love is eternal

"I'm so moved that you weep bitterly." The little lion raised his eyebrows and tightly held his lover's fingers.

"Use this thing to send me away, do you still want me to break down and cry?" Someone said this, but he was extremely happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.He looked down at his left hand, the ring finger was encircled by Claude, a ring with temperature and life, it was more precious than any jewelry, and it was worth cherishing for a lifetime.

This time, he will never let go easily!

"Don't forget it." Of course, the blond fool with very little love experience couldn't hear the subtext, and took it seriously, and withdrew his hand resentfully: "I will make a lot of money in the future, and I will buy you a pigeon egg, which is so heavy that your hands can't bear it." Can't lift it up."

Fang Yan was startled when Wen Nuan's big hand left. He reached out and grabbed the little lion without even thinking about it. The two interlocked their fingers: "There's no need for the pigeon eggs. Come back with a championship trophy as a gift for me."

"The team can't get in, what kind of competition do you still participate in, stop ridiculing me." When it comes to his favorite car rally, Claude is obviously a little disappointed, and his eyes are looking out of the window.Seeing his sad look, Fang Yan thought for a while, and persuaded gently: "Why do you have to join the Red Dragon team? Can't you compete as an individual? Anyway, you don't need any logistical assistance to ride a motorcycle. If you have the strength, Above all else, and I will do everything in my power to help you."

"It's impossible to go to the desert by one person. Moreover, without the recommendation of the team, you can't even get the qualification for registration. It's abominable. If you can't enter the Red Dragon, you will lose this year's competition opportunity." On Fang Yan's shoulders, he gave up on himself: "I think I should give up this flashy dream as soon as possible, find a job, and earn money to support my family. Now I am not alone, I have to take care of you, then This life of nomadic adventure is no longer for me."

"What nonsense." Fang Yan frowned slightly: "I'm not a woman, and I don't need your careful care to build a safe haven."

He paused for a while and continued: "You know, no matter how far you go, I will be by your side. As long as you want, we can also participate in the competition together. Isn't this something worth looking forward to? Why do you always give up hope so easily. Listen, even if you can’t get into the relatively professional Red Dragon, we still have many options, such as some amateur teams with a relatively low threshold. Taking a step back, even if there is no suitable one, you can still spend a little Qian is under a certain team, as long as he can race, isn't it? I still remember you saying to me at the airport hotel, 'Fang Yan, look, those who are with loneliness, that's the man !' These words are so fresh in my memory, as if they happened yesterday, and you have forgotten them."

"No, I haven't forgotten, it's just that it's not going well now." The little lion looked up, as if recalling many unforgettable scenes, his eyes became bright, full of longing, but he still hesitated: "The deadline for Dakar registration The date is June. I don’t know when I will be discharged from the hospital. It may take a lot of time. Then, we have to find a new team. Do this. However, the registered players cannot enjoy the logistical support of the team. Without backup, it is impossible to complete such a long and difficult stage.”

In terms of competition, Claude knows more than Fang Yan and is more thoughtful, because what he has to face is not ordinary competitive sports.

There is no national-level stadium here, no crowds of fans cheering in the stands, no comfortable lounges, and no flashing lights outside the door like stars twinkling; in Dakar, there are only rugged mountain roads, yellow sand The rolling desert, the long loneliness and the hardships and adventures that lasted for dozens of days!

"In this case, then don't ask for help, let's form a team by ourselves." Ignoring Claude's staring eyes like bells, Fang Yan said to himself: "What's the name, Biscuit and his parents How about it? Say yes first, I am the father, because you are the one in charge of the housework."

"You're crazy!" The point is not to ask him to play the role of mother, but to actually build a fleet: "Did you burn your head out of two days without sleep, and you know how much it costs!"

"Is it enough?" He laughed, and wrote a series of numbers in Claude's palm. For a little lion whose deposit had never exceeded five thousand dollars, zero was too much.He withdrew his hand tremblingly, stammering a little: "Where did you get so much money, you can't be doing illegal activities."

"Earned." He took it lightly, and added: "Knowledge is power."

"It's your money too, and I can't take it." Regarding principles, he refused to give in: "Although I really want to participate in the competition, I can't let you pay me this wrong money."

