spirits in throat

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao took a shower together.

Zhou Ye poured two glasses of red wine, went to the window and handed a glass to Rong Zhao, and hugged him from behind: "Did it hurt you just now?"

Rong Zhao drank the red wine, put the glass on the window sill, and turned to look at Zhou Ye: "It hurts."

He knew and could feel that Zhou Ye was already very gentle towards him, and he couldn't hold him too big, and it was the first time, it was impossible not to feel pain.

Zhou Ye lowered his head slightly, kissed half a drop of red wine off Rong Zhao's lips, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Then I'll lighten it up next time, and when you get used to it, I'll try something else."

"No," Rong Zhao refused without thinking, "I'll be on top next time."

Zhou Ye couldn't help laughing, and said dotingly: "You can do whatever you say."

Rong Zhao didn't know at this time that a man's words on the bed were untrustworthy, even though Zhou Ye said so, he didn't expect to be suppressed by Rong Zhao.

Besides, Rong Zhao couldn't hold him down at all, and after being pressed by him a few more times, Rong Rong would be able to recognize her position clearly.

Rong Zhao grabbed Zhou Ye's hand, and gently rubbed the bloody place on the back of his hand: "If Lin Hongze really finds out here and finds out that I am a fake Rong Zhao, it doesn't matter. It never hurt him."

Rong Zhao looked at the night near and far outside the window: "During the two months I lived with him, I was wary of him. He knew it, but he didn't mind, and he treated me very well. He said he was an orphan, and he died after his parents passed away. I have never been so close to anyone, let me rest assured that he will never harm me."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye: "Besides you, he is the closest person to me. If it wasn't for him, I...I don't know, maybe I'm still wandering."

A person without identity can hardly move an inch in modern society.

"Aren't you jealous?"

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao, rubbed him into his arms, and said in a low voice, "No, I just blame myself, why I didn't meet you sooner."

Rong Zhao turned around, leaned against the window, hugged Zhou Ye's neck, and looked at him with dark eyes: "The future is still very long, and those will be our good days."

Zhou Ye kissed Rong Zhao on the lips: "I will definitely exercise well, cherish my body and life, and let myself live longer, at least longer than you. When you get old and leave, I'll set up a monument for you, a monument for the two of us, and then go down to find you."

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao tightly: "I promise you, I will definitely live longer than you,"

He would not let him experience the pain of losing a loved one again.They will have no children, they are each other's lovers and family.

Rong Zhao got up, took out a photo from the pocket of the jacket he had changed, put it in his hand to look at, and did not show it to Zhou Ye, looked up at him and said, "Didn't you ask in the morning, your mother talked to me of what?"

"Talk about your blind date back then."

Hearing what Rong Zhao said, Zhou Ye said angrily, "Why did my mother tell you that?"

"Baby, you have to believe me, I haven't seen any of those women, and I haven't even looked at the photos my mother brought back."

"I know you didn't read it." Rong Zhao looked down at the photo in his hand, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Zhou Ye went to snatch the photo from Rong Zhao's hand: "Did my mother give you the photo of my blind date?"

"Why is she so idle!"

Zhou Ye grabbed the photo and looked at it.

The background of the photo is a large green lawn, with a cluster of pink and white tulips blooming beside it. In the middle of the photo stands a girl in a white dress. The girl has fair skin, long hair and shawl, and smiles gently at the camera.

Zhou Ye recognized that this was Rong Zhao's sister, Guan Xia.

Behind Guan Xia, a young man in white appeared in profile. He was lying on the lawn with his legs crossed, holding a game console in his hand and a grass leaf between his lips.

Zhou Ye caressed the boy in the photo with his hand, and smiled: "My mother actually fell in love with your sister back then."

Rong Zhao hummed: "Don't look at her smiling like a lady in this photo, it's actually quite fierce."

He couldn't help but think: "If you saw this photo back then, you went on a blind date with my sister and became my brother-in-law."

Zhou Ye rubbed Rong Zhao's hair: "What are you thinking about, I don't like women."

"According to my thinking, when I saw this photo back then, my attention must not have been on our sister, and I must have fallen in love with you."

Rong Zhao smiled: "My sister is a good-looking dog and likes handsome men. If she sees her blind date being snatched away by her younger brother, she won't die of anger."

