A bright moon hangs alone outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, pouring down a touch of golden yellow on the almost inky blue sky and the sea, like a bright oil paint on the dark background, reflecting two undulating and intertwined figures. .
They hugged together and moved violently on the wide bed. The hot breath turned into mist and melted into the air, and sweat slowly dripped down the corners of the eyebrows and ears that were rubbing against each other.
The impact of the chant continued for a long time, and Xia Liuyi, who had not fully recovered his physical strength, was slammed into the bed, and his upper body was submerged in the soft bedding dyed with moonlight. His buttocks were still sitting on He Chusan's thighs, his lower back was taut and stiff, firmly attached by the fiery wedges in his body, his two long legs tremblingly clamped He Chusan's waist, and his wheat-colored skin Showing a satin-like texture, embellished with mottled water.
"Ah... um... ah..."
He buried his face in the bedding and let out an intermittent moan, the long end of which was low and hoarse, the song of a male siren at sea. He Chusan was bewitched by him, and his expression became more and more obsessed and fierce. He rubbed his sweaty waist and buttocks with both hands, opened the two resilient buttocks, and buried himself deeper.
Xia Liu was like a lonely boat in a big wave, and he couldn't help tossing with his impact, forcing the feeling of an unreached orgasm to make his cheeks flush and his breathing was short. He clearly heard the sound of water snapping at the junction, and closed his eyes unbearably, but his lonely and empty body subconsciously clamored for more. When he came over, he subconsciously grabbed He Chusan's palm and pressed it on his chest. "No..." he whispered quickly. But He Chusan had already leaned down very obediently and sucked the bulge on his side, licking and biting with his lips and tongue to soothe this poor and lonely little one, the hot and itchy touch made Xia Liuyi shudder.
"Go away..." He refused dutifully, but He Chusan's another fierce confrontation brought out a high-pitched vibrato, so loud that he couldn't bear to listen to it himself. He Chusan bit his little tip and laughed wickedly, the warm breath between his nose and mouth hit his areola, so hot that he couldn't help but shudder again, which caused He Chusan to be bad again. Laughing, even Ah Si, who was buried in his body, trembled.
He slapped He Chusan on the forehead angrily. He Chusan pressed his hands to the top of his head, and thrust his lower body even more fiercely and quickly. Layer after layer of fireworks suddenly exploded in the body, and the climaxes came one after another. Xia Liuyi was almost out of breath, and suddenly a breath stuck in his throat, the inner wall twitched and tightened He Chusan, breaking from the front. Continuously spewing white turbidity, he reached a climax on his own accord.
He Chusan stopped, resisted the urge, kissed his sweaty brows, and waited for the aftermath of his climax to pass.
He has always tried his best to be so gentle and patient in bed matters, even ignoring his own desires. He focused on observing and savoring Xia Liuyi's feelings, not wanting to make Xia Liuyi feel the slightest pain and cramping. And Xia Liu didn't know anything about sexual matters, thinking that as long as he actively asked for it, and opened his body to him without reservation with the mentality of compensation and sacrifice, he would be able to make him feel happy to the greatest extent.
Such an unequal sexual relationship is like an unequal emotional effort between them, and neither of them notices nor cares. There is no doubt that they love each other deeply, and they all think that as long as this is confirmed, they can ignore the undercurrents under the calm sea, and ignore the seemingly invisible injuries and barriers.
Because he wasn't wearing a condom, He Chusan resisted and withdrew at the last moment, shot between Xia Liuyi's thighs, and rubbed his organs to help him reach another orgasm.
After a short rest, they did it again, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Xia Liuyi pressed his hands against the smooth glass, and He Chusan, who was buried deep in his body, and the sound of the roaring tide outside the window drew out the blue waves that filled his body and mind. His butt was back to meet He Chusan's impact, and the mist from his wet lips wetted a large piece of glass.
He Chusan stood behind him, panting and rhythmically, while stroking the tabby cat on his back, his warm fingers ran along his sweaty and slightly cool skin, along the tight and smooth texture. The curve, stroking from the cat's spine to the cat's tail, wandered back and forth between his small and attractive waist fossae.
He picked up and abducted a wild and lonely big cat in the dark alley, raised it, accompanied it, comforted it, and loved it. And it also loves him, can't bear him, only shows his softest abdomen to him, only lets him see his most vulnerable pain - but still can't belong to him wholeheartedly.
What is it thinking about? What is it dying for? How many times will he see it dying, seriously injured and weak
He Chusan felt an unbearable bitterness in his heart, he couldn't help but leaned forward to Xia Liuyi, his chest pressed against his back, and the two fit together without any gap. He didn't know if Xia Liuyi could feel his painful heartbeat at this time.
Xia Liuyi turned his head and rubbed his cheeks with him, panting and kissing the corner of his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose.
He Chusan looked into his eyes and said in his heart, "I love you."
Xia Liuyi sucked and bit his lips, and his eyes were full of water as he approached the climax, and said in his heart, "It's all for you."
