mayfly era

He reached into his collar, hesitatingly pulled out the metal stick.

Yan Qiang looked at Chen Li with an expression of "I knew it", waiting for Chen Li to speak.

"I..." The words came to my lips, but it was difficult to say them fluently.

"Huh?" Smoker raised his eyebrows.

Chen Li pointed to his chest, "I put a □□ here."

Smoker's face turned pale instantly. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, but he couldn't make any sound.

This stalemate lasted for a few minutes, and the smoker found his voice, his voice was hoarse, and his voice was sullen, "Are you kidding me?"

"No."

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" The smoker couldn't control his voice, a mouthful of blood cut his throat, and he was moving upwards quickly.

"No, Lao Yan." Chen Li had already calmed down.

"why?"

"I need."

"why?"

"……I need to."

Tears welled up in Smoker's left eye, he shook his head, his voice was full of grievance and anger, "You are always like this, your life has nothing to do with me, does it?"

"No…"

Chen Li didn't know what to say for a while, and the end of the sentence fell flat in the condensed air.

Smoker rubbed his face vigorously, turned around and took a few steps to the door.

He froze for a moment at the door.

The lock button clicked crisply.

In the next second, the door automatically closed, isolating the two people in two spaces.

"He didn't put on his coat when he left, it was snowing heavily outside."

Chen Yue slowly arched his back, feeling a soreness in the depths of his chest.It wasn't the direct and clear pain from the wound, but it drained his strength instantly.

"Old Smoke..."

Chen Li straightened up suddenly, he rushed to the entrance, and slammed the door lock with a "bang".

The poor lock trembled in the air again for a moment.

The cold wind rushed in with snowflakes, and he saw the snowflakes covering the sky.

A blurry, silvery world.

He rushed into the heavy snow without hesitation.

In front of his blurred vision, he saw a head of silver-white hair approaching him.

That's the bong turning back.

He couldn't suppress his joy, and braved the wind and snow to meet him.He put his arms around Smoker's neck and buried his face in the socket of Smoker's neck.

In this small space, he laughed softly.

"What are you happy about?" The voice of the pipe was choked with helplessness.

Chen Yue didn't speak, but hugged the pipe's neck tightly, stealing his body heat like a small rodent.

Two thinly dressed people hugged like fools in the heavy snow, the cold wind ruffled their hair and clothes.Silver hair and snow, dark night and black hair, like a romantic painting.

It wasn't until the whole body was blown through that the two huddled together and rushed home.

The room with the constant temperature system was warm and comfortable, and the two took off their snow-covered single clothes.When Yan Qiang saw the medicinal cloth on Chen Li's chest, he was hit by this reality again, and his whole body suddenly became depressed.

Chen Li dragged the pipe to the sofa in the outer room, pressed his shoulders to let him sit down, and then he repeated the old woman's words to the pipe verbatim, and then repeated the words of Marshal Wen Say it to the smoking gun.

After listening to the pipe, he froze in place, unable to speak for a long time.

Chen Yue didn't wait for his response, raised his knees and pressed down on the sofa, then pushed the pipe down on the backrest, leaned close to his lips and pecked lightly, he felt the cold lips of the pipe trembling.

"You are afraid of me." Chen Li said with a smile.

Smoker shook his head in a daze.

"Sorry, I'm always making my own claims."

"Why..." Smoker said with difficulty, "Why you, you have endured so much..."

Chen Li just lowered his eyes and kissed the lips of the pipe seriously.He didn't speak, as if this was the only thing he was interested in, and nothing else mattered.

Smoker sighed helplessly, hugged Chen Yue's waist, threw him under his body, and covered Chen Yue with his scorching body temperature.

Chen Li's deep black eyes looked at him calmly, there was no tangible emotion in those eyes, only the figure of a smoking gun.

Silver-white hair, amber pupils, sharp and beautiful eyebrows.

"Old Yan, did I tell you?" Chen Li chuckled, "The first time I saw you, I thought you were so fucking good-looking."

"When will I be able to serve others with sex." Yan Qiang's voice was low and hoarse, and the bewitching power was hidden deep in it.

"Give you a chance to serve me with Israel."

"That's good, do you want me to take off my clothes?"

"What's the point?"

Smoker carefully pushed aside the clothes on Chen Li's chest, revealing a small piece of medicine cloth, he moved his fingers lightly, feeling the invisible metal underneath.

It is in charge of Chen Yue's life.

"Lao Yan, help me untie the chain."

The smoking gun untied the small metal stick as promised.

Chen Li leaned on the sofa, stretched out his hand and pushed down the head of the pipe domineeringly, and then put the chain on the pipe.The small stick made of special metal hangs on the white chest of the smoking gun, which looks very suitable.

"What do you mean?"

"I said before that I want to give this life to you," Chen Li said, "Now, I give it to you."

Smoker trembled all over, as if he had been struck by electricity. He looked at the small piece of metal on his chest, then at Chen Li, and then his eyes slowly turned red.

"Turn off the lights." Chen Li said suddenly.

In the next second, the room was pitch black, and all indoor light sources were cut off.Only the neon street light outside the window came in dully, smearing the inside of the house faintly.

"What?" The voice of the smoking gun was hoarse again.

"I don't want to see you cry."

"I didn't." He stubbornly denied.

Chen Li touched the medicine cloth on his chest, it was already curled up, and it was a little itchy.He tore it open casually, and there was a circular wound the size of a fingernail, which had almost healed, and no more blood and tissue fluid leaked out.

In the dim light and shadow, a line of tears flowed from Smoker's left eye, dripping on the bare skin of his chest.The hot teardrops instantly burned his soul.

After a while, Chen Li said, "...don't lose my 'life'."

"How can you let me sleep in the future." Smoker muttered softly.

"You were the most expensive sharpshooter back then, safer than a safe." Chen Li said with a smile.

"Well... I live and die with it."

"Old Yan, it's you and me, we live and die together."

"Okay." Smoker lowered his head, and he rested his forehead on Chen Yue's shoulder.

His breathing was a little trembling, and he tried his best to suppress it from his nose and throat, but still let out a muffled grunt or two.

Chen Li put his arms around his shoulders, rubbed his hair again, and smoothed the ends of it, like soothing a depressed big dog.

Outside the window, the snow flakes are still falling leisurely, no one knows when this snow will stop.

The weather forecast system that has been paralyzed for decades, and the weather that has been artificially written for so long, finally began to show its will.

The two of them curled up on the small sofa and fell into a deep sleep together with a bomb hidden deep in their chests.

Instead, he slept soundly.

After waking up, it was another journey flooded with mud.