The thing that defeats you in rebirth is not the distance but five years

Things are always developing in unpredictable places. In many cases, you have no way to know where your relationship has developed.

We traveled together for three months, if it wasn't for that kiss, Su Mo would never know what kind of feelings he has for Zhang Ze.

The plane was very quiet, and at night, Su Mo couldn't eat the dinner at the airport. During the past few months of traveling, food has always been a heart attack for him.Everyone was resting, Su Mo recalled the kiss just now, Zhang Ze's lips were lightly pressed against his own.

I just don't know if I have blushed and heartbeat?He has no way to guess, he just has the aftertaste of that surging feeling.

Su Mo looked back at Zhang Ze. He was lying flat on the chair with his eyes closed, his cheeks were flushed, and his skin was already brown due to the rash, but there was still that unruly look on his face, like When I saw him for the first time, I was still so cold and aloof.

"Don't look at me, sleep." Zhang Ze closed his eyes and moved his mouth slightly.

Su Mo immediately looked away, turned over, turned to the other side, and closed his eyes.

Zhang Ze turned his eyes, looked at Su Mo who was already on his side, turned his body too, and fell asleep on the same side.

"Su Mo, Su Mo, Su Mo." Zhang Ze shook Su Mo vigorously. The stewardess had told him to fasten his seat belt, and the plane was about to land, but just like the previous time, Su Mo remained unconscious. The second time, Zhang Ze seemed less flustered than before.

But there is no fire, what should we do?Zhang Ze thought to himself, he took Su Mo's hand to his mouth, and tried to bite, but Su Mo didn't respond, so he bit hard again, still no response.

Zhang Ze frowned, what should he do?He looked at Su Mo sleeping soundly, so peaceful and well-behaved, he couldn't bear to bite any more.

Zhang Ze got up and went to the rest area to ask the stewardess for help. He needed to find the fire.

"Hello, my friend has narcolepsy and he needs fire to wake up." After explaining for a long time, Zhang Ze could only use narcolepsy to describe Su Mo's condition.

"Fire? Fire is prohibited on planes. We cannot satisfy your request." The stewardess looked disbelieving. In her heart, what did she think this Asian was going to do?Is it possible to blow up the machine?

"But my friend can't get off the plane alone." Zhang Ze also guessed that there should be no fire on the plane, so as long as they agree that Su Mo can get off the plane by himself.

"We can help you, carry him off the plane." The stewardess used this word, and Zhang Ze translated it as hugging, but it could also be translated as carrying, or lifting.

When he returned to his seat, the plane was really about to land. Zhang Ze fastened the safety strap on Su Mo, and shook it again, but there was still no rhythm to wake up.After the safety shutdown, Zhang Ze slowly picked up Su Mo and got out of the cabin.

In the lounge of the waiting room, Zhang Zecai got the lighter from the stewardess. He pointed the fire at Su Mo's palm and burned it. After a while, Su Mo woke up with a start. When he woke up, he saw that he had got off the plane. The stewardess also believed Zhang Ze was not in danger, so he left the lounge.

"Why are you unconscious again?" Zhang Ze wondered why Su Mo was unconscious again.

"Have you ever had the same dream?" Su Mo asked Zhang Ze back. The dream in this coma was exactly the same as the last one. This time it was clearer and more real. He was once trapped in the dream and couldn't get out.

"No." Zhang Ze looked at Su Mo. He was sweating profusely, and he must have encountered a terrible encounter in his dream.

"I have." Su Mo raised his head and wiped off his sweat. No one would believe such a thing.

The two were silent for a while, until they were almost in good condition, then they came out of the airport and went to the hotel.

The night in Brazil is more lively than the red light district anywhere. Walking through any street, you think you are in a red light district. All behaviors in a free country are free. They don’t like to work, they don’t like to go to work, they never Don't pursue hard work and success, just enjoy the present and live in the present.

I don't know how many "red light districts" I walked, before Su Mo saw a secluded small villa. Zhang Ze told himself: This is the homestay he booked, and the online rating is very high.

