Human ladder

Wen Yan woke up and checked the time—[-]:[-] in the morning.

It was neither early nor late, after half an hour of waking up, it was time for Master Wen to have lunch.

Yesterday, he wanted to run away shamelessly and sleep in the room, but the even more shameless Lu Qicong pinched his neck and threw him into the guest room prepared for him.

Lu Qicong excitedly ran to the room prepared for Wen Yan with the quilt in his arms. After washing his feet, he lay down on Wen Yan's bed, holding a book "Counseling Adolescent Teenagers' Rebellious Psychological Problems" in his hand, planning to give it to his dear My godson tells sleep stories all night.

Wen Yan was forced to accept a night of high-level ideological education.

Don't let him talk about Xiao Xianglu Congqi, he is afraid that he will walk around anyone with the surname Lu in the future.

And Wen Yan seriously suspects that old bastard Lu Qicong is a wind-up cock, he only got home at 04:30 last night and fell asleep with the quilt on, but today he went to work from [-] to [-].

Wen Yan doesn't have that concept of time, but that doesn't mean that Lu Congqi doesn't either.

He simply played tricks and waited for Lu Congqi to come over and call him.

As a result, he lay down with his eyes open until his stomach growled, and he didn't wait for Lu Congqi to come over.

Wen Yanteng sat up suddenly, and began to mutter to himself: "Isn't it possible that Lu Congqi hasn't woken up yet?"

When he tiptoedly pushed open the door of Lu Congqi's room, he suddenly found that Lu Congqi was lying on the bed, wearing dark blue pajamas, and a white air conditioner was placed on his waist.

A corner of the pajamas was lifted, exposing his strong waist.

The curtains were drawn so tight that it felt airtight and light-tight.

As long as you close the curtains and close the door, you will be completely isolated from the world day and night.

Lu Congqi is like a silkworm chrysalis curled up in the darkness, wrapped in layers, living in the darkness himself, sinking into it, never thinking of breaking free.

It is not the first time for Wen Yan to enter Lu Congqi's room, and now Wen Yan is more obedient to Lu Congqi.

What he thought was dependent, what he thought was just a brother—it was different now.

In the past, he would panic and be at a loss if he suddenly saw Lu Congqi without clothes and reacted.

He is now, aboveboard and frank and tough.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, if he was sensible, he should have settled his 'things' earlier, although it's normal for a man to be mentally alert in the morning...but he knew it wasn't just in the morning.

Mainly because of Lu Cong period.

Wen Yan suddenly felt that his throat was dry, and his throat rolled with difficulty.

He tiptoed into the room, it was just beginning of autumn in August, and the summer hadn't come to an end yet, and the air conditioner in the room was fully turned on.

Wen Yan can even feel that Lu Congqi's hair, which has been frozen all night, must be soft and cool at the moment, and it will be very comfortable to the touch... and his waist, his ankles that are exposed in the air because of his long legs , against the background of dark blue tones, there is a kind of morbid paleness, with prominent ankle bones, and a few blue veins on the instep are looming.

Wen Yan looked Lu Congqi up and down all over, and took a long breath.

He remembered the little movies he had downloaded on his tablet... No matter how many he watched, they were not as high as they are now, and all the passion in his brain rushed down.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and retracted helplessly, cursing secretly.

Fortunately, Lu Cong Qi Mianqian suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wen Yan motionlessly, and said, "What are you doing?"

Lu Congqi's eyes were clear and vigilant after being frightened. The broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes, but the power of his eyes remained undiminished.

His lips were naturally red, and his lips were dry after the cold wind blowing all night, making him look sick and have a gloomy sense of alienation.

No one has ever seen Lu Congqi like this.

Neither did Wen Yan.

"Uh, I'm here to remind you that it's exactly twelve o'clock Beijing time..." Wen Yan said this, and he let out a heartless laugh, as if announcing a big and funny news. He said cheerfully in a discounted tone: "Congratulations, Lu·Xueba·Italian Cannon Key Training Object·Experimental High School Light·Congqi classmate, you are late."

Wen Yan, the culprit, gloated and stood beside Lu Congqi's bed, smiling with a row of neat white teeth.

Only then did Lu Congqi slightly recover from the broken and messy nightmare.

He was always awake when he was dreaming. To what extent was he awake?

Sober enough that he knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up... That dream wasn't terrible, it was just a plot.

Lu Congqi rested his arms on his forehead, stared blankly at the glass chandelier above his head, felt that he was waking up in an ice cellar, and forgot that this was his room for a moment, so he asked suddenly: "You are usually at this point Are you awake?"

"Ah, yes, the biological clock is regular, and the work and rest are good, how about it? Haven't felt the scorching sun at noon, have you... What are you doing, the sun at □□ o'clock, and follow the young master to be the most proud and prosperous sun at noon."

Wen Yan's eyebrows danced brightly, on the one hand to cover up his embarrassment, and on the other hand to expose the unnaturalness of the past.

Lu Congqi listened to Wen Yan's nonsense.

The haze lingering in my heart and mind dispersed layer by layer.

He got up and stepped on the floor with bare feet, and opened the curtains.

In an instant, warm and dazzling lights rushed in, brightening the room.

Wen Yan and Lu Congqi couldn't open their eyes for a while.

"I had a dream all night."

Lu Congqi was wrapped in the sun, he turned around, and smiled at Wen Yan: "I'm a little scared, what time did you just say?"

Wen Yan bit his tongue when he spoke too quickly, and looked at Lu Congqi in a daze for a while: "You... what did you dream about?"

