kiss the night

On Christmas Eve, a rare blizzard fell in Renal City. When night fell, the snow on the road had almost covered the curb, and few pedestrians passed by on the street.

A boy in a camel coat held a cloth bag in his hand, stepping on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and his thin shadow was reflected by the street lamps.There were ten bottles of soda in the cloth bag, and the cloth was stretched across his pale hands, leaving a bluish-purple mark.

The boy walked very slowly, perhaps because the shoes he was stepping on had long been soaked in snow. Every step he took was extremely difficult. His legs were like marionettes on a string, hanging stiffly and repeating the movement of walking forward.

Going straight east along Beech Road, he finally entered an apartment building.

In Beech Road Community, apartment No. A802, drums are playing loudly, even in the elevator room, electronic music can be heard coming from inside.

"Hey, is that the kid who lives in 802?" The apartment manager is a fat woman who is nearly fifty years old. Hands up, strutting around the apartment she's in charge of.

Mrs. Fen is always proud that she manages the huge apartment building in an orderly manner. Therefore, she is always ready when encountering complaints from residents.

As soon as Yan Zhao got out of the elevator, he was suddenly stopped. He was startled, the cloth bag in his hand fell, and the colorful soda bottles fell to the ground and rolled away. Yan Zhao didn't care about his frozen hands and legs, Hastily half-kneeled on the ground, and picked up the drink bottles one by one back into his pocket.

While picking it up, he lowered his head and gave a soft "hmm" in response to the apartment manager's words.

Mrs. Fen stepped in front of him on high heels, and said in a bad tone: "You brat with hands and feet, tell your roommates to be quiet when you go back, they are not the only ones in this apartment who celebrate Christmas, if any other residents knock on my door Complain to them and you'll get the hell out of my apartment right now... Hey, you hear that?"

"Okay." Yan Zhao managed to get up from the ground, took a breath, looked up at Mrs. Fen, quickly lowered his head again, and repeated, "Okay, I get it, it's really good. sorry."

Yanzhao has done this matter hundreds of times, and it is not difficult for him to show a sincere attitude. He is used to taking the blame for the person in the room, even if he In most cases, it is not even clear what the person did wrong.

Madam Fen couldn't fault him, so she snorted and said coldly: "Merry Christmas, kid, remember to go in and tell them." After saying this, she finally turned around and left.

Yan Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "Merry Christmas, madam."

Pushing open the door, the warm air in the room blows in, in addition to the loud electronic music, four young people are sitting upside down on the plush blanket, forming a circle, playing cards, cigarettes, and beer bottles are scattered on the floor. around them.

The people in the room are all Asian faces. For them, Christmas means "holiday" far more than "festival".

The sound of Yan Zhao opening the door failed to attract the attention of the young man in the house. He rubbed his red nose from the cold, took off his already soaked shoes, and walked into the hall with only a pair of white socks on. When taking the drink out of the bag, an angry male voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"I told you to go out and buy some water. It took you so long to not talk about it, and you still got dirty. Stay away from my carpet!"

Yan Zhao raised his head, his dark eyes looked at the source of the voice - Si Qi, the only son of the Si family who just turned 20 years old.

This Young Master Si has a very handsome face, so no matter how harsh words are uttered from his mouth, it seems a little more legitimate.

Si Qi was wearing dark blue silk home clothes, standing on the stairs of the double-storey apartment, looking down at Yan Zhao from above, his eyebrows frowned, and his face was full of disgust.

Yan Zhao secretly glanced at him, then quickly lowered his head and took two steps back, a little farther away from the white plush blanket, he sniffed, and didn't answer Si Qi's words.

He is too familiar with Si Qi's temper. From childhood to adulthood, whenever there is anything in the family that does not go along with this young master, he can immediately yell and scold everyone around him, especially when it comes to Yan Zhao. Time is even more terrifying.

Therefore, when Si Qi is angry, you must not rush to make trouble for him. This is the rule that Yan Zhao has learned from living under the eaves of the Si family for many years.

However, remembering what Mrs. Fen explained just now, Yan Zhao had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "The soda has been bought, don't be angry... just now, the apartment manager told me at the door to turn down the music in the house ,because……"

Yanzhao always lowered his voice when he spoke, and his voice, which was originally clear and clear between a teenager and a young man, also completely lost his momentum because of the frequent lowering of his voice.

He is afraid of Si Qi.

This man who grew up with him is always uncertain. More than ten years have passed, and he tried his best to please him, but he still doesn't know how to satisfy him.

Sure enough, as soon as Yan Zhao finished speaking, Si Qi raised two beautiful eyebrows and raised his hands high, ready to get angry.

Yan Zhao shrunk his neck, fearing that the slap would fall on his face, but fortunately at this moment, a few young people who were sitting on the sidelines watching the play helped him out: "Forget Si Qi, that old lady has too many things to do, so she doesn't care. No wonder Xiao Zhao." The one who spoke was one of the Asian faces with dyed yellow hair, Liu Ziduo, who was born and raised in ABC in Renal City, has a relatively high prestige in the local student circle, even Si Qi would give him some points face.

Liu Ziduo took the initiative to turn off the stereo, took out the soda on the floor, distributed it to the rest of the house, and smiled at Yan Zhao who was stunned aside, pursing his lips.

Yan Zhao smiled back gratefully, thinking that the farce tonight would be over here, but suddenly he heard Si Qi snort again, and ordered: "Yan Zhao, go back to your room, don't be in the room." It's an eyesore when we're eating."

"I..." Yan Zhao opened his mouth to refute, but under Si Qi's arrogant gaze, he gradually lost ground. He knew the meaning of Si Qi's words: there is no more dinner tonight.

