spirits in throat

On the subway, Rong Zhao looked at the advertisements that kept flashing past outside the window, and his mind was full of the kiss at the entrance of the subway station.

Zhou Ye's lips were very soft, wet from the rain, but unexpectedly not cold, warm and soft, as if he had an anesthetic, which made his body instantly stiff, so that he forgot to resist.

He even forgot his identity as a straight man, allowing this man to stay on his lips for several seconds.

And he didn't hate this feeling, and even felt very comfortable.

He was very angry when he kissed him forcefully, and bit him hard, bleeding out of his mouth.

When he rubbed the corner of his lips, he attributed his feeling to normal physiological changes of people.He's a perennially single, healthy man, and it's normal to feel and react a little bit, no fuss.

Rong Zhao touched his lips, and the place where Zhou Ye kissed was hot.

Holding the folded umbrella in one hand, Zhou Ye sat down beside Rong Zhao, and asked in a low voice, "Did the kiss just now make you comfortable?"

Rong Zhao ignored him, which was already a great kindness.

"If the service is not good, tell me, and I will improve it next time," Zhou Ye leaned into Rong Zhao's ear, looked at the red tips of his ears, smiled and continued, "Free upgrade, no money."

Rong Zhao was thin-skinned, and didn't want to sit with Zhou Ye, a cheeky person who never knew how to write the word shy, so he got up and sat on the seat opposite.

Only then did Zhou Ye see the blood-stained white socks on Rong Zhao's ankles. He got up and sat beside Rong Zhao, his face darkening; "Why didn't you tell me when you got hurt?"

Rong Zhao looked down at his ankle, and pulled the trouser leg down: "It's okay, the bleeding has stopped long ago, just wipe it with alcohol cotton when you go home."

Zhou Ye got up from his seat, squatted in front of Rong Zhao, frowned, and raised his hand to roll up his trouser legs: "Show me."

Rong Zhao shrank his legs back, looked down at the person squatting in front of him: "Don't do this, everyone around is looking this way."

Zhou Ye grabbed Rong Zhao's calf and pulled his socks down. The situation was better than he expected. The wound was cut by a knife, the cut surface was neat, and the wound was not deep. As long as it was disinfected, it would take less than two days can grow well.

But this doesn't prevent him from feeling distressed, it hurts more than a knife resting on him.

Rong Zhao put down the trouser legs lifted up by Zhou Ye: "You saw it, and I said it's all right."

Zhou Ye stood up from the ground, sat beside Rong Zhao, and asked again: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Rong Zhao noticed that Zhou Ye's expression was not right, and the other party seemed very unhappy.He said frankly: "The team is almost crazy busy today, this small injury is not worth mentioning, it is not enough to add to the chaos."

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, and said seriously, "Don't treat me like them, I'm different from them."

"With me here, you don't need to carry it hard. Even if it's just a small scratch, tell me. You can tell me everything about you."

I don't know how much Rong Zhao listened, but Zhou Ye only heard him murmur: "Got it."

After getting off the subway, the rain had stopped. Zhou Ye handed the umbrella to Rong Zhao, and bent down in front of him: "There are many puddles on Shilian Road, your ankles are not easy to touch the water, I will carry you."

Rong Zhao took the umbrella and looked down at Zhou Ye's bent back: "No need, I'm not a three-year-old child, can I avoid puddles when I encounter them?"

"A three-year-old child still knows to look for his father when he bumps into it. What about you," Zhou Ye continued, "come up."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye: "What do you mean, what are you alluding to, who is whose father?"

"You are my father," Zhou Ye bent down, turned his head and continued, "Come on, Dad."

Rong Zhao couldn't hold it back, and smiled a bit, he was a little happy to be a father for the first time.

Zhou Ye turned around and looked at Rong Zhao. He rarely saw him smile, and even if he did, he would only lightly raise his lips to perfunctory.Even at the beginning, he thought that this person couldn't laugh.

When he saw him laughing sincerely, he felt that the reason why the rain stopped and the wind stopped was because of him.

When he smiled, spring came, making people feel like standing under the warm sun on a sunny day, with peach blossoms in full bloom in front of him and behind him.

Rong Zhao didn't let Zhou Ye carry it in the end, and she wasn't a little girl who weighed eighty to ninety pounds. It was very heavy to carry, and a man's bones were hard, and the chromium was uncomfortable on the body.

The two walked side by side on the way home. At some point, the moon came out. Although it was only a crescent like a sickle, it illuminated the earth clearly.

