unspeakable ice

Xia Cong spoke a few times, but Yu Xiaolong was very close to him, almost hugging him halfway, with his face pressed to his lips, only then did he hear clearly that he was calling for coldness.

A few cold whispers in succession made Yu Xiaolong's heart tighten. He wrapped Xia Cong's down jacket more tightly and pulled the zipper to the top. Fortunately, the clothes were wide enough to wrap his injured arm together. go in.

The surroundings were pitch black, the sound of the wind fluttered sometimes slowly, and the whimpering and whimpering whirling over the cliff tore the string in Yu Xiaolong's heart that had collapsed to the extreme.

He used his body to shield Xia Cong from the wind, and stroked his back with his hands, from up to down, repeating the movements over and over again, as if he was nervous and uncontrollable.

He couldn't stop, any spare time in his thoughts would make him fall into the abyss, especially in such a dark place.

He can't stop thinking, thinking non-stop, that in the fierce chase just now, when he had no spare time to take care of it, Xia Cong suffered such a serious injury right in front of his eyes.

Once he calmed down, he could even hear the sound of blood pouring out of the opening and dripping to the ground in the huge oppression of the rotten smell wrapped in thick moisture.

Yu Xiaolong went to touch his hand, it was very cold, so cold that it made people feel ominous.

He held it tightly and tucked it inside his clothes. The temperature was so low in the sub-zero mountains and fields that it was not enough.

He took off his sweater, there was no better way to stop the bleeding, the coat was not tightly wrapped, and even his close-fitting clothing had to be pressed with his hands.

"Don't take it off..." Xia Cong buried her face deeper into Yu Xiaolong's neck as if she was afraid of the cold, "Brother Xiaolong doesn't understand... At this time, a kiss to me will work better than anything else."

Thinking that Yu Xiaolong would ignore him as usual, filter out his joking words, and was about to pester him for a few more words, saying something like kissing more and I will not be cold, the next second, cool lips fell on the side of his face superior.

Xia Cong opened his eyes and looked over while leaning on Yu Xiaolong's shoulder.

Yu Xiaolong kissed him down, and kissed him on the lips.

They have kissed many times. When they were together before, it was Xia Cong who took the initiative. It's not that Yu Xiaolong never had a moment when he wanted to kiss him, it's just that the frequency he thought was reasonable overwhelmed his desire.

But it doesn't.

He still wanted to kiss him.

It is impossible to say when this impulse started, but no one knows what he endured behind that day when he leaned against the car and Xia Cong stood opposite him, the smoke that was lightly sprayed on his face extreme.

It may be that the smell of blood has spread from the nose for too long. Yu Xiaolong tasted a bitter taste in Xia Cong's mouth. He didn't kiss deeply, fearing that the action would hurt the wound, so he stopped before Xia Cong tried to kiss back.

"Hold on." Yu Xiaolong stroked his face, pressing against his forehead.

"Don't worry... I won't die." Xia Cong panted slightly, leaned his head into his palm and kissed him again. After kissing him, he lowered his head slightly and let Yu Xiaolong's hand cover his eyes for a while, then he murmured He said, "I miss you so much..."

"It's been the same for the past two years."

"Every day is..."

"It's a pity that you don't believe me no matter how many times I say it." Xia Cong paused, a little aggrieved, "It seems that I am not sincere..."

Yu Xiaolong didn't speak, listening to his weaker and weaker breathing, trying to stop him.

"Do you know how much you think about it?" Xia Cong avoided his hand and looked into his eyes, "Thinking of the recorded...your voice, I have heard it hundreds of times...Now click on it again, it's just the beginning ...I will..."

"...I know." Yu Xiaolong interrupted him with a light cough. Even though he was accustomed to such teasing, he still felt a little uncomfortable when facing Xia Cong's concentration when he said such explicit words. .

"Know what?" Xia Cong smiled, "... At this time, when you say you know, is it because you are afraid of losing me and regretted it, or is it coaxing me?"

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Xia Cong waited for a while, and didn't ask any more, but leaned forward and continued to lean on his shoulder, "I'm so sleepy."

Yu Xiaolong put his arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head.

He thought about taking Xia Cong away, and carrying him out on his back. Hiding here and waiting always gave him the feeling of waiting to die, but with the harsh environment in front of him and the desperadoes who would catch up behind him at any time, he had no chance of winning this step. .

He was anxious, almost panicked, remembering the last time Xia Cong jumped from here in front of him, the fright that aroused for a moment made him uneasy, and the current situation is no less than a thousand repetitions of that moment.

Yu Xiaolong suddenly understood the powerlessness of wanting to hide people behind him. Compared with Xia Cong who can give him such a safe place, he can do nothing except a little comfort that is better than nothing.

At the same time, he also understood Xia Cong's anger. When he learned that he had lost the ring, the affection and hope hidden in those seemingly casual words may be true.

Otherwise, how could he still ask him for a kiss when "death is imminent".

He lightly rubbed Xia Cong's back, his eyes were a little red, "Don't sleep, hold on for a while."

"...Of course I don't sleep." Xia Cong said, "I have to stay awake. What if you coax me to sleep and go out to take the blame?"

Yu Xiaolong: "..."

Yu Xiaolong: "You think beautifully."

Xia Cong laughed, which was not crisp, with a low hoarseness in his throat. After that, he didn't speak for a long time, only when the wind died down, he could hear the subtle but painful pain hidden in his breathing. Mouth Shen Kou today.

