At the next stop, Ding Baiqing rented an RV and invited Cen Jin to travel by car. He used the rest time to write a report, sorted out the case of the ghost train and sent it to the head office to apply for the Vatican Holy See exorcism.
Cen Jin complained: "The exorcism procedure for this group of white people is complicated and cumbersome. When the procedure is over, I don't know how many people have died."
They are not Europeans, nor are they in charge of dealing with this weird thing in Europe. If you want to ask the Holy See to exorcise you have to go through the procedure, first submit the evidence to the head office, and then the head office will send someone to verify, and then tell the strange things in Europe The person in charge will submit all the evidence of ghosts, ghosts, weirdness, etc. and the proof that the local priest has ensured that it is true to the Vatican, and then a professional exorcist priest will be sent to solve the incident.
Ding Baiqing: "The longer the history and the more powerful the institution, the more strict the hierarchy, the more orderly, the better, the more bloated, pedantic and old-fashioned, but the Holy See itself is intertwined, and the accumulated capital is particularly strong. It is not easy to remove, reform or shake one of the main forces that established the headquarters."
Cen Jin: "I just complained twice, I didn't want to criticize the Holy See." He shrugged and said: "When I have enough qualifications, I estimate that I will be transferred back to China to be in charge of the Asian region, and the chances of setting foot in Europe may be reduced. Then again, what do you think? Does God really exist in the world?"
He grabbed a package of potato chips to eat, and handed it to Ding Baiqing, who was rejected because Ding Baiqing thought his hands were dirty.
Cen Jin said he was hypocritical.
Ding Yiqing didn't care about this evaluation: "If there is no god, how can your and my transcendental skills be activated?"
Cen Jin: "That is the god of death, I mean the living god."
Ding Baiqing: "The ghost ship can control the universe and make the time and space interlace, doesn't it look like the handwriting of God?"
Cen Jin: "We passed by the gods?" He laughed and found it funny: "It's a pity that we couldn't talk face to face."
Ding Baiqing: "If you see it with your own eyes, you might have died a long time ago."
After a while of silence, he said: "There is a little bit of wind from the head office, saying that traces of dragons have been found in the island country."
Cen Jin: "Western Dragon or Eastern Dragon?"
Ding Baiqing: "Western dragons are shaped like sea beasts." Shaking his head, he said, "It is also possible to speculate wrongly. Dragons have always existed in various literatures, but there are such creatures in both the East and West, even the specific image. It can be described that in the analysis and inference of the secret archives of the headquarters, the probability of real existence exceeds 70%."
Cen Jin kak k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k k, nibbling potato chips, crumpled the bag into a garbage bag, took out a package of prunes, potato chips, fried chicken wings and coke out, using disposable gloves to tear the chicken wings into strips, put the burnt The crispy skin and tender meat were neatly arranged, and he put the disposable chopsticks in front of him and said, "I don't need to feed it."
Ding Yiqing laughed, found a place to park the car, and accepted Cen Jin's kindness.
"In my lifetime, I want to see dragons!"
Cen raised his emotions today.
The yellow hair onlookers thought to themselves, you will see it in your lifetime.
They stopped on the endless field. The road was like a silver belt thrown on the ground, winding into the distance where there was no end in sight. In the distance, there was a lush tree with only a few white clouds above and a blue sky. A round of the sun hangs, and the halo is so dazzling that people dare not look directly.
A sheep appeared from the big tree and walked over leisurely. When passing by the RV, it bit the tender grass next to the tires, and left after a long while.
Cen Jin was lying on the car window looking at the sheep's butt, squinting, very comfortable.
"Where's the next stop?"
Ding Baiqing was drinking mineral water, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and there was a red mole on his fair chin, like rouge on a makeup pen.
"A town that is rich in wine, just in time for their annual wine carnival," he said as he twisted the bottle cap.
Cen Jin whistled and teased: "You have experience, brother."
Ding Baiqing suddenly raised his eyes and looked over, his pupils were dark, like black pearls, like a cold pool covered with a layer of glittering sunlight, beautiful and dangerous, like choosing someone to devour, making Cen Jin, who was full of laughter, suddenly feel uncomfortable.
