spirits in throat

Rong Zhao held the Band-Aid in front of Xiao Qian's eyes: "Didn't you buy this?"

"No," Xiao Qian said puzzled, "By the way, did the team send out Band-Aids and I stared at you? Is there any necessary connection between the two?"

Rong Zhao looked down at the light blue Band-Aid in his hand, moved aside, and made way for Xiao Qian: "It's okay, you go in."

Xiao Qian scratched the back of his head suspiciously: "Actually, I also think it's strange. In the past, we gave some shampoo, shower gel, cooking oil and so on when we gave benefits. This is the first time we have given Band-Aids."

Rong Zhao returned to the office, sat on the seat, tore off the package, and pasted it on the small cut on the ring finger of his left hand.Others find it inexplicable to distribute Band-Aids, but he finds it practical and timely, which could not be better.

Soon it was time to get off work, Zhou Ye came out of the captain's office, and Bai Xudong walked over: "Go to my house for dinner tonight, and I will clean up the second bedroom for you later, if you have no place to live, you can go to my place."

Zhou Ye put one hand in his pocket and hugged Bai Xudong's neck with the other. He smiled and said in a low voice, "I'll take you to a fun place."

Bai Xudong turned to look at Zhou Ye. This person was obviously smiling, but he felt that he was not happy, so he decided to risk his life to accompany Jun: "Okay, where do you want to go, I will go with you."

Zhou Ye hooked his lower lip: "RainbowCandy, are you going?"

Bai Xudong struggled to translate with his poor English vocabulary for a while: "Candy, candy, where is it, a store that sells candy, do you want to buy candy?"

Zhou Ye patted the back of Bai Xudong's head: "Rainbow, rainbow."

Bai Xudong: "You want to buy Skittles."

Zhou Ye saw that Bai Xudong was struggling to comprehend, and said directly: "Gay, drink, go or not."

Bai Xudong took Zhou Ye's arm off his shoulder. As a straight man, he was really incapable of accepting that kind of place: "I won't go."

"Go to Forensic Doctor Wu."

Zhou Ye leaned against the table and called Wu Hao, but Wu Hao had to work overtime today.

Bai Xudong said to Zhou Ye: "Then if you go by yourself, don't drink too much wine, you may be drugged in any glass of wine."

Zhou Ye waved his hands: "No one can give me medicine unless I want to."

Bai Xudong said in a low voice, "You can't do it if you want to. If you get infected, you won't have time to cry later. You are a policeman, so you should know it better than anyone else. I don't need to say more."

"Forget it, I'll go with you."

"Farewell, you better not go," Zhou Ye continued, "You are standing next to me with a stinky face, who dares to come and ask me for a drink."

"It's not that I haven't been there, and I'm not a child, so why don't you worry about it?"

Bai Xudong looked at Zhou Ye and frowned slightly: "Today is different, you are not in the right shape today. I'm afraid something will happen."

Zhou Ye didn't take Bai Xudong with him in the end. He felt that this person's mother-in-law was not happy, and he was afraid that he would not even let him drink, and bringing him with him would only spoil the fun.

Rong Zhao returned home, as before, took a shower and lay down on the bed and opened "Dream of Red Mansions".

After reading it for a long time, I didn't read a single word, and the hypnotic effect didn't appear, but the more I read it, the more irritable I became. In a fit of anger, I threw the book out of my hand, changed my clothes and went out.

Sister Zhang was chatting with a few housewives under the eaves, when she heard a "bang" from upstairs, she hurried upstairs to have a look.

"Xiao Rong, what happened just now?" Sister Zhang was at the stairs and saw Rong Zhao coming down the stairs, "Did you drop something again?"

With a sullen face, Rong Zhao walked out across the yard without wanting to say a word.

Sister Zhang whispered in the back: "Every day, if the floor of my house is broken, it is better to lose money or not."

Rong Zhao didn't know where that Rainbow Candy was, and he couldn't find it on his phone.He called Wang Xiaoming and asked Wang Xiaoming to locate Zhou Ye's mobile phone number.

