Despite the emotional shock, Li Yinhang's money-saving radar did not strike.
They left the flashy neon casino and came all the way to the edge of the city that wrapped the entire bustling "paper gold".
The Hong Kong-style fortress full of cyberpunk style is a hotbed of life for debtors, fugitives and the destitute.
Accommodation here is absolutely cheap.
In the night cry of the baby, they asked several hotels with red lights for "accommodation" in a row, and finally found one with relatively good sanitary conditions and decoration.
All three expressed satisfaction.
The young guy who showed them the house yawned and knocked on the door of the housekeeper's house.
Nanzhou and the others need to trade points with the proprietress.
The door slammed three times, and an old lady with a pair of pale yellow cat eyes poked her head out.
Li Yinhang almost died on the spot when he saw the respectful face of the other party.
Nan Zhou took a step forward, protecting Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang Ruo Wu Ruo Wu behind him: "Check the room."
The dense folds on the old lady's face moved, her voice was vicissitudes, and her eyes were scattered.
"How long? How many people?"
Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang looked at Li Yinhang.
Li Yinhang gathered up his courage and showed his head from behind Nan Zhou: "How much for three people, one night?"
The old lady tremblingly stretched out three fingers: "300 points."
Li Yinhang followed with five fingers.
She said, "50."
Nan Zhou, who didn't bargain with others: "?"
Jiang Fang, who is used to spending money like soil: "?"
Not to mention them, the old lady as an NPC was stunned on the spot.
Now Li Yinhang is the fox in the fox and the tiger.
She is alone, and it is impossible for her to choose to fight with such a cat-eye old lady late at night.
Li Yinhang sighed and began to play freely: "The three of us are young people, and we can sleep soundly wherever we want. Your room is empty, what a waste, why don't you just let us sleep."
"Then you can go to sleep in the park." The old lady said, "250 o'clock is fine. Less, go wherever you like."
"250 is not a good number." Li Yinhang gradually entered the state, "50."
The old lady was about to close the door.
Li Yinhang directly squeezed up, hooked a small wooden bench by the corridor with his feet, and blocked the door with the wooden bench.
She blocked the door, posing as if she was fully aware of the market situation: "We asked several other accommodation here, there are 100 and 50."
Old lady: "Then you can live with them. Can this be compared?"
Li Yinhang: "The surrounding area is similar. The 50's is next to the breakfast shop."
After nearly half an hour of tug-of-war, Li Yinhang made the old lady NPC look disheartened.
The voice line is no longer vicissitudes, the eyes are no longer loose, the spirit is full of energy, and the anger is full of anger.
The old lady glared at her fiercely, her pupils almost shrunk to a black line: "100 points, no less."
Li Yinhang sighed, and Shi Shiran stood up: "Forget it. Let's go to the 50's one before."
Old lady: "… "
She burst into rage and grabbed the arm of Li Yinhang who was about to turn away.
Her fingernails were pale black, like cat's claws, with slender roots.
Nan Zhou rolled up his sleeves, ready to go up and knock the attacking old lady unconscious.
Then, he heard the old lady grinding her back molars and said coldly, "Deal!"
Nan Zhou: "..." Ah, that's fine too.
Li Yinhang did not relax in the slightest. He immediately seized the opportunity and asked for the last price: "We may continue to stay for a few more days. Remember this price, don't increase it."
Old lady: "..."
In the end, they spent 50 points in a fairly clean double room.
This night, the spirit was always in a state of high-intensity operation, so that Li Yinhang immediately went on strike as soon as he entered the room.
In a daze, she watched Nan Zhou take some toiletries provided in the house and walked out.
A thoughtless thought flashed in her mind:
Nan Zhou's clothes...are not dirty at all
But she was completely cut off in the next second.
Nan Zhou went to the public bathroom to simply take a cold shower.
The bathroom was empty at three in the morning.
Nan Zhou was used to wrapping himself tightly, so it took a while to take off the clothes one by one.
He was not in a hurry to take a shower, and stood by the window with the security grille.
