Jiang Fang did not speak.
Nan Zhou followed the existing information and his own thoughts.
His voice was quiet, but a little faster than usual.
So, you should be angry.
"You start from the train, and you plan something. When you get on the train, the plan begins."
"You know a lot of people, at least the senior who brought us to this hotel, you know."
"That day, we went out to the town. It's so big here, why did he meet us by chance?"
"Does he usually live here? Where did he drive his car? If he is specially responsible for welcoming foreigners, what about the people he picks up?"
Jiang Fang asked at the right time: "Perhaps, there are no people in the car who meet the symptoms suitable for living here?"
Nan Zhou shook his head: "If he drove back because there was no suitable candidate, then his logic is normal, he can carry out normal question and answer, his mood is stable for a long time, his memory is not affected, and he can clearly remember the 200 households in this area. Man, why would you return to a gathering area of highly aggressive patients at night for no reason and meet us?"
"He doesn't fit the symptoms of someone who lives here; he doesn't have his address out of 200 people on the map. He has no reason to be there."
Jiang Fang smiled and said, "Well, there are reasons why."
Nan Zhou: "What?"
Jiang Fang said: "When I come back in the evening, I will make a banana boat and make a hot pot. If it's too late, I won't be able to eat it."
Nan Zhou: "… "
Nan Zhou thought about it for a while, and felt that he couldn't understand the words.
So he gave up decisively and continued the serious topic.
"After I came to the street, I found that this enclosed area is a very standard circular shape. If it is artificially formed, it does not make sense to build it like this. The production capacity and production method cannot last for a long time, so this place can only be It depends on some kind of power and maintains a short-lived existence.”
"That 'senior' said there was a 'god' in this town."
"… Then, I saw the moon tonight."
This should have been an extremely serious scope.
But behind Nan Zhou, the devil's wings were stretched to the extreme, every red bone feather was hot, and black feathers fell in pieces.
down, between the bare feet of the Son.
The Holy Son raised his foot and stepped lightly on the devil's toes.
The devout people thought that the flickering of the wings behind the hazy holy window was the Holy Son's goodwill to them, and they worshipped and recited scriptures, becoming more and more devout.
Under the blessing of the pure power of faith, the holy son was drenched in snow-white brilliance, which forced the demon to whimper in a low voice, but he still firmly grasped the holy son's shoulders with both hands, refusing to part with him.
In the trembling, almost crying whisper of the demon, Nan Zhou asked loudly:
"What did you want to do when you brought us here?"
"Why are you being nice to me these days?"
"Why don't you put it on?"
"There are so many questions. I don't even know which one to answer." Jiang Fang comfortably kicked his socks-only feet into Nan Zhou's arms, "Can you pick a point?"
Nan Zhou's fingertips stroked his Adam's apple, causing the hard and soft bulge to float up and down.
Nan Zhou asked softly, "Tell me, can killing you make this all over?"
Jiang Fang leaned back and sighed deeply: "Is this a punishment?"
Nan Zhou knew what he was talking about.
Jiang Fang once asked him how he would treat him if he really lied to him.
Leaving this question aside for the time being, what Nan Zhou cares about is that Jiang Fang's exposure is too unreasonable.
He clearly knew that he was a character in the story, that he would be in pain on the night of the full moon, and that it was only a night of pain, but he still gave him a full moon shot by an arrow and put his identity The bottom was given to him.
Nan Zhou once read a word called dew love, saying that a relationship is like night dew, when the moon is exhausted and the sun comes out, it will naturally dissipate.
He has never entered into any relationship with others, so he has no experience, and always unilaterally determines and pays for it.
But now, he felt confused and panicked.
If you really kill Jiang Fang to be able to leave the town, then, do you want to kill it
Where will he go? Where will you go
Back to never, back to the days when a person was sober, let this relationship that even he didn't know the specific ingredients become the real dew under the moon and disappear without a trace
Ask yourself, it didn't take much time for Nanzhou.
his way of thinking
Always clear, rarely hesitate for a thing.
In fact, a few days ago, when Jiang Fang asked "what if, really?", Nan Zhou had an answer in his heart.
He just hid the answer, like a candy in secret.
