Shili Yangchang

Open the heavy curtains, the hustle and bustle outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is blocked by the transparent glass, and cannot pass into the bedroom that is still full of ambiguous atmosphere.Al returned to the bed lightly, Wang Yao was still asleep, his long black hair was scattered among the messy pillows, his shoulders were exposed outside the quilt, and there were still dry tears on his face.

It's too unreal, like a sudden hurricane, it's overwhelming.When Wang Yao stood by the door and said "yes", Al didn't expect this answer at all, but he couldn't regret it, and the chance was only this time, so he gave up his reason.

What exactly Wang Yao was thinking, Al had no way of guessing, although he forced Wang Yao to tell his life experience yesterday, he still failed to know more about him.In the limited number of contacts, Wang Yao often has a smiling face, but no matter whether it is a weird sneer, a reserved smile, or a hearty laugh, it is impossible to see his sincerity.For Al, Wang Yao is still too mysterious.

Al was surprised by Wang Yao's performance last night. Al was not a sadistic pervert, but Wang Yao deliberately indulged in self-injury, with obvious self-destruction.Maybe the pain woke him up, or maybe it wasn't.When he was still rational, Wang Yao restrained himself from crying out loud, and finally he couldn't control himself and cried bitterly. He didn't care about anything and cried loudly in the arms of the American he met by chance.Wang Yao's tears were on his shoulders. Al didn't know what kind of life Wang Yao was leading. I'm afraid he would never be able to vent his emotions like this. He was burdened so much that he could only brutally block his normal emotions. .

Later, Al felt hot and humid on his hands, and the wound on Wang Yao's waist opened.So he had to get up in the middle of the night to help Wang Yao change the gauze, when Wang Yao didn't know how to cooperate.He couldn't figure out what Wang Yao wanted, but at least he was beside him at this moment and could feel his warmth.

Shaking his head, Al withdrew his thoughts and stretched out his hand to raise the quilt for Wang Yao. This action woke up the sleeping person.Wang Yao slowly opened his watery eyes and looked at Al in a daze.

"Woke you up?" Al was surprised by the gentleness of his voice.

"What time is it?" Wang Yao's voice was tired and lazy, with a hint of sexiness.He propped himself up and sat up, revealing his upper body without any fat due to regular exercise, and his abdomen was tightly wrapped with a pale bandage.Wang Yao groped his waist and said strangely: "I remember bleeding last night."

"I changed the bandage for you, and you fell asleep." Maybe you passed out, Al added in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Thank you, isn't it early? I have to go back." Wang Yao said and wanted to jump out of bed, Al hurriedly pressed his shoulder: "Be careful of the wound!"

"Okay, I'll be careful, let me go?" Wang Yao pointed helplessly at Al's hand on his shoulder.

"You can't go." Al didn't take his hand away. "Now all of Shanghai is looking for you. I said you would be in big trouble if you provoke Honda Ju. I didn't tell you before. In fact, your troupe was the night you were shot. I was searched from bottom to top, but luckily you didn't go back."

"How are they doing in Gangzai?" Wang Yao asked anxiously with wide-eyed eyes.

"They're fine, but you'll be fine," Al continued. "This is a concession, and the Japanese don't dare to do anything. You won't be in danger if you stay."

Wang Yao looked at Al with complicated eyes: "Last night...you want me not to go back?"

"No," Al shook his head, "I want to keep you and keep you by my side."

Wang Yao smiled shyly. He gently removed Al's hand that was still on his shoulder, turned over and got off the bed. The bleeding wound made him a little weak, but he still walked steadily to the French window: "Thank you You, Al."

"Uh... can't you put on your clothes and then go to the ground?" Al looked awkwardly at Wang Yao, who was naked and bathed in the sun but still so calm. Chinese people are obviously much more conservative than Westerners. Could it be that Wang Yao is a exception?

