Do not provoke

Fang Lin didn't question him, just smiled silently, leaned back, closed his eyes and began to rest.

The car was already driving, the speed was not fast, but it was quite stable. After a while, the chattering people in the front row slowly subsided. Except for the girls who were still excitedly exchanging beauty makeup and variety shows, most of them started to catch up on sleep.

Yu Zhaotiao's mountain is not far from City A, and the bus probably takes more than an hour to get there.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and when the curtains were drawn, the interior of the car became dark, and it was very suitable for sleeping.

But Fang Lin couldn't fall asleep.

The person next to him hasn't opened his mouth since he just made the noise, and has kept his eyes closed all the time. Hearing the sound of breathing, he seems to have fallen asleep.

Fang Lin looked at it quietly for a while, then raised his head again after a while.

The seat of the bus is very high, and it is hard to see anything at first glance, but hearing the silent movement, the people in the front row should have already rested.

He held his breath, looked away, and looked at Tang Xingbei again.

This man was very quiet when he fell asleep, his slightly longer hair was pressed by the peaked cap, revealing a small wisp of bangs raised up, his eyes were downcast, and he remained motionless.

Fang Lin stared at it for a while, then narrowed his eyes, and slowly came up with a bold idea.

He sat up straight very calmly, leaned slightly in the direction of Tang Xingbei, touching his shoulder, moved his left fingertips slightly, and gently hooked his little finger.

The warm and cool skin gently rubbed over and slowly pressed down.

After carefully probing for a while, Tang Xingbei still didn't respond, and fell asleep breathing gently.

Fang Lin remained indifferent on the surface, staring at the front while listening to his own heartbeat.

He waited motionless for 2 minutes, and when he saw that the person next to him still did not move, he was relieved, and slowly and carefully tightened his fingertips.

Tang Xingbei's skin is naturally cool, and Fang Lin noticed it when he massaged his stomach ache before.

...it is very comfortable to hold.

Fang Lin narrowed his eyes and couldn't help rubbing it.

Just at this moment, Tang Xingbei seemed to wake up, and moved his fingers uncomfortably. Fang Lin froze, and quickly stopped all movements, not daring to tease again.

After a while, the bus seemed to turn a steep turn. Following the inertia, Tang Xingbei's body moved slightly to the side uncontrollably, ambiguously sticking to his arm.

Fang Lin held his breath, and slowly moved his left hand, which originally only hooked a little finger of his little finger, inwardly, clasping Tang Xingbei's ring finger vaguely.

After fully clasping it, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if relaxing his body, leaned his arms back loosely, closely next to Tang Xingbei, and his skin was warmly pressed against each other.

The hair that swept over his neck was soft, Fang Lin's throat moved, and he turned his face away.

The car drove forward slowly and slowly.

Fang Lin remained silent, counting the traffic lights one by one.

He was extremely looking forward to the time passing a little slower.

But this section of road is only so long after all, no matter how steady or slow the bus is, it is almost at the end.

The road on both sides of the bank is already a rich green, and through the curtains of the car, you can see the continuous mountains that are not too high, which is very beautiful.

The sleeping people gradually woke up, regained their youthful activity, and began to chatter about whether there were any birds, beasts, insects and fish on these mountains.

But the people around him still showed no signs of waking up, they leaned motionless by their sides, with the brim of their hats pressed down so that they could only see the smooth curve of the neck.

The speed of the car slowed down slowly, passed the security line, and then drove into the parking area at the foot of the mountain.

The chatter in the front row was already loudly laughing and laughing, and some people were yawning and stretching.

Fang Lin knew that he should withdraw his hand at this time, but he suddenly became lazy and remained motionless, silently staring at the gradually gloomy scenery outside the car window.

The car finally stopped, and Yu Zhao stood at the door and shouted: "Everyone wake up! The destination is here! Take your things and get out of the car in an orderly manner!"

The warmth on the fingertips seemed to be awakened, and it moved slightly.

Fang Lin paused, frowned, and then slowly withdrew his hand.

It took about a minute or so for Tang Xingbei to wake up. He propped himself up on the seat with one hand and slowly stood up. Halfway up, he suddenly frowned and hissed softly, cursing in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Fang Lin looked over calmly.

Tang Xingbei gritted his teeth: "Arm is sore."

Fang Lin frowned, and reached out to bring his backpack over: "Are you all right?"

