Meng Zhoushan was sleeping soundly, and seemed not to be affected by the cool and wet touch of his lips. He lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with his breathing, and he was slightly drunk.
At first, Sui Yuesheng just lightly touched Meng Zhoushan's lips without any movement.
But in the dead of night, any emotion will be infinitely magnified, like wild weeds growing wildly, ready to move. At that moment, the greed in my heart suddenly became even stronger.
"uncle… "
Sui Yuesheng moved his lips silently, and only he could hear the sound. The name seemed to have a different meaning to him, and he kept murmuring it over and over again, morbidly and obsessively.
The sun sets and everything is shrouded in darkness.
The disguise of the day was torn off, replaced by the desire and darkness hidden in the eyes. The feeling of lips touching each other was as tempting and fatal as poppy, but it made people willing to sink into it.
Sui Yuesheng couldn't help it, and carefully pried open Meng Zhoushan's lips and tongue, inserted the tip of his tongue, and then gave him a kiss tinged with wine.
He was afraid of waking the man, so he only tasted it briefly and left Meng Zhoushan's lips after a while. Although he was unwilling, the surging desire was finally extinguished.
Just then, Meng Zhoushan suddenly turned over. He covered his eyelids with his back, muttered a few inaudible drunken words, and continued to sleep.
Sui Yuesheng paused when he saw this, thinking that Meng Zhoushan had woken up. But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, and he realized that the other party was just dreaming and had turned over.
"… "
Sui Yuesheng did nothing else. He pushed the wheelchair and took a pile of quilts from the bed, then put them on Meng Zhoushan. After making sure that he would not catch a cold, he quietly cleaned up the remaining dishes on the table, cleaned up everything, and went back to his room to sleep.
Sui Yuesheng had always been a light sleeper. The next morning, he heard some rustling noises coming from the living room, sat up from the bed, put on his clothes, and pushed his wheelchair out.
Meng Zhoushan just walked out of the bathroom. He had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still dripping with water. He wiped his hair with a towel and saw Sui Yuesheng coming out of the room from the corner of his eye. He paused slightly and said, "Did I wake you up?"
Sui Yuesheng shook his head. He was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, which made his skin look even whiter, but there was still a lingering gloom in his body.
The two pieces of clothing were bought for him by Meng Zhoushan, one black and one white.
Meng Zhoushan said: "The new clothes look good. Try white ones next time."
Sui Yuesheng looked down at her clothes: "But white gets dirty easily."
Meng Zhoushan rubbed his head gently as usual, then sat down at the desk and started working: "What are you afraid of? I don't want you to go out to dig coal. The porridge is ready, go wash your face and eat."
Sui Yue looked towards the kitchen and saw that the porridge was already cooked: "Uncle, did you wake up early?"
Meng Zhoushan pushed his slightly damp hair back, closed his eyes, pinched his nose tiredly, and put his glasses back on: "I just woke up not long ago. I should have listened to you yesterday and shouldn't have drunk so much."
Sui Yuesheng poured him a cup of hot water, gently placed it on the edge of the table, and pushed the wheelchair into the bathroom.
Meng Zhoushan touched the wall of the cup and found it was a little hot, so he put it aside for the time being. He turned on his computer and was about to start working when the computer next to him suddenly vibrated for a moment. He turned it on and saw that it was a video call from Meng Qinglan.
Meng Zhoushan originally wanted to find a pair of headphones to wear, but after searching for a long time he couldn't find any, so he just clicked to answer the call: "Sister, what's wrong?"
Meng Qinglan is a career-oriented woman. Today is the weekend, so she just happened to be resting. She didn't put on any makeup, and her face was bare, with obvious dark circles under her eyes. "Did Yan Yuezhao drink yesterday?"
Meng Zhoushan did not lie. Hearing this, he hummed, "How do you know?"
Meng Qinglan frowned: "He was drunk yesterday and kept calling me, saying a lot of nonsense, and there has been no news since then. Doesn't he live next door to you? Go and see if he's dead."
Meng Zhoushan was helpless about the way they got along: "He must have drunk too much. I'll go check on him later."
He was about to hang up when the screen suddenly zoomed in on a chubby face, followed by Yan Xiangming's clamorous voice: "Uncle, uncle! Have my tablet and toy gun arrived?"
There were two express boxes piled under Meng Zhoushan's desk. He glanced at them and said to Yan Xiangming with a smile, "They arrived a long time ago. Ask your dad to give them to you next time when he's free."
