Hawkeye lowered his head slightly, and with the reflection of the white snow outside the window, the pupils of the black-haired young man in front of him were black and white. When standing in front of him, people couldn't help but slow down their breathing unconsciously. Feeling relieved, the man let out a deep laugh from the depths of his throat, raised his hand and rubbed the heavy-faced man's hair—
"You don't need to put on that expression," the man said with a smile, "I'm just joking, but it's actually not that serious."
Ruan Xiangyuan looked up at him, and silently slapped his hands away
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"What is lost can always be brought back. If you just think about it this way, you won't be completely desperate, right." Hawkeye pondered for a while, then pushed Ruan Xiangyuan towards Building No. 3.
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When Ruan Xiangyuan stepped into the area that he thought should belong to Building No. 3, but the first second he stepped on the territory that should belong to him, he realized that what Hawkeye said before was probably not as simple as the so-called "joking" at all— If the situation wasn't too serious, at least he couldn't see the upper floors of Building No. 2 swaggering through the corridor that once belonged to Building No. 3.
The man walking beside Ruan Xiangyuan just sneered and turned a blind eye, but Ruan Xiangyuan couldn't do it himself.
When they were about to pass each other, the black-haired young man suddenly stretched out his hand when no one expected it, and stopped the two high-rises of the second building who were walking shoulder to shoulder—the one in front of them. He still knew one of the two high-rises in Building No. 2. Although he didn't know the name, Ruan Xiangyuan remembered that this prisoner had helplessly pushed the elevator for the king for him who was still a son of a bitch.
"En?" The prisoner was a little surprised when he was stopped for the first time. When he looked up and saw the expressionless black-haired young man standing in front of him, the dangerous aura emanating from the latter made his face blush. His expression stiffened for a moment, but the prisoner quickly relaxed, straightened his back slightly, raised his eyes, and said lazily, "It's you, puppy."
Ruan Xiangyuan raised his eyelids, looked at the prisoner in front of him, and said almost wordlessly, "This is the passageway to Building No. 3."
The prisoner in front of him paused for three seconds, then suddenly smiled.
"But it's a little closer to walk directly to the restaurant from here—you know, the straight line between two points is the shortest, ha—"
"This is the passageway of Building No. 3," Ruan Xiangyuan said in a flat tone. He raised his head, and looked at the upper floors of Building No. 2 in front of him with neither humbleness nor condescension. "Don't you understand?"
The tough attitude of the black-haired young man instantly dropped the temperature of the surrounding air. Without warning, the man suddenly lowered his tone, completely different from the previous foolish look, he raised the corners of his lips, showing a slightly mocking expression: "Puppy, for the sake of your being the boss's former lover, Kindly remind you that it is better to ignore some things, not to mention—"
The man started to walk again, and at the moment when he passed by Ruan Xiangyuan, he reached out and patted the shoulder of the silent black-haired young man, and said lightly: "What's more, this seems to be what your boss meant.
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Ruan Xiangyuan: "..."
The man laughed and left, waving with his back to Ruan Xiangyuan: "I wish the friendship between Building No. 2 and Building No. 3 will last forever and live a long life!"
Ruan Xiangyuan turned around expressionlessly, and watched the two high-rises of the No. 2 building swagger away—they walked barefoot on the shiny marble floor, making a majestic and ear-piercing sound. At their feet, there used to be an exclusive passageway for Building No. 3. Since the establishment of the Jueyin Pavilion for a hundred years, no one from Building No. 3 has ever walked through it...
The black-haired young man stared intently at the soles of their feet, leaving footprints with human body temperature on the marble floor. After a few seconds, these footprints disappeared, but Ruan Xiangyuan felt that those footprints seemed to be like Stepping on his face alive, humiliation, unwillingness, all negative emotions swarmed out from the heart, and spread to every corner of the body along with the blood circulation...
At this moment, a big dry and warm hand suddenly covered his eyes from behind, and the bandage on the man's finger exuded the smell of hemostatic powder—
When the sense of smell touched this breath for the first time, the heart of the black-haired young man stopped suddenly, and then, it slightly recovered to a gentle beating frequency.
"I didn't want you to know this right away," the man's voice sounded full of helplessness behind him, "but it seems very unfortunate that these people in Building No. 2 probably got someone's order, completely forgetting that they have other It looks like one road can be walked, the corridor of Building No. 3 today... "
The man paused, then sneered: "It's so lively that it's like a cloud neutron tour in another world in the vegetable market."
Ruan Xiangyuan was silent for a moment, gently took off the hand covering his eyes, and when he spoke again, he found that his voice was a little dry, and when he raised his head, the indifference on the face of the black-haired young man finally couldn't be maintained, he cried out for a long time Let out the breath held in his chest: "... where are the others?"
"The people in Building No. 3 are not completely soft-footed shrimp." Hawkeye smiled, "My people have had three fights with people from Building No. 2 today—poor prisoners on the bottom floor, mopping the floor too Three times, but this time, that guy Reyce didn't say anything."
"Where is Ryan?"
"Are you talking about the new king?" Hawkeye showed a mocking expression, and touched the tip of his nose, "It's not me who provokes dissension, he seems to be addicted to the new job of currying favor with Rachel. After taking away the badge of royal power, I didn't see anyone in the afternoon... Maybe I and Lei Qie found some corner to appreciate our badge of royal power together.
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Ruan Xiangyuan listened to the man behind him talking about all this, unexpectedly, he didn't show any anger—
When all the bad things come all at once, people suddenly become numb—that’s the way it is, otherwise what could be the worst? After all, it is impossible to be really angry to explode or something. When thousands of words are gathered on the lips, in the end, even a single swear word cannot be uttered.