Every time he encountered a puddle, Zhou Ye would remind him: "Wife, watch your step."

Rong Zhao was already so angry by Zhou Ye that he lost his temper, and stepped on the puddle with his uninjured foot, splashing muddy water all over Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye stomped back, which made Rong Zhao all over, and Rong Zhao stomped back again.

They stepped on every puddle on the way home, and most of their clothes were wet.

Rong Zhao wiped off a drop of muddy water on his chin, glanced at his mouth: "You are so childish."

Zhou Ye stared at Rong Zhao's lips: "You are only naive."

Rong Zhao: "You stepped on me first."

Zhou Ye: "You didn't step on me less."

The first to lose was Zhou Ye, who was always thinking about the wound on Rong Zhao's ankle.

Before the stairs leading to the second floor, Zhou Ye stopped and said, "If you don't want me to carry it, then I'll carry you up."

Rong Zhao stepped up the stairs and said, "Stop talking, the stairs are so narrow."

Before he could finish his sentence, his feet suddenly lightened, and his whole body was weightless, and Zhou Ye hugged him by the waist.

Or the princess hug that makes straight men lose their dignity.

Rong Zhao couldn't bear such grievances, and immediately borrowed the help of the handrail of the stairs, kicked his feet on the edge of the handrail, grabbed the other side with his hand, turned over and broke free from Zhou Ye's arms.

"ill!"

Rong Meiren dropped two words coldly, kicked Zhou Ye's calf, turned around and went upstairs.

Zhou Ye bent the corners of his lips, his peach blossom eyes were softly shining in the night: "I just like you to scold me."

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Zhou Ye, he felt annoyed if he didn't scold him, and it didn't seem to help if he scolded him.

Zhou Ye stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at Rong Zhao, he couldn't bear the beauty's appearance of having a fit or not: "Don't look at me like that, what should I do if I get hard."

Rong Zhao: "Try another word." In the night, Zhou Ye couldn't see Rong Zhao's face clearly, but he knew that his face must be red.

When he got home, Zhou Ye went to the bathroom and fetched a basin of warm water, helped Rong Zhao wipe off the blood on his feet, and sterilized the poison with alcohol cotton: "Don't wrap the bandages, just let it dry like this, and don't get stuffy in the quilt, let it pass through." Breathe."

After speaking, I turned up the temperature of the air conditioner a little, so I don't need to cover the quilt to sleep, so as not to suffocate the wound.

After setting up Rong Zhao, Zhou Ye began to wash rice and cook porridge: "It's too late, how about millet pumpkin, it's easier to cook, it doesn't take time, you can sleep after eating."

"Well," Rong Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his phone, "Someone in the group gave out red envelopes."

Zhou Ye was busy putting rock sugar into the porridge, and said casually, "My phone is on the table, grab it for me."

"Password your birthday."

"Why did you set my birthday as a password?" Rong Zhao picked up Zhou Ye's phone and unlocked it, and saw his phone wallpaper at a glance.

It was a few corrupt photos taken by Zhou Ye last time in order to be selected as a volunteer for the live broadcast of the haunted house. They were close together, although Rong Zhao was forced to be intimate.

"It's set as your birthday, of course, to make it easier for you to check posts," Zhou Ye said while putting down the rock sugar and stirring the porridge with a spoon, "How much money did you get for the red envelope?"

"Three yuan and five," Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye's phone wallpaper, "It's better to change the wallpaper, it's not good to be seen by others."

Zhou Ye smiled and said, "I can't see it, Police Officer Rong, who looks serious on the surface, but actually wants to have some excitement, and wants to have an underground relationship with the leader."

Of course Rong Zhao didn't mean that: "Don't think of others as yourself."

Seeing that the porridge was almost ready, Zhou Ye took out a bowl, stirred it with a spoon and blew it: "You don't care about my mobile phone, eat the porridge quickly, and sleep well after eating."

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Zhou Ye's cell phone rang, he glanced at it, walked to the window and connected it: "The rice is here, isn't it at the alley, I'll go get it right away, thanks for your hard work."

Rong Zhao ate a mouthful of pumpkin and millet porridge, turned to look at Zhou Ye, and frowned slightly: "Why are you delivering rice so late, isn't there still a lot in the kitchen?"

"My family has a little cutie who loves porridge. He eats rice quickly. I specially asked someone to keep it." Zhou Ye put away his phone and picked up Rong Zhao's key. You take a shower and sleep first."

