Sente Eiji's Black Friday

Zhu Fu Jingguang left.

Qin Jiu glanced at Jiang Gu Ling's blood bag, which was half left, and impatiently started to chase people away: "Take your things and get out."

?If you tell me to leave, I will leave?

Jiang Gu Ling curled his lips coldly, opened his mouth and then slammed back, his words were inseparable from the incident two years ago and Gin's current weak debuff, which can be regarded as a model for poking people's hearts.

But he still cared about the young boy who was caught in a dilemma, so he just got the upper hand and left as soon as he saw it, holding his blood plasma bag and leaving coolly under the icy gaze of a dead man with gin.

Before closing the door, he quickly glanced at Eiji Kurosawa who had been silent all this time.

The latter had been editing emails with his head down, but at this moment, he raised his eyes as if he had a heart-to-heart, and seemed to meet Jiang Gu Ling's eyes quite by chance.

Eiji Kurosawa: Be honest, I will take care of this matter.

Jiang Gu Ling: Is he worried about me?Hmph, think too much, who cares what you do with Gin!I'm off to work!

A brief glance made the two of them convey the news that they couldn't reach each other. After the door of the ward was closed, Eiji fell into a subtle silence as he recalled Fuguya Rei's eyes mixed with touch, arrogance, viciousness and sourness at the last moment. .

Is it an illusion?I always feel that Zero seems to have realized something that is not quite right...

"Everyone is gone, haven't you seen enough?"

A cold sarcasm suddenly rang in his ears.

Eiji Kurosawa immediately put aside all his petty thoughts, pulled himself together, and showed his signature bright smile to the man who was still keen and suspicious even with the debuff of weakness: "Brother, are you jealous?"

Gin turned a blind eye to the bright surprise and cunning on his face, and curled his lips coldly with a cigarette in his mouth: "Why, Bacardi, it seems that among the four options, your favorite is bourbon?"

Good guy, how did this man hear the rumors of "Bacardi and his four lovers"!

"Brother, you can't believe those silly rumors!" Eiji Kurosawa immediately turned serious, "Those are all fake, there are no four options at all!"

This can’t be more true, because Cognac is himself, and he can’t play narcissus with himself, so there are only three lovers of Bacardi from the beginning to the end!

Eiji-kun, who didn't think there was anything wrong with this word game at all, signed up [Kurosawa Eiji] within 0.1 seconds, held Gin's shoulder and looked at him seriously and intently, and said sweetly: "Big brother doesn't know me yet. Is there only Big Brother in my heart all the time! I have never stopped thinking of you in the past two years——Big, Big Brother?”

The affectionate expression of loyalty was interrupted by Bo Lai Ta who poked his forehead, Kurosawa Eiji saw Gin's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, and never admitted that he panicked for a second—oh, it can't be true Is it hard to coax?

"Are you looking for death?" Under his panicked gaze, Gin squeezed out a voice between his teeth, "It will regenerate blood! Put your hands down!"

Eiji Kurosawa: "!"

Kurosawa Eiji glanced at his hand on his shoulder with the needle stuck in it, and after a moment of stupefaction, he quickly put it down, and called out in a low voice: "Brother..."

Gin didn't respond to him, but just glanced at his expression: "What kind of eyes do you have?"

Eiji Kurosawa rubbed the back of his head, looked straight into his eyes sincerely and innocently, and started to run the train with his mouth full of routine when he was with Gin: "'I didn't expect that big brother is still worried about me at this time, I'm so touched. Big brother, do you really want to believe me?" the look in his eyes."

"...idiot." Qin Jiu put down his gun and cursed in a low voice.

Mingming is usually smart and wimpy, and he is as shrewd as an alien when calculating people, but he makes no secret of his carefree and off-line nature in front of him, stupid and stupid, and every time he gets angry, his liver hurts.

It's been two years, why is it still the same as before.

