together for a moment

Zhao Yimu poured warm water and took the medicine and sat on the side of the bed. Nick got up and looked at the big bag of medicine and smiled: "Where did you buy so many medicines? This is the concept of taking medicine as a meal?"

"Do you think it's easy to find a pharmacy here? It's even harder than going to the deep mountains to collect herbs!" Zhao Yimu broke a piece of cake for him, and he could hear worry in his reproachful tone: "I'll buy everything that's a little bit good. It didn’t cost much money to buy this big bag, so it probably won’t work. Eat the cake to rest your stomach first, and then take the medicine.”

Nick took a small bite, the biscuit was too dry to swallow for a long time in his mouth, so he just swallowed it with warm water, and said with a wry smile: "Life without appetite is black and white."

The person who is usually very interested in any street food, but now he can't eat a piece of cake with a sigh, Zhao Yimu looked at his face that had lost a circle of blood, and secretly hoped that this big bag of medicine would be effective. Tomorrow the big boy who bounces around and explores the world curiously will be able to come back out of the rivers and lakes.

He read the instructions carefully, picked out several medicines and put them on a clean piece of paper. The Indian pills were huge and colorful. They were messy, like the colors of cheap candy that he ate when he was a child.

Nick resigned himself to swallowing the pills one by one, his whole face wrinkled into a ball the moment he swallowed the pills, he became lifeless after taking the pills, he said he wanted to take a bath, and slipped into the bathroom very quickly before Zhao Yimu stopped him, The door closed with a slam, and he rinsed quickly. After washing, he was much happier, and he fell on the bed and wiped his head with the scent of chamomile.

"How do you feel now?" Zhao Yimu prepared his underwear to take a shower.

Nick rubbed his belly, it was swollen, and replied honestly: "It seems that the food has not been digested, but at least I didn't vomit."

"Rest early after drying your head, add more water to avoid dehydration." Zhao Yimu said.

Nick's phone on the bedside buzzed, and he waved his hand while answering the phone and said, "I got it, I got it, go take a shower."

Before Zhao Yimu closed the door, he heard Nick yelled obediently: "Brother..."

Is that the godfather?

Taking a bath in a cheap hotel in India is purely functional to remove dirt, and there is no enjoyment in it. Zhao Yimu also came out in less than 10 minutes, but Nick was still on the phone, with his head down, "um...um..." in response.

Nick caught a glimpse of Zhao Yimu coming out, lifted the quilt and went to the bay window to talk with his mobile phone. Zhao Yimu didn't intend to eavesdrop, but the room was so big and so quiet that he couldn't help it. Most of them seemed to be the other party talking, Nick lowered his voice He kept responding with err, and kept repeating the two sentences "how could this be?" and "what should I do now?", which sounded like nothing good. Only these two sentences arrived.

Zhao Yimu looked at Nick who was sitting in front of the bay window. The thin T-shirt covered the bony bones, and the outline of the shoulder bones and butterfly bones were exposed. Under the cold and silver moonlight, there was a sense of loneliness.

He took his coat and put it on Nick's shoulders. Nick didn't respond and continued to talk on the phone. Zhao Yimu caught a glimpse of a little sparkle in the corner of his eyes.

I don't know how long it took Zhao Yimu to lie on the bed with his eyelids almost touching. He faintly heard Nick say something like "Then book a ticket for me. I'll go back as soon as possible. Bye." He suddenly woke up and rubbed his eyes. Seeing Nick hung up the phone and still sitting on the windowsill, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Are you finished, come in and get under the quilt, it's cold outside." Zhao Yimu said.

Nick didn't move.

"What happened? It was your brother who just called?" Zhao Yimu felt that the situation was serious.

Nick suddenly coughed twice, covered his mouth, jumped off the window sill, rushed into the bathroom, and vomited violently while holding the toilet. The cake, water, and medicine he ate earlier in the evening burst out in an instant. His stomach didn't want any of these things.

Zhao Yimu stood helpless at the door, and Nick retched when he had nothing to throw up, panting with one hand against the wall.

