Rarely affectionate

The bedroom door was kicked open.Rossthorn carried Langbai with both hands horizontally, and one foot accurately touched the door panel that bounced back after hitting the wall, then walked to the bed and put down Langbai.

"You go and take someone to guard the door, and you go to pick up the doctor. And you, right? Pour him a cup of hot water."

Lang Bai closed his eyes, but he could still feel Mo Fang's reproachful gaze on him.After a sound of footsteps, the room fell silent. Rosethorn closed the door and walked back to the bed.

"If you keep working like this, it won't be long before you can book your funeral."

Lang Bai opened his eyes slightly, Ross Thorne stood by the bed, looking down at him.

His figure is against the light, so it looks extraordinarily high.Lang Bai had to raise his head and squint his eyes to see the expression on his face carefully.

This young master from a low-class gangster who was once looked down upon by Lang Bai, although he still maintains a normal and calm expression on his face, his eyes are a little strange.

Lang Bai lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

"Huh, what do you mean? You took up all the affairs of the Yuan family in the United States at a superhuman speed and took down Ike? Tijuana's family responsibilities. It occupies the strongest and most central position. Your daily workload can make me do it for a week, but do you really think you can live seven times longer than normal people?"

Lang Bai interrupted him, "I just need to live half of a normal person."

Ross Thorn laughed back angrily: "And then? Die?"

Unexpectedly, Lang Bai did not refute. He lay on his back on the big bed, his thin body sank deep into the soft mattress like floating clouds, staring at the beige ceiling absently.It took him a while to hear him softly say: "Rosthorne, you should have understood when you invited me to join the Skull and Bones. My situation, my wishes, and my ambitions. Didn't you invite me only after seeing these things?" Is it?"

Rosethorne couldn't refute that from him.The Skull and Bones take their members' family identities extremely seriously, but that's not everything.They want to see the ambitions of their members, not only in the power network of the upper class in the United States, they also want to extend their tentacles to Europe, South Africa and Southeast Asia.

"My father graduated from Yale back then, and my eldest brother also attended Yale a few years ago, but they were not invited. Why?" Lang Bai looked at Rossthorne, raised a hand, and for a moment Rose Thorne thought he wanted to hold his hand, but then he saw Lang Bai put his hand on his heart.

"Because their status is very high, their hearts are already satisfied with the position of their bodies, but I have been silent and humble for more than ten years, and my heart is not satisfied with staying in the dust. Not only You, you all felt this at the beginning, right?"

Rose Thorne stood silently beside the bed, the light reflected from behind him, forming a shadow on Langbai's face, and his eyes were extraordinarily clear and cold in the middle of the black shadow.

This thin and pale body contained energy, which became stronger and stronger year after year, and became more and more impossible to ignore.When it found an opportunity to erupt, it shook the entire Yuan family like a volcano that was no longer silent.

"You have to remember that things are always reversed." After a long time, Rose Thorne said in dry Chinese, and then he changed to English: "I can feel that you are too good at calculation, even if you are not so Be careful and cautious, and your position in the Skull and Bones Society is also extremely strong, and no one can shake it. Aren’t many people like Ike? Tijuana is so devoted to you? Lang Bai, you have worked hard, enough. There is no life. "

"There is no life." Lang Bai repeated his words in a low voice, closed his eyes, and sighed, the voice was so soft that it almost scattered in the air like the wind.

"No, Rose Thorne, you don't understand—I came to America because of something that happened in Hong Kong..."

Rosethorn waited to hear what he said next, but he just stopped talking and lay there for a long time.At this time, there was no knocking on the door outside. Rossthorn looked back, and the young man who always silently followed Lang Bai and waited for orders came in with a glass of water, put the celadon tea cup gently on the bedside, and then did not look After taking a look at Lang Bai, he left quietly.

The door clicked.Lang Bai didn't open his eyes, and said lightly: "You go out too, and let me be alone."

Rose Thorne suddenly felt irritated. In the early spring weather, he was sweating hot, and his thin woolen sweater was very wet and uncomfortable.At the same time, the desire to smoke rose from his throat, and seeing Lang Bai who was silently lying on his side in front of him made him even more anxious. "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette." He left the sentence, then strode out of the room, closing the door tightly.

Lang Bai's not-so-small apartment was guarded by a few men with live ammunition, all of whom seemed to be well-trained, standing at the door like javelins.Mo Fang lives upstairs in this apartment, and now he has returned to his residence and doesn't know what to do.The huge living room was deserted. Rossthorne sat on the large leather sofa and smoked. The sweat dried up little by little.

