Don't slag me, it doesn't work

Qin Ye was burning badly, dreaming bizarre dreams, holding Shen Ci's hand in an attempt to gain some coolness.

But Shen Ci, who was about to retreat, was pushed into the abyss by this tugging.

He never thought that Qin Ye would do this at all, Shen Ci couldn't tell what he was feeling at that moment, mixed feelings mixed with some unspeakable sourness and joy, this little unconscious action of retaining him, combined his suppressed things Turn it out, cut it open and exposed it to the light of day.

He froze there, finally giving in to himself.

And Qin Ye was still suffering in a daze, the coldness he had just dragged back only a few seconds, and then went away quietly, his eyebrows frowned, and he wanted to grab it again but it was in vain.

In the middle of nowhere, he woke up a little bit, slightly raised his eyelids and put his hand on his forehead, the abnormally high temperature burned on the back of his hand.

He reacted belatedly, he seemed to be a little burned.

Qin Ye half sat up with one hand on the ground, vaguely felt that someone else touched his forehead just now, it seemed real, and it seemed to be in a dream.

He glanced around in a daze, the small fire in the center had been extinguished, the six noisy people on the opposite side were now silent, the one beside him who was very good at beeping was still there, but the other one was gone.

Qin Ye's first thought was why this person has so many troubles, why he disappeared again, is he going to look for him again?

Then he took out the small leather ring in his pocket and looked at it. There was no red light or lights of other colors, but it was just dark and there was no light.

Qin Ye was stunned for a moment, then his thoughts slowly returned, he squinted his eyes and let out a soft "ah".

His mind, which was chaotic due to the high fever, suddenly became clear, his thinking and logic came back online, and he put together the things that seemed like a mirror image just now, and came up with the most reasonable explanation.

He doesn't have that kind of affection for these scumbag men and women, at most he treats them as ordinary friends, and now that friend is out, the reason seems to be because he likes him.

Qin Ye sat with his back against the stone wall loosely for a while, put away the small leather ring, and took out the pack of cigarettes he hadn't smoked before.

The rain outside has stopped, the sky is still dark, but there is a glimmer of light far away.

He got up and took a few steps outside, leaning against the side stone wall, and shook out a cigarette that was not completely soaked from the cigarette box.

The cigarette was lit with a faint orange light, hidden in the misty smoke, Qin Ye took two puffs, his throat was a little sore, he clenched his palms into empty fists, pressed his lips against his lips and coughed a few times .

There was the sound of footsteps behind him, Qin Ye looked over, and Yan Qilie was standing a few meters away with sleepy eyes, looking at him with interest.

"What are you doing, smoking secretly in the middle of the night, searching and searching." After he finished hurting Qin Ye with a smile, his brows slightly raised, and the corners of his lips twitched, his posture was not much different from the previous night's begging for wine: "Whoever sees has a share , give me a mouth too."

As Yan Qilie said, he leaned forward and grabbed Qin Ye's shoulders like before.

The one with the shoulders didn't push him away, but just glanced at him lightly.

"Where is Shen Ci? Did you let the water go?" Yan Qilie didn't know about it yet, so he stretched out his hand to snatch the cigarette.

Qin Ye didn't hide, and handed over the half-burned cigarette generously.

"No, he's gone."

"Let's go? Where are you going?" Yan Qilie nonchalantly folded the imprint Qin Ye left on the cigarette butt just now, and asked very slowly. After asking, he came back and realized something half-understood.

He paused for a moment with his hand pinching cigarettes, and then he looked at Qin Ye belatedly, "What are you doing?"

The straight man Qin Ye didn't quite understand what he had done.

He was silent and didn't reply, he lowered his head and lit another one, Yan Qilie stared at him blankly, "Don't just fill up the cannon, fuck, my cigarette won't be an afterthought smoke."

"Love your mother, clean up your mind, what are you thinking about all day long?"

The two were puffing clouds and fog outside, Yan Qilie didn't seem to think it was a big deal, he was still acting like a fool.

"I knew it, sooner or later, the first time I saw Lao Tzu in the dormitory that day, I could tell at a glance that he was going to fall into your hands in the future.

Qin Ye's high fever has not subsided, and he is suffering from headaches, and his bones are not comfortable there, so he doesn't want to talk that much.

Yan Qilie had no choice but to stand there alone. The cigarette in his hand burned to the end, and he threw it on the ground with his toe to extinguish the flame.

He looked at the cigarette butt on the ground, and with the last puff of cigarette in his mouth, he blew lightly towards Qin Ye, and said with a smile:

"Brother Ye, we just had indirect sex."

After Yan Qilie finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Ye. The man didn't seem to respond, so he simply added another sentence:

"Would you like to say something directly?"

Qin Ye was submerged in the misty smoke, he suddenly laughed when he heard his words, the light of the ignition he was pinching his fingertips was dimly lit, he turned his head to look at Yan Qilie, his voice was deep and hoarse:

"Still rushing to play with me?"

After he finished speaking, he paused for half a second. There was no warmth in his eyes, and his well-crafted smile was just right.

"Stop it, you're going to die."

Yan Qilie's words were obviously not threatening, but Yan Qilie was instantly silenced.

Yan Qilie even felt for a moment that what he said was right, that his behavior might be no different from Shen Ci's—if he couldn't be forced to flirt, he would get his own head.

He laughed, and chose to retreat strategically instead of continuing the topic on the pretext of sleeping.

The air was clear at night, and the sky was much cleaner because of the rain. The dark clouds had dispersed, replaced by a few beautiful stars.

Qin Ye finished smoking and went back to sleep for a while. When he woke up the next day, the sky was bright and the air was clear. The girls were in good spirits. After all, they were sisters who held an overnight seminar in the middle of the night, and the plastic revolution friendship lasted forever.

When they found out that one person was missing, they reacted for a while, and they all accepted it after a while.

This game has been reducing the number of people, one more is not too many, one less is quite a lot, if it is not a particularly close relationship, no one cares.

As for Qin Ye, he obviously didn't have a good rest, his eyes are blue, his lips are pale, and his spirit is poor, but he still looks like he is drifting away and everything is meaningless.

Just as he led the group into the valley at the beginning, they still returned the same way when they left.

The tents at the campsite have been put away and the bus is waiting for them to board.

After getting in the car, Qin Ye still chose to sit in the back row, put his bag beside him, and slept with his eyes closed.

He tested his temperature with the back of his hand, but he couldn't figure out why. It was better than last night, but it was still a little hot.

Qin Ye was a little annoyed, he thought that the fever would go away after a night of sleep, but obviously some things were not up to him.

The bus staggered forward, Qin Ye was in a daze, and the bag beside him was picked up by someone. This kind of development happened again when he came here. Opening his eyes, he read aloud in a hoarse voice.

"Surnamed Yan, don't bother me."

"Boss, I'm your thigh accessory, surnamed Lin."

"Then don't come either."

"...Brother Ye, why are you so angry today?"

Qin Ye ignored her and didn't speak. He folded his arms and leaned against the back of the chair with his head slightly sideways.

Lin Qi persisted:

"What's wrong with your voice, you have a cold? It's a bit hoarse."

Qin Ye was made a little irritable, so he turned sideways and opened his eyelids to meet her gaze.

"Shut up if you have something to say."