unspeakable ice

"Where are you going?" Yu Xiaolong saw that the route he was driving was very familiar, almost covering his daily activities.

"Of course it's a good place." Xia Cong rested his hands on the steering wheel and tapped his fingertips casually, which seemed to be a habit of his.

Yu Xiaolong didn't know if this was his general name for all the places, or a specific place, he thought of the last time, "It's a racing car again?"

Xia Cong smiled, "Who is competing with me this evening, and I don't even have a place to eat."

"..." Yu Xiaolong: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Yeah, so I'll take you to a place..." He thought for a while, "A place that can fill your stomach and have fun, the one called Skinny Bar is closed today. Am I lifting the ban?"

There is a big difference between eating alone and not eating, in such a festival, Xia Cong seems to avoid this question intentionally, but Yu Xiaolong asks: "Why don't you eat?"

"There is no takeaway, and I am too lazy to do it." Xia Cong said lightly, and he didn't seem to care. He has always been like this. If he behaved so pitifully for this, it was probably because he did it on purpose to make Yu Xiaolong think of him. Pitiful.

so what?Yu Xiaolong had a guess in his mind, the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived on the streets?

"I'm not an illegitimate child." Xia Cong guessed what he was thinking from his expression, "Born in a legal marriage, with a household registration and inheritance rights, it's not as complicated as you think."

Yu Xiaolong was a little embarrassed to be so bluntly pointed out, he coughed lightly, but Xia Cong changed the subject in time, "When I was downstairs with you, I saw a black dog, is it the one on your profile picture? "

"Hmm." Yu Xiaolong asked, "Ugly?"

Xia Cong thought that Yu Xiaolong didn’t seem very happy when he said that the dog was ugly last time. He guessed that he asked this on purpose, but he didn’t expect it to be quite vengeful. Hand, do you have a name?"

"Yes, call me black."

"...I'm dark?" What a strange name.

Yu Xiaolong looked at him, serious, "I'm black, I call you black, but you, if you want to call you black."

Xia Cong reacted for a while, then laughed, "Okay, you're black, you're not ugly, it's just not that iconic."

It was as if he couldn't stop laughing, the corners of his mouth were raised intermittently.

When he came back to his senses, Yu Xiaolong found that he stared at the jaw line of his side face for a long time again. Because of his smile, it became less sharp, and the edges were soft and shallow, like paper boats floating in the water. Water waves and smudged raw edges.

Xia Cong noticed that when he turned his head, there was a bit of specious banter gradually creeping up in his eyes with an undiminished smile.

Yu Xiaolong cast his gaze out of the window calmly.

【I'd better go back. ] Shi Jie sent a message.

【…】Yu Xiaolong didn’t expect him to say that he would deliver a bowl of dumplings to Zhao Fei, but no one has seen it yet. If he had known about him, he would have gone by himself. Can be cowardly like this.

On Chinese New Year's Eve last year, Zhao Fei stayed alone in the mansion. Before they left, they accompanied her to wrap the dumplings and prepare the dishes, and let her close the doors and windows to sleep at ease. This year, they left her alone in the dormitory.

Yu Xiaolong wanted to deliver some dumplings, but Shi Jiefei told him to go, but in the end it took an hour, and it was enough to go back and forth from his home to the University of Technology, but he was still struggling on the way, [Don't grind it, what do you want her to eat when it gets cold? . 】

[No, I packed it in an insulated box...] Shi Jie was rubbing his hands together from the cold. The security guards at the University of Technology really didn't cover him. After interrogating him for a long time, he refused to let him in, even if he could tell the name and professional dormitory number accurately.

He was hesitating whether to call Zhao Fei. In fact, no matter whether he could get in or not, he had to make this call, but since the last time they quarreled, the two hadn't spoken a word, and they were still in the cold war period. Why? The beginning is a problem.

Shi Jie was a little confused.

Footsteps came from behind, and Zhao Fei came here with her bag on her back. Seeing him, Shi Jie froze on the spot, as if her mouth was frozen, and didn't utter a word for a long time.

Zhao Fei greeted the guard with no expression. Shi Jie thought she was pretending not to know him, but he didn't expect that the girl was much more generous than him. Compared with him, it seemed that he was stingy and arrogant just now.