The moonlight in the walled city is extraordinarily clear and bright without the noise of neon.
He looked at the moon for a while before turning on the faucet in the moonlight.
The moonlight mixed with the flowing warm water, gurgling from every corner of him.
The thin water light covered the butterfly tattoo on his wrist and washed the countless deep and shallow scars on his body.
There are weird scars on the shoulders, collarbone, side waist, and calves.
Nan Zhou was accustomed to these scars, and Gu Ying didn't mean to feel sorry for himself.
But when he was washing his hair, when he pushed back his hair and touched the back of his neck with his fingertips, his expression shifted subtly.
… He felt that scar again.
Because Nan Zhou's hair is too long, he usually wears it casually, and with the collar of his shirt covering it, he often forgets the existence of the wound, and only notices it when he touches it inadvertently.
The difference between it and other wounds is that Nanzhou doesn't remember how it came from.
Helpless, Nan Zhou had no way to twist his neck over 180 degrees to check the situation.
Nan Zhou lowered his hand, not thinking about it.
After rinsing, he raised his hand and let the South Pole star, which was rubbing against the warm water pipe, fly up.
He protected it in the palm of his hand, pinched the membranes on both sides, and washed it over and over again.
After wrapping Nanji Star with a small towel, Nan Zhou also put on his clothes layer by layer.
He re-dressed himself into a neat and elegant appearance, but he didn't wear a coat, and he casually wrapped the coat between his arms.
If you look closely, you can see that although the white shirt on his body is still a good fit, the lower edge is a little longer than his figure.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he found Jiang Fang standing outside at some point.
Jiang Fang smiled at him: "I want to take a bath too."
"Why didn't you go in just now?" Nan Zhou said, "You can also wash together."
Jiang Fang nodded gently, as if the unrestrained and unrestrained in the casino was completely abandoned by him:--gt;gt;
"I'm afraid you're not used to it."
He put his hand on his thigh naturally, and added: "...I'm afraid to scare you."
Because Jiang Fang's attitude was too gentlemanly and his eyes were too sincere, Nan Zhou didn't understand what he was referring to.
He said "um": "Go back to the room and wait for you."
Watching Nan Zhou disappear at the other end of the narrow and dim corridor, Jiang Fang stepped into the bathroom alone.
He took off the choker for the first time, and put it together with the clothes he took off.
Jiang Fang stood under the shower head that Nan Zhou had just used.
The moonlight shone on him like the moonlight, which clearly reflected the traces on the side of his neck.
Near the artery, two letters are branded.
"Kap;ap;M".
At first glance, it looks like a tattoo.
But upon closer inspection, it was clearly a mark cut by the blade!
The scars were apparently meticulously retouched with tattoos afterwards.
But M's pen was only half an inch away from his slightly bulging artery.
Jiang Fang's fingertips brushed the raised wound and chuckled lightly.
This is not a secret that can be shown to Nan Zhou.
Too imperfect.
When Nan Zhou returned to his room, Li Yinhang had already fallen asleep.
He climbed onto the empty bed by the window.
Not long after, Jiang Fang also came back.
With the refreshing water vapor in his body, he walked to the side of Nanzhou's bed and lifted the corner of his quilt very naturally.
Nan Zhou looked up at him.
Jiang Fang explained to him the distribution of the quilts in a low voice: "Two quilts, one for Yinhang, so the two of us have to..."
Nan Zhou didn't mind too much. After knowing the reason, he only made a light "uh" to indicate that he knew it, and took the initiative to move Jiang Fang out of his place.
Facts have proved that Li Yinhang has a good eye for choosing rooms.
The city is far away from the hustle and bustle of "paper gold", flashy and bizarre, but instead carries a sense of tranquility from the bottom of my heart.
The mattress was very soft and comfortable, completely different from the other beds in the town that clung to their springs.
However, softness also has side effects.
- As soon as Jiang Fang lay down, Nan Zhou's body slid towards him unconsciously.
Nan Zhou moved back and looked at Jiang Fang at the same time.