Zhao Yimu twisted the towel and walked over to pick him up. Nick's face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. He didn't know if he vomited or for some reason.

"It seems that the Indian medicine is useless." Zhao Yimu wiped his face with a towel and asked him to rinse his mouth. "I made some electrolyte powder and didn't give it to you. The book says that you must keep replenishing water, otherwise it will be easy to dehydrate. .”

Nick nodded and fell back on the bed, as if lost in thought, Zhao Yimu gave him the prepared drink, hesitated and asked, "Did something happen?"

Nick turned a deaf ear to it, and took a sip from the cup in a daze, with a heavy expression on his face, like a light bulb that was about to die, flickering and about to go out.

"I'm tired, let's go to bed." Nick put the cup on the table and retracted under the quilt.

Zhao Yimu turned off the light and climbed into bed. It was only around ten o'clock in the evening, and there were still passers-by talking outside.

"If you don't feel well at night, tell me." Zhao Yimu said.

"Well," Nick added, stuffed under the quilt, "I'm sorry."

"Can we be polite? I still owe you my life seriously." Zhao Yimu tucked the quilt up for him, and coaxed him a few more words: "Go to bed early, maybe tomorrow will be fine if you sleep enough."

In fact, no one slept well that night.

In the middle of the night, Nick got up and went to the bathroom four or five times. After entering the bathroom, it took at least ten minutes before he came out. When he returned to the bed, he curled up and gasped in a low voice. Zhao Yimu didn't dare to sleep soundly. He was afraid that someone would faint in it, so he tremblingly raised his ears and waited for Nick to come out of the bathroom. Just hand him the electrolyte water and watch him drink it.

It was past four in the morning when Nick went to the bathroom for the last time. When he came out, Zhao Yimu handed him the electrolyte drink, and he shook his head. Sleep, I'm almost sleepy."

"Stomach still hurts? What other symptoms?" Zhao Yimu stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, it was cool and there should be no fever.

"My stomach doesn't hurt. I think it's broken. It's like a clogged sink. Things can't go down and I can only spit it out," Nick said in a tired tone, but his overall expression looked okay. "Other symptoms...just a little It's cold, I'm still sleepy."

Zhao Yimu put the water glass back on the table, turned off the light, "Try to sleep."

A quilt covered the two of them again, Zhao Yimu's toes touched Nick, and it was really cold.

"If you don't mind, you can come over for a while." Zhao Yimu tried his best to say this as ordinary as suggesting to hold an umbrella together.

"If you don't mind." Nick didn't twitch, and leaned against him, arm against arm, thigh against thigh.

"I don't mind," Zhao Yimu put his arms around him, and pulled him into his arms, "It's warmer this way."

"Hey," Nick smiled, "Don't be so tender, I'm gay, falling in love with you will be very troublesome."

Zhao Yimu's heart skipped a beat, and he followed the topic and asked, "Don't you always think I'm boring? How could you fall in love with me?" While talking, he stroked his back very gently.

"I try to avoid the troublesome things of falling in love with straight men. It hurts others and myself." Nick smiled, "But this kind of thing is hard to control. Love is sometimes an impulse and madness."

"..." Zhao Yimu was thoughtful, and it took him a long time to say, "I've never met anyone like you."

"Who am I?" Nick asked him.

"Hmm..." Zhao Yimu's chin was touching his soft hair, itching a bit, "It's nerve-wracking."

"Hey, is that a compliment?" Nick wrestled in his arms.

"Absolutely commendable," Zhao Yimu put his arms around him again, and said with a low laugh, "Nervous is very cute, I have never met such a person."

"Travel is like this, we meet for a moment from all over the world," Nick's voice was soft and low, as if he was about to fall asleep, "Honestly speaking, you are a good travel companion."

"Only 'good'?" Zhao Yimu was dissatisfied.

"Hey, don't pick, you are the only one I would like to share the bed with along the way." Nick said with a smile.

"Why?" Zhao Yimu was happy again, this kind of "only one" sounded very cool.

