Mountains and seas have a home

The road is 200 meters away from Lake Baikal, and birch trees are planted on both sides. The railing from the lake shore to the road was originally tidal flats and grasslands.Ji Yao said that when he was studying in Russia, he came here in summer.In summer, the shore of the lake is covered with fragrant grasses and white flowers, the forest is lush, squirrels jump from the branches to the road, and chase wood sparrows.

Fu Zhong listened to him talk about the summer days, filled with the fragrance of peaches, and the sweetness of mung beans, cherries and melons.Fu Zhong looked at Ji Yao's exuberant expression, and imagined the long summer without his participation, the broken ice bumped against the wall, and clanged.

"Did the chief come here alone?" Fu Zhong suddenly asked sourly. He looked at the birch trees receding rapidly outside the car window, and the sleds speeding across the ice.

Ji Yao said: "I came here with my college classmates. They come here every summer to escape the heat, and they even called me away."

Fu Zhong hummed lightly, propped his head up and leaned against the window, and the snow drifted past the tip of his hair as it wiped the glass.There are no vehicles on the road, and the slim mountains can be seen in the distance. There are actually dots of lights between the two mountains, reflected on the blurred ice surface.

Ji Yao saw that he was silent, and the corners of his mouth were still curled up, biting his own lips quietly.Suddenly smelled a sour smell of purple berries, like mulberry seeds hidden under the leaves, Ji Yao thought about it for a while, and he understood a lot of the taste.

The road was smooth and straight, walking around the shoreline of the lake, Ji Yao freed one hand to fiddle with Fu Zhong's earlobe, and said, "What's the matter? What do you want to say? I saw you biting your lip."

Fu Zhong raised his hand to clasp Ji Yao's fingers, and rubbed them in the palm of his hand. He kissed his fingertips one by one, scratching the lines on his palm: "The chief was so happy when he went out with others. I was still sitting in K University at that time. I miss you in my classroom. I flipped through the calendar and counted the days until the end of studying abroad. I went swimming every night and sat by the swimming pool drinking iced coffee, although I couldn’t accept the taste for a while.”

This happened many years ago, and it was a secret that Fu Zhong kept in his heart. He never let outsiders know about it, and only recalled it alone in the dead of night.

"I was hanging out with other people, but I was thinking of you all the time. They went hunting in the woods together, and I sat by the lake fishing alone, and I would leave a seat next to me and imagine you sitting next to me .”

Fu Zhong bit his finger, biting Ji Yao back and tapped a little on the bridge of his nose, Fu Zhong said with a smile: "Chief, so you started to miss me at that time?"

"You have so many tricks, you can make people fascinated." Ji Yao tilted his head and smiled, the car was turning a gentle detour, driving on a side road, and driving to the lit mountain depression, "My knowledge is not that advanced , I was hooked by you long ago."

Ji Yao admits that his practice is still shallow, and he has not escaped the red line of Fu Zhong. He retracts his hand and holds the steering wheel. Driving with one hand does not comply with traffic rules.Fu Zhong looked at his profile with his chin propped up, and said, "It would have been better if it had been a few years earlier, and I wouldn't have to think about it day and night, tossing and turning."

In countless lonely nights, he lay on the bed and thought of Ji Yao's face, he hugged the quilt and curled up in a ball, the eyes of that person in the dream were as faint as the Milky Way, lingering.

Ji Yao just smiled and said nothing, he watched the lights in the distance disperse into stars in the sky, although they missed many opportunities, fortunately many years have passed, the clouds are blooming, the moon is shining, and the flowers are shining, and there are still old friends beside him, and there are still infinite memories. Think about it.

"Here we are." Ji Yao stopped the car under the tree, the lights illuminated the car window, and half of his collar, a Siberian apricot plum was blooming beside the marble pillar.

Fu Zhong looked at the time. They drove on the road for two hours. He saw Xingmei pressed in the snow through the ice crystals on the car window: "Where is this?"

"The small town of Baikalsk, this is the Kuhari Hot Spring Hotel, and a little further in is the Loliha Alpine Lake." Ji Yao pointed to the snow-covered mountain peaks in the distance, "I stayed at the hot spring hotel for one night today, it's cold , Bubble hot spring nourishes the body and helps your body recover.”

It sounds like a good idea, plum blossoms and Luoxue are always very emotional, Fu Zhong tightens his cuffs with eyelashes drooping.Ji Yao pushed off the seat belt, pulled out the car key, and was about to get off when Fu Zhong pulled back his arm, raised his hand to support his chin, and their lips touched.

