God of danger

In the first half of the night, neither of them slept soundly, Guan Jie was hot, and Lu Rongxing felt windy at every turn.

In the second half of the night, I was exhausted from tossing around, my limbs were squeezed under the quilt, and I slept heavier and heavier.

Lu Rongxing's autumn clothes had a citrus fragrance from the detergent, while Guan Jie's body was very warm, except for his feet, which still burrowed under Lu Rongxing's legs.

At night, Lu Rongxing had a dream. He dreamed that someone was scraping the skin on his left calf with a knife. It was like peeling sugarcane skin. After scraping the front side, change the back side. Although it didn't hurt, it was annoying to him.

In fact, it was Guan Jie rubbing his calf with the back of his foot.

Guan Jie likes to rub his calves. That part has flesh and delicate skin, and the body temperature is a little lower than other places. When he scrapes it with the back of his feet, it is half-warm but not cold, and it is slippery. He feels very comfortable.

Usually he rubbed against his own, but this night when he caught Lu Rongxing, it seemed that other people's flesh was more fragrant than his own, and half of Lu Rongxing's long johns were rubbed off.

If Lu Rongxing was awake, it would be no problem to accuse Guan Jie of molesting, but he himself slept so much that his mind was completely soaked in dreams, and only a little instinct remained in his body.

Guan Jie rubbed against his legs. Since the bed was so big, his feet would follow wherever Lu Rongxing hid. Later, Lu Rongxing simply turned over and bent over to face Guan Jie. A leg directly pressed Guan Jie's thigh.

The teenagers huddled together on a bed in the night are intertwined, and in the intimate posture, the hidden desire is still dormant in the dark.

The moon on the dome outside the building appeared and disappeared, passing silently from west to east.

Lu Rongxing was a light sleeper, and he woke up first in the morning.

Guan Jie's roommate got out of the bunk bed. He heard the sound of the iron sheet clanging, and slowly opened his eyes. When he opened his dark vision, he saw an ear.

His vision is not very clear at the moment, his eyes are under pressure from being too close, he closed his dry eyes and tilted his head back, and opened them again to see the whole picture in front of him clearly.

Guan Jie was still sleeping, with his head tilted to the other side, hanging on the edge of the pillow, his shoulders were vaguely exposed in the air, his breathing was even and long, and there were some stretched lines on the side of his neck, revealing the thinness and moistness unique to teenagers.

Lu Rongxing was sleepy-eyed, and stared at the cut neck for a long time without thinking.

In his chaotic consciousness, the urge to touch was fighting with propriety, and this contradiction was conveyed to the physiology, and Lu Rongxing felt his throat was a little dry.

At this time, there was a sudden "wow" in the bathroom, and it was Guan Jie's roommate who got up and turned on the faucet.

Startled by the sound of water, Lu Rongxing came back to his senses and got ready, only to find that his body under the quilt had almost hugged Guan Jie into a rolled up quilt.

One of his hands and legs were pressing on Guan Jie's chest and legs respectively.

As for this man, facing his own oppression, although his left arm was blocked, his right hand was folded and stretched out of the quilt tenaciously, his fingers curled up against his face, supporting his head that almost fell off the pillow.

In all fairness, if someone pressed him like this, Lu Rongxing felt that he might not be able to sleep.

He admired Guan Jie for being a self-sacrificing man. He tucked his chin half-tucked into the blanket and yawned. He reached under the pillow and touched his watch to check it out. Then he lowered his legs to shake Guan Jie: "Get up, seven o'clock." Halfway."

Guan Jie was woken up alive by his shaking, his eyelashes fluttered and stretched, halfway as if he had been frozen, suddenly said "ah", turned over and hugged his leg, and was caught by the raging force on his left leg. The soreness and numbness stimulated and woke up.

Lu Rongxing was suddenly pressed against his hip by his knee, and said without pain, "What are you thumping about?"

Guan Jie felt that his feet were petrified, he kicked on Lu Rongxing's legs and stretched his tendons vigorously, complaining all over his face: "Plop, plop, my legs are numb."

Lu Rongxing felt a little guilty for being stepped on by him, and reached out to touch his leg, intending to squeeze two handfuls of blood for him.

Guan Jie, however, was reincarnated as an itchy bug. When his hand touched the soles of his feet, it was like getting an electric shock at the same time and suffering a half-step madness with a smile on his face.

Lu Rongxing, who has no itchy flesh, will never be able to understand the pain of being ticklish. He thinks his reaction is too much. He lies beside him with nothing to do and thinks about him looking for a partner in the future. The shrimp in the pot is also quite funny.

He was thinking wildly here, while Guan Jie on the other side packed his numb legs, turned over and faced him face to face: "Why did you wake up so early?"

Lu Rongxing lay still, turned his head to look at his face and said, "Enough sleep."

