Fawn

Xiao Lu sat in the car for a whole day. During this day, he didn't eat or drink, and he didn't speak or move. He seemed to be weak and stupid.Cheng Tingli sat side by side with him at first, and after sitting for a long time, he suddenly pulled him onto his lap.The car is made in the United States, and the space is quite spacious, allowing him to hug a deer like a child.Let the fawn's bald head rest on the crook of his left arm, and he lifted the fawn's drooping arm with his right hand, trying to put it on his shoulder.The deer's eyes were half-closed, and blood stains were condensed between the mouth and nose.Without warning, he trembled violently in Cheng Tingli's arms, as if he was about to sob out of control, and also as if he was frightened in a dream.

Cheng Tingli leaned back and lowered his eyes to appreciate Xiaolu's gaudy and dirty face.In terms of age, he is already a young man, but Xiaolu's face has always maintained a youthful and delicate outline.On a very beautiful face, the eyebrows and eyelashes are thick and colorful, and the bridge of the nose and lips are meticulously detailed.Dirty like this, the thick ink and color are still thick, and the meticulous meticulous brushwork is still meticulous.

At this time, Cheng Tingli couldn't help being a little bit elated, because his son kicked him cleverly back then, which gave him a stunner that he liked.The adjutant deer is already tall enough, and the deer has enough nutrition. If he is allowed to grow up, who knows what it will look like?It was too high, and Cheng Tingli didn't like it either.

He couldn't be cruel to ask him to kick that kick, it was too sinful, but his son kicked it for him.So now the iniquity is on the son, and the man is on him.

The convoy has been advancing at high speed, accompanied by cavalry in shifts.In the early morning, Cheng Tingli arrived in Zhangjiakou.

He took the little deer by the hand and took the little deer out of the car to go home.A day and a night passed, and Xiaolu felt groggy. He felt that it was time to get out of the car, so he got out of the car; he felt that it was time to take a step, so he took a step.The rush of rage is a matter of the first moment. If a person can hold on at that moment, he will be able to live in the next moment.

It's just that he lived in a trance and numb, with no good thoughts in his heart, and he seemed to be half asleep and half awake all the time.When half asleep and half awake, there will be fragments of dreams, in which there is himself and He Ruolong.Scene after scene, the dream was full of good times, and the words of the two vowed to each other rang in his ears.So many touching words of love, you looked into my eyes and I looked into your eyes when you said it, could it be fake?

Xiaolu couldn't figure it out, he found that there were too many things in this world that he couldn't figure out.

Everything is not according to the reason, not according to the promise, the world is ever-changing, only he is the most stupid.

Cheng Tingli ran around for a day and a night, but because he returned triumphantly, he was refreshed and never tired.A while ago, he fought against the Japanese in the north. The battle was not successful, and there was almost an internal strife, so he sent his son to Nanjing.

He was the only one left in the house, he didn't make a sound, and the whole building could be quite quiet.He washed and changed his clothes slowly. He was wrapped in a nightgown and sat in the small living room. The floor-length curtains in front of him were drawn left and right by the servants, revealing the dim dawn scenery outside the window—the sky was a little cloudy, and he thought it might be a rainy day today. .

Raising Erlang's legs and leaning back, he picked up the hot coffee and took a sip.An adjutant knelt aside on one knee, holding a white porcelain plate in front of him with both hands.There was hot and crisp toast on the plate, and on the white porcelain plate, he took a sip of coffee and bread, and ate a simple breakfast unwillingly.

Then he took the napkin and wiped his mouth. Looking at the sky outside the window, he asked, "How is Xiaolu doing now?"

The adjutant replied softly: "I put the bath water for Master Lu, and prepared all the clean clothes. It's just that Master Lu locked the door after entering the room, and there has been no movement."

Cheng Tingli nodded, and then replied flatly: "He is tired, let him sleep."

Sitting in the bathtub, Xiao Lu suddenly remembered that he hadn't bathed for several days.It was a very hot day, and he was busy running around day and night every day. He was sweating all over his body. The sweat penetrated the military uniform and was dried in the sun.

In addition, he also had wounds on his exposed skin, all of which were flesh wounds. He was unconscious before, but now that he sat in the water for a long time, he felt the slightest bit of pain.Looking down at his hands, he suddenly smiled, because it was funny to see his hands - a boundary line at the wrist, with black and white on both sides of the boundary line.The index fingernail of my right hand is missing a piece, and I don't know when it was missing. I only know the pain when I see it in my eyes.

Picking up the soap and dabbing it on his head, he remembered that he almost shot this head yesterday.Fortunately, he didn't die, otherwise it would be a joke—I died in love, and my son died in love, all for the sake of men, how ridiculous and shameful!

