"Check the room."
Bo Ye heard the clear and clear young voice behind his ears saying so.
He immediately realized what was happening, wiped the water from his face, smiled lazily, pulled the arm, and dragged the person to the side of the barrel involuntarily. The first thing to look at is a slender waist, wrapped in a decent lotus root pink cheongsam. Sweeping down the line of sight, you will be attracted by something immediately, and it is difficult to move away—the cheongsam has a bold design, the side slit is very high, and the two pieces of fabric are separated at the intersection point.
Under the light, there is an irresistible view.
"Excuse me, is there anything I need to cooperate?" Bo Ye slid his fingertips, his tone was not serious, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were seldom open and wanton, full of flair, "Also, I don't think this room There is something dangerous in it."
The man withdrew his hand from Bo Ye, pressed his cold fingertips against his forehead, and said calmly, "You."
Bo Ye admired it for a while, then looked away from the fork, raised his eyes lazily, and asked, "What?"
In the dim light, only the outline of the man's beautiful face can be seen through the mist.
"You." The man repeated, and tapped his fingertips a little harder, "It's dangerous."
Bo Ye's eyes suddenly became deep, and he grabbed the hand and dragged him into the bucket.
"thump-"
With a loud noise, Tang Zhi woke up from his dream. With his eyes open, he looked at the ceiling in a daze in the darkness.
The image from the dream still remains in my mind. Bo Ye's smooth and translucent texture in the mist, the warmth of his palms, the sound of water plucking, and that familiar lotus root pink cheongsam... In the end, everything ended in the sound of falling into the water suddenly.
Tang Zhi's little face suddenly turned red, twisted his two long legs under the quilt, covered his face in collapse and turned to the side, feeling that he was too shameless to actually have that kind of sex|dream...
The moment he turned over, he was obviously taken aback. He touched the bed beside him in disbelief, propped himself up slightly, and said in a low voice, "Bo Ye?"
The lover who was supposed to sleep on the outside was gone, and the bed was half empty. There is no residual temperature when you touch it, so it can be seen that it has not been a while since you left.
Tang Zhi immediately opened the curtain and got out of bed. After getting off the ground, he walked out of the room without any shoes on. At this moment, his mind was in a mess, his heart was beating violently, and he had a premonition that something was going to happen.
Both the middle-aged man and the girl named Xiaoqiu had gone out late at night. Bo Ye has disappeared now, he must be outside, Tang Zhi couldn't figure out how he could...
Tang Zhi clenched his lower lip unconsciously, remembering the sound of water in his dream, and realized that the sound came from the cloth boiling vat in the yard. Something must have fallen in, and the movement will be reflected in the dream.
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace. He vigorously pushed open the door of the guest room, jumped over the guardrail beside the corridor, and ran towards the northwest corner of the foggy courtyard.
"Candi?" With such a commotion, it would be strange if the roommate didn't wake up. Gu Meng tilted her head for no apparent reason, her eyes followed Tang Zhi's figure in the darkness, her mind was still hazy and not very clear.
It wasn't until Tang Zhi rushed out of the room that Gu Meng realized the seriousness of the matter, sat up suddenly and called out: "Candi!"
At the same time, he pushed open the paper window beside him, and saw Tang Zhi walking towards the big vat of boiling water without looking back.
"Damn it..." Gu Meng's first reaction was that the child was also bewitched and was about to seek death. He got up with a grunt, and jumped out of the guest room from the open window before he had time to walk through the main door.
"Candi, where are you going? Come back quickly!" Gu Meng was startled and frightened, fearing that something would happen to her companion, her tone unconsciously became severe. After he chased him out, through the hazy fog, he saw Tang Zhi wearing thin white clothes, standing motionless in front of the big water tank making a "gurgling" sound. When the late autumn wind blows, the clothes flutter against his thin back, making Tang Zhi look pitiful all alone.
After Gu Meng chased after him, she followed Tang Zhi's line of sight to look at the cloth cooking vat. The steaming hot air was carried by the torrent of air and drifted aside, exposing the boiling water in the jar. Among the tumbling clusters of water bubbles, the dark taupe at the bottom of the tank can be seen.
There was no expression on Tang Zhi's delicate face, he turned a blind eye to Gu Meng, as if immersed in another world.
Gu Meng turned him around, feeling a little anxious, and said in a deep voice: "Tang Zhi, you look at me, what's wrong?"
Tang Zhi looked away from the water tank dumbly, looked at Gu Meng, and said in an unusually cold voice, "It's gone."
"Missing?" Gu Meng frowned, puzzled, "What's missing?"
Without saying a word, Tang Zhi waved his hand away and ran in another direction, not knowing where he was going. Maybe he didn't even know where he was going.
Gu Meng's mind suddenly turned around, the only one who could arouse Tang Zhi's reaction was Bo Ye.
Just as he was about to catch up, he was pulled from behind.
As a result, Gu Meng turned her head and saw En Jin's cold and beautiful face, with a clear aura of getting up. It was too late to explain, so he just pulled Enjin's hand away, and said quickly: "Bo Ye is gone, hurry up and look for other places in the house."
