A little sweet text

When he woke up, Jing Zhuo was really startled.

Doesn't it take at least one night to wake up after being dizzy? !

Not daring to open his eyes, he relaxed his eyelids and narrowed his eyelids to look around. It was pitch black, but there was a very weak light bulb above his head.

It should be in a small tent, the door of the tent is not closed, and there are lumps of equipment outside.

In that room?

There is a person sitting on the small stool beside him, it is the figure from the beginning, with red hair on his head, who is holding Jing Zhuo's cell phone.

I don't know what's funny to see, but I have a demented smile on my face.

Jing Zhuo closed his eyes in despair and stopped looking at the dementia. He felt his numb body, his wrists were tied behind his back, and he didn't feel any pain if he didn't move, but his forehead was burning hot.

It seems that these big brothers who acted in gangster movies couldn't bear to see him knocked unconscious on the wall, so they didn't kill him again.

Jing Zhuo quickly organized his thoughts.

It seems that these mysterious people will not let him go, kidnap and blackmail?Retaliation|society|society?Find someone to block you when you're full?

After pondering for a long time, I still haven't figured out their motives, but what I can guess is that these people set up tents in the abandoned workshop, and they must have some shady activities, and the "he" just now refers to plainclothes policemen in all likelihood some type of.

Now is not the time to find out what these people are up to, first you have to get out.

The room is not big, and it should not be far from the door or the window. If there is no one else outside the tent, it should be possible to jump up and kick the red hair down before escaping, but he is not sure whether he can flexibly go through the window with his current injury. out……

The mind was spinning rapidly, and the red hair unexpectedly burst into laughter.

Can you respect others!

Jing Zhuo strained his ears to listen to the sounds outside, as if there was no one there.

The down jacket was taken off for no reason, and it is very cold now, a gust of wind blows over, Jing Zhuo shivered.

There is a draft, windows and doors should be open.

As soon as he made this judgment, Hongmao kicked him: "Hey, stop pretending."

Jing Zhuo opened his eyes, and was surprised to find that the red hair was actually a child, who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Hong Mao threw his mobile phone on the ground, stepped on it, took out a pack of wedding wholesale cigarettes that cost five yuan a pack from his pocket, took two puffs and pinched it, took Jing Zhuo's down jacket and took out the pocket handle twice He took out his cigarette and held it up to the lamp to have a look, and he smoked it satisfactorily.

The tent was very quiet, Jing Zhuo looked at him quietly, and he smoked quietly.

Then the red hair took out of his pocket again, took out a small packet of powder, dipped a little bit of it with his finger and put it under his nose.

Jing Zhuo suddenly understood what these people were doing, and also understood what happened to Hongmao's trance-like smirk just now.

The red-haired kid kept his head down after sucking it, and then raised it up after a while, looking at Jing Zhuo: "Shall we talk?"

"Talk." Jing Zhuo moved, and it was only when he tried this that his whole body hurt.

"The boss is outside, be more honest." Hongmao said, "How did you find this place?"

I'm looking for your uncle's ass!

"I," Jing Zhuo tried his best not to irritate this person, "on the way home, my hand took a picture of the house, and then I was tied up here, do you understand?"

"Fart your mother." Hongmao kicked him in the ribs and crushed him, "You are so awesome, ask a woman to lure us out and arrest us again. Is there someone else this time?"

Jing Zhuo was startled, only then did he realize that these four were in the same group as the lemon chicken feet who asked Cheng Xinran to go to the Internet cafe earlier.

That is to say, when those were sent in, there were still people watching in the dark.

Jing Zhuo is now very grateful for saving Cheng Xinran.

"Can you let go first?" Jing Zhuo looked down at the feet stepping on him.

The red hair actually took his leg away: "We haven't shut our mouths, if you have a better plan, you can talk about it."

This was discussed with others, Jing Zhuo was speechless and at the same time thought about it seriously: "Can your elder brother accept me as a younger brother?"

"Fuck you." Hong Mao kicked him again with a smile.

He seemed to be quite bored, and after a while he wanted to chat with Jing Zhuo: "My elder brother will be back in a while, do you have any last words for me to hear?"

"I haven't killed anyone yet, tell me something quickly, are you afraid?" Hongmao looked very excited.

"I don't feel it." Jing Zhuo said.

