Three smiles

Wang Sanxiao's toe hurts so much that he is unresponsive, he is hugged by Wei Cong numbly, staring blankly at the illusory night fog in front of him.

Wei Cong buried his head between his necks, the long-lost feeling shook his heart and soul, his arms tightened, and he felt his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

After a while, Wang Sanxiao raised his hand, stroked his hair, and said in a low voice, "Let go."

Wei Cong suddenly felt that his chest was tight and he couldn't breathe. He tightened his arms suddenly, like a stubborn child, and said in a muffled voice: "No!"

I will not let go again. Five years ago, I was young and frivolous. I thought that the world of flowers and flowers was soft and red. It has been engraved on the lifeline at the beginning, no matter from now on, no matter whether they are gone, separated or divorced, they have even been buried in the world of mortals, self righteously forgotten, but only one face to face can set off turbulent waves and storms, Lightning and thunder split those glamorous and deceitful glamorous, violently pull out the dust-laden old love, and expose it mercilessly, bloody, vicious, and shocking.

Wei Cong hugged Wang Sanxiao tightly, buried his face on his shoulder, and kissed his neck: "Sanxiao, let's start from the beginning, okay?"

Wang San smiled and looked at the front blankly. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Wei Cong, I... trusted you so much back then, but you wanted to marry behind my back. I hate you so much."

"I regret it..." Wei Cong closed his eyes in pain, "Let's start again, you give me and yourself another chance, I still love you, I know you can't forget me..."

Wang Sanxiao didn't speak, but he didn't struggle any more, he was held in Wei Cong's arms motionless, exhausted, and he really wanted to just hug each other and fall asleep, but when he thought of Wei Cong's cheating back then, it felt like a lump in his throat. , This is a hurdle in his heart that he can't get over.

Wei Cong sighed, and was about to speak when suddenly Wang Sanxiao jumped out, kicked Tang Xingxing's phone away, and growled, "You fucking dare to secretly take pictures?"

Tang Xingxing's wrist was almost broken by his kick, and he was rolling on the ground in pain, crying and howling: "I...I think it's too touching, I want to save a material and study hard... I was wrong, third brother, don't hit, don't Hit ah ah ah..."

"You fucking howl again?" Wang Sanxiao rode on him, covered his mouth with one hand, and tightly clasped his Adam's apple with the other hand, grinning grimly, "Believe it or not, I'll break your neck?"

"Woooo..." Tang Xingxing shed tears of regret.

"Stupid," Wang Sanxiao picked up the phone on the ground, opened the photo album and deleted a short video he secretly took, and threw the phone to him, "If you dare to take random pictures again, I'll kill you."

Tang Xingxing's face was raining: "I don't... dare."

Wang Sanxiao unreasonably took off his coat, spread it on the boulder, and said viciously, "I'm sleepy, I need to sleep for a while, please be honest!"

Tang Xingxing was beaten honestly by him, and his coat was taken off again. He was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, with his arms folded on his chest, and he hummed aggrievedly: "I'm cold..."

Wang San smiled and lay sideways on his coat, calmly instructing: "Be patient."

Wei Cong watched the two people quarreling, and couldn't help a smile from the corner of his lips. He took off his suit and gently covered Wang Sanxiao's body. Wang Sanxiao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him fixedly.

Wei Cong said in a low voice: "The body temperature is low during sleep, don't freeze."

Wang Sanxiao looked at him for a moment, then closed his eyes silently without saying a word.

Wei Cong sat on the ground with his back against the boulder, took out his phone and looked at it, but there was still no signal, so he had to lean against the boulder and close his eyes to rest.

Wang Sanxiao pinched the corner of the suit with his fingers, and couldn't help chuckling silently in the dark night.

When the first ray of sunshine in the east broke through the clouds, Wang Sanxiao opened his eyes and sat up. The suit slipped off his body. He grabbed it, and with the faint morning light, he found that the fabric on the shoulder seemed to have been hit hard. Some are broken.

"Are you awake?" Wei Cong's hoarse voice came from under the boulder.

Wang Sanxiao looked down and found that his eyes were bloodshot. He obviously hadn't slept all night, so he returned the suit: "Thank you for the clothes."

Wei Cong didn't answer: "It's still cold in the morning, you should wear it."

"It's okay, I'm in good health," Wang San smiled, threw the suit on his head, and jumped off the boulder, only to see Tang Xingxing curled up in the grass like an abandoned puppy, with a small face Dirty, but slept soundly.

Dogs were barking in the village, and the sound of people walking could be heard behind the thin morning mist. Wang San smiled and patted Tang Xingxing's face, and said softly, "Wake up, the sun is shining on your ass."

Tang Xingxing sighed, curled up even tighter, and hummed: "I'll sleep for another 5 minutes."

"Sleep with you, uncle," Wang San smiled and showed his true colors, pulled up his T-shirt rudely, and stuck the piece of Nanhong rough stone on the white belly.

The cold stone made Tang Xingxing jump up with a groan, and suddenly lost all sleepiness, and said angrily: "Did I provoke you by sleeping late?"

"Don't play with your temper," Wang Sanxiao picked up the rough stone, wrapped it in Tang Xingxing's coat, tied the sleeves together, and walked towards the village as if holding a round head. .

Tang Xingxing had no choice but to keep up, combing his hair while walking, and said weakly, "Third Brother, I'm so hungry."

"Don't be wordy, my brother is leading you on the Kangzhuang Avenue for alms." Wang Sanxiao walked into a courtyard, knocked on the half-open door, and asked loudly, "Is anyone there?"

A wobbly little fat dog barked in the yard, Wang San smiled and stared, the little fat dog purred twice in fright, and retreated into his kennel.

