phantom hand

After nine o'clock in the evening, the two returned to the hotel.

Li Chuang went to take a shower first, changed his clothes after that, and sat on the bed obediently to watch TV.

Han Mukun washed for a long time, and Li Chuang's hair was dry when he came out.The temperature of the air conditioner is very suitable, and Han Mukun feels very comfortable wearing a newly bought T-shirt and shorts.

Li Chuang patted the side of the bed, motioning for Han Mukun to come and sit down.

Han Mukun wondered, "Why?"

Li Chuang gave him a white look: "Watch TV."

Han Mukun was angry and funny: "I came all the way here just to watch TV with you?"

Li Chuang's eyes lit up instantly, and his tone was flying and his voice was loud: "Then let's do something different!"

Han Mukun was shocked, and suddenly felt that he was very unsafe, so he hurriedly said: "Then let's watch TV." After speaking, he came over and pushed Li Chuang aside, and then began to click on the remote control.

Li Chuang finally got what he wanted, and bit the man's shoulder hard, and then felt that it was not enough, he raised his palm towards the tiger's mouth again, and then the anger disappeared—as for what it was, cough, Brother Chuang said it, but can't say it.

Han Mukun was extremely calm, a bit forced by him to force the breeze to blow the hills and Tai Chi style, and let Li Chuang move his mouth and teeth, and he was facing the TV upright, as if there were eight generations of his ancestors' dragon veins on it. like.

Li Chuang pouted, feeling a little disappointed.

Mom, he has risked everything and prepared to sacrifice himself today, but fortunately, the old bastard said no at all!He must be forced to fight the overlord, right?

Brother Chuang in this room is full of passion, so why not Han Mukun in that room.But every time he got emotional, he glanced at Li Chuang from the corner of his eye, and the emotion disappeared.This fucking is not ordinary entanglement!For example, you really want to eat pumpkin, and you also bought a big golden pumpkin to start, but when you were about to cut it, you found that it was not a pumpkin but a watermelon. Become a red heart, and this change is still an unstable equation, just go to the left for a while, go to the right for a while, become a pumpkin for a while, and become a watermelon for a while, even if you tell yourself countless times that this is a pumpkin, objective facts have also proved that this is a pumpkin, But you just can't control the worry in your subconscious mind, as if it is a big crunchy and rustling watermelon in one bite, the juice is flying and the fruity fragrance is overflowing.

To put it bluntly, now that the little bastard is with him, he is like a very familiar stranger.He can mess with his wife as he likes, but when facing strangers, he just can't burn his enthusiasm - he can do it, but he can't be emotional.

Then there is no point.

The two kept watching the TV until Han Mukun was the first to lose his strength.

"I said, ancestor, you are still not asleep." Han Mukun crawled across mountains and rivers to another bed. As soon as his head touched the pillow, he almost lost consciousness.

Li Chuang glanced at him and raised his eyebrows: "Sleep with you, I'll watch for a while."

The TV was so loud that it could be heard eight hundred miles away. Han Mukun was sure that there was no one next door to them, otherwise he would have come over to knock on the door to protest.He hoped so, so that at least he wouldn't be the only one being abused: "I've been on a fucking plane all morning, and I've been shopping all night, can you have a little humanitarian spirit, at least you have to understand how to respect the old and love the young?" !"

Li Chuang was unmoved: "You don't love the young, why should I respect the old?"

Han Mukun wanted to bite his finger and write a big grievance on the pillow: "Why don't I love my child anymore!"

Li Chuang turned his head to look at him, moved his lips, but didn't know what he wanted to say, and finally simply turned off the TV and turned off the lights, and went directly to Han Mukun's bed in the dark.

Han Mukun was just about to rejoice that the two of them finally didn't have to face each other, when he felt a cool air rushing into the bed, and the next moment his body was tightly hugged.Although he couldn't see it, he also knew that he was curled up in someone's arms in an incomparably small bird-like posture, and the goosebumps were popping out at that moment.

"Hey, why do you have a bed with me?" Han Mukun moved uncomfortably, and finally pushed himself and the intruder a few centimeters away.

In the darkness, no one could see anyone's expression.

The curtains were too tightly blocked, not to mention the expression, even the general outline could not be seen, and everything in sight was pitch black.

Li Chuang didn't hurry up to post them again, but kept this shallow distance.His voice was a little harsh, as if with a little resentment and a little unwillingness: "You don't miss me?"