In fact, my heart was beating very fast, and my brain was running at high speed. After watching so many horror movies, suspense movies, police movies, dog-blood TV series, I could always think of a way.

"Are you gay?" Red Hair interrupted his train of thought.

Jing Zhuo seemed to know what he was grabbing with his mobile phone just now: "...um."

"Damn." Hongmao looked at him curiously, "Why don't you wear lipstick?"

"Can we talk about something meaningful before I die?" Jing Zhuo asked.

"Oh." Hongmao asked again, "That cannon is your boyfriend...friend?"

Jing Zhuo really wanted to scold you for fucking your boyfriend, so he held back: "No."

"Oh," said Red, "may I try?"

"Try what?" Jing Zhuo couldn't keep up with his train of thought, that thing really hurt his head.

"Can you fuck?" Red Hair asked.

Jing Zhuo was startled by his naivety and ignorance of being thrown into a mental hospital and being disgusted by others.

From a strange angle, why don't you ask for instructions if you're already tied up?Make you polite?

Jing Zhuo decided to find a breakthrough from this polite idiot: "Okay, you untie it for me first."

"You think I'm stupid, don't you!" Hong Mao shouted angrily.

"... Keep your voice down." Jing Zhuo said, "It's not loose, can you find a suitable place, as long as you can stand on it."

The red hair looked at him suspiciously.

"I can't do without standing, I have undergone surgery, and the structure is special." Jing Zhuo began to talk nonsense.

Sure enough, there was no one outside the tent, the doors and windows were open, about ten steps away from them.

The red hair became impatient, glanced at the door, and stretched his hand up his trousers.

Jing Zhuo didn't say a word, Hongmao dared to come outside the tent to show that no one was guarding outside, and it was too easy to solve this idiot.

The moment the red-haired belt drooped, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked——

The blood was soaring directly, and the miserable howling like killing a pig resounded through the entire alley.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

Jing Zhuo glanced at the red hair rolling all over the floor, quickly ran to the window, and squatted on the abandoned workbench.

With their hands tied, they jumped off, most of them landing on their faces.

But as soon as his upper body stretched out of the window, his neck was stabbed with a knife.

The blade was pressed tightly, and there was a slight pain.

Jing Zhuo lowered his eyes to look at the big man with a gloomy face, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

It’s over.

Only then did he realize that he was too confident that he could escape, and he ignored that this was not a fucking TV show. The person holding the murder weapon lightly wiped his neck, and he didn't even have time to release the revolving door before he died.

The fear of hindsight made him a little unsteady, and he couldn't even put his hands on the window sill. At this time, several people ran in from the door behind him.

The collar is wet|it's bloody.

Jing Zhuo gritted his teeth, and when he was wondering if he could fall backwards, he used his little night vision to see a silver light suddenly flashing in front of the big guy's neck.

In the night, the reflection looked extraordinarily bright, like a special effect.

Jing Zhuo felt that the big man froze obviously.

"Throw away the knife." In the silence of the big brother and the younger brothers behind Jing Zhuo, a panting but calm voice sounded.

How should I put it, the moment I heard Cheng Luo's voice, in addition to shock and peace of mind, there was also a sense of "I knew it was impossible to die so inexplicably" as a matter of course.

Cheng Luo stared at Jing Zhuo who was precariously standing on the window with a pensive face, his hands were not polite at all, avoiding the vital points on the big man's neck, and rubbed his fingers against the back of the knife vigorously, feeling the familiar feeling of the skin being cut open under the knife.

The big man probably didn't expect that there really was a group, or that this group didn't have a wooden warehouse and didn't mobilize other police forces, but went into battle with cold weapons like them, and couldn't turn their heads.

Cheng Luo didn't have the patience to wait for his reaction, so he quickly raised the scalpel and stabbed him in front of his eyes, and tightened his neck with one hand: "Throw away the knife!"

This voice almost shook Jing Zhuo down, and the two younger brothers who were at a loss in the room shouted: "Brother! Throw it away!"

When the scalpel was about to poke into his eye socket, Jing Zhuo finally saw the opportunity and dropped the big knife with his knee.

Before he let out a sigh of relief, the half-pained red hair behind him finally stood up, grabbed a steel stick and rushed towards Jingzhuo without hesitation: "I'll chop you up!"

