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In the lobby on the first floor of the office building, the driver had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Lu Weiming coming out of the elevator on the phone, he hurried up to greet him. Lu Weiming raised his hands, and the driver stood still. , meaning to drive by yourself.

Lu Weiming walked out of the main entrance of the building and walked quickly to the parking lot. The phone never hung up. Shaou seemed a little surprised and asked, "Now? Do you want to come over?"

"Yeah." Lu Weiming got into the car, put the phone on speakerphone, put the phone on the passenger seat, started the engine, and asked in a low voice, "Is it inconvenient?"

"No." Shaou's voice was still clear in the hands-free loudspeaker. He walked out of the bedroom, turned on the ceiling light in the central living room of the suite, gave his location, and said, "However, the hotel is unified by the organizer. Provided, the security work is in place, will you not be able to come in? Otherwise, I will go downstairs and let's make another appointment?"

"No need." Lu Weiming turned to turn on the light, and the car drove onto the viaduct of the Central Ring Road. The venue of the exchange meeting was upgraded after he signed it, and the board and lodging arrangement of Shaou was also specially arranged by him on behalf of the branch, so there is no such thing as not being able to get in. The condition of the door.

But he didn't mention these things at all, just said: "Just wait, 10 minutes, don't hang up."

Sha Ou sat on the sofa in the living room, and chuckled lightly when he heard the words: "What's the matter, are you afraid of driving at night?"

It was just a joke, but Lu Weiming unexpectedly did not deny it.

It's not that I'm afraid of driving at night, it's an inexplicable resistance to the unreality in my heart.

He couldn't tell why, but after hearing a few words from the secretary, the unreliability that had been dormant in his heart for many days was suddenly magnified, and there was a vast void, always wanting to grasp something to make him feel at ease.

I don't know if I don't believe in Sha Ou, or I don't believe in this blank ten years.

On the mobile phone, Shaou stopped talking, and the car was quiet, even the music was turned off by him. He turned his head and glanced to the side, and found that the call was still on, so he accelerated and stepped on the accelerator, and drove forward all the way.

Time seemed to go backwards suddenly, and I returned to the age of seventeen or eighteen years old, frizzy, passionate, like a rampant fool.

The car braked to a sudden stop at the entrance of the hotel. Lu Weiming couldn't wait to turn off the engine, picked up his mobile phone and got out of the car, and threw the key directly to the parking attendant.

He broke into the hotel lobby, and the person in charge of the branch office who was still making the final site confirmation saw him at a glance, and ran over in panic, wondering why the big boss came to give guidance late at night, but Lu Weiming didn't even give him a look. , take the elevator directly to the sixteenth floor.

There is only one presidential suite on the entire [-]th floor. Lu Weiming got out of the elevator and went straight to the door. One second before he rang the doorbell, he remembered the phone in his hand. He looked down and saw that Shaou hadn't hung up.

He took a deep breath, put down his raised hand, and said to the person on the phone, "Open the door."

The sound insulation effect of the outer door of the room is first-class, no footsteps can be heard, and Shagull did not respond, but after a few seconds, the door lock clicked, and the door opened.

Sha Ou was standing by the door wearing his dark blue home clothes. The warm lights in the porch behind him flowed down like a waterfall, sprinkled dimly on his body, Lu Weiming squinted his eyes, and felt that he saw a picture of The exquisite watercolor painting is like the last touch of blue in the sky wrapped in the endless afterglow of the setting sun.

Sha Ou really did not expect that Lu Weiming would pay a surprise visit on his first night in Beijin, let alone that he would come so quickly. He turned slightly to make way for the way: "Come in."

Lu Weiming walked into the hallway, and the door of the room closed behind him.

Sha Ou turned around, but found that the person behind him was standing still, so he turned around again, suppressed the apex of his heart and quietly felt nervous, stood two steps away, shook the phone in Lu Weiming's hand, and asked: "Can I hang up now?"

The warm light in the porch fell on the side of Lu Weiming's face, and the pair of smiling peach blossom eyes in his memory looked straight at him at this moment. Shaou found that this person ten years later would look at people without speaking or expression. The pupils of the eyes will look extraordinarily dark, and there is an inexplicable fierceness between the brows, with a fierce and oppressive aura.

Lu Weiming swiped his finger, hung up the phone, and took two steps forward, a tall shadow slowly enveloped him.

The Gull didn't move.

