it is not too dark and vicious, if it is not deliberate, it is not too much to vent.

Lian Ming knew that Su Muyu was just forbearance. It's not that this person didn't want to scold him, maybe in the auction or in normal times, he scolded him like a fool in his heart.

But Boss Su was too tolerant, as if no matter what came out of his mouth, it had been carefully thought out.

Nothing goes wrong, and nothing out of the ordinary.

People can't find faults, but they can't get in touch with the real him.

Lian Ming felt very distressed and couldn't bear to watch.He said: "Boss Su, what's the matter with the occasional two national curses? Let's use an analogy, you have someone cheating on you behind your back, causing you huge losses, what would you say? I bet it's FUCK!"

"Think about it again, Mr. Ma snatched your goods at the auction, what was your first reaction to say to him? It must be shit! Thinking about it this way, it will make sense."

Su Muyu frowned, ignoring his strong words: "Wait, you were the one who snatched my goods at the auction, right? Huh? Lian Shao."

Lian Ming's smug expression hadn't gone down yet, and he suddenly slapped him on the head.Why did he bring up this "sad event" at this juncture? It was like digging a hole and setting up a grave for himself!

Lian Ming pretended to continue pretending, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "Boss Su, don't change the subject, do you know that there is a book called "Cultural History of Dirty Talk", which is interesting. I recommend you to read it and have a look. There are no cultural differences when it comes to 'swearing'."

shameless!Shameless!

Su Muyu couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his paws and pounced on him: "Don't change the subject for me! I ask you if you will grab it next time?!"

"Hey, hey, don't grab it! Be careful! Cigarette butts! Ancestor! Don't burn it!"

Lian Ming moved his hands away in a panic, and the two began to wrestle on the wide bed.Su Muyu held on to Lian Ming, who had no choice but to avoid him.You chase me and hide, and you are in a mess.

Blankets were kicked to the floor and pillows were crooked.The bed swayed, and the picture was very evocative—Su Muyu was just one leg away from sitting on Lian Ming's body, and Lian Ming's hand had already wrapped around Su Meiren's waist.

Just laughing and rubbing like this, thighs rubbed against thighs, and a sea of ​​fire burned continuously between skin and skin.

The two stopped suddenly.

Su Muyu's face changed a few times, and he suddenly put down Lian Ming's skirt.He backed away, turned his face, and coughed unnaturally.

Just now, the two felt the softness of each other at the same time, and it became hard.

Lian Ming froze, and his arms fell empty, causing him a little melancholy.Then Lian Shao recovered quickly, took one last puff of his cigarette, and poked the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Boss Su, are you sleepy?"

Su Muyu picked up the quilt from under the bed, her cheeks blushing.He reached out to turn off the light, and the room fell into darkness again.

"Tired, go to sleep."

The two adjusted their pillows and lay down.There was a sudden silence, and the sound of the other party's undulating breathing was extremely clear.

Su Muyu turned sideways and closed his eyes.My heart was in a mess, and the anxiety caused by "remembering who" at the beginning, not only didn't go away, but became more serious.

After about a while, when Su Muyu gradually relaxed, Lian Ming suddenly turned around, attached the quilt from behind, and hugged Boss Su.

Su Muyu was startled, and immediately twisted, trying to get out of Lian Ming's hot embrace: "Let go! Lian Shao, don't be foolish!"

"I do not have."

Lian Ming buried his face in the back of Su Muyu's neck, the overly intimate posture of the two of them made Su Muyu extremely uneasy.

"What are you doing! Let go!"

In the shouting words, there was actually a trace of shyness and trembling.

"Ah...Boss Su, I haven't really figured out what happened just now."

Lian Ming hugged Su Muyu with all his strength, his breaths intertwined with each other.

Su Muyu was taken aback.

Lian Ming continued: "Why do you feel so uneasy about 'remembering that person'? No, it's not about thinking about that person that makes you uneasy. Rather, you're thinking about the matter of 'remembering' itself, right?"

Su Muyu stopped struggling at all. If Lian Ming was not a normal person, he would have doubted whether Lian Shao had mind reading skills.

That's right, apart from those two people, what disturbed Su Muyu was "remembering this" itself.

Before coming to the Republic of China, Zhan Shiyi sent him a large amount of background information on the characters, and he obviously stayed up all night to get familiar with, memorize, and memorize.He was so proficient that he could draw those faces in his mind as soon as he closed his eyes.

But why, here.After a long time, he began to lose his memory of the appearance of the "main character"?

There is no doubt that Su Muyu knew the person in the car tonight.But he should have known who it was at a glance, why did he spend so long recalling and thinking about "who" this person was.

Su Muyu was terrified, suffering so much that he couldn't sleep - since when did his memory become so fragile.

The memory palace in his mind collapsed like a dilapidated building, brick by brick like falling into an abyss.

Seeing that Su Muyu was silent, Lian Ming understood that this inference had deeply penetrated his heart.Being someone else—doubting yourself—is always hard to do.

"Don't think about it," Lian Ming put his arms around Su Muyu's waist, "If you think about it again, you'll lose sleep again."

The sky outside the window was pale, and there were faint sounds of wheels on the street.

Another sleepless night.

Su Muyu murmured in a low voice: "It shouldn't be... how could I forget."

Lian Ming didn't provoke him anymore, but changed the subject: "In two days, there will be Leng Peijiu on stage in Osmanthus Garden, and I've asked the hotel to find someone to buy tickets."

"Huh?" Su Muyu turned around as expected, "When?"

"Come back tonight, you are taking a shower, I called."

Lian Ming slowed down his voice and coaxed Boss Su to sleep.

"So you go to bed early, don't think about it. The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. It's not something we can interfere with. Thinking about it so much will only increase your troubles."

Su Muyu curled his lips, the two were too close, and the faint scent of tobacco on Lian Ming's body was really a magic sleep aid.His eyelids became heavy, and finally he turned sideways, nestling in Lian Ming's arms.

"...how long are you going to hug me?"

The Sumerian muttered angrily.

Lian Ming laughed softly: "You love to hug me when you fall asleep. It may be easier for you to fall asleep if you hold me. Just fall asleep like this. I will let you go when you fall asleep."

Su Muyu buried his face in the quilt, bit his lips: "Don't move around."

"I'm not moving."

"No touching."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"I slept."

"Well, go to sleep."

Before Su Muyu fell asleep, he whispered, "Let go of me when you fall asleep."

Lian Ming chuckled and hugged him even tighter.

What do you know when you are asleep?

Just don't let go.

Bite me.

The author has something to say: ① "Cultural History of Dirty Words", published in 2008.Written by Wei Jinli, translated by Yan Yun.A rather interesting book, the language is very witty and humorous, you can read it when you have time.