Yanzhao's gaze stayed on the dining table not far away for a long time, where freshly baked turkey, cold-cut platter of salmon, smoked ham, and pasta with bolognese sauce were placed. The smell of meat mixed with rosemary filled the whole The smell got into Yan Zhao's nasal cavity and melted into his blood along the trachea, making him uncontrollably have a strong longing.

so hungry.

Yan Zhao couldn't take his eyes off the dining table. It's strange to say that an adult will not suffer from hunger if he misses a meal, but for Yan Zhao, his desire for meat food has reached its peak. An inexplicable situation, especially after going abroad with Si Qi, in the short three months, hunger appeared more and more frequently.

Si Qi stood beside him, quietly observing the expression of the young man in front of him: a pair of dark round eyes looked at the dining table without blinking, two eyebrows were drawn down, teeth were biting on his lower lip uneasily, even listening to the table. When he couldn't eat, he stood there in a pitiful state swallowing his saliva...it was like a dog who had eaten meat!

Yan Zhao's expression seemed to bring back some bad memories for Si Qi, without thinking about it, he blurted out: "Yan Zhao, I'll count to three seconds, you go back to your room immediately, don't be like a dog It's shameful to drool here!" After that, he barely gave Yan Zhao any time to react, grabbed his collar and dragged him up the stairs.

Yan Zhao staggered, no longer caring about the few people around who were watching the theater, and begged Si Qi in a low voice: "I'm so hungry, please, even if there are some left after you finish eating, please. , I'm really hungry..."

"To shut up."

The door in front of him was slammed shut by Si Qi, and Yan Zhao fell to sit on the floor of the room. He pressed his stomach, gritted his teeth, and beat himself on the floor as if he couldn't help himself.

He hated his strange appetite very much, since he was a child, because his desire for food made him look like an uncontrollable monster, no wonder Si Qi hated him so much... After all, before that happened , Si Qi obviously treated him very well.

Yan Zhao dragged his tired body to his bed, trying to recall in his mind the first time he saw Si Qi when he was a child. He wanted to divert his attention so that the pain in his stomach would not be so unbearable.

Downstairs, five young people in their 20s were sitting in the dining room enjoying Christmas dinner. They were all of the same age. Several boys ate wildly and chatted loudly about school affairs. Only Si Qi sat at the end of the long table with a gloomy expression. .

Without exception, everyone here is a member of the Asian Brotherhood. Except for Liu Ziduo, they are all gifted by the sons of rich domestic businessmen for gold plating. Si Qi has a normal relationship with them, but because of his family business, he has some contacts. Therefore, even after enjoying a farce just now, those few people were very sensible and didn't mention it at the dinner table.

Only Liu Ziduo had a close personal relationship with Si Qi, and while the few remaining people were flattering each other, he leaned sideways to Si Qi's side.

"Are you really not asking Xiao Zhao to come down for dinner?" He turned his head and looked in the direction of the stairs.

When Si Qi heard the word "Zhao", he immediately raised his head and glared at Liu Ziduo: "Why, do you feel sorry for him?"

Liu Ziduo didn't want to bump into Si Qi's muzzle, so he quickly spread his hands: "I'm just asking casually, don't be like taking gunpowder."

"No." Si Qi shook his head, "If he doesn't eat a meal, he won't starve to death, and..." He paused, and said in a low voice, "The way he eats is so ugly, he will only embarrass me if he calls him out."

No matter how confused Liu Ziduo was, he knew that the relationship between Si Qi and the person upstairs was far more complicated than it seemed, and adhering to the principle of not caring about other people's housework, he stopped asking: "Well, it's up to you. "

A meal, including drinking and chatting, lasted until almost ten o'clock.

I don't know why, but Yan Zhao always felt that today's hunger was stronger than usual. After he heard that the downstairs was quiet, he pushed open the door and walked lightly to the living room.

Everyone else left, only Si Qi was left leaning on the sofa and watching TV. The lights in the room were not turned on, and the glowing blue light shone on the man's face.Hearing the movement, Si Qi raised his head to look at Yan Zhao, his eyes were tired and lazy, he obviously drank a lot of wine, he pointed to the kitchen, and said: "There are leftovers for you, clean up the kitchen after eating, I'm very tired today, go back to my room to sleep, you should move lightly, if you wake me up, you don't have to sleep today."

When Yan Zhao heard him say "go back to his room to sleep", he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but he didn't show his happiness on his face, he just replied "yes" in a low voice, and walked lightly into the kitchen and closed the door.

There was salad and toast that Si Qi had brought out on the dinner plate, Yan Zhao took a spoon and squatted down on the ground to gobble it up, without thinking about it.He thought, Si Qi is actually not as domineering as he imagined, although he said some bad things in front of outsiders just now, but in the end he still left something for him to eat.

Yan Zhao has been submissive for a long time, and at this moment, he felt a little lucky to survive the disaster. He quickly stuffed all the things on the plate into his stomach, but found that the pain in his stomach could not be relieved much.

How could this be?

Yan Zhao sat on the ground, holding his stomach, and began to regret whether he ate too fast just now, causing his brain nerves to fail to react to the fact that he had already eaten food. However, he knew the reason deep in his heart: He didn't have meat, he wanted to eat meat.

It's like Si Qi used to scold him, saying that he is a monster who only knows how to eat meat.

No, not a monster.

Yanzhao threw out the thoughts in his head, and reluctantly pulled himself together and began to deal with the tableware piled up in the kitchen.

Outside the window, the snow stopped, and the sky in Renal City hadn’t cleared up for a long time. The moon hung high in the night sky, and the halo showed a strange red color. The snow bent the branches and fell to the ground with a sound.