phantom hand

Li Chuang knew that when he was impulsive, he had no control at all, and his attack was definitely a greeting to death, so he observed it very carefully.

I saw the eight or nine centimeters of gauze covering the upper right of Ling Fei's eyebrows, the square edges covered one-third of the corners of the eyebrows, and I turned my head slightly, as if I could still see some red stains on the gauze layer.There are also some scratches on places other than the gauze, but they are very shallow and dotted. It should be carefully rubbed with alcohol, so it is very clean.

Wei Wei's hanging heart finally subsided, and Li Chuang noticed the faint herbal fragrance on Ling Fei's body.This is a rather strange thing. Li Chuang put down Ling Fei's bangs, lowered his head and sniffed carefully, and was sure that it wasn't the smell of smoke, alcohol, or the sour smell of vomiting, but it was really fragrant, which reminded him of the Dragon Boat Festival. The scent of the festival sachet is especially refreshing in the smell of disinfectant.

Ling Fei slowly came back to his senses, and saw Li Chuang's mummy-like head rubbing back and forth near his slightly open neckline, just about to frown and slap it away, but the other party stepped back as if he had a premonition, Then he heard Li Chuang say: "Well, fortunately, my arm strength is not good now."

Strangely, the annoyance that I had just gripped a little bit disappeared again.

Ling Fei is not a good-tempered person, but he likes to vent his emotions in various distorted ways, such as racing cars, drinking alcohol, or having sex with others. It's like taking opium, and it's a pity that the satisfaction after relief often doesn't last long, and his negative emotions are like a perpetual motion machine that keeps turning, so he has to be like a person looking for an oasis. The desert traveler, who just came out of this illusion, can't wait to rush to the next mirage.

It is rare to be in such a situation where one is conscious, peaceful, and able to do nothing quietly without feeling uncomfortable.

Brother Chuang didn't realize Young Master Ling's kindness, he just felt that the atmosphere at the moment is a bit weird, too quiet always makes people uneasy, especially when there is someone staring at you in the pale bedside lamp.

"Just tell me what you think." Li Chuang looked at the other party with a little embarrassment, "I'm not good at understanding, so I can't make eye contact."

The reminder was very effective. In the next second, Ling Fei stretched out his finger and stroked lightly between Li Chuang's eyebrows, as if regretting: "It would be great if it was here."

Ling Fei's words were endless, but Li Chuang understood the spirit very considerately, and Ling Fei's expression was really subtle, half-truth and half-false, which made Li Chuang nervous: "Don't you want to fill another bottle? Well, let me tell you that my brother has anemia, so he can't help opening the floodgates like this."

Ling Fei smiled vaguely, and spoke in a careless tone: "If you're afraid, don't come out to play like others."

"Do you think I'm afraid? If it's my own parts, you can greet me casually," Li Chuang stopped here and became irritable again, "Forget it, it's useless to tell you."

As soon as Li Chuang finished speaking, the phone rang suddenly.

At first Li Chuang thought it was his phone calling, but when he listened to it, he felt something was wrong. The ringtone set by Zhao Qingyu remained unchanged. It was Beethoven’s moonlight, the pure piano version, as soft as the ringtone at night. Lake water, now the moonlight is playing, but it can be used as dance music in a disco, the rhythm is fast and the mix is ​​messy, there is no moonlight taste, no matter how you listen, you can only associate it with artificial lights that make people dizzy and confused.

While analyzing it, the ringing stopped abruptly.

Ling Fei picked up the phone, and a vague smile slowly surfaced on his face: "Baby, miss me?"

Li broke through the black line, thinking that it would be a skill to get such a disgusting flirt into a place where no one else was around.But slowly, he felt something strange.

The other end of the phone seemed to be asking about the injury, but Ling Fei had a puzzled expression on his face. He spoke nonsense and said it as if it was true: "Injured? Are you dreaming in the middle of the night?" He looked at Li Chuang while talking, and suddenly teased him again. He smiled, "Ah, don't say it, my kid was too nervous just now, he bit me, and the teeth marks haven't receded yet, does that count?"

Under the guidance of Ling Fei's eyes, Li Chuang naturally looked down from the opponent's face, all the way to the key points, and then suddenly realized.The dynamic scene slowly rose in his mind, and Li Chuang collapsed—fuck, why should he be so disgusting!

Li Chuang didn't know if he was disgusted over there, but Li Chuang only saw Ling Fei frowned slightly, it was too fast, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a foolish face again: "Okay, um, You come to the hospital, but if you can’t find anyone, don’t bother me with your calls, in case I’m on the verge of death, who’s to blame if it doesn’t work?”

Li Chuang was basically sure that Ling Fei did it on purpose, and it was this guy's hobby to disgust others with him?

