fierce dog

The inside of the factory is very large, with a total of three floors. It is dark and there is not much light. The building materials that have been abandoned for a long time can be seen everywhere on the ground, and they have been nested by spiders.

Song Zhou was obviously very familiar with this place, skillfully avoided the obstacles on the ground, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Only when Mo Dong followed suit did he know why Song Zhou came here.

"Is this your secret base?" He turned around curiously, a bit like a child playing an adventure game.

Song Zhou ignored Mo Dong, sat on the sofa by the wall which was obviously old, and poured himself a glass of water from the large mineral water bottle next to him.

That's right, in this abandoned factory there are sofas, 5L mineral water bottles, and Song Zhou's exclusive cups.

Not only that, there are several boxes of instant noodles on the shelf next to it, and there is even a kettle on the ground.

This small corner on the second floor of the factory has obviously become Song Zhou's exclusive world.

Sitting opposite Song Zhou, Mo Dong glanced at the kettle on the ground and asked curiously, "Is there electricity here?"

"No." Song Zhou said.

"What is the kettle for?"

Song Zhou raised his chin and nodded to a small pile of ashes that had already been extinguished in the corner next to him. Mo Dong nodded understandingly: "Look for a fire to boil water."

Song Zhou ignored Mo Dong, as if he was extremely tired, he sank into the dilapidated sofa that even the skin was torn, and closed his eyes.

Mo Dong didn't speak any more, and breathed softly, so as not to disturb Song Zhou.

He turned his head and looked at this imperfect, even a bit shabby secret base, feeling a little envious in his heart.

If only he had such a place when he was a child, he could come here when he was tired, when he was sad, and when he missed his mother.

Song Zhou didn't rest for too long, he opened his eyes and looked at Mo Dong, asking why he hadn't left yet.

Mo Dong actually didn't really want to leave, he liked this place very much, it was very suitable for staying alone quietly.

Obviously Song Zhou thought so too.

"You should go," Song Zhou said coldly, "I won't jump into the river, and there is no river here."

Mo Dong turned his head and looked at the small window next to him, but it could allow a person to jump out: "I'm worried that you will jump off the building."

Song Zhou frowned, and before he could speak, Mo Dong turned his head and looked at the fresh wound on his face: "Does your wound need to be treated?"

Song Zhou got up and took out a plastic bag from the shelf next to it, which was opened to treat the wound.

Mo Dong clicked his tongue a little, thinking how often he was injured, so he hid so many medicines in the secret base.

Thinking about the many times he and Song Zhou met, except for the first two times, Song Zhou's face was covered with injuries, and each time it was an old injury before it healed, and a new injury was added, and they were not complete.

Because there was no mirror, Song Zhou's action of applying the medicine seemed a little clumsy. Mo Dong couldn't stand it anymore, got up and took the cotton swab in his hand, and said, "Let me help you."

Song Zhou's body paused, but unexpectedly he did not reject Mo Dong's action.

Mo Dong was very careful when applying the medicine, for fear that it would leave scars on Song Zhou's face.

In fact, he wanted to say before that Song Zhou was either injured in this way or in that way all day long. It would be a pity if scars were left, because Bai has such a beautiful face.

After disinfecting and applying iodine, Mo Dong threw the dirty cotton swab into the trash can next to it, and said to Song Zhou, "It's done."

Song Zhou opened his eyes and stared at Mo Dong.

Mo Dong felt uncomfortable being watched by him, and raised his hand to touch his face, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Do you like men?" Song Zhou's tone and expression did not change at all, and he looked at Mo Dong very calmly.

Although the words he asked were interrogative sentences, they were obviously affirmative when he said them.

Mo Dong didn't expect Song Zhou to throw a bomb suddenly, his hands shook, and some iodophor spilled out.

"I heard you talking that day." Song Zhou said.

"That day?" Mo Dong opened his mouth, remembering the conversation he had with Chen Ran in front of the teaching building that day, "You..."

"I didn't mean to listen, it's just that it's not suitable to come out in that situation." Song Zhou glanced at the crimson liquid on Mo Dong's hand, and handed him a tissue.

Mo Dong took the tissue, lowered his head silently and wiped the iodophor on his hands, then twisted the cap of the iodophor bottle and put it into a plastic bag.

"So." After finishing all this, he raised his head to look at Song Zhou, "Why did you bring this up all of a sudden?"

Song Zhou paused for a moment, and then continued to say in a calm voice: "I don't like men, so don't cling to me."