Rong Zhao took out 100 yuan from his wallet and stuffed it into Zhou Ye's arms: "It should be enough to buy rice."

"The rest of the money is not allowed to buy cigarettes, save it for grocery shopping tomorrow."

After Zhou Ye left, Rong Zhao walked to the window with the porridge bowl, looked downstairs while eating.

Zhou Ye came out of the gate of Sister Zhang's house, looked down at his phone, and walked into the alley. He turned his head to look at the second floor, saw Rong Zhao looking at him, smiled, and blew him a kiss .

Zhou Ye trotted out of the alley.He ran all the way to the main road outside Shilian Road, and stopped in front of a black Cayenne.

A young man in a black shirt came out of the car, raised his lips and smiled: "Master."

"Jiaze, you've worked hard," Zhou Ye sweated from running, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, and asked before he could catch his breath, "Where's the stuff?"

Su Jiaze is the only son of Su Zhenyang, the housekeeper of the Zhou family. He is 28 years old and the same age as Zhou Ye.

"Here, I brought it back from Germany myself." Su Jiaze opened the trunk and took out a cube box about 400 centimeters long. "Experts estimated that it would be 500 million at most, and it would not exceed 700 million if you die. The man saw that you were in a hurry, and the lion offered [-] million yuan, and you were willing to buy it."

"Thousands of money can't buy a good heart. It would be great if you can get it back." Zhou Ye opened the box, and found that it was the blue and white elephant ear vase that Feng Mingchen resold abroad. It originally belonged to the Guan family. It was originally a pair. The naughty boy smashed one, and in front of him was the only one left in the world.

The lotus pattern on the body of the bottle is exactly the same as that embroidered on the shirt sleeve of the master of the Guan family.

Su Jiaze asked more: "Are you keeping it for yourself, or giving it away?"

Zhou Ye carefully sealed the box again: "I don't understand antiques, so I gave it away."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the box: "Let's go first."

Su Jiaze called Zhou Ye to stop, returned to the car, and took out a thick leather bag: "It's not convenient to use the bank card, so I gave you some cash."

Zhou Ye raised his chin, and said in a proud tone, "No, someone is taking care of me now." After speaking, he patted his pocket, and inside was the 100 yuan Rong Zhao gave him.

"Then if you need to contact me in time, I won't tell Mr. Zhou and Mrs. Zhou." Su Jiaze had no choice but to put the money away. He looked into the alley on Shilian Road, only seeing a dilapidated alley, and couldn't help but frowned. , "You live here?"

Zhou Ye nodded: "I think this place is better than my houses."

Su Jiaze smiled and said, "Just as long as you're happy." When he smiled, he showed his white and even teeth, and he couldn't tell that he was a fast-paced person. He could sneak into the high school campus and play basketball by changing his school uniform.

Zhou Ye went home with the box in his arms. He picked up a cardboard box containing a microwave oven behind the gate yard of Sister Zhang's house, put the box in his hand, and carried it upstairs.

Rong Zhao was washing the dishes when he turned his head and saw Zhou Ye: "Next time, you don't have to fetch it yourself, the rice can be delivered to your door."

Zhou Ye put the box next to the refrigerator, picked up the original half bag of rice, put it on the box and pressed it down: "Yes, I see."

Rong Zhao washed the dishes and wiped his hands: "Do you have enough money on you?"

After speaking, he transferred 500 yuan to Zhou Ye with his mobile phone: "I can only give you so much this month."

Young master Zhou, who was taken care of, followed behind the benefactor, and said while beating the benefactor's shoulders: "I'm very cheap. I only need 200 yuan once, and you can get 500 off for three times. You can enjoy three personal services for only [-] yuan."

Rong Zhao turned his head: "Go and mop the floor."

Zhou Ye ignored Rong Zhao's ignorance, and spared no effort to promote himself while mopping the floor: "I have eight-pack abs, I can knit sweaters so my fingers are flexible, and I can play the harmonica so my tongue is also flexible."

"I can also ride a horse. You know that when you ride a horse, all the muscles in your body will be mobilized, especially the strength of your legs. They are brave and stylish..."

Rong Zhao interrupted Zhou Ye: "You should have Captain Cui's phone number, send it to me."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao: "Why are you looking for an old man in his 40s in front of me?"

Rong Zhao: "Team Cui is in charge of anti-pornography, I want to ask him to come over and clean it up."