"I haven't slept enough yet," Guan Jie buried his face in the quilt, playing tricks in the warm darkness, "You go and help me with the class, and I'll go back to sleep."

Lu Rongxing felt that his head was on his shoulder, shrugged and said with a smile: "You haven't slept enough, have you woken up? It's a set of sleep talk."

Guan Jie has a little bit, his head was shaken by him, and he inhaled carbon dioxide under the quilt for a while, then sat up to pull the sweater, and said while putting it on: "Will you get up and come to eat with me, or continue to sleep?" ?”

Lu Rongxing didn't intend to stay in their empty dormitory, so he sat up and said, "I'll get up, please go too early, will you go?"

"I want to go," Guan Jie said, "but it's too late today, and the breakfast stalls outside are almost closed. You'd better be honest and follow me to the cafeteria."

Lu Rongxing could only say "hmm" when he heard the words, and put on his clothes slowly.

Guan Jie was wearing the second sweater, and poked his head out from the neckline to look at him: "After eating, what are you going to do? Let me tell you first, if you don't stay in school, I can't accompany you gone."

After a night, Lu Rongxing's mood has recovered, he smiled and said: "I don't need you to accompany me, I will go back in a while, and ask you if Brother Yezi can come to have your hair permed the morning after tomorrow."

Guan Jie felt that this was the best way, otherwise Lu Rongxing would wander around the city alone, and his class would not be at ease, and he would have the illusion that he had abandoned him.

Lu Rongxing didn't have a toothbrush, so he just washed his face.

Guan Jie didn't buy chewing gum yesterday, but a roommate always kept Yida, he went to ask someone for two, and turned back and poured them into Lu Rongxing's hands.

While chewing gum, Lu Rongxing caught a glimpse of the place where his prick was a little red, glanced over and asked, "Is your hand inflamed?"

Guan Jie raised his finger and rubbed it with his thumb, and saw a red mark the size of a mung bean appeared on the punctured spot. The wound was more sensitive than yesterday, and it felt a dull pain to the touch. He pursed his mouth and said, "It seems yes."

Lu Rongxing waited for two seconds and found that there was no follow-up. He thought it was a fart in his heart and said, "I'll go buy needles in a while, and I'll pick them out for you when I come back."

Guan Jie murmured that it was troublesome, and said that he would decide when he went back. Lu Rongxing found a bag, took his 10 yuan villa with him, and pushed Guan Jie downstairs.

The rest of the masters in the cafeteria find it troublesome to steam steamed buns, so they have noodles for breakfast every day.

This morning, it was fried noodles with scallion oil, which was piled up on the big iron plate used for steaming rice. The chef didn’t bother to chop the scallions, but the noodles were stained with soy sauce, which didn’t look very good.

But the taste is not bad, with the kimchi pickled by the master himself, Guan Jie can easily finish a bowl. He asked the aunt who picked the dishes to borrow a set of sterilized tableware, and gave Lu Rongxing his lunch box and fork.

After eating, they came out of the cafeteria, and the two separated at the intersection to the science and education building.

Guan Jie went to the classroom, and the villa was temporarily taken away by him. Lu Rong went out of the school gate, took the bus for two stops, and got off at the stop with rows of shops.

After getting off the car, he went to the newsstand and asked the proprietress where he could buy needles and threads. The proprietress asked him to go to a stall selling all kinds of pantyhose and silk stockings.

Lu Rongxing thanked the eldest sister, walked half a street, bought a bottle of alcohol and a bag of cotton swabs at the pharmacy along the way, and then bought a box of needles in plastic discs at the stockings stand.

When he walked into the courtyard of the science building again, Guan Jie had already finished class, and was lying on the corridor on the second floor looking around, wondering why he hadn't returned after buying a needle for a long time.

Soon Lu Rongxing came up, stood in front of the corridor, picked out a medium-thick needle, put it in medical alcohol and placed it a few times.

Guan Jie next to him caught the cotton swab soaked in alcohol that he stuffed in, and said, "Where did you buy the needle? Why did it take so long?"

After rinsing the needle, Lu Rongxing put down the small bottle of alcohol: "It's not far, it's at the stall two stops ahead. You were still in class when I came back, so I just strolled on the road for a while."

Guan Jie was leaning on the porch, scrubbing the pricked place, seeing that his hands were empty, he saw through and said, "There is nothing to visit."

"Well," Lu Rongxing said, holding the washed needle in his right hand, he suddenly spread his left hand towards him.

This action is very common, but it is done by him right now, reflecting the high sky and clear clouds behind it, inexplicably has a gentlemanly and inviting meaning.

Guan Jie suddenly felt that he was a bit unable to deliver, as if he was doing something else instead of being picky, but what could he and Lu Rongxing do?

