[Xue Xiao colleagues] Spring is late

5: Fighting like two forgetting

The person who spoke was dressed in a red dress, and he was quite old. He should be the shopkeeper in charge of the building. Hearing Xiao Xingchen's question, he covered his mouth with a cold snort and disdain: "Him? He only comes here Once my customers were scared away, if I come here often, I can still do it? Who knows what kind of trouble he has, in the past, there were bold girls here, and I wanted to invite him to play, but the clothes didn’t touch him , kicked him into the pond, almost died in the cold winter months, you hurried up to take him away, drunk, you don’t know if the girl in my house was beaten to death by him.”

When Xiao Xingchen heard that there were people in the room, he didn't know whether he was worried that he would kill more people, or that he would do more things, so he hurriedly passed a few people up the stairs. The stairs were not too long, and he walked quickly. Very quickly, as soon as I stepped on the last step, I heard Xue Yang's furious voice from a distance: "Who said you are very fragrant? Stay away from me, the smell is so bad, wait until I catch the person who lied to me, look at me!" Don't tear him apart!"

"You are very brave, dare to touch my flagon? Do you want to die..."

There was a ding ding dong dong thump in the room, and then there was a burst of crying: "Xue... Mr. Xue is not sympathetic at all, I just want to pour you wine.

"Bah, what kind of fragrance are you, have you been soaked in sweet-scented osmanthus... ah choke... oil? You choked to death, don't come here."

"Young Master Xue doesn't want to sleep with someone, and he doesn't allow him to pour wine, so what are you doing in this gentle town?"

There was a moment of silence, and Zhang Yang's voice lowered: "Me? Let me see if it's a woman's beauty or a man's beauty."

The crying sound stopped, as if he couldn't help laughing, Jiao Didi said: "For Mr. Xue, no matter how beautiful a man is, he can only appreciate it. How can a woman hug him comfortably? Are you right? ? Why don't you hug me and try?"

There was a loud bang, followed by the sound of the stool falling to the ground, and the male voice became irritable again: "What's right, it's very comfortable to hold a man."

At this point, Xiao Xingchen would be stupid if he couldn't understand what it meant. Xue Yang would actually feel comfortable hugging a man?It was unbelievable, since he had never been to a brothel, he could only have been to a small brothel.Of course, Xiao Xingchen would definitely not think of himself. Xue Yang hates him. He has said this several times in person. Naturally, he would not think that Xue Yang ran over to ask for confirmation because he hugged him last night. .

He listened for a while, and it seemed that there was no one injured or unknown in the room except for crying and smashing, so there was really no need for him to go in to make people uncomfortable. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and planned to go downstairs. The steps on the first floor were only on one side, and suddenly a pink shadow flew out of the window, followed by an earth-shattering scream, and the shadow hit the ground and remained motionless.

Xiao Xingchen's expression changed, and before he had time to see if the people on the ground were alive or dead, he twisted his body and pushed the door and shouted hastily, "Xue Yang, what are you going to do?"

Xue Yang turned his head suddenly, half of his face was wiped with his hand, half of his face was smeared with lipstick, and his face seemed to have been painted with bright blush. He was shocked when he saw Xiao Xingchen, and then turned his head She plunged into the person's arms, and cried aggrievedly: "Xiao Xingchen, they kissed me!"

Xiao Xingchen froze like a statue, raised his hand again and again, and finally patted Xue Yang's back, stroking it gently, as if coaxing a four or five-year-old child. At this moment, Xue Yang finally Ken opened his mouth to call his name, but he didn't want to be on such an occasion, such an embarrassing situation that made him want to escape.

With Xue Yang throwing it like this, the remaining three women in the room didn't dare to show their anger, and hid in the corner tremblingly, crying and begging for mercy: "Dao... Daoist, we didn't do it, Feifei has already been beaten up by him and thrown away." Go down, no...don't kill us."

Why did he ever want to kill someone?It was just a little unhappy, Xiao Xingchen angrily withdrew his gaze from those people, frowned and stared at Xue Yang's side face, stretched out his hand and rubbed the sudden red spot on it, and only wiped off that piece of skin. Jing was flushed again, and then he let out a long breath: "I'm really sorry for disturbing everyone. The kid in the family messes up when he drinks, so I'll take him back."

The wind at night was very cool, the moonlight was cold and clear, sometimes it was covered by clouds tightly, after struggling for a long time, it was only in vain to reveal a sharp corner, Xiao Xingchen led the aggrieved person downstairs, suddenly felt a little cold , this coldness floated on his surface, and followed the fragility of a certain place through his whole body, refusing to bow his head and stop for a moment.Xue Yang didn't know how much wine he drank, the smell of wine was mixed with the annoying fragrance of powder, it smelled extremely bad, but he was really good at drinking, not to mention he didn't fall down, he was a little sober after being blown by the wind But just so awake, he shook off Xiao Xingchen's hand, and refused to go any further.

Under the pale moonlight, Xiao Xingchen could see clearly, Xue Yang slowly wiped the hand he held on his clothes one by one, in the end getting faster and harder, hastily Breathing, the skin on his hands almost rubbed off against his clothes.