Wang Xiaoming was a man of integrity, he sold Zhou Ye without hesitation, and sent Zhou Ye's location within 2 minutes.

When Rong Zhao arrived, the bar didn't look conspicuous at all from the outside, even the English words RainbowCandy on the signboard were spelled out with faintly glowing iron wires, so you couldn't see it unless you looked carefully.

Rong Zhao stood at the door of the bar, and behind him came a man dressed up in leggings and wearing blue nail polish, with a girly voice: "Handsome guy, alone?"

Rong Zhao turned his head and glanced at him, and was scared by the pungent perfume smell on the other person, took a step back, and said two words coldly: "Look for someone."

The blue nail polish looked at Rong Zhao, thinking that this person didn't seem to be looking for someone, but rather to kill someone.This kind of irritable style is actually very attractive, and it must be very fierce on the bed.

The blue nail polish smiled ambiguously: "Everyone who comes here must be looking for someone."

"Your first time here?"

Rong Zhao nodded, knowing that this person is gay, basically everyone who comes here is gay, it is said that even the waiters are gay, except that he himself is not gay.

"Then I'll take you in." After the blue nail polish finished speaking, she was about to grab Rong Zhao's arm, but Rong Zhao dodged it.

"No, I'll go in by myself."

The blue nail polish looked at the overly stern man in front of him with interest: "You are 1, you must be 1."

Rong Zhao didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, nothing seemed right.Shaking his head means that he is not 1, if it is not 1, it is definitely 0, and nodding means that he is gay.

The blue nail polish saw that Rong Zhao ignored him, so he had no choice but to walk into the bar by himself.

Rong Zhao stood at the door for a while, watching the lights of various colors flickering through the crack of the door, getting more and more anxious.

He knows Zhou Ye, he is passionate and brave, nothing can defeat him, unless he believes that he is really sick and disgusted with him.

He felt that he shouldn't rush over impulsively.

But he still came.

Rong Zhao leaned against the wooden fence outside, touched his pocket, he suddenly wanted to smoke.

Under the dazzling and blurred light, Zhou Ye was sitting on a high chair in the corner, with a glass of dark blue cocktail in front of his eyes.

He used to like coming to this bar very much, not because he wanted to have fun or to find excitement, but because the people here were just like him, they were all gay.

This makes him feel very safe, everyone is equal, and no one will feel disgusted by the other.

He usually openly discloses his sexual orientation in the city bureau, and even takes the initiative to give candies to the girls.In fact, he is not so generous and frank, but he is just covering up the uneasiness in his heart.

He lowered his head and played with a cigarette on his fingertips, trying to throw it away countless times.

It was the one that Lin Hongze sent to Rong Zhao.

Zhou Ye took a sip of the wine, and a pungent smell rolled into his throat. This kind of taste is actually uncomfortable, but only when he is stimulated like this, can he know that he is alive.

Sip after sip of strong wine, no matter how good his drinking capacity is, he will soon be drunk.

A man who had been staring at Zhou Ye for a long time went over to pay the bill, and helped him to the back door.

It was the first time Rong Zhao came to the bar, and his ears hurt from the noise. He looked around, but Zhou Ye was still nowhere to be seen.

Seeing Rong Zhao, the blue nail polish waved to him enthusiastically: "Handsome guy, here."

Rong Zhao walked over and asked directly, "Have you ever seen a man in a white shirt?"

The blue nail polish laughed: "Five out of ten here are wearing white shirts. Which one are you looking for? Do you have any other characteristics?"

Rong Zhao: "Tall and handsome."

The blue nail polish turned around and walked to the bar, asked the bartender to mix a glass of wine for Rong Zhao, and then continued: "Being handsome is a very vague concept, you have to be more concrete."

Rong Zhao tried to describe Zhou Ye's appearance, but found that he couldn't speak a word, and his throat felt astringent when he opened his mouth.

He continued to walk into the crowd, glanced at everyone in the bar, looked around and turned back to the blue nail polish.

Nail Polish handed him a glass of freshly mixed wine, and smiled ambiguously: "Maybe you can go to the back door of the bar. Many people who are drunk or pretend to be drunk like to go there."