…
It was deep at night, and they sat in the bathtub for two, one after another, waving water at each other, and chatting lazily. Xia Liuyi called Anan in the afternoon and learned that Qin Hao's injury had greatly improved, and Cui Dongdong had been complaining and urging the boss to end his elopement and go back to preside over the overall situation. The two discussed that they would return to Nakhon Pathom in a few days and return to Hong Kong after meeting everyone. Before leaving, Xia Liuyi wanted to take He Chusan to Phuket to play, and decided to leave early tomorrow morning, hurry up and rush to Phuket, and finally make waves.
He Chusan heard that he was going to leave early tomorrow morning, so he simply sat up from the bathtub and wanted to go out to pack tomorrow's luggage. He threw the softened mango soap to Xia Liuyi, and repeatedly instructed him not to soak the tattoo on his back for a long time - the original tattoo master explained that he would need to wait until the shell is peeled off early tomorrow before touching the water.
Xia Liuyi was eager to soak this disgraceful cat in a hurry, and agreed a few times perfunctorily, which urged him to walk away quickly.
He Chusan crawled out of the bathtub wetly, wearing a large bath towel and walking around the room with Ah Si open, picking up the clothes and trousers that Xia Liuyi had thrown around, eating half of the snacks, and taking them back for work. A variety of local specialties for gifts and pack them in your suitcase.
There was a Xia Liuyi coat at the bottom of the suitcase, which was a bit messy because of the previous rummaging. He Chusan pulled it out from the bottom of the box, wanting to fold it again and put it back, but suddenly touched a hard thing in the clothes.
He groped in the pocket of his clothes suspiciously, and took out a photo from the hidden inner pocket.
The black and white photos have turned yellow, and looking at the background decoration and the clothes of the characters, it is almost twenty years old. It looked like an old photo studio, three men in their thirties stood together with their shoulders crossed. One of them has a very raw face, some of the faces of local Thai people in Thailand; another person has a facial features like a green dragon;
He turned the photo over, and his expression suddenly froze. He actually saw a line of familiar handwriting, exactly the same as the handwriting on the first few pages of Xiaoqitang's account book. On the back of the photo is written in Chinese:
K, Wei, Jay
At the turn of Jinlan, loyalty will last forever
18.12.1973
He suddenly remembered the first record in the account book, the source of all the dark transactions of Xiaoqitang:
7.3.1974
K, Wei, Jay
1,587,000
- Exactly the same three code names. The three people in this photo should be the three people in the first record. The person who looks like Qinglong is likely to be Qinglong's father, and the other two are his accomplices. They took this photo in December 1973 to commemorate the brotherhood, and three months later, they reached a big deal worth 1.58 million. It was this huge sum of money at the time that became Xiaoqitang's fortune.
—Why does Xia Liuyi carry this photo with him? You don't even want to go out to play? What does this have to do with his coming to Thailand, with his serious injury, with the death of Pony? Who is that Thai man above? Who is the other Hong Konger
…
Xia Liuyi soaked in the big bathtub, humming a little song and playing with that dick soap. Leng Ding He Chusan opened the bathroom door and walked in, wearing a nightgown, silently walking to the sink to wash his hands.
Xia Liuyi didn't look up at him, and said casually, "Have you packed your luggage?"
He Chusan didn't answer, washed his hands carefully, walked to the bathtub, took a large bath towel from the shelf, and said calmly, "You've been soaking for too long, come out."
He waited on Xia Liuyi to wash off the foam from his body, wiped his head and body, wrapped him in a bath towel and sent him back to the bed, and found another pair of underwear for him to wear.
Xia Liuyi sank into the soft bedding, stretched his body with long hands and feet, and was so comfortable that he heard He Chusan was still packing his luggage outside.
He asked again, "Is it still ready?"
He Chusan didn't answer. After a while, he turned off the lights outside, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, closed the curtains, and went to bed in the dark. Xia Liuyi closed his eyes and rolled over lazily, riding one of his thighs on top of him, kissed his cool face, and asked half-consciously, "Are you dumb? Why don't you speak."
He Chusan reached out and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, rubbing his fingertips on his temples, and suddenly opened his mouth calmly.
"Brother Liuyi, didn't you go to Guangzhou before?"
"Yeah." Xia Liuyi agreed vaguely.
"Why did you come to Thailand? Why did you get hurt?"
Xia Liuyi seemed to float comfortably in the clouds, but suddenly fell from a height of 3,000 meters. He opened his eyes and paused for a while before saying, "Do you have to ask tonight?"
He had already prepared a set of rhetoric. The pony offended the local gang in Thailand and was kidnapped. He took Qin Hao to Thailand to rescue the pony, but the pony died unfortunately in the melee. But now he is enjoying the joy and exhaustion that He Chusan gave him, nostalgic for He Chusan's warm arms and embrace, and he really can't lie to He Chusan at length.
He Chusan didn't answer, and still stroked Xia Liuyi's hair, turned his head and kissed him on the forehead.
"Go to sleep." He calmly told Xia Liu.
…
Xia Liuyi had a dream: He Chusan didn't believe what he said. He quarreled fiercely with him on the boat back to Hong Kong. He accidentally fell out of the boat under the excitement, and was drowned in the waves in the blink of an eye...
