After seeing the seniors away, Nan Zhou wrote down various details on the map and returned to the room.
When alone, Nan Zhou's body and mind were immersed in the fluffy goose feather pillow, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, and he fell into a trance after realizing it.
Nan Zhou still doesn't know what happened to him.
He was trapped in Never Town for more than 20 years, and was thrown onto a train bound for the neurotic town.
This kind of unreasonable, very much like his life being arranged by others.
Nan Zhou lay uneasy, so he simply got up and walked around the room with bare feet. He had to touch and touch things he didn't know before he felt at ease.
Naturally, he didn't know how much he behaved like a cat in a new environment.
He pushed open the window and glanced out. He felt that the sky and the earth were vast and amazingly large. He simply fit himself in the shadow of the window and looked at the starry sky, which was completely different from his memory of 23 years. Looking at it, it seems that the good stars of this day are a long book, and he has to read it word by word to live up to it.
After watching it for a long time, he caught a faint sound.
… someone is coming.
He wasn't very afraid, because the man came righteously.
He first simulated in his mind the process of twisting the man's neck before realizing that the footsteps belonged to Jiang Fang.
There is no need to be on guard.
The light of goose-yellow electric lights gathered in a line under the door.
Now, the light is blocked by a pair of feet.
Knowing that he was coming, Nan Zhou was not in a hurry to say hello. He just squatted under the shadow of the window and quietly looked at the feet.
But Jiang Fang didn't knock on the door, just stood outside, not knowing what he was waiting for.
Nan Zhou did not move, and neither did he.
Nan Zhou was a little confused by his actions, so he was seduced to the door, opened the door silently, and looked at Jiang Fang outside the door.
Jiang Fang outside the door, with his disbanded silver hair with some water vapor, looks like he has just taken a shower, and his eyelashes are wet.
Just so, the heat made the corners of his eyes red.
The electric light made a rippling sea of stars in his grey eyes.
Nan Zhou tilted his head and looked at him, as if he was looking at a strange and beautiful guardian
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"I slept alone, and I'm a little scared." Jiang Fang faced Nan Zhou's gaze, and generously held a small plate of puffs in front of Nan Zhou, "Mr. Nan, please, take me in for one night."
To say this to someone of the same height and body type who grinned and smashed other people's knees with a gun during the day would inevitably be pretentious.
But the one who spoke was Jiang Fang, and the one who was obedient was Nan Zhou.
It all became natural.
Nan Zhou has a limited understanding of the "human" creature. Today, he saw a lot of them in one breath, and they were all different.
In comparison, Jiang Fang is the most interesting one.
If nothing else, he stands out in the "good-looking" item alone.
It's hard to describe Nan Zhou in detail, but that kind of good-looking is the degree to which Nan Zhou wants to paint for him.
To go further, he seemed to have a small loophole in his heart, and Jiang Fang's figure and appearance were all based on this small loophole perfectly.
He is here, and my heart is full.
For this unprecedented experience, the curious Nan Zhou still wanted to analyze it carefully.
Besides, he came with food.
Nan Zhou put his face in his face and ate up a small plate of puffs.
The taste is good and the people are nice too.
Nan Zhou finally got the opportunity to study human beings generously, and naturally he would not let it go easily.
While he was enjoying the dessert with peace of mind, Jiang Fang leaned against the bed, wiping his hair with Nanzhou's towel, while telling him everything about him.
His childhood, his past, his experiences.
Jiang Fang is very skillful when talking to people, not just guying for self-pity.
About his own pain, he can stop at the point, but it is memorable. Most of his focus is on sharing his life experiences.
It happened to be a new world that Nanzhou had never seen or heard of. He was naturally curious, and it was logical that he began to take "Jiang Fang" to heart.
When Jiang Fang spoke in a slow and slow manner, his eyes never left Nanzhou, his expression was magnanimous but not obscene, but his emotions were quite abundant, like a fire that fell on his face, unconsciously with warmth.
Today, he has seen every corner of his body. Nan Zhou doesn't think there is anything to hold back, so he simply lets him look at it calmly.
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Right after dinner, the puffs given by Jiang Fang were exquisite and limited, and just when Nan Zhou was still in the mood, the plate was empty.
He took a brief shower and got into the same bed with Jiang Fang.
There was only such a big bed in the room, and when they got close, Nan Zhou found that Jiang Fang had a little creamy aroma, but he didn't know the source.
This slightly aroused Nan Zhou's appetite that had not yet dissipated, and made him more energetic. He put his arms under his head without any sleepiness, and listened intently to what he had to say.
After Jiang Fang talked about his joy in shooting targets with a synthetic bow in the archery club, he paused subtly and lowered his tone:
"I haven't spoken to anyone about myself."
"It's weird, I don't know why I tell you so much."
Nan Zhou could hear that it was the truth.
He said, "Yes. But we only met today."
Jiang Fang raised his finger and boldly traced Nan Zhou's eyebrows: "No. I have seen you many times."
Nan Zhou was suddenly full of curiosity: "When?"
Jiang Fang's tone was even lighter, and it fell into people's ears, and it was sweet all the way to his heart: "In a comic. You grew up with me and spent a lot of time. I have always wanted to meet, but I haven't been able to meet each other. friend."
Nan Zhou had already guessed his identity, so he was not surprised.
After thinking about it, he finally understood the sudden change in Jiang Fang's attitude after seeing his face clearly on the train.
Nan Zhou felt a little guilty and said, "But this is the first time I see you."
Jiang Fang supported his head, and the moonlight fell in like salt and frost, covering his eyelashes with a layer of light.
He stroked the end of his brow at a constant speed, again and again, with gentle movements.
"It doesn't matter." Jiang Fang said, "If you don't come, I can come to see you, once, twice, three thousand times, it doesn't matter."
