Yi Hui found the phone in Zhou Jinheng's pocket, but after swiping a few times, he didn't unlock it.
The blood sticking to the screen quickly solidified and dried up, and his fingers couldn't wipe it off. Yi Hui's mind was in chaos, and the sound of gasping began to tremble.
Zhou Jinheng raised his hand to hold his wrist, and moved the phone to his ear: "Van refrigerated truck, license plate number 7903, departs from near No. 98 Muxiang Road, where there is a victim who was knocked unconscious in the alley... Another victim and I are heading towards Qingdai Mountain, we can locate this phone to check the location, but if the temperature here is too low, it may automatically shut down, please do so as soon as possible."
After saying this, Zhou Jinheng let go of his hand and lay down on Yi Hui.
Yi Hui leaned back against the wall of the carriage, wrapped one arm around Zhou Jinheng's waist, and pushed his shoulder with the other: "Wake up, don't sleep, no, can't sleep."
I forgot where I saw it. The more dangerous the situation, the more you have to stay awake. Once you fall asleep, you may never wake up again.
Yi Hui swallowed dryly, threw down the phone and held Zhou Jinheng's hand hanging by his side, inserted his four fingers between his fingers, clasped the back of his hand tightly, trying to transmit the temperature to him, the mouth buried in the crevice of his neck kept unceasingly. The ground is hot.
Zhou Jinheng's body temperature was too high. In the past, wearing a single coat in winter would not be cold, but now even his palms are cold, and he can't seem to feel the ups and downs of his chest.
Yi Hui was terrified, he let go of his other hand to untie the scarf around his neck. Halfway through, the hand with his fingers intertwined moved. Zhou Jinheng tightened his fingers, took his hand back, and buried it on his shoulder. The head slowly propped up.
In the darkness, Yi Hui didn't know if Zhou Jinheng had his eyes open, only that he must be looking at himself.
"I'm awake." Zhou Jinheng pretended to be relaxed, "If you don't let me sleep, I won't sleep."
He wanted to take off his coat and put it on for Yi Hui, but Yi Hui stopped him by holding down his hand. The knife was inserted deep, close to the heart, Yi Hui didn't let him move, and he didn't dare to move it himself.
Fortunately, Zhou Jinheng didn't have the strength right now, so he couldn't resist Yi Hui, so he could only let Yi Hui carefully wrap the half of the scarf around his neck.
Being so close, even the faintest sound can reach the cochlea unhindered. Zhou Jinheng said "Huihui's hands are so soft" and "Huihui's body smells so good" as if he had nothing to say. Yi Hui couldn't listen anymore and said angrily, "Anyway, I'll ignore you."
Zhou Jinheng actually laughed, the warm breath sprayed on the tip of Yi Hui's nose, and then spread to both sides of his cheeks: "Finally you are willing to take care of me."
Yi Hui was afraid that it would be physically exhausting for him to talk all the time, and also that he would fall asleep, so he occasionally responded to show that he was listening.
"I bought you two pots of flowers and put them in the flowerbed near the tree where we made a wish last time. One pot of white snowflakes and one pot of iron jasmine, if you like it, remember to pick it up."
"Um."
"Remember the restaurant that took you to last time? You'll be the boss there from now on, and you can go there to eat, paint, and bask in the sun."
"Um."
"The ring is made for you, with our names on the ring. I've only proposed to you, don't think about it."
"Um."
"There is a jewelry box and a ring together, which my mother left to my future daughter-in-law. Keep it well."
"Um."
"It's your birthday after the new year, and there will be a car to pick you up at seven o'clock in the evening. If you are still living at home at that time, remember to eat first, and then watch the fireworks when you are full."
Hearing this, Yi Hui could no longer respond. He remembered the fireworks feast that belonged to him alone on his birthday this year, as well as the cake of another person. How bleak at the time and how panicked it is now.
Before Zhou Jinheng said the next sentence, Yi Hui shouted loudly, "Don't say it."
