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It's very cold tonight.

I don’t know what’s going on, but the sun is still shining during the day, and at night, the wind blows and the snow drifts, so many people come out to watch the snow on the street, all wrapped in thick winter clothes and crowded on the side of the road, with uniform movements, looking up at the sky .

Xia Shao went down the elevator all the way, rushed from the fire escape to the garage, and stumbled to the place where he and Jiang Langting put their motorcycles.It wasn't until everyone ran that they realized that they had something they didn't take.

The Harley model I bought for Jiang Langting in Wuhan, but I didn't take it.

It was a present for my birthday.

Xia Shao bought wrapping paper and tapes online. Although his hands were broken and he wrapped the whole gift like wrapping paper on the outer shell, it didn't look too ugly from a distance.

Do you want to go up and get it?

Xia Shao looked at the time, and it will be eleven o'clock in about 20 minutes. The place where Jiang Langting punches is at least half an hour's drive away from here, not counting traffic jams. It is still a question of whether he can arrive before twelve o'clock.

Riding a motorcycle, he dare not go too fast.

There is no car, and I am afraid that it will be too late to take a taxi.

But he couldn't take it, because Mint didn't have a safety box, and the model was not small.Xia Shao once considered whether to install a trunk, but the more he thought about it, the more he looked like a delivery boy, and then he remembered the tragic scene where Jiang Langting deliberately asked himself how many floors to deliver, so he decided to give up.

There was little snow on the road.

The ground was slippery, Xia Shao rode slowly, and finally arrived at the gate of the boxing gym before twelve o'clock.

This is a relatively remote place, there are not many people at night, and there are no lights at the end of the street.Several groups of people gathered at the gate of the boxing gym, all of them were elderly middle-aged men, and there were also a few young men who were holding their mobile phones and did not know who they were calling.The boxing gym behind them was brightly lit, and the business notice clearly stated "8:00 am - 22:00 pm".

It's too late now.

"It's not over yet?" Someone who just arrived asked the person who came out.

An old man who just came out of the house stuffed cigarettes into his mouth while walking, and the flame from the lighter was blown hot by the wind. With a sound of "Ouch", he shook his arms several times before saying, "It's not over. It's time to fight. None left!"

Another person came up to him and asked, "Tsk, when will it be called?"

"Is there a victory or defeat? Well, I'm tired of watching." The uncle lit his cigarette and waved his hand.

After parking the car, Xia Shao didn't even have time to get his helmet, so he rushed inside.

Eleven thirty.

There were boos one after another, and the overly tense atmosphere in the arena was somewhat uncontrollable.The boxing gym was afraid of causing trouble, so they turned on the top lights of the indoor arena very darkly, so that the entire huge midfield could only see two opponents who kept punching on the stage and the crowd of people in the audience.

There are also many people taking videos with their mobile phones, and the bright screens all become light sources.

When Xia Shao came in, it was so eye-catching. A man wearing a motorcycle helmet rushed into the crowd in such a hurry, and stuck his head in the front circle, which instantly attracted a lot of attention from the audience. Some people's mobile phones The camera came naturally.

Even the two people who were "fighting" on the stage looked towards the place where Xia Shao was.

After doing this, Xia Shao didn't dare to take off the helmet at all.

He saw that Jiang Langting today had red gloves and was the main attacker.

Jiang Langting turned his head to look at him on the stage, obviously stunned for a second, but there was still a distance between him, Xia Shao couldn't see his eyes clearly, he just felt hot all over.In just such a second, the opponent with the blue boxing gloves turned the forefoot inwards, exerted strength from the crotch, punched the arm forward, and the fist peak went down the wrist, and slammed into Jiang Langting's arm.

is left.

Jiang Langting couldn't stand firmly on his feet, panted heavily, and took several steps on his hind legs.

There was a gasp in the arena.

Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Langting lightly thumped his left arm with his right glove, then shifted his weight slightly to his back foot, and slid backwards.In order to limit the opponent's second attack, he moved slightly to the edge line.

Relying on his jumping steps, he moved to the position facing Xia Shao, raised his eyes and looked at Xia Shao again.

He lowered his head and neck, and always lowered his eyebrows when looking at people from a distance.It seems to be oppressing something, and it seems to be looking at the sky from the abyss.

It was only then that Xia Shao could see clearly that Jiang Langting's shoulder blade was reddened by the beating, as if he had been rubbed by some corner of a glove, and a long dark red wound was drawn across his brow bone. The blood is still worn out, and a small piece of bright red hangs on the sideburns. With a little movement, it confuses the sweat and drips to the collarbone.

Obviously, he was hit several times in a row before.

The only light left in the darkness was on the tip of Jiang Langting's nose.

