Be nice, don't bite you

Like sinking into a false dream.

The pictures hidden deep in the memory slowly emerged, and the drunkenness mixed with wine suppressed the limbs. In this slightly drunken state, only the mind was awake.

Bo Xian's chest seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, soaked in the wine, burning and stuffy.

The person in front of me gradually coincided with the memory, and the clear eyebrows and eyes were the same as before.

In the dark alley, the boy who was forced to the corner had straight shoulders, stunning eyebrows and eyes, and his immaturity could not be concealed by his deliberately mature attire.

Four or five men surrounded him, and several of them confronted each other in a dark alley.

Across the street is a resplendent and resplendent clubhouse. The bright lights are bounded by the road, dividing the world into two.

One is bright and bright, and the other is cramped and dark.

"This little face is so tender. Those who learn to dance are different. Look at this figure."

"Aren't you quite willing when pouring wine, what are you pretending to do now?"

"Before his father was there, did he dare to say no?"

"I made it, it's the first time I've played with such a handsome man."

……

The neon lights at midnight are shining brightly at the entrance of the alley, and the scattered wine bottles on the ground reflect scaly spots, like a strange and strange world.

Half of the boy's face was hidden in the darkness, with his right hand behind his back. He was wearing a clean white shirt with the sleeves hanging down to cover the back of his hand.

Bo Xian sank to that night three years ago, watching those people approach Shi Xinglan, almost out of breath.

Fortunately, when he couldn't bear it now, he didn't continue to endure it back then.

It was a melee.

On an ordinary night, in a narrow alley, two boys of similar age were fighting side by side.

The 17-year-old Bo Xian didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and ushered in the first regrettable mistake in his career. He couldn't resolve it, and vented all his hostility on his opponent.

He was injured and died as expected, but his ruthless and crazy energy deeply frightened the other party.

When everyone was gone, he turned around and looked at the stunned boy, "Senior, you dance so beautifully."

Bo Xian couldn't laugh or cry, it turned out that the first sentence he said to Shi Xinglan back then was this. Sure enough, even being drunk couldn't change the essence of facial control.

Shi Xinglan's body was tense and his voice was obscure; "...do you know me?"

Bo Xian, who was drunk, was confused, and the pain in his body temporarily regained his consciousness; "Senior, why are you here? Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Bo Xian, a sophomore in high school."

Bo Xian...

The name sounded familiar, Shi Xinglan said it silently several times in his heart to make sure that he didn't have such a junior.

The boy in front of him is very handsome, if he has seen it before, he will definitely be impressed.

Bo Xian took Shi Xinglan and walked towards the entrance of the alley for a while, then passed out drunk, he leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, fumbled for the empty wine bottle at hand, and waved it wildly: "What are you guys?! Who the hell allowed you to touch him? Get out of here!"

"..."

Shi Xinglan slowly relaxed, his hand lost strength, and the metal knife he was holding tightly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The entrance of the alley caught the light from the road, the bloody smell was blown away by the wind passing through the hall, the silvery moonlight intertwined with the neon lights, flowing silently and softly.

Shi Xinglan knelt down and took down the wine bottle in his hand; "Bo Xian, thank you for saving me."

Although I know you are mistaken, thank you anyway.

There were a few small scratches on Bo Xian's face, his finger joints were slightly swollen due to punching hard, stained with someone's blood, mottled and red.

He has a pair of beautiful eyes. When Shi Xinglan looked into his eyes, he was sure that there was drunkenness in them, and suddenly the tip of his nose felt sour, and he became afraid.

His father acquiesced in the actions of those people. When he was brought here, he only had time to hide a fruit knife in a hurry. If Bao Xian hadn't appeared in time, he would definitely not be able to get out of this alley tonight.

That knife would stab into those people, or his body, whether he could survive or not, the rest of his life would be inseparable from those people.

"Don't cry, the bad guys will beat you away."

There were several phantoms in front of him, Bo Xian shook his head, and it took several attempts before he could touch Shi Xinglan's face.

The tears winding down from the corners of the eyes were wiped away, leaving a faint trace of blood, Bo Xian frowned: "It's dirty."

Shi Xinglan felt very happy, the disgusting smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, but he didn't reject it at all, and let Bo Xian's bloody hand rub against his face.

Drunk people can't reason, Shi Xinglan was portrayed as a cat, and finally took Bao Xian's hand to make him stop.

"Senior, dirty..."

"Not dirty."

Shi Xinglan hooked the sleeve of his shirt and wiped the blood from Bo Xian's hand.

He could tolerate the blood on his face, but he couldn't bear the dirty blood of those people on his hands.

This person shouldn't be involved in such a thing.

