Laid-off guide is a cat wife

Xue Fang stretched out his hand to it like a demon.

Its pattern is abstract, so red that it is black, it is a whale swimming in the sea, with a dark luster, it takes root deep in the flesh, floats on the surface of the skin, and is embedded on the beautiful collarbone, like the blood of a partner that will dry up after a war. The decadence of totem worship.

——It symbolizes that Miao Xun belongs to him for a short time.

Xue Fang's hot fingertips touched it.After the bath, it is hot and humid, and it is slippery. Use your fingertips to trace and paint on the light honey-colored creamy skin. "Cat" couldn't help trembling, his tailbone went numb, and the vibration and resonance were transmitted from the light pressure on his skin, but he didn't dodge it, he just curled his lower lip, letting humans touch the emblem with an uncomfortable expression.

"It will disappear in two days..." Xue Fang said disappointedly.

Miao Xun suddenly patted his caressing hand away, bit his lower lip, and bent down.

"Wait... wait! Show you, show you, mine is here."

Xue Fang sat up a little, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, turned over his wrist, and handed it to Miao Xun.He is already 30 years old, no matter how big the scene is, he has never been stage-sick and afraid of others, but when Miao Xun's fingers wrap around his wrist, his heart beats nervously.

"Cat" tilted his head, looked down for a while... and bit his mouth, woo!

A mouthful of white teeth clasped on the wrist, gnawing deep marks. When the "cat" was biting, he quietly raised his eyes to see the man's reaction, Xue Fang hissed and didn't intend to withdraw his hand at all.

The small fangs were pierced a little, and a drop or two of blood squeezed out, which was licked away by the cat's tongue. He pursed his lips and raised his head, looking arrogantly at the tooth marks on the emblem, as if out of mercy, he stamped "" Territory" stamp.

The wrists are where the nerves are concentrated, Xue Fang's hands and feet became hot, "Miao Xun..."

"Hmph..." Miao Xun poured down the whole bottle of wine and allowed himself to fall drunk on Xue Fang. With his chin resting on the man's chest, he looked at the guide's blood-red earlobe jokingly, "hee hee..." Laughed.

So salty... still shaking...

so scared?

So his lips loosened, and he hummed and asked:

"Guliji stepped on Kakun?"

"Ah?" Xue Fang thought for three seconds and couldn't tell which Mandarin language it was, "What did you just say...you can speak!"

"Cat" frowned, feeling that he didn't understand, breathed out alcohol and asked again: "Ka Jiang, how much?"

The two pronunciations are different.The sound is hoarse and indistinct, and the original voice cannot be heard at all, like a window that has been closed for a long time, full of dust, and makes a rough sound when it is pushed open.

Xue Fang thought of something, breathed heavily, and clenched the bed sheet tightly.

This is motor aphasia.

There are two kinds of language-impaired people in the world. One is born deaf-mute, and because they cannot hear, they miss the opportunity to learn language and become dumb.The other is motor aphasia, which can be understood and written, but the frontal lobe of the brain is damaged and the central nervous system is disordered. Even if the sound can be made, it is broken and chaotic syllables.

Miao Xun can make a sound, but the "language" he speaks is so confusing that no one can understand it except himself.

So he simply shut his mouth tightly and stopped talking.

But today, he got himself drunk with a bottle of wine, lost his terminal, had nothing to type, and was eager to express his emotions, so he forgot that he shouldn't speak in front of others, so he leaned on Xue Fang, using his lips and tongue that he hadn't used for a long time, chirp Cooing words that don't make sense.

Speaking is human instinct.

Wanting to express oneself, wanting to confide in others, lip-tooth collision pronunciation, and cochlear resonance reception are the most straightforward, sensitive and urgent needs.

Some people say that language is a bridge for communication.

Miao Xun's bridge is broken.He was the only one standing on the bridge. No matter how much he waited, no one would ever climb to the other end of the bridge.

No one resonated with him.No one, understand him, respond to him.

He couldn't wait for anyone, and he had already locked the bridge in despair, but he was beside me and loosened the lock unguardedly.

He wanted to talk to me...not relying on the pause of words, without thinking, just hugging me, dazedly, unshackled his voice, and expressed his feelings without knowing it.

Forget about physical barriers and urgently express your wish, which is the most sincere confession.

No matter what the content is.

All night until dawn, he was like a broken radio in the corner of an old house, lili la la ~ hissing ~ singing songs that no one could understand happily and lonely.Indefatigable, and no one cares.

Perhaps one day, the magnetic shaft breaks and the battery runs out, and he goes silent, quietly covered with ashes, and no one will remember him...

But this time, there was a response from his side:

"Well, okay..."

"I know……"

"Well, oh, I...let's go next time...ah..."

Hearing his voice, "Cat" seemed very satisfied. He leaned over and rubbed his cheek enthusiastically, then moved away a little bit, narrowing his eyes, wondering why the man was choking.

"Cat" was so dizzy after being soaked in alcohol that he saw double images, so he wrapped his arms around his neck, fished him over, and called him unhappily: "xifan, don't use the sauce..."

Xue Fang, you can't do this.

"Woo...okay." The man lowered his head, covering his face in embarrassment.

