Lord

Dai Chong walked into the medical center with a dark face and looked at his watch. It was past nine o'clock. He rolled his eyes and turned into the ward.

Dai Chong also felt ashamed, damn it, Yuze was going to come together, but he refused to let him live or die. In Room 119, there was a light on in the crack of the door. He dawdled for a long time, prepared himself mentally and opened the door to enter.

No one in the room, empty bed, unplugged syringes trailing on the floor, windows ajar.

"Fuck me?" He was annoyed, a little condescending and frustrated, he kicked something next to the wall, with a loud crash, the semi-fixed metal frame collapsed, and the needles and pills scattered all over the floor.

He stared at the mess of the place, thinking what the hell Cen Zhuo would definitely offend him, he opened the door and wanted to leave, when someone outside the window suddenly said: "What are you doing, tearing down the house?"

He folded back and stared at the window.

Fighting all the year round, subconsciously locate the sound, the person is outside the window, on the right side.He jumped onto the window sill in a few steps. This is the first floor, very close to the ground, with grass under his legs. There is a protruding outer wall component on both sides of the window.

"Hello," Dai Chong greeted the component, "the one next door."

"Huh?" A young man's voice.

"Where did the people in this house go, do you know?"

The other end didn't speak, it seemed that he didn't know.Dai Chong turned around and wanted to leave, but when he looked up, he saw a sky full of stars, densely packed like boiling silver water, flashing in the sky: "Fuck..."

He sat down and looked up at the stars like a child.

The person on the other side of the component knew that he hadn't left, and his voice melted into the south wind: "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yeah." Dai Chong nodded, usually he was either on the training ground or in Lotus City, never paying attention to the scenery above his head.

Accustomed to having a few sour poems in his girlfriend's stomach, he picked up a poem to suit the occasion: "If there is a sun brocade, I would like to pave the ground for you, inlaid with gold and then inlaid with silver. Light and darkness follow day and night, and brocades are hard to come by when the family is poor. There is a dream to replace..."

There are two more sentences behind, and he stopped.

"Why," said the person at the other end of the component, "wait for me to pick it up, I don't have that culture."

Dai Chong was disappointed: "Practice the shoes carefully, and my dreams will not be broken."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that I like you so much. If there is a cloth made by the gods in the sky, I will use it to pave the floor for you, and inlaid it with gold and silver, so that you can step on it. It's a pity that my family is poor and cannot afford cloth. You can only use dreams instead, and you must be gentle when you step on it, so as not to shatter my dreams."

There was a long silence.

"Hello, buddy?" Dai Chong pointed his head towards the component.

The response came: "It's so fucking sour."

"Fuck, don't complain if you don't understand," Dai Chong looked at the sky full of stars, thought of Yuze's younger brother, and said softly, "There is no fate, don't blame me."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Dai Chong smiled, obviously he didn't see this man's face, but he still liked to talk to him: "This man, his brother, let me pick him up."

"Huh?" The other end was surprised.

"That's right, I was frightened too," Dai Chong sat next to the component, and he could see a leg hanging down over there. His trousers were rolled up to his knees, and his calf was long and straight. "It can't be helped, it's too long. Handsome, you found me."

Puchi, the other end smiled.

"Laughing fart," Dai Chong kicked his feet through the structure, "I understand that I have been hurt emotionally, and now I want a handsome and considerate big brother like me the most."

There was silence at first, and then said: "You have always been handsome, how handsome you can be."

Dai Chong sneered: "Look at me, fascinated."

"Dude, I'm going to throw up."

"Brother's face is invincible," Dai Chong shook his hair recklessly, "If he is in the room, I don't need to say a word when I come in, just sit on the side of the bed, help him set up the pillow, look at him, he It must be messy."

Holding back a smile: "And then?"

"Then let's play it," Dai Chong raised the corners of his mouth, "Hold his shoulders and ask for warmth or something. The key point is to be indifferent, lower your voice, and introduce yourself: Jugui Dai Chong, nice to meet you."

The other side didn't hold back, and laughed loudly: "Dai Chong, the ghost card, come on, let me see, what a shocking handsome appearance you are, to make you so flirtatious!"

Under the bright stars, a lively face poked out, with scratches on the face and blue chin, but those eyes, brighter than the brightest stars, shone brightly, as if they wanted to suck people in.

Dai Chong stared at him without saying a word for a while.

"I'm convinced," the man said, "Dude, you're so handsome that you scare me."

He said this, but Dai Chong knew that he was not tempted, not at all, the eyes that tempted him were not like this, he was the kind of rare person who didn't have any distracting thoughts about beauty.

"Royer," Dai Chong saw the opening of his right temple, "I have never seen you."

"Fake," the man knew himself, grabbed his hand and stabbed himself on the head, "Look, it's dead."

