, Chu Ci was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the study to find samples of journals that he had previously published papers, when suddenly the door knocked twice from the outside, and then was pushed open a crack.
Han Yue's hand stretched out from the crack of the door, holding a kraft paper bag.
Chu Ci walked over suspiciously and vigilantly, took the paper bag and opened it. Inside was a thick pile of documents, including his master's degree certificate, achievement award certificate, important paper journals, two advisor recommendation letters, and an application form for an in-service doctorate from the School of Chemistry.
Han Yue raised two fingers, made a V shape, retracted the door and ran away.
Chu Ci stood where he was, annoyed and funny, and after a while he cursed in a low voice: "Second Han!"
Then he walked back to the desk and carefully put the brown paper bag into his bag.
After that period of time, Han Yue really went to work less and spent more time studying.
Although he was really just recommending by the organization, going through the motions, and had no confidence in getting a degree, the two courses of Ma Zhe and English must meet the standards. In order to show kindness and care, the organization specially enrolled him in a review class. When Han Yue came back on the first day after class, Han Yue was holding a large pile of thick reference books, with a painful expression on his face.
"I don't understand," he said sadly, "I have been stationed in Qinghai for ten years, why should I compete with these fresh graduates?!"
Chu Ci calmly said: "It's wrong for you to do this. Chairman Mao taught you that you need to work hard in your studies. The biggest enemy of learning is self-satisfaction. You must always hold the spirit of self-criticism to keep making progress... What don't you understand? Bring me the book Take a look."
Han Yue immediately opened the thick Ma Zhe reference book and offered it with both hands, full of anticipation.
The dining room was quiet, and the food emitted curling heat under the lights. Chu Ci concentrated on thinking, turned a page, and remained silent for a long time.
After a long while, he raised his head and slapped the chopsticks on the table, saying seriously:
"Tonight's cooking is so spicy, how can anyone eat it?!"
After that, he threw the book away, and went into the study without looking back, and pia quickly closed the door.
Han Yue: "
………”
Facts have proved that Chu Gong is a paper tiger, and he can only be crushed in front of the powerful Ma Zhe Specialized Course.
However, Chu Gong can still tutor Han Yue in English, and that bit of English for the postgraduate entrance examination is not considered a dish in front of Chu Ci's generation of test masters. He found all the notes for the postgraduate entrance examination review and moved them into the study. Han Yue almost knelt down when he saw it, but saw Chu Ci holding it in both hands, shaking, and smashing the hill on the desk with a bang.
"That's about it. According to the question type, it is divided into five major categories and sixteen subcategories. Each type has simulation questions over the years, answers, explanations, analysis, follow-up citations, and reference materials... I will tell you twice a week. It’s a small class, and it’s almost enough to do a few more papers before the exam.”
"... You also reviewed like this when you took the postgraduate entrance examination?!"
"Of course not." Chu Ci said with a strange look on his face, "Why do I have to review? I usually take the test naked."
"Then you..."
"It was just sorted out in order to sell it for money."
Han Yue: "..."
Engineer Chu hung a small whiteboard in the study and carefully assigned learning tasks to Han Yue. At that time, Chu Ci was one of the platinum gods in the tutoring circles of the imperial capital, and he did not know how many legends of turning stones into gold. Even after graduation, some juniors and girls came to ask Chu Chushan to guide him to review the fourth and sixth grades—according to Chu Ci’s words He said that if he had run a tutoring class, he might have reached the pinnacle of his life by now.
Now Han Yue can enjoy the exclusive guidance and be asked to answer questions by name at any time.
Years later, the weather turned from warm to cold. It was too hot to wear a sweater for a few days, and it was too cold to wear a down jacket for a few days. Chu Ci couldn't catch cold, and he didn't like to wrap up in thick clothes, so Han Yue turned on the heater at home all day long, and let him walk around in the bedroom and study room in unlined clothes.
