love nowhere

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01

"It's nothing, you just stay here and continue to practice." Critovar Zikang smiled obsequiously, and disappeared from sight as soon as he finished speaking.

The matador's cell phone lit up, showing a text message from Xie Yao: I'm at the open space, where are you?

Brother, you came really fast.

Critobal felt a little broken inside, he gritted his teeth and ran out of the bullring to find someone.

"Hey, Mr. Critoval, you are here."

Duan Qingshan poked his head out from nowhere, and suddenly grabbed Critoval's arm, "Come with me quickly, Mr. Zhuang is looking for you."

"Zhuang Tianming?"

"Well, he seems to want to discuss the detailed procedure of the bullfighting performance with you. You may want to help host this stage show."

"What? Did your program team invite me alone?"

The more Critoval heard, the more he felt something was wrong, until he learned from Zhuang Tianming's little assistant that the performance of the entire stage was only about 5 minutes long, and the scene of Qi Kang fighting the bull was the climax stage, and the time was even shorter.

2 minutes.

He slammed Duan Qingshan's hand away, and shouted: "No assistants, no spearmen, not even the most basic assistants, no time to consume the bull's energy, do you want Qi Kang to assassinate directly? ?”

"Crazy!"

"Not crazy." Zhuang Tianming paced over with a lady's cigarette in his mouth, and the white smoke dissipated with the swing of the long black trench coat.

He stood still, with an untimely smile on his coquettish face, as if he was suppressing some strong joy, "It doesn't matter if Qi Kang can do it, I can take all the responsibility."

Critobal looked at Shangzhuang Tianming with horror.

The producer of this show has fanaticism in his eyes, he is rejoicing that Qi Kang will face the future of the Bulls alone.

He really wanted to kill Qi Kang.

Critoval took a step back unconsciously, avoiding Zhuang Tianming's approach, "I may not be able to do this job, Mr. Zhuang, please find another expert."

"No, I'm sure it's you." Zhuang Tianming's expression changed quickly, he put on a lazy look, and exhaled a puff of smoke on the matador's sharp-edged side face.

Critobal clenched his fists, "I can pay liquidated damages."

"You can't afford it."

"You don't have to care about Qi Kang's life and death at all, just wait for the end of the show to get the money."

"Can......"

"Don't struggle, just stand aside and watch the scene obediently." Zhuang Tianming stretched out his hands to straighten Critoval's collar, and whispered in his ear, "Don't you not only have to help your father pay off the debt, but also yourself."

"Come and listen to the accompaniment of the "Bullfight" performance."

Critoval suppressed his anger, "Why me?"

"Listen to see if this song can arouse the blood of the bull, and give me some advice."

Zhuang Tianming led the people into the temporary studio set up by the program group, and he took out his mobile phone to fiddle with.

"Mr. Zhuang, do you want to do a murder show?" Critoval still wanted to argue with this lunatic producer.

"Hush, listen."

He clicked on the player.

"Boom, boom, boom."

This is?

The intervals between the heavy drumbeats were lengthy, like the tinnitus of a human being, and Critobal had already imagined the bull panting and its huge body stepping into the dark passage.

It's restless, tense, and fearful.

The sound of the pipe organ slowly rises from the bottom to the top floor, and the melody it plays is like a repertoire with a strong religious color in a church or an opera house.

Critobal's attention was drawn to the song, which was strange.

Based on his understanding of the competitive sport of bullfighting, generally speaking, the tunes used in performances are passionate and can mobilize the atmosphere of the audience.The matador would play the bull in a rhythm of glory, swaying the red cloth leisurely until he stabbed the bull, cutting off its ear and surrounding the audience to cheers and screams.

But when Zhuang Tianming played the song, what Critobal brought in was not the bullfighter's perspective, but the bull's perspective.

It was silent in the dark, suffered humiliation, and finally entered the bullfighting arena.The sun shines on the loess, and its eyes reflect the cheering crowd.

The Bull takes center stage, and at the moment, it's the star.

The tired animal couldn't distinguish the human language, it only felt that those people were pursuing it, so it kicked up its hoofs and splashed the dust, forgetting the ending it should have known.

--die.

Zhuang Tianming raised his head and immersed himself in the music, his neck was as elegant as a swan, showing noble fragility.The lady's cigarette at the fingertips is still burning, and the fine mist wraps around the man's body, making it indescribably coquettish.

The heart beating, spewing out Zhuang Xiang's memory.

The man in the Spanish bullring smiled flamboyantly, with the red cloth fluttering in his hand, and the long sword dragging behind him, showing his sharp weapon to the wild beast that was raised and grown in madness and pain.

"Querencia."

It is the roundabout area of ​​the bulls, and the power storage area is also the place where the bulls are nostalgic.

The handsome matador raised the red cloth and flipped it over, bit by bit to make the bull lose his mind and lure him away from the safe zone.

He is dancing a dangerous tango with the bull, every step is a wild temptation, and every wrong step is shrouded in scarlet blood.

"Do you think you are the bull, or the heroic matador?"

The man in the stands gently stroked the back of the little boy, and the boy's amber eyes were filled with calm hatred.

"So that's how you killed my father."

The man leaned over and touched the boy's small ears, "Yes."

