Be good

On the afternoon of Friday, Zongcheng stood in the toilet of the hospital, facing the mirror, adjusting the gauze on the wound.

It's been two weeks, the wound has healed better than expected, he's mostly fine, and it's time for him to leave the hospital.

He pulled down the T-shirt to cover his waist, took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, swiped his finger, and opened WeChat.

In Guaizi's dialog box, there are dense conversations, and the most recent one stayed last night.

--Master Cheng, how is your wound doing today?

--My feet don't hurt so much, I'll see you in two days.

These days, Lin Qianxi sent him messages almost every night at a fixed time, asking him how his injury was and whether it still hurts, chatting a lot, but no one came.

Zongcheng's reply followed.

--I'm almost ready, why are you still not well?

--Take a picture and show me.

--Fuck, you actually asked me to take a picture, this is Cha Gang.

-- don't shoot!It's coming soon!

These two sentences sent by Lin Qianxi are like a joke, full of ruffian.

After Zongcheng finished reading, he tugged at the corner of his mouth and typed a sentence to send.

--I can't wait for you to come, my father will leave the hospital early today.

"Cheng'er?" Just after posting, Ji Cai called him outside: "The formalities are all done, are you really all right?"

"Yeah." Zongcheng walked out: "I can go."

Ji Cai was standing in the corridor, and he had packed all his things, just a few clothes, and carried them in a small travel bag: "I asked Gu Yang to prepare food for you at home, and I have to find something for him. Do something, these two weeks he was so scared that he didn't sleep well, and he lost weight."

Zongcheng nodded: "Don't come here, you will definitely say that I won't be discharged from the hospital." He stretched out his hand, "Let me carry it."

Ji Cai didn't let it go: "Why are you being polite, even if it's almost ready, you'll be stabbed, I'll just carry it, let's go, the car is ready."

Zong Cheng followed her downstairs, still holding the phone in his hand, and glanced at it, but Lin Qianxi hadn't returned yet.

While going downstairs, Ji Cai said: "Gu Zhiqiang is still in the police station and hasn't come out. Let me tell you, you just need to know. He seems to really think that he stabbed you to death. He was scared to death. I don't think there will be any troubles in the future." gone."

Zong Cheng's face was cold, without any change in his expression: "It's up to him, as long as Gu Yang is fine."

It has been done like this, there is nothing to say, except for Gu Yang, he has nothing to care about that family.The only slight discomfort is when I think about fucking.

Ji Cai said: "Don't worry, Gu Yang is well taken care of by you."

While talking, I went downstairs, out of the hospital, and there was a waiting taxi parked on the side of the road.

Zongcheng stood by the side of the road, looked at the road, afraid that Lin Qianxi would miss it when he came over, and then looked down at his phone, but there was still no reply, and then got into the car.

Ji Cai sat in the front row, closed the car door, and looked back: "Waiting for Brother Xi? He hasn't seen anyone for a while, and he hasn't been here as often as Jiang Hao and the others. What's the matter?"

"My feet still hurt." Zongcheng said, this time seemed to be worse than last time.

Just the way he ran behind his back that night was already trying his best, and he must have brought up an old injury again.

"Really? I thought it was because of his mother. His mother came over to pay the medical bills that day. From the way she spoke, I always felt that she knew." Ji Cai asked the driver to drive on the road, but when the driver was in the way, she also It's hard to say it's too obvious, but it means that he knows about his relationship with Lin Qianxi.

Zong Cheng understood, and said lightly, "It should."

When Gu Zhiqiang went to smash the convenience store, he guessed that Ms. Lin knew about it.

"Maybe it's really a pain in the foot." Ji Cai interrupted with a smile: "No wonder he was like a lost soul that day, sweating all over his body, as if he was fished out of the water. I really haven't seen him like that. Scary."

Zongcheng looked over: "When?"

"On the day when your accident happened, I was too worried about you. It turned out that my feet still hurt." Ji Cai replied.

Zongcheng unconsciously turned the phone in his hand, lowered his head, opened WeChat again, and sent another sentence to Lin Qianxi.

--Where are you?

Still have to see it to rest assured.

When I returned to the old building, the phone still did not receive a reply.

Gu Yang had been waiting with the door open, and ran out when he heard Tom's cry: "Brother."

Zongcheng entered the door.

Gu Yang opened his hands, then lowered his arms: "Oh, forget it, I wanted to hug you, but I was afraid of touching your wound."

He was really scared, he didn't dare to look at the wound at the beginning, every time Zongcheng applied medicine, he had to avoid it, he felt pain even if he took a second look, and his eyes would turn red, but recently he felt much better.

"Don't be nasty." Zongcheng said it coldly, but still pressed his hand on his head, and glanced at the room: "Is your Xi brother here?"

"No," Gu Yang stroked his hair, "I haven't seen him recently, so I wanted to ask you."

Zongcheng looked down at his phone again.

Ji Cai followed in: "It's so fragrant, has Gu Yang cooked something delicious?"