This is probably the only motivation to support Han Yue through the difficult study time. Whenever he was about to tear up the book, he looked up to see Chu Ci holding a professional book, stretching his long legs comfortably by the window, with his heels crossed on the edge of the desk, his cheeks seemed to glow transparently in the sun. When the light is low, it can produce an illusion of "maybe I can bear it for another five minutes one by one".
Once he finally couldn't help asking: "Why can you persist in studying for so long?"
"Because I don't have to recite Ma Zhe." Chu Ci said comfortably.
"..."
After Han Yue recited Ma Zhe, he recited English again. He usually had no time to go out drinking and playing ball with Hou Yuren's family, and he was very depressed. Fortunately, Teacher Chu was still reasonable, and promised that he would be allowed to relax for a while if the correct rate of the practice paper was 80 points. You can't play sexual harassment, Teacher Chu asked him to get 80 points in the test first.
So Han Yue worked hard and did the practice paper for the first time, and scored 44 points for the correct answer.
Teacher Chu looked at the rolled noodles full of red crosses, with a horrible expression on his face.
Han Yue was furious, saying that Lao Tzu, the successor of the Socialist Communist Party, can't handle the bird language of the US emperor? So I studied harder, stayed up late to do the questions, and did another practice paper on the weekend. After correcting, the result was still forty-four.
Chu Ci's only reaction was to hurry up and die, but looking at Han Yue's sad and depressed eyes, she couldn't bear it, and after checking the scroll for a while, she sighed and said, "It seems that I am the number one tutor in the imperial capital. I will be buried in your hands..."
Han Yue squatted in the armchair, with two long, muscular arms hanging by his feet, and asked dejectedly, "It really takes eighty points to play sexual harassment?"
"..."
"I can't pass the test, forget it." Han Yue threw the book away, climbed off the chair and squirmed outside.
Chu Ci was rarely moved with compassion.
Maybe it was Han Yue's eagerness to study hard, maybe it was the hopeful yet disappointed appearance that touched him, or it was more likely Han Yue's lean figure stretched out in a slim black T-shirt and the firmness wrapped in jeans The long legs subtly moved him from a certain angle—in any case, Chu Ci's brain became hot, and he said something that he regretted very much afterwards:
"Then drop it to seventy."
Han Yue turned his head abruptly, his eyes sparkling.
Engineer Chu regretted it for a moment, but after thinking about it, asking Han Yue to get a high score in the test is like letting him run a marathon and then do a hundred pull-ups. There is not much difference between 80 and 70, so he calmed down and didn't mention it.
As a result, Han Yue did the practice paper for the third time. When he handed in the paper, one corner of his mouth curled up, his bushy eyebrows raised, and he leaned deeply in the armchair, looking like a handsome hooligan.
Chu Ci was a little skeptical, but he didn't think too much about it. He opened the answer pair, and then he was confused.
"Seventy-two." Han Yue picked up the test paper with two fingers, stuck it to Chu Ci's ear and smiled slightly, "Seventy-two points."
Chu Ci's temples twitched slightly, and he asked for a while, "...how did you do it?"
Han Yue immediately began to hum eighteen touches, with an expression of what you can do to me.
"...you could have scored 70 points in the exam, right?"
Han Yue began to hum sister, you go forward boldly, go forward, don't look back...
"You deliberately failed the exam twice to make me lower the standard, so you can pass the test easily, right?"
Han Yue tilted his head, revealing the standard sneer of Japanese devils in anti-war movies.
Chu Ci jumped up and ran out. The next second, an irresistible force came from his lower back, and then he was thrown onto the sofa in the air, and then he was firmly pressed down on the head.
"Seventy points in the test," Han Yue said arrogantly, holding his chin with one hand and shaking the test paper with the other, "you can be sexually harassed."
Chu Ci subconsciously closed her eyes, only to feel that Han Yue leaned over in front of her, but at the same time he felt bad, there was a very gentle and sweet touch on his lips the next moment.
Han Yue kissed him back and forth, with a smug and sly smile, and his sharp eyes slightly bent into a beautiful arc.
