Journey of a Thousand Miles

"It's time to test the tacit understanding of the golden combination." Mosquito shook his head sympathetically.

Qianli and Wujiu were startled.

Is this a test of understanding?

This is a test of humanity...

The two looked at each other.

"It's okay to just admit defeat now," Shura said, and looked at Wu Jiu again, "But Wu Jiu, you must hold on! Hold on!"

"...Why did you only encourage me..." Wu Jiu blushed.

"Because I want to punish him." Shura said bluntly.

"Sura, how much hatred?"

"How about it, admit defeat?" Shura asked with a smile.

"Oh, I don't know how to write the word admit defeat. Come!" Qianli aggressively raised his chopsticks, clamped one end of the potato flour, and waited for the innocent action of sitting next to him.

Wugui resignedly also clamped, as Shura said, one person bites one side, the inexplicable duel...begins.

Qianli Wuwei Wuwei aggressively bit forward, the length of the potato flour shortened rapidly, and the distance between the two of them also quickly narrowed. Seeing his face close at hand... Wu Jiu suddenly retreated and abstained.

Shura groaned angrily.

"Hahahahaha——" Qianli smiled proudly, "What did I just say?"

"The god is domineering!" 33 said.

The six people ate and drank, talked and laughed while watching the game, until the game ended one after another, approaching 10 o'clock, the soup base was almost gone, the dishes were emptied, the wine and drinks were all gone, and everyone was so overwhelmed that they didn't want to move , the lively air gradually cooled down.

In the past, for night owls such as 33, Shura, and Mosquito, 10:[-] is the beginning of nightlife, but this is not what it used to be. The professional league is both a pursuit and a burden. I want to return to those days when I can do whatever I want and have nothing to worry about , I'm afraid I'll have to wait a long time.

It is a different kind of happiness to take a break from the busy schedule and relax for a while under the lingering pressure.Today is a special day, and everyone doesn't care about whether they are on duty or not. After tidying up and cleaning together, they go back to their rooms and prepare to wash and sleep.

Wu Jiu pushed open the door, flicked the light switch, and saw a person lying on his bed carelessly.

"..." Wu Jiu walked over and patted him, "Hello."

After a long time, Qianli uttered a syllable in a low voice, "Mmm——"

"Um what, get up."

"what."

"Go back to your bed and sleep."

"Isn't this my bed?"

"this is mine."

"Strange, I obviously followed the terrain."

"Obviously, you're going the wrong way."

"Let's change another day, you sleep over there."

"No change."

"What?"

"I don't want to change."

"I can't move."

During the conversation, Qianli always maintained that lying posture, like a mummy.

"What's wrong with you?" Wu Jiu frowned, and was about to take a closer look, Qianli said again, "I'm in standby mode now, it takes a lot of energy to restart."

"...You just don't want to move."

"correct."

"Are you forcing me to make a killing move?"

"Young man, don't be so murderous."

"It's not too hard on you, get up quickly."

"Hey..." Qianli sighed, propped up his body with difficulty, sat up halfway, and stared at the air for several minutes, as if his soul had been sucked away.

"What's wrong with you?" Sitting beside him, Wu Jiu asked again.

"I feel dizzy."

Qianli's perennially pale cheeks were now burning red.

"... let you drink so much wine."

"Didn't 33 mean that RIO has almost no prescriptions..." Qianli squinted his eyes and scratched his hair.

"What combat power is 33, what combat power are you?" Wu Jiu was amused.

"Don't talk about me, you five scumbags." Qianli didn't take it seriously.

"I fight the five scum?" Wu Jiu expressed dissatisfaction, "Who is half dead now?"

"Heh," Qianli stood up staggeringly, "Who was the one who confessed to you just now?"

"..."

Just as Qianli took half a step, his arm was grabbed.

Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly lost his balance without warning, and fell heavily on the mattress on his back.

Fortunately, it's a soft bed, so it doesn't hurt...but it's very embarrassing.

In the blurred vision, the innocent face blocked the light.

So that Qianli couldn't see his expression clearly.

Time seems to stop at this moment.The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Wu Jiu leaned down, without any further hesitation, without any further retreat, and sealed his lips.

Even breathing stopped for a moment.

That feeling has been imagined countless times.

Moist, soft, and faintly scented with wine.