"I've done it," Gu Yang said, "I've searched a lot of blood supplements on Baidu, but I can't do them in the same way. It's too complicated, so I can only eat it."

"Now you can travel the world with a shabu-shabu." Ji Cai joked at him.

Gu Yang looked at Zongcheng: "Brother, ask Brother Xi to eat together."

Zongcheng was already dialing Lin Qianxi's number. He rang a few times, but no one listened. He didn't want to wait any longer, so he opened the door and went out: "You guys eat first, I'll go out and do some shopping."

"Why are you in such a hurry to buy?" Gu Yang chased him out: "It's better if you're hurt, I'll go for you."

Zongcheng walked quickly and had already gone downstairs.

In a shampoo room on the old street, the door was suddenly opened, and Lin Qianxi walked out from it.

The proprietress from behind followed to the door: "What are you looking for? All the troublemakers on this street that day were taken to the police station. Who else can you find? You almost got stabbed in a hole and you don't know how to be afraid. Go back quickly." Got it."

With a cold face, Lin Qianxi walked out of the alley and stopped to touch his forehead when he reached the road: "Fuck..."

"Lin Qianxi." Qin Yidong waded over from the front on his bicycle, propped his feet on the ground, and looked at him: "You are here, I said why can't I find you everywhere, why did you go all this time? "

Lin Qianxi looked up at him: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for you," Qin Yidong stretched his feet, got out of the car, walked up to him, and pushed his shoulder: "What's the matter with you, you're as invisible as before when you broke up with me, and I still want to go with you Take a look at Shuaibi, but it turns out that I haven't found a chance until now."

Lin Qianxi squatted down and looked at the ground: "I have something to do."

"What's the matter?" Qin Yidong simply squatted down with him: "I also asked you to check the scores together. The college entrance examination scores are out, you know?"

Lin Qianxi was stunned for a moment, unexpectedly forgot such an important matter: "Come out?"

"Yeah, let's go, go back and check." Qin Yidong stood up and urged him.

Lin Qianxi squatted and did not move: "Go and check first, and let me know if you find it."

Qin Yidong glanced at him, then at the old street behind him, and understood a bit: "You came here because of Sanpao who ran away, right? You've been looking for him recently?"

Lin Qianxi stood up and left: "It would be great if I could catch him earlier."

Qin Yidong chased after him, and pulled him: "Why, Brother Lu, didn't you keep an eye on him? The bastard must have run away from the local area right now, and the bureau has already posted his photo at the train station. You don't have to do that." Worry."

"Fuck!" Lin Qianxi gritted his teeth and pulled his hand down: "Then I have to search to find out..."

Qin Yidong followed a few more steps: "Where are you going?"

"Don't follow me." Lin Qianxi walked quickly, without turning his head, he turned into an alley and disappeared.

"Ding" the phone rang.

As soon as Zongcheng walked to the door of the grocery store, he immediately reached out and took out his fingers. It was not Lin Qianxi's reply, but a group message from the class, informing everyone that they could check their scores.

For Lin Qianxi, who cared so much about points, there was no news at this time.

"Zongcheng?" Yang Rui came out of the store and saw him just in time, showing him an empty thermos in his hand: "I was going to get another bowl of soup for you, but I didn't expect you to come back early, and you're recovering well." .”

Boss Yang was very enthusiastic. He went to the hospital to see him once during his hospitalization, and later asked Wang Xiao and the others to bring his own stewed soup to the hospital. Today happened to be free, and he planned to make another bowl to send to the hospital.

"Don't be too busy." Zongcheng asked directly: "Has Lin Qianxi been here?"

Yang Rui looked at him: "Why do you ask me to ask for someone, shouldn't he stay with you in the hospital?"

"No, he said his feet hurt." Zong Cheng pursed his lips, feeling more and more wrong.

Yang Rui said, "Wait a minute, I'll make a call and ask Lu Feng." He entered the shop as he spoke.

Zong Cheng followed into the shop, he had already finished a few words in a hurry, and hung up the phone.

"Lu Feng didn't see him either." Yang Rui turned his head, touched a toothpick on the counter and stuffed it into his mouth, frowning: "There was something wrong with Lin Qianxi, something was wrong when he came back from the hospital that day, and he became more serious after knowing that San Pao was on the run." Something's wrong, say you're afraid, but it doesn't look like it, I always feel like he's sick."

Zongcheng turned around and went out: "I'll go find him."

"Brother Rui." The bicycle bell rang outside, Qin Yidong came on the bicycle, squeezed the brake, looked at Zongcheng who had just come out: "Are you discharged from the hospital?"

Zongcheng said "hmm", "Did you see Lin Qianxi?"

Thinking he didn't see it again, he walked over when he asked without stopping, and heard Qin Yidong say: "I saw it, he won't let me follow."

Zongcheng stopped and turned around: "Where is he?"

