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At the end of the night, Fu Juehan drove Meng Yi to the finish line of the track.

He pumped the oil to the fullest, and the speed reached the limit in an instant. The whistling wind suddenly brushed past his ears, and all his senses were immersed in the passion brought by the speed.

Meng just wanted to yell a few words loudly, it would be fun if he shouted hoarsely.

"Are you ready?" Fu Juehan asked loudly above his head.

Meng Yi looked at the ten-meter-high and one-meter-wide diving platform protruding from the road ahead of them, and suddenly understood what Fu Juehan wanted to do.

Riding a dragon god and jumping down from a ten-meter-high platform, the speed and passion brought by the wind will make people excited to the limit, but no one can guarantee what will happen at the moment of landing.

A smooth landing or a bloody crash are all possible.

Unbelievably, he didn't have the slightest fear.

"Will it be dangerous!" Meng Yi raised his head and asked him.

Fu Juehan smiled lightly, without giving him any promise, he just raised his hand and stroked his chin, "I will be behind you."

Meng Yi blinked, suddenly he was not afraid of anything.

Like he said, do what you want.

"Don't be afraid! Go!"

The little beast in his arms issued orders, and the dragon god under his crotch responded.

Fu Juehan slammed on the accelerator, and rushed up the narrow high platform along the steep slope. After passing through a gentle acceleration section, he suddenly bowed his shoulders and increased the speed. At the moment when Dragon God rushed out of the end of the platform, he grabbed the handle The car was pulled backwards, and the front of the car suddenly lifted and rushed to the sky, like a fierce horse that suddenly stopped galloping, neighing and roaring with its head raised.

Then there is the contest of speed and wind.

The giant beast fell, splitting the air flow, and Meng Yi's head roared. He screamed at the top of his voice, but he couldn't hear anything as if he was deaf. Only Fu Juehan's heavy breathing enveloped him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Fu Juehan!!! You are so fucking awesome!!!"

With a loud bang, the tire hit the ground.

Driven by the huge inertia, Meng Yi slammed into the front of the car. Seeing that he couldn't stop, he could only close his eyes and prepare to fight down.

But at the last moment, Fu Juehan forced his left arm between his head and the iron sheet. The moment his head hit his arm, Meng Yi clearly heard a muffled groan of pain behind him.

He suddenly understood the meaning of the phrase "Placing it in front of him is a treasure". They are all mortal bodies, but Fu Juehan can try his best to make himself hurt and protect him, as if he has really become some kind of treasure. , is worthy of being held in the heart.

His eyes were red in a daze, perhaps because his chest was constantly trembling, or perhaps because the passing night wind was too harsh.

Although the act of defying the body's instinct is simple, it can't deceive people, just like the siren's voice that lures the sailors into a complete sinking, it easily deflects Meng Yi's heart that has been impoverished for a long time.

In the second half of the journey, they were swayed by inertia for more than ten meters, and the tires kept rubbing against each other, making the sound of "squeaky!" The bodies of the two swayed from side to side with the car body, and they were once in close contact with the ground. It was Fu Juehan who turned sideways The drift was barely stopped.

He put his two long legs down to support the car, roughly pulled his helmet, then carefully unfastened the buckle on Meng's chin, and slowly took off the helmet to protect the back of his head, carefully inspecting his helmet. Whether there is any abrasion on the head and face, even behind the ears.

"How is it? Does it hurt?"

Meng Yi let him manipulate like a little curly-haired doll, tilting his head, opening his mouth, and obeying all instructions.

I don't know if he yelled too hard just now, but now his ears are buzzing, and he can only see Fu Juehan's anxious face in his misty eyes, moving his lips constantly, but he can't hear a single word.

It wasn't until the tip of his ear was pulled forcefully that he heard the sound again.

Fu Juehan: "Xiaobao, say something."

Meng Yi: "You...your cheekbones are bleeding."

Fu Juehan breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, my throat didn't crack."

"..."

Meng Yi was a little at a loss, obviously the man in front of him had so badly scratched his face that blood was oozing, but he was still concerned about whether his throat was cut or not.

I couldn't tell what it was like in my heart, it was hot and numb, and driven by the soaring adrenaline just now, Meng Yi suddenly wanted to act impulsively regardless.

"Brother Han."

Fu Juehan was taking off his gloves when he stopped him, and Meng Yi's hand was also on his wrist, as if he was planning a big event.

Fu Juehan was stunned for two seconds, his heart suddenly clenched, and he stuttered when he spoke: "Why...you sound so nice."

Meng Yi took a deep breath, and slowly got out of the shell like a little snail. If there were really two tentacles on its head, it would be shaking like chaff by now.

"I...I want to say...we'll either, try—"

"Mr. Fu!"

There was a sudden shout from behind, and the little snail shrank back again in fright. The owner of the parking lot ran over panting with the driver, not paying attention to the ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them.

