The ultimate character design of the net match circle tearing guide

This life-and-death escape came so hastily. In the chaos, the motorcycle also lost its goal.Han Ying was worried that the other party would not give up and drove to catch up. He drove all the way and tried to choose only those desolate and remote roads that large vehicles could not pass through.

I don't know how long it took, the pointer of the fuel gauge jumped down again and again, and finally landed at a position near zero with a slight tremor. Looking around, the surroundings were quiet, as if he had reached the edge of an unknown town. Han Ying kept his head down and tensed The lying body slowly relaxed.

"Damn it, Rong Chuan, you can do it! I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting. It's really enjoyable to watch those idiots go away after being threatened by you just now!"

There are lonely figures on the empty road, and the faint moonlight drags everything around into long shadows. The small motorcycle that is about to run out of fuel is moving slowly in the night wind, and the low sound of the motor is like humming in summer. A serenade that he sang, made the embarrassing escape a little more romantic like elopement.

Han Ying was chattering - he had just escaped from a bloody fight scene, and what he saw filled him with the excitement and comfort of escaping from death.The person sitting behind kept holding him tightly, with his face pressed tightly against the back of his neck, and he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. He didn't know whether he was too tired or was listening to his nagging intently. , a rare gentle and intimate look, but it made the atmosphere sweet and charming.

This kind of cognition made his heart beat not long after he calmed down, but suddenly he jumped up again quickly, stopped the car slowly, and tried to hold the other party's hand that had been hugging his waist.Rong Chuan kept a leaning posture without moving, and let him hold his hands tightly, and he never had the slightest intention to break free.This tacit attitude, like a silent encouragement, made him even more eager to move.

"Hey! It's too late anyway, otherwise we won't be going back tonight. How about finding a place to open a room?"

The tentative hint still didn't get any response.The head pressed against his neck was always lowered, and even his breathing was quiet.

"Rong Chuan? I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"

The long silence finally made Han Ying feel that something was wrong, and simply stepped off the motorcycle, wanting to find out.He lifted his foot and got out of the car, and his body, which had lost support behind him, had slanted to one side and fell directly to the ground. Han Ying quickly grabbed him, only to find that the other person's eyes were closed tightly, his breathing was weak, and the whole figure seemed to have fallen into a trap. coma.

"Rong Chuan! Rong Chuan!"

Trembling, he quickly stretched out his hand, holding the other person's body and groping up and down.Finally, the hands touching the back felt wet, slippery and sticky.

There were messy pictures flying by frame by frame, connecting his doubtful clues together.

No wonder the iron objects flying around didn't hurt him when he fled, no wonder Rong Chuan stood behind him from the beginning to the end.

The sticky feeling in his hands and the faint smell of blood made him overwhelmed by great regret and fear, and his voice had a distorted cry: "Rong Chuan, wake up!"

"Ying Juju, can you stop crying...I'm not dead yet!"

Rong Chuan, who was in a coma, finally opened his eyes again, with a headache on his face.

"Okay, okay, I won't quarrel with you!"

This response was finally a relief.Han applied his hands to his wound for a while, seeing that the blood still couldn't stop, his voice trembled a little: "Don't be afraid, I'll call 120 right now!"

Rong Chuan watched him fumble up and down for a while, his face became paler and paler, but the phone still disappeared, presumably because he didn't know where he flew to in the scuffle, so he could only comfort him in a low voice: "I'm fine, you Don't worry, find a place to help me deal with it first, and then there is still time to call."

After nightfall, the town was quiet, except for the occasional homeless wild cat hissing twice.Han Ying carried Rong Chuan on his back, and walked in the alleys full of garbage and vegetable leaves, trying to find a small hotel that was still open.

This combination of town and suburbs is far away from the commercial center. On weekdays, most of them are engaged in the business of drivers who run long-distance transportation. During the day, there are simple barbecue stalls and small restaurants everywhere. At night, businessmen come and go. Shrunk to those temporary small hotels with ambiguous signs and farmers' houses.

Han Ying stumbled around for a while, and finally stopped in front of a small window with light shining through, looked at the "low-cost accommodation" sign pasted above his head, and desperately clasped on the glass window: "Boss, where are you?" Not here? I want to open a room!"

"What a ghost in the middle of the night!"

After knocking for two or three minutes, a woman in bloated clothes and with a sleepy face poked her head out: "Is it possible to open the room? It will be earlier! Our house is closed after 3 o'clock in the evening! Single room 12, hourly room 100, you open how long?"

Han Ying took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills and patted them in front of the woman's eyes: "Prescribe the best one for me! Then I need gauze and hot water! By the way, lend me your mobile phone, I have to make a call!"

The woman yawned, her face full of impatience: "It's so much trouble to open a room? There is no gauze, and the hot water is boiled by yourself! The phone is not borrowed, you can rent it if you want to use it, one yuan per minute in the local area, and three yuan in other places." , if you want, I’ll charge the battery and you come down and get it.” With squinted eyes, she vaguely glanced behind the other person as if she was cheating on someone, and she immediately regained her spirits: “By the way, do you want condoms? Ten yuan a box, cheap for you ..."

Han Yinghuo was so anxious that he didn't care about listening to her nagging, he picked up the key, looked at the room number, and went straight to the second floor.As soon as the door was pushed open, a smell of stale wooden furniture rushed over.Looking around, the most eye-catching thing in the whole room is a big bed, covered with gaudy pink sheets, under the light of the wall lamp of the same color, the spots and traces look very suspicious.On the head of the bed is a poster of an unknown actress, with her breasts half exposed, and she is flirting secretly.