Zhou Ye pulled Rong Zhao to sit on the bed, hugging his shoulders: "If that incident hadn't happened in your house, I would definitely go to your house, of course, instead of visiting your sister, I would visit you, chase you and cling to you If you pester you, will you follow me?"

Rong Zhao thought about it for a while: "I'm afraid it won't work, my parents still count on me to carry on the family line, and they will probably ask someone to beat you out."

Zhou Ye: "Then I'm not afraid. At worst, I will climb over the wall and the window of your room. Anyway, I will definitely catch up with you."

Rong Zhao: "Believe me, if you really dare to break through my window, you will be beaten badly by me."

Zhou Ye laughed: "Are you willing to beat your husband?"

Rong Zhao: "I'm willing."

The two were lying on the bed, Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao: "I didn't hurt you just now, let me check for you."

Rong Zhao was unwilling: "No need, it's fine."

When Rong Zhao was about to fall asleep and was in a daze, Zhou Ye checked for him, and after making sure that he hadn't been hurt, he closed his eyes and fell asleep hugging the person next to him.

For the next few days, Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao sometimes lived on Shilian Road, and sometimes went to live in the house in Rose Garden.

Rong Zhao likes the rose garden, the environment is nice and quiet.Zhou Ye also likes the rose garden very much. It is spacious and gives him a lot of room to play.

Rong Zhao had been ambitiously preparing for a counterattack, but Zhou Ye was a man who kept his word, promised well during the day, and suppressed him firmly at night.

The National Day soon came, and fortunately, there were no particularly urgent cases, and the two were able to have a fairly long seven-day holiday.

They lived in Shilian Road for the first three days, and they planned to move away from here officially. While living here, they packed their luggage, and by the way, they walked around the area nearby, eating all the delicious restaurants and small street shops. over and over.

On the fourth morning, Zhou Ye got up from the bed, bent down and kissed the person on the bed: "Wake up my wife."

Rong Zhao opened his eyes, glanced at Zhou Ye, and said sleepily, "I'm sorry, I'm sleepy."

Rong Zhao has always been a person who has the spirit of getting up, that is, Zhou Ye's good-looking face can make him less angry when getting up.

Rong Zhao rolled up the quilt and shrank into the warm quilt: "I'll sleep again."

Zhou Ye smiled, and rubbed Rong Zhao's face lightly: "Then I'll prepare breakfast, and I'll call you later."

Zhou Ye hummed a ditty and went to wash up, looking refreshed.

It's not because Rong Zhao couldn't get up these days, it's because Zhou Ye was too aggressive last night and tossed him too hard.

After Zhou Ye washed his face, he said to himself in the mirror, next time we can't do this again, and we must have sex and life in moderation.

It's useless to say it, he "bullied" Wan Rongzhao every day and said this to himself, and he forgot all about it at night.

Rong Zhao turned over with difficulty, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and his throat was a bit dry and hoarse.

He got off the bed, grabbed the table and took a few sips of the warm water that Zhou Ye had prepared for him, looked in the direction of the kitchen and said, "What are your plans for today?"

Zhou Ye was frying eggs, and the egg liquid was sizzling in the oil: "I'm going out today, I have some things to deal with, you rest at home, I'll come back to accompany you when I'm done."

Rong Zhao: "What is it, an unexpected case?"

Zhou Ye: "It's not a business matter, it's a private matter."

Rong Zhao walked to the door of the kitchen: "What private matter?" He felt that Zhou Ye had something to hide from him, otherwise he would have taken the initiative to report to him because he was going out for something, instead of waiting for him to ask.

Zhou Ye put the fried eggs on the plate: "It's an old case."

Rong Zhao: "Is it related to me?"

Zhou Ye: "No."

Rong Zhao didn't ask any more questions, and Zhou Ye didn't say anything. Naturally, he had his reasons. There were often cases in the bureau that needed to be kept secret. Zhou Ye probably just told him that it was a private matter because it was inconvenient to talk about it.

The two sat together and had a good breakfast, Zhou Ye cleared the table and washed the dishes, and boiled a pot of boiling water to prevent Rong Zhao from running out of water when he was not at home.

Zhou Ye moved Rong Zhao's chair to a place by the window where it can get the sun, made a cup of tea and put it on the small table, and spread a wool cushion of the same style as the ice cream on the chair: "Sit here and rest , I'll order takeaway for you at noon, and I'll be back in the afternoon."