"Mr. Fu, Xiao Liu saw a Ducati lying in front of him. Did you fall? Oh, you didn't break it, did you?"

Fu Juehan looked at Meng Yi who was silent again, clicked his tongue impatiently, and when he turned his head away, a wave of hostility rushed towards his face like a wolf like a tiger, his eyes were filled with unexplained emotions, and the boss was displeased. Consciously took half a step back.

"Boss Xu, the clearing I'm talking about refers to everyone including you."

"This..." The boss was sweating, and when he looked at the person in Fu Juehan's arms who was blocking him like a baby, no matter how slow he was, he knew it was a good thing to disturb others, so he quickly apologized: "Got it Mr. Fu, look at my eyesight, let's get out immediately, let's go now."

Fu Juehan was worried and explained again: "No one is allowed in until we go out."

Meng Yi's cheeks flushed red, and he shrank back into the embrace of the person. What he said sounded like he and Fu Juehan were going to do something together.

"Then let's go back first," he suggested weakly, "It's almost time to play."

Fu Juehan sighed helplessly, and flicked a sweet jujube on his forehead with his fingers, "Ancestor, you really belong to the quail."

He took out a wet tissue from the storage box and wiped the dirt on Meng Yi's neck, "I seem to have missed a great opportunity just now."

Meng Yi didn't say a word, motionless like a little wooden man.

Fu Juehan slowly moved closer, and rested his chin in the dimple in the middle of his hair, with an unbelievably gentle voice: "Do you want to say it again? You're sorry, I just pretended I didn't hear it."

Originally, it was an impulse triggered by adrenaline, but now that the energy has dissipated, how could Meng Yi dare to say a word, "I have already forgotten..."

Fu Juehan had no choice but to give up, "Forget it, I'll listen if you say it, and wait if you don't. Don't worry about yourself like this."

Meng Yi got out of his empty embrace, pointed to his left cheekbone: "Take care of it, it's all bleeding."

"It's okay, just go back and put a Band-Aid on it."

He unscrewed the thermos cup and handed it to Meng Yi's mouth, "Drink some water."

"I... I'll take it myself."

"Okay," Fu Juehan gave him with a smile, but Meng Yi lost his strength before receiving it, and the cup almost fell off, "Damn it, why are my hands so numb."

"I got hit by the recoil, I ran too fast just now." Fu Juehan took the cup again and handed it over steadily, "Drink."

It would be hypocritical to refuse again, Meng Yi leaned over obediently, his eyes lit up after smelling the smell, "Sweet?"

"Sydney water."

"......Oh."

This time he didn't need to tell, Meng Yi also knew that Fu Juehan had specially prepared it for him, and knew that he liked to eat crayfish, drink pear water, play motorcycles, and could not drink cold wine.

Looking at the package of wet tissues that he pulled out just now, even the packaging is pink, it doesn't look like something Fu Juehan would use, so it goes without saying who it's for in the car.

Does the big boss pursue people who can do everything in such a meticulous and considerate manner?Meng Yi didn't know what other people were like, he had only been close to Fu Juehan.

Just like the little squirrel who never had enough to eat when hibernating in previous years, this time he picked up a cave full of pine cones. While he was pleasantly surprised, he worried about what to do if the pine cones were taken away again.

The wind blew away the gasoline smell from the exhaust pipe, and Fu Juehan led him to the viewing platform, chatting casually.

"Go back at nine o'clock, is there anything tonight?"

"No, it's exactly nine o'clock, just in time for my work."

"what do you do?"

Meng Yiting looked at him amusedly, his eyes seemed to say, don't you know everything?

Fu Juehan didn't hide it either: "This hasn't been investigated yet."

"I'm convinced." Meng Yi deliberately teased him: "I don't have any serious work, I just lull people to sleep."

Fu Juehan glanced at him, "Speak well."

"Hmph, I didn't lie to you. It's not a serious job. I'm just a small anchor. I usually make some sleep-helping videos so that people who enter the live broadcast room can sleep better."

"How to help sleep?" Fu Juehan's tone was inexplicably sour, "Are you singing them a lullaby or telling a story?"

"Well...it's almost the same. Compared with those messy props, the pure natural voice is actually more suitable for relaxing the nerves, so I play it wherever I go."

Unlike most ASMR anchors, Meng Yi's live broadcast materials are casual and serious every night. He can complete a live broadcast while taking advantage of the pattering rain, and he will also go to the Taklamakan Desert to listen to a mix of flying for fans. Sandy snowfall.

The singing of whales in the middle of the Baltic Sea is mellow and ethereal, and the sea cauliflower living under the water will be blown by the wind to whisper, and the fast and slow chirping of cicadas in midsummer night is most suitable for the frequency of the heartbeat.

"I've been to many places, some beautiful and some not beautiful, but without exception, they all sound good."