Seeing that Nan Zhou did not speak for a long time, Jiang Fang lowered his head and licked his lips.
There is still a hint of sugar on it.
Behind him, the Son and the Devil are still entangled.
He lowered his voice with the ambiguous love in the room: "But, I said I didn't lie to you, do you believe it?"
… Nan Zhou was surprised.
He grabbed Jiang Fang's neckline and almost pressed his face: "I asked you if there was anything to hide from me. You said no."
At the moment of getting close, the elegant tea fragrance on Jiang Fang's body came around.
Jiang Fang raised the hand that had the bandage wrapped around the base of his finger, and placed it on the back of Nan Zhou's head.
Nan Zhou sensed something was wrong and wanted to avoid it.
"Don't move." Jiang Fang pressed against Nan Zhou's ear, blowing softly, "My hand hurts."
Nan Zhou really did not move.
Jiang Fang put one arm around Nan Zhou, looked into his eyes, and said, "But, this is something we both agreed on. How can it be called a lie if we agreed in advance."
"… what?"
"Besides, I'm not good at lying to you at all." Jiang Fang kissed the tip of his nose, "In front of you, I'm obviously lying to myself a lot."
Jiang Fang moved his fingers lightly, and in the piercing pain, he methodically delivered stimulation to Nan Zhou's cerebral cortex.
The little white peacock in his mind was about to move again, trying to open the screen.
Nan Zhou felt something was wrong.
His cheeks were burning and hurting, his waist began to swell, and the tides in his body began to meet the moonlight, and a surging wave began after realizing it.
... The glamorous demon behind him was blushing and his wings were shaking so badly that he could not wait to swallow the whole Son of God.
Jiang Fang bewitched Nan Zhou softly: "Actually, we have known each other for a long time. I really like it in my heart. We decided on this place and plan together. Before you came in, you still held me in your hand. hands. . . as we are now."
... The Holy Son whispered in the devil's ear, saying something Nan Zhou couldn't understand.
It was exactly the same as what he was hearing now.
The white peacock tail feathers in Nan Zhou's mind flickered,
He scratched his nerve endings carefully, and returned the response of each terminal of his limbs to Nan Zhou's brain as it was, or even intensified.
His own voice, even his own, was distorted: "You, lied to me again..."
"Really." Jiang Fang said, "I'm very good at deceiving people. But I don't lie to little paper people."
The three words "Little Paper Man" were clearly fragile and beautiful, and somehow touched Nan Zhou's nerves.
The white peacock flicked its beautiful and huge tail with a bang.
In the disordered breathing, Nan Zhou grabbed Jiang Fang's wrist, suddenly overturned Jiang Fang on the bed again, and straddled him.
The respite of the holy son and the devil, and their water, milk and blending together, are already indistinguishable from each other.
Nan Zhou only loosened a little of the belt, and the rest was naturally freed by the burning passion.
Jiang Fang let go of his hand holding the back of his head: "What about you? These days, have you ever fallen in love with me...?"
Nan Zhou held his palm wrapped in bandages and gauze, brought it to his lips, and kissed the wound lightly.
Jiang Fang curled his fingers, as if he had been electrocuted.
"The question you asked me a few days ago, and I… tell you the answer."
"If you lie to me, I can forgive you once."
Nan Zhou was out of breath, holding on to the last bit of clear consciousness, but his tone had already begun to be sloppy and vague.
"...because I seem to really like you a little bit."
Nan Zhou still doesn't quite understand what exactly is like.
He only knew that he was willing to forgive him once.
Moreover, he was willing to be with him in the town and not leave.
But Nan Zhou still has clear rewards and punishments.
"I like it, I like it." Nan Zhou declared seriously, "But, I'm going to bully you anyway."
…
Early in the morning, when Jiang Fang tiptoed to cover the door and came out, he happened to meet Yuan Mingqing who was in a daze facing a painting in the corridor.
Jiang Fang took the initiative to greet him: "Good morning."
Yuan Mingqing murmured all night, but after tossing and turning for a long time, he couldn't think of a better idea except to die together.
He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to lose. He knew that he was caught in a trap and got on a pirate ship.
