visitor on iceberg

Zhao Yue was still wearing the blood-stained clothes from last night and went home. Zhong Ling dutifully served as the driver for the patient and drove him downstairs in his car. Zhong Ling didn't know until today At Zhao Yue's residence, he stopped the car and was about to take off his seat belt when Zhao Yue suddenly called him: "Zhong Ling, wait."

Zhong Ling stopped and saw Zhao Yue was looking at something with his mobile phone, he couldn't help being a little puzzled, Zhao Yue took the mobile phone directly in front of him, and the person leaned over, saying: "Look at this."

Zhong Ling didn't know why, so he looked at the phone, but he didn't expect to see the faces of himself and Zhao Yue on the screen. He suddenly realized, "Hey, you...!" Wipe" rang in the narrow compartment.Zhao Yue took back the mobile phone with a smile, appreciating the photos just taken contentedly, and said: "They all said that you are more handsome than me, and this comparison shows that it is so."

Zhong Ling felt annoyed at being teased by him again, "Delete it."

Zhao Yue put away the phone vigilantly, "Don't delete it."

"deleted."

"Don't delete it." Zhao Yue put the phone in his pocket aggrievedly, "I don't usually see each other, why don't you allow me to take a photo to keep in mind?"

Zhong Ling was helpless, why did he have nothing to do with him.

Zhao Yue didn't dare to get complacent after she succeeded, and sincerely invited: "Go up and sit down, you haven't been to my house yet."

"Don't go."

"Go, go, have a cup of tea."

Zhong Ling insisted, "Not going."

Zhao Yue said pitifully: "I'm already like this, can I still do something wrong to you." I can't wait to take out my phone and play "Erquan Yingyue" to echo my situation, " The wound on my left hand hurts too much, and only one hand can move. I don’t know how to change the dressing today. If it doesn’t work, I can only go back and ask my mother to help. I don’t know what will happen to her old man after seeing it..."

Zhong Ling was already blaming himself for Zhao Yue's injury. Hearing what he said, he sighed in his heart, unlocked the car, and said, "Get out of the car."

Zhao Yue thought that Zhong Ling still wanted to leave, so she quickly called out softly and pleadingly: "Zhong Ling."

Zhong Ling pulled out the car key and returned it to Zhao Yue, "Okay, I'll go up with you."

Zhao Yue went into the room to change into clean clothes. Zhong Ling sat alone on the sofa in the living room, feeling a little cramped for some reason. The living room of Zhao Yue's house was a bit messy, but not sloppy. There is much more life.

Zhao Yue came out after changing her clothes, and sat next to Zhong Ling. Zhong Ling moved to the side, and he leaned close to him. Zhong Ling moved to the side again, and he leaned close to him again. "Stay away from me, it's hot."

Zhao Yue grabbed his hand and looked at him with a smile, "But I'm cold."

Zhong Ling wanted to withdraw his hand, "If you do this again, I will leave."

Zhao Yue didn't let go, and said in a more serious tone: "By the way, who was that person last night, and why did he want to hurt you?"

Zhong Ling said: "He was prosecuted and sentenced twice before, and I was the public prosecutor."

As soon as the subject changed, Zhong Ling's attention was no longer on his hands. Zhao Yue quietly put his five fingers into Zhong Ling's fingers, interlocked them, and clenched them contentedly. Then he said again: "I was scratched by him." A knife is nothing, but I was really scared when I saw you beating people with all your might." That was the complete opposite of Zhong Ling's cold rationality, like a mad beast, only acting violently by instinct.

Looking back, Zhong Ling still felt scared, for both Zhao Yue and herself, "I couldn't control myself at all, but luckily you stopped me."

Zhao Yue asked him: "Why were you so angry at that time?"

"He cut you with a knife."

"Is it because he cut someone with a knife, or because I was the one who got hurt?"

Zhong Ling opened his mouth and paused before making a sound, "I thought of Brother Qiao before he died, I'm afraid you will too..."

Zhao Yue asked again: "In your heart, am I already as important as him?"

Zhong Ling froze for a moment, "You..." But he didn't know how to answer.

Zhao Yue pressed on step by step, "Really?" Seeing that Zhong Ling was speechless, Zhao Yue pressed his upper body against him, and asked again, "After you stopped, why did you hug me so nervously and call me name?"

Zhong Ling felt oppressed for a while, "I..."

Zhao Yue sandwiched Zhong Ling's body between herself and the back of the sofa, "Because you like me, right?"

Zhong Ling felt that Zhao Yue's head seemed to be floating with a line of big characters that he would see every time he entered the detention center - confession is the only way out. He swallowed his throat, feeling a little dizzy, "You, you don't want to force a confession."

Zhao Yue leaned over and rubbed against his nose, and said with a smile, "Okay, I won't force you, so when will you be willing to tell the truth?"

Zhao Yue's face was magnified and stuck in front of his eyes, his breath was full of his smell, Zhong Ling felt his heart was about to jump out, he couldn't help but staggered his face, and asked: "What's the truth?"