It turned out that he hated his touch so much when he was awake, he should be angry, he should be very sad, but Xiao Xingchen looked at his panicked expression and felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing inside, no matter what He couldn't fill it all up, besides the emptiness, there was also a boundless blankness. What was the reason that made Xue Yang forcefully reject him, dismiss him, and avoid him?

Xiao Xingchen stretched out his hand, covering half of his palm with his snow-white sleeve, and tentatively approached Xue Yang again. Suddenly, he remembered that before Xue Yang died, Jin Guangyao had assisted him in using the soul-replenishing technique. At that time, it was probably not only his own soul that dispersed, but even all his memories were sealed away.

Regardless of Xue Yang's resistance, he held the hand he had held in his palm again, and asked cautiously, "Xue Yang, do you really not remember me?"

Xue Yang seemed to be puzzled, and slightly raised his head to see that he was silent, the fingers caught in the palm of his hand were shaking uncontrollably.

Xiao Xingchen understood it, and said again, "A Yang."

As expected, Xue Yang's eyes widened, he pushed the man violently and roared, "I told you not to call me that!"

Xiao Xingchen pressed on step by step, persistently said: "Why don't you let me go?"

Even Xue Yang's expression became unbearable: "Who are you to me? You just call me so intimately. You don't feel sick, but I do."

Disgusting?Could it be that he once said that he was too disgusting, so he kept it in his heart, and even if he went back in time and never met again, he suddenly remembered it in his heart?It also turns out that this word is used by others on oneself, which is really annoying and unacceptable.

Xiao Xingchen rubbed his fingertips, dragged the stumbling man for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "You are my former... little friend, and you are also me..."

But there was only the quiet wind blowing behind him, there was no response, and there was no mockery. He turned around in a daze, and Xue Yang had fallen asleep standing up, with his head tilted, his high ponytail hanging obliquely over his shoulders, and his long and curled eyelashes. To cover up a secret that Xiao Xingchen can't get no matter how hard he explores.

How can such a carefree person be good now?Or is the one as sweet as the sugar man better?Anyway, he never killed anyone, never made a mistake, so why not let him come and go like this, just leave him forever, he pursues his life's happiness, and he still punishes rape and demons with his friends, until one day he establishes a sword in his heart that is different from other famous families. The Zongmen faction no longer needs to be moved by inexplicable thoughts, and no longer needs to be haunted by dreams.

I am hesitant to stay or not, but my heart is filled with an unknown melancholy. It turns out that even if I am alive, I am just being ignored by those who care about it. It is such a torment.

After dragging and dragging to the south of the city, it was already the climax of the moon, and the shadows of the two of them appeared and disappeared under the moonlight. Xue Yang was staggered by him, but his eyes were still closed. I don't know if he was really sleepy or just pretending. .

The yard is quiet, a piece of quiet moonlight, white and faint, somehow a little panicked, it is too quiet, as if there are always some ghosts and monsters hiding in invisible places waiting for an opportunity, and then take the opportunity to break this rare place. of tranquility.

Dragging people into the room and throwing them on the bed, Xue Yang rolled over from the bed again, half-opened his eyes and yelled, "I stink, I was touched by someone, I want to take a bath..."

Xiao Xingchen's hand that was about to undress him stopped in mid-air, and he paused for a long time before turning his head to boil hot water. When the stove was crackling and burning, he stared at his hand motionless in a daze, wondering if it was Because I touched him, he had to wash it thoroughly, and he didn't want to stain even a little bit of himself.

The bathtub is easy to find, and it is placed not far behind the bed. It has been mixed with water and cleaned up. When he went to call for someone, Xue Yang had already fallen asleep lying on the footrest. He looked quite harmless, covered by his bangs. Half of his face was covered, and the other half was illuminated by the unextinguished fire in the stove like jade and clouds, clear and transparent.

Do you want to take him to take a bath?Xiao Xingchen hesitated for a long time, but finally felt that his body smelled too heavy of powder and makeup. He might even pollute the bedding after such a sleep, so he struggled needlessly, and resigned himself to helping him take off his clothes and throw him into the bathtub.

Xiao Xingchen kept reassuring himself that he had never taken it off before. He had done this countless times when he was healing his wounds and washing his hair. It was just that he couldn't see it back then. What's the difference from now? With eyes closed, he held the towel and rubbed it back and forth on Xue Yang's body, exerting a lot of strength, as if to thoroughly wash away the smell of others on him, and also as if to vent the pent-up and irresolvable anger after finding him.

After taking a shower, wringing out his hair, and carrying him to the bed, Xiao Xingchen was already sweating thinly from exhaustion, and didn't want to move anymore. He stuffed Xue Yang into the quilt, and didn't even bother to put his clothes on. Sitting blankly on the head of the bed all night.

At dawn, he seemed to be asleep, and he vaguely heard someone mutter something to Xiao Xingchen, but his eyes were very tired and heavy, and he didn't even want to move his legs into his arms, Xiao Xingchen moved. Rubbing his stiff and sore neck, he wondered if he had a dream about Xue Yang, that's why he heard Xue Yang calling his name sweetly with a smile.