They were clinging to each other on the large sofa. At first, Han Yue was sitting on Chu Ci's waist, his lean upper body pressing heavily on him. Gradually the strength relaxed, they were pressed together tightly, their lips and tongues entangled and their breath intersected, and the softest and deepest part of the mouth was licked carefully, bringing up countless tingling currents, mixed with warm tides flowing through Body.
In the chaos, Chu Ci's hand moved uneasily, but then Han Yue grabbed him, his fingers interlocked and his palms pressed together, as if even the palm prints were closely connected together.
"You're so pretty..." Han Yue said vaguely.
Chu Ci's mind seemed to be soaked in warm water, and she thought to herself, what's so good about it
"It looks good everywhere," Han Yue murmured on his lips, "I like you everywhere."
Their clothes were pulled up, the heat was steaming like spring, and the friction of their skin made people shiver with pleasure. The limited space of the sofa made them stick closer to each other, and Chu Ci clearly felt a hard organ pressing against her.
He could see Han Yueying's upright face close to his eyes, with a slight frown between his brows, as if he looked a little anxious and longing, and the straight bridge of his nose carved with a knife was rubbing against his cheek.
... In fact, he is not ugly, Chu Ci came up with this idea out of nowhere.
It seemed that a paw scratched the soft place in his heart, itching, and gradually filled with bone-penetrating numbness. In the end, only the little thinking ability was left to remind him to look away, but he couldn't do it. Han Yue's deep gaze under the brow bone attracted him like a magnet.
"..."
Chu Ci couldn't hear what Han Yue said clearly in the haze, but it must be a sentence of love, because the voice was so mellow that it seemed to be soaked in honey. He was so preoccupied that even the discomfort of being inserted by fingers in his back acupuncture point faded away, and he only let out a soft "ah" when his knuckles sank.
Han Yue couldn't help kissing him, both were panting, sucking the tip of each other's tongue intermittently. It wasn't until the second finger entered and began to thrust in a small way that Chu Ci raised his jaw, clenched his teeth and let out a slight whimper.
"Want me to come in?"
"..."
"I take it lightly, okay?"
Chu Ci opened his eyes, looking at the white wall of the study and the photo of the two of them hanging on it without focus. There was some moisture in his eyes due to oppression, and he nodded tremblingly after a while.
Han Yue pulled out his finger and couldn't wait to insert himself little by little.
At the beginning, when the tip entered, the rubbing at the acupuncture point produced a very comfortable stimulation, but then the pressure was overwhelming, and every wrinkle in the tunnel was forcibly stretched, crying and sucking the huge cylinder. Chu Ci let out a broken moan, but that voice was more blood-thumping than the most lewd call to bed. Han Yue couldn't bear it for a moment and went straight to the end, and the pleasure instantly stimulated his eyes to turn red.
It's really cool.
The satisfaction of finally conquering the land one desires the most and taking full control of the treasure one desires the most.
He backed out slightly, then thrust in harder, the couch spring making each thrust stronger and more aggressive. This point of focus is really wonderful. After the first dozen or so dry strokes, Han Yue suddenly felt that he had touched a new angle, and his acupoints suddenly convulsed. .
"This is it?" The male instinct made Han Yue realize something immediately, "You like this place, don't you?"
Chu Ci panted heavily, the feeling was actually very weird, it was hard to tell whether it was pleasure or pain, and there was also a kind of stimulation caused by confusion.
He stared blankly at Han Yue, and closed his eyes with difficulty in answering after a few seconds, but the next moment he was suddenly hit hard, every time he hit or brushed against that point, the tingling feeling like a bursting embankment engulfed him in an instant !
"Ah... Han... Han Yue—"
Han Yue stepped on the ground with one foot, and straddled him with the other leg. This posture made him move very powerfully, and every time the ferocious penis was pulled out almost completely, it went deep to the bottom. Because the thrusting was too intense, the acupoints turned red unbearably, Chu Ci gasped for breath and wanted to hide, but such a narrow space, and the posture of the superior completely controlled him, so he had no room at all to ease the stormy offensive .
