A devil in distress is not as good as a pig

Along the seaside trail all the way to the west, along the street are old houses with strong exotic customs, Byzantine-style wooden buildings, churches, synagogues...

Zhu Ye stopped in front of a cafe that was renovated from an old house, and sat at a wrought iron round table facing the street. A waiter who was obviously of Jewish descent came to order for him and kindly suggested that he have a cup of signature black tea.

Looking down from here, you can see the famous Golden Coast of the Golden Horn. The Galata Bridge spans the bay and is covered with a pleasing golden glow in the afterglow of the setting sun.Zhu Ye took off his windbreaker, put it on the back of the chair beside him, picked up the black tea brought by the waiter, and immediately smelled the refreshing aroma.

This is the first time he has set foot on the land of Istanbul in 13 years. Before that, this ancient city straddling Asia and Europe has always been a forbidden place that he deliberately avoided. Still can't completely let go.

It has been ten months and eight days since Mo Hu left this world. From the first day he left, Zhu Ye seems to have quickly returned to his normal state, going to work, socializing, going on business trips, traveling with his children on vacation, or serving his father at home , like every generation of the head of the Zhu family, he is conscientious, self-denying and responsible.Even Wang Shen, who has served three generations of patriarchs, sighed that Young Master Ye is probably the most qualified boss, father and son in the world.

Zhu Ye is like a high-precision machine, driven by an invisible and restless force in his heart, and maintains a steady stream of high-intensity operation, meticulous and precise.

Only he himself knew that he was stretched to pieces.

The melodious sound of the qin interrupted his thoughts. A wandering artist came over with an accordion and played a cheerful Turkish folk song for him. Zhu Ye listened to the whole piece carefully, not caring about his poor qin skills. A large banknote was rewarded.

"Have a nice day, generous sir." The tramp saluted happily and left.Seeing his leaving back, Zhu Ye smiled helplessly, "Happy", since Mo Hu left, it has become a luxury word for him, especially recently, maybe it's been too long, maybe it's Because of the season, he even thought he might be going crazy.

Every day, he lives and works like a normal person, maintaining the sanity that a grown man should have, but every night, when Little Sunflower falls asleep soundly, he tosses and turns like a lonely beast , Sometimes rely on alcohol to sleep peacefully.

He has always thought that he is a very indifferent, very rational, and very self-controlling person. He has always thought that his feelings for Mo Hu are just a habit catalyzed under a specific environment, which is far inferior to what Mo Hu treats himself. But now, the ruthless reality proves that this is just his self-deceiving assumption. In fact, more than anyone else, he longs for a love that stays together day and night, longs for a loyal partner, longs for a complete and warm family .

How many midnights, he wandered alone on the gravel road in the garden, and even regretted his original choice, and regretted not going back to Xuyi Realm with Mohu. If he had a little less sense of responsibility and pride, he would be able to be like Ah Like you, you live with your lover and your children.

It turns out that I also have such fragile and willful moments... Zhu Ye smiled self-deprecatingly, took a sip of black tea from the teacup, and the strong sweet aroma immediately spread between his lips and teeth.After ten months of waiting, he gradually saw a self that he didn't even want to admit - his rationality, calmness and calmness were all limited to dealing with ordinary people and ordinary things, and he knew more about love than anyone else. Come strong, come ferocious.

This may be the reason why he embarked on the journey alone. Three days ago, Wang Shen reported a project to him, and the client invited him to Istanbul for negotiation. He agreed after a little hesitation, and even Wang Shen was taken aback.

He just wants to do something that he has been unwilling to do before, whether it is self-breakthrough or self-torture. Only in this way can the anxiety deep in his heart be relieved.

"How about the black tea, sir?" As night fell, the waiter came to the table again, "Do you want a refill? Or try our coffee? Our roast meat is also good, and it is now available. Bean Salad Complimentary."

I don't know when I was hungry, and the business banquet at noon was really lackluster. Zhu Ye nodded: "Okay, let's have a cup, and the coffee is unnecessary." He didn't want to find another help for his insomnia, that would be too bad.