"Why do you always kiss me?" Ten seconds later, Ji Yao pushed Fu Zhong's shoulder away and panted, "We have just been together, is our relationship going to improve like this?"

Fu Zhong rubbed his ears, and the back of Ji Yao's neck felt warm. Fu Zhong rubbed Ji Yao's forehead and said, "We have loved each other for four years, but that sentence is missing. So we should put To make up for all the four years of love, every second counts."

Ji Yao frowned and looked up at him with a faint smile.Scraping the bridge of his nose, he turned and opened the door to get out of the car, wrapped his collar tightly and stepped on his feet, Zhao Fu Zhong hurried down.Fu Zhong weighed a plum blossom in Ji Yao's palm, helped him carry the bag, and walked into the hotel with warm yellow lights together.

I asked for an independent hot spring pool, and a wooden house was built beside the pool. The solid wooden piles were put together, and the top was covered with thick dry thatch, and dried flowers were hung under the mother-of-pearl windows. This is the architecture of a Russian classical wooden house. style.

Ji Yao undressed Fu Zhong, hung the windbreaker on the rack for him, and told him to go into the water after changing into a bathrobe.The hot spring was steaming, making people's faces flushed, the snow beside the pool melted, and the stone slabs were slippery when stepped on.

"Chief, don't you want to go down?" Fu Zhong asked him while buckling his belt, Ji Yao was still wearing neat clothes, even the leather shoes were spotless.

Ji Yao shook his head, raised his hand and tore off his belt: "I'm not going into the water, so I brought you here. Go down, the water is very hot, and I'll bring you a plate."

"Why didn't the chief go into the water?" Fu Zhong leaned on the rocks on the shore, holding up a fallen plum blossom from the water.

"I said I brought you here on purpose, so what's the point of me going into the water?"

Ji Yao brought a plate with a stack of gingerbread and bird custard topped with strawberries.Ji Yao weighed a strawberry and fed it to Fu Zhong's mouth, and poured him a glass of kvass.

"I didn't ask for yogurt, otherwise I would have made you a strawberry yogurt." Ji Yao felt a little regretful, "This is kvass, a traditional drink here, I don't know if you are used to it, try it, it tastes very good Clear."

Fu Zhong picked clean fallen flowers from the stones, placed them on the cake plate, dipped a drop of kvass with his finger, and stroked along the cup wall.The hot spring water was steaming hot, Fu Zhong was submerged in the water mist, his hair was getting wet gradually, Ji Yao sat down on the shore with the hem of his windbreaker folded.

There was clean snow piled up at his feet, Ji Yao leaned over and grabbed the snow foam and kneaded them into balls, then threw them into the hot spring, and the snow foam melted instantly.Fu Zhong fiddled with the water, shaking the cup to look at Ji Yao: "What's the point of you looking at it from above, your boyfriend is standing in front of you naked, don't you feel moved at all?"

Excited?Of course I'm excited.Ji Yao has seen Fu Zhong's figure before, especially the muscles on his arms, which rise and fall, just the way he likes it.Although Ji Yao liked it very much, he still shook his head when he thought of the scar on his back.

The scar stretched from the shoulder to the waist, a large area of ​​burn marks, unsightly, and he always despised it.

Fu Zhong has no choice, he can't force others to be difficult, he has to respect the chief, although he really wants to use some extreme methods.Since there is no water, it is always wonderful to have a cup of kvass together, and Fu Zhong handed him the cup.

Ji Yao leaned over to take the cup, didn't drink it, and put it on the low stool next to it, falling next to each other.Just as Fu Zhong wanted to say that he was puzzled, Ji Yao held Fu Zhong's wrist, lowered his head to enclose his fingers, and walked the tip of his tongue over his fingertips.

"The taste in the cup is too weak, and the few drops you dipped in are sweeter." Ji Yao said, his ears were a little red, and his hands were trembling slightly.It is estimated that it is the first time to do such a move, and I am actually panicked.

Fu Zhong is used to flirting with the chief executive, but he is not as easy to blush as Ji Yao. Recalling the action just now, Fu Zhong caught a glimpse of apricot plums at the end of his eyes, which will bear plump apricot fruits in the coming year. The flowers and leaves are fragrant, full of burning hints .

Ji Yao withdrew his hands, leaned back on the soft fur cushion, lowered his head and put his toes against the thin layer of snow, looked at Fu Zhong's face, and quickly lowered his eyelids again.