He even remembered the scene under the moonlit night.

However, it is not as real as it is now.

So within reach.

So addicted.

Chili is right.

He has been facing an abyss, walking on thin ice, and has been careful to ensure that he does not cross the line.

He didn't like himself like this, but he couldn't restrain that worry.

He thought he should be fearless, but it turned out that he was not as invulnerable as he imagined.

He never thought that at such a time and such a place, he would take this step.

But his body, at such a time and such a place, acted out of his control.

Maybe...it's the limit.

The air conditioner was running quietly, but for some reason, thin beads of sweat oozed from the foreheads of both of them.

Qianli felt that he had been stunned for centuries, and the thoughts that had sunk in his heart returned to his mind.

Yes, not a dream.

He opened his eyes wide, and stretched out his hand to push Wu Jiu away, but Wu Jiu clamped his wrist with such force that there was no room for him to struggle, so he could only turn his face sideways, "Wu Jiu... Let go. "

Qian Li's voice is very soft, echoing in Wu Jiu's ears, like enlightenment.

There was no anger, no yelling, no raising the volume, no strong resistance.

But he knows his innocence best and hears it clearly.

He is serious.

The picture that was still full of color in the last second seemed to be broken suddenly.

Wu Jiu let go, stood up, took two steps back, "...Sorry."

During this process, he didn't take another look at Qianli, turned around hurriedly almost in embarrassment, opened the door, and quickly closed it without looking back.

Wu Jiu didn't dare to laugh at himself until his back was leaning against the closed bathroom door.

What a stupid thing he did?

Why can't people stop themselves from being stupid?

Wu Jiu didn't turn on the light, afraid of attracting the attention of other teammates, and also afraid of exposing his uneasiness to the dazzling brightness.He squatted down, leaning against the door, sitting on the cool tiles, listening to his breathing and heartbeat quietly.

He recalled many things.From the time I can remember, childhood, youth...the day I met Qianli...the day Qianli disappeared...the day I met Qianli again...the day I saw Qianli for the first time...

The day they have a temporary common "home".

I hope for the day when the shattering is so clear.

But what is this?

Originally, he hadn't thought about getting anything.

What is this?

Why, my heart is still so uncomfortable...

Why, the pain was so painful that he could hardly bear it...

In the middle of the night, when the whole world could not hear any extra noise, Wu Jiu quietly opened the door.

The room was very, very quiet.

In the darkness, Wu Jiu could only see a group of slightly raised silhouettes piled up on Qianli's bed.

He... fell asleep.

Wu Jiu closed the door quietly again, tried not to make a sound of footsteps, walked to his bed, and climbed up lightly.

That's it.

If it is possible, can everything tonight be treated as if it didn't happen?

Like that moonlit night.

Hope it never existed in your life.

Let me keep it silently alone, that's fine.

My own, about our memories.

In the team training on Monday morning, Wu Jiu and Qian Li's performance was a mess, and even 33 and Shura felt horrible.

"Why did you go last night?" Shura asked casually during lunch.

Both of them paused for a moment.

"Could it be—" 33 stared at them suspiciously, "You went back to your room and rubbed them secretly again?"

"...33, do you think everyone is you?" Shura was speechless.

"It's nothing... I didn't sleep well." Qianli said.

"Didn't sleep well." Wugui said.

Both of them answered Shura, the point is, they spoke at the same time.

"..."

"..."

The two were silent at the same time.

"Why, insomnia is contagious?" Shura joked.

"Sura, have you never heard 33 snore at night?" Mosquito asked.

"Ah?" Shura thought for a while, "Occasionally..."

"Am I snoring again?"

"You just know that I have wanted to strangle you to death for several nights."

"Brother Mosquito, you can think clearly, you will get fucked if you go to jail."

"So, for you, it's not worth it."

"Hahahahaha-"

Several people chattered and chatted again, but they didn't know that two of them were relieved in their hearts.

There was more than one person who was sleepless last night.

When Wu Jiu came back, no matter how soft the voice was, it could be heard clearly for thousands of miles.He was lying on his side with his back facing the door, every movement of Wu Jiu seemed to be transmitted to his back through the vibration of the air, making him numb again and again.

He didn't dare to move, for fear that any sign of sleeplessness would magnify the embarrassment that had finally settled down several times.