The doctor arrived quickly, and under the guidance of his subordinates, he entered Lang Bai's bedroom, and then there was no movement.Taking advantage of this gap, Rose Thorne lazily looked at the layout of Langbai's apartment, just like the owner, all the furniture was in black and white tones, with heavy materials, simple and practical, without any flashy burden.The kitchen connected to the living room is spotlessly clean. The white cabinets, dishwasher, and knife rack are gleaming coldly. You can tell at a glance that there has never been a fire here.

Everything is where it should be, organized and organized.The only exception is the sticky note on the refrigerator, which seems to have a lot of handwriting on it.Rose Thorne stepped forward, and saw that not all of them were written in beautiful and stiff fonts, and some of them might have been written by Mo: "Do you also change all your shirts?" "Don't forget to take a pill after dinner every morning." After this sentence, something was crossed out, leaving a black blotch of ink on the sticky note, followed by another sentence: "Occasionally, only eat half a piece!"

Roththorne wondered what kind of medicine is best to reduce the dose occasionally. His eyes moved down, and he saw Langbai's handwriting. Under the line of the shirt, it said: "Go back and redo the collar and cuffs." Pills At the bottom of that line was simply written: "Got it." After turning the page, I saw that Lang Bai had neatly memorized the serial numbers of several products, and their mobile phone numbers of their manufacturers were written below them one by one.

Ross Thorne stared at Lang Bai's clear and solitary characters for a long time, then turned his head and looked around the entire kitchen.The induction cooker is the only black thing in this space. Others, whether it is the cupboard, the sink or the tiled floor, are all pure white. Looking in the same direction, neatly stuck together.There are also some chopsticks placed in the celadon chopsticks barrel, which are not scattered at all. All the chopsticks are quietly and obediently tilted in the same direction, like obedient soldiers.

All of this clearly and silently tells the personality of the owner. Rose Thorn remembered that Lang Bai's private reading room at school was also organized. First time as Ike?When Tijuana passed by, he would flip through a few of the books he had put on top, and then each time Lang Bai smiled, gently and unobtrusively, and put them back in place.

He himself is very tired, right?Ross Thorne couldn't help thinking so.

The sound of the door opening and closing came from the bedroom. After a while, the doctor came out, saw Rose Thorne, and hurriedly bowed: "The examination has been completed."

"How about it?"

"It's just that the immune function decline and nervous gastritis caused by overwork are caused by long-term anxiety. Fortunately, there are no more serious diseases such as malignant tumors."

Rose Thorne nodded: "Thank you for calling you here so late. I have asked someone to write the check, and I still have some cash."

The doctor hurriedly thanked him.In order to avoid taxes, they prefer cash for many charges. However, wealthy owners like Roththorn, in addition to paying the consultation fees with credit cards or checks, will also prepare some extra cash to express their gratitude to the doctor for his late-night visits.

Rose Thorne walked to Lang Bai's bedroom and pushed open the door.Lang Bai lay quietly on the bed, the floor heating in the room was so heated that he only pulled the quilt up to his waist, and was still wearing the smoke gray narrow shirt that he had attended the reception.The tie had been pulled off by himself, two buttons were loose at the neckline, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, exposing a thin wrist with prominent bones.There was an injection on the back of his hand, and the needle was placed beside the bed.

With his eyes closed like this, he looked like he was fast asleep, but Rossthorne knew he wasn't asleep.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.Lang Bai's breathing was slightly calm in such a deep night, slightly stirring the almost frozen air.His wrist was almost resting on the edge of the bed, under the pale to transparent skin, the light blue blood vessels snaked so abruptly, like quiet little snakes.

His elbows were pressed against the silk quilt embroidered with elegant flowers. His skin was extremely delicate, and under the orange light, it had a moist and crystal-clear texture. It seemed that the texture was almost the same as silk.That hand looked too weak, and it hung down slightly like this, giving people a feeling of being overwhelmed.Rose Thorne suddenly recalled Langbai's wrist that he touched in the garden in the afternoon. The bones were sticky, abrupt and thin, and it was also such a fragile support there, and it felt like it might break if it was slightly bent.

The feeling of touch remained on Rosethorn's palm, and he couldn't help but move a little, clenched his fist tightly.

"……What are you looking at?"

Rosethorn raised his head abruptly, and saw Lang Bai looking at him under the lamp, his gaze was downcast, as if separated by an invisible barrier.

"I'm looking at... your hands are beautiful."

"Pretty?" Lang Bai repeated the word, and it was only then that Rosethorn noticed that the word he used was pretty.This word is a bit of a shameful thing to describe a man, purely sensual, and a bit frivolous.Before he could change his words and explain something, suddenly there was a strong wind on his neck, and when he realized it, he was already tightly bound by a hand, so strong that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

That hand had such tyrannical strength, which made Rossthorn even more unexpected.