The study room was filled with the sound of water, crackling and violent panting when it hit, the body fluids mixed together, and the combined place was wet. Chu Ci bent his legs impatiently, and the water stains stained his strong inner thighs, flickering slightly with every impact he endured, looking particularly sensational.
Han Yue leaned over to kiss him, and the saliva overflowed from the corner of his lips before swallowing, and flowed down Chu Ci's chin. His usually pale and expressionless face was stained with blush, his lips trembled slightly, and even his eyelashes were covered with water vapor.
Han Yue stared deeply at this face, with indescribable infatuation and intense possessive desire shining in the depths of his eyes.
this is mine.
Every hair, every inch of skin, even every gaze is mine.
"...Ah!" Chu Ci cried out suddenly after a sudden deepening of the thrust, but immediately after that he didn't have any chance to plead to please slow down. Han Yue clasped his hand backwards, inserted it violently like a pile driver, and then pulled it out again. The force almost squeezed and crushed the hot and humid vagina. The lewd sound of water and slapping mixed together, swallowing the last moan of collapse .
That day Han Yue ejaculated once on the sofa, and then picked up Chu Ci and went to the bedroom. On the way, Chu Ci clung to Han Yue's strong shoulders, his fingers seemed to be trembling slightly, then Han Yue threw him on the big bed, and while it was still hard, he inserted it easily, pushed him hard a few times, and then Chu Ci Ci caught off guard and climaxed.
The feeling can't be described in words, it's like the internal organs are being whipped into convulsions by a whip carrying electric current, the nerve center is stimulated like a fire, the whole person is confused, and his mind is blank.
It took him an unknown amount of time to slowly recover from the fatal climax, and he found himself curled up on the sheets, his hair soaked in sweat sticking to his cheeks, and the secret entrance of his lower body even had a foreign body feeling after being violently invaded.
He let out a hoarse breath, Han Yue leaned over from the other side of the big bed, and carefully kissed his eyes.
"Does it hurt?"
"..." Chu Ci shook her head.
"What does it feel like?"
Frankly speaking, it is actually very cool, the physiological reaction is so intuitive that people cannot be deceived. But the moment he opened his mouth, Chu Ci suddenly felt a strange sense of confusion. He looked back at Han Yue. This man propped his elbows on the bed sheet, with deep eyebrows, prominent muscles and bones, and his posture of looking down seemed very oppressive.
"...It's okay," Chu Ci said slowly.
After a while, he closed his eyes again, and said in a low voice, "It's a bit strange..."
Han Yue didn't ask any more questions, just lowered his head and rubbed his neck intimately.
After that day, whenever Chu Ci stayed there with nothing to do, a question often popped up in his mind unconsciously.
Is he straight
In fact, it is too late to ask this question now, not only late but also hypocritical, so whenever this idea pops up, he will consciously kill the question in the cradle
However, human psychology is very subtle, and the more you don't want to think of things, the easier it is to appear in your subconscious. One night, when Chu Ci woke up from a dream and wanted to drink some water, Han Yue beside him asked in a daze, "What's the matter?" Tucked into the quilt, that question suddenly came to mind again.
—Are you straight
He can take it for granted that the answer is yes, but when he thinks about it carefully, there is no argument to prove this. He has never been attracted to any opposite sex. From the beginning of his ignorance in his youth, his only spiritual sustenance is to study; after he was admitted to Beijing to go to university, what he thought about every day was to do experiments and get scholarships, run tutoring all over Beijing, and save a year. Save every penny, and strive to get a stable job as soon as possible, so that the adoptive mother and younger brother can be brought to the big city to enjoy the blessings.
Thinking about it now, at that time, his heart was as calm as water, and his eyes could only see the target, and nothing else could enter the eyes. He doesn't go to clubs, doesn't go to the student union, and feels that his presence in the class is quite weak; he refuses to participate in any group activities, and by the sophomore year, the classmates in the class didn't recognize them all.