Just as he was thinking about it, Ling Fei suddenly said: "No, no, how can I explain to my wife when you come out like this in the middle of the night? Although I am innocent...Well, in this case, you give your wife the phone number, and I will talk to her first..."

Li Chuang was listening hard, but Ling Fei was silent. Looking again, Mr. Ling's call must have been unilaterally cut off by the other party.Ling Fei still had that dead expression that could make people itch with hatred, whistled frivolously, and casually threw the phone back into his coat pocket.

Li Chuang was very emotional. He deeply felt that it was not easy for Mr. Ling to grow up to the present as a person who seemed to be in need of beating from all angles.

But at this moment, the villain is still arguing with him: "I hate it when people hang up on me first."

The corners of Li Chuang's mouth twitched, his forehead twitched, and he felt that he would vomit blood if he said one more word to this person, so he got up and wanted to leave, but he saw Ling Fei casually touching the back of his hand where the bottle was hanging, and the next second, the needle that was being infused Pulled out by him, he didn't pay attention to the strength of the angle at all, as if it was not his own hand casually.Xue Zhu'er scrambled to squeeze out, Ling Fei casually pushed back the half-open tape, pressed hard a few times, and then ignored it.

"Going back to school, I'll see you off." Ling Fei asked Li Chuang with a smile while putting on his coat.

Li Chuang couldn't find his expression: "What are you doing!?"

"Discharged from the hospital." Ling Fei's voice was as happy as if he was going for a hike or a picnic.

Li Chuang felt that he should ask the doctor to do another CT scan of this person's brain.

"Hey, are you going back or not?" Ling Fei had finished packing, so he came over and asked again.

Li Chuang subconsciously shook his head.

The earth is too dangerous, there are alien species in human skin everywhere.

"I'll come to play with you some other day when I'm free." Before the alien left, he gave Li Chuang a boo from the air.

The dropper was still clicking regularly, and the liquid flowed out from the needle, slowly dyeing a flower of water on the blindingly white bed sheet.

When he returned to his ward, Han Mukun had already fallen asleep.Wrapped in a quilt, the head and feet are exposed, like a long strip of laver that has not been cut into pieces.Li Chuang called him, but he didn't respond, and kicked him a few more times, but the opponent just turned over.Li Chuang thought that he hadn't been away for a long time, how could this person sleep like a dead pig, but then he thought about it, well, he is still old and doesn't have the energy to make troubles.

"If I don't get up again, I'm leaving." Li Chuang leaned into the other party's ear and yelled.

Han Mukun finally responded—snoring slightly.

Li Chuang was speechless. As for what, he didn't sleep so dead the day he ran [-] meters.

The lights in the room were on, and everything was now clearly illuminated.Li Chuang didn't retreat immediately after shouting, but observed Han Mukun with the help of light.The man was lying on his side, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his nose was straight, and his lips were light and slightly dry.The thin eyelids that were closed suddenly moved, and Li Chuang saw the faint lines in the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, Li Chuang felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He thought, if he is Zhao Qingyu, a homosexual, then Han Mukun is his future. 35 six, still rootless, tossing with her little boyfriend without sleep most of the night, or casually drinking with a group of men, shaking dice and watching pornographic dances, and finally having a one-night stand.Ling Fei said don't play if you can't afford it, but what kind of game is this?Pure fucking tossing, wasting money, wasting life and fucking wasting social resources.

At the end, Li Chuang felt that Han Mukun's sleeping face made him panic.

When Li Chuang escaped from the hospital, he rubbed shoulders with a group of hurried men in windbreakers. After walking a long way, he still felt that the man was staring at his head. Based on the principle that nothing is worse than nothing, more things are worse than less things. Li Chuang ignored it and took the first bus in the morning.

At that time, there was just a hint of whiteness in the sky, and when he finally returned to the vicinity of the school after tossing and turning, the sky was already bright.

A rare sunny winter day gradually dispelled his wild thoughts.

The glasses had long since disappeared, and the blurred vision made Li Chuang very uncomfortable. Thinking that the class was a bible anyway, he went to the optical shop first.During the optometry, Shao Xiaodong called and said that the professor had called the roll.Li Chuang wanted to cry but had no tears, and he also ordered the big class with more than 200 people who scolded his mother.Shao Xiaodong hurriedly comforted him, saying that Song Hongqing had blocked the way for you. Li Chuang was quite curious, so Shao Xiaodong told him vividly.The general idea is that when the professor called Song Hongqing, he didn't answer, and when the professor called Li Chuang, he helped to answer, and then he slipped out from the back door of the lecture theater, pretending to be late for the bathroom, and came in from the main door with a generous attitude. Correctly admitting his mistake and telling himself that his name is Song Hongqing, the whole process was seamless.After Li Chuang listened, he opened his mouth half-opened for a long time and couldn't close it.