The house is very dark, only the white paper lanterns hanging in the corridor outside give off a little light, and the room is so dark that you can't stretch your fingers.
After Tang Zhi walked through the central hall, he saw a star-like light in a certain room on the side of the backyard, illuminating the paper on the wooden panes red and translucent. Although the light was dim, it caught Tang Zhi's sight tightly in the dark night.
Without even thinking about it, Tang Zhi rushed over and pushed open the door.
The light came from behind a screen embroidered with landscape paintings in the room, and at the same time reflected a figure. The black shadow climbed up the beams and filled half the room.
Seeing the shadow, Tang Zhi heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly regained his energy. He walked forward, unconsciously said angrily: "Bo Ye, why did you run out without saying hello, don't you know how dangerous it is at night?"
While walking towards the screen, Tang Zhi looked around. Most of the room was engulfed in darkness, but he could still see that this was Miss Ding's boudoir.
"Bo Ye?" Tang Zhi continued walking forward without hearing the reply from the other side of the screen.
When he walked around the screen, he saw a tall man sitting on a chair against the wall, with an unfinished landscape embroidery stretched on the shelf in front of him.
Bo Ye lowered his head, his face was pale, but his expression was very calm and indifferent, as if he didn't notice Tang Zhi entered the room, or he didn't care that someone entered the room at all. He held a shiny silver embroidery needle in his right hand. Even from a distance, Tang Zhi could see some kind of viscous liquid hanging from the slender needle, and a thin dark red thread was tied to the end of the needle eye.
Bo Ye's right hand was raised and lowered, lowered and raised again, as if he was embroidering something. Tang Zhi only felt that his voice was stuck in his throat, and for some reason he couldn't move forward standing beside the screen.
"Bo Ye..." He frowned delicately, his heart was suffocated, he rarely showed such a sad expression, and he whispered uncertainly.
As if finally hearing Qinglie's voice, Bo Ye slightly raised his eyes to look at Tang Zhi, and quickly lowered his eyes again.
The hand holding on to the embroidery needle then fell. Bo Ye's left hand rested on the taut and straight landscape embroidery, and the needle tip pierced into the flesh on the side of the index finger, passing through the embroidery below with a thin thread, and then threaded it on below. It should have encountered a blockage, and the right hand was used a little, and the needle tip pierced the flesh and pierced it back. The snow-white silk thread was dyed the dark red of blood inch by inch as it slid.
A pair of hands that were slender and more beautiful than ordinary people were dripping with blood at the moment, and the fingers and the back of the hands were covered with interlaced lines. Those sections of silk thread were sewn into the flesh, firmly nailing the whole hand to the embroidery below.
"I'm sorry, I can't finish the embroidery, so I lost." Bo Ye said in a very calm tone. The right hand holding the embroidery needle continued to sew to his left hand. The rhythm was dexterous, but the stitches were messy. It seemed that he didn't often use the needle and thread. people.
Hearing Bo Ye's voice, Tang Zhi immediately returned to his senses, blinked away the tears in his eyes, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold his right hand. At the same time, he lifted the scissors beside him. But when faced with the left hand that was densely stitched with threads, he couldn't know what to do. He didn't know which threads to cut to save Bo Ye's hand.
"Bo Ye, don't move!" Tang Zhi faced the bloody hand, frowned, and bit his lower lip until blood dripped.
"It's useless." As if seeing through Tang Zhi's intentions, Bo Ye smiled lightly, with a calm tone in his tone, "It's my turn."
"It's nothing." Tang Zhi let go of his hand, squatted down, and carefully cut off the thin thread connected to the embroidery on the edge of his left hand with scissors, his voice trembling, "Don't move around, it will be fine soon... I will take you later Go back to the room and sleep, don't run around anymore, don't go anywhere... "
Bo Ye lowered his eyes, looked at Tang Zhi with a smile, and stopped his hands seriously, letting Tang Zhi busy with his left hand.
So when Gu Meng and En Jin broke in, they saw such a horrifying scene. Blood from the embroidery soaked half of the cloth.
"Damn!" Gu Meng was a little irritable, she stepped forward and said, "Bo Ye, why are you so crazy in the middle of the night?! Which pervert can sew hands!"
Bo Ye looked at Gu Meng, didn't listen to what he was saying at all, just shook his head lightly, and said to himself: "Tomorrow she will take me away..."
Tang Zhi's eyes flashed, and there was a sound of "puchi". Gu Meng and Enjin looked and saw the scissors inserted vertically into the taut silk between the wooden frames.
"Give him back to me." Tang Zhi's eyes were cold, he stood up slowly, looked down at Bo Ye who was sitting on the chair, and said in a cold voice, "I said, give me back Bo Ye, he's not anywhere will go."
Bo Ye raised his eyebrows in surprise, a slight smile appeared on his pale face, his tone changed, and he said, "It's useless, he hasn't finished the embroidery, he belongs to me now."
Tang Zhi's eyes were full of terror, and he said, "Bo Ye doesn't belong to you."
"Bo Ye is mine."