Three smiles

There were panicked cries in his ears, Wang Sanxiao pressed Wei Cong to the bottom of the table, raised his head cautiously, and saw a mess in the small restaurant, the shock wave from the explosion outside shattered the glass door, approached Several tables at the door were lifted up, and blood-stained broken glass was all over the floor.

"Giribap..." A diner suddenly pointed to the door in horror, and murmured like a raving, "It's Giribaff..."

Wang Sanxiao looked over suddenly, and saw several women running through the street, covered with black veils, holding long knives, slashing anyone they saw.His heart skipped half a beat, he looked down at Wei Cong, and lowered his voice: "The streets are full of terrorists."

Wei Cong scanned the whole store vigilantly, and his eyes fell on the owner and his wife. Xiong Da whispered: "They are secular Muslims, don't worry."

"Well," Wei Cong nodded, looked at Wang Sanxiao for a moment, then suddenly laughed, took his hand and kissed it, and said softly, "We are really unlucky."

Wang Sanxiao rolled his hands and pinched his chin, and smiled lowly: "You are unlucky, I have two gold medal bodyguards, if the situation is wrong, get in the car and run away immediately, just wait and cry."

Wei Cong smiled: "Are you willing?"

Wang San laughed and asked, "What can I be reluctant to do?"

Wei Cong let him pinch his chin, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I think I have three points of beauty..."

"It's not just three points, President Wei is too modest," Wang Sanxiao let go of his hand, and patted his face lightly twice, "When I go to a nightclub and meet a cowherd like you, I have to give him a champagne tower. "

"Forget about the champagne tower." Wei Cong took his hand, playing with the red coral rosary necklace on his wrist, "Why don't you give me this bracelet."

Wang San smiled and slapped his hand down, snorting coldly: "You are beautiful!"

The Xiong brothers squatted beside them like two big ostriches, pretending they were not there.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the door, Wang Sanxiao looked up suddenly, and saw seven or eight bearded men rushing in with long knives and iron bars, shouting slogans wildly and hacking at a diner.

"Ah..." The proprietress suddenly screamed, took a step back in panic, and knocked over the whole pot of yogurt.

Wang Sanxiao violently lifted the table, shouted loudly, picked up the wooden table and smashed it over. The solid wooden table of several tens of kilograms hit a bearded man's shoulder heavily, causing him to scream in an instant, and fainted from pain.

The rest of the people were suddenly furious, and swung their long knives and rushed over.

Xiong Da picked up a bench and swung it up fiercely. The two brothers were tall, mighty and vicious, and looked even more like terrorists than the bearded ones. The momentum of one hitting ten.

The diners in the restaurant had never seen such a battle. They rushed out of the store screaming in panic. The diners who were almost chopped up just now were paralyzed in fright, and crawled out howling.

Wei Cong grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up and threw him out the door, then turned around and picked up a bench to help Wang Sanxiao block a slash.

"I still have to run!" Wei Cong roared, "There are too many of them!"

"Run!" Wang Sanxiao snatched an iron rod, turned over a bearded man with one stick, turned around and ran out the door, suddenly the proprietress let out a heart-piercing scream, Wang Sanxiao turned his head sharply, and saw A bearded blade threw out a string of blood beads, and the fat son of the boss's family stood staggeringly on the ground, spraying a cloud of blood from his shoulders.

"These bastards!!!" Wang San laughed furiously, turned around and was about to pounce on him.

Wei Cong strangled him by the neck and dragged him out of the restaurant: "That was an accidental injury! They are compatriots!"

"Fearful compatriots are only violent!!!" Wang San smiled with a terrible headache, but he also understood that the mantis arm is useless as a car, so he gritted his teeth and ran to the parking lot.

The street has turned into a Shura field, a lot of shops have been smashed, and several cars are being burned. The extreme terror seems to have fallen from the sky, and the streets are full of fanatical slogans and terrified cries.

Hearing a dangerous sound suddenly in his ear, Wang Sanxiao suddenly stopped in his tracks, paused for half a second, his heart skipped half a beat for no reason, he grabbed Wei Cong suddenly, only to see Wei Cong rushing towards him with open arms, The explosion was in the middle of the lightning and flint, and a car in front blasted out the sky with flames, and the huge shock wave dispersed the four people.

Wang Sanxiao's ears were roaring and his headache was about to split, he got up with all his strength, and hugged Wei Cong who had slipped from behind, his eyes were closed tightly and he didn't move. His internal organs were all blown into powder, he trembled all over, raised his hand, and touched Wei Cong's lips trembling like chaff: "Ah...Ah Cong..."

Suddenly the person in his arms coughed suddenly, Wang Sanxiao widened his eyes suddenly, only to see Wei Cong coughed twice, then opened his eyes in pain, the two looked at each other in the sky full of gunpowder smoke, nothing but fear and pain in the eyes, Just each other.

A bearded man rushed over with a long knife, Wang San smiled and picked up Wei Cong, and rolled to the side desperately. The moment the long knife was slashed, a fierce figure flew over obliquely and kicked the bearded man over.

Xiong Er ran over, grabbed Wang Sanxiao with one hand, and shouted: "The armed police are over there, run!"

Sure enough, the sound of police sirens came from his ears. Seeing the bright police lights behind the smoke, Wang San laughed for a moment and almost cried. The policemen with live ammunition jumped out of the police car and quickly plunged into the terrifying streets. The sound of melee.

The violent terrorist incident caused terrible casualties. The hospital was full of innocent injured people from all nationalities. The four people including Wang Sanxiao were far away from the center of the explosion, and their injuries were not serious. They left the hospital after simple treatment.