Rong Zhao didn't understand why someone would pretend to be drunk and go to the back door.

Without asking any further questions, he dropped his wine glass and walked towards the back door.

Compared with the interior of the bar, which is full of feasting, drinking, green and neon lights, the back door has a completely different atmosphere. The lights here are very dim, and there is a deep and long alley behind it.

Rong Zhao walked out the door, and there were two men kissing standing by the wall. They kissed fiercely, ignoring everything around them.

Walking a few steps forward, I saw two hugging each other and chewing on each other.

Rong Zhao felt that it was impossible for Zhou Ye to appear here, so he turned around and prepared to go back to the bar.

"Rong Rong~~" A low murmur came from the alley on the other side of the back door, Rong Zhao paused, his fingers tightly grasping the door handle.

"Rong Rong~~" Another murmur came over, the tone was low and deep, with a gentle ending, it went straight into Rong Zhao's ears, making his heart ache.

Rong Zhao turned around and walked forward following the sound.

Under the dim light, two tall figures were stacked together. Zhou Ye was leaning against the wall, and a man stood in front of him. He held the man's face in his hands and kept calling his name.

The man in Zhou Ye's arms obviously had ulterior motives, coaxing him, "I'm Rong Rong, and I'm here." As he spoke, he was about to untie Zhou Ye's shirt.

Zhou Ye was already drunk and unconscious, his eyes were slightly squinted, he looked at the person in front of him with a smile, pinched the other person's chin, tilted his head slightly, and was about to kiss him.

Rong Zhao clenched his fists and walked forward quickly, the anger in his eyes almost burned the whole alley.

There was no unexpected kiss, Zhou Ye pushed the person in front of him away, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "You are not him, he will never be so active."

Rong Zhao stopped where he was, looked at Zhou Ye from a distance of four or five meters, and heard him continue to say, "He thinks I'm disgusting, so why would he take the initiative?"

Drunkenness made his voice sound nasal, making the listener feel that he was extremely wronged.

The man who was pushed down got up from the ground, leaned over again without giving up, hugged Zhou Ye's neck and was about to slap his mouth.

Rong Zhao kicked the man aside, looked at him sullenly, and growled in a low voice, "Get lost."

The man looked at Rong Zhao, who was extremely powerful and full of hostility, which he could not handle, so after weighing it, he turned and ran away.

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Zhou Ye, stretched out his hand and grabbed the other man's neckline tightly, and pressed him hard against the wall, but after pressing him, he didn't know what he was going to do, or what he had to do.

Zhou Ye was pressed against the wall with great force, his back hurt, his body resisted instinctively, he clenched his fist and threw it at Rong Zhao.

Rong Zhao was punched in the lower abdomen. He was already full of displeasure, but this time all the anger in his body was aroused. He hugged Zhou Ye's neck and fell to the ground.

Zhou Ye was so drunk that he couldn't get up after being thrown to the ground.

Rong Zhao sat on Zhou Ye's waist and rubbed his stomach that was hurt by Zhou Ye's beating. The pain made his nose sweat.

I feel a stomachache, and I feel even more wronged.

In the past, Zhou Yan hurt him very much, and never wanted to really beat him. He spoke softly.

But what right did he have to feel wronged? He was a sinner and deserved to be beaten.

Rong Zhao thought that he wanted Zhou Ye to live a better life. He once hoped that he would be happy and live a long life for the rest of his life.

But when he saw him hugging another man, he didn't want him to be happy at all. He hoped that he would die alone, let him die alone.

Rong Zhao looked down at the person on the ground, staring closely at the other's hands, the more he looked at them, the more disgusted he felt, and he even wanted to take an ax to chop off those hands.

The hands touched other people's faces, which made him very unhappy.He knew that this emotion shouldn't be, but the harder he tried to control it, the more irritable he became.

He was caught between wishing him happiness for the rest of his life and cursing him for being alone, and the two forces pulled at each other, almost tearing his body in two.

Rong Zhao took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from Zhou Ye's pocket.

He sat on Zhou Ye's waist again, lit a cigarette like he usually did, and tried to take a puff in his mouth.