Bo Xian didn't know what Shi Xinglan was thinking, he picked up the fruit knife beside him, and took a closer look: "It's a knife."

Does being drunk make your mind dull?Shi Xinglan felt that he was dumbfounded: "Yeah."

"You can't hold a knife, it will hurt your hand." Bo Xian lowered his eyes, "Hands are very important."

They play professional games, hands are more important than lives.

Shi Xinglan froze: "Then why did you help me fight just now?"

Bo Xian's hands are big and his fingers are long. If they weren't red and swollen, they would be as beautiful as his eyes.

Bo Xian didn't answer, he threw the knife away and repeated: "Hands are very important."

Shi Xinglan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and the depression in her heart eased a lot: "It's very important."

Xu Shi saw his perfunctory, Bo Xian pulled his hand back, pointed to his wrist: "It's hurt."

Shi Xinglan thought he was saying that he had injured himself in a fight just now, so his expression faded: "I didn't ask you to help me."

Bo Xian took off the wristband, pulled his fingers and put them on his wrist bone: "Look, there is a scar."

The heat of his fingertips brought back Shi Xinglan's thoughts, he stroked the light pink scar, and his heart tightened: "How did you do it?"

Bo Xian shook his head: "Hands are very important."

Shi Xinglan sighed: "It's very important, I will remember it."

"Senior, you are my moon, don't get hurt..."

Shi Xinglan's body froze, and he looked at the person on his lap in disbelief.

The title of three years in the past is not only the light that supports him to go on, but also the source of his worry about gains and losses.

Bo Xian misunderstood the wrong person, he was not Bo Xian's senior.

Shi Xinglan clenched his hands tightly, and didn't let go until he felt pain in his palm.

"Sorry, I didn't think of it the first time, senior."

Bo Xian stood up and touched Shi Xinglan's face distressedly.

He remembered it all.

I remember that night in the alley, Shi Xinglan wiped off the blood on his hands, I remember their messy conversation, I remember that Shi Xinglan picked up the fruit knife, walked across the road with a sleeve of blurred blood, walked into another world.

In the private restaurant before, Shi Xinglan said that he went to confront his father with a knife, and it should be that night.

Let me go or watch me die, it's either.

Bo Xian once again experienced fear. That night when he passed out drunk, Shi Xinglan stood on the cliff, and he almost lost sight of Shi Xinglan by a single thought.

"Did you get hurt afterwards?"

Shi Xinglan was startled, and realized what he was asking: "No, I'm not injured."

The smell of alcohol lingered around, and Bo Xian hugged Shi Xinglan tightly: "I forgot that night, are you disappointed?"

Shi Xinglan's tone was surprised: "You...remember?"

"Well, I remembered." Bo Xian heaved a sigh of relief, "I finally remembered, senior."

Shi Xinglan froze in his arms, his mind was full of the word "senior".

Dating is a good thing, you shouldn't think about those unhappy things, Bo Xian turned his head and rubbed Shi Xinglan's face: "Should the senior give me back the things?"

Shi Xinglan restrained his panic, and smiled: "What?"

"My bracer."

I took it off at the time, and woke up in the hotel the next day, but I couldn’t find it, thinking it was lost.

Bo Xian circled Shi Xinglan's wrist and stroked it: "You look beautiful in it."

The neon lights elongated Shi Xinglan's shadow, and he rolled up his sleeves while walking, revealing a thin wrist, which was tightly bound by the wrist guard, giving it a sharp feeling.

Shi Xinglan was at a loss, he was indeed the one who took away Bo Xian's wristband.

I didn't expect drunk people to have such a good memory. This kind of subtle movements have not been ignored after three years.

"I didn't expect the senior to like me at that time. I lost on this point." Bo Xian took a deep breath, "But I will be very good to you, and my love will not be less than you."

Now he finally has the confidence to call out those two titles: "My senior, my little moon."

"wrong……"

"Ok?"

Shi Xinglan closed his eyes and said tremblingly, "Wrong, I'm not your senior."

He is not Bo Xian's senior, nor is he Xiao Yueyue, he is the person who was mistaken, and pretended to be Bo Xian's tenderness and love.

The words on the marriage contract came to mind, and Bo Xian recalled it, and almost knew where the problem was.

He has been calling the senior all the time, but never called his name, Shi Xinglan probably thought he had misunderstood the person.

Bo Xian was angry and distressed: "What's wrong, you are not my senior, who is?"

Shi Xinglan lowered his eyelashes and remained silent.

Seeing his appearance, Bo Xian couldn't get angry anymore: "It's not fair, senior, I remembered you for four years, but you don't know me as a junior."

Shi Xinglan: "?"