The skin is slightly hot, with a slight fever. The heat is transmitted from the fingertips, awakening the body temperature, and Dai Chong sweats inexplicably: "Why did you fake it?"

The man didn't answer, and sat back with some difficulty, probably seriously injured: "Dai Chong, I remember you, handsome, but a little silly."

"Fuck you," Dai Chong said, but he unconsciously wanted to get closer in his heart: "Hey, let me tell you, come here." He stared at the component, "How about I go over?"

"It's too late, I'm going back to the house, and I'm still sick."

Dai Chong didn't say anything, when he heard him enter the room, he also fell off the window sill, clapped his hands and went out, the door was pushed open in front of him, he was startled, thought it was Cen Zhuo who came back, but it turned out that the boy .

There are hideous bullet holes on the smooth calf, and a bright red tattoo is exposed on the slightly open neckline.

"Hey..." Dai Chong couldn't help laughing, it was the kind of tricked and pleasantly surprised smile, "Come here as soon as you come, what tricks are you playing!"

The man looked at him like an idiot, kicked the debris on the ground, brushed past him, and climbed onto the bed: "Don't forget to turn off the light for me when you leave."

Dai Chong was stunned, and turned to stare at him.

"Why," the man took off his shirt under the quilt, threw it on the chair, and smiled at him wickedly, "you want to come over and set me up a pillow?"

"Fuck your mother..." Dai Chong's face flushed suddenly, it's the first time he's stumbled like this when he grows up so big, "You fucking...is it Cen Zhuo?"

"Well, nice to meet you." Covering the quilt, Cen Zhuo stretched out one arm to point at the lamp, and on his shoulder was a bloody peony flower. Dai Chong stared at it, remembering that Yuze said that he was once the son of a peony lion. people.

He pressed the switch, and the room was dark. Behind him, Cen Zhuo said, "I'm bored by myself, and I'm squatting on the windowsills around me. I didn't mean to trick you, handsome guy with blue eyes."

Dai Chong felt something scratching in his heart, prickly and itchy, he snorted, stepped on the needles and pills all over the floor, and slammed the door away.

He raced all the way to Lianhua City, feeling like he was going to explode, as if all the anger in his life had been aroused by Cen Zhuo, he didn't feel good drinking, he didn't feel good playing dice, he still didn't feel good when he hugged a beautiful girl, the people who played with him asked What happened to him, he said angrily: "The cat bit me!"

After drinking until midnight, dizzy, a few people at the next table got together to chat, and it was Cen Zhuo who was chatting.

"……real?"

"I really don't know, anyway, Ding Huanliang's younger brother said so."

Ding Huanliang?Dai Chong frowned, Yuzawa's personal secretary has been in charge of handling the affairs of Jialantang.

"So, did you let Peony Lion fool you?"

"It's so fucking bad."

Dai Chong carried the wine and wandered over: "What good things are we talking about, take me one."

"Shh," those people suppressed their voices, "Gossip, the president's younger brother..." They winked, "Let the peony lion play."

If he was out of tune, thinking of Cen Zhuo's bright black eyes, Dai Chong took a sip of wine and stared at them coldly.

"The president is enough to lose face, dear brother, let the old enemy do it."

"That's right, have you seen it, is it pretty?"

Dai Chong bit the mouth of the bottle, he couldn't imagine what that little bastard would be like, Yu Ze said that he was hurt by others, but seeing how bad he played himself, the injury wasn't serious enough.

"I saw it, but I was covered in blood, and I didn't see the fart clearly."

Dai Chong put down his wine: "Blood?"

"It's on the ninth floor. He was shot twice, and he still has torture wounds all over his body. Anyway, he doesn't have a good place from head to toe. It's his fate to live."

"Torture?"

"Brother, I really admire you," they lit a cigarette and told him in a breathless voice, "Peony Lion tricked Jialantang to go to Menggui City, saying that he was being recruited, but in the end he rescued Bai Ru'er, and only Cen Zhuo threw it there and asked Ding Huanliang to clean it up, saying that the steel drill penetrated into the ribs, and even the skin and flesh were all rotten."

Dai Chong stared, under the flickering light, he was fierce and terrifying.

"Okay, the secretary surnamed Ding has done it too."

"He deserves it, whoever comes out of nowhere dares to act as the boss in Jianghan."

It's too miserable, Dai Chong only thought about Cen Zhuo, the Peony Lion got his heart, used it, played with it, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with one foot.

Practical and careful, my dreams cannot be broken.Suddenly remembered the poem in the ward, what it felt like to Cen Zhuo's ears, he was probably forcing a smile, stiffened, gritted his teeth and swallowed.

"Secretary Dai," the girls approached from behind, complaining coquettishly, "Whatever you think, ignore us."