The barbecue was served quickly. The rotating barbecue in Istanbul is famous all over the world. As soon as it is served, the aroma is overflowing, and it is a perfect match with the thin scones.Zhu Ye cheered up and rolled up his sleeves to eat. Food, like work, is a good medicine for temporarily distracting him.

A portion of barbecue meat was eaten, half of the white bean salad was eaten, and the chicken soup was too much to eat. Zhu Ye continued with a cup of black tea to digest the food.The spring night in Istanbul is extremely bright. Standing on the guardrail on the side of the street and looking down, the Gold Coast is brightly lit, like a jeweled dress, luxurious and bright.

The organ sounded, and at some point the wandering artist turned back, smiling and playing a lingering and refreshing tune beside him, winking while playing.Zhu Ye was leaning against the railing with a black teacup in his hand. Perhaps he was infected by the breath of the spring night. He obviously didn't drink alcohol, but he was a bit smoky. After listening to him with great interest, he took out a banknote and handed it to him: "Thank you .”

"No, someone has already paid for it," replied the wandering entertainer. "A gentleman commissioned me to play for you. The piece is called 'Nobody Sleeps By My Pillow.'"

The smile on Zhu Ye's lips froze, and he looked around: "Who is he? Where is he?"

"Oh, it was there just now, but it's gone now." The wandering artist pointed to a big tree not far away and said, "Just now he was standing under that tree, watching you for a long time, I'm going to perform for him , he gave me money and asked me to play this piece for you."

Zhu Ye walked to the side of the big tree and looked around, but there was no sign of anyone he knew. The wandering artist followed up and said mysteriously: "Maybe he is showing love to you, sir, I understand."

Zhu Ye didn't think that he was so handsome that there would be men courting him in any foreign country. Because of the nightmare 13 years ago, he even felt a chill down his back, and asked, "Excuse me, what does that gentleman look like?" look?"

"Well, a very handsome gentleman, very young, tall, probably European, with green eyes."

"Green?" Zhu Ye's heart jumped wildly, "Long hair? Silver gray?"

"Uh, it's short hair. He's wearing a hat, so he can't see clearly." The wandering artist said shyly, pushing the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, "I'm very nearsighted, sorry."

"No, it's okay." It's only been ten months, he probably won't come back so soon, and he won't show up in this kind of place...Zhu Ye thought to himself, maybe he's really going crazy, what? Can think of him.

"Sir, sir, your coat." The waiter at the coffee shop ran over with his windbreaker in his arms, probably because he was afraid that he would eat the king's meal and run out of breath. Zhu Ye hurriedly thanked him, took the windbreaker, and took it out. Take out your wallet to checkout and tip.The waiter and the vagabond left one after another, leaving him alone by the side of the road.

Feeling empty in his heart, and with a bit of misty expectation, Zhu Ye stood by the side of the road for a while. He was going to see the night view of the Gold Coast, but he lost all interest at the moment, so he continued walking along the street, intending to take a taxi back to the hotel.

"Sir, sir." A little girl in a pettiskirt ran over and handed him a big cup, looking at him with beautiful big eyes, "It's for you."

"Well, thank you." Zhu Ye took the cup, and recognized that it was a local drink for digestion and nourishing the lungs. It was similar to the rock sugar pear in China. Most of them were sold along the street, thinking that the child was just selling drinks, so he took out a coin and handed it to her.

"I've already given you the money." The little girl shook her hand, "An uncle asked me to bring it to you. He said that if you eat too much, your stomach will hurt."

"Uncle?" Zhu Ye looked around with the cup in his hand, "Where is it?"

"There." The little girl pointed to a small stall selling drinks across the street, and then said in surprise, "Hey, it's gone."

Zhu Ye didn't know why, so he still handed the coin to the little girl: "Thank you for the tip."

"Thank you." The little girl thanked him, bounced back to the booth, waved to him, and showed a bright smile.

"No one sleeps next to the pillow", and with a special drink, Zhu Ye began to feel that something was a little strange, touched the gun in his pocket, and waved for a taxi.

After returning to the hotel at eight o'clock, Zhu Ye inquired at the front desk and received a letter from the customer. Other than that, he took the elevator upstairs, walked through the corridor, swiped his card to open the door, and suddenly froze.