Nan Zhou accepted his ambiguous touch and kindness, and didn't hate it at all.
Even in his childhood, his relatives had never touched him so tenderly.
Nan Zhou longed for love, but because he couldn't get it, he hid this longing in his heart and didn't bother himself.
Now, he seems to have gotten it.
But this kind of love seems to be different from what he wants
.
Jiang Fang stopped talking, and just focused on stroking him.
He supported his head, and his hair was not bound by the hair tie, but only hooked behind his ears. With his subtle movements, the silk-like hair slipped down to his cheeks along the auricles.
He was in no hurry to pick it up.
Seeing that the strand of hair was about to swipe into his eyes, Nan Zhou took the initiative to put it behind his ear for him.
It's just a hands-on effort.
Before Nan Zhou could recall the strange heat from his fingertips when he touched Jiang Fang's cheek, the corner of his lips was gently pecked.
... Jiang Fang kissed him politely and decisively.
Because of his surprise, Nan Zhou couldn't think of how he should react for a while, so he sent out a surprised tone particle: "Oh?"
"Looking at someone for a long time is just inviting a kiss." Jiang Fang said solemnly, "I accept your invitation."
Nan Zhou thoughtfully said, "… Ah."
Jiang Fang: "Do you still want it?"
Nan Zhou: "Well..."
He didn't say yes or no, just pursed his lips secretly.
In the exchange of warm breath, Nan Zhou finally clarified the source of Jiang Fang's creamy breath.
— right on his lips.
Nan Zhou couldn't help but think that this might have been left over from the time he tested the sweetness of the puffs.
The snow-white sweet cream touched the edge of his red lips that were not painted, and was gently licked off by him.
Thinking of this scene, the strong temptation made Nan Zhou's lower abdomen feel slightly dry.
Nan Zhou's experience on sex is still relatively inexperienced, so he doesn't understand or think about why Jiang Fang had a thin layer of cream on his mouth even though he had taken a shower before he came.
Food and sex are instincts.
Nan Zhou is afraid of pain and craving sweets. Of course, he also has normal desires.
It's just that he doesn't have the ability to analyze desire for the time being, and he can only let the desire grow wildly at a loss.
Nan Zhou did not express his stance, and Jiang Fang no longer violated the rules, and only continued to stroke Nan Zhou's forehead.
In a place that Nanzhou couldn't see, the white peacock-like light flora growing in his mind was provoked by this action, and the coral swayed slightly.
Nan Zhou gasped suddenly.
Jiang Fang was unexpectedly surprised by this gasp.
As soon as he touched the fingertips of Nan Zhou's forehead, he lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, and the corners of his lips could not help but bend happily.
stand up.
He had forgotten that his little paper figurine kept a fragile little white peacock in his mind.
Jiang Fang thought of the system's rating of Nanzhou's sanity value.
The value of san can be broadly summarized as spiritual strength.
If his mental strength is strong enough to not be afraid of being frightened, the system can give him a full rating instead of giving him a "garbled code" that is difficult to judge.
Now that I think about it, maybe Nan Zhou's spiritual power is only strong in that it is not easily influenced by the outside world, but it is unexpectedly fragile.
Just a small touch like this can make him show a... very interesting expression.
Nan Zhou now feels very strange.
His body was uncomfortable, and it wasn't the kind of pain when he was attacked by the Light Charm. I couldn't tell where the pain was, but it just made him want to toss and turn to suppress the invisible flame that sprang up from his body.
His heart was warm, but the light around him dimmed, and his body unconsciously opened a gap, allowing only a ray of light to penetrate.
Jiang Fang is that beam of light.
Jiang Fang moved his fingertips up, pulled out the belt on his pajamas, and covered Nan Zhou's eyes.
Before Nan Zhou, who had been deprived of his vision, had time to say anything, his lips were gently held by someone very skillfully.
"Is it uncomfortable? Or afraid?" Jiang Fang kissed him and pressed his forehead against his, "You are shaking."
Nan Zhou considered the matter on a case-by-case basis and answered seriously, "I don't know. It's just... not... comfortable."
When Jiang Fang rolled over and pressed Nan Zhou's body, his movements were blocked by the same stiffness.
He looked down and smiled softly.
He rubbed Nan Zhou's hot earlobe with his lips, and after successfully causing another shudder, he apologized: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Let me handle it, okay?"
Nan Zhou was silent for a long time.
Jiang Fang slowly stroked his forehead, stimulating the little peacock raised in his skull, waiting for his response.
Finally, he waited until the blindfolded Nan Zhou lowered his head indiscernibly.
Jiang Fang let out a sigh of relief, looked up somewhere in the void, and waved his hand gently.
He created a small enclosed space.
In this little black house that no one knows about, there are only Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou, and it is impossible for them to be disturbed by the sight of the outside world.
The first time we met, he held
The mentality of making friends, but from the beginning to the end, he refuses to face his own heart, escapes, is uneasy, and confused.
The second time he met, he was ready, but he was still trying step by step, he refused to give his sincerity completely, and he lacked a little courage.
The third chance to meet was created by himself.
There's no reason for him not to take good care of it, is there
…
at the same time.
Under the room temperature of 40 degrees Celsius and the noise of nearly 100 decibels, Yuan Mingqing stood in front of the spinning machine, staring at the clock that had reached nine o'clock in the evening, sweating profusely, pressing his chest tightly with anger, burning to the core He almost exploded.
Having grown up in advanced technology, his eyes straightened when he saw such a primitive working environment.
When he really threw himself into it, he truly experienced the sadness of carbon-based creatures.
While being tortured to the point of being top-heavy, he was full of numbness, and there were only three questions in his head.
How could it be like this
When will Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou be infected by this world
How long will he be sparred in this ghost place
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