"I didn't think about anything," Dai Chong smiled at them, "Thinking of a fool." After laughing, a strong injustice suddenly surged in his chest, followed by regret and sympathy for Cen Zhuo.

The next morning, he went to the medical center again. He was wearing a good suit and had his hair done. When he came, he saw a calla lily in the shallows of the river, like a cloud. He picked a handful and put it in the back seat of the car. I only took one, with a long stem and a straight flower stem, like a sword.

Turning into the ward area, the doctor and younger brother saw him, lowered their heads and pretended not to see him.At the end of the corridor, many people blocked Cen Zhuo's door. They were subordinates from various families, and they accompanied the eldest brother to visit the president's younger brother. It is not difficult to imagine that his room must be overcrowded now.

Dai Chong's enthusiasm cooled down, he looked at the flower in his hand, felt tacky, turned his head to leave, walked a few steps, turned back, hid the flower behind him, and pushed open the door next to Cen Zhuo.

Originally, he just wanted to wait in this room, but when he entered the room, Cen Zhuo sat on the empty bed with his upper body naked and his eyes straightened, not knowing what he was thinking.

Dai Chong was stunned, that body, vigorous and beautiful, was covered with large and small scars, many battle wounds, but the shocking thing was the knife wounds caused by the torture, and several blackened blood holes.

When Cen Zhuo saw him, he fluttered his eyelashes in a daze, and immediately picked up the clothes next to him and put them on his body, he was afraid that people would look at him and see his misery.

Dai Chong couldn't explain this feeling, as if his viscera had become soft, he walked up, took out the flower from behind, and silently stretched it out in front of him.

Snow-white flowers, emerald green flower branches, Shenyang can't grow such beautiful things, Cen Zhuo looked at it and smiled: "The first trick is to set up pillows, and the second trick is to send flowers?"

This smile is forced, Dai Chong can see that he is full of sadness from inside to outside: "Why come here again?"

"There are too many people in that room, it's troublesome." Hua, Cen Zhuo didn't pick it up.

"Oh," Dai Chong withdrew his hand, turned the stem, and the delicate petals rubbed against the black suit, rustling, "Hey, this place is suffocating, come out for a drink with me?"

Cen Zhuo stared at the flower, and pulled it out of Dai Chong's hand with a pitiful look: "Drinking in the morning?" He got out of bed and found an empty metal bottle, filled it with water, and inserted it, "Furthermore Yes, I am a patient."

Dai Chong watched him take care of the flowers, and put the calyx on the window sill to meet the light: "Shall we go?"

Cen Zhuo said without hesitation, "Go."

Dai Chong unbuttoned his suit, took off his clothes and threw them on his head: "Cover your face, let's go."

"Have a drink, what are you covering up..." The lining of the suit was still warm, and smelled like lemon grapefruit perfume.

"It's up to you whether you want to cover it or not," Dai Chong pointed his thumb at the next door, "Anyway, it's full of people outside."

Cen Zhuo thought for a while, covered his face with his suit, and walked out of the room with him.The fever subsided, but they were afraid of affecting the abdominal wound, so the two walked very slowly, and as soon as they left the ward area, they ran into Yuzawa head-on.

When Tang Ze saw Dai Chong, he immediately asked, "You are not in the house with my brother, what are you doing out?"

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Cen Zhuo turned up the collar of his suit, revealing a pale face: "Brother..."

Yuzawa was stunned.

"Then what, brother," Dai Chong stammered, looking as if he had been caught, "We, er, look at the sky, so, let's go out and have a drink."

Yu Ze narrowed his eyes, Dai Chong would not take Cen Zhuo to some serious place, but it would make people happy: "Ah, that's fine... let's go."

The two rubbed shoulders with him, Yu Ze called Dai Chong to stop worryingly, and whispered, "Be careful."

Dai Chong nodded quickly, pushed Cen Zhuo out of the medical center, got into his car, and activated the nuclear energy operating system: "Fuck, why did I meet your brother?"

"It's good," Cen Zhuo returned the suit to him, and leaned back into the comfortable soft metal seat, "You've been with me before, so you don't have to come here again."

Dai Chong frowned, he couldn't figure out how this kid could make him so angry, he couldn't get angry for no reason, so he could only hit the gas pedal hard: "I asked you to come out, it has nothing to do with your brother."

As he said that, the car ran out of the headquarters of the dyeing company in a search of the ground, and rushed to Highway No. [-] like an arrow.The speed was very fast, Cen Zhuo tightly closed his eyes, because he remembered Zhu Yeliang, when Zhu Yeliang was on his back, he was also running so fast.

Seeing him close his eyes, Dai Chong thought he was uncomfortable, so he slowed down immediately: "I'm going fast?"

"No," Cen Zhuo closed his eyes, his voice was low, "a little...tired."

