Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

Mu Nancheng didn't have evil thoughts when he kissed him, he just saw that Xiao Ran was about to lose his breath, but when he kissed him, he realized that he had underestimated his evil thoughts all the time.

Xiao Ran huddled in the triangle area of ​​the elevator wall, Mu Nancheng knelt in front of him, his tall body completely enveloped him in his arms.

The moment his lips and tongue touched, the rationality in Mu Nancheng's mind seemed to be out of control automatically.

He clasped the back of Xiao Ran's head with one hand, and pinched his chin with the other. His posture was firm, but the strength of his fingers and lips and teeth was controlled extremely lightly.

Knowing that the timing was wrong and the occasion was wrong, Mu Nancheng couldn't stop it.

Years of longing and love erupted at the moment when lips and tongues intertwined, flooding all nerves and thinking, and what flowed in the blood vessels seemed to be no longer blood but a sizzling electric current.

Obviously he wanted to transfer his own breath to Xiao Ran, but Mu Nancheng felt that he was the one who couldn't breathe. He even trembled slightly because his muscles were too tense.

"Xiao Ran, Xiao Ran," Mu Nancheng coaxed softly, with great force, as if he wanted to hoop Xiao Ran into his body with blood and bones. He kept kissing the boy's eyebrows, eyelashes, cheeks, There was deep distress in the hoarse voice, "Baby, don't be afraid."

"With me here, no one can hurt you."

The continuous and dense kisses, the intermittent murmurs, the small and restrained panting, the heat in the small space was transpiring, and Xiao Ran's body that was so cold was warming up bit by bit.

His absent-minded eyes gradually gained focus, and the center of the pupil was magnified by Mu Nancheng, staring intently at his face.

The boundless, long-familiar masculine scent almost filled all his senses, with a faint smell of tobacco and a fresh taste of dry wood.

His pale cheeks were gradually stained with blood, but his head was completely blank. Xiao Ran wanted to push away the person in front of him, but his fingers unconsciously grasped a certain piece of fabric, and then a powerful big hand covered the back of his hand, holding his The palm of my hand pressed against a hot, violently beating place.

Bang, bang, bang—

Whose heartbeat is completely out of order.

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In the lounge, only the warm yellow wall lamp was turned on, which lightly and softly spread on Xiao Ran's peaceful sleeping face.

When he is usually awake, his eyes are very big and bright, as clear as snow water, and his pupils are full of childlike innocence, but when he is asleep like this, he shows that kind of thrilling, like Hui ink landscape, with a clear aura Layers of dip-dyed beauty come.

Mu Nancheng's slender fingers slowly slid down his eyelids along his smooth forehead, and his fingertips picked up the fine and slender eyelashes, and then walked to the straight bridge of his nose, lightly touching his skin that had become brittle due to crying The almost transparent cheeks finally landed on his gracefully curved chin.

He knelt on the head of the bed, so cautiously, full of nostalgia, as if he was worshiping a beautiful and fragile rare treasure.

The doctor came and went, but they could only tell that Xiao Ran was not injured. As for why the child was so frightened because he was trapped in the elevator, except for the Song family and Mu Nancheng, no one would know what happened back then.

The incident was extremely simple, yet extremely cruel.

In retaliation, Song Shiming's opponent ordered someone to kidnap Xiao Ran, who was only nine years old. While waiting for the ransom, the kidnapper tortured the child inhumanely.

When Mu Nancheng saw Xiao Ran in the hospital, his whole body was covered with gauze. The kidnappers soaked him in sewage for a long time, the bacteria infected his eyes, and the child's respiratory tract and lungs were also seriously infected. Fingernails were pried off.

The kidnappers sent a nail to Song Shiming's office every few hours.

People outside thought that He Qiao suffered from depression because of his divorce from Song Shiming. In fact, He Qiao's real mental problem was after Xiao Ran was kidnapped and seriously injured. When the woman saw the bloody child brought out by the police, she sent a message on the spot. Crazy.

Mu Nancheng still remembers that when he opened the door of the ward, the child turned his head and "looked" at him on the hospital bed full of sunlight. His beautiful eyes were wrapped in white gauze, and half of his face under the gauze was as pale as A thin piece of crushed ice, as if it could be shattered at the touch of a finger.