"Just say, you like me."

"Oh." Zhong Ling said honestly, "You like me."

Zhao Yue couldn't laugh or cry immediately, "This is indeed the truth."

At noon, Zhong Ling wanted to cook a simple meal for the two of them, but Zhao Yue's family didn't have all the ingredients, not even the seasoning, so the two had to order takeaway.After lunch, Zhong Ling wanted to go home, but was held back by Zhao Yue, "Change my medicine tonight before leaving."

"Then what am I doing here all day?"

Zhao Yue pulled him into her study, "You can use this computer to surf the Internet, or you can find a book to read, if you are sleepy, you can sleep, but I only have one bed..."

Zhong Ling shook off him and went straight to the desk. There were computers and a few thick legal reference books on the desk, and a pot of tenacious cactus beside it. Zhong Ling looked at the bookcase again. Professional books took up half of it, and a whole There are quite a few best-sellers in the Ming and Qing novels, and there is only one set of Lu Xun's complete works by literary masters. There are many popular science magazines on the shelf next to it. If you look carefully, there are several superhero comics in it.

Zhong Ling noticed that there was a photo frame in a small square on the bookcase. On it was a group photo of Zhao Yue and several friends. It seemed to be a photo of the whole team after a certain basketball game. Under the photo frame was a box of chess. Zhong Ling asked: " You live alone, do you play chess with yourself?"

Zhao Yue didn't understand what he meant, so Zhong Ling pointed to the box of chess, Zhao Yue was stunned for a moment, and said: "No, that box of chess was given by a friend, and it hasn't been played for many years."

Zhong Ling just asked casually and didn't pay much attention to it. He picked up a novel and sat down on the single sofa next to him to read it slowly. But he went to bed late last night and got up early today. When he was sleepy, Zhong Ling's eyelids gradually became heavy after a while, and he fell asleep after reading for a long time, and the book fell to the ground with a slap.

Zhao Yue came over and picked up the book on the ground, ""Golden Dreamland"? No wonder I fell asleep so soon." He put the book back in the bookcase, walked back to Zhong Ling, squatted down and lay down on the armrest of the sofa to stare at it quietly. Looking at him, he was very focused, with a slight smile on his face, Zhao Yue thought, so he looked like this when he fell asleep, not at all the coldness that resists people thousands of miles away, he looks docile and peaceful, And there's a frank loveliness that's not there when you're sane.Zhao Yue suddenly felt that this scene should be recorded, so she took her mobile phone again, turned off the sound, and quietly took a picture of Zhong Ling's sleeping appearance.

Zhao Yue thought of making a joke, and gently took out his mobile phone from Zhong Ling's pocket. Zhong Ling's mobile phone had a fingerprint unlocking function, and Zhao Yue secretly grabbed Zhong Ling's finger and pressed the HOME button to unlock it. All the photos were sent to his mobile phone, and their group photo was also set as the lock screen wallpaper.Zhao Yue thought for a while, and set a special ringtone for her number, which was the song "Beautiful Thoreau River" that she sang for him. After finishing all this, Zhao Yue put Zhong Ling's phone on She turned back and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

At night, when Zhong Ling changed Zhao Yue's dressing, Zhao Yue grinned in pain. He took a breath and said, "I can't use the strength in my left hand. I'm sure I won't be able to drive this week."

Zhong Ling was carefully bandaging him, and said casually, "Yes."

"If I take the bus to work, there will be crowds of people during peak hours, and it will definitely squeeze my wounds again."

"Ah."

Zhao Yue had prepared the groundwork, and finally wanted to tell her real purpose, "Zhong Ling, I have an idea, see if you can..."

Zhong Ling interrupted him before he finished speaking, "Okay, I'll take you to and from get off work," Zhao Yue was excited, and just about to speak, Zhong Ling's second sentence came out again, "Until the stitches are removed from your wound .”

Zhao Yue blinked her eyes, thinking that this seems to be a good idea, but she still pushed forward: "It's not convenient for me to change the medicine alone."

"After I take you home every day, I will change your medicine for you before leaving."

Zhao Yue immediately pressed his nose on his face, "Actually, I'm not comfortable taking a bath alone... ah!" Zhong Ling tied the wrapped bandage with great force, and immediately blocked Zhao Yue's unreasonable thoughts go back.

"Okay." Zhong Ling put away the medicine and bandages, "I'm going back today, you should have a good rest."

Zhao Yue sent him downstairs, looking forward to the next week.

When Zhong Ling got home to charge his phone, he found something strange on the lock screen. The wallpaper turned into the group photo that Zhao Yue coaxed him to take this morning. With an expression of excessive smile, both of them looked stupid, Zhong Ling couldn't help laughing, "It's so ugly."

Zhong Ling turned off the screen, thinking that next week he must take good care of that sick patient who was overwhelmed, and when his wound is healed and he has repaid his favor, he will draw a line with him and part ways.

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