[DotA2] Holy Sword

No.30 Nine Wars Anti-magic Cloak

An Rongyu's brows were so tight that he could pinch a cigarette butt. After thinking for half a minute, he finally made up his mind and unbuttoned his coat.In order to prevent his grandfather from nagging him that he wants style and not temperature, he deliberately picked out a long, soft, thick and roomy padded jacket before setting off.

After wrapping the cotton coat around Yan Che's body, he also sat down on his buttocks, buttoned every button carefully, and after confirming that no wind could blow in, he began to wipe Yan Che's tears again.

In the past, young people like An Rongyu didn't like to wear clothes that were too bulky, not to mention that now they have air conditioners to blow whether they are going out or at home.After taking off the jacket that was enough to keep out the cold, there was only a close-fitting fleece sweater left inside.

Another gust of cold wind blew, Yan Che's tears seemed to be about to run dry at last, getting smaller and smaller.A few minutes later, apart from the whistling wind, there was only the sobbing of the man after crying miserably.

Seeing that Yan Che stopped crying, An Rongyu's youthful heart finally eased.He stretched out his hand and stroked Yan Che's soft hair. The strands of curly and broken hair had already been blown into chaos by the gusts of cold wind just now.

What it's like to be sad, An Rongyu can't tell.He was born in a happy family with loving parents who tried their best to give him the best living environment.In just 17 years of life, it is not smooth sailing, but it is definitely much more comfortable than most of my peers - no need to learn this or that, no need to save money, no need to rush around for life.

That is, after getting to know Yan Che, he realized that there are so many ups and downs in the world, and he needs to taste them one by one.If I had been alone in this world of mortals, I am afraid that I have already forgotten the meaning of existence.

The touch of the hair is still so good, some curls are just right, wrapped around the slender fingers.

In mid-winter, it gets dark too early, the air in the suburbs is fresh and transparent, and a few stars are shining overhead, but they can't shine into the distant land of the world.

The surrounding environment is very similar to that dream. The black night swallows up all the colors like a black hole. Only the people who are close to me can see it in a trance through the screen of the mobile phone.

I don't know if I feel cold, or if I think I'm dreaming, the boy who was following the hair suddenly knelt down in front of the man who had stopped crying, hugged the thin body that was curled up tightly, and left a faint scar on the top of his head that exuded a faint fragrance. shallow kiss.

"Brother, I will always be by your side." The young man has passed the period of voice change, his voice is magnetic but not deep, and he doesn't care if the person in his arms can hear it, he murmured like a whisper.

The cold and stiff body got some warmth from the hug, and the tense muscles softened.The man in his arms didn't resist at all, and his breathing gradually became steady.

The smell of dry grass and earth that permeated the air has long since become the light fragrance that lingers deep in my heart for two years.The young man breathed wantonly, trying to penetrate the shape, size and smell of this body deeply into every cell.

Dreams always wake up.What's more, this is not a dream.

Letting go of his arms, he nodded and looked at Yan Che, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, he was already asleep.Touching the face without tears, it was hot, it seemed that the alcohol had not faded, or it might be because the clothes were too thick and hot.

An Rongyu thought it was funny, his kneeling legs were numb, let alone responding, this person fell asleep peacefully without knowing when.

I walked for a little over half an hour when I was walking before, and there was only one path I could walk, and it was impossible to get lost.Then go back with him on your back, how can you be willing to wake him up.

He unbuttoned the outermost coat button, stuffed Yan Che's arm into the sleeve, and buttoned it tightly again.After getting up and stretching his muscles and bones, he squatted down and put those two soft arms on his shoulders.After standing up slowly, he took another effort to embrace the knees on both sides, adjusted his posture, and only started to walk back after making sure that the other party would not fall off his back.

Yan Che's head was leaning on the boy's right shoulder, his face was facing his neck, his nose exhaled warm breath, and his soft lips regularly touched the boy's firm neck amidst bumps.The neck with bursting blood vessels changed from cold to hot.

An Rongyu walked leisurely, afraid of waking up the person on his back.There were beads of sweat on his forehead, but he didn't feel tired. The corners of his mouth kept rising presumptuously, feeling the temperature and weight from that body.

This was the second time that Yan Che stood in front of him defenselessly, within reach, he held back.But my heart is full of helplessness: brother, if you continue to behave like this, I really don't know if I will be unable to hold on someday.