The big man was about to attack Cheng Luo's head with his elbow when he fought back, when the knife flashed and his tendons were cut off.

Cheng Luo kicked the big man to the ground, and quickly reached out to Jing Zhuo: "Jump!"

It was indeed face down, but it missed the ground, and Cheng Luo caught him firmly.

Hongmao also turned over and swung the steel rod wildly.

Cheng Luo grabbed the big guy and stood up to block the stick. When Hongmao hesitated, he snatched the stick from his hand and slashed back at his shoulder.

Only after chopping did he see Hongmao's bare, bloody leg, and he was stunned for a moment before quickly turning his head to look at Jing Zhuo.

Jing Zhuo's face was covered with blood, and he leaned against the wall and bowed his body in a collapsed state.

The sound of a motorcycle engine can be heard in the distance.

The remaining two younger brothers jumped towards the window, and before they had time to turn their hands up, Cheng Luo gave each one a stick like whack-a-mole.

The big man is worthy of being the big brother. He can stand up even when the whole army is wiped out and his tendon is cut off. With red eyes like crazy, he picks up the knife from the ground with a roar.

The blue and red lights at the entrance of the alley flashed, and Jing Zhuo saw clearly that this knife was a very authentic machete.

It is estimated that it was originally used to solve him.

Cheng Luo was still holding the steel rod and before he could turn his head, the knife was already on the back of his neck.

The ribs were in great pain, the blood flowing from his forehead blurred his vision, and his hands had no ability to attack, but Jing Zhuo didn't hesitate for a second, and rushed towards Cheng Luo.

When he ran towards Cheng Luo, he didn't think about anything, and he would run with all his strength if he were someone else.

But the weird thought that flashed past was not about you saving me and I saving you, nor was it about instinct or loyalty, but about the person in front of him who worked so hard for him, he must never lose it.

The drug den deep in the village was wiped out for ten years, and two young people fought bravely against the bandits.

Jing Zhuo was lying on a hospital bed in the hospital, watching the headlines and trending search lists on his mobile phone in the same city.

There is a TV hanging in the ward, and the local station is also reporting this, and there is also a picture of the coded drug lord leader being shot dead on the spot.

Fortunately, the police acted quickly at that time, otherwise Cheng Luo's knife would not have been on the back but on the back of the neck.

"Shao, can you teach me how to sleep on my stomach?" Cheng Luo lay on his stomach on the hospital bed next to him, with a pillow under his chin. The chrysalis came and went, and there was nowhere to rest his face.

Jing Zhuo looked away from the TV and turned to look at him.

There was a horrible knife wound on his firm and smooth back, and he had stitches. The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was turned on very high, and it was still cold to the touch.

Jing Zhuo withdrew his hand.

Cheng Luo gave up finding the correct posture to sleep on his stomach, and simply planted his face into the pillow, saying in a muffled voice, "Don't move around, be careful of rib dislocation."

From entering the hospital in the early morning until the ward was quiet again after finishing the transcript, Jing Zhuo didn't speak to Cheng Luo.

He was in a trance, everything was like a dream last night, and he saw the whole process of the big man being shot dead, he felt a little terrified in his heart, and felt flustered for a while when he thought about it.

And I don't know how to speak, no words can convey the meaning.

Now he has a strong urge to hug Cheng Luo hard.

This is the first thing to do when you recover.Jing Zhuo recorded it in the memo.

"...Cheng Luo." Jing Zhuo put down the phone and turned to him again.

"Hmm." Cheng Luo's voice was muffled in the pillow.

"You..." Jing Zhuo pulled out a thread from the mess, "How did you find it there?"

"I couldn't get through the phone. At first I thought you couldn't see the road and fell into the river." Cheng Luo said, "There is no hole in the river, so I followed the road to find it, and heard screams at the entrance of the alley."

It was Hong Mao who called to kill a pig at that time, and now Hong Mao is also in the hospital, and the bottom is useless.

Jing Zhuo was silent for a while: "Now I owe you a favor."

What I think in my heart is a hug, and what I say is this sentence.

Fuck your uncle, can this mouth speak!

"I owe it." Cheng Luo smiled, "It's not easy to pay back favors from me."

Jing Zhuo was anxious for a while because of his ability to express in reverse, and he was a little unscrupulous: "Then... if it's hard to pay back, I can always stay by your side..."