The only thing that has anything to do with the so-called homosexuality is the year when I was about to graduate, a boy from the next department ran to the downstairs of the boys' dormitory to light candles and confess to his classmates, and it made the headlines on the front page of the school forum that day. This story was widely circulated, and a buddy asked Chu Ci what he thought. At that time, Chu Ci thought about it, and said honestly: "It's kind of disgusting, I can't imagine it."
The man left wearily after hearing the words, and never came to Chu Ci for dinner again.
It was a pity for Chu Ci, because that boy was one of the few people in college who always came to ask him out and invite him to participate in group activities. Although he was repeatedly rejected, he never gave up. Later, thinking that that person should be an egalitarian, Chu Ci even had the slightest thought of apologizing to him, but then he was robbed of the recruitment in the senior school and the quota for the graduate school, and several major events came together.
I don't have the energy to think about it anymore.
Thinking about it now, all the pale and dull relationships before have left no trace in his soul at all. All the physical and emotional touches in his life came from Han Yue.
All the intimate contact that should only be with the opposite sex, all the complex and unspeakable emotional turmoil in the straight heart come from a man.
Could it be that he was gay in the first place, but he just happened to meet Han Yue to become what he is now
If Han Yue didn't exist, would he still live with men now
Although Chu Ci knew that this kind of falsehood was meaningless and a waste of time, but similar questions popped up from time to time, like pebbles making ripples on the surface of a lake.
He vaguely felt that his self-knowledge, which he had never doubted for many years, was subtly and subversively shaken.
However, he didn't waste too much energy on this issue, because the re-examination for the in-service doctoral anthropology will start soon.
Han Yue was afraid that Chu Ci's insurance research quota would be rejected by someone through the back door again, so he wanted to help him clear up and make connections, but soon found that Chu Ci's own contacts in the industry were enough. His postgraduate supervisor is Daniel, and he still remembers him until now, and recommended him a better doctoral supervisor. After reading Chu Ci's resume and thesis, he was very interested. He has already replied to the email and said that he will further consider his application carefully. I hope it will be on time. Take the retest.
Chu Ci was quite happy, and rarely poured half a glass of red wine before dinner at night.
On the day of the retest, it was cold in spring, and it was cloudy early in the morning, and it started to rain before going out. It is said that the spring rain is as expensive as oil, but the rain in the cold spring is like ice scum. Before going out, Han Yue put a cloak on Chu Ci's body, and wrapped a scarf around his neck twice to make sure that the whole person was tightly wrapped. After ventilating, he said with satisfaction: "It's almost there, after the exam, I'll pick you up and go home for dinner.
Chu Ci pawed with both hands for a long time before he pulled out the lower half of his face from a pile of wool and thick cloth, and said coldly, "You..."
The two looked at each other for a moment, Han Yue went out to drive inexplicably, Chu Ci whispered dissatisfaction behind him: "... Han's second."
Chu Gong rolled into Han's second child's car like a ball, and put on his seat belt with great difficulty. When the heater was turned on, he became dizzy. Fortunately, the road was not congested today, and finally made it to the examination room. Chu Ci let out a sigh of relief and said that he was finally liberated. Unexpectedly, before getting off the car, Han Yue stopped him and combed him nervously. Good collar buttoned up, and then pulled out a pink plush earmuff from the back seat like a conjuring: "It's cold today, you put these on..."
Chu Ci immediately grabbed the car door and rolled out without looking back.
Although there was a bad incident in which the engineer turned into a ball early in the morning, the retest went smoothly overall. What Chu Ci is best at in this life is probably the exam. Once the exam comes, he is as energetic as if he has taken medicine. Until the end, his state of being possessed by the god of the exam has not been completely relieved, and every pore in his body is full of blood. It exudes the high-cold aura that I am a top student.
Before Han Yue came, it was already raining heavily outside. Chu Ci called him, and it was transferred directly to the voicemail, probably for a meeting at the work unit.