He raised his hands and said, "Just kidding, you are older than me, I respect you."
Ding Baiqing approached suddenly, so close that it could touch Cen Jin's face, pupils facing pupils, eyes staggered, in the narrow cab, the heat was rising, the atmosphere was stalemate, and it seemed that he could smell the sudden burst of hormones.
Cen Jin was dizzy, and the smell lingering in his nose was the perfume smell coming from Ding Baiqing's body. Ding Baiqing, who is obsessed with clean hair, must spray perfume when she goes out, everyone knows it.
It is cold and clear, reminiscent of a pinch of white snow on the top of the tree, and the air of the forest after the snow.
He wanted to not ask Ding Baiqing where he bought the perfume, but keenly found a small pale spot on the crease of Ding Baiqing's eyelid, a small mole that could not be seen unless he looked closely.
From this moment on, like sparks dripping into the grass garden, it burst into flames, and the line of sight spread out, and found that Ding Baiqing's skin was pale and his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and blue blood vessels could vaguely be seen in his neck. I don't know why, blue blood vessels. Spreading it on the snow-white and smooth skin, it is inexplicably more emotional.
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The color of the lips is very light, probably because the skin is so white that there is no blood color, which makes the lips look less bloody and white. In the range of normal people, the lip shape is good-looking and suitable for kissing.
… kissing
Cen Jin secretly scolded himself for what he was thinking, and then heard Ding Yiqing ask, "Is it good-looking?"
Cen didn't return today.
Ding Baiqing asked again, "Am I good-looking?"
Cen Jin: "It's okay."
Ding Baiqing's tail finger hooked on Cen Jin's tail finger, and flirted with it, "Would you like to kiss?"
Cen Jin swallowed his saliva: "Let's think about it, it seems that I'm not so straight. Let's say I don't want to, but I also think a little bit."
The smile in Ding Baiqing's eyes swayed: "Why are you so honest?"
Cen Jin sighed, and hooked Ding Baiqing's palm with his little finger against the customer: "The main reason is that I don't have the heart to lie to you."
Hiss - Huang Mao gasped, he's so showy!
Ding Yiqing looked into Cen Jin's eyes and turned his face slightly to the side. Cen Jin subconsciously ducked back, and the coherent movements seemed to be one person could not help but the other avoided.
Huang Mao hates that iron is not steel, he is the one who wants to show off, and he is also the one who is cowardly! loser!
Ding Taiqing drew back his hand unexpectedly, pinched Cen Jin's face, and fiddled with his yellow hair: "Call brother a few more times in the future." Then he naturally returned to his seat.
Cen Jin blinked: "Is there any benefit?"
Ding Yiqing smiled half-smilingly: "Maybe."
Cen Jin sat up straight, lay down on Ding Baiqing's arm as if he was boneless for a while, and called out to his brother. There is no charming atmosphere, but it is very bad.
Ding Yiqing was calm and continued to drive, and when Cen Jin was having fun, he suddenly said lightly, "I'll really kiss you again, Cen Jin."
Cen Jin was startled, looked at Ding Baiqing's expression, focused on looking at the car, his expression was calm, and there was no excess emotion to show.
As soon as he was honest, he heard Ding Baiqing's indiscernible sigh, and Cen Jin cast an inconceivable look, is he a pity? Is he for real? !
Ding Baiqing was silent again, and his expression was indifferent, which made Cen Jin wonder if he had heard it wrong.
When he found the hotel parking lot in the town to park, when Cen Jin opened the car door and jumped out, he heard Ding Yiqing say from the back: "I'm serious." This proves that his heart is not without waves.
Cen Jin stood outside the hotel, looking up at the sky, his expression blank.
A young man from the town walked by, looked at him twice, turned around and waved his hand in front of him. Seeing that he didn't respond, he reached into his pocket. As soon as he squeezed his wallet, he was warned: "Break your hands and your feet, Folded into a ball and kicked into a police station, believe it or not?"
The young man stiffened, looked at Cen Jin, just met the eyes that were turned around, and was shocked, and immediately became angry: "Fuck! What kind of fish are you not blind? Waste of time!"