"What?" Mo Dong widened his eyes, pointed at himself, and then at Song Zhou, "You think I like you?"

Song Zhou lowered his eyes and said in a calm voice, "If it's not, forget it."

"What do you mean forget it?" Mo Dong frowned and looked at Song Zhou, not understanding what he was thinking.

I swear to God, apart from occasionally thinking that Song Zhou looks good, he doesn't think about Song Zhou at all.

And even the appreciation of Song Zhou's appearance is only out of the aesthetics of normal people, which is no different from appreciating a good-looking cup.

"Are you narcissistic?" Mo Dong inexplicably burst into an unknown fire, "I put a medicine on you and you think I like you. Do you lack people to like you?"

"No shortage." Song Zhou looked up at Mo Dong, paused, "It's fine, I just don't want you to misunderstand—"

"Who misunderstood? What do you mean don't stick to you? What did I stick to you?" Mo Dong became more and more angry when he thought about it. He felt that it was a foolish act for him to follow Song Zhou today because of worry, so he kindly fed the dog.

Song Zhou frowned, he didn't expect Mo Dong's reaction to be so big.

He originally just wanted to make it clear to Mo Dong, if Mo Dong had any other expectations for him, it would be best to stop here.

He's not narcissistic, it's just that Mo Dong cares about him beyond ordinary people, no one has done this before, he can't figure out what Mo Dong means, that's all.

Now that Mo Dong was angry, he felt a little helpless.

Mo Dong stared at Song Zhou, and suddenly felt that he was not so good-looking anymore, and the injuries on his face became less regrettable.

If you are so narcissistic, don't you always have to be beaten when you go out?

"I just like your dog, and I can't even like you." Mo Dong wanted Song Zhou to quickly realize the reality, and let him know that it is useless to have a skin, "You are not as cute as your golden retriever. .”

Song Zhou nodded, and followed Mo Dong's words: "Then you like my dog, don't like me."

He didn't mean anything else, he just thought that Mo Dong wouldn't be angry any more, but he didn't expect Mo Dong to be even more angry, "What do you mean the dog that likes your family doesn't like you?"

"You just said..."

Song Zhou's words were directly interrupted by Mo Dong: "Have you been beaten stupidly, and your mind is out of order? You will always be beaten when you go out like this, and you won't be able to wake up if you don't beat you."

Song Zhou, who was originally calm and even a little helpless, immediately changed his eyes after Mo Dong said this, and raised his head to stare at Mo Dong.

In the next second, maybe not even a second, he jumped out of the sofa, without any warning, instantly overwhelmed Mo Dong, and clamped his wrist with one hand.

"Ah!" Mo Dong cried out in pain, and shouted at Song Zhou who was on him in shock: "Are you crazy? What are you doing!"

Song Zhou didn't say a word, with a gloomy face, his eyes were like looking at a dead object, and then he directly punched it hard.

Mo Dong didn't want to fight back at first, even though Song Zhou was on top of him and still grabbed his wrist, his first thought after being shocked was to let Song Zhou roll down first, instead of making a move.

But what he didn't expect was that Song Zhou hit him first - without reservation, he punched him directly in the face.

At that moment, he didn't actually feel too much pain, and the anger rushed up faster than the pain.

Mo Dong turned over, threw Song Zhou off his body forcefully, and then jumped at Song Zhou before he could react.

His eyes were already reddened by anger, and he didn't have any reason left. He didn't care where he attacked, he directly crushed Song Zhou, and beat him wherever he saw.

Song Zhou raised his arm to block it, and found that he couldn't stop it, so he gritted his teeth tightly and endured Mo Dong's crazy attack while raising his arm around Mo Dong's neck, pulling his upper body off, and turning to the side Flip clasped it tightly with all his strength.

Neither of them made a sound. In the corner of the factory, you punched me and gave you a pestle without any rules. The beating was very embarrassing.

Until I don't know how long it took, the two of them gradually lost their strength, and they didn't know who let go of their hands first. The two of them fell on the dusty concrete floor covered with scars, each panting heavily, and barely ended the unknown reason. How did the fight begin.

Song Zhou got up from the ground first, the white school uniform on his body had been dyed gray, covered with mud and sand.

Just now Mo Dong kicked him on the calf, causing him to walk with a limp, and he had to lift up the fallen shelf with some difficulty, and the sofa flower girl sitting next to him.