"I fell in love with that bull, its eyes were as beautiful as the sun, I killed it, ate it, and we will never part."

"Then I am the son of the bull."

The man raised his eyebrows, and the little boy replied in a low voice from his left ear, "Next time you become a matador, I will kill you."

"Kill you."

The boy's immature voice echoed in his mind. Zhuang Tianming slowly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot. He grinned evilly, "I'll kill you."

His and Qi Kang's identities were determined from the very beginning.

Between a matador and a bull, one of them will die in the ring.

02

Xie Yao stood on the open space for a while. He looked at the half-built circular building in front of him, and couldn't help but walk in to observe.

The towering wooden walls half-wrap a circular venue. Unlike the traditional stage, its layout is more like a Western-style theater, with stands and steps extending outward layer by layer.

This is a simplified version of the bullring.

Xie Yao asserted.He walked around the wall to a gap, and through the brief shadowy opening, he saw the figure of his own mind.

Obviously only left for a day, but it seems like a lifetime away.

Qi Kang turned his back to him, with sweat on his hair, he held a sharp silver sword in his hand and stabbed a straw man who had already been disemboweled.

Xie Yao began to hesitate again the moment he really saw Qi Kang.

He knew he couldn't say anything about Qi Kang.If he could persuade Qi Kang with words, he would have been able to coax people well in his previous life, so why suffer from a hundred days of lovesickness.

"You are very dangerous, hurry up and retire."

"Zhuang Tianming is not a good person. Do you know his surname is Zhuang? He is inseparable from Zhuang Xiang. Why did he foolishly bump into him?"

"Ah, Qi Kang, I'm your boyfriend, listen to me and stay home with me."

Countless words of persuasion rolled in his stomach, Xie Yao usually taunted the two teammates of Infinity with a sharp tongue, but now he couldn't find a word that could take Qi Kang away smoothly.

"Qi..." The name stuck in his throat.

"What are you doing here."

The coolness hit his shoulders, Xie Yao looked sideways slightly, and the silver light of the sharp sword illuminated his face.He sensibly raised his hands in surrender.

"I, I'm here to find you."

"Is there anything? I remember that you should be training the repertoire for the second public stage in the training camp at this time."

Xie Yao swallowed, and turned to face Qi Kang with a trembling body, "I was fined, and there is a solo performance, which is not far away in an aquarium."

Qi Kang had no expression on his face, his eyes made Xie Yao panic.

"Can we talk?"

"What's there to talk about, do you want to talk about my second personality liking you, or do you want to talk about you liking me?"

Xie Yao was silent.

Cool Brother is the main personality, and Big Dog is the secondary personality.

The reason why Xie Yao was able to confirm the affiliation between the two personalities is that the habit of the cool brother is more inclined to Qi Kang in his previous life, while the habit of the big dog is hidden in the corner of Qi Kang's body, and only occasionally pokes his head out mischievously.

He loves Qi Kang and all his temperaments, so he can't deny that he likes big dogs.

But now the big dog was between them.

Xie Yao's eyes started to turn red, and he asked aggrievedly, "Can't you like them all?"

The sharp edge of the silver sword touched the skin of his neck, drawing blood.

There was madness in Qi Kang's amber pupils, "Xie Yao, I dreamed of you last night."

"What!" Xie Yao raised his head in disbelief.

"I dreamed how I fell in love with you, but I dislike the appearance of loving you."

"Weak and weak, only immersed in desire, your arrival just filled the gap in Wang Ran."

Xie Yao interrupted Qi Kang, his fox eyes were stained with moisture, "Is his name Wang Ran?"

"correct."

The smile on Qi Kang's mouth showed a bit of flamboyant determination, more and more like the scene where the two of them confronted each other in the previous life.

The uneasiness in Xie Yao's heart frantically absorbs nutrients and grows rapidly.

He apologized recklessly, "I was wrong."

"You're really funny." Qi Kang withdrew his sharp sword, and the fox in front of him started making pitiful gestures towards him that no one wanted.

He rubbed his cheek, "Xie Yao, do you like me?"

"I like it." Xie Yao nodded stupidly.On the way here, he envisioned many scenes of communicating with Qi Kang, but there was no scene in which Qi Kang would ask him about his favorite topic.

"Will you always be nice to me in the future?"

"absolute."

Qi Kang approached with his hands behind his back, and the sharp sword naturally hung down behind him. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did I say in my previous life that I love you very much?"

Xie Yao thought of Xue Xia's eye-kissing confession, and Qi Kang's magnetic voice proclaiming his eternal love in the candlelight.

"Ah."

He smelled the fragrance of Mizusawa magnolia on Qi Kang's body, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to hug him, but suddenly his waist tightened, and his eyes twirled.

"boom."

Xie Yao lay on the ground with his back to the sky, and fell over his shoulder in the familiar way.

But this time the force was gentle.

He watched Qi Kang leaning over against the light, like an angel descending from the sky, his heart couldn't help speeding up, and he closed his eyes nervously.

There was an incredible touch on the lips, warm and soft.

He half-opened his eyes, and heard Qi Kang say to him, "I don't love you, get out, come and find me after this second performance is over."

"I hope you will keep your promise then."

"Like me, always treat me well."