Zhou Jinheng took a few breaths and insisted: "Let me finish... Your paintings, Doraemon, and those things that were thrown away are all stored in the storage room in the attic. If you really don't want them, let me Auntie lost…”
"I want it, I want it." Yi Hui opened his eyes wide, cut off what he had not finished, and opened and closed his mouth quickly, "I want it, you are not allowed to leave!"
Zhou Jinheng's bloodless face was even more pale in the darkness, even if the other party couldn't see it, he still kept smiling: "Okay, don't go... I won't go."
After receiving the answer, Yi Hui was not at ease: "You said you wanted to watch it with me, you said it." He took a deep breath, "You lied to me so many times, you can't lie to me again this time, no lie to me again."
He was so frightened that he just wanted to leave Zhou Jinheng behind, and he didn't want to hear from him again such words that were no different from explaining the future.
So he didn't care about anything, he didn't care about anything, raised his arms around Zhou Jinheng's neck tightly, straightened his upper body, raised his face to meet Zhou Jinheng's, and the corners of his mouth touched each other, he took a piece of lips and kissed again lick.
It was a huge compartment, and only the two of them were hot.
Yi Hui kissed Zhou Jinheng indiscriminately, his teeth touching his teeth, and the tip of his tongue touching the base of his tongue, as if he was connecting with his body to convey to each other the hesitation, pain, and fear that he had nowhere to express all these years.
There is so much love and sadness overflowing.
Using the turbulent emotions generated by the rubbing to mobilize the dying cells in his body, Zhou Jinheng's pale lips were stained with bright red due to blood loss.
The blended breath was wrapped in the scarf that locked the two of them, and when the long-worn lips parted, Zhou Jinheng wiped away a tear that had just fallen with his thumb and asked Yi Hui, "Does it hurt?"
Yi Hui shook his head.
"Cold?"
Yi Hui still shook his head.
"Fear?"
There was a small whimper in his throat, but Yi Hui still bit his lip and shook his head.
Zhou Jinheng was amused by his duplicity: "That's... like me?"
After a moment of silence, Yi Hui leaned against his arms and nodded lightly.
Zhou Jinheng suddenly smiled: "Do you think I'm dying, comfort me?"
Yi Hui shook his head again.
Closing his eyes, Zhou Jinheng let out a long sigh of relief.
Looking forward to the stars and the moon waiting for this day, but he himself can't believe it.
The car that didn't know where it was going was still going fast.
Time passed by, the temperature in the cargo box had already dropped to below zero, Yi Hui was chilled, his limbs were stiff, his hands and feet were curled up, and his hair-like breathing was trembling.
Zhou Jinheng slowed down a little, the wound that almost penetrated his chest seemed to be frozen together with the knife, and it was also possible that because of the slow blood loss, he did not collapse as much as before, and regained the initiative to control his limbs.
He undid the scarf and carefully wrapped it around Yi Hui: "Was it so cold back then?"
Yi Hui moved in his arms, the amplitude was too small, he didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.
Zhou Jinheng asked again: "Do you remember what I said just now? Just before you came to kiss me..."
The hand on his waist tightened, which was Yi Hui's reaction when he was shy. Zhou Jinheng twitched the corners of his mouth, knowing that he heard it, he held his hand on his waist, wrapped it in the palm of his hand, and tucked it into his arms.
"It won't happen in the future," Zhou Jinheng was afraid that it would be too late, and there was a hint of urgency in his hoarse voice, "My husband will never lie to you again, he will treat you well, and leave you alone. In my heart... come home with me, okay?"
When his fingertips touched the hot spot on his chest, Yi Hui instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, not wanting to absorb the little temperature left by Zhou Jinheng, but he was firmly pressed by him, unable to break free.
The blood in the body was obviously about to solidify, but the hot tears still rushed out of his eyes and dripped all over his face.
Yi Hui opened his mouth with difficulty, nestled in the warm world that belonged to him in the ice and snow, and said silently, "Okay."