"I don't know. Although it was very difficult at the beginning, I didn't dare to do this. Going to the sights is like memorizing a travel book," Nick said. Getting along is all about feeling, which is my shortcoming.”

"I have never traveled like this before," Zhao Yimu said with a smile, "I used to go with a tour group. It was a waste of time if I didn't see three scenic spots in a day. If I didn't stay in a star hotel, I had to protest with the tour guide."

"Now that I have learned the skills of a backpacker, I will be able to travel around the world by myself in the future?" Nick yawned.

"Who knows what will happen in the future?" Zhao Yimu suddenly thought of returning to reality after returning to China, and was a little panicked. After a while of silence, he asked again: "Did you say you would return to China as soon as possible when you talked on the phone today? Did something happen?" Squeezing the back of his neck is like stroking a cat.

"Hmm..." Nick dragged his voice for a long time before replying vaguely, "something happened at home, we have to go back and deal with it."

"Your godfather notified you? He knows your family very well?" Zhao Yimu tightened his arms, compressing the gap between the two.

"...We grew up together, of course we are familiar." Nick hummed twice in his warm embrace.

"Then can we still be friends after returning to China?" Zhao Yimu asked.

Nick didn't answer, Zhao Yimu waited for a while, and heard his breathing gradually slowed down, probably fell asleep, and the question was not answered.

Zhao Yimu hugged him, very tired but reluctant to sleep, the sound of Nick's heartbeat and breathing rose and fell in front of his chest, people say that the night before dawn is the darkest, everything is silent, the sky and the earth are silent, the stars have already set and the sun has not yet risen.

Suitable for secretly doing some deviant behavior.

He kissed Nick's brow between the forehead, and then kissed along the sideburns and ears, all the way from the ridge line of the jaw to the corner of the lips, his heart fluttered and shrank in his chest, his mind was divided, he wanted to restrain himself, and he wanted to indulge .

He couldn't pretend to be as calm as water.

He can say that he came all the way to Varanasi because he wanted to see the holy river, that he chose a room with a double bed because it was cheap, and that he hugged each other for warmth. .

Love is impulsive and crazy, so it is.

Nick must be really tired and slept very deeply. Zhao Yimu's series of light kisses and pecks just now didn't wake him up, and he didn't even frown. The person in his arms, Zhao Yimu caressed Nick's face lightly, and rubbed his thumb between the ups and downs of the outline, starting from the thick ink-like eyebrows, then the tall and gathered nose, and finally the thin lips, He thinks of Nick's smile, it's hard to describe, but every time he sees it, his heart warms up, and it always makes him want to be happy together.

Zhao Yimu swallowed his saliva, desire/desire rolling in his throat.

He started kissing from the beginning again, between the forehead, between the eyebrows, the sideburns, the sides of the ears, the tip of the nose, the peak of the lips, the chin, and again, again, the emotion became stronger and stronger, the surroundings were quiet and the sky was not clear, nothing could disturb him, he Kissing gently over and over again, and then striding closer to the neck, he could feel the blood flowing under the thin skin, the touch was as smooth and tender as imagined, he thought he was crazy, but he didn't want to stop.

Zhao Yimu tightened his arms and hugged Nick tightly, rubbing his palms behind his back, the kiss became more and more presumptuous, his thoughts and rationality were both disconnected, he didn't even know when he started to have such evil thoughts, the devil was in his heart I lived there for a long time, and once I was released, I would kill my conscience.

Nick finally raised his brows in a non-disturbing manner, grunted twice, barely opened his eyelids, and said softly, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Yimu's chest was pounding, he didn't want to apologize or pretend nothing happened, he brushed the broken hair on Nick's forehead, kissed him, smiled and said, "Hey, do you want to go crazy with me? "

Nick still frowned, his eyes were cloudy and confused, he didn't know if he was clear enough to understand, after a while his eyelids couldn't hold back, he closed his eyes tiredly and rubbed against his arms, sighing comfortably: "Let's I'll sleep again"

"Okay" Zhao Yimu folded his arms and hugged him tightly, we will go crazy together when we are full of sleep.

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That... you should be able to tell who is attacking and who is suffering, right?