At first glance, he was a little confused.
He pointed to Jiang Fang's choker.
… Do you not take it off
In the mission world, he refused to take off his belongings, probably because he was afraid of losing them, which was understandable.
Now it's obviously a relaxing environment.
Jiang Fang touched the side of his neck and smiled mysteriously: "This can't be picked. It's a secret."
Jiang Fang didn't show it. No matter how curious Nan Zhou was, he didn't plan to watch it again.
Jiang Fang: "However, secrets can be exchanged for secrets."
Nan Zhou immediately pricked up his ears.
Jiang Fang asked, "What is the butterfly on your wrist?"
Nan Zhou shook his head.
Jiang Fang: "Can't say it?"
"no."
Nan Zhou said, "I mean, it's no big deal. I stabbed it myself."
Hearing this, Jiang Fang frowned.
"Tattoos hurt. Still in places like this..."
Because he was afraid of waking Li Yinhang, Jiang Fang's voice was like a whisper, and it didn't sound like an ambiguous connotation that made the ears warm.
"… Why?"
"There's no reason." Nan Zhou said, "Just paint if you want."
Jiang Fang was silent for a long time.
"Ah, yes." He smiled and made an excuse for Nan Zhou, "You are an art teacher."
Nan Zhou: "Yes. I'm an art teacher. But which one is you?"
Jiang Fang: "Huh?"
"People who return home to visit relatives, music students, people who are good at gambling..." Nan Zhou asked, "Which one is you?"
Jiang Fang nodded lightly, with some sharp confidence in his words: "It's all me."
Nan Zhou asked, "Who are you still?"
"a lot."
Jiang Fang actually didn't bother to talk about him any more, and said in a succinct manner: "I worked as an apprentice in an underground casino for one year and a dealer for four years."
"I help students in the Kiev Conservatory of Music, and I am good at the accordion. I know a little bit of piano and bagpipes."
"Enforcer (executor) of the Kiev state cavalry ice hockey team, won the state championship."
"Have been a long-distance freight driver for three months, and played longboard for two months. I like to walk around, take a look, and when I run out of money, I go to the local casino to play a few games, or do odd jobs that I haven't played before. Now, they are considered unemployed vagabonds returning home to visit relatives."
Nan Zhou opened his eyes slightly: "You..."
"Well, these are all me." Jiang Fang promptly cut off his desire to ask the truth, "I told you my secret, should I be able to make a request to you?"
Nan Zhou: "You said."
Jiang Fang: "Sleep."
Nan Zhou blinked and closed his eyes obediently: "Good night then."
Jiang Fang fixedly looked at his face: "Good night."
Nan Zhou is earnestly implementing Jiang Fang's request.
After a while, his breathing became even and long.
The soft mattress also made Nan Zhou's sleeping body uncontrollably follow the gravity and slowly move closer to Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang didn't move at all, and Nan Zhou fell into his arms naturally.
After Nan Zhou's forehead lightly pressed against Jiang Fang's shoulder, relying entirely on instinct, he rubbed it like a cat.
Jiang Fang watched Nan Zhou's peaceful sleeping face and raised his hand at the same time.
His fingers nimbly parted his soft, slightly curly black hair, lifted the collar of his starched shirt, and after sliding his fingers a few inches in, he accurately found the scar that had puzzled Nan Zhou for a long time.
...that's a circle of teeth marks.
Jiang Fang's slender thumb had a slightly warm body temperature as he stroked the oval tooth marks one by one.
That bite was deep and heavy.
Jiang Fang still remembered the scene of a drop of blood dripping from the wound and winding down Nan Zhou Jin's thin and straight spine.
He counted the marks of the teeth one by one, moving very lightly, very slowly, with just the right amount of force, and would never wake Nan Zhou up and sense that he had offended and crossed the line.
one two Three…
Jiang Fang used his mouth to count it again and again.
At low counts, his lips and teeth were clearly red and white, and they matched perfectly with the tooth marks on the back of Nanzhou's neck, completely corresponding. :,