Shili Yangchang

The next morning, Arthur showed up in the living room of Al's house with Kong Zai. He was not surprised to see Wang Yao, and bowed slightly in a gentlemanly manner: "Hi, I'm Arthur Kekelan, We have met before." Before Wang Yao could reply, Hong Kong had inserted between Arthur and Wang Yao: "Brother, Arthur said that you want me to go to England, is that what you mean?"

Wang Yao couldn't understand for a while, and looked at Arthur suspiciously, but Arthur turned his eyes elsewhere.Behind him, Al's hands were pressed on his shoulders, not heavy, but he was not allowed to retreat.Wang Yao immediately understood that he needed to cheat Gangzai together with Arthur. This might be Arthur's idea, or the result of joint discussions between Arthur and Al.No matter what, the result is the same, he has no veto power: "Gang Zai, let's go with him, before Shanghai is in chaos."

Gangzai stared at Wang Yao in disbelief: "You really want to drive me away?"

Wang Yao tried his best to make his expression look indifferent: "I told you to go, you go!"

"You..." Gang Zai was incoherent with anger, "You really...I used to think of you as a man, you dare to kill a traitor, ten or a hundred...but now you want me to be a traitor? Wang Yao , listen to me: If you want to let me go this time, don't even think about me coming back!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get out of here!" Wang Yao avoided Gang Zai's scorching gaze and yelled guiltily, "Think I don't have your brother!"

Gangzai looked in shock at his brother who had never said a single harsh word to him. His whole body was trembling with surprise and sorrow, and he squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Okay, Wang Yao, I didn't You big brother!" After speaking, he pushed Arthur away and took the door away.

Just as Arthur wanted to chase, he suddenly remembered something and turned to Wang Yao and said, "Thank you, Wang Yao."

"Get out of here!" Wang Yao's palms were bleeding just now to prevent himself from rushing to hug Gangzai to let him stay, but now his clenched fists only want to greet Arthur's clean and good-looking face.Arthur didn't want to embarrass himself, so he put on his hat politely and went out.

Warm and strong hands stretched out from under his arms, tightly wrapped around his waist, and supported Wang Yao's trembling body.Wang Yao didn't want to insist on anything anymore, and let the weight of his body fall on the thick chest behind him.

"I'm sorry, it's cruel to force you to do this kind of thing." Al, who had never spoken, whispered in Wang Yao's ear.

But Wang Yao laughed at himself: "In the face of a national crisis, I forced my brother to run away. I'm a fucking coward!"

Al smiled and turned Wang Yao's body to face him: "Yao, you can't save the whole of China, but you can save at least one Chinese, just like the Bible says, 'Don't worry That group, save this one first', don't be too harsh on yourself."

Wang Yao didn't answer, but just rested his head on Al's chest, his face pressed against the shirt full of young men, which made him feel at ease.Al folded his arms, and the person in his arms was real and palpable. "Keep him by my side and protect him," Al had only this thought in his mind, "while I still have the ability to protect him." Thinking of this, he subconsciously tightened his arms even more.

Wang Yao, who was buried in Al's chest, suddenly let out a muffled voice: "Al!"

"Ok?"

"You're suffocating me!"

Al was hit hard. He found that he, a master in love, had become as clumsy as the boy he first fell in love with.

Arthur and Aberdeen returned to England by boat the next morning, and Al and Francis went to see them off.Aberdeen put on a neat suit and looked like a well-educated Chinese/Chinese young master. Arthur obviously did not regard him as a servant, but as his brother.

"Take care on the road, Arthur," Francis said with rare seriousness.

"Thank you, Francis, I will write to you." Arthur said sincerely, he looked at Al next to him again, smiled and extended his hand: "Al, shake hands and say goodbye."

"Goodbye, Arthur, you are quite a likable person." Al stopped using the mocking tone.

"This is the first time you've called me Arthur," Arthur laughed. "I'm glad you don't call me Missy anymore."

"I don't have the right to laugh at you anymore. It was you who took the initiative to break up the engagement that both of us hated. In this regard, you are more like a man than me." Al smiled wryly and squinted in the direction of Hong Kong, "Arthur, actually I I want to do the same thing as you."

Arthur understood the meaning of Al's words: "Then do it, if he is worth it for you." After speaking, he waved goodbye to the two, and took Hong Kong, who was still silent, onto the deck.The huge ship sounded its whistle and slowly left the dirty, noisy but extremely charming Shanghai/Beach.

The people on the pier gradually dispersed, and Francis coughed lightly: "Hey, I think we should go too, Al. Go for a cup of coffee?"

"No, let's go to the racetrack." Al's eyes were still fixed on the boat that gradually disappeared until it disappeared.

The tall clock tower of the racetrack hall is very eye-catching. After more than half a century, it will be surrounded by high-rise buildings, but it is still one of the tallest buildings in Shanghai.

Al grabbed the club and jumped on the horse. He was a good polo player, but Francis was as good as he was.The two galloped their horses on the wide racetrack, and after a hearty race, both of them were sweating profusely.

"It's good to exercise once in a while," Francis jumped off the horse, and threw the reins to the horseman next to him, "but Al, don't you just want to play polo?"

"I have something to ask you," Al unbuttoned his collar irritably, "I want to go back to the United States and take a Chinese person with me."

Francis smiled as expected: "Is it Wang Yao?"

"Yes." Al patted his blond hair to get rid of the dirt.

Francis smiled helplessly: "Boys are boys after all, love makes you impulsive. Dear little Al, you must know that Wang Yao is different from Arthur's Chinese boy. He is now a wanted criminal. You'll probably go to jail with him if you take him on board."

"So I want to ask you for help. I have to forge an identity for him." Al looked at Francis.

Francis showed a embarrassed expression for the first time: "Al, I am willing to stab my friend, but what you ask me to do is something that can't be done even with a knife! Al, I will try my best, but there is basically no hope."

Al nodded: "Anyway, thank you."

These days something is wrong with Al, when he is alone, Wang Yao often sits by the window and thinks so.But after living together for a while, Wang Yao knew that if Al didn't want to tell him something, it would be useless for him to ask.He often saw Al go home with a gloomy face, but when he saw him, Al immediately put on a smile, Wang Yao is not a fool, the forced smile that he pretended to make people feel at ease couldn't fool him, but he didn't poke him. Break this layer of window paper.

At night, Wang Yao, who was not sleeping well, opened his eyes, and the bright full moon outside the window sprinkled soft silver light into the room. Al often opened the curtains on moonlit nights, and he liked to see the moonlight shining on Wang Yao's face.But now, the moonlight illuminates Al's sitting silhouette, which is as perfect as a Western sculpture, and the sparkle on Al's lips flickers on and off.

"When did you smoke?" Wang Yao asked softly. Al never smoked, and there was no ashtray at home.

"Hate the smell of cigarettes?" Al snuffed out the cigarette on the bedside table, "Choked you up?"

"No, I just can't sleep." Wang Yao replied casually, he was very restless tonight and had been in a light sleep state, "Al, are you worried?"

"I'm worried," Al leaned over and pressed Wang Yao's shoulders hard and pressed him into the soft mattress, "Because you're laughing at me, can't I make you tired enough so you can't sleep?" Then, he Wang Yao's voice was sealed irrefutably.

Being embraced like this, Wang Yao's uneasiness did not diminish. He looked at the full moon outside the window and knew that there must be something serious that made Al worry.Al's soft blond hair rubbed against his cheeks, Wang Yao gave up thinking and left a mess of thoughts to tomorrow.