Chu Ci wasn't in a hurry either—his personal experience could be as ups and downs as he was, so she wouldn't be too anxious about anything. It was still dark, Chu Ci looked at the time, felt that it was still early, and was a little hungry, so she wanted to find a roadside shop to eat some wontons.
He was wearing a coat, with a scarf around his neck, carrying a computer bag in one hand, and a large black umbrella in the other, and walked slowly along the alley beside the campus. The shops along the street are full of people, and further inside is the high stone wall of the courtyard, which looks dark gray under the soaking of rain, and the corners of the wall are covered with wet green moss; after walking for a few minutes, I saw the alley There is a noodle stall in the corner, and the rain is constantly pouring down from the eaves.
Chu Ci walked forward at a leisurely pace, suddenly only heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and then his hands were empty.
"Hey!"
I saw a man snatch his computer bag, stepping on the water and running across the shoulders, and got into a deeper alley in an instant!
"Grab the bag! Stop for me!"
The bag contained Chu Ci’s ID card, graduation certificate, degree certificate, and a computer with a lot of important information. As soon as Chu Ci dropped the umbrella, he chased after him. When he crossed the corner, he saw the man standing under a tree. When he came over, he immediately turned around and ran deeper.
Chu Ci chased after him without even thinking about it. However, Beijing's alleys were intricate and complex. After chasing for about half a minute, he suddenly found himself standing at the entrance of a narrower, darker dead-end alley.
Surrounded by brick walls, there was silence, only raindrops fell from the top of the wall and hit the half-open garbage bin not far away.
Chu Ci stood still, suddenly a chill came from the bottom of his heart.
He didn't look back, he took half a step back, followed by another half step, looking at the corner of the road to search for stones that could defend himself. However, it was already too late at this time, when he heard footsteps from behind, he turned around abruptly, followed by a chill in his heart and lungs...
——The man who snatched the bag just now stood in front of him, a dagger in his hand was bloody, piercing deeply into his abdomen!
Chu Ci staggered and fell limp, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it, a large gust of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.
The man was panting too, and the rain dripped down his young face. After a long while, he slowly squatted down, stared at Chu Ci in the pool of blood, and said hoarsely, "Don't you ask who I came here to avenge?"
All of this happened so suddenly, Chu Ci fell on the wet ground, his chest heaved violently, his hot, iron-like panting dissipated from his icy lips, and blood mixed with rainwater meandered away along the road.
He stopped panting for a while, and even showed a cold smile.
"… No."
"I killed so many people, and no one had time to ask who I avenged for."
"You... you son of a bitch!"
Extreme excitement and hatred were intertwined, and the blood ignited even more crazy anger like sparks. The man suddenly grabbed the dagger, pointed at Chu Ci's body, and stabbed it down fiercely again!
That's almost silent.
Or there was, and no one could hear the blood splatter.
There was a soft pop, and the man's hands trembled, and he pulled out the knife violently. Chu Ci shuddered violently when he pulled it out with too much force, and the blood almost spattered straight out, splashing on the ground with a splash.
"You... this devil, you..."
Against the background of the ground, the man's eyes were red, his face was distorted, and he once again raised the blade dripping with blood. But Chu Ci just stared at the trembling knife tip with a blank expression, and then closed his eyes.
… If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have saved me last time, you Han’s second child.
He didn't know why this thought came to him at the last moment.
The parents who died young and the family members who died unjustly passed by like a fleeting sight, and finally froze at the door of the operating room that summer, standing in the hospital corridor, looking at his figure with tears in the distance.
The man who used to be irritable, violent, rude and unreasonable, but also gentle, appropriate, patient and careful.
Don't cry this time, he thought.
Goodbye, Han Yue.
"Hey! What are you doing!"
Suddenly footsteps and roars came from the end of the alley, and the chaotic sounds quickly approached, and there was a mass of exclamations and screams. In the chaos, the tip of the knife did not fall for a long time, but fell to the ground with a bang, and then staggered and fled away immediately.