Cheng Luo raised his head from the pillow, squinted his eyes and looked at him: "I don't understand."

Jing Zhuo leaned back, looked away, stared at the ceiling as if dead, and took a deep breath: "Thank you this time."

"I didn't expect you to work so hard. The thing that hurts me the most is that you are injured."

"This 'by your side' is permanently valid, and you can use other relationships, such as...friends."

"What about it?" Cheng Luo asked.

"I don't know anymore." After Jing Zhuo said this, he was a little bit hollowed out, and his head tilted to one side, "Freedom to play."

Unexpectedly, the drug nest was brought in, and the media, big and small, came to the hospital for interviews, but the two declined. They don't have to go out or go to work these days, and the two of them are companions in the double ward of the wounded nest.

Cheng Luo didn't tell his family, and asked Cheng Xinran to keep it a secret for him.

It was different with my colleagues. During the day when there was no cleanliness at all, Jing Zhuo’s colleague Cheng Luo and his former colleagues discovered that there were not enough small benches in the ward, and the flowers and fruit baskets by the bedside were stacked on the floor.

An Wei was surprised when he saw Jing Zhuo: "Why is it you again?"

It's hard for Jing Zhuo to explain: "It's a coincidence."

"The two of you have really gone through a lot of wind and waves." An Wei clicked his tongue, "It's hard to justify the reputation of the world without leaving some brotherly love and fighting gangsters together."

Not only colleagues, but also students from Jing Zhuo's No. 20 Middle School.Anything that happened in the small county town was spread all over the street, and there was no way to keep a low profile. When more than [-] student representatives squeezed into the ward, the nurses were startled.

Cheng Xinran, who was the leader, sat by her brother's hospital bed and listened to Jing Zhuo repeating the scene for countless times. The class monitor and Huang Chengzhi moved a big box and put it next to Jing Zhuo. Gifts are given by students.

Jing Zhuo instructed the two of them to move the box under the window, and transferred the money to the class monitor to let him buy candy and snacks for the whole class on Christmas Eve.

More than 20 people were immediately overjoyed, saying "Brother Jing is the best".

The atmosphere in the ward was particularly cheerful, Jing Zhuo was so infected that he wanted to laugh, he covered his ribs and tilted his head amidst the twittering to look at Cheng Xinran who was yelling to cancel homework and Cheng Luo next to him.

"Stop!" After Cheng Luo finished speaking, the room fell silent immediately, "Don't make your teacher laugh, your ribs are still hurt."

A group of students nodded quickly, and quietly listened to Jing Zhuo explain the whole process before preparing to leave.

"Be honest when I'm not here." Jing Zhuo showed them the monitoring screen in the corridor with his mobile phone, "I took a screenshot of Li Chen smoking yesterday, and I saw the fight with a stool, and Wang Chang went to the next class to find a girl , people don't give you a look, so don't stick to you."

"In the evening self-study, there are people who play mobile phones and read novels, don't think I don't know." Jing Zhuo said, "During this period of time, I will put on eyeliner, maybe I will ask you to borrow your mobile phone to borrow novels at the same table, and everything that should not appear in the classroom Put it away for me and don't take it out."

The students were terrified, and obediently responded and left the ward.

The night finally calmed down, and the two supported each other to wash up.

This support was very ineffective. One had to straighten his back and could neither bend forward nor stretch backward, while the other moved forward with his head and upper body stiff.

So it is very troublesome when one hand slips and does not hold the towel.

Both of them stood upright, staring down at the towel quietly laid on the floor.

Jing Zhuo tried to straighten his upper body to pick it up, and almost fell to his knees on the ground.

I searched all over the house but couldn't find a long strip that could pick up the towel.

He returned to the sink and sighed: "Can I use yours?"

Cheng Luo stood upright in front of the mirror, spread the towel on his face, and began to scrub him.

It's a bit awkward to wipe his wound sideways like this, Cheng Luo pulled his shoulders towards him, and the two became standing face to face.

A little awkward, Jing Zhuo simply closed his eyes, and felt the wet towel wipe his face without moving.

A laugh came from close in front of him.

"What are you laughing at?" Jing Zhuo opened his eyes slightly.

"I remembered that when the cat was bathed, it splashed water." Cheng Luo was still smiling, "You are very good."

Jing Zhuo glared at him and was covered with a towel just as he was about to speak.