Before Yan Xiangming could cheer, Meng Qinglan carried him down: "How old are you? Why did you buy so many toys? You've learned to be smart and asked your uncle to buy them for you."
After that, he said to Meng Zhoushan, "Don't buy him anything next time. Give him whatever he wants. What if he gets spoiled?"
Meng Zhoushan sat on a chair with his legs crossed. He smiled but said nothing when he heard this.
Yan Xiangming climbed onto Meng Qinglan's lap again and sat down, his temper still noisy: "No, I want my uncle to buy it for me. If my uncle gets married in the future, he will love his wife the most and he won't buy anything for me."
Meng Zhoushan was stunned when he heard this.
On the other side of the video, Meng Qinglan coaxed Yan Xiangming away with all her might. Suddenly, she remembered that her brother was still single, so she couldn't help but ask, "Are you not planning to get married? You haven't met someone you like in all these years?"
Meng Zhoushan didn't say anything. He lowered his head and slowly adjusted his glasses. His eyes were hidden behind the lenses, and it was unknown what he was thinking: "… I'm busy with work, let's talk later."
Meng Qinglan has lived abroad for many years and has an open mind: "Ok, remember to take care of yourself. You are not young anymore, you should find a partner..."
Before she finished her words, she heard a sound of bottles and cans falling from the bathroom. Meng Zhoushan's face changed slightly, and he said to Meng Qinglan that he would talk to her next time. Then he hung up the phone in a hurry, got up from his chair and rushed into the bathroom, only to see Sui Yuesheng accidentally fall off the wheelchair.
Meng Zhoushan was worried that he was injured, so he quickly went forward to help him up from the ground: "Are you okay?"
Sui Yuesheng saw that it was Meng Zhoushan and shook his head. However, there was a bloody scratch on his back caused by the edge of the tile, which looked extremely glaring.
Seeing this, Meng Zhoushan didn't care about the wheelchair and directly carried Sui Yuesheng out of the bathroom and put her on the sofa: "Wait a moment, I'll find the medicine box."
Meng Zhoushan rarely used the medicine box, and he didn't remember where he put it, so he just looked through the drawers one by one. Sui Yuesheng sat on the sofa, quietly watching his busy back, silently clenching the wound on his back, and finally said: "Uncle, the medicine box is in the bottom drawer on the right..."
Meng Zhoushan opened the bottom drawer upon hearing this, and as expected, he saw the medicine box inside. His busy movements finally stopped for a moment, and he walked to the sofa with the medicine box, leaned over and squatted in front of Sui Yuesheng to treat his injuries.
Meng Zhoushan saw Sui Yuesheng's injury and frowned: "Why did you fall down?"
Sui Yuesheng lowered her eyes and looked at him: "I saw the shampoo bottle on the shelf fell over, and I wanted to reach out to help it, but I accidentally fell down."
Meng Zhoushan originally wanted to bandage his wound with a Band-Aid, but found it was too small, so he just changed it to gauze: "Next time you encounter this kind of thing, call me, don't do it alone, understand?"
Sui Yuesheng did not answer, but asked an unrelated question out of the blue: "Uncle, are you getting married?"
There was silence in the air for a moment.
Meng Zhoushan looked at him upon hearing that, only to see Sui Yuesheng staring at him. He then realized that the other party might have heard Yan Xiangming's noisy voice.
"Who said I was getting married?"
Meng Zhoushan wrapped the gauze and tapped his head: "You ask nonsense questions every day."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that Sui Yuesheng's back injury had not healed yet, so he asked, "Does your back hurt?"
Sui Yuesheng raised her eyes and looked at him: "Uncle, are you really not going to get married?"
Meng Zhoushan sighed, and suddenly found that the rabbit-like boy was also a little stubborn: "I asked you if your back hurts? Answer me first."
Sui Yue was silent for a moment, then hummed softly: "It hurts..."
Meng Zhoushan didn't expect that he was really in pain, his face changed slightly, and he quickly stood up and lifted up Sui Yuesheng's clothes on his back: "Let me see if it's broken."
Sui Yuesheng didn't say anything, and obediently leaned into the man's arms, allowing him to check the wound on her back. Her fingertips gently hooked the hem of Meng Zhoushan's clothes on his waist, making it look like she was hugging him.
"bleeding."
Meng Zhoushan saw a thin red ooze from the gauze covering the wound, and was a little worried that the wound would break: "I'll take you to the hospital."
Sui Yuesheng didn't move, and buried her face in his shoulder. She didn't seem to want to go to the hospital. "It's okay, just change the gauze."