"Don't run!" "Catch him!"
"What's wrong with this man?"
"Ah!" "Call an ambulance, quickly call an ambulance!"
In a trance, her body was very light, and she seemed to be able to float up at any time, but Chu Ci knew that it was because she was lifted from the ground.
Someone was screaming, someone was running, someone seemed to be yelling on the phone. The rainwater hit the head and face, and accelerated the warm blood away from the body, and it flowed along the puddles in all directions.
His lips moved, and someone's ear came to him dimly, but he didn't know if he made a sound.
Immediately, his consciousness gradually dimmed, and he fell into the boundless darkness.
Seven days later, the hospital.
When Chu Ci woke up again, it seemed as if she slowly floated up from the deep sea, her consciousness gradually recovered, but she didn't even have the strength to open her eyelids.
The half-dream and half-awake state lasted for a few minutes or hours, and he finally opened his eyes slightly, and cast his distracted gaze towards the void.
All around was white. The bedding, walls, and ceiling are all white, and the air smells of hospital-specific disinfectant. He was in a trance for a long time, and finally realized that he was not dead.
He was brought back to life.
Chu Ci turned her head slightly, it was such a simple movement, but it took almost all the strength in her body to do it.
There was a large armchair beside the hospital bed. Han Yue just leaned on it with his clothes on, closed his eyes and fell asleep, snoring lightly with his breathing. His hard-lined side face is so haggard, his chin is full of stubble, and his eyes are obviously black and blue.
Chu Ci just stared at him motionlessly, sizing him up carefully, as if he had never seen this man before.
Han Yue's facial features are very three-dimensional and profound, his eye sockets are slightly sunken, his nose bridge is straight, and his complexion bears the marks left by the wind and sun all year round in Qinghai; his hair is very hard, and he hasn't washed it for a few days. Standing up obediently, it looks even more unruly.
With such a tall and strong figure curled up in a chair, it should not be a comfortable position, but he fell asleep with his head tilted like this, with a strong neck exposed under his collar, his elbows resting on the armrest, and his broad shoulder muscles Very obvious.
... In fact, he is very handsome, so he should be quite attractive to the opposite sex, Chu Ci thought.
If he hadn't met me, what kind of life would he be living now
Chu Ci let out a soft breath without making a sound, wanting to let Han Yue sleep for a while longer. However, in the next second, Han Yue on the chair suddenly trembled, woke up suddenly, and lost his voice: "Chu Yiyi"
The four eyes met suddenly, Han Yue gasped for breath, and there was still panic like a trapped animal in his eyes.
On the hospital bed, Chu Ci slowly revealed a smile. Although he was too tired to even curl the corners of his mouth, that pale smile clearly appeared in his bright eyes.
"..." Han Yue stared at him, and finally stretched out his hand after a while.
Chu Ci's hand resting on the edge of the bed couldn't be lifted, and he just managed to turn over his palm, and then Han Yue interlocked his fingers and held him tightly.
"I... had a dream just now, dreaming that you walked away..."
There was silence in the ward, only Han Yue's hoarse voice seeped out like breaking ice, and dissipated in the air tremblingly.
Chu Ci held his hand tightly, smiled wearily and shook her head, which meant that I didn't leave.
Han Yue's trembling frequency finally calmed down gradually, and he got up and sat down on the side of the hospital bed with his palms together, and buried his head deeply into Chu Ci's neck. His fiery breath dyed the cold skin with warmth, and the heartbeats gradually fused together through each other's chests.
After a long, long time like this, Han Yue finally asked the second sentence in a low and hoarse voice:
"Who did it?"
Chu Ci didn't answer at first, and it took a long while before he opened his mouth:
"… No… "
Han Yue put his ear to his mouth. Chu Ci hadn't spoken for several days, his voice was very vague and difficult to distinguish, and it was only by concentrating his ears that he could hear what he said slowly: "... I didn't see it, it was... the bag snatcher..."
grab bag.