He didn't want to see Shi Xinglan troubled by these things again, causing unnecessary misunderstandings, so he simply said directly: "Senior Shi Xinglan, Class 1, No. [-] Middle School, D City, your junior is still half a schoolboy, so you can Don't you remember anything?"

Shi Xinglan suddenly raised his head: "City D?"

He changed schools before the third year of high school, and moved to City C. If Bo Xian was a student at No. [-] Middle School in City D, he might really be his junior.

Shi Xinglan hurriedly asked: "What class were you in at that time? Did you know me four years ago? Are you sure you didn't mistake someone?"

Bo Xian patted him on the back to help him feel better: "I'm a year younger than you. When you were in the second year of high school, I just entered the school. I was in class 3 of the first year of high school. It's true that I met you four years ago."

When it came to the last question, Bo Xian paused, tilted his head to put Shi Xinglan's earlobe in his mouth, and said angrily, "How could I recognize the wrong person? My senior Shi is so good-looking, and I can't find another one in the whole No. [-] middle school." .”

As he said that, he became angry again, his teeth clamped on the piece of soft meat, and he bit it twice.

Shi Xinglan was soft in his arms: "Don't, don't bite..."

Bo Xian took two deep sips: "You don't even remember me."

Shi Xinglan put his hand on his shoulder: "I heard your name is familiar to me, but it doesn't make sense, so I thought I remembered it wrong."

Bo Xian kissed lightly on the red earlobe, and raised his head: "So you always thought that I misidentified the person?"

When I mentioned this, Shi Xinglan felt a little wronged: "We met in City C. I thought you were from City C, but I went to all the high schools in City C, but I couldn't find you."

Shi Xinglan hooked his neck: "I was very afraid that you would fight for me because you admitted your mistake. I was afraid for a long time that when you confessed to me, I was afraid that you would regret it..."

Bo Xian sighed, hugged the wronged man on his lap, and kissed him softly on the forehead: "I didn't admit my mistake, it was you."

There are no clouds tonight, and the sky is full of stars.

Bo Xian draped a thick blanket, wrapped Shi Xinglan into his arms from behind, and the two of them sat at the door of the tent, looking up at the sky.

"Look at the stars for the stars."

"Didn't you say I am the moon?"

Bo Xian rested his chin on his shoulder, and smiled softly: "Yes, you are my little moon."

It was windy at night, and the thick blanket wrapped the two of them together, with only their heads exposed.

Bo Xian held Shi Xinglan's hand and pressed it against his stomach: "Is it cold? Why don't you read it and go in and sleep."

Shi Xinglan's eyes sparkled: "Don't sleep!"

It was already late at night, too many happy things happened tonight, he was so excited that he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Bo Xian changed his movements and covered their legs under the blanket: "Do you know the constellations?"

Shi Xinglan leaned into his arms: "I learned it in elementary school, but I haven't read it, so I might not be able to recognize it."

"It's okay, I don't know the constellations either, what constellations are the stars connected together in the north?"

Shi Xinglan was silent for a while: "Where is North?"

"Pfft hahahahaha..."

Bo Xian couldn't stop laughing, and the two of them fell sideways in the tent.

Shi Xinglan was so annoyed that his hands were caught and he couldn't move. In desperation, he hit Bao Xian's chest with his head: "Stop laughing!"

Bo Xian turned over abruptly, covering him under the double protection of his body and the blanket: "Don't flop around, cover yourself with the quilt."

Shi Xinglan: "..."

Flip the fart!What a bad adjective!

Bo Xian's eyes were full of smiles: "North is the direction we are facing."

Shi Xinglan snorted: "...Understood, hurry up and continue looking at the stars."

Bo Xian kept his posture unchanged, and said casually, "Aren't you watching?"

Shi Xinglan was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Isn't what I'm looking at now just 'stars'?"

"..."

"It's still a fuzzy star that can't tell the difference between east, west, and north."

"..."

The wind poured in from the mouth of the tent, bringing with it the fresh breath of nature, and the lighting flashlight was tilted in the tent, casting a beam of straight and bright light between the two of them.

There are tiny dust particles floating in the beam, like a short and narrow galaxy, lying between the two of them.

Across the artificial Milky Way and the stars, Bo Xian looked into Shi Xinglan's eyes, and saw the deepest lingering love.

"Senior, can I kiss you?"

The question was very gentlemanly, but the behavior was a bit domineering. Before hearing the answer, he kissed him.

Like kissing in the galaxy.

Bo Xian stood up and pulled up the tent.

When Shi Xinglan watched his movements, his brain twitched, and he blurted out: "You don't want to fight in the field, do you?"

Bo Xian: "???"

The author has something to say: Ye is still Xingye.

Xian Zai: At that time, I was terrified, especially afraid that I would be locked up by jj without doing anything.