Chang An elbowed him on the chest, struggled out, and coughed earth-shatteringly—he was stuck by a fishbone.
Fortunately, it was a small thorn, and it was not solid. Chang An coughed for a while, and finally spat it out. Hua Yi clutched his chest that hurt so badly, and looked at him deeply.
Chang An stared at Hua Yi, feeling that what happened just now was so bizarre that he didn't know what words to use to describe it. The two of them stared at each other for a long while before he asked in a sharp tone: "What are you doing?"
Hua Yi said calmly, "Kiss you."
Chang'an: "..."
Even if he is two hundred and five, he also knows what the word "kiss you" means. Although Chang An lacks common sense, he is not as good as two hundred and five. He instinctively wanted to ask "Why are you kissing me?" side, made him swallow hard again—it sounded too silly for him to say it.
So far, Chang'an has lived in the tribe for more than half a year. Even though he doesn't pay much attention to it, he probably knows what it's like to live in other people's homes.
He even thought that if Alan was still around, he would marry Alan.
Chang An looked at Hua Yi with a researching look, suspecting that he had taken some wrong medicine.
Hua Yi struck while the iron was hot, and said bluntly, "Chang'an, follow me."
When Hua Yi said this for the first time, Chang'an didn't understand. No one explained this time. Combining with the previous things, Chang'an was self-taught. When he said that, he suddenly showed a tangled face, as if he couldn't find the meaning of Bei.
Hua Yi cunningly retreated a bit, looked at him fixedly and asked, "How about I treat you well?"
Chang An nodded and said, "Okay."
Hua Yi then coaxed: "Follow me, I will treat you well for the rest of my life."
Chang An asked back: "Why don't you treat me badly in the future?"
Hua Yi stretched his legs and leaned against the wall, and said with an inscrutable smile: "Then how could it be?"
For this kind of thing, Chang'an's mind was confused, so he put down the pretentiousness of spearing fish, sat upright as if he was ordered in danger, and began to think carefully.
Hua Yi saw that he seemed to be interested, and suddenly stretched out his hand to gently pinch Chang'an's ankle. He didn't use much strength, just hooked it with a few fingers, making Chang'an itchy.
But they are also used to fighting, so Chang An didn't care, just flicked his calf: "Don't make trouble."
Hua Yi's fingers nimbly got into his trouser legs, and the fingertips were pressed by the thick clothes, as if sticking to Chang'an's skin. Lie on Chang'an's back, whispered maliciously in his ear: "Isn't it good to follow me? You don't know what the happiest thing is, I can teach you—"
As he said this, his cold hands penetrated through the thick clothes sewn from layers of animal skins.
His fingers were extremely cold, but his palm was warm, and his skin touched, as if bringing a strange restlessness.
Young people's lust is easily ignited, and Hua Yi has a little bit of skill in this area. Soon, Chang'an's already confused expression almost became confused. He instinctively hid and flinched, but the resistance was not very strong, like a cat whose neck was strangled, not knowing where to greet with its four paws.
When Alan said he liked him, he had never touched him like this. That kind of strong but gentle show of affection always made him feel a little bit sweet amidst guilt, but Hua Yi was different. His back was arched—he didn't feel "happy", but he first felt the danger from the man's movements. If he had hair, he would probably have exploded into a ball.
Finally, when Hua Yi's hand pinched his back and was about to reach into his trousers, Chang'an grabbed his hand with a red face, and then grabbed his trousers, as if his butt was being burned, he jumped up and hid On the other side of the room, staring at Hua Yi vigilantly—it’s nothing else, you can’t take off your pants casually, Chang’an decided to follow the teacher’s training carefully at this time.
Hua Yi leisurely sniffed his finger that had been mischievous for a long time, as if it was stained with honey, licked it lightly, squinted at Chang'an, and after coaxing him, he did everything he could to replace it with an aggressive general. , asked: "Why, dare not?"
The faint blush that floated on Chang An's face slowly receded. He thought for a while, and finally shook his head solemnly, and asked, "Do you mean the same thing as Alan?"
Hua Yi thought, fart, how can this be the same
However, Chang An probably wouldn't understand the difference, so Hua Yi nodded in a big way, and shamelessly misleadingly said, "It's about the same."
Chang An lowered his head, rearranged the messy clothes on his body, and finally made a decision, saying: "No, I feel sorry for Alan."
Specifically how to feel sorry for Alan, Chang'an didn't quite understand the reason behind this, he just had such a feeling vaguely.
Hua Yi didn't expect this silly boy to say such a sentence suddenly, he gasped and almost gasped: "Alan? Alan is gone, why are you sorry for her?"