"Xia Cong?"

"……Um."

When Yu Xiaolong heard his response, the pain in his chest eased a bit, and after that, he would call him every once in a while, lest he would fall asleep.

It was getting colder and colder, the cold wind pierced through his thin collar, his body was numb from the cold, especially the hand that was pressing on the wound, it hadn't moved since it was pressed.

He hadn't seen clearly what the wound looked like, and he didn't know if the bleeding had stopped after so long. He just pressed mechanically, not daring to let go.

Every minute and every second of waiting was extremely painful.

Yu Xiaolong finally made up his mind. He set a time limit for himself. If there is no movement in another 5 minutes, he will go back alone. If he has the ability to drive the car, he will lure the person away.

If he didn't do anything else, he would be driven crazy by the wild thinking about the result.

The last time he called Xia Cong, Xia Cong's voice became softer and softer, but after the answer this time, he suddenly said: "...Just now... I told you to go, why didn't you go?"

"Didn't you say that you would go...wouldn't want to be with me...?"

Yu Xiaolong was slightly taken aback, and then his vision blurred. It turned out that Xia Cong was here at that time, no matter how sure he was, he still cared, caring about the words yes that he blurted out when he asked if he would leave.

So he gave him a choice just now, and he didn't expect to involve him, but the back road earned for him was more than wide.

"I never said that." Yu Xiaolong hugged him tightly, pressing his lips against Xia Cong's cold ear.

"I said... I remember."

"That's what lied to you."

"...I knew it." Xia Cong slid a few fingers to Yu Xiaolong's waist and caressed gently, "Then let's talk about it first... Now that you admit it, can I fuck you when I go back?"

"..."

"...How come you won't lie to me again?"

Yu Xiaolong sternly said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

Xia Cong coughed twice with a smile, his body temperature was draining a bit fast, and gradually he couldn't move his mouth, but he seemed to have seen through Yu Xiaolong's plan, and the hands around his waist were tightly wrapped around his waist, not letting him move.

The sound of police sirens could be faintly heard in the distance, and Yu Xiaolong was about to stand up, but Xia Cong suddenly held him down.

Yu Xiaolong sat back, didn't make a sound, let the flute sound from far to near, hovering above his head, and gradually went away.

It was not until a while later that the screen of Xia Cong's phone lit up, showing that it was Luo Shaoqin's call, that he relaxed and motioned for Yu Xiaolong to pick it up.

"Hey, where are you people?! Are you still alive?!" Luo Shaoqin roared and shouted, his voice was extremely loud even in the strong wind.

It seems that Shi Jie's cursing voice can be heard in the background sound, "This has been a fucking circle, will I make a sound if it's good or bad!..."

Yu Xiaolong's heart was settled, and when he was about to speak, his chest suddenly sank, and he caught it with his hands in his arms. Under the deliberately dimmed screen light, Xia Cong's eyes were tightly closed, and the blood on his face faded to the extreme.

The lights in the operating room came on, and Yu Xiaolong was sitting outside the door. Shi Jie was holding back a wave of resentment since he found them, and he is still out of breath.

The point is that he still doesn't know where to vent his anger. He has seen a lot of beatings and killings. The first time he fired a gun, probably on the way to the situation, he heard Luo Shaoqin say that drug dealers seek revenge, and they can deceive the police. Damn don't believe it.

He is very clear about the weight of the people on this place, it was nothing more than the trouble caused by Xia Cong, but luckily he got in by himself, if the person inside was Yu Xiaolong now, he would have to cut the people into pieces No.

He saw the blood on Yu Xiaolong's hands, his face was splashed all over, so he asked him to wash it, but Yu Xiaolong sat still, Shi Jie could only buy a pack of wet tissues to wipe him, the blood was oxidized and dried up, wiped it off When it rustled, the slag fell down.

Not to mention how wonderful the picture is.

"What are you worried about?" Shi Jie snorted, "Didn't the police look at it all along the way? The penetrating wound is far away from the internal organs. At most, there will be more blood flow. Just turn around and poke the hole twice with a cotton swab."

"En." Yu Xiaolong responded.

"Hmm, um, this dog is better than being able to entangle you." Shi Jie could see that this trick was a trick, and Yu Xiaolong would definitely give in.

The deal is such a bargain, he would believe it if he said it was directed and acted by himself.

Shi Jie would sulk when he was born, so when the police came, he stopped him and told him not to ask Yu Xiaolong, and wait until the one inside woke up.

Yu Xiaolong didn't sleep all night, when Xia Cong woke up, he was sitting in front of the hospital bed, and saw his fingers move and stick out from under the quilt.

Looking up again, Xia Cong opened his eyes and was looking at him, his eyes were sincere and sincere, and the hand that was constantly exposed seemed to be some kind of hint.

Yu Xiaolong looked at it for a while, then moved the chair forward, moved it to a convenient distance, and pulled it up.

Xia Cong smiled, turned his gaze to the top of his head, and frowned after a while, "It hurts."

"The anesthetic is over, bear with it." Yu Xiaolong said.

"What's the date today?"

"NO.12."

Xia Cong repeated the number, "That means it's only been one day."

He suddenly sighed, "Yesterday, I hugged and kissed him so much, but today I will only let him bear it."

"..."