two

Pain brings pleasure to the body, and night adds a catalyst to pleasure.

Pain gushed out of the plaster-wrapped arm one after another, gurgling continuously, and rushed to the chest, neck and scalp, gnawing at him quietly and forcefully.

Yuan Mu saw the sea in his dream, it was vast and silent.

Lying flat on his back on the bed, the pain brought him back to the dreamland, the ebb and flow of the tide controlled his breathing.

It is completely different from the pain caused by the razor blades on the thighs and wrists before. It is a small stream running through the brain, sometimes sharp, and often has noises. It is not as warm and quiet as it is now.

Yuan Mu could hear moths fluttering their wings outside the window, making a crisp crashing sound when they hit a wall, just like the sound of overripe fruit falling on the concrete floor.

Is the moth's body so hard?won't it hurt?Why does it hurt and keep bumping?

Eighty percent of it is because the night is too long and wide, and I am bored, so I can only have fun with myself.

Then there seems to be no difference between the current him and it, Yuan Mu changed his mind to express his understanding to the moth.

When the hour hand of the clock turns to 3, the regular impact sound disappears.

Yuan Mu waited for a few minutes, got out of bed with the flashlight on the bedside table, opened the window and waved the light beam, and searched carefully a few times.

He wondered if the moths were dead.

No body was seen.

He turned off the light and closed the window, unscrewed the small white bottle next to the pillow, took out a painkiller and swallowed it dryly, crawled into the middle of the bed, pulled the quilt and closed his eyes to go to sleep.

The hour hand turns to 6, and the sky is cloudy and gray.

Yuan Cha also went to school today, but he didn't get up as early as Yuan Mu.

He was sitting on the sofa eating bread and sorting out his exercise books when he heard Fang Qiong telling Yuan Cha to remember to add a thin coat.

He looked down at the short sleeves on his body, and swallowed the last bite of bread mixed with milk.

A heavy rain poured down, and it wouldn't go away for a few days.

The water on the ground returned to the air, and the fog was dense.

Yuan Mu didn't want to walk, and planned to wait for the bus at the bus station.

Yawning, he walked out of the corridor, and vaguely saw a person standing in front of him.

Walking a few more steps along the street, Qiu Yu stood at the end of the fog.

There was actually a sunrise today, and at this second, the clouds and mists were peeled off, and the bright yellow sunlight slantedly hit the metal pole of the blue warning sign beside Qiu Yu, reflecting a string of shimmering light, casting it on Qiu Yu's black short T front.

There were still a few spots of light scattered on his face, Yuan Mu noticed that he frowned and closed his eyes.

This city is rainy and foggy, and the mouth and nose are stuffy all the year round, covering people's eyes—and it finally turns into a transparent giant swimming pool in this summer.

Damp, golden, with two suns.

Originally kicking the advertising paper stuck to the manhole cover, Qiu Yu stopped when she saw Yuan Mu appearing.

Due to inertia, the thin silver chain on the overalls was still rattling. Qiu Yu took his hand out of the loose trouser pocket and covered it calmly.

Yuan Mu walked up to Qiu Yu, and looked at his eyelashes covered with hot golden light, and his pupils were dyed bright amber by the light and shadow.

If he had known that he would meet Qiu Yu here, he would have swallowed painkillers at least three hours earlier last night.

Qiu Yu didn't speak, and Yuan Mu didn't speak either.

He lowered his head to take over from Qiu Yu's class, and competed with the advertising paper. It was inconvenient to hang plaster, so he changed kicking into rubbing and rubbing.

On the verge of success, the people close at hand are still silent.

The manhole cover was in a mess, Yuan Mu suddenly turned around and walked away.

Qiu Yu leaned over and grabbed his hand.

Grabbing his wrist and walking for a while without letting go, then the meaning of grabbing can become pulling.

When he was about to reach the bus stop, Yuan Mu's right arm was completely embraced by Qiu Yu. He rolled up his sleeve, and saw that the forearm was as clean and white as ever, and he let go of his hand as if he had achieved his goal.

"In summer, they still wear long clothes."

Qiu Yu said.

It turned out that it was not a pull, but a buffer between suspicion and confirmation.

Yuan Mu's mind was blank for a few seconds, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He hadn't touched a blade for a long time - in his memory, it should have been since he slept with Qiu Yu.

They had sex for the first time, not long after the beginning of this summer, when Qiu Yu pushed him back by the table, neither of them had time to take off their clothes, Qiu Yu even just untied the belt of the sports pants, while he A blue striped shirt was left hanging loosely on his body.

At that time, Qiu Yu fucked deeply, his legs were so weak that he was shaking, and he couldn't stand firmly.

And it hurts.

It is also uncomfortable to keep your thighs bumping against the edge of the table.

He heard him humming in pain, slowed down his movements, didn't pull it out, just wanted to pick him up and change his position.

The buttons burst one by one while being pulled, and Qiu Yu touched the bunch of slender scars on Yuan Mu's forearm.

It was obviously just a game between myself and myself, but when exposed to the eyes of others, it became an embarrassing secret.

"Because of the cold."

He spoke slowly.

"It's going to be hot at noon."

Qiu Yu flicked her fingers and helped him put down his sleeves.

"Then let's talk at noon."

Qiu Yu went around to the left, touched his bandage, and asked, "How did the clothes get in?"

The bus came staggeringly from a distance, Yuan Mu turned his head and looked at the queue to get on the bus, but did not answer his question.