The entire No. 3 building was immersed in an inexplicable low pressure. It was obviously just a little area occupied by others, but because their ruler was a complete idiot, they happily thought that their friendship with No. 2 building was ten thousand years old. Hurrah, so things turned out to be a little bit worse than imagined—like meeting a pervert on the tram, when he pinches your ass, if you don't resist, no one knows, next step, he Will you just take off your panties
Ruan Xiangyuan walked into the lobby of Building No. 3 and stood at the stairs. He met some prisoners in Building No. 3. The first time he saw them, Ruan Xiangyuan saw familiar expressions on their equally numb faces...
Ruan Xiangyuan had seen this expression a year ago when Lei Qie swaggered into Building No. 3.
The black-haired young man paused for a moment. He walked to the entrance of the lobby of Building No. 3, and stopped in front of the huge mirror. He was wearing a white uniform with a belt tied around his waist. It was an armband that only prisoners above the 21st floor could have. Printed with a totem that symbolizes Building No. 3—the young man in the mirror seemed to be paler than before because he hadn’t seen the sun for more than ten days. Behind him, a man wearing a blindfold stood behind him...
Ruan Xiangyuan raised his head, and then, on his face, he saw the same expression as the other prisoners.
"what time is it?"
"Seven o'clock."
"oh."
"Where are you going?"
The black-haired young man paused, turned around, and for the first time, he showed a non-sarcastic smile to the man with a single tear behind him: "Can you go to the restaurant?"
Hawkeye was actually not hungry, but after thinking about it, he nodded slowly—it's ridiculous, the former king in Building No. 3 now obediently follows a 20-year-old The little prisoner on the first floor was behind his buttocks, so when the two entered the restaurant one after the other, they attracted a lot of people's attention
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including two people in the corner of the restaurant—
"Well, those two people have hooked up? The speed is really fast."
His eyes fixed on the two people who had just walked into the restaurant, and a disdainful voice came out from the corner of his lips. The handsome young man narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled lightly. Very satisfied, Ryan didn't find any displeasure on Rachel's face—to be precise, the man didn't seem to have anything to express.
A rare smile appeared on the handsome young man's face. He turned his head, the indifference on his face was swept away, and he looked at Lei Qie with a smile: "Sorry, I didn't mean to mention this on purpose... but, It seems that there are always people who are rushing to use the leftovers from you, Shancun Taoyuanji.”
Rachel lowered her eyes, let out a muffled grunt from her nasal cavity, and then slowly used a fork to pick up a piece of vegetable and put it into her mouth.
"By the way, can I call you Rachel directly in the future?"
"up to you."
The smile on the corner of Ryan's lips deepened, and those beautiful eyes were shining—he knew how good-looking he was when he smiled, and he also heard the whispers of people around him at this moment, so he stood up and bent over He lowered his waist and quickly placed a light kiss on the red-haired man's eyes—
Everything around seemed to be quiet.
Rachel put down the tableware in his hand, took the napkin at hand, and slowly and gracefully wiped away the non-existing food residue at the corner of his lower lip.
Just beyond the five tables in front of them, under the man's eyelids, in his azure blue pupils, he saw that the eagle eyes with his back turned seemed to hand a small plate of yellow to the black-haired young man sitting opposite him. Something from... Probably canned food or something. After the latter was slightly startled, he raised his head and showed a thankful smile at the man with a mole with tears in his face—
The two are completely immersed in their own world.
Lowering his eyes, the red-haired man concealed all the emotions in his eyes, stood up from the table without saying a word, turned and left—as if he was used to this kind of indifferent behavior from men, the smile on Ryan's face remained unchanged, and he looked up. heels behind him
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When passing by those two happy people, the man stopped his footsteps unexpectedly.
Rachel seemed to be walking towards the door of the restaurant with steady steps, but only the man knew it. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the hand of the black-haired young man on the edge of the table reaching towards the stack of canned yellow peaches. paused.
Satisfied, Rachel raised the corners of his lips slightly, turned around and looked at Ryan who was following him, and then took out in his pocket, and in the next second, something shiny with metallic luster popped out from his fingertips, After Ryan was stunned for a moment, he quickly reached out and caught it firmly.
Spreading out his palms, he widened his eyes slightly, looking in disbelief at the royal badge of Building No. 3 in his hand.
At this moment, the red-haired man standing opposite him inserted one hand into his pocket, and smiled lazily: "Take it and play."
Ryan opened his eyes wide in surprise: "But..."
"It doesn't matter," the red-haired king said in a moderate voice, just enough for a small circle of people to hear clearly, "Anyway, if you get something, you won't be interested."
That's right...
The surrounding prisoners, no matter which building they belonged to, all lowered their heads in unison under the strange air pressure around them—
Eat, eat, hehehehehe.
The surrounding onlookers are so knowledgeable, it is a pity that there are obviously two remaining people who are not afraid of death—
As if completely ignoring the performance of the two people around him singing in unison, Ruan Xiangyuan held up the fork, plopped it into the canned yellow peach in front of him, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and puffed out his cheeks and said vaguely: " Well, the canned food is good today."
"Isn't it good?" Hawkeye's face was full of doting, and he even reached out and wiped off the canned juice from the corner of the black-haired young man's lips with his fingertips, "Uncle Meal Sharing knew that you came out of the confinement room today, and specially reserved it for you. "
"Oh," Ruan Xiangyuan's neck was stiff, and he couldn't avoid Hawkeye's hand, and his eyes were still smiling, "Does the uncle of the restaurant remember? It's good, unlike some people, whose conscience is bitten by dogs."
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