Han Yue got up abruptly, without even giving him a chance to speak, stood at the side of the hospital bed condescendingly and said, "One by one, do you think I won't check it myself?"
Chu Ci's expression was a little hasty, as if he wanted to say something, but Han Yue immediately made a silent gesture to him.
That movement was simple and powerful, and Han Yue put his index finger on his lips and kissed, then pressed on Chu Ci's cold lips, turned around and strode out of the ward.
Chu Ci was stabbed twice in the abdomen, but luckily the first one was very shallow, and the second one was deep but avoided important internal organs. The doctor said that if the first incision was made deeper by an inch, or the second incision was shifted by an inch, the result may be very different now.
Another crucial point is the timely rescue. Those who came to rescue him were from the noodle shop. They rushed out to help catch the thief when they heard the bag was being snatched, but they saved his life.
I'm afraid even the murderer himself didn't expect that someone would catch up, and fled in a panic, which saved Chu Ci's life. Afterwards, Han Yue came to thank the noodle restaurant owner's family with a generous gift, and asked them to help find the diners who chased the murderer that day. However, except for a few regular customers whom the owner knew, the other customers were nowhere to be found.
The owner of the noodle shop was very excited when he heard that the man had been rescued, and he refused at first and didn't want to thank the gift, but Han Yue couldn't hold back and came to the door to beg again and again, and finally accepted it very embarrassed. Later, the boss brought his homemade zongzi and baked scallion pancakes to the hospital to visit Chu Ci. Han Yue thought he would not like to eat these things, but Chu Ci opened the zongzi and ate half of it, and seemed a little happy.
During Chu Ci's hospitalization, Han Yue never mentioned the murderer again. He came to the hospital to accompany Chu Ci almost every day after get off work, reading to Chu Ci, feeding him, and even scrubbing his body without any taboo. Once when Han Yue helped him wash and dry his hair, Chu Ci was sitting by the hospital bed, looking at a branch of peach blossom growing in a water bottle by the window sill of the ward, and suddenly thought thoughtfully: "Have you ever seen me in the most embarrassing state?" gone?"
Han Yue held up the hair dryer, combed his hair with his fingers in the warm wind, and said, "Haven't you seen me in the most embarrassing state?"
"Where do you have it?"
Han Yue smiled and said nothing.
His most embarrassed and embarrassing appearance, the most humble and crazy appearance, kneeling on the ground like a beggar begging for any little love, and like a devil wishing to use his sharp claws to tear him apart and swallow him in pieces.
Chu Ci has also seen it.
The day he was discharged from the hospital was very warm, so Han Yue left work early on purpose and came to help Chu Ci with the discharge procedures. In fact, Chu Ci has been well-raised, and his complexion and spirit are still good, so he wanted to do it by himself, but Han Yue forcibly pushed him back.
"How much?"
Chu Ci wanted to see the expense bill, but Han Yue raised his hand, held the bill high above his head, and said, "Don't make trouble, I will kiss you again."
"Tell me how much it is."
"Not much money."
"How much?"
Han Yue became impatient: "Are you planning to make AA with me? Then from now on, you will have to wash the dishes three times a week, and you will help me chop onions, ginger and garlic when I cook..."
Chu Ci immediately fell silent.
"I have to go to work to earn some money, or start writing two books." After a while, he thought about it, "It's not the way to sit and eat like this."
Han Yue immediately asked sensitively: "Do you mean that you think I'm useless?"
Han Yue drove the car himself, but he didn't go home after getting in the car. Chu Ci saw that the way was wrong, and was about to ask where he was going, Han Yue took the initiative to answer: "I won't be going home to cook tonight, and I happen to entertain a few acquaintances, let's invite them to dinner together."
These words were very strange, Chu Ci frowned, only to see Han Yue slightly turned his head and smiled at him.
During the rush hour in the evening, the street was very congested, but Han Yue didn't look in a hurry. In the traffic flow, the two stopped and went, and it was getting dark before arriving at the destination, but they saw that it was Jing