It looks good to be wiped like this, but she was more than a little bit fierce when she was training the students just now.

Cheng Luo wrung out the towel and hung it up, pinched his face: "Teacher, do I have candy for Christmas?"

"Look at the performance." Jing Zhuo said.

"Give me a standard."

"First of all, don't pinch the teacher's face." Jing Zhuo walked out of the bathroom, "How did you spend Christmas before?"

"Live normally." Cheng Luo said with a smile behind him, "Go shopping, have a meal, make an appointment for sex or something."

Jing Zhuo's footsteps paused.

The warmth of wiping his face just now dissipated instantly, and the corners of his mouth lost their curvature.

"If you're injured like this, then you won't be able to make an appointment this year." Jing Zhuo sat on his bed, exerting a little force, causing his ribs to hurt.

They've already made an appointment and still pretend to be innocent and ask for sweets, so stay where they are cool.

If it weren't for the sentence that Cheng Luo added later, it's ordinary to go shopping, have a meal, make an appointment for a sex, Jing Zhuo might really try to spend the festival with him as much as he is used to, and try to be satisfied as much as he can.

But people just said it casually, after all, if they were not injured, they would have just waved out, right?

What is more obvious than the rib pain is the sudden depression, Jing Zhuo himself doesn't know what he is depressed about.

Unequal relationship?Is he just a part of his ordinary life?

Then why did he get a knife in the back and almost die for an ordinary gun|friend and drug dealer?

I don't know how many times this is, every time he thought he was very close to Cheng Luo, Cheng Luo could easily push him away with a word and a move.

Jing Zhuo frowned, and even suddenly regretted asking that sentence.

"Yeah." Cheng Luo responded lightly, with the same tone of chatting as usual, he smiled, "I couldn't go out to have a fight, isn't it because of you."

"What's wrong with me?" Jing Zhuo regretted after asking smoothly, his mouth is sometimes very uncontrollable.

Sure enough, Cheng Luo sat on the bed and picked up his phone and flicked casually: "It's a bit wicked to go outside to look for a solid gun if you have it."

"You are already very wicked." After Jing Zhuo finished speaking, he lay down and pulled the quilt on as fast as he could.

"Why?" Cheng Luo glanced at the strip-shaped quilt on the adjacent bed.

There was no more movement in the house.

Cheng Luo didn't ask any more questions, and turned off the lights and lay down to play with his phone.

Jing Zhuo felt the feeling of sulking in his heart, and when Mimi was about to fall asleep, he heard Cheng Luo ask, "Do you care about me a little?"

Jing Zhuo ignored his ribs, sat up abruptly, and looked straight at Cheng Luo: "...What did you say just now?"

"You care about me." Cheng Luo arbitrarily replaced it with an affirmative sentence.

The ward is on the top floor, and there are almost no people in the corridor after midnight, so it is very quiet now.

Jing Zhuo opened his mouth, but found that in this quiet night, in the small ward, he couldn't go against his heart and say "I care about your size" as usual.

"Isn't it?" Shocked by the conclusion of his own words, Cheng Luo was still seductive from the sidelines.

Yes, it's your freedom to shoot whatever you want before, but I don't like it when I hear it.

"Yes." Jing Zhuo's voice was very soft.

The ward was silent again.After a while, Cheng Luo asked, "You also care about the past?"

Jing Zhuo was a little confused by him, wondering if Cheng Luo took his initial persona of "bed|with a lot of getting out of bed ruthless" seriously.

This person made him feel dangerous, pulled him into a dangerous place that couldn't get any closer, and then let go in vain, falling or landing safely was all up to him.

But from fall to midwinter, from late night emergency surgery to out of bed.

Obviously Jing Zhuo didn't take it seriously from the beginning, but when he was covered in cold sweat and realized that he was about to fall, he didn't know when he slowly fell into this trap.

Is it from the week in the dormitory at the medical school?From that hug after dealing with the old lady's funeral?Or the bottle of warm beer in the middle of a cold winter night and "will you come back to me next time"?

Or he overestimated his defense from the beginning, ignorant of it.

"...Yes." Jing Zhuo was in a state of confusion, "Go to sleep."

"It's only nine o'clock." Cheng Luo's voice was as lazy as usual, with a little hoarseness, and his emotions sounded very light, "Let's chat for a while?"