Lu Weiming walked up to him, lowered his eyes slightly, and asked a question that had troubled him for several days: "Shaoou, what is the relationship between us now?"

Sha Ou's hand holding the phone hanging by his side tightened. He thought for two seconds before handing over the decision to the other party: "What do you think should be the relationship?"

Lu Weiming smiled, and sure enough, he was the same as ten years ago, not taking the initiative easily and not expressing opinions.

"You said you would try it."

"Yes." Sha Ou admitted this matter simply: "I said it."

"It was you who made me trust you again."

"Yes."

Lu Weiming's voice was very low: "So what should our relationship be now?"

Shagull frowned slightly.

He didn't answer, not because he didn't have an answer, but because he wasn't sure enough, and the reason for his hesitation was not his own, but his uncertainty about the other party's thoughts.

It has to be said that Lu Weiming ten years later made him a little confused.

"Sha Ou." Lu Weiming called his name, with a sense of oppression: "How long will we have to play 'You at the same table' between us?"

Sha Ou slightly staggered his eyes, stared at the dark pattern on the carpet for a long time, finally turned his head, and said word by word: "I don't want to restore my classmate friendship with you, and I don't need you, my deskmate who has only been with you for a year."

Sha Ou's voice was cold and indifferent, but Lu Weiming smiled slowly: "So, you—"

"Boyfriend." Sha Ou said suddenly, took a deep breath, raised his eyes and asked, "Are you willing?"

Lu Weiming paused, and the smile in his eyes gradually deepened: "Do you like me?"

Hold.Sha Ou couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart, enduring the sudden urge to do something, and admitted: "Yes, I like you."

"Do not believe."

"You—" Sha Ou was surprised by Lu Weiming's sudden rascal.

Lu Weiming's heart attack is the best: "You kiss me again, and I will be willing to kiss you."

Sandgull: "..."

"What's the matter?" Lu Weiming took a step closer, so close that the two breathed each other: "Need some more wine to strengthen your courage?"

As soon as the words fell, a sudden force came from his shoulder, and Lu Weiming withdrew his feet, and Shaou pushed his shoulders against the wall of the entrance. Then, the light in his sight was blocked, and Shaou kissed him without hesitation. up.

There was no need to bolster his courage with alcohol. Sha Ou was very sober this time, but he still didn't close his eyes.

The former cold and alienated boy has grown into a young man, but his temperament is still the same, he is still as arrogant and rebellious as ten years ago, but such a tough person has such soft lips.

Sand Ou's kiss was very light, it was last time, and it is still the same this time.

They look into each other's eyes as they kiss.

After a while, Shaou opened the distance, but did not move his hands from Lu Weiming's shoulders. He looked directly at him, his eyes flickering: "Are you willing—boyfriend?"

Lu Weiming tilted his head and glanced at his earlobe, which had been quietly red at some point, and in the next second, the world was turned upside down, and the positions of the two were reversed.

Lu Weiming squeezed the person against the wall and touched his forehead, deliberately ignoring the surprise that flashed in Sha Ou's eyes, and said softly, "I'm not good at technology, haven't you kissed before?"

Sha Ou squinted at him, and the change of position did not affect his momentum in the slightest. Instead of answering, he asked, "Are you skilled? Have you experienced a lot of practice?"

Lu Weiming smiled, and warm breath fell on Sha Ou's lips: "No need to practice, but it is more than enough to teach you-close your eyes."

Sha Ou's heart beat suddenly, and immediately after that, his eyes suddenly lost their sense of light——Lu Weiming's palms covered his eyelids.

His kisses back followed.

The vision is dark, but the senses are infinitely magnified at this time.

Sha Ou thought he would kiss fiercely, but in fact he didn't.

Lu Weiming's kiss was unbelievably soft, but when his lips rubbed together, there was an endless tenderness.

The room is quiet, there is no sound around, only the light is gentle.

They hugged each other in the porch and kissed quietly.

The time was infinitely stretched, silently stretched over ten years, and little by little, it filled two crumbling and restless hearts.

They are reconciled with each other ten years ago, and they are reborn after reunion.

Lu Weiming could feel that the unruly and indifferent boy ten years ago finally let go of all his hard defenses at this moment, and his waist, which was always strong and straight, gradually softened, like a piece of hard ice gradually melting in the warm sun, and finally melted into a The clear water of the lake poured perfectly into his arms.

It completely filled his whole heart that had been emptied for more than 3000 days and nights.