He woke up from the dream in a cold sweat, hearing the sound of the morning tide rising and falling outside the window, and the room was dark. He couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality, subconsciously thinking that He Chusan was gone, turned his head nervously, but saw He Chusan's peaceful sleeping face.
He breathed a sigh of relief, tilted his head slightly and wiped the sweat on the pillow, then stepped forward and gently hugged He Chusan into his arms. He Chusan slept soundly and was not awakened by him.
After a while in this position, he remembered He Chusan's subtle performance before going to bed last night, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.
He carefully let go of He Chusan, got out of bed lightly, walked to the living room to open the suitcase, reached in and groped, and found that the coat was still firmly pressed against the bottom of the suitcase, and the photo was still the same. In the compartment of the inner pocket, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
He felt that he was thinking too much. Even if He Chusan turned to the photo, he couldn't see who was in it, and he couldn't guess the cause and effect. He just explained it as old photos of some of his old Thai friends.
He looked at the wall clock in the living room and found that it was still very early, so he tiptoed back to the bed, put He Chusan in his arms again, put his head on the other's shoulder, and fell back to sleep with confidence.
…
Xia Liuyi slept until noon, stretched and sat up, and found that the curtains were still closed, Xu is He Chusan afraid that the sun would wake him up. He staggered out of bed, shuffled to the window, "swiped" and opened the curtains, and the dazzling light entered his eyes. He leaned against the glass, squinted his eyes, and looked at the beautiful scenery of the sea and the sky and the flying birds outside the window. Then he turned around comfortably and put on the neatly folded He Chusan for him on the head of the bed. Underwear.
He walked out of the bedroom, the house was neat and tidy, and there was a Western breakfast on the table in the outer hall. He walked straight to the bathroom, ready to wash up first, and called out as he walked, "San?"
No answer.
There was only a toothbrush left by the sink. He Chusan's toiletries were all gone, and they must have been put into the suitcase. He carelessly squeezed out the toothpaste and brushed his teeth, and went out and wandered around the house while brushing.
"Asan? Asan?"
He walked all over the second floor and didn't see He Chusan. He stood on the balcony and looked down. The private swimming pool was also empty, and the rented car in the backyard was gone.
A huge unease suddenly enveloped him, and he felt a chill in his heart. He quickly threw away the toothbrush, spit out a mouthful of foam, and ran down the first floor like this. He walked around the front and back of the house, but there was no sign of He Chusan at all. . He rushed back to the second floor panting, and pulled open the suitcase - only his clothes and various specialties were missing, and He Chusan's clothes were all gone.
He ripped the contents out of the box and threw them all over the floor, tore out the bottom coat, and slid into the inner pocket—the photo was gone too.
…
In the early morning, He Chusan packed up everything, settled the accounts of the villa hotel, drove from Pattaya back to Bangkok, returned the rented car, and took the latest flight back to Hong Kong.
After leaving the airport, he first took a taxi to a storage company in Hung Hom, opened a small locker with a password, took out a small camera stored in it, and took a photo of the photo he brought back from Thailand. Put it back after a few. Then I took a taxi to the Central Library in Causeway Bay, got a card, entered the overdue newspapers and magazines storage, went back and searched through the years, and finally picked up a large stack from the newspaper shelf wrapped in kraft paper and bound into volumes The Chinese newspaper "Cheng Pao" in the first half of 1974.
He spread out the newspaper album on the table, turned over the yellowed pages one by one, and finally stopped on March 8, 1974, and found a piece of news that occupied most of the page in the social news column. - "Shocking Case! Bandits rob a bank, kill a policeman and escape."
He pointed to the following report and read it word by word. The report described a major and vicious robbery at a bank branch in Hong Kong Island the previous day—that is, March 7, 1974. Two masked The robbers entered the bank with guns and stole more than 1.5 million Hong Kong dollars. There was a fierce shootout with two police officers who happened to be patrolling nearby. The bandits fled with the money.
The newspaper also published a photo of the deceased policeman. The deceased policeman was named Lu Yong. In the photo, he looked very young, only about twenty or thirty years old. His slender, slightly curved eyebrows were full of smiles. Another police officer is still being treated in the hospital, but his name and portrait have not been published due to the family's request to protect the privacy of the client.
The more He Chusan looked, the more solemn his expression became, and he turned back several months, but the follow-up report of the case has not been seen for a long time. He put the photo of the three people on the newspaper, turned it back and forth and pondered, and the pieces of the puzzle in his mind gradually took shape:
Twenty years ago, Qinglong's father and two other people married Jinlan. Later, they planned and carried out an unsolved bank robbery, killing a police officer and robbing 1.58 million in cash. Qinglong's father founded Xiaoqitang with this money. After that, he gradually made a fortune with many disciples and grandchildren. Xiaoqitang has been in charge of Qinglong and Xia Liuyi, and has formed today's trend.
But there are some questions that haunt him deeply.
- There are only two masked robbers, who is the other person in the photo? What does this old case have to do with Qinglong? What does it have to do with Xia Liuyi's distress? Xia Liuyi kept this photo close to him, obviously there was something unspeakable, could he do something dangerous next? !