"There is no woman in the room, what are you afraid of?" Wang Yao looked at Al inexplicably, his frank attitude made Al feel that he was the one who was wretched.Even with such an intimate relationship, Wang Yao still doesn't think there is anything wrong with exposing his body like this.But Al couldn't let it go, he found out his own set of pajamas and forced Wang Yao to wear them. The clothes were two sizes too big for Wang Yao, which looked very funny. Al thought depressingly that he might as well just let him be naked.

After settling in Al's house, Wang Yao didn't show restlessness, which surprised Al a bit, but he quickly figured out: a killer cannot be emotional, and the minimum requirement is to calm down and make the most suitable choice.Al likes his life now. He can see Wang Yao every day when he returns home. The seraphim who used to be untouchable by him now always sits quietly in front of the fireplace in the living room or on the balcony on the second floor, and sometimes rushes at him. Laughing, sometimes reading the newspaper intently, sometimes just staring out the window in a daze.Sometimes when Al came back late, Wang Yao would cook some Chinese supper. His skills were far inferior to that of the old Chinese nanny, but he was still passable.No matter how late he came home, Wang Yao must be waiting for him, waiting for the news from outside.Al often has hallucinations, as if life will always be like this, plain and warm.

One rainy night, Al hurried home, Wang Yao sat on the sofa as usual, but he didn't wake up, but fell asleep on his side.Al couldn't help but want to laugh. After living a comfortable life for long enough, Wang Yao's vigilance has also decreased, right?He gently bent down to get closer to Wang Yao, and brushed his drooping eyelashes with his fingers, but the sleeping man didn't respond.He poked Wang Yao's cheek with his fingertips again, and opened his closed eyes suddenly, showing a look of bewilderment due to shock.

"When did you come back? You scared me!" Wang Yao still couldn't adapt to Al's enlarged face.

"Your crisis awareness has become worse," Al smirked, "or is it because you trust me too much? I have something to tell you." Al got up seriously, and sat next to Wang Yao: "I went to your troupe to inquire about it. Your brother named Gangzai doesn’t like to see me very much, but I heard from other people that even though Bao Inquiry from the patrol house has been there several times, he didn’t check carefully. Bao Inquirer is all Chinese, and they don’t like Japanese affairs very much. You're working hard, so it's okay to take a casual trip. The tricky thing is the Japanese side, and Honda Ju seems to be determined to fight you, and he won't give up if you don't want your life. How did you offend him?"

"Didn't I tell you about that day, that's all: I wanted Wanwan to go home, and Honda made people hunt me down." Wang Yao sighed.

Al thought about it: "It seems that it's not that simple. That Lin Mo Niang must be a person with a special status. You should not mess with the worst person."

"Will Honda hurt her?" Wang Yao looked at Al worriedly.

"No, since she is so important, it is impossible for Honda to hurt her." Al looked at Wang Yao affirmatively, "You should care about your own problems: the purpose of the Japanese is obvious now, and it will be a matter of time before they attack the concession. Many foreigners are withdrawing their capital from Shanghai, and Arthur is about to return to the UK, and he wants to take Hong Kong with him.”

"What? He wants to take Hong Kong to England?" Wang Yao jumped up in shock, "No! Can't let Hong Kong leave his hometown!"

"Listen to me," Alla Wang Yao sat down, "China is in danger now, it's good for everyone to let Hong Kong live in a safe place, and it's not like he can't come back, Arthur has no reason to restrict his freedom , when the war is over, he can return to China at any time."

Wang Yao is in conflict. He doesn't want to let his only younger brother travel across the ocean to a foreign land, but is it too selfish to leave Hong Kong in the precarious China/country and let him be displaced in the flames of war?

"What does Hong Kong mean?" Wang Yao asked in a low voice.

"He won't, he said unless you drive him away." Al put his hands together on his knees in embarrassment, "So Arthur wants me to talk to you, please come forward in person and take the initiative to let Hong Kong leave."

"You want me to tell my younger brother to fuck off?" Wang Yao smiled sadly and disdainfully, "Okay, I'll do it!"

Al suddenly hugged him tightly, his warm breath brushing against his ears: "I'm sorry."