"Chief." Fu Zhong folded his hands on the marble, raised his chin to look at Ji Yao's face, and raised his lips, "Your face is red, Chief Ji, you taught us to be calm."

Fu Zhong's words made Ji Yao's heart thump again, what kind of evil tricks are these, have you lowered your head, why is he against the general everywhere.

"You have to be flexible when things go wrong. Don't you think it's boring to be unafraid at this time? You're my boyfriend. If you don't make me blush and heartbeat, are you willing to let it go?"

Ji Yao plucked out his moist hair, exposing his forehead, with eyes embedded under his long eyebrows, and a high nose bridge, no matter how good-looking and long, it's no wonder some people say that God is partial.

"I'll go inside to change clothes, you stay here. There's still some cake left, I'll buy you anything else you want to eat."

"It's not good to eat these at night. Chief, go change your clothes. I'll wait for you."

Snowflakes fell on Ji Yao's shoulders in the heat, a lamp was on in the withered bushes, and turtledoves flew up from behind the eaves.

Ji Yao went to the inner room to change clothes, took off the clothes on her body, and turned her back to look in the mirror. If the scars on her back were seen by others, it would definitely cause strong discomfort.Ji Yao turned her eyes away, leaned on the sink and rubbed her eyebrows, and couldn't help sighing softly.

Going out, Fu Zhong swayed his long legs and stepped on the carpet to pack his things. Ji Yao leaned against the door rail with his back: "What are you doing up here? Didn't I tell you to stay underwater? Soak for a while, and feel more comfortable when you sleep .”

Fu Zhong shook off the teddy bear blanket, spread it on the bed, turned around the end of the bed and put his arms around Ji Yao's waist, hugged him and said, "I miss you, I'll come up."

Ji Yao wiped him off: "You missed me in just 2 minutes?"

"Think about it for a second," Fu Zhong bowed his head and kissed his face, "I don't think about it all the time."

Ji Yao was defeated.

Fu Zhong saw that he had changed his clothes, and asked: "The chief is going to go into the water? Then I will go with you."

"No, I'm going to lie on the bed and rest." Ji Yao raised his legs and straddled the edge of the bed, "Since you're here too, pack up and go to bed if you're okay."

The chief just straddled one leg in front of him like this. He has long legs, so it's hard to control at ordinary times, let alone now.Fu Zhong wanted to cross his legs, but he knew it was not the time, peeking out the window, plum blossoms were in full bloom.

"Shall we share a bed?"

"Do you see a second bed in this room?"

Fu Zhong pecked his lips once, and his heart was about to be carried away by the turtledove, and the night bird's lonely song was coming from under the eaves.Fu Zhong went to take a shower and stood in front of the mirror to straighten his hair. He was as happy as eating sugar, and his heart was covered with honey.

Wrapped in a blanket, Ji Yao rolled twice on the bed, covering her mouth, revealing a pair of eyes looking out of the mother-of-pearl glass window, plum blossoms reflected on the dead branches, and half of the window edge was illuminated by the light.He smiled quietly, like a young man who had just tasted love at the age of eighteen or nineteen.

When I came out, I saw the chief leaning on the bed and flipping through a thick magazine, maybe it was already in the room.Fu Zhong sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his collar tighter for him, saying: "The collar is so open, are you deliberately seducing me? You clearly know that my mind is not pure."

Ji Yao suddenly grabbed the collar of the nightgown, flicked his fingers, and the magazine fell on the bed.Fu Zhong stretched out his hand to pull the book over, Ji Yao knelt up to fight for it, the blanket was wrapped around his calf and couldn't be stretched all of a sudden, he slid down while grabbing onto Fu Zhong's shoulder.

It doesn't matter if it slides down, after all, Fu Zhong has sharp eyesight and quick hands, and he can be faster than a cobra.He hugged Ji Yao, put his arms on his back, turned him over, and lay on his lap.She lowered her eyes and touched the bridge of his nose, took off Ji Yao's glasses, and lowered her head to kiss his lips.

Just as he was kissing the burning place, Ji Yao's cell phone vibrated by the bedside suddenly, he hurriedly got up to answer it, it was Shanhua calling, what a damn sight.

"What's the matter with you? I told you not to bother me with things other than the mission. I'm busy here." Ji Yao was upset, sitting cross-legged, with Fu Zhong next to his shoulder, lingering on his neck.

"What are you busy with? You don't see anyone all day long, and you will be crossing soon, can you have some snacks?"

"I'm tired these days, come out and relax." Ji Yao frowned, thinking about how to end the call quickly, "Where did you go when I was in endless meetings? Now come to support me?"