Rong Zhao sat down: "Then you come back quickly."

Zhou Ye bent down, kissed Rong Zhao's lips, then rubbed his bum, and said in a low voice, "Wait for my husband to come back and pamper you."

Since the holiday, the two have been stuck together every day, and they haven't been separated yet. After Zhou Ye went out, Rong Zhao got up from the chair, stood by the window and looked outside.

Zhou Ye came out of the gate of Sister Zhang's house, walked a few steps forward, turned around, looked up at Rong Zhao who was standing by the window looking at him, smiled, and blew a kiss to him.

Four or ten minutes later, Zhou Ye came to a place that was even more dilapidated than Shilian Road.

The land boundary here is very strange. On one side is the appearance of a prosperous metropolis, with row upon row of high-rise buildings reaching into the sky, and there is an aristocratic school next to it.

On the other side, it was the complete opposite. The houses were small and messy, as if the demolition was only halfway through, and even the sky above seemed darker than the side.

Zhou Ye walked across the road into the low slum. The concrete road on the ground looked like it had never been repaired, and the cracks were like spider webs.

There are a few children playing at the intersection, their faces are dirty, their clothes are not clean, they have rolled and crawled in the mud puddles, and there are no adults around them, so they are not afraid that these children will be abducted by human traffickers.

Passing through a large area of ​​dilapidated houses, Zhou Ye stopped in front of a small three-story building and looked up to the third floor.

This is the place where Su Jiaze lived for more than ten years.

Zhou Ye walked into the narrow and dark corridor, almost slipped by the noodle soup spilled by someone under his feet, and the whole corridor exuded a smell of rotten food.

On the third floor, Zhou Ye stood at the door of the house where Su Jiaze used to live, and knocked on the door.

No one answered inside, so he knocked again, and an impatient scolding sound came from inside: "Who's disturbing my old lady's sleep."

Soon, the door was opened, and a woman with disheveled hair and a tired face opened the door.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties, wearing a black suspender pajamas, with a pair of red plastic slippers on her feet, rubbing her eyes.

Zhou Ye could tell the woman's occupation at a glance. He shook his police officer ID: "Is it convenient to go in and check things?"

The woman panicked when she saw the police officer's ID card, for fear that the other party was here to arrest her.

Zhou Ye: "I'm not in the anti-pornography team, and I don't care about your occupation. I just went in to see this room."

The woman hurriedly made room for Zhou Ye to come in, and she picked up a few clothes from the large pile of clothes on the bedside chair and went to the bathroom to put them on.

The rooms are simple and shabby, but they have been specially decorated.There is a pink gauze curtain around the bed, and the light on the broken ceiling is also pink.There are some sexy underwear hanging out on the balcony, and two pairs of high-heeled shoes are lying in disorder in front of the closet.

The whole space is filled with a sense of absurd contradiction, like a coiled wire hole, which is the place where women start working.

The woman came out after changing into decent clothes, went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye took it and put it on the table next to him without drinking.

"How long have you lived here?"

The woman hurriedly replied: "It's been a long time, more than three years."

For more than three years, there shouldn't be much interaction with Su Jiaze's mother and son.

"Does the landlord live around here?"

The woman walked to the window and pointed to the opposite side: "The landlord lives in that house and doesn't like to come here."

Zhou Ye turned his head and looked around the house. There was only one bed in this room, not even a partition, and it could only accommodate one person.

Zhou Ye came out of the house and found the landlord.

The landlord is a man in his fifties with a slightly disabled leg, who is sitting in the yard peeling corn kernels.

Zhou Ye said that he was here to investigate the drug abuse case seven years ago, and he came to find out a little bit about the situation, and then handed a cigarette to the landlord.

The landlord took the cigarette and lit it, and said while smoking: "You are talking about Ma Fen, I remember her, and she has a child."

"Didn't she die of a drug overdose?"

Zhou Ye sat on a small chair next to him: "Can you talk to me about her and her son."

The landlord took a puff of cigarette: "It's been a long time, and I can't remember the details. She has lived with me for almost ten years. It is not easy to take care of a son. Don't go to work, there is no income. Go to work, The children are left unattended."

Zhou Ye: "Where is her man?"

The landlord shook the ashes: "I've never seen him as a man. After she died, the man appeared and took the child away."

