Winning deal

After a few sentences, he couldn't continue speaking, Budu consciously looked away, his chest heaved up and down uncontrollably, and he seemed a little agitated.

"No, no. Don't scare yourself."

The man was silent for a long time, as if the air was about to freeze, "...Boss, I remembered the time when my grandfather passed away."

"Why are they so cruel..."

"I really don't want... to be alone anymore."

Recalling Budu who swallowed white pills day after day in those years, always depressed and pale, Zhang Kui felt a pain in his heart.

Perhaps, for him, Zhuo Mu was no longer as simple as wanting to be a partner.

His appearance was probably a rare consolation in Budu's dull and boring days, and occasionally difficult days.

After peeling an apple, he handed it to Zhuomu, but Jing Qi moved his hand when he was about to take it, and Zhuomu was caught empty-handed.

Seeing this, Zhuo Mu grinned, thinking that Jing Qi was teasing him, "Boss, you..."

"What is he to you."

Zhuomu raised his eyes to look at Jing Qi, and slowly closed his smile. Jing Qi, who always loves to joke, didn't see any jokes in his eyes at this time, "... who?"

"What do you think."

"It's the Lord..."

"You are avoiding me, Zhuomu." Jing Qi interrupted him without any hesitation, "Do you want me to ask you again?"

"Okay then," even though Zhuo Mu only responded with silent resistance, Jing Qi didn't seem to want to let him go, "In this case, let me ask you, have you not recognized your identity and violated the rules? ?”

"Do you think this kind of behavior is arrogance?" Zhuo Mu's hunched back suddenly straightened, without saying a word, full of low pressure.

"Or, for you, the man 'Bu Du' is actually more than just a contract?"

"Why did you come to Huajing?"

Jing Qi's words were like a sharp knife, cutting through his pretense word by word, the voice of questioning echoed in his mind, he was not allowed to hide at all.

"You've been running away for too long, Zhuomu."

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Chapter 41

"You've been running away for too long, Zhuomu."

"Why so slow." The luggage conveyor belt had already turned, but Luan Yue didn't see the boxes come out for a long time.

"Well, yes, I just got off the plane." Zhang Kuo parked the cart next to the conveyor belt, while looking at his phone, saw Jing Qi's text message, and called back.

"Really?" After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Zhang Kui was both surprised and delighted, "It's okay, it's fine....Eh? Budu?"

Zhang Kui looked around, "Let's go to the bathroom."

"That's good." Jingqing listened to the phone with his shoulder resting on his shoulders, flipping a CD with his free hands as if by magic, flashing it under the bar lamp, "It's time to add fire."

["We don't have to be together."]

["People like me..."]

["It's enough to be a flashing meteor in his life."]

After hanging up the phone, Ike carefully put the disc back into the transparent case, leaned against the seat, and didn't want to do anything.

"Huajing is very different."

After the group boarded the taxi, Zhang Kui looked at the ancient brick and tile buildings outside the window, and suddenly had a feeling, "There is a record in the classics, 'The one who arrives at Huajing', so someone euphemistically said: 'Forgive me place.'"

"Zhuomu is very good at picking places." Zhang Kuan mentioned this intentionally or unintentionally.

"Forgiveness..." For some reason, he read it softly.And at this moment, Luan Yue also said, "I have been here with Zhuo Mu."

"The oranges in Huajing are delicious."

Every day at six o'clock in the afternoon, it is the time for Jingqian to open the door.

Zhuomu looked at the time, and then saw the continuous flow of guests from the gate, involuntarily, he knew what he was expecting.

He took off part of the bandage wrapped around his wrist and tried to move around.Playing tunes should be no problem.

But when Budu got out of the car and entered the door, the first scene that caught his eyes made him unable to calm down for a long time.

On the high stool under the spotlight, the man was holding a guitar, his broken hair covered part of his forehead, and the white plaster on his right arm was very eye-catching, but it didn't affect his nimble fingertips in the slightest.

The melody is a bit familiar.

"Imagine without you"

After Zhuomu raised his head, he seemed to have noticed him, and the corner of his mouth curled up, smiling at him.

After that, they looked at each other like glue, as if they had forgotten everything around them, and only each other could be accommodated in the small space.

Suddenly, I remembered all the previous things and spliced ​​them together.

Like cotton in water, little by little, floating, immersed, blending.

As the last note disappeared into the air, Budu slowly drew his soul out of it.

"Everyone."

