The wind

3.

At 05:30 in the morning, Xi'an.

A gust of evil wind blew randomly outside the window, shaking the high-rise windows twice. Hearing the strange noise, Han Dong woke up suddenly from the bed.

"Damn it, shit!" Han Dong took off the white short sleeves he had just put on, went to the kitchen to pour cold water as if he was angry with himself, and then went back to bed and lay down again.

Being out at night, I should have gotten used to it long ago.

So when Han Dong opened his eyes again, the clock beside the bed pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon.After he got up and ate some leftovers from last night, he flipped through two pages of "Human Ci Hua" and went to the gym.

At about half past seven, Han Dong came out of the gym, answered a phone call, and took a taxi to the south gate.

There are always many people in the city, especially with the recent surge of foreign tourists during the holidays, the road that is about to enter the night has become much more crowded.Han Dong's tall and burly figure stood out from the crowd. With his deep facial features and today's white t-shirt with a cropped cut, Han Dong could clearly feel the gathering gaze.

He walked along the bar street to Hei, and then saw two men standing on the side of the road talking.

"Tree!" Han Dong waved his hand, "When did you come and how long have you been waiting?"

"Brother Dong." Xiaoshu took a few steps forward, "I just came here, this is... my boyfriend, Li Yimeng, I mentioned it to you last time." Since the confession of Chuxue in Nanjing, Xiaoshu and Li Yimeng It was natural to communicate.

In this way, the two have been together for half a year.After getting along with Li Yimeng, Xiaoshu had to lament his good luck. This Li Yimeng is really a peerless good man, gentle, considerate, caring for his family and other advantages have been taken up by him. Except for being too busy, he seems to have no shortcomings.So finally when Li Yimeng took his annual leave, Xiaoshu also took the leave, saying that he had to go out with Li Yimeng for a while.

Then they arrived in Xi'an to find Han Dong.

Xiaoshu met Han Dong during his internship.Xiaoshu's graduate student majored in psychological counseling, and the first "client" he met was Han Dong who survived the accidental explosion.

And that accident took away the fresh lives of his three comrades-in-arms.

What the explosion brought to Han Dong, in addition to some serious PTSD, was the scars on his back that were burned and where there were traces of nail inlays.

When talking with Han Dong back then, Xiaoshu admired his frankness and deep-rooted calmness very much, so after his internship ended by chance, he made friends with Han Dong.

Han Dong didn't think it was strange for Xiaoshu to have a boyfriend, so he shook hands with Li Yimeng: "I'm Xiaoshu's friend, Han Dong."

"Xiaoshu mentioned you to me, I'm Li Yimeng."

"It's good to be able to settle down. I think Shu has been alone for the past few years. It's not easy." Han Dong sized up Li Yimeng, and felt that the first impression he left on him was not bad, except that his face was a little pale , seems to be a reliable person, "You go to the side and wait for me? Have a drink later? There is another one today, and it probably won't be too long."

Han Dong has been boxing in the club since he retired from the army. The club is nothing more than an underground boxing arena with clothes on. The water is really deep and dark.The person who was supposed to attend today was sick, and the other party seemed to be a stubborn stubble, and he couldn't push it away. The person in charge of the club had no choice but to ask Han Dong to replace him.

"Xiaoshu said you were here to punch?" Li Yimeng looked at the neon sign not far away, thinking.

"That's right, do you want to come and see?" Han Dong shrugged, "But the ground is pitch black, and there are everyone, but you have to keep an eye on your Xiaoshu."

Li Yimeng smiled and took Xiaoshu's hand: "Okay, I will."

Several people entered the club, and Han Dong told someone that he didn't need a ticket, and someone immediately brought Li Xiao into the club, while Han Dong went to the locker room.

"Brother Dong." Seeing Han Dong coming in, everyone in the locker room stopped what they were doing and greeted him.

"Here we come, Brother Dong."

"Hi brother."

Han Dong nodded, as a yes.

The people in the club team were a little in awe of Han Dong, maybe not because of his 1.9 meters tall, or because of his loyalty, but because of his precise, fierce and relentless boxing skills.

Only when facing the shaky opponents, the lights, and the ring full of voices, can Han Dong feel his own reality-as a former soldier, as Han Dong, as him The product of my mother's messing with old Russian boys, and the reality that exists.

After changing his clothes, Han Dong went on stage.

He glanced at his opponent briefly, and within a few tens of seconds, he judged that it was just a dog raised by a gold master.Seeing Han Dong looking over, the man made an obscene gesture with him. If he really wants to play with Han Dong... Forget it.Thinking that the man would crack his eyebrows and struggle under his body in 5 minutes, Han Dong couldn't help laughing, but amidst the noise of the boiling crowd for a moment, he heard someone click his tongue so lightly, and then What followed was to firmly lock his eyes.

But when Han Dong looked back, he only saw a black head.

Could it be that he fell ill again?

"Dong." A person in charge over there saw that Han Dong's expression was not quite right, so he whispered with some guilt, "The opponent is Lord Shi's man, so you can't offend him. You should be gentle."

"Take care of your mother." Han Dong wrapped his hands with a bandage and put on mittens, his eyes didn't know where to look, "See how I fuck him out of shit."

Amidst the noise, Han Dong stepped onto the ring.At the signal of the referee, the game started.