There was nothing but blankness in his mind, he smacked his lower lip with his teeth, and stretched out his hand as if giving money.

Lu Rongxing only wanted to pick the thorn, so he pinched his index finger and lowered his head, holding the needle tip to test his puncture. Before doing it, he raised his eyes, looked at him and said, "Just make a sound when it hurts, I picked it." ah."

The beating of Guan Jie's heart became heavier unconsciously, but it wasn't because of the needle that might cause pain, it might be Lu Rongxing's voice, or it might be his caring eyebrows at this moment, or it was because of being straightforward. him.

Lu Rongxing's fingers are very stable, which is inseparable from playing the piano all the year round.

The pricking process didn't hurt too much, but he was a big man fiddling with the needle, making Guan Jie's mind keep thinking about four strange characters, Tie He Tenderness.

Although Lu Rongxing doesn't look tough, he is a handsome guy.

Guan Jie watched as he slowly picked up a millimeter or two of white skin, then passed the needle over and let him pinch it, pressing that piece of skin, so that the thorn head tilted up, and pinched between the nails where the fingertips just came out. out.

"Okay, you can watch and wipe the alcohol yourself, and I'll give you the needle too, keep it in the dormitory for later use." Lu Rongxing threw away the wooden thorn that was too small to see, and reached out to pick up the needle in his hand , "I'm leaving, where is my family happiness?"

Guan Jie let go of the pinching finger, looked at the cut he had made, and found that there was no blood at all, but there was a spot of blood under the pricked skin. The art is really the same as before.

"Your happiness is in the classroom," he said secretly, "you wait, I'll get it for you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran away. Lu Rongxing stuffed the needle back into the round box, waited for a minute, and watched him run out again carrying the villa.

Lu Rongxing took his things, told him to go back to class, turned around and went downstairs.

Guan Jie lay on the upper floor, waited for a while to see him appear in the corridor downstairs, walked out of the gate unhurriedly, his figure disappeared, and then slowly returned to the classroom.

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When Lu Rongxing returned to the compound, it was just after eleven o'clock in the morning.

Although Lu Jianxin said he was fine, but Wang Yang was thinking about his emotions, and waited for a long time at the door of the house before seeing the target person appear.

When the family of three met each other face to face, each of them felt a little complicated, because of the self-righteous and well-intentioned concealment of those years.

Wang Yang complained about why he ran away without saying a word, but Lu Jianxin said that it would be fine if he came back, and the two never mentioned Cheng Geng.

Lu Rongxing hadn't figured out their attitude towards Cheng Geng yet, so he pulled up three chairs in the main room, and chatted with them about Cheng Geng's intentions, and if he met Cheng Geng again in the future, what attitude his parents expected him to have .

Wang Yang hoped that he would treat Cheng Geng as a poisonous snake and beast, and hide when he saw it, but Lu Jianxin said it was up to him.

Lu Rongxing felt that his father was a bit too good-natured, and such a character was actually easy to suffer. If he was a white-eyed wolf, then Lu Jianxin's heart would be broken into scum.

But he won't do that, he has his own moral barriers.

In the next two days, when Lu Rongxing went out, the adults in the courtyard would ask him whether you really resemble your uncle, or whether your uncle's family is rich.

Lu Rongxing didn't want the snowball of lies to get bigger and bigger, so he didn't go out at all. On the evening of the 9th, Guan Jie did what he said, and the phone call came during the meal.

"Are you coming tomorrow?" he said over there.

Lu Rongxing left the dining table, went to the main room in front, and said as he walked, "Come."

Guan Jie's voice was a little excited: "Then how do we meet? Where can I find you?"

Lu Rongxing has already made arrangements: "Zhang Yiye scalded him, I will go to school to find you after school, and we will meet at the gate."

"Okay," Guan Jie responded, and said after a few seconds of silence, "How is your family? Are you reconciled?"

The arrival of Cheng Geng is like a crack suddenly appearing on the ice. Although the ice is still a whole piece, it doesn't look perfect anymore.

The atmosphere at home in the past two days is indeed not as comfortable as before. Everyone feels a little cautious. It may take a week and a half to eliminate this tension. Fortunately, it is only a matter of time.

Lu Rongxing didn't want him to worry, and lied to him, "It's pretty good, we've made up a long time ago."

Guan Jie thought that would be good, and gossiped with him about what you were doing, and cut off the connection with a sentence of see you tomorrow.

The next day, Zhang Yiye went to what was said to be the best barber shop in the city, but he couldn't stand up to the hairdresser's deceit, so he even permed and dyed his hair, and got a deep maroon natural curl.

The moment he blew out the final effect, he looked in the mirror of the barber shop and felt that he was so handsome, and the pain of broken love was instantly healed by 50%.