"I want to announce something." Before realizing who the man was on the stage, he saw that the man had already leaned over and kissed Zhuo Mu's lips.

"Fuck..." Bu Du's blurted out words still lingered, and at the same time, there was a loud slap from the microphone.

Zhuo Mu, who reacted the fastest, turned his head to look at Bu Du in shock, and then looked back at Jing Qi with guilt, "...hug...sorry..."

Jing Qi turned around and kissed his thumb playfully towards Budu in the audience, and smiled cunningly.Regardless of the wound on his face, he stepped down with a look of hiding his merit and fame, and gave a high five to Zhang Kui who also had a smile on his face.

"Why are you still standing there?" Luan Yue pushed Bu Du forward, "The ring is moldy."

"Together!" Jing Qi made a trumpet shape with his hands, leading the surrounding guests who didn't know the truth to boo, "Together! Together! Together!..."

"...I knew I would wear better clothes..."

Still the same position, close to the pocket of the heart.

"Zhuomu." Bu Du's voice was silent, even the surrounding voices overshadowed him, but Zhuomu's eyes immediately responded.

"like you."

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Chapter 42

"Zhuomu." Bu Du's voice was silent, even the surrounding voices overshadowed him, but Zhuomu's eyes immediately responded.

"like you."

In view of Zhuo Mu's body still recovering, Bu Du and Zhuo Mu left early.

Naturally, Luan Yue and Zhang Kui would not bother the young couple, so they stayed and had a good drink with Jing Qi, who had established a deep comrade-in-arms relationship.

On the way back to Zhuomu's temporary rented house, along the narrow stone-brick road, Budu shook his right arm, and then calmly took the hand of the man beside him, wearing a ring.

Zhuo Mu looked ahead, secretly bit his lips and smiled, without refusing.

Even though they were outside the door, when Zhuo Mu took out the key, the two of them didn't let go of their hands.

After entering the room, Zhuomu fumbled to turn on the light, but after Budu closed the door, he quickly turned around and wrapped Zhuomu between his arms and the wall.

The distance between the two can be touched, even the sound of breathing is entangled, and their eyes are facing each other, as if time has stagnated.

Zhuo Mu didn't seem surprised, as if he had expected something: "The boss dragged you away after dinner."

"Yeah, he showed me something unpleasant, so I'm in a very bad mood right now." Budu emphasized the word "bad" when speaking, his lips resting on Zhuo Mu's side neckline , like an evil spirit waiting to lick its sharp fangs into the blood vessels of the neck.

Zhuo Mu thought that his guess was pretty close, and he lowered his eyes to avoid Bu Du's gaze, and after a long silence, he said in a low voice, "Then do you still want me?"

In that CD was the video of Luan Yue and the trafficker the night he escaped from prison.

The words of affirmation had already reached his lips, but he suddenly changed his mind, "Then it depends on...it depends on your performance..."

Before the words finished, Zhuomu used his uninjured hand to hold Budu's cheeks towards him, and kissed them earnestly.

Bu Du's eyes widened, looking at Zhuo Mu whose eyelashes trembled slightly and closed his eyes.

This is the first time he took the initiative.

How could Bu Du resist such teasing?With a surge of blood, he immediately regained the initiative. After several months of longing, the unbearable displeasure while watching the video, and the strong love, he just wanted to pour it into Zhuo Mu's body and mind all at once through the method of encroachment. , and heart.

His tongue gently slid across his lips, but his hands impatiently undid the buttons that got in the way.

The palm with body temperature passes from the collarbone to the chest and navel, caressing, and then gradually descending...

"You've lost weight, Zhuomu." There was a little distress in his tone, "Are your hands alright?"

Zhuo Mu raised his arms above his head, proving with practical actions that there was no hindrance.

His black shirt was half open, and the white plaster bandage added a sense of religion. His eyes were bright and clear, like a winged angel offering sacrifices: "Feed me, master."

What an evil word, but it tickles his heart and arouses his desire to sink deeper and deeper somewhere.

With a hoarse voice, Bu Du's voice was lazy and sexy, "As you wish, baby."

It was late at night after taking a bath, and the two of them cuddled together on the single bed.

Tired of traveling and strenuous exercise, Budu finally let go of his tired heart after two days, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Zhuo Mu looked at him sideways, he hadn't seen such heavy dark circles under his eyes for three months, his handsome face seemed to be rougher a lot.

This man must not remember.

The scene where they first meet.

That day when he was handing out leaflets on the pedestrian street, the wind was so strong that they were blown away by accident.

he happened to pass by