Chang An said calmly, "I can't tell."
If he really said something four, five or six, Hua Yi would be able to break it back on the spot with his three-inch tongue, but the three words "unclear" are a big killer, and Hua Yi will be killed immediately. He was speechless.
When he could see that he couldn't eat, he was still somewhat reserved. When no one was around in the middle of the night, he would also struggle in his heart, worrying about the future and thinking about the present. However, just after kissing and touching for a long time, Hua Yi's heart was already on fire, and he wished to drag him over and deal with it directly.
This overly masculine aura made Chang An feel a little embarrassed. He picked up his knife, pushed open the door and went out: "You... oh, you eat yours, it seems that the wind is blowing, I Go out and have a look."
The little cunning in Hua Yi's heart popped up again, he stood up suddenly, rushed over and hugged Chang'an from behind, and said with a sigh of relief: "Alan said at that time that he liked you and wanted to marry you, but you didn't promise her Don't you feel sad about making her carry this little regret until she dies?"
Chang An's body froze.
Hua Yi sighed, and kept his voice low and low: "I don't know what will happen to the sea, I don't know how long the winter will be, and I don't know if there will be enemies who will suddenly appear to snatch us... Like Ji Didn’t you see that it’s so good that it’s gone in a blink of an eye? If I’m the same as Jira, it’s gone all of a sudden, don’t you miss me? Won’t you be sad? Do you want to regret it again?”
If this situation is seen by Suo Laimu, it would be said that he is a despicable person.
However, men with sperm on their brains are probably willing to use everything.
As expected, Chang An let him hold him and stopped struggling.
Hua Yi, who was behind him out of sight, had a smug face and smiled meanly, thinking he was going to win.
But at this moment, Chang An suddenly pinned his wrist away with the hilt of the knife, and said, "I won't let you die like Ji La."
Hua Yi was taken aback for a moment, but saw the young man took a few steps forward, his eyes were firm and firm, which was completely different from the confusion just now, he put the saber on his shoulder, and said in a flat but firm tone: "You will not die, I promise Until... until the last day of my life, you can rest assured."
This sentence is a good word, Hua Yi should have been happy when he heard it, but it easily extinguished the burning desire in his heart, and a little inexplicable feeling emerged from the extinguished ashes.
After Chang An said this, he went to the seaside to inspect as usual.
Hua Yi stared at him blankly until his back disappeared, then he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself crisply and loudly.
Since then, during the three days when the two of them were on duty on the mountain, Hua Yi never made any irregular moves. It's just that sometimes when Chang An fell asleep, he would stare at the young man's back in a daze for a long time.
On the early morning of the fourth day, their replacements came. It was Lu Quan and a winged orc. Hua Yi briefly explained to them, but at this moment, the ground suddenly shook without warning.
Hua Yi thought of Suo Laimu's worry, and his heart shivered. Fortunately, the earthquake was not particularly violent, but it subsided after a while.
The winged orc had good eyes, and suddenly pointed in the direction of the sea and said, "Look, the waves over there!"
The four of them didn't dare to delay immediately, and walked together to a higher place with a better view.
There was an ominous atmosphere in the gloom of the day, the sea seemed to be stirred up by something, and the waves were rough, beating against the rocks one after another.
The wave after wave was getting bigger and bigger, and then it was not a wave at all, but like a high tide, a row of white, rushing towards the shore. There seemed to be a monster in the sea, which pushed up the big waves, hit the shore with a roar and tsunami, and was hit back by the reef in a more ferocious posture, followed by the second wave.
Hua Yi said to Lu Quan without looking back: "Light it up! Light it up!"
The fire warning was agreed in advance by them. Once the people down the mountain saw the smoke rising from the sentry post, they immediately evacuated to a higher place as quickly as possible.
There are Suolaimu and Aheluo at the foot of the mountain, so there is no need for Hua Yi to worry about it. People quickly gathered on the top of the mountain and looked down from a high position.
I saw that the wave that started like a rising tide changed its shape, like a wall of water, several feet high, and the waves were higher and higher than the waves hitting the shore, overwhelming mountains and seas.
There was a faint tremor under the people's feet, and the merman suddenly knelt on the ground with an "ah!" This time, he didn't cry loudly, as if he heard something that others couldn't hear, he didn't rush towards the waves to the east, but to the south.
This is the first time Chang'an heard this merman singing. Maybe the legend is true. The merman's singing voice is very moving. Although there is still only one note, the tune is extremely low and melodious, with an indescribable bitterness, which is very appealing. In the ears, I couldn't help but be evoked the sadness of being displaced and far away from home, and I almost shed tears.