When I left in the afternoon, the place was clean and tidy, with nothing left, but at this moment, it was filled with bouquets of roses, coffee table, desk, chest of drawers... even the bed was covered with delicate and beautiful flowers.

what happened?Zhu Ye backed out subconsciously, looked up at the house number, yes, the door was closed and opened again, it was not a hallucination, the flowers were all there.

Wrong delivery?mischief?conspiracy?Thousands of guesses flashed through Zhu Ye's mind in an instant. He calmed down, closed the door behind his back, put the windbreaker on his left arm, put his right hand into his trouser pocket, and grabbed the handle of the gun.

Stepping on the soft carpet to the side of the coffee table, there is a huge flower basket with hundreds of crimson roses scattered in it. On the delicate and plump petals, crystal drops of water tremble slightly.

He has never received so many roses in such a big age, even if it is a conspiracy trap or something, Zhu Ye was a little frightened, threw the windbreaker on the sofa, and checked the flower basket up and down in a standard demining gesture. After a while, no mechanism was found, it didn't look like a time bomb, after a sniff, the smell was pure, and there was no suspicion of poisoning.

OK, maybe it’s just a gift from a customer. The local gang has a strange aesthetic. Maybe roses have different meanings to them, such as friendship, happy cooperation, cheaper next time, etc... Zhu Ye thought so, But still holding the gun and not daring to relax, the middle and middle fingers of his left hand gently clamped a pink heart-shaped card among the flowers, and opened it.

"Love you." Two simple words, with a sonorous and elegant brushwork, but there is no signature underneath, only a specious stick figure, like a wolf is not a wolf, like a dog is not a dog.

Is this... a show of love from the local gang?Flying Wolf Gang?Black Dog Gang?I've never heard of it...Zhu Ye froze holding the card, read it over and over again, and became more and more confused.

At this moment, the innate intuition suddenly issued an alarm, and the expression on Zhu Ye's face suddenly became tense - someone!

After drawing the gun, loading it, and turning around, Zhu Ye's gun was firmly aimed at the man behind him who was trying to attack him.

The four eyes met, the air was stagnant, and Zhu Ye froze there, holding the gun, motionless.

In the next second, his body fell into a cool embrace.

With a sound of "click", the pistol fell to the ground, and Zhu Ye's stiff body melted little by little like an ice sculpture by the fire, and soon turned into a puddle of water, and he was almost unable to stand still.

Mo Hu's body is so real and concrete, the familiar smell and body temperature all remind him that he is really back, at this very moment, right in front of him, complete and forever.

I don't know how long it took for Zhu Ye to feel his consciousness slowly returning to his body. He hugged Mo Hu's slender back tightly with slightly trembling hands, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are so vulgar!"

"I just want to be an ordinary person." Mo Hu's voice trembled, and he couldn't bear to relax his arms around him for a moment, "I just want to be an ordinary person and do some ordinary things with you, forever, forever."

Zhu Ye was choking with sobs, his chest was full of thoughts, he didn't know what to say, he raised his head for a long time, looked at his familiar face carefully, and sighed, "You've lost weight."

"The food is not good." Mo Hu smiled, but there were faint tears in his green eyes, "Fortunately, our food is good, and you are not thin, otherwise I would be so distressed."

Zhu Ye couldn't help smiling, the tip of his nose turned red: "You're not here, I will eat the leftovers from the child, so naturally I can't lose weight."

Mo Hu said apologetically: "I have wronged you, leave it to me in the future, and I will be the leftover machine for both of you."

Zhu Ye sneered, raised his hand, and stroked the light wound on his neck and face with his thumb. It has been almost a year, and the burn left by Meishu still hasn't faded away. A bit of rough masculinity is intoxicating.

"I miss you very much." Zhu Ye said hoarsely, without waiting for his response, he pinched his chin and kissed him, entangled his lips and tongue, and spread out a lingering deep kiss.

Mo Hu was instantly hit by unexpected happiness, he snorted, his tall body swayed, and then he began to respond fiercely, sucking his tongue to taste the long-lost sweetness.