"Why did you come back so late?" Shi Jie followed her up the stairs, Zhao Fei didn't ask him what he was doing here, she should have guessed it by looking at the incubator in his hand.

"I went to my uncle's house for dinner."

"Ah, have you eaten?" Uncle Yin would occasionally call her to eat at his house to express his care for the younger generation. It is not impossible, and when he came here at this point, no matter what, he should have thought that she had already eaten .

Zhao Fei opened the door of the dormitory, and the corridor was gloomy all the way. No student was there during the holidays, only their lights were on.

The condition of the dormitory is not very good, the beds, tables and chairs are very old, it can be seen that it is a bit old, and the girls have a lot of things, no matter how tidy they are, it will inevitably feel crowded.

Zhao Fei put down her bag and cleaned up the books and other odds and ends on the table, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Yeah." Shi Jie stood a little restrained. Zhao Fei had lived with them for so long and he didn't feel it. Now that he suddenly entered a girls' dormitory, he didn't know where to put his hands.

"I remember you like mustard green stuffing, so I picked it out for you." He said, "My grandma made it. The old man has a heavy mouth, and it's a bit salty. After eating it, you can eat it as a midnight snack, or save it for tomorrow... "

"Sit down." Zhao Fei pointed to the chair opposite and smiled, "I won't stay anymore. I didn't have enough to eat at night, and it just fills my stomach."

"You're restrained." Shi Jie sighed, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed, "Hurry up, it's still hot, I'll get you a glass of water, your Brother Long was supposed to come, but I snatched it away, you Don't blame him..."

Zhao Fei didn't speak, but Shi Jie thought he had said something wrong, so he stopped talking.

Zhao Fei waited for him to sit back, and inserted a little sun facing him. It was really a little sun, very small, maybe only reaching Shi Jie's calf.

The room is indeed very cold, there is no air conditioner, and this kind of place with aging wiring should not use too much power. With only this little heating equipment, he, a big man, can't stand it, let alone a girl.

While talking to her, Shi Jie poked Little Sun's face towards her with his feet calmly, and he swallowed the words that came back to his mouth a few times, stuck in his throat.

It's not suitable, even if there is no food, it's not suitable. I live by fighting and killing all day long. Following them, except for the daily fear of being implicated, there is nothing good about it.

And sooner or later they will be separated.

sooner or later.

The last place Xia Cong took Yu Xiaolong to was a bar called "The Communicator". It was one of the few distinctive bars in the bar street. The owner heard that he was also a student of the University of Technology and opened it with his friends, so Most of the people who go there are students, and they don't usually cause trouble, and they don't have a high sense of presence. Yu Xiaolong knows that there is such a store. Apart from collecting money regularly, he has very little dealings, and he has never been in this place.

He knew that there were two or three stores that were open all year round, and they were open as usual on New Year's Eve and the first month of the year. How did he know that, because one year he and Shi Jie were called to clean up the mess in the middle of the New Year's Eve dinner.

Didn't know this was included though.

As soon as he entered the door, the heat that hit his face almost burned him. Yu Xiaolong was caught off guard and his face was covered. His pores seemed to explode. The scorching heat penetrated from his neck into his clothes, rolled around and then evaporated from his face. come out.

All kinds of men and women gathered on the dance floor, all dressed lightly, twisting their bodies in the radiant lights, the sound of music was deafening, and Yu Xiaolong even saw the tumbling tide in the crowd being instantly turned into smoke.

Xia Cong took off his jacket, leaving a cotton shirt inside, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he whispered in Yu Xiaolong's ear, "Find a seat, I'll get something to eat."

Yu Xiaolong nodded, but his brows were also tightened. He actually didn't like such occasions. Although he had been in the bar street for so long, he had only been there a few times, so he invited Xiao Ding and his group to make troubles occasionally. That's all.

New Year's Eve is a holiday for Chinese family reunion, which is very meaningful, but I didn't expect that so many people would choose to come here to get drunk. Yu Xiaolong walked through the bustling crowd, inevitably passing by people, looking at them or having a good time Laughing, or dejected, or full of ugly looks, suddenly feel that using such a method to temporarily paralyze oneself, stripping the soul out of the body and emptying everything just for fun, is ridiculous, but it is also surprisingly happy.

Xia Cong found him with a plate of snacks and three or four bottles of beer. He sat down and shook the bottles in front of him, "Drink?"