Lu Congqi lowered his eyes, bit his lips until he turned pale, and when he looked up at Wen Yan again, those eyes honestly reflected everything in his eyes - including the little Wen Yan shrunk in his pupils.

But that was just what he saw.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul... Lu Congqi's eyes are just an organ tool.

"Woman, screaming, crying, right next to my bed, right next to my ear."

Lu Congqi took a deep breath, looked at his already empty parking space, and smiled to himself.

The woman who had disturbed the whole night was sitting by the window eating a light lunch.

The furnishings in the house are warm, even the wallpaper is warm yellow.

The woman lowered her head to eat with a spoon, and a disturbing wind blew from the half-open window from time to time, blowing her hair in front of her face, and she had to free up one hand to tuck her hair behind her ears over and over again, so mechanically of repetitions.

Until she felt an unexplained numbness in her body, her body began to tremble and she rolled her eyes.

Xu Qiuyue understood this feeling, it was too familiar, too familiar.

It's here again, it's here again.

Xu Qiuyue suddenly swept all the food on the table to the ground, scratching her hair in pain.

She couldn't sit still anymore and began to turn around the room anxiously, her tear glands began to be uncontrollable... Then it was the head, the heart, the internal organs, and the whole body.

Xu Qiuyue could no longer concentrate, let alone eat.

"Where's the medicine? Where's the medicine?!!!"

Xu Qiuyue couldn't stand it and shouted at the locked door: "Come here!!! Give me the medicine!!! You bastard, you bastard!"

However no one responded.

She used all the dirty words she could think of, yelled at the door, kept holding the wooden door with her feet, and tried to open the door.

Even though she knows she won't succeed.

At the beginning, she wanted to control herself not to let herself go out, not to let outsiders in, just get through it, just get through it.

But she couldn't do it, neither the people inside nor the people outside could do it.

Xu Qiuyue was tortured both physically and mentally, so she could only try to relieve the pain with her body, so she began to hit the door with her head, and her fingernails pressed against the wooden door with a terrifying sound that made the scalp tingle, and even blood stains were left on her ten fingers.

But she can't feel it.

"Lu Qicong...Lu Qicong!!!"

Xu Qiuyue is often addicted to drugs, so there are always people who deliver drugs from time to time.

But this time, she still wants to meet her man... because she didn't wait for her birthday yesterday.

I don't know if this is the first time in her head that she wants to die.

There is a propeller in her brain, which sends the flesh and blood in her flying.

All human awareness, memory, and rationality were in a mess, and the pain couldn't be relieved, so she could only hit the wall and scratch the door harder.

Until—the door was opened from the outside.

The man wore leather shoes and black trousers, and the blue short sleeves of the police uniform were tucked into the trousers, showing his long legs and slender waist.

It was always the way she remembered it.

"I'm injured... go call the doctor and bring the sterilized one first."

Xu Qiuyue couldn't stop shaking.

Lu Qicong helped him up, squatted down by himself, and sternly stopped: "No need - you go first, I'll take care of it."

He carefully checked the wound on Xu Qiuyue's body, and saw that there was nothing serious, but the amount of blood was a little scary, so he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I am late."

With an unseen shadow between Lu Qicong's brows, he put the package in his hand on the ground, picked up Xu Qiuyue and put him on the bed.

Xu Qiuyue seemed to wake up a little, and raised her eyelids to look at Lu Qicong.

Lu Qicong is over 40, and he is no longer what he was back then.

His eyebrows are thick and straight, and he looks like a rampant and reckless character.

But he was born with a pair of good eyes that are passionate and affectionate.

This person suddenly became complicated.

This was the first time Xu Qiuyue saw Lu Qicong's evaluation of him.

She stretched out her bloody hand to hold Lu Qicong, and asked in the first sentence: "The medicine...is the medicine here?"

Lu Qicong's brows became more cloudy, and he nodded emphatically when he heard the words: "Here, I'll prepare it for you... shall we not inject it?"

Xu Qiuyue pushed away the person she was thinking of, ran to the package on the ground, tore the cardboard box apart without any reason, and took out the drug inside and a loaded syringe.

The woman lay on the ground and picked up the needle without any treatment, planning to give herself an injection, but Lu Qicong, who rushed over, grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"Qiuyue! Are you crazy? At least disinfect first!"

Xu Qiuyue was half pulled up, and her arms were so thin that they were a little weak, like a brittle bone, unable to withstand any force at all.

But Lu Qicong still gripped hard.

Because he wants to feel whether this body is hot, and is there still blood flowing in it?

Xu Qiuyue has been wronged all her life, and she has never learned how to speak harshly to others. When she is angry, her eyes will turn red and her nose will turn red when she is out of breath.

She looked at Lu Qicong with numb eyes, and tears rolled down her eyes.

She was asking Lu Qicong for help, begging him to save her.

But Lu Qicong couldn't save her.

After a while, Lu Qicong squatted down resignedly, held Xu Qiuyue in his arms, and rubbed her dry, malnourished hair: "I'll help you."

Lu Qicong took the needle and wiped it on Xu Qiuyue's arm with alcohol cotton.

Probably when the coldness hit, she trembled unresponsively after a while.

Lu Qicong found a good position and slowly pushed the needle in.

After doing all this well, Xu Qiuyue's whole body slowly calmed down.

Lu Qicong picked up the torn package, and a paper boat fell out of the package.

He bent down to pick it up, suppressed his anger and took the paper boat apart.

There is only one sentence in it:

It has performed very well this month. This is the newest product. Let Mrs. Zun taste it.

You are welcome.

—— Mrs. Zun's eternal supplier.