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Darkness came suddenly.

What Wei Bo just said circled rapidly in Yu Hanguang's mind, and the boundless night accompanied by faint sounds spread in his eyes and ears.He blurted out subconsciously: "The universe farther away..."

"Go back." Unexpectedly, Wei Bo squeezed Yu Hanguang's hand quickly.

Yu Hanguang thought he wanted to go back to Aimeng, so he laughed at him: "Changed your mind so quickly and want to go back to the company?"

Wei Bo was speechless about his wonderful ability to chat across servers: "I'm talking about going back to the hotel room. There are often conflicts in the suburbs of Comur City, and it seems that they are fighting again. If you don't believe me, listen."

Yu Hanguang saw that the individual guests at the surrounding tables also stood up, so he pricked up his ears, and the sound in the distance was like a hard object hitting steel, or like a firecracker exploding.

It turned out that when he first arrived in Wudun the day before yesterday, the strange voice he heard was——

fight | battle.

The shadows of the two were as faint as a trace in the dark night.Wei Bo's tone was a little helpless: "The situation is not right, even the new city has a power outage."

"Sorry, customers, we are closed today!" Gas pushed open the glass door of the outdoor garden, carrying several boxes of cakes in his hand.

He distributed the cakes to the guests in the garden: "The elevator stopped, please go down the stairs; a small gift to express my apology."

The local guests seem to be used to this. They shut down the hookah and drank coffee amidst the sound of regret, took the cakes one after another, and walked lazily towards the narrow staircase entrance.

Seeing Yu and Wei approaching among the guests, Gas switched to Chinese: "Teacher Wei, Yu, you'd better go back too, the hotel has a generator."

Wei Bo gave him a thankful glance, but his arms hugged Yu Hanguang tightly.

Gas said: "Yu, don't be nervous, it will stop overnight. You can go back and sleep with Teacher Wei."

"Cough cough," Wei Bo coughed unnaturally twice, interrupting his unintentional speech, "Thank you, you also pay attention..."

Before the word "safety" could be uttered, Wei Bo heard roaring sounds not far away, and the orange-red flames scattered in different places instantly deprived him of his vision.

Gas covered his nose and mouth with his hands, and said in disbelief among the increasingly tense guests: "Lord! Go!" After saying that, he also hurriedly ran back to the indoor area of ​​Sunshine Bar, and locked the door without hesitation.

"Don't worry too much, real men never look back at explosions." Wei Bo actually made a joke when he was nervous.

Yu Hanguang: "..."

"Shouldn't call here, the new city is fairly safe. I've been through it a few times, and it's all small fights." The two held hands and went down the stairs carefully. Seeing that there were foreigners around, Wei Bo whispered in Chinese road.

Yu Hanguang frowned very sharply: "Small fights? How many times have you experienced it?"

Sure enough, Wei Bo was surrounded by him, and there was a trace of instability: "I have been here for so long, and I have only encountered a situation similar to this once. At that time, the whole city was cut off, the communication system was also paralyzed, and the local employees even rumored that There was a car bomb outside. We couldn't go out, so we had to hide in the corner room of the dormitory. Fortunately, there was a satellite phone (1) to contact the embassy..."

Yu Hanguang heard his feet fall and hurriedly held on to the stairs.But the black lamp was confused, the palm of his hand seemed to be stabbed by some sharp object, he hissed, and Wei Bo grabbed his wrist back in an instant.

"Fortunately, nothing happened afterwards." Wei Bo's tone was still calm and gentle, but he refused to let go of his hands.

Yu Hanguang felt Wei Bo's sweaty hand, moved his fingertips, but touched his barb again.

Repair the computer, order brine, and make satellite calls.

In the past year, he has had a bad time in Yizhou.But in comparison, Wei Bo's hands have endured more rough fates.

When they went down to the guest room area, they learned that the Sunshine Hotel has recently had a lot of guests due to the international conference. Counting all the rooms, the power generation system can only last for three to four hours.

The room manager is very calm. Amidst the occasional "bang bang" sound, "Everything will be OK" is always on his lips, and he kindly reminds them that if they feel uneasy, or in case of an emergency, they can go to the restaurant at the corner of the first floor of the hotel to wait. , where there is always electricity.