After dodging a few times, Jiang Langting finally threw a punch.

This slam was particularly loud, hitting the opponent's door directly.

Blue Gloves wanted to dodge, but he didn't dodge. He raised his arm to cover his face, and turned sideways to retaliate. Seeing Jiang Langting swaying and avoiding it, he punched harder, punched him step by step, and hit Jiang Langting directly with his back heel. Get down on your knees.

The boxing gym fell silent.

Jiang Langting propped up his knees, his upper body heaving and wheezing constantly.

He stood up in less than three seconds.

Xia Shao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wow!" Another straight punch hit his hand, and the wind sounded strong in his ears. Jiang Langting dodged the attack that the blue gloves smashed hard on his arm.

Immediately afterwards, he lifted his front foot forward, followed by his back foot, changed his stance several times, and threw several punches in a row, until the blue gloves slightly bowed and hugged his head, and he was pushed directly to the soft opponent on the edge of the ring. on the fence.

The soft rope is like the life-saving straw of the blue gloves. Once it is grasped, it will not let go.

Seeing that the opponent had a slight upper hand, the mentality of the other side was easy to collapse, the formation was in chaos, and several weak attacks were returned in succession.

Jiang Langting only watched him leaning limply on the edge of the soft rope, trying to stand up with his bent knees to support his whole body, but the soles of his feet seemed to be oiled, and he couldn't move his legs no matter what, so he could only lean there and pant in a low voice.

At 35:[-], this long-standing contest finally came to an end.

After the copper bell rang, the spectators chatted and dispersed.The staff of the boxing gym rushed up to hand alcohol and cotton to Jiang Langting.

"Sorry, please give way!"

There were too many people going out, and Xia Shao's voice was muffled in his helmet, which attracted many people to look sideways at him with curious eyes.He didn't care so much, but chose to go upstream and head towards the locker room.

Jiang Langting was waiting for him at the door of the locker room, his face was painted, and the painkillers he had sprayed were useless. Just as he took off one glove and put it in his pocket with one hand, the other arm held the glove, making him Stare hard.

If it weren't for the kinder look in his eyes, Xia Shao really felt that Jiang Langting hadn't vented enough, and would hold him in the locker room and beat him up when he got the chance.

Xia Shao was walking in a hurry, one of them accidentally bumped into the iron rod in the boxing gym, and the helmet made a sound of "Yanglang". .

When Xia Shao came over, Jiang Langting looked around at the staff who were busy cleaning up the venue, stretched out his hand to grab Xia Shao's arm, and dragged him into the locker room involuntarily.

I have to say that the locker room is really a good place. Xia Shao and Jiang Langting got along with each other twice in this place, and every time they could make Xia Shao's heart beat like an explosion.

But this time it wasn't because of getting too close.

Jiang Langting had a separate dressing room, and locked the door behind him as soon as he entered. Xia Shao saw that the dressing room was too narrow, so he could barely lean his back against the door.

Icy cold.

There were many people in the room, and the heating was turned on again. He was covered with a down jacket thick enough to go to the South Pole, and his forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was naturally red. He firmly locked Jiang Langting in the center of his line of sight.

Jiang Langting clutched his left arm, the pain was unbearable, his whole body seemed to be scalded all over.Seeing this, Xia Shao reached out to touch it, but before he could speak, Jiang Langting took a deep breath, then turned his head slightly, turned his face away and did not make a sound.

Knowing that there are vital points and injuries and still beating like this, it is really shameless.

It's not a life-and-death situation, you have to put people to death.And judging from the battle situation, Jiang Langting was at a disadvantage before he came, and he was not in the right shape at all.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Xia Shao almost bit his lip.

"Fuck." He didn't hold his breath. ???? "I didn't expect that," Jiang Langting heard Xia Shao's scolding, gasped and laughed, "You still swear?"

"Just fucking say it." Xia Shao glared at him, getting angrier the more he thought about it.

"..."

Jiang Langting's leg hurt so badly that he had to lean his back against the end of the wall, slide down slowly, and finally sat down on the ground.

He just sat on the floor.

Just after the strenuous exercise, his forehead was still sweating, and he was beaten terribly. The corners of his lips looked like blood was bitten out. Dish on the temples.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

Xia Shao didn't say anything or scold anymore, he wiped off his goggles, and slowly squatted down following his movements.The two looked at each other, trying to wipe each other out with their eyes.

"I haven't asked... why are you here?" Jiang Langting was the first to ask the question.

Xia Shao's goggles had hooks on them, grabbing his eyes and pulling them violently inward. Now Jiang Langting couldn't see or pay attention to anything, he could only see these eyes.

"I want to see you, so I'm here."

