Mo Cong seems to have been used to such a cold reception, not caring to come up: "what's the matter, very tired?"

He consciously followed Anjie into the door. Fortunately, Anjie was too old to get up, and didn't have the habit of patting people outside the door.

Don't rush this dog skin plaster, as if to stick out his words, stick behind people looking for scolding. It's a pity that Anjie can't even take out the spirit of ridicule. Regardless of the follower, he pulls out the first aid box from the small cabinet beside the sofa, uncovers his scarf and takes off his coat. Then he looks up at Mo Cong and the doorman. Body language means, why don't you go away? I have no vision.

But Mo Cong vowed to carry out his short-sightedness to the end. At this moment, not to mention Anjie's eyes, it is estimated that Anjie's incarnation, a shrew, could not get rid of him. His eyes were fixed on his shoulder and his brows were locked: "what's the matter? Don't you go out to meet an old friend? Who hurt you? "

Anjie sighed and decided not to be so circuitous. She expressed her needs in language directly: "just wipe it and eliminate the poison. You can go out."

"Let me see." Mo hurriedly grabbed him and carefully pulled away the burnt wool vest and shirt.

Too close distance makes Anjie stiff in vain. He frowns and pushes him away according to Mo Cong's shoulder.

Mo Cong's face almost wrote the words "I'm very persistent, you can't drive me away". Anjie looked at the trouble of human figure and rolled his eyes. He took off his woolen vest, took off his shirt under his shoulder, picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in alcohol, wiped it expressionless, and said in a low voice, "if you walk by the river, you can't keep your shoes wet. I'm your lesson."

He plans to use the old trick of "black sheep forum" to get rid of this thing again, but maybe this day there are too many things and not enough brains, so he can't get the next sentence after saying one. Anjie raised his eyes and stood there, his expression was a little dull. At that time, he was angry and waved his hand impatiently, "roll roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll

"You... You, you didn't hurt anything, did you?" Mo Cong's voice is stuffy, even a little stuttering.

Anjie sneered and said that it's much lighter than the last time I let you play with black hands.

"Oh, that's good." This person who can change his mind in a short time suddenly has no words. After speaking Chinese for so many years, he can't hold back a long and complete sentence.

Mo Cong suddenly looked away and wandered around, as if Anjie's house had been redecorated. Most people don't have any aesthetic feeling when they take off their clothes, but obviously for Mo Cong, Anjie is not an ordinary person. Now this guy takes off his clothes in front of him as if nothing had happened! Although not all off, but this kind of still hold Pipa half cover face feeling is the most provocative.

The alcohol cotton and the scratched skin, the prominent clavicle because of the thin, can vaguely see the muscles that are not obvious, but the lines are smooth... Don't think that if you don't escape, there will be some shameful little problems in your nose, but your feet just seem to stick to the floor, and you can only hear the beating of your own cerebral arteries, Thinking was suddenly bombed out of the stratosphere.

Well, sometimes, the firepower of young people is always stronger.

What is this? Anjie doesn't think of him as a man... Well, maybe it's only when he's a man that Anjie dares to take off. Don't rush with a sense of frustration.

The impact of the generation gap is huge. Now Anjie can't understand this unfortunate child who is in his eyes. He decided not to worry about it. Every detail in his mind went through the scenes that he had deliberately forgotten about Li and his bad friends.

The impression of R. Lee is blurred. There is only a broad chin, a crooked nose and pure black eyes left. He is a man standing on high forever. Others can look up to him and resent him, but it is difficult to surpass or even reach him. Li himself was too used to such a position, so one day he was really used to thinking to himself that he was God. He did not expect that he would fall from the clouds one day.

If he died, it would be all right. But I don't know why, he is alive. In order to defeat this man, Anjie made every effort to get to know him - Li would never give up like this. From the day he entered the trap and realized that he would never go out again, there might be only one thing left for him for the rest of his life, that is, to repress anyihu again and find his mythical way back.

Li is always so willful. He thinks that life is a game of chess that can be regretted, as long as all the pieces are in place.

But Anjie is not anyihu. Anyihu is the rebellious young man at the beginning. Ten years later, Anjie is just an ordinary man who is tired and used to wandering around the world. So Li Yao forced him to return to his body when he was young, and forced him to face his old friend. Now, he forced him to pick up his perseverance.

Anjie suddenly found that the storm story of the past half year, which started in the desert, was all a plot secretly manipulated by someone.

Everyone has become R. Lee's actor, wearing the skin he wants to see, standing in the pale light. This man, who had experienced the deep betrayal and life and death, had a stronger power.