About four or ten minutes later, the two appeared at the door of the villa.Yan Che was still in a deep sleep, and the banging on the door didn't wake him up.

After Father An came down to open the door, he saw his son who was sweating profusely, and Yan Che who was blushing up to his neck on his back. He was stunned for a second, and then asked softly, "What's wrong?"

An Rongyu was panting heavily, and managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Tired, and dizzy after drinking some wine." Just as he was about to go upstairs, he turned around and told him: "Dad, no matter what sounds you hear at night, be careful. Tsukuru didn’t hear that, bro, he’s losing face.”

Father An understood, smiled and said "don't worry", and followed upstairs into the guest bedroom.

The guest bedroom for the two of them is located at the deepest part of the corridor on the second floor, with the study and library next to it. In addition to the sound insulation of the room, even if Yan Che wants to make a fuss at night, it should not disturb the host on the other end. bedroom and guest bedroom.

The room was well heated, and after a high-intensity exercise, it still seemed to be raining on my body.After putting Yan Che on the bed, the wet boy first took off the soaked sweater, wiped the sweat from his arms casually, and then stripped Yan Che's clothes naked.

His right knee was kneeling next to the man's left leg, and the other foot was on the ground. The man on the bed let himself be slaughtered limply.He took off the last T-shirt, and he was pulling up the corners. When he saw the flat stomach, he jumped up excitedly - if others saw this, they would have completely misunderstood it.

He stood on the spot, swallowed hard, his Adam's apple twitched, and his eyes looked straight at the man's exposed belly—a soft area that doesn't get the sun all the year round, without eight-pack abs.Lying flat on the bed, showing the shape of ribs and pubic bone, he looked more like a teenager.

His blood surged up.Retrograde all the way to a brain about to explode.

He walked back, tore off the corner of his clothes, covered Yan Che with a quilt, and rushed into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

After washing off the stickiness, smell of sweat and desire on his body, he wiped his hair and came out.It took half a minute to realize that Yan Che was sitting on the bed, leaning his head over to see who he was.At first, I was taken aback, almost threw the towel out, and then secretly laughed.

"I stink, I want to take a shower." Yan Che still spoke vaguely, shaking his head on the bed like a child.

"Brother, the bathroom is here." An Rongyu casually threw the towel on the chair next to him, and walked quickly to the bed.

Yan Che stood up suddenly, staggered, staggered for a few seconds before standing still, and then started to take off his clothes in a daze.Before An Rongyu had time to digest the situation in front of him, he heard Yan Che's voice from his clothes covering his head, "Take off... I can't take it off."

Yan Che's head and one arm were firmly stuck in the T-shirt, and he was in a dilemma.An Rongyu laughed so hard that his stomach ached, he helped him take out his arm first, then lifted it up, and finally tore off the crumpled clothes.

"Brother, where did you put your change of clothes?" Seeing Yan Che's appearance, An Rongyu walked to the suitcase he brought, trying to help him find clothes.

"In the suitcase, the top T-shirt will do." Yan Che replied stumbled.

After the clothes were taken out, An Rongyu turned around and found that he had even taken off his trousers, and now he was facing away from him, bending over to take off his socks, and the underwear on his buttocks was clearly visible.

Yan Che's figure was thin, but he didn't expect his butt to be quite round, which made the pink piggy on his underwear plump and vivid.

The next moment, An Rongyu felt a warm current coming from the person, and unconsciously touched it with his hand, and when he put it in front of his eyes, it turned out to be blood.In an instant, a rusty smell entered the nostrils.

Really promising.

Just looking at a man wearing piggy underwear can cause nosebleeds.

Looking back on the past few days, it was enough to be aggrieved, and coupled with the desperate urging tonight, I finally forced out the internal injury and felt much more comfortable.

After wiping it clean with paper, I went to wash my hands again.When he came out, he found that Yan Che had neatly folded the clothes he had taken off on the chair, and put the socks in a small bag, which was about to be put on the other side of the suitcase.Judging from his current behavior, he seems to be the self-disciplined and clean person, but he still only wears a pair of underwear.

After properly arranging the dirty clothes, Yan Che took out another pair of underwear from the side compartment of the suitcase, and An Rongyu stretched his neck to have a look. It was still a cartoon, sky blue baby elephant with a long nose.

I just don't know if this cute little elephant can be as alive as the current pink piggy after wearing it.