Eiji Kurosawa, who was being scolded, curled her lips and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Brother, why did you call me an idiot again... I am already a cadre, and I have made a lot of contributions to the organization. I am not stupid at all, okay..."

Yes, they are all cadres, and they can still do the stupid thing of texting a dead person for two consecutive years.

Thinking of those thousands of text messages that almost burst into the new mobile phone after recovering the phone number, the silver-haired man lowered his eyes silently and bit the cigarette in his mouth.

... For such a stupid guy, what should he doubt.

"Brother?" Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Eiji Kurosawa tentatively called him, with concern in his eyes, "Are you too tired? Do you want to take a break?"

Qin Jiu shook his head calmly, without any doubt that he was implying that he was weak.

For the nervous and proud lone wolf at this stage, anyone who shows concern for him will only be regarded as provocation, ridicule and pity by his overreaction, but Kurosawa Eiji is the only one among these people.

This kind of trust is also the reason why he came to look for the other party as soon as he got out of bed, and regarded the other party's side as the only place where he could temporarily live.

But this kind of weak trust, the cruel Mr. Killer will naturally not say it.

He just raised his hand and rubbed Ying Er's head, and said to him in a low voice: "Stop texting me from now on."

Eiji Kurosawa was taken aback.

Looking at him with gin and wine green eyes, his left hand slowly stroked the top of his hair, with an unconscious gentleness in his movements.

Two years, more than 700 days and nights, thousands of text messages.

Obviously the content is all boring and trivial things. The old gin, being harassed every day (sometimes several times a day), must have pulled out the gun with a sullen face. After the tea is cold, even a top killer who never expects any emotion can't say that he is not touched by it.

In the eyes of Bacardi, he is obviously a dead person, but this idiot still texts him persistently, almost every day without interruption.

——If this person's heart is not on him for even one day, if this person is suspected of acting in the slightest, he will not be able to do this, and he will not be able to do this at all.

Even the most hard-hearted person will be moved by the shining affection contained in those messages with thousands of messages, and will no longer doubt the sincerity of that person.

Gin couldn't say these words.

But at least he can tell Eiji by saying "send less text messages" that he has woken up and is no longer a dead person who can't respond to words.

He wanted to tell him that he believed in...or, in other words, trusted this guy who entrusted all his emotions to him.

Eiji Kurosawa obviously understood.

Because, after just a few seconds of being stunned, his deep blue eyes suddenly radiated extremely dazzling light, and he showed a big smile to Gin Jiu without hesitation: "I know, big brother!"

...At this time, my mind is spinning faster.

Qin Jiu turned his face away, and turned back silently after a while, rubbing the corners of his sharp eyes with his fingertips.

Eiji blinked, his eyes reflected him at a close distance, and reached out to remove the unlit cigarette from his mouth.

"When did the elder brother become a person who will abide by the hospital's non-smoking rules?" He said jokingly, but his voice was very low, leaning forward and slowly approaching the gin, as if whispering intimately with his lover.

Warm and cool breaths are intertwined, and the scent of light grass and woods lingers on the tip of the nose, like the hottest fire, easily igniting the desire.

Gin's breathing quickened, his pale face was dyed light red in the ambiguous atmosphere that was rapidly heating up, his Adam's apple was rolling, and he looked up at the little blood bag left.

Kurosawa Eiji pursed his lips knowingly, pulled out the needle himself, and then stretched out that big hand with well-defined knuckles and strong bones that was still stuck to the medical tape, like a pilgrim, and gently embraced the man's head.

They kissed in the silent ward.

Gin's body temperature was very low, but Eiji who kissed him deeply was hot. The scalding temperature was like magma, which could almost melt a man's reason in that overly hot and sweet kiss.

"Can I keep you warm?"

The air was steaming in the hot breath, after the kiss, Kurosawa Eiji held Gin's face, inserted five fingers into his silver hair exuding cold fragrance, and asked such a question in his low panting voice.