Back at the hotel, Wang Sanxiao didn't say a word, closed the door and leaned back on the door, closed his eyes tiredly, the sequelae of the explosion seemed to be still there, his brain seemed to explode, and his mind was full of messy streets , crying people, and Wei Cong who rushed over one second before the explosion.

The body slowly slid down, Wang Sanxiao sat on the ground with his back against the door, and covered his eyes with his hands, and the pictures changed frame by frame, joy, love, rage, unwillingness... The memories of years and months are like It flashed like a revolving lantern, and refused to stop for a moment.

In the end, it was fixed as a photo - the young Wei Cong walked out of the hotel talking and laughing with Ms. Yang in his arms.

——I trust you so much, but you want to marry someone else...

——Since you are going to marry someone else, why do you want to save me?

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, he tried his best to shake his head, opened his eyes, looked ahead with red eyes, suddenly rushed to the refrigerator, grabbed a can of cold beer and poured it down, the cold liquid poured down the esophagus into the stomach In the middle, the blazing heat in my heart was slightly calmed down.

The doorbell rang, Wang Sanxiao walked over and asked impatiently, "Who?"

"Me." Wei Cong's voice sounded.

Wang San smiled for two seconds, opened the door, and looked at him expressionlessly: "What are you doing?"

"look at you."

Wang Sanxiao let him watch it openly, and after watching it for almost a minute, he asked calmly, "...Have you finished reading it?"

Wei Cong smiled: "I can't see enough."

"..."

Wang San looked at him with a smile, and a few seconds later, he suddenly grabbed Wei Cong by the collar and dragged him into the room, slammed on the door, and kissed his lips without saying a word.

Wei Cong took advantage of the situation and hugged him.

The two kissed lingeringly in the silent room. They didn't speak to each other, and there was no superfluous movement. It was just a simple entanglement of lips and tongues, exchanging each other's breath between breaths, both of them were the joy of the rest of their lives.

Wang San smiled and touched Wei Cong's back, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Wei Cong pecked his lips, and said with a smile, "It hurts so much, but it doesn't hurt once you touch it."

"Go, go and wash, you are like crawling out of a small coal mine."

"...Well, you're pretty much the same yourself."

The two took off their clothes and walked into the bathroom. Wei Cong noticed that there was nothing on Wang Sanxiao's wrist, and asked, "Where's your coral string?"

Wang Sanxiao glanced down and was taken aback: "Fuck, when did it fall?"

"Maybe when I ran for my life just now, I fell and rolled, so I broke it," Wei Cong comforted, "I'll find someone to look for it later, maybe I can find a few beads."

Wang San smiled a little disappointed: "Okay."

Wei Cong's eyes darkened, and he asked casually as if he didn't care: "The coral means a lot to you? I think you have been carrying it for a long time, and you never leave it day and night."

"It's nothing, Kang Tianzhen doesn't want it anymore," Wang Sanxiao didn't feel very distressed, and said lightly, "I promised him to find a good buyer to change hands, so there is no need to bother now, I hope he won't think of asking me for money. .”

"Oh, so that's the case," Wei Cong nodded and couldn't help laughing.

The two stood in the narrow bathroom, warm water sprayed down, Wei Cong held the shower head in one hand, and rinsed the foam from his hair with the other, Wang Sanxiao squatted on the ground, the water glistened on the wheat-colored skin, and there was a scar on his back. Two bruises.

Wei Cong rushed to remove the dust from his body, carefully avoiding the wound: "You have to rub it with ointment, or you will be swollen and painful in the morning."

"Well," Wang Sanxiao stood up, wiped his forehead hair to the top of his head with both hands, exposing his smooth forehead, took the shower head from Wei Cong's hand, and patted him on the shoulder, "Turn around, I'll give you a shower."

"No," Wei Cong kissed him with a smile, "You go out after washing first, I'll do it myself."

Wang San smiled, his face changed, he pressed his shoulders and forced him away, his eyes fell on his back, he suddenly gasped for breath, and saw that under his broad shoulders, his back was bruised, and his skin was broken in several places. After being washed by hot water, the wound was soaked white, and the epidermis almost fell off.

"Tsk," Wang San smiled and sneered, sucking his teeth, "I thought Mr. Wei would be invulnerable to swords and guns by cultivating the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt. After a long time, he is still a mortal body."

Wei Cong was completely relieved by his scolding, and instead of being angry, he smiled: "In one day, you have already mastered two magical skills for me. In the morning, you praised me for being invisible, and in the afternoon, you praised me for being invulnerable to swords and guns. This... I am a little flattered. "

Wang Sanxiao pinched his chin, forced him to turn his head to meet his gaze, looked into his eyes, and smiled viciously: "Why don't you praise you for being shameless again, how about it?"

"Ashamed, ashamed!" Wei Cong smiled modestly, "Then how can I afford it?"

"You stinky bastard!" Wang San laughed hard, raised his hand and slapped him hard on the wound, "You can bear it!"

"Ah..." Wei Cong's smile disappeared in an instant, and he straightened his neck and screamed, "This time it really hurts!"

"Wash yourself and go lie down on the bed," Wang Sanxiao threw the shower head into his arms, grabbed the bath towel, wiped his neck and face, strode out of the bathroom, picked up the bathrobe and put it on his body, white His hem flashed in the doorway and disappeared.

Wei Cong held the shower head, with an uncontrollable smile all over his face. After a moment of stunned, he raised his arms, rinsed his back with warm water, and muttered: "It's too harsh, it really hurts."