Even now, he couldn't care less about the environment. Considering the wound on Rong Chuan's back, Han Ying didn't dare to let him lie down directly, so he propped up two dirty pillows and helped him lean up slowly. Immediately, he began to rummage around looking for something that could be used to temporarily stop the bleeding.There were not many items in the simple room, but within a few minutes, a rusty kettle was found from the cabinet by the window.Han Ying leaned over to smell it, rushed into the bathroom and brushed vigorously for a while, quickly filled up the water, and plugged in the electricity.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the temperature in the kettle still seemed to be unresponsive. Han Ying tried all the plugs in the room, and finally realized that he might not be able to count on the hot water tonight. He slammed the power cord down hard.Since he was a child, he wanted the wind and the rain, and he never thought that he would be hurt by a pot of hot water.Rong Chuan in front of him was trembling slightly, looking extraordinarily cold. He stood there for a while, became cruel, went downstairs and knocked loudly on the door, begged for a cup of hot water and brought it back amidst the woman's cursing. Room, carefully patted the other person's face: "Rong Chuan, get up and drink some hot water first, I just went down and called, the ambulance will be here in a while!"

Rong Chuan kept his eyes down, his body trembling slightly, facing the hot water that was handed over, he tried to poke his head over, and as soon as his body moved, the tearing sensation from his back immediately made him hum in a low voice.

Han Ying stood helplessly for a while, then simply lifted the cup and took a sip by himself, sat on the bed and held the back of the other's head, pressed his lips, and poured hot water into the other's mouth little by little.

Rong Chuan lost a lot of blood, and he avoided it a little while his whole body was cold, so he didn't intend to be hypocritical about these details, and leaned weakly in the other's arms, enduring this kiss-like posture.After drinking half a cup of hot water intermittently, feeling the warmth in his body, he turned his head slightly away, snorted and chuckled: "Ying Juju's ability to take advantage of the fire is also very good!"

Han Ying had a face of lying down and mocking, he didn't speak, and didn't intend to let go at all. He just adjusted his posture slightly and hugged him tightly from behind.

In the silent silence, only the old wall clock on the wall was ticking softly, and the time of each tick of the second hand seemed so empty and long.Rong Chuan leaned against Han Ying's chest drowsily, the wound that hadn't stopped bleeding made even a slight struggle seem so extravagant, waiting became the only thing he could do right now.In a daze, the chest against his back gradually heated up. Han Ying seemed to quietly let go of his hand and shrank back a bit, but such a close contact made him immediately realize something.

"Han Ying, you are fucking crazy! When is this going to make you think of such a thing?"

The part on the back waist did not know when it became hot, openly showing the owner's passionate desire.No matter how good-tempered Rong Chuan was, he couldn't help but get angry at this moment, and swears a lot on rare occasions.

Han Ying quickly let go of his hands, shrank to the corner of the wall, and explained in a flustered voice: "I don't want... I don't want to do anything to you at this time, I just want to hug you to keep you warm. But I can't help it... I can't help it as soon as I hold you!"

Rong Chuan didn't speak, and gritted his teeth tightly. Han Ying had never seen him so livid and truly angry, and couldn't help feeling more guilty, and continued to carry out self-examination: "I know I'm a mourner, you met me I have never encountered any good things since then. When I was still catching gangsters, I kept hurting you, and finally caused you to quit the circle. If I hadn’t relied on you to come to Dongguan now, you wouldn’t have been hurt at all. In this way, I...I really hate myself!"

Rong Chuan was so shocked that he could no longer care about what he was talking about, and warned in a hoarse voice: "Han Ying, there are only three things. It was the first time on the fish steak before, and today is the first time." The second time. If there is a third time, I..." When he said this, he suddenly coughed violently, and his whole body convulsed violently under the anger and pain.

Han Ying looked at his face that was so white that there was no trace of blood, and his back that was soaked in red, completely panicked.Climbing over a few steps, holding his hand tightly, his voice was already crying: "Rong Chuan, how are you doing? Don't scare me...you talk to me!"

A simple touch is now regarded as a plague, Rong Chuan mercilessly pulled out his hand, struggling to shrink back.

Someone in the next room finally knocked on the wall unbearably harassed: "Why is it noisy? It's the middle of the night and people are not allowed to sleep. If you want to cry, hurry up tomorrow!"

Han Ying knelt there as if he hadn't heard of it, but he didn't dare to go forward under the disgust of the other party. In panic, his low cry quickly turned into a complete wail: "Okay! Don't say anything , I know. I will never cause trouble for you again! Even if you don’t want to sleep with me for the rest of your life, I will admit it!... As long as you are okay this time, you can hate me no matter how much you don’t want to see me in the future !

The sound of weeping and weeping wafted through the messy hut, and it was like a huge mockery under the spring-like gaze of the pin-up girl.His tone sounded so firm, yet so sad, as if he had finally made up his mind to let go of an old treasure that had been treasured. Distorted with tears.

In a trance, Rong Chuan seemed to hear a burst of noisy footsteps rushing in, followed by Han Ying's hysterical struggle and crying: "Don't pay attention to me, I'm fine, you save him first... Save him!"

The messy and distorted face from crying was the last picture before his eyes before he was carried into the ambulance.

After that, the crying gradually became distant, and the bone-chilling fatigue completely isolated all perceptions.