Compete for crossing

Huo Pao has already fallen into this quagmire. Although he is a little confused in his heart, he is a stowaway after all, and his life may be doomed the moment he walks into the cabin arranged by the smuggler.

Ajie is just a passerby, he shouldn't meddle in his own business.

He watched the cannon gobbled it up shirtless, and finally told him what Master Jin had said before he finished eating.

After all, Huo Pao is young. Little Ajie is five years old, and his body metabolism is different. The deep and shallow scars no longer bleed, and the smaller openings even start to condense.

After hearing this, Huo Pao nodded, indicating that he understood.He then asked Ajie how Shanqing was doing, and whether he got the money successfully.

Ajie said yes, "I gave it to him before he started class, and he's all right."

Thinking of Shanqing, Ajie still had something to add, but seeing that Huo Pao had just regained his energy, he hesitated for a moment, and swallowed the words again.

He changed the medicine for Huan Pao, bandaged it again, and finally let Huo Pao wash his body and hair, so that when he went out in such a disheveled state, he would be looked at twice.

"I'll wash it for you, you will touch the wound yourself." Ajie said.

Huo Pao was not very embarrassed at first. He thought that he had soiled Ajie's quilt and pillow last night, and now he had to take a bath under Ajie's service, and his neck suddenly turned red.

But he couldn't hold back Ajie, Ajie seemed to be an elder brother who could lead him in front of him.So he declined for a while, and finally he obediently took off his clothes and asked Ajie to carefully pour the water from the shower on him.

That was the first time Ajie saw Cannon naked, and it was also the first time he had some thoughts that he dared not admit.

Cannon is not tall, about the same size as himself, but the muscles and beautiful lines of that body are incomparable to Ajie.

Ajie is surrounded by people like himself, clean, tidy, and meticulous.They button up the top layer like a machine, and the cuffs are never wrinkled.The pomade takes care of every strand of hair, and every stubble is carefully shaved.

But Cannon's skin is brown, darker than Ajie's. Under the black skin are tight muscles, but it seems that there is a kind of vitality of life that is desirable, and a disgusting but helpless feeling. Look away from the roughness.

When Ajie held the towel in his hand and slid across Cannon's arms, chest, thighs, and back, Ajie's ears hummed slightly.

Ajie has seen naked men, and his profession determines that he will definitely encounter this kind of thing.But it is indeed the first time to see a familiar person with a relaxed mood.

Xiao Kun's words rang in his ears again—you are the one, Ajie.

Ajie didn't admit it, but he didn't seem to be able to firmly deny it.

Especially when his hand reached the edge of the wound, the cannon made a little panting and trembling slightly, and Ajie had to turn on the exhaust fan to prevent the heat from the bathroom from making him sweat.

He didn't dare to think deeply about anything, maybe he already understood something in his heart, but as long as he thought deeply, he would never recover.

It's a pity that something happened that night. This long day changed Cannon and Ajie at the same time.

Just when they changed a set of sheets and lay on the same bed again, Cannon turned around and once again solemnly said thank you to Ajie.

Ajie said that there was nothing to thank, but he actually accepted the gratitude in his heart. After all, if his parents were still in China, he would never have the opportunity to help the artillery so many times.

His parents must let him avoid it, don't cause trouble, don't get angry.The lives of those people are cheap, even if they die, they are worthless.

A few decades ago, when they were a big country and compatriots, Ajie's behavior would be defined as righteousness and bravery, but now if they are judged by hill people, they will only feel that Ajie is willing to degenerate.

Ajie thought he could understand the truth, but it was one thing to understand it, and another thing to do it.

He thought about every time he helped the artillery, and he had to admit that if he was put in it again, he still couldn't stand by.

Ajie, like most of the hilly middle class, presents himself as indifferent and orderly, but no matter how the government defines this group of outsiders, they are real people.There are siblings, families, parents, and some even have children.

Besides—

Seeing that Ajie didn't respond too much, Cannon suddenly put his hand on Ajie's waist for some reason, and then quickly pulled it back.

At that moment, Huo Pao and Ajie were lying face to face, and Huo Pao could clearly see the almost terrified expression on Ajie's face.

The cannon's grip shocked Ajie, and at the same time caused the cannon to look away immediately, and quickly said something incomprehensible-"I'm sorry, Brother Jie."

Ajie was stunned, he wanted to explain something, but it seemed that the slight touch ignited the flame that he tried his best to suppress.

He watched Cannon's panic, heard the other party's incoherent apology, and the sudden turn of the body in a hurry, Ajie's mind went blank.

For a moment, the two fell into an extremely uncomfortable embarrassment.

The room was so quiet that one could hear the din of the barbecue stalls outside, the roar of vehicles passing by, and a thump, thump, thud, whether it was from oneself or the heartbeat of the artillery.

I don't know how long it took before Ajie stabilized his voice and said to the cannon with his back facing him - "It's okay."

It's okay, he thought too.But how could he think?He is not that kind of person.

He grew up with no sexual fantasies about men, and certainly not about women.He didn't dare, he thought it was immoral, obscene, and unsightly, so he couldn't indulge himself in doing so.

But he did have some dreams, the people in those dreams couldn't see their faces clearly, but they made him wet the sheets the next day.

Was he dreaming of a man or a woman?uncertain.The surge of guilt when he woke up engulfed him so much that he could never recall it, never dared to delve into it.

Ajie swallowed hard, trying to suppress his heartbeat and boiling blood again.But his tinnitus became extremely violent, so violent that he frowned, and his palms and back were slightly sweaty.

He was 27 years old. In the year he was 27 years old, he harbored a murderer. He met a member of the underworld. He lay on the same bed with that person, and he even expected the temperature and weight beside him.

Ajie is unforgivable.

But he couldn't control the development of the situation, because even if he could deceive himself with calmness and reason, Huo Pao was much younger and naive than him.

A few minutes later, the cannon turned around again, and he also frowned, staring fixedly at Ajie's face.

Then, he moved a little in Ajie's direction, and lightly pressed his arm on Ajie's waist again.

He closed his eyes, waiting for Ajie to push him away as if waiting for a trial.

But Ajie couldn't use his strength, he didn't dare to move.He is afraid that if he moves, he will find out the abnormality of his body, and he is afraid that intentionally or unintentionally, this step of evil will be pushed further.

So Ajie also closed his eyes.