But when the destination of the pirate ship coincides with him, he can only take a ride.
Perhaps, this is the ultimate goal of Nanzhou and the others.
Because his heart was settled, his attitude became much more natural: "You guys are quite noisy."
In front of him, Jiang Fang stretched out comfortably and gave a rather shameless reply: "Not enough, less than half."
The infinite meaning and joy contained in this lazy waist made Yuan Mingqing almost roll his eyes.
With the teachings of the devil, Nan Zhou, who thought he was a little devil, faced his silver-haired son and adopted a kind of copying study.
Last night, Jiang Fang, a "god", took out a stethoscope from the bedside table during the process, put it on Nan Zhou with one hand, and put the auscultation head on his slightly bulging abdomen.
Nan Zhou, who was wearing ear hooks, was confused and didn't know why.
It wasn't until he heard the sound of water coming from his lower abdomen that Nan Zhou raised his eyebrows and suppressed Jiang Fang, who was laughing mischievously, with one hand, so that he was not allowed to do anything wrong.
In the second half of the night, the story of the Son and the Devil was broadcast for the third time, and Nan Zhou limped to the bathroom with Jiang Fang in his arms.
He still adheres to that set of firm self-logic, and feels that the people above should be responsible.
While waiting for the water to fill up, he held the diary and wrote down some experiences.
Jiang Fang wanted to see it, and he also showed it.
But after Jiang Fang accidentally smiled, Nan Zhou frowned, grabbed the notebook and didn't show it to him.
The refreshing Jiang Fang looked at the painting Yuan Mingqing was looking at just now.
… That’s Van Gogh’s Sunflowers.
Jiang Fang: "Do you understand painting?"
Yuan Mingqing: "About your knowledge and books, we have all been sent full documents before we came."
Jiang Fang smiled and said, "It seems that with knowledge, it takes up the brain."
Yuan Mingqing: "..." You fucking.
Jiang Fang stood side by side with him, looking at the brightly colored sunflower with a good mood: "When will you tell me about 'you'?"
Yuan Mingqing laughed dryly: "Instead of caring about 'us', it's better to think about yourself. The game party won't just recognize it like this. When you go out, it will be a bad battle."
"Don't be like that. You're also 'us' now."
Jiang Fang patted his shoulder generously: "See you too
Otherwise, it won't help you win in the future. "
…
"Paper Gold", Douzhuan Casino, VIP room.
Qu Jinsha was still wearing a black Tang suit with red buttons, which made him look even richer. Half of his eyes were born with a smile, and half of them were due to the abundant flesh on his cheeks. When the facial muscles were relaxed, they would naturally bend, like the God of Wealth with benevolent eyebrows on a New Year's painting.
There has always been a gambling hall in the crowded market, and the golden cave is drunk. Because the signal tower began to be built, many hesitant people have a goal, and the number of passengers has dropped a lot for a while.
Fortunately, the daily income is still considerable, at least after paying the high point rent, there is still a lot of surplus.
It can be vaguely heard that it is noisy outside, but the VIP room is extraordinarily quiet.
Opposite Qu Jinsha are two men in black suits, each with five cards placed in front of them.
Four have been opened.
They have a weird temperament, exuding an inorganic quality that pretends to be polite: "Congratulations, Boss Qu, you are now number one on the solo chart."
Boss Qu opened the last hole card on his side.
Because of his fatness, his smile lines don't look very obvious, just a kind of relaxed, pure beaming: "Hi, that's very welcome. Fullhouse 1. Sorry."
He pretended not to understand what the two were saying.
But the two had no intention of flopping the cards at all, and just stared at Qu Jinsha.
Knowing that he couldn't escape, Qu Jinsha leaned back and opened the skylight: "I want to know, why should I seek refuge with you?"
One of them smiled: "What you should want to know is why we set up a single list, just to deal with emergencies and facilitate team formation."
Qu Jinsha smiled and said, "So, what unexpected situation did you encounter? Forcing you to activate this pnb?"
The author has something to say: 1 Fullhouse: A card type in the chess and card category, the size is second to straight flush and four of a kind
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Zhouzhou's diary is trying to use academic evidence to demonstrate the size of himself and brother Fang