When I went back to school, all my roommates came back from get out of class, and when Li Chuang entered, he was surrounded by crowds.Not to mention anything else, just the net bag on the top of the head can knock everyone down.Wang Han touched it curiously, and asked, which comic exhibition did you go to for cosplay?Li Chuang didn't hold back his anger.But the truth must not be told, so after hesitating for a long time, Li Chuang talked nonsense with the crowd, staggered and fell to avoid an unscrupulous speeding car and knocked his head on the curb.The masses were more curious about Ma Luyazi than Brother Chuang's injury, so Li Chuang spent another 15 minutes popularizing the Northeast dialect.After finishing everything with great difficulty, the crowd expressed that Brother Chuang, who changed to wearing contact lenses, was even more ecstasy.

It was noon when Han Mukun called.Li Chuang was sleeping soundly, and after a long time of ideological struggle, he fed him unhappy, but it turned out that he was not very happy there.

"It's quite capable, and you slipped back without saying a word?"

"No way," Li Chuang yawned lazily, "Someone fell asleep like a pig."

"How was your talk with Young Master Ling?" Although he was hiding it, Li Chuang could still hear the man's concern about this issue.

So on purpose, he floated out two words: "Very good."

Sure enough, Han Mukun's voice sank a bit: "Don't play haha ​​with me."

Li Chuang gritted his teeth, and simply sat up: "I said it's good, but it's good. We have a friendly atmosphere and have a lively conversation. I don't understand why you are so worried. Why, the surname Ling is your God of Wealth!"

Han Mukun was a little embarrassed that part of his mind was exposed, but another part of his mind was disdainful, which made him have enough resentment: "I'm fucking worried about you. That person has no depth in his work. Who knows what he can do later!"

Li Chuang narrowed his eyes slightly, a certain problem that had been stuffed in his heart all night was about to break through.He really didn't want to ask, because it sounded so hypocritical, and sounded like a bitch, but no matter how hard he tried to press it down, smash it down, cover it down, it still struggled tenaciously, making a fuss. He was restless.

Taking a deep breath, Li Chuang went all out: "The surname is Han."

"Ok?"

"Did you see Ling Fei jumping on me?"

There was silence, lasting a few seconds on the phone line.

Then Li Chuang heard Han Mukun say, "I thought you guys were just kidding."

Li Chuang's response was also silent for a few seconds, and then he closed the line.

Han Mukun didn't call again.

Li Chuang can't tell what it feels like in his heart. It's a bit like the sour water after drunken vomiting, and it's a bit like the depression in the low pressure before the storm is about to come. His drowsiness was gone, and he suddenly wanted to go to the playground for a couple of laps, thinking about nothing but listening to the howling wind.

In fact, what Han Mukun said and did was not a big mistake.Before he asked, Li Chuang had thought about it for him. There are so many people in the box and countless dark corners, how can he take care of so many.Maybe at that time he was being punished for drinking, was watching a porn dance, and was going to the bathroom to relieve himself, which was quite normal.But now that he heard the original answer, he still felt that he could understand it. Han Mukun himself had been eaten by others, and seeing him entangled with Ling Fei was not a serious matter, it was too reasonable.

Li Chuang can understand.

But understanding does not mean not being aggrieved.

If, just to say, if he, Li Chuang, is not a man but a woman, then when he goes out with Han Mukun, can he watch others play with him like this?Unless he has no intentions, any bricks with a human touch must be photographed.So the conclusion came out, this is GAY, no matter how much we promote the equality and freedom of love for all beings, its composition determines that it cannot be the same as heterosexuality, put all the fucking men together, who knows who is whose, huh.

Li Chuang just meditated on the bed for more than half an hour. As certain thoughts slowly took shape, his stagnation was somewhat relieved, so he muttered, "Damn, I haven't had a serious relationship once, just give me a difficult one." ", pulling off the quilt and going to catch up on sleep again.

It was only when Li Chuang was washing his face at night that he saw his own face in the mirror, and he was not frightened. The net bag on his head looked like a golf ball, and he was entangled in whoever saw it.Brother Chuang felt guilty for no reason, and hastily put down the half-squeezed toothpaste and sent a text message to this deity: [The little grass is greener because of the wind and frost, the little flower is more beautiful because of the heavy rain, and the little tree is more beautiful because of the rain. Strong winds are more upright, and little people are stronger because of ups and downs.Please Yudi connotation. 】Brother Yu was thinking about it in the middle of the night. In his ignorance, he felt that the answer would not be what he would like to hear, but he could still feel the vitality between the lines, so he deleted the text message with peace of mind, pretending that he had never received it.