After receiving Guan Jie's Lu Rongxing to come to see him, they didn't think he was ugly, but after returning home, Zhang Yiye washed and blown himself up, and his appearance would be discounted by 7%.

Zhang Yiye is not a selfish person, so he graciously invited two friends to have their heads permed together.

Lu Rongxing was indifferent, Guan Jie was poor and cowardly, the three of them left the barber shop, went to eat a buffet barbecue first, and then went to the video game mall to play games for a long time.

There is a row of claw machines in the video game city, which is a place where couples are keen to linger.

Zhang Yiye passed by here feeling hurt, Guan Jie and Lu Rongxing grabbed 10 dolls of different styles in order to coax him.

Zhang Yiye was sitting on the opposite bench with Erlang's legs crossed, and there were little dolls in the bends of his legs, and he wanted to vomit blood in his heart.

Let alone a boyfriend who has a partner, throwing 10 coins can't catch one. They are two single dogs, but their left and right hands are all puppets. It's really funny!

Because it was inconvenient to carry these small things, Zhang Yiye gave all the dolls to the passing kids.

After returning home that day, Guan Jie couldn't live the life he wanted as a rice bug, because he still had a lot of winter homework left.

He has been rushing homework for a few days, and it seems that there is a long way to go, so he just fills in a lot of questions and just wants to do it.

This year has been somewhat dull, my childhood interests have cooled down, and I haven't found any new hobbies for the time being.

Jin Teng wasn't in the town either. He suddenly got excited a few years ago and took his luggage to a mountain lump that Lu Rongxing and Guan Jie had never heard of to accompany the host on the mountain to celebrate the New Year.

With the first month ushered in amidst the sound of firecrackers, Guan Jie didn't want to visit relatives either, food and drink couldn't tempt him anymore, he stayed at home, spending most of his time in Lu Rongxing's room except for sleeping .

Doing homework, watching TV, dozing off here; eating melon seeds, Guan Min joked at the dinner table, let him sleep next door too.

The temperature rose little by little. On the seventh day of the lunar new year, Guan Min took the tuition fees and went back to school to make up lessons. Two days later, Guan Jie and Lu Rongxing also returned to school, reported themselves, and started a new school year.

The results of last year's final exam had already been posted on the wall, Guan Jie missed the list, but Lu Rongxing stepped up to another level.

The mathematics at the end of the term was not too difficult. He scored a full 100 in the test, with a total score of 613, ranking ninth in the grade.

Every time Guan Jie saw that list, he always looked at his name more, thinking that he was really the pride of the compound, maybe it was also Guan Jie's own.

On Huajing's side, before Yang Yongbin could give him the teaching materials, Guan Jie would start taking four classes: inorganic, organic, materialized, and analyzed.

Back on the first day of the competition class, Brother Ming asked them to pay 500 yuan each next week to buy teaching materials, and refund any excess.

Lu Rongxing's class teacher sounded the alarm on the first night of self-study, telling them to tighten their skin a little bit, because after this semester, they will be in their third year of high school.

The Qingyin on the opposite side played late and the school started late. After Chengnan finished a week of classes and had a holiday, I saw the students opposite came back to report.

At this time, there were less than two months left before the Cultural Week. Lu Rongxing went to the practice room for the first time after the year, and someone pulled a tape measure over to give him a non-standard measurement.

Maozi held a hinged paper and was beside him as a technical guide. The length of the sleeves and the length of the trousers seemed to be quite professional.

Lu Rongxing saw something, and asked them both: "Is this for custom-made clothes?"

Juren squatted on the ground and circled his thigh with a tape measure. Maozi saw this and scolded: "Are you stupid? We ordered a fucking skirt, and you have a hair on your leg?"

"Are you Chinese? Do you have any common sense?" Juren lowered his ruler and raised his head to despise him. "That's a robe, not a skirt, okay?"

Lu Rongxing interjected, "What robe?"

Juren made a blind gesture: "Tsk, it's a bit like an ancient costume. There is a buckle here, the length of the ankle, the pants with slits, and a belt around the waist."

Lu Rongxing looked at him, completely out of ideas.

Mao Zi also felt that Ju Ren's expressive ability was a piece of shit, and persuaded him: "Listen to what he said, there are photos in Liu Bai's place, let him show you when he comes later."

Lu Rongxing didn't care whether he looked at it or not, after a while Liu Bai came in from the door, before Lu Rongxing could look for him, Liu Bai came to the door first.

He came up and asked, "Where's Guan Jie, isn't he here?"

Guan Jie was still at odds with Mumbai, Lu Rongxing said, "No, why did you find him?"

Liu Bai said with a smile: "Teacher Qin's friend said that if there is fire on the stage, the effect will be better. I asked Liu Yan if there is anything that burns and goes out quickly. She told me not to play with fire, so I just let it go." I want to ask Guan Jie."