The air in the chest cavity was gradually thinning, and Shaou didn't have as much lung capacity as Lu Weiming. Obviously, his brain was already on the verge of mild hypoxia, but he still didn't call to stop, didn't hide, evade, or evacuate.

As expected of you, tough.

Lu Weiming calculated the other party's tolerance, and finally, the next second when Sha Ou kept clenching his shoulders, his lips and teeth parted, and finally he lightly pecked his lips.

With the palm removed, the light suddenly returned, Sha Ou closed his eyes, then turned his head and took a deep breath.

The embracing posture of the two remained unchanged, and Sha Ou raised his head again, and saw those smiling peach blossom eyes, which were deep, gentle, and full of affection.

Sha Ou was speechless, a thin layer of mist floated in his eyes, his usual indifferent expression was stained with a trace of quiet bewilderment.

Lu Weiming pressed against his forehead, and laughed in his voice: "Have you learned it——boyfriend?"

"You—" Sha Ou was stunned for a moment, never thinking that Lu Weiming still has this ability.

In the past ten years, the original passionate sand sculpture has not only become calm and introverted, but also knows how to seduce people at the right time.

However, there has never been a one-sided defeat between them, and they are evenly matched as before. Sha Ou curled the corner of his mouth and glanced down: "Boyfriend, calm down, I'm hurt."

Lu Weiming: "..."

It's still the original sharp formula, you are ruthless!

Sha Ou squeezed out from between the entrance wall and Lu Weiming, stretched his clothes, and walked to the living room, not forgetting to ask: "Do you want to stay overnight?"

Lu Weiming took a deep breath, once or twice, but the effect was not obvious.

Every opponent in chess will meet Liangcai. He knows that Sha Ou's chess move is intentional to check, but seeing the tricks, he said with a smile: "Stay, my boyfriend said he would not touch me. I can trust the words of a gentleman."

Seagull who took a sip of water from the cup: "Pfft——"

Near midnight, Lu Weiming came out of the bathroom, wearing the hotel's pure white nightgown, standing at the door of the bedroom, watching Xiaoou pull out a pillow from the suitcase, and replaced the hotel pillow on the bedside.

When did you add this new habit?

There was only one bedside lamp on in the room, which was deliberately adjusted by Shaou to a dim warm light. Lu Weiming remembered that there seemed to be no incandescent lamps in Shaou's house. Both the living room and the small bedroom seemed to be so warm yellow. lights.

A person who is clear and cold, but prefers this kind of warm light source.

Lu Weiming pointed to the head of the bed and asked, "What's the matter, admit the bed?"

"No." Sha Ou put the pillow away and rubbed his stiff neck: "Occupational disease, cervical spine pain these two days, I can only sleep on a physiotherapy pillow, or I will be stiff and jumping tomorrow."

The warm palm covered the snowy neck exposed on the neckline of the pajamas, and the continuous heat penetrated the surface of the skin to reach the joints, and the sand gull flinched, as if being scalded.

After so many years, Lu Weiming's fever physique remains unchanged.

Lu Weiming slowly rubbed the protruding neck bone with his palm, only feeling that the touch in his hand was stiff and fragile, as if with a little force, this thin bone could be folded directly in his hand. He didn't dare to use gravity, he could only Press gently: "How long?"

"It's been many years." Sha Ou's face was calm, "It's nothing serious, people who eat words have this problem."

There is a thin layer of calluses on Lu Weiming's palms and fingertips. Even though he doesn't use much strength to control them, the calluses occasionally scratch his skin, and there is still a clear tingling sensation. The surrounding atmosphere is warm and peaceful. Confused, he asked, "The calluses on your hands seem to be thicker than when you practiced sports, did they... get worn out in the army?"

"En." Lu Weiming responded, and pressed his fingers on the tendons on both sides of his neck, and he could feel obvious knots under the skin, which seemed to be the focus of the disease.

If the tendon knot is not rubbed open, it will only gather and shrink more and more painful. Lu Weiming increased his strength a little, and Xiaoou took a very light breath.

"Pain?" Lu Weiming asked.

"A little bit." Sha Ou didn't take it seriously, and asked just now: "Where did you join the army?"

"Xinjiang."

Sha Ou froze for a moment, he didn't expect to be so far away.