Qiu Yu didn't care either, her footsteps stuck to him, and then mixed into the ranks of getting into the car.

As a result, the crowded crowd had problems at Qiu Yu's point. No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't walk fast, and he was separated from the people in front by two small steps for no reason.

The people behind let out an impatient "tsk".

Qiu Yu turned her head and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"Brother, hurry up! Take big strides!"

"Blind.

Didn't you see someone in front of me? "

"What you say, there are people in front of me, and I can walk fast!"

"So you stepped on my feet so much? You're not happy."

Choking him speechless, Qiu Yu turned his head and saw Yuan Mu staring at him in surprise.

Yuan Mu wondered why he got in the car too.

"Why, do you have to fight him?" Qiu Yu pointed behind her, urging Yuan Mu to leave in disguise.

After entering the carriage, Qiu Yu scratched her chin and smiled silently when she saw Yuan Mu handing over two banknotes to the conductor.

There are not many students in the summer, and the flow of people in the morning peak has been cut by half, but the power of office workers should not be underestimated.

Looking around, there were people piled up on the seats, and the armrests were also covered with fingers. Seeing that there was a tight pile of people going in, Qiu Yu pulled Yuan Mu back and let him stand in the gap on his left.

Qiu Yu turned sideways, holding the pole with one hand, and leaning on the back of the seat with the other, to prop up half of the space, and circle Yuan Mu in front of him, barely making room for his injured left arm.

"Yuan Mu."

Qiu Yu called him in a low voice.

And Yuan Mu is still thinking about Qiu Yu rolling his long sleeves, and has no desire to talk to him for the time being.

The bus was old, the driver shifted gears and started, causing the bus to stagger.

The whole car was like a forest caught in a storm, all tilted in one direction, and a series of exclamations burst out.

After Yuan Mu got into the car, he couldn't find anything to support him, so he kept his balance by tensing the muscles of his waist and legs.

This accident made him lose his stability and almost fell on someone else, but Qiu Yu stretched out his hand in time to pull him back.

This time he held his fingers tightly and didn't let go.

Yuan Mu turned to look at Qiu Yu.

Qiu Yu looked at him indifferently: "What's wrong?"

He squeezed his hand hard, like a provocation.

Yuan Mu turned back to stare out the window again, ignoring him.

Perhaps because he thought he had won, Qiu Yu's hoarse laughter behind him was particularly obvious.

Along the way, Qiu Yu knew that Yuan Mu's mood was not high, and he thought it was because the anger from the day before yesterday hadn't dissipated.

He expressed his dissatisfaction with Yuan Cha in front of Yuan Mu, and Yuan Mu had always been unwilling to be mentioned about his family affairs.

Later, they broke up unhappy, and before leaving, Yuan Mu asked him to take the bowl away, but Qiu Yu refused and asked him to return it himself.

As a result, Yuan Mu has not been sent to his home.

Thinking about it, Qiu Yu found that Yuan Mu didn't look out the window any more, and kept his head down, so he followed suit.

In childhood, people seem to be extremely interested in the possessiveness of others.

A child sat in his grandmother's arms, and observed that Yuan Mu was well protected by another person, so he couldn't help but provoke him.

The car seemed to be driving on a poor-quality spring bed, bouncing up and down. The child stretched out his legs and touched Yuan Mu's knee, scraping it back and forth with the rhythm of the drive, and looked up from time to time to pay attention to Yuan Mu's expression.

The child was having fun, and Qiu Yu lifted his meaty legs.

Yuan Mu patted the back of Qiu Yu's hand, then dusted off his pants: "Let's go."

He flicked his hand and followed him out of the car.

The station was a few hundred meters away from the school, and he followed him to the school at a pace.

Only now did Yuan Mu confirm that Qiu Yu seemed to be sending him to school.

"You can smile at everyone."

Qiu Yu said suddenly.

They were not close together, and there was still a gap between two people in the middle.

Yuan Mu glanced at him and kicked the green leaves under his feet.

It's not dry, why did you fall down?

He smiled at the child, Yuan Mu thought for a while and said, "He thought it was a game."

"except me."

Qiu Yu took his own words.

When we arrived at the school gate, there were only a few students in sight. It was too early now.

Yuan Mu looked around, turned around on his toes and walked back.

Qiu Yu stopped and stood there looking at him.

"Have you had breakfast?" Yuan Mu asked.

Qiu Yu got up at five o'clock today, and went downstairs to wait for someone after washing up.

He was afraid that Yuan Mu would be ahead of him, and also afraid that Yuan Mu would miss him.

He wanted to touch his belly and stomach, but he felt a little silly when he realized it. He twirled his hands in the air and put them back into his trouser pockets, walking towards Yuan Mu.

The fritters are fried in a small house of less than two square meters, and then two sets of tables and chairs are set up on the side of the road, and a canopy and umbrella are set up to form a simple stall.

Qiu Yu ordered three deep-fried dough sticks and a bowl of soy milk by himself, and Yuan Mu sat across from him to watch him eat, watching intently.

Qiu Yu chewed his food slowly, his movements were unhurried, and the number of students wearing school uniforms gradually increased, until finally someone trotted past them, and Yuan Mu didn't rush him.

The deep-fried dough sticks are crispy and the soy milk is fragrant, Qiu Yu is satisfied.

"Don't be angry with me, Teacher Yuan."

He put down his chopsticks and asked, "When do you plan to start making up lessons for me?"