"Okay, okay, I know you are the busiest, with a lot of work to do every day, I think you are not at the base, so I will call and ask, what are you in a hurry for?"

Just as Ji Yao was about to reply, Fu Zhong pressed the back of his head and blocked his lips. Undoubtedly, he suppressed all of Ji Yao's voice into a short syllable. The phone fell into the quilt, and Ji Yao hung up in a hurry. There it stopped abruptly.

"What the hell." Shanhua muttered, continuing to read his newspaper.

Ji Yao hooked Fu Zhong's neck to respond to his kiss. After holding it down for four years, all those secret emotions burst into one place, like the Yellow River bursting its embankment, out of control.This is not a kiss with a touch of water and autumn rain, but a fierce match that hits the heart and wants to go crazy.

Fu Zhong kissed him until his whole body went limp, but his body, which had been burned by the fire and frozen by the ice field, was as gentle as spring rain apricot blossoms.Outside the window, a plum tree is quietly blooming, and the sky in Siberia is quiet and lofty, without noise or intrigue.

The kiss moved down from the lips, moved to the neck, and then rubbed the earlobe, biting the collarbone.Ji Yao raised her chin and let his hair rub against the most sensitive part of her body. Ji Yao was very aware of her body, the part behind her ears would react when touched.

Fu Zhong's slender and powerful hands that had played the piano grabbed Ji Yao's shoulders, his fingers gently pushed aside the collar, and his fingertips slid across his chest.Ji Yao trembled suddenly, raised his hand to hold Fu Zhong's wrist, and the latter's fingers curled up, leaving the skin an inch.

"Enough, stop." Ji Yao said softly.

Fu Zhong's forehead rested on his collarbone, and his breath hit his chest, numb and itchy.He put down his hands, propped himself up in front of Ji Yao, and was inexplicably emotional just now, and almost shot his gun.

"I'm sorry sir, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Ji Yao rubbed his hair without blaming him, propped himself up and leaned on the cushion, covered his eyes with his hand and panted.He had his collar pulled tight, and the belt around his waist was firmly tied, and only one leg was looming.

Fu Zhong sat beside him, and Ji Yao took advantage of the situation to lean his head over and put it on Fu Zhong's shoulder.Fu Zhong tilted his head to smell the fragrance of Ji Yao's hair, and flipped through the magazine in his hand. It was a travel magazine, introducing famous mountains and rivers around the world.

"Chief, Chinese New Year is coming in February. We can't go home this year. Have you told your family?"

Ji Yao clasped her hands and quietly counted the days. The New Year's Day is at the beginning of February, and it's less than half a month away.He pursed his lips, shrank his legs, and said in a muffled voice, "No."

Fu Zhong knew that the chief's family relationship was rather special. His father didn't know his life or death, and he seemed to have an insoluble conflict with his mother. He didn't go home all year round, and he didn't communicate with each other.Fu Zhong didn't know what to say, and he was afraid of meddling when he talked too much.

Hearing Fu Zhong's soft voice, Ji Yao flipped through the phone, clicked on the contacts and looked through for a long time, stopped at the column of mother, and never dialed out.After hesitating for a long time, Ji Yao pressed the dial button and leaned on Fu Zhong's shoulder to listen to the call.

The train was still moving, and there were no lights to be seen on the field.The shining white dome lights in the aisle were on, and there was silence in the carriage, only the clang of wheels could be heard.

Ji Mu carried the purse and walked to the end of the carriage without making a sound. She looked at the carriages on both sides, but there was no one coming and going, and the silence was abnormally quiet.The train shook slightly, and Mother Ji took out a pistol from her purse, loaded it, and put it in her pocket calmly when she turned around.

Everything around is as usual, and the flight attendant has not come to check.When facing the mirror, a tall man suddenly came out from the left compartment, wearing a black windbreaker with a stand-up collar, and carrying a heavy suitcase in his hand.

Ji's mother clenched the handle of the gun in her pocket. The man in the black windbreaker glanced at her, expressionless, turned around and put the suitcase on the sink, took off his gloves and washed his hands.

The mobile phone in the purse rang suddenly, and Ji's mother took it out to see that it was a call from her son.She looked up in the mirror, and the man was watching her from the mirror.Ji's mother answered the phone calmly, leaning over to listen.

"mom......"

Ji Yao only said one word on the phone, and Ji's mother immediately hung up the phone, and when she turned around to look, the man who was washing his hands just now disappeared at some point, only the faucet was still dripping slowly.