"Let's not talk about this, your task now is to heal your wounds well, don't think about anything else." Knowing that it would be unpleasant to talk about it any further, Fang Yan softly compromised and changed the subject.He pulled the little lion into his arms and gently rubbed his hair: "When you are discharged from the hospital, we will go to register for marriage, how about it."

"So fast?" This time it was the little lion's turn to be stunned: "Why are you in such a hurry, I have to save a sum of money, and then take you to travel around the world."

"What's mine is yours, why make it so clear." It's certainly a good thing that he is willing to work for himself, but it will be the year of the monkey when he saves enough money for the marriage: "Well, after the notarization, we will go on a trip, How about accompanying me back to China, you should pay homage to my mother, and take a look at the place where I grew up."

"Should be, but you still have a job, take it easy." The little lion made an excuse, not because he didn't want to go home with him, but because he didn't have a dime in his pocket.

For the sake of face, he didn't say anything, but secretly made up his mind to find a job after he was discharged from the hospital, save a sum of money, buy a real ring for Fang Yan, and take him to have fun again.

"Work..." Because Claude was accidentally injured, which disrupted his original plan, Fang Yan can no longer focus on the task, so he decides to act first, once and for all: "I will naturally deal with those trivial matters, and take care of them." I will resign after I am done, and then we will leave here together. This is not a career I like at all, so it is better to get rid of it as soon as possible.”

"I'll take care of you in the future, don't work so hard." They lay on the bed and whispered each other, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly good.

I don't know whether it's the parting between life and death, or the romantic proposal, but the barrier between them seems to be completely eliminated.The previous unhappiness disappeared, and Claude took Fang Yan as his own pillow, wrapped his limbs around it, put his cheeks against his cheeks, and smiled brightly: "You said you fell in love with me the first time you saw me, it's true Is it? It turns out that you have always been gay, and you have kept it from me for so long."

"Correct me, I'm not interested in men, I just like you." This is the truth.

"But I'm a man, isn't it disgusting?" The little lion leaned over, took Fang Yan's earlobe in one bite, and nibbled lightly: "It's a dirty thing like this, do you like it?"

"If you let me do it last time, I would like it better." Fang Yan was very calm, but Claude was not so calm.He shook it a lot, and then said with great reluctance: "If you want, I can't, but you know my poop is very smelly, and I'm prone to loose stools, so I'm afraid I'll get you dirty."

This kind of excuse is unprecedented, but Fang Yan just smiled and did not refute.

Leaning in his lover's arms, he squinted lazily, like a proud black cat.But his face is full of satisfaction, with a smile, even such a boring conversation can make him very satisfied, he can't help but thank fate for not abandoning him, giving him a new chance, and finally got Claude's like.He thought about it, instead of talking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in a completely relaxed state.

Now it seems that although the little lion has suffered flesh and blood, it has promoted the relationship between the two, which is considered a good thing!

In the next ten days, the two got along very happily, but the happy time of eating, drinking and drinking like this every day finally came to an end. On February 2th, when the weather improved, it was the day Claude had his stitches removed, and then he was about to be discharged from the hospital.He touched his short hair that had just grown out, and asked the doctor repeatedly: "Are you sure I won't become bald? Why is there so little hair in this area? Listen, if I become bald, I will complain to you."

"Women only care about appearance." Fang Yan crossed his arms, a little unable to stand his love of beauty.

"Please, you don't want to lead a Mediterranean to the streets." He seemed very unaccustomed to the current look, covered it tightly with a hat, and kept tidying up in the rearview mirror: "Hey, this is not the way home ,Where are you going?"

After coming out of the hospital, Fang Yan didn't go home, but went to a farm in the suburbs.

The grassland stretches all the way to the horizon, but because the weather is too cold, it is still in a withered and yellow scene, but life does not give in.Foals in twos and threes are running, and strong cattle are grazing leisurely. They use their hooves to dig up the black soil and look for the roots of plants.The small wooden house on the hillside looks very chic, with bright red roofs. Fang Yan pointed in that direction and said, "There is the person you want to see in your dreams."

"Who?" Claude followed Fang Yan with a puzzled expression on his face.

It wasn't until he pushed open the wooden door and saw a strong man sitting on a couch reading a newspaper that he screamed excitedly: "Ulysses, the legendary god of chariots!"