He hugged Gin Jiu's overly slender waist, his clear voice was slightly hoarse, and the meaning he conveyed made Gin Jiu's usually strong heart beat steadily faster.

He glanced at the young man, and unbuttoned each other one by one with his hands, revealing the white bandages and hideous wounds on his chest and abdomen.

Eiji Kurosawa chuckled, and squeezed his fingertips into his palm: "It's okay, doesn't your brother know? My physique."

Gin didn't speak, but quietly stared at his wound with downcast eyes. The dark green eyes reflected the dried blood on the bandage, and the two mixed into a dark color.

He was embraced by the young man, and he could feel the intoxicating warmth in his body, like a sweet poison, which made even his cells clamor for it.

want to.

want to……

Gin closed his eyes, endured two seconds of patience with the red corners of his eyes, then suddenly pulled Eiji's collar in the unbearable cold, and kissed him ferociously in his surprised chuckle he.

He couldn't bear it, let alone refuse.

I can't bear the water source in the desert, let alone the scorching fire in the severe cold.

In the inseparable embrace, the sun shines on the man's silver hair, coating his whole body with a layer of light golden glory.

He is obviously a person with darkness flowing in his flesh and blood, but he can be so divine, slender and beautiful under the light, and his health was taken away by his illness, making him look so pale, thin and cold.

Contradictory and deformed beauty.

Dark red scars criss-cross it, which are the burns of the flames, telling the thrill and madness of that night.

Kurosawa Eiji's fingertips landed on those scars, his eyelashes trembled slightly like a small fan, and then he bowed his head and pressed a light and pious kiss.

"Who is it that killed you, brother?" He asked hoarsely.

Gin hugged him tightly, buried his face in the socket of his neck and closed his eyes, then pulled the hair on the back of his head as if he didn't hear, and raised his body to find his lips.

"Once again." He said with an unsteady voice, his sharp eyes softened due to the trance in the skylight, and no matter how much his bright red slightly parted lips trembled, he didn't say a single word about that night.

Undoubtedly, even in front of the only trusted person, the alpha wolf cannot reveal his shameful past, not to mention that he himself does not remember that unforgettable night of defeat at all.

Absurdity and anger surged up like maggots attached to the bones, Gin tightly hugged Eiji's back, in the unwillingness that could not be appeased no matter what, he let himself immerse himself in his embrace that seemed to be able to melt everything. Choked up in the deep kiss of biting himself, panting, indulged, and sinking.

Eiji Kurosawa was sympathetic at first, but Gin seemed to want him to be more rough.

As a result, their kisses and hugs became rough, and the cruel young man clenched Gin's chin as if he no longer wanted to hide his true nature, showing his unavoidable collapse in full view, forcing him to be defeated. Looking directly at himself, the bullied one shed tears of shame but in vain.

In the end, all the venting kisses were over, Eiji's hug became gentle again, he even straightened Gin's messy long bangs, and printed a satisfied kiss on his forehead.

"Brother..." He whispered, as if he wanted to say something.

Gin Jiu gently tugged at the corner of his clothes with a hand that could hardly be lifted, interrupting the call with this weak movement.

Eiji bent down obediently, letting the opponent's pale arms wrap around his shoulders, and cupped his face with his right hand.

His calloused fingertips trembled.

"Scotland calls you Mr. Kurosawa." He said in a hoarse voice, his dark green pupils looked deeply at the sweat-stained, beast-like aggressive handsome face above his head, "Why?"

"Why?" Eiji blinked in confusion, "Because this is a fake surname given to me by Rum."

"Rum..." Gin sighed in the original tone.

"Brother?" Yingji tilted his head and looked at him in confusion.

Gin shook his head lightly, raised an index finger against his lips.

"Array."

He said in a hoarse voice, his eyelashes drooped inexplicably, hiding the true meaning in his eyes.

"In the future. When there are only two of you...just call me."