It's okay...you can try to support your upper body with one hand for more than an hour.

Tang Xingbei cursed in his heart, but his face remained calm: "It's nothing."

"Shall we take it slow first?" Fang Lin asked.

"No need." Tang Xingbei took out water from the bag, raised his head and drank it, then threw it back, and said succinctly, "Let's go."

Fang Lin glanced at him: "Yes."

From the beginning to the end, Tang Xingbei didn't look at him.

Fang Lin suddenly felt a little uneasy... I don't know if this person fell asleep in the car just now.

He didn't make a sound, got up, and got out of the car with two people's backpacks.

Tang Xingbei followed behind him, and when he reached the foot of the mountain, he hooked his fingers at him and said in a low voice, "Give it to me."

Fang Lin glanced at him and handed it over.

Tang Xingbei still didn't look at him, took it and put it on his back, frowning and looked into the mountains: "Let's go."

A group of people gathered at the foot of the mountain in a large force, excitedly discussing the climbing of the mountain later.

The tour guide and fellow villagers that Yu Zhao was looking for had already entered the mountain pass and waited. When everyone was there, he began to explain some precautions. It was nothing more than not being allowed to act alone and asking for help immediately when encountering problems.

After the arrangements were made, they were directly preparing to enter the mountain.

A fellow villager went to the front to explore the way first, and the tour guide walked among the crowd, chatting enthusiastically with Yu Zhao and the others, while the rest of the fellow villagers scattered around, followed at a distance.

Tang Xingbei was still unaccustomed to crowded places, and before they could follow, he glanced at Fang Lin, and the two of them tacitly followed the fellow into the mountain first, pulling away the large army behind them by more than ten meters.

"Many of the mountains in this area have been developed into tourist attractions, and few people go up alone...Look over there," the tour guide pointed to the mountain peaks not far away, "Have you seen the cables? Many people are too lazy to climb the mountains. Just took the cable car up."

A dozen or so people started discussing immediately.

"I think mountain climbing is still interesting and has a sense of conquest."

"That's right, you can also keep fit, it's much more interesting than the gym..."

After their discussion died down, the tour guide continued to smile and said, "It's a good time for you to arrive today. The nearby tourist area has been rectified and there are few people. The route we are taking is very safe and there are no people..."

Tang Xingbei and Fang Lin were always walking in front, neither far nor near.

Although the two of them didn't exercise much when they were in school, one was the tennis president and the other was the former basketball captain, so their physical fitness was naturally good.

And I don't know why, the two of them tacitly didn't communicate much today, just kept their heads down and walked up hard.

Before they knew it, they separated a long distance from the large army behind them, and almost caught up with the fellow villagers who opened the way ahead.

The sound of laughter and communication behind him came from far away, and it was not clear in the empty valley. The sound of the wind was gentle, and the branches and leaves blocked the scorching sun.

Tang Xingbei felt a little hot, so he stopped, took out a bottle of water from his bag, unscrewed it casually, and took a few sips with his head raised.

He drank quickly, and a slight stream of water flowed down his neck from the mouth of the bottle, slipped over the slightly undulating Adam's apple, and sank into the collar of his collar again, wetting a shallow layer.

Fang Lin stood on a raised stone in front of him, looked down condescendingly, and made no sound.

After Tang Xingbei drank the water, he wiped it casually, turned his face and frowned, looked at the mountaintop not far away, and narrowed his eyes: "I don't think so when I look at it, it's quite high."

Fang Lin hummed, looked away, and looked in the direction he was looking: "I guess we will arrive in the evening."

Tang Xingbei stuffed the water back into his backpack and put it on his back: "Let's go."

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to move forward when his left foot suddenly stepped on a long-broken stone, and he suddenly lost his center of gravity and leaned back suddenly: "Damn it!"

In an emergency, he only felt that his body was out of control and he leaned back, and a thought came to his mind: he might fall hard when he was finished.

Although the mountain here is not too steep, there are many broken rocks and dead tree roots spreading up and down. Once you step on the air, although it will not roll down along the way, it is still possible to fall two or three times.

But the expected pain did not come. The moment Tang Xingbei fell down, he felt a sudden tightness on his wrist.

Fang Lin held him tightly, using a force that came from nowhere to abruptly stop his continuous downward trend.