At that moment, Mu Nancheng clearly heard something cold and hard in his chest "hula" being knocked to pieces.

In a trance, he saw a chubby little boy holding a model airplane and running on the grassy land, the air was full of the child's cheerful laughter that was as crisp as a bell.

Mu Nancheng couldn't overlap the figures of these two children.

He stood at the door of the ward and almost wanted to flee, but his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

There was a gloomy and sharp voice whispering quietly in Mu Nancheng's ear, like a poisonous snake hissing and spitting out a letter, licking his throat, making his hair stand on end——

【Mu Nancheng, this is your fault. 】

Mu Nancheng stood at the door, shaking like chaff.

Sensing his abnormality, Shen Fengyi patted him on the back:

"What are you doing in a daze, go in!"

Only then did He Qiao see them, she lowered her head and said to the child:

"Aunt Shen and Brother Mu are here to see you. However, say hello to Aunt Shen and Brother Mu."

The child held up his little gauze-wrapped hand, grinned, and yelled crisply:

"Hello, Aunt Shen, and Brother Mu!"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mu Nancheng cautiously stretched out a finger, rubbed the back of the child's hand gently with his fingertips, his voice was trembling, and he uttered two words in pieces:

"Does it hurt...?"

The child tilted his head, as if he felt that Mu Nancheng's voice was familiar, but he was not sure.

Mu Nancheng was so nervous that his palms were full of sweat, Xiao Ran smiled slightly, and said softly:

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

The sunshine that day was unbelievably good, and the fine dust floating in the air could be clearly seen. Through the bright and almost dazzling light, Mu Nancheng could almost see every pore and every blood vessel on the child's cheek.

This child used to have soft flesh on his cheeks, which looked like a plump and clear peach when pinched, but now he was only pale and thin.

Mu Nancheng felt a very thin thread pass through his heart, hanging it bloody in the air, dense pain, like the pervasive smell of disinfectant in this ward flowing into his limbs:

"It hurts, does it hurt?"

Mu Nancheng didn't realize that this question had already been asked once, but the child remembered it himself, and smiled with his lips pursed:

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Accompanied by Shen Fengyi, He Qiao went to do some chores, while Mu Nancheng stayed in the ward to take care of the children.

Xiao Ran suddenly lowered his head the moment He Qiao left, like a little eggplant that had been beaten for a moment.

"what happened to you?"

Mu Nancheng was 19 years old at the time. He had been a little ruffian and a hooligan for many years, and he had bullied many children, but it was the first time he took care of a child. He was still such a little mummy. He was at a loss and a little terrified, so he had to ask, " Are you in pain?"

This is the third time he asked this question, but the child's answer this time was different. He flattened his mouth and almost cried:

"Brother, I hurt."

Mu Nancheng was so panicked that he didn't even know where to put his hands and feet:

"Where does it hurt? You can't cry, your eyes are not good now, if you cry, you may never see in the future..."

"I know," Xiao Ran held up his two swollen little hands, "My hands hurt, very painful."

"Then why didn't you say it just now?"

"I said, Mom is going to cry."

Don't do this, child.

Mu Nancheng was almost going crazy, he was in a state of desperation:

"Then, what to do then?"

"Blow it," the child's little hand almost hit Mu Nancheng's face, and the strong smell of medicine rushed to Mu Nancheng's nostrils, "Brother, blow it."

As he spoke, he puffed up his mouth, as if to demonstrate to Mu Nancheng, blowing into the air with a "huh-huh-".

Mu Nancheng sat behind the child, held him in his arms, then held his hand and gently blew on his fingers.

Those ten fingers were wrapped in gauze, so there was no way for the wind to blow in, but the child sat obediently in his arms, his tightly pursed lips gradually loosened, and his little head tilted into his arms, it was really true. She didn't cry out for pain anymore, and even slowly fell asleep.

The child's body is soft and thin, so pale and weak that it seems that it will break if it is slightly bent.

Mu Nancheng hugged the little creature, tears rolled down his face.

……

"Well……"

The person on the bed uttered a raving, and Mu Nancheng immediately leaned over, stroking his cheek with his palm:

"Xiao Ran, Xiao Ran?"