Zhou Ye: "Could you tell me about that child, his temperament and whatnot."

Landlord: "It's very pitiful. Growing up in that kind of environment, how can it be better. He usually ignores people, like a dumb man. I have never seen him smile. He doesn't like to go home after school every day. , either at school, or wandering in the nearby park, only willing to come back at night, take a nap, go out early the next morning, and refuse to stay at home for a while."

"It was okay at the beginning. Although his mother is a prostitute, at least she can make some money, and she won't be short of food for him, so she won't be hungry. Later, his mother started taking drugs, and bought drugs as soon as she had some money. The child is even more pitiful, hungry every day, skinny."

Zhou Ye chatted with the landlord for a few more words, got up and headed towards the police station in the jurisdiction.

After leaving this low-slung and dilapidated residential area, there is a park across the road in front of it. There is a basketball court in the park, and several middle school students are playing basketball.

Zhou Ye stood by the basketball court, looking at the teenagers who were playing basketball inside.

Zhou Ye once asked Rong Zhao how he and Su Jiaze met. Rong Zhao said that he met here. Su Jiaze often stood by the basketball court to watch them play.

It's not surprising that Su Jiaze fell in love with Rong Zhao.

It is hard for a downcast, gloomy person not to be attracted to a young man who is as bright as the sun.

Zhou Ye tried to look at the basketball court with Su Jiaze's eyes.

He just came back from a third-rate school, because the family is poor, there is no father, and the mother does that kind of dirty work. My schoolbag was bullied by boys of the same age.

He's thin, he has no strength, and he can't beat anyone.

Carrying his schoolbag, he rubbed his lips that were bleeding from the beating. He didn't want to go home, and he had nowhere to go. The park was a good place to go.

Looking up, under the afterglow of the setting sun, I saw energetic and carefree young people in the basketball court.

He seemed to be attracted by some irresistible force, and stood by the basketball court for a long time, looking at the smiling young man.

Suddenly, the basketball flew out of the court and hit him.

The boy ran over sweaty after exercising, smiled, showing a pair of shallow and lively dimples: "Sorry, I accidentally touched you, did you hurt?"

He picked up the basketball from the ground and handed it to the boy without saying a word.He saw the youth's clear eyes, as if hiding stars.

He has seen all kinds of eyes, contemptuous, vicious, and disgusting, but he has never seen such a clear one.

The boy caught the ball, patted it on the ground a few times, and smiled kindly: "Do you want to come with us?"

He shook his head, then lowered his head again, looking at his toes in embarrassment.

They are all wearing brand-name sports shoes. His shoes were bought at a street stall. They have been worn for two years. Run and play.

He and he are not from the same world at all.Whether materially or spiritually.

But he couldn't control his love for him, that strong, almost burning love.

From then on, he fell in love with this park and came here after school, sometimes he could be seen, sometimes not.After meeting several times, they finally got to know each other.

The teenager will invite him to eat the strawberry cake made by his mother himself, and will bring him mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, telling him a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhou Ye recovered from Su Jiaze's role, and a strong jealousy rose in his heart, roaring, almost swallowing him whole.

He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't control it.

In all fairness, if he were Su Jiaze, he would never let Rong Zhao go in his whole life, he would do everything possible to get him, even if it meant destroying him together.

Even if they are not from the same world, he still has to pull him into his own world.

Zhou Ye left from the basketball court, sat on a bench in the park to rest for a while, suppressed the jealous fire that was about to ignite in his heart again, felt that it was not enough, and called Rong Zhao.

The reason why he came here to investigate without telling Rong Zhao was because he didn't want Rong Zhao to come here and remember his past with Su Jiaze.

Zhou Ye knew that Rong Zhao had no close relationship with Su Jiaze in the past, but he was still jealous, he didn't allow Rong Zhao to think anything about Su Jiaze.

Rong Zhao just got the takeaway that Zhou Ye ordered for him from the deliveryman. Zhou Ye was afraid of hurting his stomach, so he didn't let him eat much boiled fish, so he was very happy, and his voice was soft when he answered the phone For several minutes: "Miss me?"

Hearing Rong Zhao's voice, Zhou Ye thought, no matter what, Rong Zhao is his, and his mood improved a lot: "Well, I miss you, I want to see you now, I want to hug you, I want to kiss you, I still want to fuck you hard."