After hearing the words, the two immediately went back to the room to charge the mobile phone and computer headset, and took the time to take a battle bath.

Yu Hanguang seemed to have timed it right, as soon as he came out of the bathroom, the guest room manager made a promise.

power cut.

Darkness came suddenly again.

"The mobile phone has no signal. We still can't stay here, let's go to the restaurant." Wei Bo unplugged the mobile phone that was charging, and made a decisive decision.

In the dark night, he used the brightness of his mobile phone to illuminate Yu Hanguang.Yu Hanguang was slightly relieved, and nodded silently after tidying up.

The situation is not good now, and he suppressed the idea of ​​looking for some iodine, Band-Aid or anti-inflammatory drugs.

——Just now in the corridor, his hand cut a big cut. When he returned to the room, he found that half of his palm was stained red with blood. He accidentally got wet in the bathroom just now. Now his fingers are in pain, and the wound seems to be It was swollen and hot.

……

At Sunshine Hotel, only the hotel restaurant is still lit.The light was like the last mouthful of blood choked up by a consumptive patient, weak and wobbly, with a bit of lingering despair.

Although the restaurant was not as chaotic as the two imagined, the few stools had already been occupied by people, and there was a faint smell of diesel in the room, making it noisy.

As far as Yu Hanguang could see, he and Wei Bo were the only two people from China, and they stepped over the residents who were sitting or standing, or even lying on the carpet with anxious faces—he even saw the children begging at the entrance of the Sunshine Bar— —Find a corner where no one cares about, lean heavily against the wall, and sit on the ground.

It hurts.

Yu Hanguang covered the open wound in his palm to prevent Wei Bo from noticing it.He exhaled amidst the continuous tingling pain that ran through his entire arm, and his tense nerves were dying: "This is too exciting. I have only been in Udon for two days. Why do I feel that this life is going to pass? Will we hang on here……"

"Do you regret it?" Wei Bo bent his legs and looked at him with his forearms on his knees.

Yu Hanguang was helpless and funny about this question: "Why should I regret it? If I hadn't come here, how could I have met you."

"Even God admits that we are destined. The probability of me meeting you is [-]%."

Wei Bo's eyes were wet: "I'm not sure what the probability of meeting you is; but now, I just want to reduce the probability of losing you to zero."

Just as Yu Hanguang was about to speak, he heard a "bang" explosion in his ears, and the tables and chairs on the side shook accordingly. The faint smell of burning sulfur entered the window with the airflow, and suddenly OhmyGod and Shit flew around.

This war is far away from Yu Hanguang, so far that he still feels that what happened in these 48 hours is not true.

But it seemed very close, so close that his heart seemed to be bombed. All the lines of defense built by gritting his teeth all these years, the lines of defense built with self-esteem, arrogance, perseverance and not forgetting, were completely defeated at this moment.

He couldn't hold it any longer, and he didn't want to hold it any longer, so he silently rested his head on Wei Bo's shoulder; regardless of the noise of the surrounding people and the pain in his palm, he wanted to caress Wei Bo's cheek.

His fingers arced across the air, but he was caught.

Wei Bo carefully inspected his blood-stained palm for a moment, and then kissed it without warning.

His other hand was not idle either, he lifted the heavy curtains that reached to the floor, and covered the two of them, a human figure suddenly emerged from the fabric.

Darkness comes three times suddenly, combining tenderness and fierceness in it.

"Brother...don't..." Yu Hanguang finally dared to groan without outside interruptions.

Wei Bo smiled in the boundless darkness.

don't what?

He doesn't.

He also wanted to add his own clumsy but eager confession to the heat of his lips—sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick the blood on the edge of Yu Hanguang's wound.

The indescribable touch overwhelmed Yu Hanguang.Under the double stimulation of pain and tenderness, he was no longer able to think. When he closed his eyes unconsciously, he also lost his five senses, and his consciousness was blank.

The oxygen in his lungs had long been emptied, and his blood was stagnant; a curve suddenly appeared in his heart, conjugated to the flames of war several kilometers away.