The light in the room was not bright, but Xiao Ran still raised his hand to touch his eyes, Mu Nancheng grabbed his wrist, "Don't rub your eyes, your eyes are swollen."

Xiao Ran blinked a few times with drooping eyelids, and finally regained his clarity:

"Mr. Mu?"

"It's me," Mu Nancheng asked him in a low voice, "Do you have any discomfort? Is there any pain?"

Consciousness gradually came back, and Xiao Ran's cheeks that regained a little rosiness turned pale again.

Some PTSD patients will forget the circumstances of the attack when they attack, while others will remember it afterwards. Xiao Ran is undoubtedly the latter, and recalling his symptoms is tantamount to another torture.

Mu Nancheng hugged him tightly with the quilt in his arms:

"Don't be afraid, you are safe now, you are not in the elevator, and no one will hurt you, I am here, don't be afraid."

The low and deep voice carried a calming power to calm people's hearts, calming down Xiao Ran's empty and anxious state of mind for no reason.

"I..." There were tears in my eyes, and there was a choked cry in my throat, "I'm not crazy..."

Mu Nancheng suffocated his breath:

"Have you ever been like this before? Some people say you are crazy?"

Xiao Ran nodded aggrievedly:

"I was cured later."

"You're not crazy, it's just a stress reaction, it's my fault," Mu Nancheng felt extremely guilty, "I will never let you take the elevator alone again."

Xiao Ran turned around in surprise:

"you know?"

"I know."

"How did you know?"

"I..." Mu Nancheng licked his lips and said with some difficulty, "I saw you back then, do you remember?"

"Ah, yes," Xiao Ran remembered, "You and your aunt visited me at that time, I remember my aunt's voice, but your voice seems to keep changing."

Mu Nancheng stared at him, with many complicated emotions in his eyes, and finally he just smiled slightly:

"From the time a boy is a teenager, his voice will always change, and his living habits will also affect his timbre, so you can never remember me. In fact, we met each other when you were very young, many, many times."

"Now I can remember, I can recognize you without a voice."

I can remember you without a voice.

The person who said it was careless, but the eyes of the person who listened to it set off a stormy sea.

Xiao Ran also remembered another thing at the same time,

"At that time, you already knew that I was the young master, why didn't you tell me? I looked for you after I was discharged from the hospital, but you never contacted me again..."

"Well," Mu Nancheng interrupted him quickly as if he didn't want to continue the topic, "Do you want some water?"

"I don't want to drink."

"are you hungry?"

"I'm full at noon."

"The people who hurt you back then," Mu Nancheng's jaw tensed, and it seemed difficult for him to say this sentence, "Do you still hate them?"

"Of course." Xiao Ran puffed his cheeks, his eyes were full of anger, "I can't wait! But they were all arrested, and the mastermind died in prison later, scoundrel! You deserve it!"

It was a completely expected answer, but Mu Nancheng was still a bit caught off guard as if he had been hit hard by some heavy object, but Xiao Ran misunderstood his slightly flustered expression.

"I haven't been like this for many years. It was the elevator that kept shaking, like an earthquake," Xiao Ran eagerly explained, he even clenched his fists to imitate the scene of the car shaking up and down, "The lights are also broken, it's pitch black, the outside The steel wire is probably broken too, it keeps buzzing, I usually don't do this..."

He lowered his head, his tone low as if he was pleading, "I don't want to be locked up again."

Mu Nancheng hoarse:

"Who cares about you?"

"Doctor, I was imprisoned for a long time, desensitization treatment..."

"When was that?"

"Twelve... when you are less than 13 years old, they say that neuropathy is also inherited, but in fact, neither my mother nor I are like this," Xiao Ran lowered his head, the ends of his hair that were not completely dry after being soaked in sweat It landed on the eyelids, and there was some unconvinced stubbornness on the small face, "It's not like this anyway."

Mu Nancheng's arms tightened tightly, as if he wanted to embed him into his bones:

"They are all idiots, you are not crazy, I will not let people lock you up, and you don't need desensitization treatment, you are a good boy, everything is fine everywhere."

"With me here, don't be afraid of anything."

It seemed to be a sentence thrown out at random, but Xiao Ran remembered that he had heard Mu Nancheng say it several times, and the simple words uttered by Mu Nancheng seemed to carry a heavy weight.