Although Rong Zhao was used to hearing Zhou Ye's flirtatious words, his ears were still red, and something was wrong with his voice: "What's the matter with you?"

Zhou Ye got up from the bench: "It's okay, I'll go back in the afternoon, wait for me obediently."

Rong Zhao hummed: "Have you had lunch yet?"

Zhou Ye: "No, I'll go in a while."

Rong Zhao: "If you come back early, I'll save some food for you. The boiled fish you ordered is delicious."

Zhou Ye: "Don't keep it for me, you can eat more if you like."

Rong Zhao smiled: "You didn't want me to eat spicy food before, why are you so good today?"

Zhou Ye turned his head and glanced at the basketball court just now: "Do you love me?"

Rong Zhao: "I love you or not, don't you know?"

Sensing that something was wrong with Zhou Ye, Rong Zhao softened his tone and said into the microphone, "I love you."

Hearing Rong Zhao's voice, Zhou Ye was satisfied.But he felt that it was not enough: "Eat a good meal and wash up later, lie on the bed and wait for me, I want you."

Rong Zhao hung up the phone, smiled at the phone for a while, and actually tasted a little sweetness from the boiled fish floating in red oil.

In order to save time, Zhou Ye bought a piece of bread from a bakery to fill his stomach, and rushed to the nearby police station without stopping.

Zhou Ye said hello in advance, and the person in charge of reception was the policeman who handled the Ma Fen case back then.

Without goingssip, Zhou Ye took the file of the case from the police.

As he had found before, the forensic report showed that Muffin died of a drug overdose.At the same time, she also suffers from AIDS.

Zhou Ye flipped through the pages and said, "After Ma Fen became addicted to drugs, she bought drugs as soon as she had some money. She often couldn't even eat enough, and even her son's tuition was exempted by the school. Where did she come from?" The money suddenly bought so many drugs that he overdose and died."

"We investigated this issue back then, and Ma Fen finally used 3000 yuan to sell drugs," the policeman said while recalling, "The money was the money she picked up on the road and sold a new mobile phone."

The information obtained from the landlord is limited, Zhou Ye: "Tell me about Su Jiaze and his biological father."

The policeman replied: "When Ma Fen was young, she had a good time with a man. After breaking up with the man, she found out that she was pregnant. She went to find a man, but she couldn't find him anywhere, so she had to give birth to the child alone."

"The man probably knew about her all along, otherwise she wouldn't have picked up the child with her back foot after she died on her front foot."

Zhou Ye naturally knew that this man was Su Shu Su Yuzhang.

He frowned: "Since the man is willing to accept the child, why didn't he take him away earlier and let the child suffer with such a mother."

Police: "According to the neighbors, the man came here once before. Ma Fen refused to let the child go, saying that he didn't want to live a hard life anymore, and asked to go with the child and the man."

"She was like that at the time, taking drugs and suffering from AIDS. The man refused to take her away if he didn't want to get into this trouble. Ma Fen also didn't let her son go with the man, saying that even if they died, they would die together. Men get their way."

The policeman sighed: "Fortunately, the child left with his father in the end."

"His biological father's conditions are quite good, and he should be living well now."

Zhou Ye read Ma Fen's autopsy report again, and flipped through the photos of the crime scene: "Is there any doubt about the cause of death?"

The policeman shook his head: "No, it is indeed an overdose of drugs."

The police have been handling the case for many years, and they suddenly understood what Zhou Ye meant.It is easy to doubt whether Ma Fen's death has something to do with her son.

Standing on the standpoint of a son, he wanted to get rid of the dark life in front of him. Finally, a rich father came to pick him up, but his mother stuck to him like a dog's skin plaster, dragging him, dragging him.

If only the dog skin plaster died, he could follow his father.

Zhou Ye had asked someone to investigate in advance, using other means, which was not much different from the situation he investigated today.

He didn't stay long, walked out of the police station, took a taxi and rushed home.

He missed Rong Zhao, really wanted to.

The phone call at noon made Rong Zhao see that Zhou Ye had something on his mind, and wanted to make him happy. As he said, he took a shower after dinner and then lay on the bed.

Zhou Ye opened the door and came in, and saw Rong Zhao lying on the bed reading a book in soft pajamas, the sunlight outside the window shone on him, bright and moving.