I don't know how to give in, I can't be sober, I have no morals.

Even the soul is surrounded and crushed, ground into fine powder and sprinkled into the sky, disappearing into the clouds, and disappearing in the city full of gunpowder and fire, in the outdoor garden caressed by the breeze, in the clear dark purple sky.

Just now he asked "Will it hang here", only now did he realize that the question was naive.

It doesn't matter if you die.

……

When Yu Hanguang opened his eyes again, he found himself lying flat in the corner of the restaurant.

The lights in the room have all been extinguished, and the diesel in the generator must have been exhausted. Fortunately, the sunlight rushed in from the gaps in the curtains, bringing light.

In the year after being broken up, in the peaceful Yizhou, he didn't sleep well every day. Either he was like a beef tenderloin on an iron plate, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep; woke up.

But when he came to Wudun, he met his sweetheart who had appeared in dreams countless times; even though turmoil and death were close at hand, he felt that he had never slept so deeply.

He raised his arm - no wonder he had no dreams all night, it turned out that the palm of his hand had been wrapped properly with gauze, and the gauze was tightly wrapped several times, with traces of beige liquid remaining on it, he leaned over and sniffed it, like alcohol.

and many more?

Whose masterpiece is this?How did you get hard wartime currency like alcohol and gauze?

While he was still in doubt, he felt another regular beat on his cheek.

and many more?

It doesn't seem to be my own pulse.

He raised his head - no wonder he had no dreams all night, there was a warm and comfortable pillow of human flesh.

"...Are you awake?" Wei Bo half-opened his heavy eyelids, his voice weary.

Yu Hanguang struggled to straighten his back, seeing that most of the people around him were lying in their clothes and hadn't woken up yet, so he raised his injured hand and said, "This?"

Wei Bo understood in seconds: "I took the gauze from the gas bar. It was originally used to make tofu; I used vodka without alcohol. The wound is so deep that it has to be dealt with. But you slept soundly last night, even I There is no response to bandaging you. Honey, gauze and wine happen to be readily available, you are really lucky."

"However, if you hadn't come to Wudun, you wouldn't have suffered like this." He recalled the hideous wound he saw last night, and couldn't help but sigh.

While saying this, Wei Bo stiffened his body, and Yu Hanguang's sensitive nose caught the slight smell of alcohol emanating from his body.

Yu Hanguang didn't continue to ask, presumably his boyfriend, who never drank alcohol, was also very nervous last night, so he drank some sleep aid.

"If I didn't meet you, I wouldn't come to Wudun; if I didn't come to Udun, I wouldn't get hurt; if I didn't get hurt, wouldn't I be so lucky?" Yu Hanguang deliberately eased his emotions, and leaned into his ear with a smile nagging.

"Not to mention that these are accidents, even if I know all the accidents and foresee all the endings, I still choose to come to Udon and meet you."

He worked with Wei Bo on "Your 99 Stories", and he hopes that every story in his life from now on will have the role of the person in front of him.

Wei Bo finally opened his eyes completely, and after being shocked in his heart, he soon became emotionally moved, and his back began to tremble slightly.

He wished he could wrap his arms around the person in front of him and hug him into his flesh and blood; but his arm was so numb after being pillowed all night, he couldn't move at all.So he had no choice but to settle down, put the index finger of the other hand up to his mouth, made a silent posture, and moved his eyes to his legs.

Yu Hanguang glanced over——

Wei Bo also has a pair of claws on his calf.

A child who was begging at the entrance of the bar was hugging his legs. Although his face was dusted somewhere, his lovely curled eyelashes rested on his lower eyelids, and he slept soundly.

The flames of war are raging, and unrest spreads.

The wound still ached, and the wind outside the window carried the sound of the gunfire.

But looking at the quiet smiles on the big and small faces in front of him, he would rather time stand still.

Rather, time stands still on this day.

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(1) Satellite phone: A device for communication based on a satellite system. It is generally used in an emergency when there is no wireless communication signal. It will come in handy.

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The injury is on Xiao Yu's body, the pain is on my heart