Anjie's wrist was suddenly grasped, and the train of thought suddenly stopped. Mo Cong didn't know when to kneel on the sofa, grab his cotton swab and press his shoulder slightly: "what are you doing? It's not a heavy scratch. It's bleeding under your pressure. "

Anjie watched him carefully wipe his wound with a cotton swab and alcohol. The young man's eyes were very attentive, as if he was treating a very precious thing lightly, as if he was afraid of hurting him. This person, who is either mean or indifferent, suddenly has a kind of indescribable tenderness on his face. Anjie thinks that such a young man really seems to be naturally confused.

He sighed softly.

Mo hurried to look at Anjie nervously: "why, does it hurt? I'm heavy handed? "

Anjie shook his head, as if thinking about his words. After a pause, he said in a low voice, "it's getting late. It's almost time for you to go back."

Mo Cong lowered his head and carefully took care of his wound, smiling: "I'll go back when it's done for you, so I don't worry."

What he said was numb. The two of them were so close that they brushed their breath on Anjie's bare skin. The intimacy between them made Anjie hide away.

"Don't move," Mo said, with a little angry tone. Even though Anjie knew it was a bit impolite to get goose bumps at this time, it still couldn't control its physical aversion. Don't rush clear like pie pie pie pie mouth, "I know you are not used to, don't say chase you, I already ready with you slowly grind of preparation."

Anjie reluctantly found that when talking with Mo Cong, the number of sighs he wanted to sigh increased significantly. He choked for a while and tried to say in a normal tone: "I don't think there's anything wrong with homosexuality..."

Mo Cong had put down the cotton swab, was ready to take medicine hand a shiver, almost surprised to look at him.

Anjie felt that the nerve on the temple was throbbing: "but I don't think homosexuality is the right thing." His index finger and thumb are pinching the bridge of his nose. There is a light shadow on his eyes. He looks a bit depressed. "If you have no other choice and are born like this, then I hope you can find a same-sex partner who is congenial and suitable for age and status. As long as you are happy, you don't have to care too much about what others think, but --"

Anjie half opened his eyes and looked at the young man. Time tempered him with a certain depth and wisdom, but also took away his clarity and vitality: "but for you, this is always a road full of thorns, and the mainstream of society will not identify with you. So if you have other choices, if you can like girls, I hope you can read your book seriously, In the future, we will have a successful family and business. I'm sure your father knows, and he'll be at ease in time... "

Mo Cong held the ointment tightly and loosely in his hand. He suddenly shook his head and cut off Anjie's voice: "you can't take the problem so seriously. Anjie, why don't you understand that I am..."

Anjie waved: "if you're not serious, it's better. If you're serious, I tell you, you're wasting time."

"Why?"

"I don't like men." Anjie said softly, "and wife, I have --"

"But she's dead." Don't hurry to dig his wound. He wants to force the man to come out of his closed and self righteous heart. "I know who you are, and I have checked who you are talking about. No matter what, she is dead. Can you not always take a dead man as a shield and ignore what others want to give you? Are you pretending to be natural or self abusive? They've been dead for so many years. They've been carried out by you. They can't rest underground. Are you bored? "

Anjie closed his eyes and bit his teeth. It seemed that something was exploding in his mind. Pictures kept popping out of his memory.

The appearance of Mulian wiping her tears behind her, the appearance of Mulian sitting in her arms licking the ice cream, the appearance of Mulian smiling or talking, the appearance of Mulian crying to stop.

She said: "Anjie, Anjie... When my uncle died, you just went crazy once. Now why are you doing this with your brother? If Jingming wants power, just give it to him and let us leave here, OK? You lick blood all day long, I'm afraid! Anjie, please, please

But what did you say at that time?

What are you talking about?

Why saw Mo Cong young frivolous appearance at the beginning, in the heart so indignant? Who do you see in this child?

It turns out that you are the only one who should hate. You are angry in the wrong place. Anjie seemed to use all his strength to suppress the flood like mood, and said in a low voice, "I'm very tired, you go back."

Mo quickly pulled him, drugged him, bandaged him, packed his things and folded his shirt. During this period, Anjie seemed to fall asleep and let him play with it.

Mo Chu stood up and stopped when he came to the door. He turned around and said, "I'll wait."

Anjie didn't open his eyes. He said to himself, "a long time ago, they called me anyihu. I think since you can find out about Mulian, you probably know who I am. I'll be thirty-seven in the new year. Whether it's man-made or chance, I'll meet your father by chance, but after life and death, it's a long way to go... You should call me uncle. "

This light voice seems to be able to cut the distance of thousands of rivers and mountains. Don't rush to grasp the door frame of fingers pan blue, for a long time, he just squeezed out a word: "I won't give up."

I won't give up.

He slammed the door.