Qin Yidong stretched out his hand and pointed to the right, "The one who walks straight from the old street can run faster than a rabbit." After finishing speaking, he looked at him again, and said softly, "Obviously you were the one who was stabbed, how do I feel Lin Qianxi was injured more seriously than you, and he looks very much like the time when I met Sanpao with me last time."

Zongcheng left without saying a word.

In the evening, Lin Qianxi had been wandering outside for a day, but still found nothing, and unknowingly, he climbed up the hospital building again.

In fact, he came every day, but he came quietly. When he came, he would take a look at Zongcheng outside the door of the ward and then leave. At night, he would send WeChat to talk to him.

When he was approaching the floor of the ward, he sat down on the stairs, took a while, and rubbed his ankle.

The pain in my feet has long since disappeared, and I can't always use the reason for the pain in my feet. I have to go see Zongcheng.He wiped the sweat from his neck, inhaled and exhaled, put his arms on his knees, and lowered his head.

After walking outside for too long, even the waistband of his trousers was soaked with sweat, and there seemed to be light shining through the pockets of the trousers.Lin Qianxi caught sight of it, then came back to his senses, and took out his mobile phone. Because he was afraid of being discovered when he came to visit Zongcheng, the mobile phone had already been turned on silent, and if it hadn't been on, he wouldn't have known that there was a new message.

He looked through it, and it was the class that sent a group notice saying that the score could be checked.

I turned to WeChat again, and saw that there were several unread messages on the profile picture of the lighthouse, so I quickly clicked on them.

--I can't wait for you to come, my father will leave the hospital early today.

--Where are you?

There is another missed call below.

Only then did Lin Qianxi know that he had been discharged from the hospital, so he stood up and ran downstairs.

Running out of the hospital, subconsciously, he looked back and forth on the road again, a nerve in his brain was tense, as if the animal he had been looking for would never appear no matter how hard he looked, but would suddenly appear when he went to see Zongcheng Come……

His pace suddenly slowed down again. He wiped his face, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked forward in a steady mood.

Fuck it, he just wants to see Zongcheng.

It was getting closer and closer to the old building, the sky was getting dark, and the shadows of the trees on the side of the road broke through the wall, and were dragged in front of us drowsily illuminated by the street lamps.

Lin Qianxi stopped, stood down at the base of the dark wall, lowered his shoulders, and began to struggle in his heart, a voice warned: You shouldn't run to see Zongcheng like this, in case something happens to him again, in case... …and another voice said: Go, go fuck it, fuck it!

The heart started beating faster and faster.

"You are here." Suddenly, the voice was cold and familiar.

Lin Qianxi raised his head suddenly, and saw the person standing in front of him, with a loose black T-shirt, thin trousers wrapped in straight legs, with his back to the street lamp, and he knew who it was even if he couldn't see his face clearly. Relax.

"Fuck, I'm dreaming?" he said to himself.

Zongcheng said: "Well, you are dreaming, is it a sweet dream?"

Lin Qianxi was sure it was him, and grinned: "Yeah, sweet dream."

Zongcheng came over, stood beside him, pressed his back against the wall, and asked in a low voice, "Do you like to hide here?"

"Nonsense," Lin Qianxi rubbed his palms on his trouser legs, sweating quietly: "Who said I hid."

"It doesn't matter, I will hide with you." Zongcheng said.

Lin Qianxi turned his head and saw his sculpted silhouette. Now that they were hiding together in the darkness at the base of the wall, something scratched his heart, and his Adam's apple slipped: "You fucking tease me."

Zongcheng raised his hand to hook his shoulder, and brought it in front of him: "Come here."

Lin Qianxi was brought over by him, leaning on him, with his back pressed against half of his chest, smelling the smell of medicine on his body, his temples twitched, and unconsciously looked on the road again, but saw nothing , squeezed the palm of his hand, held back, turned around, and suddenly said to him very relaxedly: "Hey, take another bite on my neck."

Zongcheng's breath sprayed against his neck: "What?"

Lin Qianxi pointed his finger at his neck, and smiled: "Just like last time, give me some pain. I haven't seen you in real life for so long. I suddenly want to play something exciting, okay?"

Zong Cheng seemed to look at him for two seconds, his arms were wrapped around his shoulders, tightened, and he lowered his head, his lips fell on his neck.

Lin Qianxi felt that his lips were cold, so he sucked it on his sweaty neck once, then again, and suddenly it became hot again. It was the tip of his tongue, licking and drawing there, and suddenly his head tilted to one side, lifted up, and tightened , was sucked suddenly, with a "hiss", like a burst of electricity, crisp and numb.

Zongcheng raised his head, turned him around, and faced himself.

The short sleeves on Lin Qianxi's body were suddenly lifted up, and seeing him lower his head, there was a sudden numbness and pain in his chest, and he hugged his neck, breathing heavily, and said in a low voice, "Fuck, too." Don't be so exciting..."

From that point on, the entire chest was on fire.

Zong Cheng raised his head from his embrace, pressed his hands on his back, hugged him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better, boy?"