When he managed to stand still, Tang Xingbei raised his head panting in shock, and saw Fang Lin holding himself with one hand, while the other left was firmly grasping the branch next to him, probably because of too much strength, his fingertips were numb. Qingbai, frowning, sweating profusely.

A faint dark red liquid dripped down the wrist.

Tang Xingbei was startled immediately, quickly stood his ground, rushed forward in two or three steps, stared at his left hand, frowned and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?! Why is it bleeding? Is it a dislocation or a fracture?" It’s gone! Why the hell are you walking your way and dragging me! You can’t die if you fall!”

He was flustered and anxious, and his voice trembled a little. Fang Lin quickly raised his hand to show him the wound, and hurriedly explained: "There is no fracture or dislocation, but when it slipped down, it hung on the branch next to it. It doesn't hinder anything. Worry."

Tang Xingbei frowned tightly, and didn't listen to his explanation. He grabbed his wrist with one hand and looked it up and down carefully several times before he was sure that it was really just hung by a tree branch.

But he didn't let out a sigh of relief, still clutching Fang Lin, with a cold face, he raised his eyes: "I remember you had iodine in your bag?"

Fang Lin whispered, "Yes."

"Bring it." Tang Xingbei said, and glanced back.

The large army behind them was still a little far away, a small bend behind them, and it was estimated that it would take about ten minutes to catch up.

He let go, stretched out his hand to unload Fang Lin's backpack, and hurriedly took out iodine and a cotton swab: "Stretch out your hand."

Fang Lin didn't make a sound, and stretched out his hand obediently.

His fingers are beautiful, long and straight. The wound is on the part where the little finger connects to the wrist. It is about two or three centimeters long and very deep... It is probably because he was too anxious and too forceful when pulling him.

Tang Xingbei couldn't tell what was going on in his heart for a while, he held his breath and wanted to float up, but fell down heavily by an unknown emotion.

He covered his eyes with the brim of his peaked cap, stared at the wound for a while, closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and then carefully rubbed the iodine on it.

Fang Lin held one hand in his hands, looked down at his auricles that were a little transparent from the sun, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out the other hand to touch.

Tang Xingbei whispered without raising his head: "Don't make trouble."

Fang Lin withdrew his hand again.

The wound was painful and numb from the iodine sting, but he didn't respond, he didn't even move his eyebrows, and looked at Tang Xingbei quietly.

His fingers were loosely grasped by him, feeling warm and cool to the touch... It was almost the same as when he was in the car just now.

He almost wanted to hold it up with his backhand, but held back.

"……okay."

Tang Xingbei let go of him, wrapped up the used cotton swab and stuffed it into his side pocket, then threw the iodine into his backpack, heaved a sigh of relief, and raised his head: "Don't touch it again."

"Yeah." Fang Lin said, "Be careful where you step."

Tang Xingbei was taken aback, frowned, turned back to stare at the rotten broken stone, kicked it away, and looked away angrily: "Who knew that this piece would crack if stepped on..."

Fang Lin smiled, and looked back at the large troops who were almost behind him: "Let's go."

With the thrilling episode just now, the two of them were much more careful when they stepped down. Except for two dangerous skids, they basically walked fast and steadily.

However, the cries of "Hey! Fuck! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" began to be heard from behind. Everyone must have fallen two or three times.

Tang Xingbei suddenly felt a little happy, so he laughed out loud.

Fang Lin just turned over a small piece of jagged rock, looked back at him, and stretched out his hand: "Come here."

Tang Xingbei was taken aback, and looked up at him.

After a long while, he retracted his gaze and reached out his hand hesitantly.

The moment he put his finger in his hand, Fang Lin squinted his eyes, quickly grasped it, and pulled him up.

After Tang Xingbei stood still for two or three seconds, neither of them spoke or moved.

There was a faint warmth between the fingers that were holding each other halfway, Fang Lin couldn't hold back, and squeezed lightly.

Tang Xingbei raised his head abruptly, as if he wanted to take a look at him, but got stuck halfway and stopped.

After a long while, I managed to pull back slightly, curled up my fingertips, and said in a low voice, "I... drink some water."

Fang Lin glanced at him, didn't speak, and let go.

The author has something to say: Thank you Noda Qiu, it’s inevitable, Lujiang is just a landmine for chasing tools~ Thank you Ah Huang, don’t give me a fish, just wait and see!nutrient solution~