After getting a change of clothes, Yan Che suddenly stood up, shook his head on the spot again, his face turned red up to the base of his neck.An Rongyu stepped forward to support him, and said, "Brother, I'll take you there."

Unexpectedly, Yan Che still had the strength, so he flung him away softly, muttering, "I can walk by myself." He looked like a child about to be taken to a bath by his parents.

There was no other way, An Rongyu could only follow closely behind, staring at the three-dimensional piggy, watching it crookedly walk into the bathroom.

After Yan Che hung up his clothes, An Rongyu turned on the hot water in the shower and adjusted the water temperature according to his usual habits. After saying "Brother, the water is adjusted", he turned his head and saw that Yan Che was about to pull down the shower. cute little pig.

An Rongyu turned his head, and quickly walked out of the shower sideways.After slamming the bathroom door shut, he leaned against the solid wood door and breathed, his mind was full of the pubic bone and mermaid line he saw a second ago.

Originally, after a night of hard work, his body should have been exhausted long ago, but at this moment, his high emotions made him refreshed, and he felt that it would be fine to fight another night.

During this period of time, it really hurts more and more.My heart hurts, and my body hurts too.

Now I can't vent my desire in the room, so I had to run to the balcony and blow the cold wind for 10 minutes, blowing away the eagerness that was almost spreading to the bone marrow.

After returning to the room, I fumbled to the door of the bathroom again, and listened to it for a while. There was a thin sound of water coming from inside, and it stopped after a while.Looks like I'm done taking a shower.

Only then did he feel relieved, sat on the bed and swiped his phone, planning to check the circle of friends he had posted four years ago, so as to find possible intersections with Yan Che.

The more he turned down, the tighter his frown became.Except for a few times after getting to know Yan Che and posting trivia about his life with Yan Che, there are very few records going forward, not even a few posts in a year, and almost all of them are about the NBA.

He sighed, and suddenly had another flash of inspiration, and started to brush up his mother's circle of friends.

Although An's mother is not a screen-swiping madman, she will post one or two a week.After a year of accumulation, there must be more than 100 entries.After finally dragging to 2014, he slowed down his hand speed and began to look through it carefully.

Fortunately, when An's mother posted on Moments, she would always bring her location along with it. After excluding those posted at home and while traveling, there were only a dozen possible ones left.After excluding those before September 2013 and after July 9, there are still five items left.

The first one is a family eating in a newly opened branch on October 2013, 10.Of course, I have no memory of what happened that day, but at least I can be sure that I haven't done any good people or deeds. Apart from being a bit more handsome than the diners next to me, I really can't think of anything attractive.

The second is that his parents took him to the mall to buy clothes, and when he came out after trying on a suit, An's mother snapped a few photos.He remembered this brand, and with Yan Che's family background and income level, it should be impossible for him to enter or leave this store.Moreover, this place was originally considered a high-end consumer area, and every time I went there, it was almost empty, and doing a single business was enough for a small waiter's salary for a month, so it could be ruled out.

The third is that on the eve of the 2014 Spring Festival, the family went to the supermarket to purchase new year’s goods.That year the supermarket was very nicely decorated, Mother An couldn't help but take a few more photos, and two of them were candid photos of him looking at the neatly arranged cheap toys on the shelves.After carefully zooming in on every photo, there was no trace of Yan Che.In addition, Yan's father hadn't passed away at that time, so Yan Che should have already returned home, so it could be ruled out.

The fourth is still a snapshot, and the time is April 2014, 4, his 2th birthday.Taking advantage of the Ching Ming Festival holiday, I picked up my grandfather and went to take a family portrait together.In the photo, he was arranging his clothes, and he couldn't see any difference between his face at this time and now.I've watched it several times, but I don't think it can be called cute.

Speaking of which, this store was opened by Ann's best friend, and he called the woman who took the photo "Sister Qiao".Sister Qiao's studio usually only takes fashion blockbusters from magazines, and occasionally shoots prints from well-known brands.The most important thing is that ordinary people have no channels to get in touch with this store, let alone spend money to ask sister Qiao to take pictures.So it can be ruled out.

The last one is the most likely. The sending time is June 2014, 6, the second day of the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, and the location is the basketball hall of Shang'an University.At that time, as the main player of the school team of the SFC Junior High School, he set foot on the battlefield of the finals for the first and last time.

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