Faraway Wanderers

At the end of the trip, Wen Ke couldn't put Long Que's body down from the bed with the big iron pillars stuck on it, so he had to light the bed together, kill people and set fire to them, and carry out this evil deed full of evil to the end.

Standing not far away, Zhang Chengling looked at the burning smoke, and suddenly his nose felt sour, feeling inexplicably sad.At this time, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and Zhang Chengling looked up dimly, only to see Zhou Zishu's eyes shining with fire. He didn't know whether it was sadness or joy, and he didn't know whether he was saying to him or to himself: "Why cry, how can people not die?"

This is the rivers and lakes. Some people laugh and drink wildly. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains run rampant without a trace. Some people walk to the end silently in such a deserted place. Send him to the cold and desolate Huangquan Road.Every day, there are teenagers who are ecstatic to get one step closer to their dreams, and every day, some people die.

The three of them settled down in the Puppet Villa. Wen Kexing found a big stone and erected it in front of the small cell whose walls were all blackened. The date is said to be written slowly until the beginning of spring next year.

Zhou Zishu sneered and refused to comment, Zhang Chengling heard it, but faintly rejoiced - the day before he thought this place was full of traps and everywhere was weird, but now he felt that this place was like a paradise, and he didn't have to work hard with anyone, You don't need to be chased by anyone to run away, you just practice kung fu every day and get scolded by the master in a daze...you can just scold him, anyway, the master can't really chop off his head and use it as a chamber pot. One truth too.

There are a few rooms next to the cell, some are guest rooms, some seem to be occupied by servants, but they have been shabby for a long time without people living in them. Zhang Chengling hastily tidied it up in order to express his filial piety— ——Although it was still very unsightly, but the few people were used to the sky and the ground, so they just made do with it.

That night, when Zhou Zishu lay down and was about to fall asleep in a daze, he heard the door "squeak" open, a gust of cold wind came in, and was quickly closed by the man. Zhou Zishu woke up immediately , I didn't feel sleepy at all, but for some reason, I didn't open my eyes, as if I didn't care.

Wen Kexing hugged the quilt, smiled meanly and lasciviously, stood beside his bed and said: "There is really no room for people in my room, there is a doll in the corner, with a head full of cobwebs, like a little ghost, lying on the bed Open your eyes and stare at him..."

Zhou Zishu closed his eyes and interrupted him: "You can turn him around."

Wen Kexing put down the quilt in his hand, and said, "I'm not interested in the puppet's butt, you go in and make room for me."

Zhou Zishu fell silent and pretended to be dead.

Wen Kexing educated: "Axu, you must be sympathetic to be a human being. You keep saying that you should accumulate virtue and do good deeds. The two of us will live and die together. You and I have been together for such a long time, and we don't even want to share half of the bed. Is it appropriate? "

Zhou Zishu opened his eyes and glanced at him, and said, "I didn't think it was suitable just now, but now I think it is very suitable..."

His voice stopped suddenly - because Wen Kexing decided to act faster than his heart, he did it himself, he insisted on putting his hands under his legs and shoulders, lifted him up, moved him three feet in, and finally He sat down cheerfully, and lay down like a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

There was a sigh of contentment at the end.

The bed was not small, but as soon as he squeezed onto it, people felt that it was almost difficult to turn over. Zhou Zishu froze imperceptibly, and turned over as if nothing had happened, turned his back to him, and turned himself I stuffed it under the quilt, as if I couldn't wait to sleep, but opened my eyes the moment I turned around, feeling that I couldn't close them anyway.

Wen Kexing seems to think that his bed is very comfortable, turning over and moving, like a big monkey scratching its head, but this place is only so big, the other side can't wait to make a small earthquake on the bed if he farts , Zhou Zishu could feel every movement he made, and felt a sudden rush of anxiety in his heart, wishing he could kick him off.

After a while, Wen Kexing finally stopped. Zhou Zishu forced himself to close his eyes, trying to ignore the people behind him, but Wen Kexing suddenly said, "Axu..."

Zhou Zishu ignored him, and then he heard the sound of hair rubbing against the pillow, probably the man turned his head to look at his back. Thinking of this, Zhou Zishu suddenly felt uncomfortable on his back, as if there was a small bug As if crawling over, Wen Kexing paused, and found that Zhou Zishu didn't intend to speak up, so he stretched out a Lushan claw, put it lightly on Zhou Zishu's side waist, and called softly: " Ah Xu..."

Zhou Zishu's hairs stood on end immediately, he turned around angrily, and cursed: "Are you going to sleep? If you don't, go back to your own room and talk to that dummy!"

Wen Kexing leaned on his own bent arm, turned his face sideways, looked at him, and said confidently, "I'm here, and you're going to sleep without saying a word. Don't you know that I have something wrong with you?"

Zhou Zishuxin said that this person was so shameless that no one had ever seen him before, and he couldn't think of anything to say to him. The dog paw that Wen Kexing put on his waist seemed to be obediently motionless, pointing But Jian rubbed against the spot for a while, Zhou Zishu subconsciously wanted to slap his hand away, but seeing Wen Kexing's appearance of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, he changed his mind and turned over again Lie down, with the intention of sleeping to death, and said: "You do what you want."

He held up the corpse with great determination.

Wen Kexing fiddled with it for a while, and seeing that he was indeed a rare master in the world, with full concentration, he also smiled silently behind him, and gently closed his eyes.

In the middle of the night, Wen Kexing suddenly felt the people around him twitch very slightly, and immediately woke up, knowing that it was midnight.

Xu Shi was cold and the quilt was not warm, so they fell asleep, and the two rolled together. Zhou Zishu's back was slightly bent, and it looked as if he was in his arms. Zhou Zishu would never sleep in the middle of the night. I've been used to it for a long time, only when I opened my eyes and heard the breathing of the people next to me, I remembered that there was such a person beside me, and I was a little embarrassed, so I ran away without thinking, but the two internal injuries on my body made him unable to pull up the strength, so he had to die He gritted his teeth and endured.

Wen Kexing frowned, tightened his arms, raised his upper body slightly, and placed a palm on his back, but he didn't dare to act rashly, and only asked softly, "Why, does it hurt?"

Zhou Zishu didn't speak, but unconsciously bent his back even more, and gripped his fingers tightly into the bedding - every day was the most severe at this moment of midnight and night, after which, he could adjust his breath and feel better.

He closed his eyes, and in the cold winter months, fine sweat broke out on his forehead, trying to breathe as flat and slow as possible, but even so, Wen Kexing could still hear some unsteady tremors between his breaths.

He silently embraced Zhou Zishu's entire shoulders, put his other hand around his waist, and asked him to rest his head on his chest, as if he was holding a child who was having a nightmare, and gently comforted him. looking at his back.

Zhou Zishu was a rare obedience.

At that moment, they were all awake, but they were silent. Weiyang passed by the window in a long night, and the time and pain seemed extremely long, so long... that it must be unforgettable.

Zhou Zishu was a little numb in his mind, thinking that during the day they would disrupt each other, but at night it would be like this, as if they depended on each other, isn't this impermanence?