It was pitch black at night, and Su Mo didn't bother to observe the environment around the house, and he couldn't see it at all. There were no street lights here, only a small light in front of the house. He took his luggage out of the car and rented a car. It has become a basic skill for self-driving travel, and it is no exception in Brazil.

Entering the house, the living room is not as big as imagined, but the building material is not cement or red brick, but stone. The solid and tall walls and stone walls with carved beams and paintings make you feel that this is a small church. Its roof is extremely high, from On the first floor, you can see the top of the highest building, and the stairs are winding straight up.

Not to mention, there is really a portrait of Jesus on the wall on the right side of the house, which is a classic portrait of Jesus being crucified.

Su Mo was led up the stairs by Zhang Ze, who said, "We live on the top floor."

Su Mo nodded, and said yes, Zhang Ze likes to live on the top floor very much. After getting along for so long, Zhang Ze would ask to live on the top floor whenever he arrives in the hotel unless the reservation is over. Su Mo asked him why he likes to live on the top floor so much, he said : "Comfortable and comfortable." After being with someone for a long time, Su Mo also became fond of the comfort and comfort of going to the top floor.

The scorching sun had already filled the whole room, and after a night of jet lag, Su Mo finally opened his eyes, but everything was still dark. He tried to get up from the bed to look at the new city.

A colorful seaside town is located right in front of my eyes. Rows of houses of various colors stand tall on this hill. The houses are high and low, the roads are winding and colorful, and they look messy but colorful. Hemei, here, overlooking the entire seaside town, Su Mo picked up the camera, Kakaka took pictures.

"Are you awake?" Zhang Ze rubbed his eyes, he stretched a lot, Su Mo was taking pictures outside the window, when he heard the shutter sound, he suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

"Come here quickly, it's so beautiful." Su Mo said to Zhang Ze while looking at the camera.

"What's so beautiful?" Zhang Ze wrapped the towel around his body and walked to Su Mo's side. He pulled the curtains a little to the side. Su Mo bent over to take pictures, and he couldn't touch Su Mo.

Zhang Ze saw the blue ocean in the distance, a group of birds like seagulls circling, and a seaside town with no end in sight. The houses are extremely exquisite and beautiful, and there are no stereotyped high-rise buildings, no towering and scary super There are only fresh and unique small western-style buildings in the building.

"It's so beautiful!" Zhang Ze put his arms around Su Mo's waist, leaned himself against his back, and pulled Su Mo into his arms.

Su Mo took pictures of the group of mockingbirds flying around, and suddenly felt that there were hands on his back. These hands pushed forward, bypassed his chest, and his back was close to Zhang Ze's chest. .

"I'm hungry." Su Mo pulled Zhang Ze's hands away from his body, took the camera and sat on the sofa. He looked at the photos in the camera and was checking them one by one.

Zhang Ze was on the big glass of the window, lowered his head sternly, watching his feet slipping on the ground: "Then go eat." Zhang Ze said in a low voice, but it could only be him You can hear it yourself.

"Slums, no, it's too dangerous." At the dinner table, Zhang Ze was holding an atlas and shaking his head while drinking porridge. Zhang Ze meant to go diving today, but Su Mo insisted on going to the slums.

"The weather forecast says it will rain today, so it's not suitable for diving." Su Mo took out his phone and showed Zhang Ze the weather forecast. From Su Mo's point of view, why not go diving to Christian?Here he just wants to see unique places.

"So you must go to the slums?" Zhang Ze asked tentatively. He hoped to hear that it might not be the case. The slums are far less backward than these three words seem. On the contrary, there are guns, ammunition, and drug crimes.The federal government doesn't care, the government doesn't care, and the police don't care.

"Then let's go." Zhang Ze had no choice but to compromise, but he still had to go during the day, as it was too dangerous to go at night.

Everyone says that there is only a wall between the poor and the rich in Brazil. If you haven’t come to Brazil, you really can’t understand how terrifying this gap is. On the other side of this wall, there are luxurious classrooms and a wide green field. Ferrari men and women, but after going through a tunnel to the slums, everything here seems to have stayed in the last century. The buildings here are dilapidated, sanitary and dirty, the roads are muddy and lifeless, and the air smells of animal corrosion. Occasionally, a few children and a woman stood there, all with gloomy expressions and no smile on their faces. They were dressed in shabby clothes, and they really couldn't be seen as people from a developed country.

