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Yang Ziwen looked up at him, responded in the same way, and then began to babble English.

Lu Kun couldn't understand a single word, and didn't want to hear it. He turned to look at Jiang Ming. He hasn't taken off his earphones since he came here just now. Obviously, he wasn't interested in Yang Ziwen's flirting with handsome foreign men. .

On the fifteenth floor, there was a jingle in the elevator, and the door opened.

But according to the signs, they had to climb another flight of stairs to get there.

Yang Ziwen walked upstairs with the handsome guy on his own, completely ignoring Jiang Ming and Lu Kun who were carrying three suitcases and a backpack behind them.

"You wait here, I'll take it up first and then come down to pick you up," Lu Kun said to Jiang Ming with a suitcase in each hand.

"No, it's not like I can't hold it"

"If you tell you to wait, just wait!" Lu Kun raised his voice, the narrow stairway couldn't spread out, and everything entered Jiang Ming's ears.

After Lu Kun finished speaking, he walked upstairs, but Jiang Ming froze in place, not moving a step.

As soon as Lu Kun put his luggage on the ground, he hurried down to get the rest. Jiang Ming didn't even let Jiang Ming carry his backpack. Jiang Ming wanted to say "thank you", but the words stuck in his throat, so he didn't say anything.

"Give me your ID card"

At this time, the handsome foreign guy was no longer with Yang Ziwen, and she stood alone at the front desk to check in.

At the front desk was a thin young man wearing glasses, who was not tall and thin. He focused on checking the information on the computer, and checked with Yang Ziwen from time to time.

"Ordered online?"

"right"

"Give me your ID"

Yang Ziwen arranged the ID cards of the three of them one by one on the table.

"A twin bed and a queen bed, right?"

"right"

While waiting, Jiang Ming picked up the promotional leaflets on the shelf of the window and flipped through them. There were some special scenic spots in Qinghai, such as Qinghai Lake, Chaka Salt Lake, Kumbum Monastery and so on.

Blue sky and clear water, red walls and white towers.

There is also a standing blackboard next to it, with carpooling information or something written on it.

Yang Ziwen also noticed it, and she asked the guy at the front desk: "How much does it cost to charter a car around the nearby scenic spots?"

"Are there three of you?"

"right"

The guy at the front desk lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "I want to communicate with the driver. A few days ago, it was [-] per person. It seems that the price has increased these days, and it's [-]."

It's a coincidence. . . . . .

"No, no, you are chartered cars, not carpools, right?"

Yang Ziwen was amused by his cute look, and said: "If you carpool, you have to play with others. It may not be convenient. Let's charter a car. You can contact the driver first. Let's put our luggage and rest for a while."

According to the instructions from the front desk, Yang Ziwen's room is upstairs, and Lu Kun and Jiang Ming's are downstairs on the other side.

"I'll ask my little brother to help me with my luggage. Let's go back to our rooms and rest for a while, and come out for dinner together at night, how about it?"

little brother. . . . . .Yang Ziwen's temporary flattery was really resounding.

Lu Kun and Jiang Ming, who had been silent for a long time, finally had a chance to speak, but it was limited to one word: "Okay."

As soon as Jiang Ming entered the room, he lay on the bed like a dead body. He didn't speak for a long time. He heard Lu Kun's footsteps in the room, and the sound of the door opening.

"You got up and took your medicine. I just poured hot water for you, but I couldn't find your medicine"

Jiang Ming raised his face from the pillow, and looked at Lu Kun kneeling beside his bed with one leg, holding a water glass in his hand, and his face above. . . . . .

His face was somewhat blurred under the backlight, Jiang Ming turned over, sat up, and said, "Eat before boarding the plane."

Lu Kun knelt on one knee and turned around, facing Jiang Ming, and said, "It's almost five hours from now, it's time to eat."

Jiang Ming pursed his lips and didn't speak, he was muttering in his heart. . .The atmosphere is not right now.

In Jiang Ming's silence, Lu Kun also realized that he seemed to have overdone it. He put the water glass back on the bed and said, "Then you can figure it out, I'll go lie down for a while."

There are two small beds, a yellow bedside table in the middle, a table, two chairs against the wall, and a red cabinet by the window, nothing else.

What I want to add is that there is no bathroom in the room, so I have to go to the public health.

Probably many youth hostels are like this, simple and simple, but there is an inexplicable sense of purity that attracts people from all over the world.

Lu Kun got up and closed the curtains, then wrapped himself in a quilt and fell asleep.

In Qinghai in June, the weather is mild, but the temperature difference between morning and evening is a bit big. It was still a little sunny when they got off the plane, but now the temperature has dropped.

Sitting on his own bed, Jiang Ming looked at Lu Kun who was gradually falling asleep in a rare silence. He stared blankly for a few seconds, and then suddenly, as if forcing himself, he looked back.

He was ashamed of the thought that had just passed through his mind.

Want to smoke, especially want.

Jiang Ming grabbed the cigarette case in hand and quietly left the room.

There is a public smoking area on the balcony. When Jiang Ming passed by, he saw an aunt in her 40s washing the sheets. She smiled at Jiang Ming and continued with her work.