Xiao Ran has a natural instinct, he can detect whether other people's kindness towards him is from sincerity or pure flattery, no matter what the outside world thinks of Mu Nancheng, and no matter how complicated the status and background of this man is, Xiao Ran can feel that he loves him. Treat yourself well enough.

Like a clear spring flowing through a dry heart, like a ray of warm sun in a cold winter, Xiao Ran turned his head, tilted his head towards Mu Nancheng, and smiled softly.

He looked at Mu Nancheng with clear and bright eyes, full of trust and gratitude, like a lost deer accidentally injured in a foggy forest, dragging his bleeding body around for a long time, and finally bumped into Mu Nancheng. A kind traveler took him home.

Mu Nancheng covered Xiao Ran's eyes, such clear eyes were like a clear mirror, illuminating all the dilapidated corners in the depths of Mu Nancheng's soul.

He managed to squeeze out a sentence from his hot throat:

"Sleep for a while, you need a good rest, I'm here with you."

Xiao Ran shook his head, and broke off Mu Nancheng's hand with both hands. He looked at Mu Nancheng's palm and suddenly laughed.

He remembered these hands, when he hugged him from behind, kept touching his eyes and his face, cold and trembling, at that time his two hands combined were not as wide as the big brother's palm.

Fate comes and goes, and it is you.

It turned out that many years ago, the big brother who hugged him and cheered for him on an autumn afternoon was Mu Nancheng.

Mu Nancheng didn't know what the child was laughing at, but this kind of smile made Mu Nancheng's long-suppressed desire to move like a rising tide, as if it gave him a little courage to speak out.

The man clasped Li Ran's chin with his well-articulated and strong fingers, and the rough fingertips brought a slight tingling pain. Xiao Ran flinched and wanted to shake his head, but Mu Nancheng clasped it even tighter. He leaned over and pressed his forehead against Li Ran. Together, look deeply into Xiao Ran's eyes:

"Do you remember what happened in the elevator earlier?"

Xiao Ran blinked his eyelashes a few times and nodded.

Mu Nancheng examined his expression inch by inch, and didn't see the shyness or refusal to escape that he expected. Xiao Ran's deep eyes met his gaze, as calmly as if he was saying something about the nice weather and what he had for lunch. topic.

Mu Nancheng didn't know how Xiao Ran and Fu Yuxing defined their relationship as a couple, but now he discovered that Xiao Ran didn't seem to have a clear sense of gender.

Although the two of them are of the same sex, Xiao Ran doesn't seem to know that he is someone who can fall in love with him, kiss him, hug him, and even possess him.

Fortunately, Xiao Ran was not aware of the danger of Mu Nancheng, so after marriage, he never avoided Mu Nancheng's intentional or unintentional closeness to him. Unfortunately, his positioning of Mu Nancheng had the deviation that Mu Nancheng least wanted.

The heart was suddenly grabbed and sank to the invisible depths, Mu Nancheng still held the corners of his mouth unwillingly, and asked with a smile:

"Then you still remember how you behaved, huh?"

Mu Nancheng's expression was half-joking and half-serious.

Xiao Ran was stunned for a moment, his ice-like jade face finally showed a little blush, he raised his hand to cover his face, and smiled embarrassedly:

"Mr. Mu, have you turned the page? And your artificial respiration technique is really bad!"

Xiao Ran's lips are painful and numb up to now, Mu Nancheng is not doing artificial respiration, but seems to be eating people.

Artificial respiration, you teapot bubbles!

"I can't turn it over." Mu Nancheng stood up, and tapped his lower lip with his fingers, "You probably don't know that you, Mr. Mu, have never suffered a disadvantage. This is my first kiss. Think about what you use to kiss me." pay……"

Before Mu Nancheng finished speaking, Xiao Ran was already bending over with the quilt in his arms, laughing so hard that he was about to pout.

He didn't believe it, Mu Nancheng stood by the bed, helplessly squeezed the aching brows, and a little coolness flooded his heart.

He doesn't believe it, I've only kissed him alone.

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感谢在2020-05-2023:58:45~2020-05-2210:17:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Lin Xin 8;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of ymh; 2 bottles of glutinous rice balls;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!