A shambling old lady of the Yi nationality walked out of the main room and looked at them vigilantly and blankly.

Wang San smiled and bent over, smiling very kindly and well-behaved: "Hello, mother-in-law, we are passing by and want to ask for something to eat."

The old lady waved her hand as if she didn't understand what he was talking about.

Wang Sanxiao repeated it, took out a hundred-yuan bill, and politely handed it to the old man.

Seeing Qian, the vigilance in the old lady's eyes dissipated, but she still didn't understand what he meant. She turned her head and yelled a Yi language into the room, and then a middle-aged man came out and asked them what they were doing in Sichuan dialect.

Wang Sanxiao communicated with him in fluent Sichuan dialect, saying that the three of them were passing by here, hungry and tired, with no cell phone signal, and wanted to ask for something to eat, and by the way, how to contact the outside world.

The man was warm and hospitable, and immediately asked the old lady to take tuotuo meat and buckwheat pancakes in Yi language, but he refused to accept the money. Wang Sanxiao insisted on stuffing the money into his pocket.

According to the middle-aged man, they walked to an open highland, and the mobile phone really had a weak signal.

There is a slender and winding mountain spring next to it, Wei Cong squats beside him, scooping up water to wash away the sweat stains on his hair.

The mountain spring water in the early morning was very cool, which stimulated his fiery brain to calm down instantly. He stood up shaking the water droplets on his short hair, and saw Wang Sanxiao sitting casually on the side of the road, holding a piece of pancake, and smelling the fragrant Tuo Tuo Meat is a feast for the eyes.

His eating was not refined, he could even be said to be wolfing down, his face was stained with sweat and dust, dirty, but it had a strong vitality, as if there was infinite power in that body.

Wang Sanxiao raised his head and saw Wei Cong standing in the mountains, his wet short hair was clearly visible in the morning light, his tall and straight figure was out of tune with the dilapidated environment around him.

Smiling and handing over a piece of pancake: "Are you hungry?"

Wei Cong walked over, took the pancake, took a bite, found it crispy and delicious, and said with a smile, "I've never seen this in other places."

"Yi cuisine, and this lump of meat, try it, it's very delicious."

Wei Cong stretched out his hand suddenly, Wang Sanxiao backed away, Wei Cong laughed, and wiped his cheek with his finger: "What are you hiding, I'll wipe the dust for you."

"What's wrong with it?" Wang Sanxiao also felt that he was a bit petty in the flash just now, so he started nagging, "It's written in his poems, and when he looks back, he smiles and smiles, with a dusty and smoky look on his face, just like me." Beauty, not to mention Baimei, must have thousands of beauties."

Wei Cong thought to himself that you are flattering in this embarrassment, so he pulled him up with a smile: "You're still on the floor, go wash up."

As soon as Wang Sanxiao's toes landed on the ground, the pain felt like a heart attack. His body swayed, but he insisted on gritting his teeth to hold on. He sat back like a mangy dog, and hummed uncooperatively: "I don't want to wash it, I'll talk about it when I go back to the hotel."

"Does your foot hurt?" Wei Cong looked at him with a frown.

Wang Sanxiao shook his head subconsciously: "It's okay."

"Let me see," Wei Cong knelt down and reached out to untie his shoelaces.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Wang Sanxiao lightly kicked his hand away, "Don't be a dignified president playing hooligans with ordinary people."

"Don't make trouble," Wei Cong clenched his lean and strong calf tightly, and took off his shoes and socks involuntarily. His heart skipped a beat, and he saw that his big toe was swollen and stained with blood.

Tang Xingxing ran over shaking his wet hair, took a look, and yelled out: "Fuck, why is it swollen like a carrot?"

Wang San smiled angrily: "Because of whom?"

"Because of love."

"Go away," Wei Cong backed away from this nonsense idiot, bent down, picked up Wang Sanxiao, took two steps, put it on a rock by the stream, and scooped up clear water for him to wash away the blood stains , looking at the cyanosis on the toes and frowning.

Wang Sanxiao seemed to be pinching someone else's foot. He leisurely lit a cigarette, sat on a stone with his feet up and puffed, and said happily: "I just ate the Yi people's meat, reminds me of The pork fat of the Mosuo people at Lugu Lake is really fat, but it is not greasy at all, and it is mellow and refreshing..."

Wei Cong was completely speechless to him. He squatted on the ground and looked up at this rough-and-tumble guy, sighing: "You still think about pork fat, don't you feel your feet hurt?"

Wang San smiled and said confidently: "I was numb at first, but after being tormented by you like this, it hurts again. I am of high quality, so I didn't scold you, so I just had fun secretly, and I actually blamed me!"

Hehe, he even took a bite back!

Wei Cong sneered twice, wet his handkerchief with stream water to clean his wound briefly, and refused to communicate with him, he was afraid that if he spoke again, he would not be able to help but want to choke him. It is really not easy to wander around and grow up alive and kicking.

Two hours later, an army green Jeep Wrangler rushed up from the winding mountain road, and two tall men jumped out of the car. Xiong Er strode over and shouted, "Where is this place? How did you come here? Who the fuck? Have you made it like this?"

"Don't be so f*cking talkative," Wang Sanxiao didn't wear shoes, barefoot with shoes and socks, two big long legs hopped three times, jumped to the front of the car, turned around and greeted Wei Cong and Tang Xingxing, "Come on, let's go .”

The off-road vehicle circled down from the mountainside, Wang Sanxiao opened the car window, sniffed the fresh air in the mountains and forests, and looked towards the top of the mountain. Through the hazy mountains, he could vaguely see the white villa on the top of the mountain getting farther and farther away.