"Is the needle lifted, Xianfang?" Do you really understand, Xue Fang.

"Miu Miu... okay."

"xifan, xianfa, siahuan, shifang!" The unreasonable drunk "cat" got angry, calling his name and shaking his shoulders.

Xue Fang raised his face when he heard the last syllable, "Are you...calling my name?"

"Cat" knelt on him, folded his arms, and looked down at him pretending to be cold.

Xue Fang's heart was about to burst out of his chest, he couldn't believe it and asked cautiously: "Can you scream again?"

"Cat" turned his face away, raised his jaw, and clearly refused, "Jiuujiuni, xiefang." I won't call you Xue Fang.

From the corner of Miao Xun's corner of the eye, tears fell from the man's wide-open eye sockets, across his handsome face, tick-tock, and landed on the bed sheet.

Did he cry?Why are you crying? "Cat" couldn't turn his dizzy head.

"You called me by my name..." Xue Fang's proud rationality completely collapsed, and he wiped away tears like a young man, "Do you often call me secretly in your heart..."

Not often, "Cat" tapped his chin with his finger, trying to recall.

Tears fell patter, "cat" sniffed, pawed at his shoulder, stuck out the tip of her pink tongue, caught the hot tears that fell when the man blinked, rolled them between his lips and tasted, um... more salty Woolen cloth.

Xue Fang could hardly breathe in the thick pheromone, lowered his head, wept uncontrollably, and hugged the thin waist of the "cat" tightly and did not let go.

If the "cat" could talk normally, what would it say to me...

The night scene at four o'clock in the morning, how refreshing the wind on the roof is, whether the inflamed wound hurts, how the cotton candy sticks to the teeth, and the trembling of the lips and teeth when my name is called...

I want to hear his voice... No matter how high the price is, I want to have it...

The expression of "cat" was a little impatient, but still tentative, he reached out to hug the man's trembling body, pressed his head in his arms, and stroked his hair, wanting to comfort him.

"Miao Xun... from now on, talk to me." Xue Fang hugged him tightly, panting, his voice trembling, and his will determined.

The expression of "Cat" was stunned, and the rust-gold eyes looked at him confusedly.

Who would make such a request with a mute?Miao Xun had never heard this strange sentence.

Except for the man in front of him.

Tears all over my face, crying ugly and smelling a lot like sea salt.

But he didn't hate it, not at all.

Well, seeing that you really want to hear it, I will reluctantly tell you...

"Cat" smirked mischievously, ran down to open a bottle of spirits, gulped down a gulp, grabbed Xue Fang and forced the bottle into his mouth.

"Ah... so spicy, cough cough, cough cough..."

Is it spicy?Miao Xun fell on top of him, pinched his long legs, sucked himself again, and thought it was okay, just like this, you sip each other, chatting and drinking too much.

…………

Xue Fang hugged Miao Xun and sat on the bed until dawn.Miao Xun was in high spirits and had a drunken talk with him all night.He was also drunk and didn't understand what Miao Xun was saying, but he answered every sentence seriously.Whether the answer is correct or not is no longer important to them.

When Xue Fang woke up the next afternoon, Miao Xun had already left.

The wine bottle from last night was poured on the bed, and the bed sheet was stained with a small black and red wine stain, like the blood left by a night of enthusiasm.

Next to the wine stains, there is a small piece of paper. The hotel's charcoal handwriting is very black, and it can be seen that it was written with great effort:

【See you no more】

Don't see each other anymore, or can't bear to say goodbye to you, or both.

Xue Fang lay next to the wine stain, pinched the small piece of paper, and thought for a long time.

If I was born as a guide to save a certain painful soul, then...my life as a human is still valuable, right?The cure rate of moderate motor aphasia is 15%, with a guide, it is 30%, and with the assistance of a linguist, it is higher than 50%.

——We will meet again.I want to hear my name pronounced clearly from your lips.

He treasured the paper and put it in his wallet. After thinking about it, he took off the sheet that was stained with alcohol and their pheromone, folded it carefully, and bought it from the hotel.

He went back to the school. The campus was quiet and pure, and the students had no evil intentions. It was the most suitable retirement place for a highly sensitive guide.

But Xue Fang is ready to leave this peaceful little pond and jump into the turbulent deep sea—for his cat.

He stayed in the office for a long time, remembering the way he was overjoyed and decided to retire on the first day when he came here, he smiled slightly.A year ago, he would never have thought that he would return to the Senxiang battlefield and participate in disputes.He waited until it was dark, and when he heard the voices in the corridor of the classroom gradually fading, he stood up from the darkness and silently packed his things.

That night, Xue Fang and Rong Fang made a phone call.

"...Hmm, um, the sentinel of the other party wants to send to the front line, and refuses to match with me? That's better."

He exhaled deeply, and looked out of the window with dark eyes. The building of the White Tower was shining in the night sky, majestic and oppressive, piercing the sky.

Xue Fang half-closed his eyes, calmed down his emotions, and told Rong Ran: "I can marry the sentinel, or I can return to my family, but there are two conditions:

"First, I will bring my own sentry candidate. Second, help me completely clear his identity."