It was impossible for Li Chuang to ask such questions before, but at this moment, they were so easy to say.It's like a cat with its belly spread out, completely trusting, without a trace of defense.

Han Mukun's eyes were a little hot. He raised his hand and gently touched the child's face. It was different from the softness in the past. Now this one has sharp edges and corners: "I think, especially when I was in Shenzhen."

Li Chuang let him caress, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What about now?"

"I still think about it," Han Mukun slowly withdrew his hand, "I still think about it more than when I was in Shenzhen."

Li Chuang opened his eyes wide, as if he could see that person through the boundless darkness, but it was only as if.He breathed heavily into the darkness, like a patient with heart failure, fast but quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Mukun heard the boy say in a low voice, "I'm right here, didn't you see it?"

Although he knew that the other party could not see, Han Mukun still showed a wry smile. Quiet Night seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made it easy for people to remove the disguise and reveal the truest self.So he said to the person next to him: "I came all the way to find my little bastard, but he disappeared. Can you give him back to me?"

Han Mukun's ending sound slowly dissipated in this confined space.

It's like a dark velvet cloth that absorbs all sound and is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop.The air is slowly sucked away in this silence, and the whole world is suffocating.

"Your meat is much tougher than before." Han Mukun wanted to ease the atmosphere. He pinched Li Chuang's face while talking, but accidentally got his fingertips wet.

Han Mukun was stunned, thinking that he had been stabbed by something sharp, causing severe pain.

He couldn't help holding the child's head into his arms, and discovered for the first time that tears can burn the skin.He didn't know what to do, and he didn't dare to turn on the light, so he could only hug this familiar yet stranger tightly, and sincerely said, "I'm sorry."

Li Chuang had never been so embarrassing, he began to resent Han Mukun's meddling, if he kept quiet like that, maybe no one in this world would know that he used to cry like a bitch on such a summer night.

No, maybe Han Mukun didn't know either.Because he couldn't see his expression, couldn't hear his crying, he could only touch his tears, but the tears wouldn't come out of his mouth to tell him how miserable, embarrassed, and sad he was crying.So, he could go on manly—

"Haha, what's wrong with that, I'm sorry, and I'm the one who said it. I've never seen anyone change in the middle of a relationship. You're unlucky, admit it."

Han Mukun seemed to smile, and then Li Chuang felt himself being hugged even tighter.

Li Chuang tentatively stretched out his arms around the opponent's waist, but was not rejected, so he tightened his arms tighter, as if he was afraid that the person would run away.

Han Mukun gently kissed his hair, and said, "Give me some time."

Li Chuang could clearly feel the sincerity in those words, so he answered seriously: "Yes."

Han Mukun was relieved, but he was afraid that the little bastard might be duplicity, so he quickly confirmed, "You won't blame me, will you?"

Li Chuang bit the man's chest, but unfortunately it was too hard, he didn't bite the meat, but almost bit his own tongue, so when he opened his mouth again, he was annoyed: "That's all nonsense, if you suddenly become Zhao Qingyu, I will also collapse."

Han Mukun smiled, but felt comforted.

That night, Han Mukun didn't sleep well, not to mention that he couldn't stretch his arms and legs, and his arms were numb from the pressure of Li Chuang, who was similar in size to him - the hotel single bed was obviously too small for two big men.

That night, Li Chuang fell to the ground three times, and when he got up persistently for the third time, he found that Han Mukun had already occupied the entire bed in a big character shape, and finally went back to his own bed in embarrassment—the bed was empty for half the night. , very cold.

Han Mukun stayed in Shenyang for three days.

Li Chuang showed his friendship as a landlord to the fullest, and took men around where he could eat, play, buy, and shop. If Han Mukun didn't even bring his notebook to the company and really needed the big boss to go back, he might really not want to leave.

Of course, this joy is only reflected in the spiritual level. Every night, the two of them have to behave like conservative couples in the 70s, clean up their lives, respect each other as guests, and practice the moral code of "you can't cross circles without a certificate".It's just that the certificate between them is a knot in their hearts.

When sending Han Mukun through the security check, Li Chuang murmured, "I'll go to practice after the school starts, and you should figure it out for me quickly. It's a neat job."

Han Mukun didn't say whether he could or couldn't, he just gave a military salute jokingly, and then said, "Assure the organization, I will work hard."

Li Chuang wanted to kiss him, but he couldn't keep his face from being surrounded by people.

But when the plane really took off, he stood on the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the sky from a distance, and regretted it again, especially regretted it.