It was exactly as Han Dong expected, but nearly halfway through the second round, he hit his opponent's jaw with a strong left hook, and the man's beautiful jaw immediately shifted.

With a painful expression on his face, the man raised his right arm again, trying to block Han Dong's next punch.

Is this guy here to be funny?What is this?Han Dong cursed secretly, and then unceremoniously added a straight right punch to the man's head.

The man swayed, put his head in his hands, and was about to fall down, but Han Dong seized this opportunity again, and gave the guy who was so arrogant just now another hard punch.

Han Dong in the octagonal iron cage has a firm and tight upper body, an unshakable face as tight as steel; lips like traps, and those smoky gray pupils are eagerly opened, and his eyes are hiding It is a beast that cannot be defeated.

Excitement was screaming all over him.

Xiaoshu felt that Han Dong was looking for prey, and that poor opponent was going to be torn apart by him every minute.

Han Dong's past record in this club was 21 wins and one loss, and one of them was forced to concede defeat because the man on the opposite side got points from the referee.

In his weight class, it's really scary.

"You like this type?" Li Yimeng, who was in the auditorium, saw the light in Xiaoshu's eyes beside him, and immediately whispered in his ear, "I'm so sad, it's only been a while, and Xiaoshu is tired of me. "

"What are you talking about? How is it possible?" Xiaoshu couldn't help Li Yimeng exhaling into his ear, still clinging to him in the dark of the club, feeling a little impulsive.

Just as the two of them were in a daze, the match was over, and it should be said that there was no way to continue the competition——the blood on the stage said everything.

Amidst the applause of the crowd, Han Dong was surrounded by a group of assistants, and walked down the sidewalk.He hadn't put on his coat yet, and the blood vessels on his upper body were swelling terribly, with the tattoo on his back that Han Dong didn't know when he got it - this man was really exuding suffocating hormones.

But the bursts of cheers were immediately drowned out by louder noises - dozens of people holding guns rushed in from the gate of the club, and then came towards the back of Han Dong's head.

Han Dong was dragged away like this.

What's happening here?

Xiaoshu had never seen such a chaotic situation before, his nerves tensed up.

"Your friend will be fine." Li Yimeng pulled Xiaoshu's arm who was about to go out with the crowd, and then took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Trust me, he'll be fine."

"How do you know?" Xiaoshu was worried, and only took Li Yimeng's words as the usual comfort.

Li Yimeng shook the mobile phone in his hand: "Oh, the group of people just now belonged to my brother, don't worry, I have already said hello."

"That's good, that's good, no, wait, your brother?" Xiaoshu was stunned, "Your brother? What does your brother do? How come I never knew you had a younger brother?"

"The old man has several romantic debts." Li Yimeng smiled, "Actually, when you mentioned Xi'an, I originally planned to let you come to meet my family."

Just as Xiaoshu was about to answer, Li Yimeng tilted his head: "But...is Han Dong crooked?"

"Ah? I..." This really stopped Xiaoshu. Han Dong mentioned these things to himself before, men and women, it's nothing more than 419, each takes what he needs, "It seems that Brother Dong likes... good-looking……"

"That's over." Li Yimeng smiled helplessly, as if he had got an answer he didn't want to hear the most, "He is the type my tenth brother likes, and my tenth brother is very good-looking."

"No, Amon, who the hell is your brother? What's going on here?"

Under Xiaoshu's staring gaze, amidst the noisy crowd, Li Yimeng embraced him, "I'm sorry, I'll tell you all about it tonight."

Teacher Xiaoshu raised his hands in surrender again, sniffing Mr. Burberry in his nostrils, and bowed to Dr. Li Yimeng's gentle offensive.

……

When Han Dong opened his eyes in a daze, he was lying on his stomach in a somewhat dark room. When he got up slightly, he found that the man sitting on the swivel chair in front of him was rolling tobacco with his little finger up. Seeing Han Dong looking at him, Li Xuan Frowning, he said quietly, "You hurt my boxer, how will you pay for it?"

That is a man who is too white, too good to see, and too perfect.

At this moment, Han Dong's mind was in a daze, and he seemed to be unable to think of anything. He only felt that his hands should not be lighting a cigar, but holding...

Han Dong suddenly became very sure that the tsk sound was definitely made by the man in front of him, and it definitely wasn't an auditory hallucination caused by his PTSD illness.

Han Dong only felt that it was like a handicraft, which was born to be ruined by him, and he fell in love with it, regardless of whether it was a man or a woman.

Fuck, this word is Han Dong's most real feeling at the moment, it has two meanings.

This girl must be very good at bedtime, more energetic than anyone I've ever fucked.

"Is meat-compensation okay?" Han Dongpi laughed, moved his limbs and was about to get up, the undisguised desire in his eyes firmly covered Li Xuan, "Grandpa is big in size and good in technique, I'll take care of you Comfortable for a night."

Hearing Han Dong's words, Li Xuan trembled visibly with the naked eye, his eyelashes trembled, and the cigarette ash burned his hands and landed on the docile custom-made suit.

Later, after a long time, when Li Xuan was tossed by Han Dong until three o'clock in the middle of the night and collapsed into his arms, Li Xuan said out of breath with his mouth swollen, the first time we met at that time , It's the most fucking ridiculous time to glance at ten thousand years.

The author has something to say: I still haven't made it today, why is it so fat? ? ?Happy Children's Day!

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