No wonder Lu Weiming's skin color is a bit darker than before. It turned out that during the special period, although he had been training for many years in the wind and the sun, but Young Master Lu was able to maintain his fair complexion miraculously. , like a pure stream, but now it is an out-and-out light wheat color, which looks healthier and more fierce.

It seems that there are no whitening secrets, whitening, just because the sun is not enough, the practice is not hard, and the pain is not hard.

Sha Ou borrowed the strength from Lu Weiming's hand and leaned back a little, Fang Fuzhi caught him heartily, he raised his head slightly, frowned and asked, "Are you in southern Xinjiang or northern Xinjiang?"

Lu Weiming smiled, and said truthfully, "Southern Xinjiang."

The folds between Sha Gull's eyebrows deepened obviously.

"Tsk, don't frown." Lu Weiming's rough fingertips ran across his brows, smoothing out the creases: "The situation over there is not as evil as the rumors outside, our regiment headquarters is stationed in Kashgar, leaving the city The center is not far away, and usually cooperates with the anti-explosion special police a lot, and there are few anti-terrorism tasks. The troops are fully enclosed and managed. .”

Sha Ou didn't care about these things at this time, and only asked: "Have you been injured?"

Lu Weiming's men paused and did not speak.

Xiaou understood instantly.

"Don't press it." He pulled Lu Weiming's hand off, turned and looked at him directly: "Let me see."

Lu Weiming smiled awkwardly, and interrupted on purpose: "Farewell, we two are now in this situation, if we take off our clothes or something, the situation will be difficult to control?"

Sha Ou didn't move and didn't speak, but locked him with clear and cold eyes.

Lu Weiming couldn't bear the look in his eyes, so he had no choice but to sigh softly, pull away the nightgown, and retreat it to his waist.

Sha Ou looked down and saw several interlaced old scars engraved on Lu Weiming's lean and strong back muscles. There was a particularly long scar that slanted down from one side of the back and almost connected to the psoas muscle at the end.

Sha Ou took a deep breath. Although the scars had already healed, he still didn't dare to rub those marks, as if subconsciously still thought it would hurt, so he only tapped the longest scar with his fingertips and asked, "Is this a scar?" Is it... a knife wound?"

"Hmm." Sha Ou's fingertips were cold, and he touched the bloody scars. It didn't hurt, but itched.

Lu Weiming felt his throat was a little dry.

In the next second, a cold touch lightly moved and landed on one of his shoulders, and he heard Sha Gull's voice trembling, as if trying to maintain his composure: "What about this?"

Lu Weiming grabbed his hand violently, closed his eyes with all his strength, but remained silent.

Sha Ou let him hold it, and didn't make a sound when it hurt. After all, no matter how painful it was, it couldn't hurt the irregular circular scar on his shoulder.

"Speak." There was no trace of calm left, and Sha Ou's voice trembled violently.

"Rifle, gun, piercing wound, one shot straight through, and I didn't suffer much." After Lu Weiming finished speaking, he put his hands on Sha Ou's shoulders, "It's really all right, and there is no sequelae left, it's time for rehabilitation training This arm is a little tired, and it has healed up long ago, you...don't shake, Sha Ou, don't be afraid."

"Not afraid."

Sha Ou knew that he had lost his composure, but he couldn't help trembling all over his body, until Lu Weiming stuffed him into the quilt and wrapped him up, his hands and feet were still cold and his whole body was cold.

"Close your eyes and go to sleep." Lu Weiming coaxed him with a very soft voice, until Sha Ou's slender eyelashes were slowly closed, no longer trembling, and his breathing gradually became even, then he let him go, got out of bed and walked into the guest room.

Lu Weiming didn't turn on the light in the room, took off his nightgown and lay directly on the bed in the guest room. The bed in the guest room was slightly smaller than that in the master bedroom, but the comfort level was not bad. Lu Weiming closed his eyes, slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing A little satisfied smile.

Lu Weiming knew it well, Sha Ou said he was not afraid, it was true.

He just feels bad.

Rolling in the hail of bullets, the former comrades-in-arms and the old leader said that these old wounds were medals of merit, but he never felt it. It is not until today that he feels that this statement is true.

To make Sha Ou feel distressed so clearly once, after all, the sins and pains of these years are not in vain, and it is worth it.

The author has something to say: This chapter is thick and long, please praise me!

Sweet or not, I will ask you if it is sweet or not! ! !

But...you two kissed for half a chapter, rubbed for another half chapter, and then—slept separately, so promising!

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