Jiang Ming walked around to the edge of the balcony and couldn't wait to order one. After taking a deep breath, he calmed down a little. There was no wind in the evening, and the smoke rose straight and slowly. Jiang Ming looked at the street below, the passing traffic, and the The clumps of green grass on the mountain in the distance, the farther you look, the more pale the scenery is. . . . . .From time to time, several planes flew by in the sky, in unknown directions, full of frequent passengers.

After seeing Lu Kun's tattoo, Jiang Ming often recalled the same scene, perhaps because of the long time, when those scenes passed before his eyes, they seemed to be covered with a layer of yellow veil called "Years", the more he wanted to see Qing became more and more blurred, scratching his heart in a confusing way.

If Lu Kun still remembered, what kind of existence would Jiang Ming be in his playback?

When he was woken up by the sound outside, Lu Kun was dreaming of eating pot-packed meat, sweet and sour and tender. When he was about to wipe out the remaining half of the plate, he felt a lot of people came in the shop suddenly, chirping, and then he said woke up.

One disadvantage of sleeping in the afternoon is that you will get confused. For example, what flashes in Lu Kun's mind now is: "Who am I? Where am I?"

He half propped up and pulled open the curtains, the sky outside was not too dazzling.

Lu Kun fell back heavily into the quilt again, put his hand on his forehead, and clicked his lips a few times, not sure if he wanted to wake himself up, or he was reminiscing about the smell of the pot of meat.

"Where's Jiang Ming?"

As soon as Lu Kun regained consciousness, he thought of another person in the room. He looked towards the opposite bed, the quilt was folded flat on the head of the bed, and there were a few indentations on the sheet, but they were not very clear.

He is not in the room. . . . . .

Lu Kun pressed his temples a few times, but when he turned over and was about to get out of bed, he became unsteady and fell directly to the ground. In fact, it had nothing to do with any factors, but Lu Kun was too tall and his legs were long. He followed his usual habits at home and forgot about the bed. It was narrow and low, so it slipped down without a firm foot.

When Jiang Ming entered the room, he saw Lu Kun crawling on the ground like a bug.

He went to his bed and sat down, took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket and threw it on the bed, saying: "Wenwen asked us to pack up and go eat."

Lu Kun sat back on the bed with one hand supporting the bed board, and asked casually: "Is it almost seven o'clock? It's getting dark."

Jiang Ming unwrapped the folds of the bed sheet, and casually replied, "Nine o'clock."

"What? Nine o'clock!"

Jiang Ming looked up, his eyes were a little lazy, "Do you have some common sense? The sunset here is late."

"Oh, yes, according to what you say, I am illiterate and I really have no common sense."

Jiang Ming heard the uneasiness in Lu Kun's tone, and he tried to ease it, "This has nothing to do with illiteracy." After Jiang Ming finished speaking, he put his hands on the sheet, leaned his neck back, and made a "click" sound .

Jiang Ming's neck is very beautiful, probably because his skin is fairer than other men's. Sometimes even Yang Ziwen would lament that his skin is not as good as a man's.

Lu Kun was standing in front of him, which Jiang Ming realized when he raised his neck.

"What are you doing?"

Although it was Jiang Ming who asked the question first, he unconsciously wanted to hide back. The heat from Lu Kun's body was roasting him in this cool night, and the smell was fragrant and abstinent. . . . . .

Seeing that Lu Kun didn't speak, Jiang Ming propped himself up and moved back a little bit, he even felt his face was getting hot, is it already red?Jiang Ming couldn't wait to get rid of this atmosphere, but he hadn't escaped yet. Lu Kun approached first, Jiang Ming's wrist softened, and he fell directly on the bed. When he was struggling to get up, Lu Kun was already close at hand. .

Lu Kun got so close that he could see the blue capillaries on Jiang Ming's eyelids.

The two handsome faces looked at each other, and even their breaths were mixed together.

Jiang Ming really wanted to curse, but he couldn't say a word, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would touch Lu Kun. . . . . .

He didn't dare, but someone dared.

Lu Kun fixed his eyes on Jiang Ming and said, "We used to...have you met somewhere?"

Lu Kun's head seemed to be lower, so low that it seemed to be able to enclose the person below with one mouth.

Jiang Ming turned his head abruptly, his face was scratched lightly by Lu Kun's lips, and in an instant, a crisp and itchy crawled all over his body.

"I haven't seen it, you are fucking sick!", Jiang Ming struggled to get up, but there was a sudden force on his wrist, and he was pulled back.

"I feel like I've seen it somewhere"

Lu Kun's voice was suppressed to the limit, and the coldness was also amplified to the limit.

Jiang Ming didn't know if Lu Kun really remembered something, or if a certain action of his just now was familiar to him, in short, Jiang Ming really couldn't stand Lu Kun's persecution.

The air suddenly became quiet, after a knock on the door.

"Have you two packed yet? I'm starving to death"

Hearing Yang Ziwen roaring outside, Lu Kun had no choice but to continue. He stretched out his hand to pinch Jiang Ming's chin, exerted a little force, and said, "We'll discuss this matter when we get back."

After finishing speaking, he stepped off Jiang Ming's bed and walked to the door.