Dai Chong knows that he has something on his mind, but he doesn't know how to coax him. He has had all kinds of women, but he has never entered into their stories. He is just a passerby of them, seeking satisfaction from them selfishly.

When I drove to Lotus City, I asked for a small bag, including simulation games, dice machines, synthetic ice cream, shower room and double bed. Dai Chong took down all the wine from the wall cabinet, filled the table, and gave them bottle by bottle. Cen Zhuoqi: "Come on, if you don't get drunk, you won't return."

Cen Zhuo clutched the wine bottle, he wanted to get drunk, and when he was drunk, he could escape everything, forget everything about Chasing Yeliang, Bai Ruer, love and betrayal.

He blew the bottle in one breath, and said to Dai Chong with a blushing face, "If I cry when I'm drunk, don't tell my brother."

Dai Chong felt a pain in his heart, and just because of this sentence, he fell in love with him: "No one will know every word and every tear in this room."

Cen Zhuo smiled, turned his eyes, and plunged into his own world.

Dai Chong drank with him, stronger than him, eleven or twelve bottles would not make you drunk, but he was buoyed by the strength of the wine, he put his arms around Cen Zhuo's arm, and blew hot air against his ear: "Hey, do you think I'm drunk?" How about it?"

"Huh?" Cen Zhuo turned to look at him, nose to nose.

"I..." Dai Chong was a little faint, his blue eyes slid along his lips to the neckline, "I want to see... your injury."

Cen Zhuo was really drunk, the tears in his eyes could not be kept, one or two drops fell from the corner of his eyes and hit the back of his hand.

The fire in his heart was burning, and it was only then that Dai Chong realized that it was not anger, but the agitation caused by being attracted. He pinched Cen Zhuo's buttons, undid them one by one, reached in, and covered his left chest , the heart was pounding inside.

"Cen Zhuo, forget about the peony lion."

Cen Zhuo reacted, Peony Lion... Zhuyeliang, the three words like a knife are unforgettable, even if he forgets himself, he can't forget that person.

He pushed Dai Chong away, went on to get the wine, refused bluntly, and Dai Chong grabbed his arm in a frenzy: "I can give you ten times, a hundred times the happiness that Peony Lion gave you."

Cen Zhuo pushed him away.

"Look at me, the four great skeletons in the world, Peony Lion, Wishful Bead, Slender Lady, and Ju Guipai, give me another three years, and I will become even more legendary than Peony Lion!"

Cen Zhuo pushed him away again.

"He's about to hit Jianghan, come and hit your brother!"

This time, Cen Zhuo didn't move, but trembled: "I like him...the kind of liking that I dare not admit to anyone."

"But he doesn't like you," Dai Chong gently sprinkled a handful of salt on his festering wound, "He left you and chose someone else, you have to face this reality."

Cen Zhuo nodded, he knew that Zhu Yeliang had never lied to him in this matter, they were "birds and fish" and could not reach the other side.

Dai Chong looked at the fake access port on his temple: "Cen Zhuo, make yourself stronger, and become a rival to Peony Lion, not his appendage."

Maybe it was the word "accessory" that angered Cen Zhuo, he turned around and grabbed Dai Chong by the collar: "What the hell are you talking about!"

The alcohol was fermenting, and Dai Chong confronted him drunkenly: "I said you are too weak, not even a controller, how can people look down upon you!"

Cen Zhuo stood up abruptly and raised his fist at him.

"Come on, come on," Dai Chong also stood up and leaned his face closer, "The Peony Lion has played tricks on you, but look at your current state, crying and complaining about yourself, like a poor abandoned person!"

He punched him in the face with a bang, Dai Chong grabbed Cen Zhuo and wanted to fight back, both of them got too drunk, entangled and fell to the ground, one pressing on the other, struggling to hug each other.

The blue eyes looked down at the black eyes, and the black eyes fled.

"Don't hide," Dai Chong held his chin, "I'm serious, you put on the skeleton, we fight side by side, and go to Changjiangkou to fight the Peony Lion. Let him see, you can live well without him."

Cen Zhuo stared at him without blinking, this man was different from Zhu Yeliang, he had flesh and blood, he had the foolishness of a young man, and he had a scorching body temperature.

"We will become legends together," Dai Chong looked into the starry sky in his eyes, "Even if the controller cabin is pierced, I will never take a step back and leave you alone."

Cen Zhuo trembled suddenly, and then burst into tears, he couldn't bear it anymore, the grievance, heartache and hatred for so long poured into Dai Chong's arms, let the blue-eyed boy hold him, bit by bit, Wipe away the tears.

"Peony lions don't know what to buy," Dai Chong said with a smile, "try me."

Cen Zhuo didn't answer, he didn't want to test anyone, he just wanted to get rid of his yearning for Zhu Yeliang immediately and become an emotionless controller.