The pure white gauze curtain was blown by the late spring breeze, the room was filled with the fragrance of roses, and the unique slightly sweet smell of Mo Hu... Everything came so wonderfully that Zhu Ye couldn't extricate himself. Subconsciously unbuttoning Mo Hu's chest, stroking his cold and tight chest muscles, thin waist, and flat belly, pulling off the belt, inspecting his "soldiers" ready to go like a king.

Mo Hu exhaled fiery breath from his nostrils, pulled the back of his neck and pulled down, easily divided his shirt into two halves, pulled his trousers up to his thighs, and held his upturned buttocks with his big hands, obsessively After kneading and lifting him vigorously, he picked him up and straddled his waist with his legs apart.

For some reason, the light flickered and went out. In the darkness, Mo Hu bumped into the coffee table, the flower basket was overturned, and the roses were scattered all over the ground. The sweet and greasy fragrance gradually permeated, as if being in a sea of ​​flowers.

The lips and tongue sucked, making a slight smacking sound, and the clothes were torn one by one, scattered on the carpet. Soon, the two kissed passionately, facing each other naked, and their skins rubbed intimately, arousing more pheromones.

The bed was covered with roses, and Mo Hu began to regret that someone should not have put the flowers there. Holding Zhu Ye with one hand, he opened the glass door of the terrace.The stars are shining brightly outside and the breeze is blowing. Outside the open guardrail is the rippling Golden Horn Bay. Inside the guardrail is an irregular semi-circular transparent swimming pool.

Mo Hu put Zhu Ye on the cushion by the pool, leaned over to press him, and continued the unfinished deep kiss.The breeze blew away the thin sweat on Zhu Ye's body, causing fine tremors. This slightly rough touch made people's heart surge even more, and they almost wanted to enter his body immediately and take him as their own.

And he did it right away.

Long-term abstinence made Zhu Ye's body jerky and sensitive. Even a slight tease made Zhu Ye's body agitated. His white jade-like chest gradually turned a faint blush. His inner thighs trembled slightly, and his calf hooked his neck, causing him to spasm uncontrollably.

"I love you." Mo Hu murmured, pounding in his body in a dazed way, from time to time he bent his head to kiss his lips, his nose, his eyes, and licked his eyelashes with his tongue, letting him in like a large courting animal. His whole body was stained with his own scent.

Zhu Ye could barely make a sound under Mo Hu's fierce invasion. The pain accompanied by extreme pleasure hit his brain, making him unable to see or hear anything. Open, the sky is full of stars.

The lovers who have been parted for many years are greedily enjoying the wonderful spring nights in Istanbul, from the starry sky to the deep night dew, until the hustle and bustle of the Gold Coast completely fades away, and they still refuse to stop.After a short rest, they went into the water separately, joined together again in the waist-deep pool, sank to the bottom to enjoy the stimulation of suffocation, and did not emerge from the water until they were on the verge of fainting.

Excessive indulgence made Zhu Ye's hands and feet weak, and he could hardly stand up. With the help of Mo Hu, he barely climbed to the shore, lying on the mat and panting.Mo Hu was still not satisfied, he circled around him like a fox in heat, rubbed against him, licked his face, his chest, his...

Zhu Ye moaned unbearably, pushed his head away, and begged for mercy for the first time at such a time: "Enough, I'm in a little pain."

Mo Hu stopped regretfully, went in naked to clean the big bed, and then carried him in.Zhu Ye's abdomen was pressed against his shoulder, and he felt a large stream of liquid flowing down from between his legs. He couldn't help blushing, and crawled into the quilt with his back facing him.

Mo Hu embraced him behind him with incomparable attachment, his chest pressed against his back, and he clasped his ten fingers, holding tightly.

Zhu Ye was extremely exhausted, but his brain was blissfully excited, and he couldn't fall asleep at all. Looking at the starry sky outside the window, a contented smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly remembered something: "Why did you come here to see me?"

"The first night when you come back belongs only to you." Mo Hu's breath sprayed gently on the back of his head, "Even my son can't share it."

Zhu Ye frowned, perhaps only unscrupulous parents like them could say such selfish words.

But it is so happy...

The author has something to say: Muhehehe, this chapter is a bit long and I didn't finish writing it yesterday... Do you want to keep a low profile in your comments~