After washing off the soap scum all over his head and body, Xiaolu got up and put on his thin pajamas.After leaving the bathroom and entering the bedroom, he walked to the big bed and sat down.Looking out the window for a moment of silence, he didn't know what to think, so he didn't think about anything.

Lifting his legs to lie on the bed, he lay down, and with his eyes closed, the world was spinning.

The deer slept until noon.

When he was about to wake up in a daze, he heard a faint sound around him, as if someone was drinking water and flipping through newspapers, the voice was soft.Fumbling forward and stretching out a hand, he subconsciously thought: "Why did Ruolong wake up so early?"

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes because he heard a familiar laugh.Struggling to sit up, he looked at Cheng Tingli in front of him and remembered that he had already locked the bedroom door.

Cheng Tingli was still wrapped in a nightgown, half lying and half sitting on a big pillow.Looking up at Xiaolu and smiling, he put a newspaper in his hand on the low bedside cabinet: "Are you awake?"

Xiao Lu stared at him blankly, and said, "Godfather."

Cheng Tingli raised his hand and waved at him: "Come here!"

Xiaolu looked at him stupidly, but did not move, so Cheng Tingli stretched out his hand, and pulled him to his side without any politeness.His actions are not polite, but his words are gentle, warm like the wind in early summer: "Little thing, do you see how you have spoiled yourself for He Ruolong? My godfather is really angry and distressed when he sees it."

Then he pointed at the deer's chest: "But, your heart is cruel enough. Anyway, your godfather raised you from a young age, and you dare to shoot at your godfather for the sake of an outsider. You are not afraid of the shells." Eyeless, blow up the godfather?"

When Xiao Lu heard this, he wanted to say that he didn't know that he had also reached the front line, but after thinking about it, he felt that this defense was meaningless.

Seeing that he hung his head and remained silent, Cheng Tingli changed his tone from gentle to stern: "Do you still remember the agreement between you and me?"

Xiao Lu nodded this time, guessing that he should also talk about this.

Seeing his quick response, Cheng Tingli pressed him a step further and asked, "I would like to accept the bet. If you lose, do you accept?"

Xiao Lu nodded again - originally he could not accept death, since he was a child, he was afraid of this thing.However, now that things have happened, the spirit of being competitive in his heart has suddenly dissipated, and his life is at the disposal of others, as if it has nothing to do with him.

Besides, he did make a contract with Cheng Tingli, and once he said a word, it was hard to follow.

Slowly raised his head and looked at Cheng Tingli, he said in a hoarse voice, "Now?"

After hearing this, Cheng Tingli didn't understand, and smiled at him suspiciously: "What?"

The little deer opened his eyes wide, and there was no light in his pupils. He stared straight at the person, but at the same time he didn't seem to be looking at anything: "Do you want to sleep with me now?"

Cheng Tingli stared at him with a smile, and after a while, shook his head: "No, you are my sweetheart, I got you so easily, how could I be so hasty..."

Leaning forward and bringing his lips to Xiaolu's ear, he suppressed the remaining half of the sentence into an ambiguous low tone: "Did you eat?"

The deer didn't move, and there was no expression on his face. He just said, "I hope it's at night, don't turn on the lights."

Cheng Tingli put his chin on Xiaolu's shoulder: "Why?"

Xiaolu replied: "I don't want others to see my body."

Cheng Tingli smiled: "He Ruolong hasn't seen it either?"

Xiaolu shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

Cheng Tingli closed his eyes, and snorted the answer lazily: "The wedding night, of course it is at night. Deer, don't worry, I will choose an auspicious day for us. You are different, you are me Tianzi No. [-]."

After saying this, he turned his face and kissed the fawn's neck, his voice was loud and joyful.

In the afternoon, the deer walked around the house and stood by the window looking out.The bedroom is located on the third floor of the top floor, condescending, and you can see far away.The lawn of this yard is green and neat, and the style is similar to all Cheng Tingli's mansions in Tianjin.Several adjutants were standing in the yard playing and playing. They were all young and beautiful. They took off their military uniform jackets to reveal their snow-white shirts. They were heartless, just laughing and making noise.

The deer looked at them, thinking that he would be like them in the future, wearing some nice clothes, speaking nicely, like a bird or a dog, making people happy and waiting for people to hurt.

He looked down on these people, and even now, he still looks down on them.

But when I asked him what to do next, he was at a loss and didn't know.

He doesn't remember his birthday, he only knows that he is 22 years old this year. For a 22-year-old youth, what he knows and what he can do is so limited, and his only enthusiasm and courage are exhausted by that person far away.

At the same time, Cheng Tingli was leisurely flipping through the calendar in the small living room downstairs.There were so many good days and auspicious days lately that he couldn't decide which one to choose.