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Fortunately, Meng Yi was holding a thick-bottomed vase when he kicked the door, the edges of the broken porcelain pieces were rough but not sharp, only a few shallow cuts that were slightly bleeding.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything."

"Didn't you feel that you were shaking so much just now?"

"..." Meng Yihu stared at him with a small face: "It's okay not to mention it!"

Angrily, he snatched the cotton swab and alcohol, opened Fu Juehan's palm, and sure enough, he saw a small scratch near the wrist.

As if he only saw the owner's injured puppy, Meng Yi barked with soreness in his heart: "You don't know if your hand is broken, next time you can bandage yourself first and then take care of me."

"Not enough trouble."

Meng Yi was not happy: "It's fucking cost--"

Before he finished speaking, his hand was suddenly held, and Fu Juehan slowly took out the things in his hand: "If you have this time, let's hold hands."

Breathing stagnantly, the blush on Meng Yi's face spread rapidly like an allergy, he looked up at his own allergen in a dazed state, thinking that this kind of Fu Juehan looked quite innocent.

"Can you?" He spread his palms.

Meng Yi rubbed his face, slipped off the stool and squatted down to the edge of the sofa where Fu Juehan was sitting, and dropped a small hammer on his cloth, "Yes..."

This is really good.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, the little hammer secretly scratched him, making Fu Juehan think of a corgi with its front paws trembling and shaking hands with its owner.

He wrapped Meng Yi's fist in his palm, "Why are everything so small?"

For the first time, this sentence was not refuted, because Meng Yi was staring at Fu Juehan's wrist intently.

Different from the slender, weak and noble air pursued by many traffic niches on TV nowadays, Fu Juehan even has strong and strong muscles in his wrists. An obvious blue vein extends from his knuckles all the way to the cuff of his black shirt. Blood stained.

Meng Yi has always felt that blue veins are the second sexiest place on a man's body.

The spouted tendons are covered with hot blood, which makes the already hard and long fingers more powerful, especially when it moves deep into the narrow place, the impactful picture will appear Cruel and refreshing.

What's more, this hand just held a long whip.

The callused palm rubbed against the rough whip, and Meng Yi touched it inch by inch with his fingertips, his head full of images of Fu Juehan being tortured.

His resolute face, straight back, long legs wrapped in military boots, and muscles that swell and protrude when he swings a whip will fill his shirt. Under the black cloth is a body stained with sweat and blood.

The long whip was wrapped around the wrist, and when the wind whipped, no one could hold back without kneeling.

Meng Yi felt that he was simply sick. He obviously felt disgusted just now, but how could he put it on Fu Juehan so emotionally.

The finger that was touching upwards was suddenly pinched, Fu Juehan's eyes surged darkly, and his voice was hoarse: "If you touch again, we will have to change the room."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to touch you where I just hit someone."

Meng Yi: "..."

Meng Yi: Actually, I don't really mind...

"Do you often use a whip?"

He withdrew his hand, and was still squatting between Fu Juehan's spread legs. When he raised his head to speak, he could see a red tear on his wet and shiny lips, which was bitten by his buttocks just now.

When it hurts, I can't help biting my lips. This habit is not good. When I do something in the future, I have to coax him to hold something in my mouth.

Thinking of this, Fu Juehan turned his head and stopped looking at him, "I used it for a few years before, when Wang Jiang just woke up."

Young people in their early twenties want to suppress a group of nightclub hooligans, so they can only be more ruthless than them. Five years ago was the time when Wangjiang was developing the fastest, and it was also the time when it was the most chaotic.

"Almost every week, people have accidents here. Adult underage boys and girls are beaten, harassed, raped, and even killed."

Fu Juehan leaned back on the sofa, and put his index finger against the tip of his nose: "The price of an industrial chain should not be that more and more innocent people are victimized, someone must come forward to establish a new order."

It was at that time that Fu Juehan learned to use a whip.

He had just dug out a club that held large-scale performances behind the scenes. Unfortunately, a mistake in the club's whip that night killed a 15-year-old girl. She was wearing a white veil and hung in the secret "reception room." ", the whole body was beaten to pieces, and the blood trickled down the skirt drop by drop.

And the reason she stepped into that room was just to work part-time as a waiter for a day and save money to buy necklaces for her mother.

Fu Juehan will never forget the girl's mother's heart-piercing wailing and despairing eyes when she saw the dead body. It was also the first time he regretted creating such a holy place for entertainment.

That night Wangjiang closed its doors to thank guests, and all the lights in the [-] streets were turned off.