Su Mo also went from being pleasantly surprised at the beginning to now worrying. He carefully looked at everything around him, not wanting to miss this unique country. This is the only country in the world that treats the poor so harshly. In other words, only The poor of this country, you feel that there is no hope of success.

"They can't even afford to go to school." Zhang Ze looked at the children on the side of the road. They had no education since they were young. Because they couldn't afford to go to schools outside, many of them became drug traffickers. Let old customers come to your door.

"Listen, there is a sound." The car drove along this road all the time, and it was always like this. There was no improvement in the situation, and it was so depressing that people felt that time had slowed down. Hear the voice of the child.

Zhang Ze followed the sound and drove in. The winding road made the two of them shake their heads more and more heavily. The jet lag hadn't been completely reversed yet. Tiredness and nausea welled up in his throat. The road became narrower and narrower, and could only accommodate one car. , After passing the dilapidated houses on both sides, the eyes opened up.

It was an open space. From the car, you could see that the uneven ground had been smoothed by the running steps of children. Several black and brown boys were playing football naked. The goal was a simple iron frame.

"This is their only way out." Zhang Ze said. In this slum, playing football is the only way out for the children. If they play football well, they can go to the rich people's elementary school and play games on behalf of the district or the state. There will be a high income, and finally you can bring your parents and leave the slums.

So the children here like playing football and basketball very much. For them, playing football is not a hobby, but a hope of life. Su Mo took a picture of the scene of them playing football, and the sound of the shutter soon alarmed the children. They all stopped and looked at the two strangers in the car.

Looking at Su Mo with a hopeful look, it is obvious that they regard Su Mo as a scout, and they are eager to be taken away by the photo, so that they can stay away from here.

Su Mo was startled. He held the camera in his hand and was about to get out of the car. He felt that although he could not bring them substantial help, he could at least give them an encouraging hug, even if he played a game with them.

"No." Zhang Ze held Su Mo's hand in his hand. He disagreed with Su Mo's move, "Since you can't give them what they want, don't disturb their lives."

The child's eyes were still on Su Mo, and each pair of eyes was full of helpless expectation.Su Mo was pulled back by Zhang Ze's rationality, "Let's go." Su Mo said to Zhang Ze, rather than disappointing them in the end, it is better not to give any expectations.

They walked straight through the open space, drove out of this street, turned another street, and heard the running sound of the group of children playing football in the open space behind them.

"They are stronger than you think." Zhang Ze patted Su Mo on the shoulder. Su Mo leaned on the chair and looked at the photo just taken, a group of running children, as if they were not comparing speed, but life.

The more the car drove, the more empty it became. There were already several empty alleys. According to the map, this is a town with the most terrorist attacks. Zhang Ze looked around tremblingly, always feeling that someone was aiming at him with a gun. As long as he Anything out of the ordinary will be destroyed.

"We don't seem to be popular." Zhang Ze's speed is always slow, he drives very carefully, and this ominous premonition always pops into his mind after entering the town.

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A few gunshots flew over his head and hit the house. Zhang Ze accelerated his speed and drove forward, but the bullets fired faster and faster as he drove forward. Zhang Ze realized that he could not drive any further. They were encroaching on the local people's territory. With a bang, the bullet pierced the windshield, and the bullet case was firmly nailed to it. With a quick hand, Zhang Ze drove the car into the door of someone else's house, quickly turned the direction, and went straight to open.

The downhill road was going super fast, the gunshots behind the car became less and less, Zhang Ze rushed out of the slums like the wind on his feet, the windshield on the car was broken, and the car was punctured. As soon as I came out, I was stopped by the traffic police.

"Hurry up, stop the car and send it back to China." Su Mo stopped Zhang Ze from parking. The police in Brazil generally don't care about such things. They came to stop the car for some reason today. If there is a shootout because of you abroad, they will were repatriated.

Zhang Ze turned in a circle, stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly left the police's sight. After the police whistled a few times, they cursed a few words and then fell silent.

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