Lying on the ground, Mo Dong turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of blood, then sat up, raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, and let out a "hiss" in pain.

Song Zhou turned his head and glanced at Mo Dong, but sat on the sofa with his hands covering his arms without saying a word.

Mo Dong tried to get up from the ground, but he didn't know if his ankle was twisted and he couldn't exert his strength.

He looked up at Song Zhou, and said in an aggressive tone, "Do you know how to help me?"

Song Zhou sat on the sofa without moving, and pointed to his arm: "You bit too hard just now, you can't use your strength."

"Fuck, who bit you?" Mo Dong completely refused to admit that he bit someone in a fit of anger.

Song Zhou looked at Mo Dong noncommittally, without any intention of getting up to help him.

It is better to rely on oneself than to ask others.

Mo Dong decided to beat Song Zhou once every time he saw him. Anyway, he was always wounded, so he could help him so that he would have new wounds every day, 360 five days without repeating the same.

In the end, Mo Dong stood up from the ground with his own strength, sat on the sofa and stretched his ankles. It should be a simple twist, and he will be fine in a while.

After confirming the wound on his body, he looked up at Song Zhou and nodded with some satisfaction.

The bruise at the corner of the eye, the strangle mark on the neck, the gash on the back of the hand, and the very conspicuous bite mark on the arm are all his masterpieces, well, this fight is not considered a loss.

Song Zhou ignored Mo Dong, got up and started a fire beside him, put the kettle full of water on it, and pretended that Mo Dong was transparent the whole time.

When the water boiled, he bent down and picked up a box of instant noodles from the ground, poured water and sat back on the sofa.

Smelling the smell of instant noodles, Mo Dong sniffed at this moment, feeling hungry by rubbing his stomach.

There were unopened instant noodles and unused boiled water beside him, but Mo Dong had just finished fighting with Song Zhou, so he really didn't want to eat his food.

But the aroma of instant noodles kept wafting into his nostrils, and he didn't usually think it was very delicious, but now he smelled it more fragrant than a full banquet.

Mo Dong glanced at Song Zhou who lowered his head and seriously ate instant noodles without looking at him, and silently swallowed.

Maybe it was because he was swallowing too loudly, Song Zhou stopped eating noodles and raised his head to look at him.

"Why?" Mo Dong felt a little guilty, and his stomach growled even louder.

"Want to eat?" Song Zhou stirred the instant noodles in the instant noodle box with a fork, raised his eyes and asked Mo Dong.

Mo Dong swallowed again, trying to maintain his self-esteem, and said firmly, "I'm not hungry."

"Oh," Song Zhou nodded and said, "I'm going to make a bucket for you too, just forget it if you're not hungry."

Is it intentional?right?

Mo Dong looked at Song Zhou's face, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that his fair skin was black.

He turned his face away in disdain, and tried his best not to look at the instant noodles in Song Zhou's hands, because he couldn't believe that he would starve to death if he didn't eat this bowl of instant noodles.

Song Zhou suddenly put the instant noodles on the table, picked up an unopened box of instant noodles from the side shelf and threw them to Mo Dong's hand, "The water is not cold yet, soak it quickly."

Mo Dong paused, glanced at the instant noodles at hand, and then looked at Song Zhou, to make sure if the other party was teasing him again.

"It's fine if you don't eat it." Seeing that he didn't move, Song Zhou reached out to take the instant noodles back.

Mo Dong quickly grabbed the instant noodles, raised his head and said, "Why don't you eat it? Who said I won't eat it?"

He took apart the instant noodles twice, took the kettle next to it and poured hot water in it, and couldn't help but open the lid before waiting for 2 minutes, smelling the full aroma and eating.

Under the wind and clouds, a bowl of instant noodles was quickly wiped out. Mo Dong put the empty instant noodle box on the table, touched his stomach, and felt that he was not too full.

It may be that too much energy has been consumed just now, and a serving of instant noodles is not enough to make up for it.He looked up at Song Zhou, suddenly thought of something, and said: "My family has bought hot pot ingredients, you can come to my house to eat hot pot, and I will return your bucket of instant noodles."

Before Song Zhou could speak, Mo Dong said again: "But if you still think I like you, then don't come, it's disgusting."

Song Zhou looked at Mo Dong silently.

Mo Dong looked at the wound on his face, and asked again: "Will you come?"

After a few seconds, Song Zhou nodded and said, "Okay."

The author says:

update the day after tomorrow