Fu Juehan sealed off the clubhouse before the police arrived, hung the whip and the boss in the reception room in the same way, and everyone involved in the matter was invited in, and watched helplessly as he took out a stick full of Spiked steel whip.

As soon as the whip came down, the man's arm was smashed first, and the flesh and blood exploded like cotton, and the flying blood mist splashed all over the face of the spectators.

The owner of the clubhouse was finally beaten to a bloody mess, and the "soup with the belt" was spread into a ball, and only one breath was left hanging.

Fu Juehan swung his whip too hard and hurt his eyes. There is still a small scar on the brow bone, but since then, Wangjiang has set up three high-tension lines that must not be touched - fighting, smoking , Qingse performance, as long as Fu Juehan stands here, no one will dare to offend.

After hearing this, Meng Yi was stunned for a long time, staring at the white scars on Fu Juehan's eyes. Before today, his impression of this person was only handsome, cool, gentle and romantic, and he had the same thunderous tricks.

But now I realize that those are just the simplest two sides of the prism. What is truly charming about Fu Juehan is that he is in such a vortex of deep desire, but he still maintains principles and responsibilities.

The position of the chest seemed to be poured into the wind of the night, and Juan was long overdue with huge guilt and touch.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have misunderstood you."

Meng Yi spoke seriously and sincerely, and felt that his misunderstanding just now was simply an insult to him.

The person sitting on the sofa looked down and landed on the top of his hair condescendingly: "Really?"

"Of course it's sincere." Meng Yi was still thinking about how to apologize more sincerely, when Fu Juehan stretched out his hand and patted his thigh: "Sit up."

"I..." His cheeks were flushed, and the hand holding the man's knee was a little stiff, but he still stood up like a snail and sat on his lap, muttering: "What are you doing again, right away It's nine o'clock, I have to go live..."

Fu Juehan was protecting his back, his palms slowly moved down and rested on his waist, the warm touch rubbed against Meng Yi's heart through the cloth.

"Sorry is the most useless word for me. If you sincerely apologize, you should come up with something substantial."

Meng Yi supported his shoulder and blinked: "What is substantial?"

Fu Juehan glanced at him, smiled suddenly, and opened his mouth with a bit of anger: "Stupid or pretend to be stupid, coveting you for so long, what do you think I want?"

He originally wanted to coax people to take the initiative to get close to him, either by holding hands or hugging, but he didn't expect that a burst of warm air would be sprayed from the pinnae of his ears after a brilliant kung fu.

Meng Yi jumped up suddenly like a puppy, held his face in his hands, and then his moist and warm lips fell on his eyebrows.

He was kissing the old scar.

"Brother Han, I'm not going to use this to apologize to you," he pursed his lips, and pecked again with great cherishment: "I just want to say that although I came a little late, I still love you very much. After so many years, Thank you for your hard work."

The stars outside the window shifted by an angle, and Fu Juehan saw from his eyes that dark clouds brushed past the edge of the moon.

After solving Shen Lei, Meng Yi seemed to have no reason to live in Fu Juehan's house anymore, but the two of them tacitly kept silent on the matter of moving out.

Life is still going on step by step. They live broadcast one by one and watch the show one by one. After the end, they rest in Regal and go home together after getting enough sleep the next day. They are like a newlywed couple. It was more than doubled before, because Meng Yi was always hiding in the room mysteriously, not knowing what he was planning.

Li Yang looked anxiously, "Brother Han, I see why the young master is avoiding you."

Fu Juehan threw the dart out: "It's very good, don't watch it next time."

In fact, he knew well that the little silly Douer was working hard.

One hid secretly, and the other connived without a limit. Finally, three days later, Meng Yi sneaked out of the house and left him a post-it note with only two words - wait for me.

Li Yang was so frightened that he jumped three feet high: "Brother, your wife has run away!"

Only Fu Juehan understood the meaning of his two words, as if seeing the puppy he raised finally learned to stand up his ears, he was both sad and relieved.

Meng Yi left for a whole week, did not contact anyone during this period, and also took a leave of absence from the live broadcast, Fu Juehan could only find some clues from his circle of friends.

On the night of the eighth day, he suddenly received a video call, as if telepathic, and knew it was Meng Yi before he answered it.

Sure enough, as soon as the screen was opened, the child who had been away from home for many days flashed in front of his eyes.

He hugged Pikachu in his arms and slowly moved towards the camera, breathing in and out of his nose, with a sticky and serious voice.

