Rational derailment

"There is a shortage of clean gauze here, not to mention disinfectants." Wu Si changed the gauze for Miller, "You should work harder and don't let the wound get infected."

The implication is that once infected, you just wait to die.Although it was a caring word, but the tone was somewhat cursed, which can also be reflected from Wu Si's unceremonious hand movements.

"Hiss—" Miller felt the pain, and Wu Siti's movement of knotting the bandage immediately relaxed and became gentle.

"You're really..." Miller had just opened his mouth, but Wu Si immediately interrupted him.

"Even if Zema fell in front of me, I would still be worried and anxious." Wu Si helped Miller bandage his wound and put on his clothes again, with a serious expression on his face, without any intention of joking.

Rolling his eyes, Miller grabbed Wu Si's hands, "I really didn't know you would be so awkward."

"Then what should I do?" Looking up, Wu Si and Miller looked at each other closely without fear.

"Isn't it romantic to admit you're worried about me and comfort me tenderly?"

Romantic your size!Wu Si couldn't say this, because Miller sealed his lips, so tender that it seemed to be as sweet as honey.Do you think I dare not push you away because you are injured?Thinking about it this way, Wu Si didn't push out his hand after all, but instead hugged Miller's neck, deepening the kiss.

Well, no matter how you say it, this knife is really painful, so it's better to appease the injured.

When the door was knocked, the two were kissing passionately, and Miller's hand had already untied Wu Si's clothes, stroking his skin.Wu Si wanted to break free when he heard the knock on the door, but Miller refused to let go. He still grabbed the two points on his chest with his fingers and kneaded them.

"Hmm!" Wu Si trembled and grabbed the raging hands, "If you want to keep DQ out, I don't mind continuing."

There were two more knocks on the door, and Miller had to let go of Wu Si, and kissed his forehead reluctantly.On the way to open the door, Wu Si conveniently arranged the clothes messed up by Miller.

The one standing outside the door was indeed DQ. His clothes were still the same dirty ones, but his beard and hair had been tidied up so that they would not be fluffy and messy like cotton candy, but there was still a strong smell of alcohol spreading from his body , the smell seemed to seep into his bones, and it couldn't be eliminated no matter what.

He held a can of cheese in his hand, the packaging was very simple, but DQ held it in his arms, looking very precious.When Wu Si walked into the room, DQ pulled his beard and clothes uncomfortably.

When handing the cheese to Miller and saying thank you, DQ felt even more uncomfortable. He knew that this piece of cheese was not a good thing. In big cities, it was just the cheapest brand, but here, a piece of cheese can at least In exchange for ten bottles of beer, and judging from the appearance of the DQ baby cheese, this may be his bottom baby.

After borrowing the cheese, Miller gestured to Wu Si, who had tacitly taken a chair for DQ and took out a bottle of good whiskey from their travel bags.

Seeing the bottle of wine, DQ first licked his lower lip greedily, and then realized that the cheese he gave was too crude, and wanted to take it back, but was stopped by Miller, who opened the cheese in front of him, and the outermost Mildew has appeared on the first floor, but fortunately it is not serious.

When Wu Si poured two glasses of wine, Miller also cut the cheese and divided it into three small portions.

"I didn't expect the situation here to be so bad." Miller took a bite of the cheese, "I want to add some protein, but I can't even buy milk. Thank you for the cheese, it's delicious."

Wu Si put a glass of wine in DQ's hand and clinked another glass with him, "Thank God, this bottle of wine was not snatched on the way."

It was already like this, DQ couldn't bear it anymore, greedily drank the wine in the glass, and licked the wall of the glass with his tongue, Wu Si poured him another glass, and he drank more than half of it before watching to Miller.

"You came here specifically to find me?"

"Yes." Miller nodded, swallowed all the cheese, wanted to pick up Wu Si's wine glass, but he took it away, and gave him a glass of boiled water. He glanced at Wu Si and drank the boiled water helplessly , "We have been looking for you for a long time."

Miller explained all the reasons why he was looking for DQ and the idea of ​​inviting him to participate in "City 5", without any reservations, and did not sell any tricks. DQ was listening very seriously, occasionally showing a wry smile, but he didn't interrupt Miller.

After Miller finished speaking, after a while, DQ sighed, "I want to help you too, but unfortunately, I have more energy than I can, sorry."

"why?"

Picking up the wine glass in his hand, DQ looked at Miller, "This should be a very expensive bottle."

"This is Scotch whiskey brewed in 1926, and the taste should be very mellow."

DQ smiled, showing his yellow teeth full of dirt, "In my opinion, this tastes the same as the bad wine bought at the street stall."

"..." Even if you know the meaning of DQ, but when you hear this sentence, you will be upset if you equate a bottle of wine with 5 to 6 francs to a street stall worth a few dollars. Ma airlifted the bottle over.

"In my opinion, any movie, any story is bullshit, there is no difference between good and bad." DQ took another sip of wine, picked up a third of the cheese that was allocated to him, and chewed it, showing a look of enjoyment.

"For the sake of the knife I blocked for you, you can spend half an hour reading my bullshit story." When Miller said, Wu Si had already placed the script of City Code 5 in front of DQ .

DQ looked at Miller's serious expression, then at the wine glass in his hand, and finally turned his attention to the script.

As the time went by, Wu Si could even hear the yelling outside the window gradually becoming quieter. The chaotic afternoon market had ended, and the sun was setting, and the room was smudged with red light.

Miller seemed calm, but it was not difficult for Wu Si to see his nervousness. The pen in his hand was about to be broken. The more serious DQ's expression was, the more nervous he became, as if he was being judged by a teacher for his graduation work.

half an hour?It's been almost two hours, right?Everything is bullshit, why have I never seen anyone who can study bullshit research so seriously?

So serious that Wu Si didn't even notice that Wu Si refilled his drink.

Finally, after DQ finished reading the script, he raised his head and frowned, "How could you make up such a vulgar story?!"

When DQ finished this sentence, Wu Si didn't miss the detail that the pen in Miller's hand was bounced off, hit the wall, and fell to the ground in pieces.