Lang Bai's eyes are close at hand, beautiful but cold, with a sense of calm indifference.Rose Thorne stared at him, and it took him a while to make a sound from his throat: "...I didn't mean that."

"I don't like being described by men like that." Lang Bai let go of his hand and slowly sat back on the bed.

Rose Thorne touched his neck and felt a red mark left on it. He coughed a few times and said, "You will feel uncomfortable if you are described by a woman like this. In short, you are a loner and believe in abstinence, yes no?"

Lang Bai was silent for a moment, with an unconcealable disgust flashing in his expression: "I just can't figure out why people are so keen on such disgusting things."

"Annoying thing?" Ross Thorn shook his head while rubbing the muscles on his neck, "You have a psychological shadow about sexual behavior, you are buried in work all day, and you have never met any good women, so you take it for granted that sex is dirty Hate people who are painful? By the way, in your capacity, there are many women in Hong Kong who take the initiative to throw themselves into your arms... Are they too enthusiastic? Have you cast a shadow on this kind of thing?"

Just like when they brought up this topic before, Lang Bai always replaced any answer with a smile, but now he didn't even have a short smile, he just stared at Rose Thorn coldly, silent for a long time, and then said A dead American tone replied: "It's a private matter of mine."

Taking off his usual gentle and friendly mask, his indifference at the moment surprised Rossthorne a bit.But soon he regained his composure and said: "The doctor said that you have been in anxiety for a long time and cannot relax. If this continues, you will break the string. Why don't you try it?"

He stretched out his hand, just in front of Lang Bai at such a close distance: "You are not in good health, I won't do it to the end, I just let you relax. Is this okay?"

Lang Bai stared at Ross Thorn's hand without moving for a long time, so long that the air around him seemed to freeze, and the pause was far longer than the time required for nodding his head in agreement.It took about a minute or so before Roththorne heard him speak, saying, "If you say something like this next time, you won't even be friends. Remember?"

"..." Ross Thorn withdrew his hand and smiled: "Forget it. But it's a pity."

He had a vague feeling in his heart that Lang Bai didn't have no sexual experience as he said when he joined the club. If he didn't know anything about this kind of thing, then he wouldn't show such unconcealable disgust.He would only hate it if he knew it well. He should have had quite a bad memory in this regard, and even created a psychological shadow of resistance.

"Then go to sleep and rest early. I'll wait here until your injection is finished."

Lang Bai sat on the bed, watching Ross Thorne find an armchair in the corner of the room and sit down, took out his mobile phone to send a message, and didn't intend to move any more, so he lay down silently and turned off lamp.

The room was plunged into darkness, except for Rose Thorne's cell phone.in the quilt.

The voice quickly quieted down, and it didn't take long before Lang Bai's calm and long breathing sounded.That sound was the real sign that he was asleep.

Ross Thorn turned off his phone and sat quietly in the dark.

The injection will be finished in half an hour at most, and he has no reason to stay in the bedroom of the young master of the Yuan family all night.

Rose Thorne actually enjoyed such a late night when his mind was empty and he didn't have to think about anything.Many things cannot be studied in detail. If you have to think about the fundamentals, you will push people to a limit and have to choose an answer between yes or no.

But some things are too ambiguous, just keep a vague idea, there is no need to delve into it.

Time passed by, the moon jumped over the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and slowly disappeared in the east.Guessing that it was almost time, Roththorn stood up lightly to pull out the needle, but before he reached the bedside, Lang Bai suddenly moved and turned over.Rose Thorn thought he was awakened by his own movement, and before he could speak, he heard a soft moan like broken ice leaking out from the darkness, and it was painful to listen carefully.

It was Lang Bai's unconscious groan, probably in a nightmare, but he couldn't break free, and his consciousness was struggling painfully between lucidity and confusion.Rose Thorne walked to the bed more quietly, and saw Lang Bai's face by the moonlight, his eyes were tightly closed, his eyebrows were knit together, and his expression was desperate and distorted.

He seemed to be muttering something over and over again. Roththorn leaned over and moved closer to his mouth, only to hear him repeating: "Dad, Dad..."

"dad……"

There are no more words, it's just this name over and over again, but he struggled as if he wanted to say more, but he was in a trance and couldn't speak.

Yuan Cheng, the chairman of the Yuan family?

What dream did he have, so desperate...

Ross Thorn was thinking like this, just as he was about to reach out to pat him awake, Lang Bai suddenly turned over, murmured a few words indistinctly, and slowly fell silent.

Rosethorne took the needle out of his hand and stayed by his side for a while.After several minutes, seeing that he was really asleep, he slowly exited the dark room.