Cursing and walking to the intersection, he was chased by a group of creditors who demanded to pay back the money and ran to another street.
Gee. Cen Jin leaned against the pillar with his arms folded, Ding Yiqing finished the check-in procedure and called him in.
Cen Jin ripped off his hair, feeling restless, followed behind Ding Baiqing, thinking that he would jump up whenever there was a disturbance, but he did not wait for the other party's statement until Ding Baiqing closed the door.
"..." Cen Jin entered his room and muttered to himself, "It's good not to express my position, I'm really joking. How can anyone say it in advance when they are going to kiss someone else? Saying it and not doing it? Ding Yiqing deliberately scare me."
He rubbed his chin and began to think: "I'm showing stage fright."
Huang Mao propped his cheeks and looked at him indifferently in the past time and space, preparing to return to Ding Baiqing just tonight, thinking that he was really young and didn't understand routines in the past.
If it was to be replaced by the current him, he would have already started. How could there be such a waste of money to open two rooms.
Simply put away your luggage, take a bath to relax, and take a nap after you have eaten your meal. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is not so strong, and the town begins to carnival. All have been hung up, and the honor guard started from the central square and walked around the town. People who saw the honor guard kept up with the team.
The local townspeople and tourists who came to hear the wind all followed. The streets and alleys turned on their horns, and people who followed the line had a glass of wine or a bottle of wine in their hands. New tourists would also be stuffed with a glass if they didn’t have any wine in their hands. Anyone who saw him Empty cups in hand will be added one-third.
The drums of the honor guard and the continuous sound of car horns played a festive atmosphere. The hotel owner was at the door early with a bottle of wine. Seeing that Cen Jin and Ding Baiqing were empty-handed, he quickly filled them two empty glasses, filled them with wine, and greeted them warmly. Play.
The two were swarmed into the crowd, and then dispersed by the crowd. They split into two paths. They met back-to-back in the central square where everyone was celebrating singing, dancing and drinking. They turned around in amazement and vigilance, and found that they were each other and relaxed. What comes is the joy of looking back and finding each other.
Maybe it’s the festive atmosphere, maybe it’s because of the drunkenness, and the emotions are easily stirred up, or maybe it’s the hazy moonlight, the lights are just on, the bonfire jumps and flowers sing and dance.
His clothes were stained with alcohol, and his hair had misty water droplets. It was wine spilled from the air. There were stars in his eyes, and his cheeks were red from drunkenness. Cen Jin was more obvious, but Ding Baiqing was only a thin layer of red.
Cen Jin is addicted to alcohol, doesn't know how to control it, and is so drunk From time to time, his lips touched Ding Baiqing's ears, like a drunk.
Ding Baiqing held his waist and drank a little too much. He had a little hobby of literary youth, so he couldn't resist this scene, and supported Cen Jin to sway in the music.
There was the light of a bonfire beside it, flowers and ribbons, brightly-colored wine flowing out, water sprinkled in the fountain, the lights twinkled, the crowd crowded in the square, dancing and rejoicing, and no one noticed that there were two of them. A slow dance of two men hugging intimately.
Cen Jin can't dance, has no sense of music, and is very drunk. From time to time, he slips down from Ding Baiqing's arms. Ding Baiqing thinks about it, then lifts him up, puts his feet on his instep, and leads him around slowly. Circling, until I felt tired, in the middle of the month, the crowd dispersed, and the revelers were drunk, and then dragged the drunk Cen Jin back to the hotel.
In the middle of the journey, Cen Jin fell into the wine pool, his stomach swelled, he was taken back to the hotel to undress for a bath, struggled to run to the bathroom, took off his belt, his pants fell off, his t-shirt drooped, and then hugged his stomach. Drain the water.
Lifting up his T-shirt, Cen Jin stared at his bulging belly, his eyes slowly turned red, he looked around looking for something, and finally found Ding Baiqing who was following the sound from the door, his lips twitched a few times, he gasped lightly, but stopped talking—
Huang Mao grabbed his heart and had an ominous premonition.
"I have, two months."
Yellow hair flips the table: Neuropathy!