"I'm ready."

"You come."

Meng Yi didn't turn on the light, so he could only see his bright eyes through the light from the window, the picture kept shaking, every gasp in the darkness affected Fu Juehan's heartbeat

"Brother Han, I'm very nervous now, so let's get straight to the point, shall we?"

Without waiting for anyone to nod, he continued talking on his own, for fear that he would break up the courage he had accumulated so hard.

"I fell into a lake when I was a child, and I've been afraid of water ever since, and some very... very complicated things happened at that time, maybe I'm really timid, those things left me point, um...obstacles..."

He was embarrassed to talk about his psychological shadow, and always felt that he seemed too weak, but in fact Fu Juehan knew everything.

"The body seems to have a memory of drowning. When I want to do something, those reactions will follow. I can't breathe, my nasal cavity is choked, my body sinks, and..." to Mother's fear of accident.

Fu Juehan tilted his head and drank his saliva, pinching the seat with his fingers under the camera: "What makes you uncomfortable?"

The screen went dark for a moment, and Meng Yi's voice became soft and thin like a baby bird: "I'm sure I like you..."

The air on both sides stagnated at the same time, and the night was a knife that cut the heart.

Fu Juehan forcefully forced a smile: "It's okay, I will know even if you don't say anything, don't force yourself—"

"No, I have to say..." Meng Yi repeated twice, his voice gradually began to tremble, his throat seemed to be blocked by a piece of cotton soaked in water, and he couldn't breathe, but he still said the words in his heart. One sentence finished——

"Drowning and Fu Juehan, I always have to overcome one."

Without waiting for anyone to respond, he stood up and rushed out. The moment the hatch opened, the light from the lighthouse illuminated the whole world.

The hunting sea wind blows head-on, curling his hair and retreating, low-flying gulls circle around the big white ship, its slender body is above the flame-burned red sky, and below is the sparkling blue sea ​​surface.

Meng Yi stood on the plywood in a diving suit, and a white church stood alone on the beach behind him.

"Xiaobao...Xiaobao, what are you doing!"

When Fu Juehan saw where he was, his brain went crazy, and his heart jumped into his throat instantly, "You're on a boat? You're still wearing a diving suit. Aren't you afraid of water? What are you doing there!"

Meng Yi pinched his throat and made several swallowing movements so as not to let the fear spread quickly. He said, "I am on the Wanning sea, where there is a salty sea breeze and a sky that can connect the fire to the clouds," he said. Then he moved the camera over and showed Fu Juehan the beach: "Did you see that triangular white building, its name is Dear Church."

He took a step forward and walked to the edge of the deck. There were seven or eight lifeboats floating under the big ship, and there were lifeguards hired by him beside each boat.

"This is the 179th attempt I have made, and the previous 178 have failed."

His voice was blown away by the sea breeze, and when he shouted hoarsely, it was as if he was grinding Fu Juehan's heart: "But I can't wait to be with you, so Brother Han, can you help me?"

Fu Juehan was stunned, looking at the trembling Meng Yi in the picture, seeing his red nose and legs that became weaker and weaker due to stress disorder, he instantly understood Meng Yi's intentions.

Drowning and Fu Juehan, one has to be overcome.

So he didn't do anything in the past seven days, he just kept stepping on the deck, facing the church, and jumped into the water 178 times like masochistic, each time because he wanted to like Fu Juehan.

The heartbeat and the wind stopped together, Fu Juehan looked at Meng Yi who was about to lose his breath in the picture, and even gasped for pain: "Xiaobao, how can I help you?"

Meng Yi retreated to the last step, and half of his foot had already moved to the edge. He was so scared that his face turned pale, and he still smiled and shouted at the camera: "Fu Juehan, Fu Juehan! Let's go down together, if this time I If I can swim up by my own strength, I will woo you in the church!"

At the end of the sentence, he blinked helplessly: "If it still fails—"

"No ifs."

"what?"

Fu Juehan raised his eyebrows, and slowly kissed his cheek in the video, his voice was as firm as a lighthouse that has been standing for many years——

"Xiaobao, I will bless you with everything I have, there are no ifs."

At the moment when the seagulls were flying high towards the orange sky, Meng Yi drew an arc beside the big white boat and plunged into the sea.

The author says:

The seaside church in Riyue Bay, Wanning, Hainan, the one with the white triangle is called "Dear Church."

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ps: Don’t learn from Xiaobao, Baoer who has a fear of drowning and who can’t swim, don’t just dive into it.