Yu Xiaolong took it over, "This is all you eat?"

"There's only one thing here." Xia Cong sighed with a bitter face, "360 days a year, today is the most unfriendly to me, but every year still has its present."

"It's your own laziness." If it's just for this meal, what's the point of celebrating the New Year alone? Although Yu Xiaolong thought so, he couldn't say anything too blaming.

He took a sip of his wine and looked towards the stage. There was a band performing hard, singing songs he hadn't heard before, and the rhythm was stepping on every crazy face and their swaying limbs.

Xia Cong listened to it for a while, until there was an interval between a song, he suddenly put down the wine bottle and got up, walked around Yu Xiaolong and walked outside, Yu Xiaolong looked at him inexplicably, but saw him wink at him mysteriously I rolled my eyes.

Then his figure disappeared into the dim light and shadow, until after a while, there was an abnormal commotion from the crowd, and with a few high-pitched screams, the atmosphere suddenly became intense like thunder and surged to a climax.

Yu Xiaolong looked up, and suddenly saw Xia Cong leaping lightly and steadily on the stage not far away, every inch seemed to be stepping on the most excited nerves of people, and all the familiar and unknown contagiously fell into crazy.

He said something to the lead singer on the stage, and after the two had a brief negotiation, the man took off the electric guitar and handed it to him, and then he walked off the stage from the other side.

Xia Cong supported the microphone and adjusted its height. After a round of strumming, he looked at the people below, his eyes wandered around enthusiastically, and finally stopped in the direction of Yu Xiaolong, and his deep and hoarse voice poured out from the microphone.

"Don't break my heart, thank you."

Before the music started, he put two fingers together on his lips, and blew a kiss. Yu Xiaolong was facing him, unable to avoid it, and cursed silently in his heart, "Idiot."

In all fairness, regardless of Yu Xiaolong's subjective prejudice against Xia Cong, this person is very talented in music. He played the violin before, and he played rock this time. Well, just looking at the enthusiastic reaction of the audience below, you can tell that this kind of atmosphere cannot be easily aroused by his face.

Seeing his familiarity and his tacit cooperation with the band, Yu Xiaolong guessed that he should come to this place often.

The place that can be called a good place is the place he often comes to.

There are so many skills and surprises hidden in a person, which makes him think of those inspirational youth dramas that Cai Qunying likes to watch, and guess whether this person is here to break away from the so-called dreams and break up with his family in order to get rid of some restraints?

It's not impossible.

And it makes sense.

... Someone next to him accidentally bumped into him, and the wine bottle flew out of his hand. Yu Xiaolong suddenly regained consciousness at that moment, and found that his heart was beating violently.

All kinds of overloaded voices collided fiercely in a small place, and his emotions were constantly raised, reaching the peak again and again, which made him feel hot, very hot, and the restless feeling that his blood was boiling don't go.

The heart is beating crazily, and the sound reaches the ears, so strong that it almost blocks all sounds from the outside world.

His gaze was bewitched, like everyone else, he was involuntarily attracted to the most dazzling place at the moment, and every time he looked over, no matter what time, he could always cross the dancing crowd and meet Xia Cong's eyes easily.

Yu Xiaolong didn't know when the music stopped, people kept looking at him in his sight, he raised his head, and Xia Cong on the stage ripped off the connecting cable of the guitar.

He suddenly panicked. The sight of everyone made him very uncomfortable. He remembered his crazy behavior without scruples on the racing track that day, and his nerves tensed subconsciously.

And this nerve, since the first day I knew him, and after seeing his true nature, it has become tighter and tighter until it is like silk.

Amidst the screams of the people around him, Xia Cong walked up to Yu Xiaolong and stood still, took off his straps, and hung the guitar on him, all in one go.

Yu Xiaolong only felt his shoulders sink, and before he could refuse in the future, Xia Cong suddenly leaned over, and with his slender and flexible fingers placed on the piano board close to his chest, he plucked a section lightly, the volume was so small that almost no one could hear it.

The enthusiasm on Xia Cong's body wrapped his breath and quietly stuck to Yu Xiaolong's ear, thinking that he was about to say something stupid again, but after waiting for a while, the voice with a smile only uttered four words, "Happy New Year .”

And one, a warm kiss on the tip of his ear.

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