knife back man

Wenqu found a small broken hotel to live in, lying on the bed, he felt a dull pain in his stomach, this is an idiot, Wenqu scolded himself in his heart, telling you to be a hero, telling you to take off your clothes to others.

Wen Qu has a bad stomach. In the past few years, he has attended classes during the day and socialized at night, and sometimes he has no time to eat. After these few years, he has suffered from stomach pains.

Qiao Yue curled up at the corner of the bed, Wen Qu waved to him, and Qiao Yue lay opposite him, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Just sleep with me, it's safe."

Joe nodded, "You're still wet."

Wen Qu put the back of his hand on his face, "I don't want to move."

Qiao Yue ran down with bare feet, and ran back immediately, holding a dry towel in his hand, sat on Wen Qu, put the towel on Wen Qu's hair, and carefully scratched his hair.

Wen Qu didn't speak, and enjoyed Qiao Yue's service with peace of mind, but unexpectedly his stomach hurt more and more, and he frowned slightly, Qiao Yue hurriedly stopped and got off him, "I'm sorry, did it make you feel uncomfortable? "

"fine."

Wen Qu took the towel and wiped his hair carelessly, then looked at Qiao Yue and curled up to the corner of the bed again.

Wen Qu wanted to take off all the clothes on his body, and it would be uncomfortable to wear them all wet, but he had to be ready to run for his life at all times.

He beckoned to Qiao Yue and said, "Come here." Joe looked at him more, then threw himself on him, Wen Qu snorted at his hair, and threw a towel to him, "Your hair is still wet, wipe it off."

"Well, my clothes are also wet."

"Take it off, get under the quilt."

Joe touched his clothes more, "Your clothes are wet too."

"I'm fine." Wen Qu took out a cigarette and lit it. His stomach hurt so fucking badly. After smoking a cigarette, Qiao Yue hugged him naked, "Are you annoying me? I'll really go back, you Can you send me back?"

"Okay, I'm not bothering you, you go to sleep, I'll go out and buy something to eat later."

"Isn't it dangerous outside, don't go." Qiao Yue put his ear on his chest, "Zhou Jing, I like you so much."

How long does the ignorant liking last, about until he really fell in love with No.1, Qiao Yue still couldn't forget Zhou Jing's shallow kiss.

"Go to sleep."

"Zhou Jing..."

"Call me brother."

"Brother Zhou Jing." Qiao Yue put his hand on his ear, "Brother Zhou Jing."

"Yeah, let's go to sleep."

After Wen Qu smoked a cigarette, he felt ridiculous. This kid eats too much and is lazy all day long. He doesn't cook, wash dishes, or do housework.

He took out another cigarette, but couldn't find the lighter. A chuckle came from under the blanket, and he said softly, "Give it to me."

"No, Zhou Jing, stop smoking, okay?"

"Not good." Wen Qu stretched out his hand, "Give me the lighter."

Qiao Yue reached out from the bed and shook the lighter with one hand, and said aggrievedly, "I like the smell of smoke, and I want to cough when I ask about the smell of smoke." After speaking, he pretended to cough twice.

You can pretend, but Wen Qu resignedly put away the lighter and cigarettes.

It's terrible, my stomach hurts so much, Wenqu thinks it's okay to drink a cup of hot water, but he doesn't want to move, it hurts and it will be fine after a while.

In a daze, he felt that someone had covered him with a quilt, Qiao Yue, the little guy was still asleep, and then a cold hand was placed on his forehead, Qiao Yue muttered, "I have a fever."

Then there was a rustling sound of dressing, Qiao Yue fell off him, Wen Qu grabbed his wrist, "Why?"

"You have a fever, I'll buy medicine for you."

"Go back." Wen Qu scolded, Qiao Yue was obviously startled, "I'm sorry."

Wen Qu rubbed his temples, "Forget it, do you know where you went wrong?"

Qiao Yue shook his head, Wen Qu explained, "There are people chasing and killing us outside now, it's very dangerous for you to go out."

"But they don't know me."

"Whether I know you or not, lie back to me." Wen Qu roared, he is very irritable now, if Qiao Yue said another word, he would definitely beat him up, but Qiao Yue didn't say a word, just lay back silently .

Wen Qu fell asleep somehow, probably because the fever consumed too much of his energy.

In his sleep, Wen Qu felt his warm breath hit his face, then his soft lips pressed against his face, and then left in an instant, falling on the bed with a "bang", Wen Qu felt that he should be watching him wake up He didn't wake up, Wen Qu wanted to laugh at him, but he had no choice but to keep his eyes shut.

Qiao Yue slowly crawled over to hug him again, put one leg on his lap and smiled softly.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps stepping downstairs, Wen Qu suddenly opened his eyes, shook Qiao Yue who was sleeping beside him, "Get up."

Joe sat up more slowly, "What's the matter, are you running for your life?"

Wen Qu was startled by him, dragged him into the bathroom, and whispered, "You take it inside, and come out when there is no sound in the room. Do you still keep the money I gave you?"

Qiao Yue nodded, Wen Qu turned around inside but couldn't find a weapon in his hand, then took off his shoes, took out a thin machete under the insole, and stomped out of the bathroom.

Qiao Yue sat in the corner, buried his head between his knees, listened to a few curses from outside, and then heard a person shouting "Chasing, don't let him run away." Zhou Jing ran out, he would not be caught Catch up, nothing will happen, no, no, no.

Qiao Yue started to cry, crying till the end without tears, sobbing slightly, Wen Qu opened the door and saw Qiao Yue raised his head in horror.

Qiao Yue was wondering if they killed Zhou Jing and came back to find him, or if Zhou Jing came back to find him. When he saw Zhou Jing standing at the door, squinting his eyes and smiling, he stood up and rushed over. His whole body was numb, completely Relying on inertia, he rushed into Zhou Jing's arms.

"Brother Zhou Jing." When Qiao Yue rushed over, he could smell the rust in the air, and when he looked closer, he saw his blood-stained red shirt, "You are injured."

"It's okay, I'll take you back."

Wen Qu took Qiao Yue's hand and went out. There were two rows of people standing outside the door. Jian Dao Wen Qu came out and called out in unison, "Master Wen."

It's a pity that Qiao Yue is thinking about separating from Brother Zhou Jing now, and he didn't pay attention to the voice of Master Wen. Even if he noticed that he had forgotten what Zhou Jing looked like in five years, he only remembered the warmth that man gave him. .

Wen Qu took him to the wheat field where they met for the first time. Qiao Yue stood beside him and held his hand tightly. Wen Qu wiped away the tears on his face with the other hand, "Don't cry."

"Go back." Wen Qu patted his head, "Remember to run, or you won't be able to escape next time."

"When will you come to me."

"Ten years later." The agreement of all cliché stories in ten years is ten years. This number with no ending can make people forget everything.

"Five years, ten years is too long."

"En." Five years can make people forget everything.

The author has something to say:

The story of Qiao Yue and pseudo-Zhou Jing is over.