The first mouthful made me cough and my throat was hot, and the second mouthful didn't get any better.After inhaling half of it, my head started to feel dizzy, as if I was drunk.

This taste is not pleasant at all.

"Rong Rong~~" The drunk man closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice, so soft that he could hardly hear it in the night, "Don't drive me away."

Rong Zhao looked down at Zhou Ye, stretched out his hand and stroked his hair, seeing the pained look on the face of the person in front of him, he could only keep telling himself that he didn't regret killing someone, he didn't regret it at all.

After a while, Rong Zhao got up, threw the remaining half of a cigarette into the trash can beside him, turned around and dragged Zhou Ye up from the ground, and helped him walk out of the alley.

Half an hour later, Bai Xudong opened the door, calmly took the drunk Zhou Ye from Rong Zhao's hand, frowned and said, "Why do you drink like this?"

"There are slippers on the shoe rack, you can take care of yourself."

Rong Zhao stood at the door, watching Bai Xudong put Zhou Ye on the sofa: "I won't go in, don't say I've been here." After speaking, he took out a taxi from his pocket and stuffed it into Bai Xudong, then turned and left up.

Early the next morning, Zhou Ye sat up from the bed, turned his head to look, and recognized Bai Xu's family.

He lay down again, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Her back was so sore, as if she had just experienced a carefree sexual affair with Linlin, and also as if she had been severely beaten by someone.

Dreaming about Rong Zhao, he didn't seem very happy, he actually smoked like others.

"Dongzi." As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was extremely hoarse, and his throat was sore, as if he had been stabbed by a poisonous needle.

Bai Xudong opened the door and came in: "Are you awake?"

Zhou Ye sat up and rubbed his sore neck: "Did you go to the bar to find me last night?"

Thinking of Rong Zhao's advice, Bai Xudong nodded, "Well, you drank too much, and I brought you home." In his heart, he was toward Zhou Ye, and he also knew that Rong Zhao was not a simple person. It's better to separate.

"Did you beat me?" Zhou Ye got off the bed, lifted his vest, and pointed to his lower back, "I'm so sore, why are you beating me?"

Bai Xudong was in distress, and couldn't imagine what Rong Zhao had done to Zhou Ye, so he changed the subject and said, "Get up quickly, breakfast is ready."

Zhou Ye took a shower and sat in front of the dining table, looking at the various breakfasts on the table: "This egg pancake, why do you put so many peppers, and this porridge, what chicken porridge do you buy early in the morning, it is not easy to digest. "

Bai Xudong looked at Zhou Ye as if he had seen a ghost: "When did you become like this, you were not like this before, you didn't maintain your health like this before."

After finishing speaking, he pushed a bowl of chicken porridge in front of his eyes: "If you like it, you can eat it or not."

Bai Xudong said while eating: "The second bedroom is the one you slept in just now. I can live in it for you. Let me know when you move, and I will drive to help you move it."

Zhou Ye's eyes were full of disgust: "I don't live here, your bed is too hard, chrome man. The living room is not as big as my bathroom, and the bathroom doesn't even have a bathtub, and the toilet is not thermostatically automatic."

Bai Xudong looked at Zhou Ye: "Two questions, first, put aside the script of the wealthy young master first. Second, didn't you live in Rong Zhao's place before? His side is a small bungalow in a village in the city. I will break it down here." It's better than his side, too."

Speaking of this, Bai Xudong realized something and didn't continue talking.

He could see that if Zhou Ye wasn't looking for a comfortable living environment, he must be looking for people.

Zhou Ye's pictures are of Rong Zhao's people, and it has nothing to do with where he lives.

Bai Xudong glanced at Zhou Ye, why hadn't he noticed before that this slob turned out to be a lover.

After breakfast, Zhou Ye took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened the pack and looked through it: "You stole my cigarette." His cigarette was gone.

Bai Xudong felt puzzled: "Am I that poor? I can't even afford cigarettes, and I have to steal yours."

Zhou Ye leaned against the kitchen door, fixed his eyes on Bai Xudong, afraid to miss the slightest expression on the other side: "It wasn't you who sent me back last night."