The skin on his back was white and delicate, like a piece of fine jade. However, because he was too thin, his shoulder blades were slightly protruding, making him look like two butterfly wings, with a fragile and broken beauty.
Like his legs, he also had many old injuries.
Meng Zhoushan hesitated for a moment, then gently tore off the gauze. The wound caused by the fierce stab was only an inch long, but it was extremely hideous, and it seemed to be the most serious wound on the boy's body.
The man's fingertips landed on the boy's back and scratched it lightly, causing a slight itch. He said in a low voice: "Do you know that if it was a little more off, it would have pierced your heart."
Sui Yuesheng raised her head from Meng Zhoushan's arms and stared at the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose: "Uncle, if you stab your heart, you will die."
Meng Zhoushan nodded: "Yes."
Sui Yuesheng didn't react: "Oh."
Meng Zhoushan twisted the "medicine" prescribed by the doctor and gently applied it on Sui Yuesheng's back. The boy's body was thin, but the touch of him in his arms was unusually soft. He felt a sudden softening of his heart: "Oh, what? You almost died."
Sui Yuesheng didn't say anything. Maybe it was because Meng Zhoushan was too gentle, but he became a little bolder. He gently put his arms around Meng Zhoushan's waist and whispered, "Uncle..."
Meng Zhoushan concentrated on giving him the medicine: "Hmm?"
Sui Yuesheng: "Please don't get married."
He said, "Uncle, please don't get married, okay?"
Meng Zhoushan paused when he heard this, and looked down at him, but he only saw the boy's dark hair. He asked a little later, "Why?"
Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and they were both startled for a moment. Meng Zhoushan put the gauze on, looked out the door, and frowned slightly: "Who?"
A strong male voice sounded outside the door: "Me!"
It’s Yan Yuezhao.
Meng Zhoushan lowered Sui Yuesheng's hem, dressed him, and went to open the door. But he saw Yan Yuezhaoli carrying another bag of wine.
Meng Zhoushan glanced at him and said, "I don't drink."
Yan Yuezhao wondered: "Why not drink?"
Meng Zhoushan looked away: "No reason."
Yan Yuezhao glanced inside and happened to see Sui Yuesheng in the living room. "Then I can have lunch there. The buildings nearby have been demolished, the road is closed, and takeout can't get in. You can't let a disabled person like me go down to find food, right?"
Meng Zhoushan stared at him for two seconds, then stepped aside to make room.
Yan Yuezhao limped into the house with a cane. He looked around and saw that it was almost ten o'clock, so he said to Meng Zhoushan, "Hey, why don't you go downstairs and buy some vegetables to stew meat for lunch."
Meng Zhoushan said: "There is porridge in the kitchen."
Yan Yuezhao was determined to get him out of the way: "I don't like porridge, go downstairs and buy some meat. I am your ex-brother-in-law after all, so why would you not satisfy my request?"
Meng Zhoushan leaned over to tidy up the medicine box on the table: "You should tell your ex-wife."
He said that, but after packing up, he was ready to go downstairs to buy some vegetables, because the refrigerator was empty. There was only porridge in the pot, no vegetables.
Meng Zhoushan asked Sui Yuesheng: "Do you want to eat anything? I'll go downstairs and buy it."
Sui Yuesheng pulled him back, looking like she didn't want to stay in the same room with Yan Yuezhao: "Uncle, I'll go with you."
Yan Yuezhao sat on the chair, leaning his head to look at him: "Little brother, what are you afraid of? I'm a policeman, not a bad guy."
Although Meng Zhoushan always felt that Yan Yuezhao was more like a gangster than a policeman, fortunately, his character was fine. He rubbed Sui Yuesheng's head and said, "You just finished taking the medicine, don't move around, play the machine for a while, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he put on his coat, took his keys and went out.
The door was closed with a slight click, and the room suddenly became quiet.
Sui Yuesheng pursed his lips when he saw this, and pushed the wheelchair back to the house, but Yan Yuezhao suddenly stopped him and asked casually, "You seem to be afraid of me?"
Sui Yuesheng paused when he heard this, and slowly turned to look at Yan Yuezhao.
The sun shone through the window into the house, dividing the light into two halves. Sui Yuesheng was just on the darkest side, his face was unclear, his eyes were sinister and cold, and if you looked closely, there was no warmth at all, which perfectly matched the surveillance footage of that day.
The young man slowly curled his lips and chuckled, which made people break out in a cold sweat in broad daylight. He said lightly, "No, I'm not afraid of you..."
He just simply hates it.