He will hold the simplest equipment and broadcast live in selected or random places for four or five hours. Sometimes he will read a book in a soft tone, and sometimes he will simply sing a slow song. He does not like to show off his skills. , every word and every sentence is eloquently told, but it also forms a story by itself.

From nine o'clock to two o'clock in the morning, he made sure that most of the fans were asleep before turning off the equipment and resting by himself.

Live broadcast for two years, almost every day.

Fu Juehan remained silent, looked at him sideways for a while, and suddenly smiled, "Over 700 days and nights, you have brought good dreams to many people."

Meng Yi couldn't bear people's praise the most, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet for a while.

"It's not as noble as you think. I also have my own selfishness. At the beginning, it was because of an...elder in the family who was not in a good spirit and had nightmares all the year round. I wanted her to sleep better, but... .She hasn't heard it yet."

Even in front of outsiders, he did not dare to call Tao Ya his mother. The mistakes he made when he was young required him to spend the rest of his life to make up for it. There are very few opportunities to call mother well.

Fu Juehan took a cigarette, didn't light it, and pinched it over and over with his fingertips, as if his heart had received countless small needles, and the pain was so bad that it festered.

"What then?"

"Later, I found the meaning of this matter."

He pulled out a necklace from his clothes, and looked at Fu Juehan with bright eyes, as if he wanted to share but was embarrassed.

"I haven't shown this off to anyone yet," he rubbed his face and said in a low voice, "Then I told you, don't laugh at me."

The desire to share is the beginning of being quietly tempted. Fu Juehan wished that he would tell himself everything, "Okay, I won't laugh at you."

"Hey, touch it, it's engraved." He handed the metal piece on the chain to Fu Juehan.

"21 engraved?"

"Yeah!" Meng nodded, "A year ago, a medical team approached me and wanted to use the audio I made to assist patients with mental anxiety, and invited me to join their research. As of three months ago, I had indirectly helped 21 people, all of them have recovered and been discharged from the hospital. This small sign is the 21st birthday gift given to me by the dean.”

"Isn't it kinda... meaningful?"

He smiled shyly, shaking the small tag, "Actually, I know that the audio is not very useful, at most it can let them sleep peacefully for a night, but when I think that I played a little bit in their recovery process It works, I feel..."

I feel that I am also a very useful adult.

Young people are ashamed to speak too decent words, they always feel that they are pretentious and hypocritical, but Fu Juehan can see his mind clearly, because Meng Yi has been like this since he was a child.

When he was six years old, he got his first bedtime reading, which was "The Little Prince" bought by Tao Ya. On that day, Fu Juehan and Meng Xiang built a two-story room to compete for the first place to tell stories to his younger brother. chores.But that night, Meng Yi knocked on the doors of the whole family one by one with the book in his hand.

He was in a small group, lying on the door, and said shyly: "Tonight, Xiaobao will coax brother, mother and father to sleep."

He is like a perpetual motion machine that is not very powerful, always outputting slowly, using those methods that are not very clever but absolutely sincere to prove his existence and value.

From the moment they met again, Fu Juehan regretted that if it hadn't been for the fall into the water that year, Meng Yi would have grown into a gentle, lovely and carefree boy, without having to wear this layer of seemingly arrogant and awkward skin.

"Give me a good dream too," he touched Meng Yi's eyes, "I also want someone to coax me to sleep."

It's best to dream back to more than ten years ago, answering the desperate phone call, or holding the child who wanted to commit suicide.

"If so what do you like?"

Fu Juehan smiled, "Do you still want to hear my confession again?"

"...That's not what it means." Meng rolled her eyes, "What kind of voice do you like?"

"The sea, don't be that rough, it's too noisy."

Meng Yi frowned and thought for a while, then scratched his hair in embarrassment, and slowly leaned towards him.

"I don't really like it." He first gave him a vaccination, and then put his hands together and put them next to his ears. With the heat of his breath falling on his skin, Fu Juehan heard it. Sing twice.

Like a soft sea breeze brushing past the ears, the sound of "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow" is like a siren sometimes like a gull, and a light blue coast immediately appears in my mind. , as if speaking to people.

It was not until the sound stopped for a long time that Fu Juehan opened his eyes.

"What's this?" he asked softly, staying very close to the person.

The smile in Meng's eyes widened, revealing one side of waxy white canine teeth, neither dodging nor dodging, he said——

"It's the rising tide accumulated in the conch, and I'll give it to you."

Like, the clumsy intentions he dared not express.

The author says:

Even if Xiaobao lived another ten years, he still couldn't resist Brother Han's gentle offensive. He couldn't control his temptation, but he only dared to show his favor secretly.

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Xiaobao: My mother said that the sisters and aunts who left a message in the comment area of ​​this chapter can get the Meng 1 sleep set meal at night! (Hint hint (〃ω))