Xia Shao understands boxing, and he has tried it himself, but how he looks at it today, he feels that Jiang Langting is like a little boy who is in a bad mood and fights to vent his anger.

He calmed down his emotions, and the more he saw Jiang Langting's embarrassment, the more angry he became, but he still spoke softly, with a crisp voice: "I still want to celebrate your birthday."

When "birthday" was mentioned, Jiang Langting's eyes darkened, "Give it to me?"

"Hmm..." Xia Shao was so stuffy that the inside of his helmet was about to fog up. While unbuttoning his helmet with one hand, he wiped a little bit of melted snow on the hem of his clothes with one hand, and looked up at the river. waves.

His tone couldn't hide his excitement: "Because it's snowing outside, you said that Chuxue is your birthday. I just want to say... happy birthday to you."

The last four words were spoken lightly, but Xia Shao's voice was trembling, "Fortunately, we caught up."

"..." Jiang Langting still just stared at him.

Xia Shao, who confided his emotions first, blushed and stared at the man in front of him seriously.

Help.

Why didn't Jiang Er speak!

Could it be that he was sealed by this snow?

Suppressing the nervousness, Xia Shao's hand that unbuttoned the helmet trembled, and he couldn't get it off after a few rough flicks. He stretched out his hand again, and wiped the sticky blood from Jiang Langting's temples with his palm.

My own hand was cold, but the other's face was very hot, and it was extremely comfortable to touch. Xia Shao couldn't hold back, and spread his hands directly, holding the other's bruised face.

"Although you got into a fight today..." Xia Shao hadn't finished speaking.

He stopped himself suddenly.He thought to himself, what qualifications did he have to say that Jiang Langting was venting?What are you venting about?

However, Jiang Langting didn't deny that he was fighting, but just looked at him sleepily: "But what's wrong?"

"But...it's your birthday today, you can do whatever you want." Xia Shao sniffed, as if he had caught a cold, "Don't do this again in the future, it's unlucky to get blood all over your face. I saw it and..." He paused before saying, "I'm still worried."

Jiang Langting suddenly shook Xia Shao's hand, "Seeing red is auspicious."

There is nothing more auspicious than seeing you on your birthday.

Just a second ago, Xia Shao was still immersed in the joy of his secret love, but now he can't, the person he has a crush on now takes the initiative to hold his hand.Ying Yuchen is right, people will push their feet, Xia Shao can't control the small flame in his heart, and wants to keep this hand for a longer time.

He thought to himself, if Jiang Langting hasn't let go in the next second, then...

Really didn't let go.

Jiang Langting even grabbed his palm, squeezed it, and traced his hand with an indescribable look, and then slowly moved up along the body until it met Shang Xia Shao's eyes.

Jiang Langting looked a little sad.

"Besides happy birthday... I still have something to say." Xia Shao said seriously.

"Needless to say." Jiang Langting interrupted him.

Xia Shao was stunned for a moment.

He saw a hand wrapped in a boxing bandage fluttering under his chin, and within a few seconds, the button he had been tossing about for a long time was decisively resolved.

The next moment, the helmet was suddenly uncovered.

He first felt the fresh air in the boxing gym, and subconsciously closed his eyes, followed by a warm, dry touch, which fell on his lips bit by bit.

Just such a contact, the two of them didn't hesitate at all.The secret heart is the candle wick, which requires only a slight flicker of the flame.

Before today, kissing was something Xia Shao couldn't even think about this year.But now, this matter is going on like this, and this kiss comes from the person I like.

Xia Shao was pushed against the door of the dressing room with a "boom", and the back of his head touched Jiang Langting's soft palm.

The removed motorcycle helmet fell to the ground.

Jiang Langting stood in front of him, breathing heavily, flapping his eyelashes, fluttering his wings following his breathing.Xia Shao didn't close his eyes, he needed to confirm what he saw now.

Find out who this guy is and what he's doing.

He didn't rush to plunder and invade, nor bit the tip of anyone's tongue so fiercely. Jiang Langting just kissed him, breathing deeply and shallowly, all mixed together, and he couldn't tell whose it was.

Xia Shao's shoulder was held down.

The bright light in the dressing room suddenly became very dark, like a silent winter night after snow.

"I like you too. Let me say this." Jiang Langting leaned against his ear, took a deep breath, and then buried his face in Xia Shao's neck, still smelling of himself.

"right……"

Xia Shao's breathing fluctuated, he leaned on the other person's shoulder, and whispered, as if talking to himself, "If you wear a helmet, just take it off. Is that what you meant when you asked me the other day?" He pursed his wet lips .

"after,"

Jiang Langting looked down at the water on his lips, sighed, and gently kissed his forehead, "You will understand later."