It's cold and can taste the subtle smell of blood.

Mo Cong is subconsciously eager for more, he even gently licked the man's tight skin for a moment, an arm around his neck, chest against his chest, feeling the beating heart.

He thought he must be crazy. I don't know if this man will take out his gun and give himself a pair of clothes. But every nerve thread betrayed his reason and constantly bewitched him, which was not enough, not enough.

He felt that the man's lips were gradually warmed by his own temperature, and felt that each other's hands were no longer slightly trembling... Mo Cong felt something very sour in his heart. He felt that he was just like those moths who were so stupid that he risked his life to rush on the lights, and tried to rush to a light that didn't belong to him in vain with all his own.

In a short period of six months, he experienced the most incisive betrayal, understood the responsibility of blood connection, was involved in the most dangerous fight, and felt the deepest regret... Then in this almost painful growth, he met the most bastard. In one night, he was polished by the fire and silently endured the unresponsive desolation.

After such a long time of cocoon breaking, he seemed to understand what kind of torture it was when the mermaid princess, who was born from the sea, suddenly grew her own legs in the fairy tale he heard when he was a child.

However, to his surprise, maybe he was too shocked, maybe he was too exhausted tonight, maybe he was confused by the dark environment for a moment, and Anjie didn't struggle. His eyes were shocked at the beginning, and slowly began to show some confusion and confusion. Although the lack of response, but the body is not easily relaxed. Mo Cong, who was aware of this, was filled with unspeakable ecstasy.

Obviously, he was dazzled by this ecstasy, and this light kiss without any evil ideas soon crossed the boundary. Mo Cong's hand around Anjie's neck slowly moved to the back of his head, pressing the other side to himself, and the other hand naturally went down.

Cool fingers touch the skin exposed under Anjie's shirt. Anjie wakes up and pushes Mo away. The space in the cab was cramped. Mo's elbow just hit the horn of the car. The car screamed sharply in the dark. Only two people were left to breathe, and the embarrassing silence spread.

At that moment, Anjie hated his eyes, which could not be taken away by any darkness. He could almost clearly see the most subtle changes on the young face in front of him. He looked at the eyes that were no longer immature and frivolous, and gradually faded away the initial lust, and then dyed with some gloomy color, persistence, darkness... He could even feel the strong and painful feelings that the other party was about to express. Even so, Mo Cong's eyes were still fixed on him.

He almost avoided and retreated.

Anjie thought sadly that he had been lonely for so long that he could not mobilize his proud self-control to refuse such a little warmth. He put his hands on the steering wheel and gave a low smile. Finally, he lowered his eyes to avoid Mo Cong's direct vision and said in the most natural tone: "what's the matter? If you want to be dissatisfied, should you... "

"I didn't." Mo Cong quietly interrupted him. He still kept the push away posture and gently grasped Anjie's hand. The other side struggled fiercely like being scalded by boiling water. He didn't let go.

Anjie even felt the pain of bone compression.

"I didn't," Mo Chong repeated again, "no matter Anjie or anyihu... When can you look me in the eye and listen to me? He stopped and laughed with a sarcastic voice that changed its tone because of hoarseness. "The son of the benefactor who saved my life?"

"I know that in my life, I owe my father too much, and you don't have to remind me all the time," he said

Anjie's breathing is stagnant.

Mo Cong held his hand tightly, with some irresistible strength: "or are you reminding yourself that whether it's me or Xiaojin Xiaoyu, it's just a human debt you've accidentally owed, a responsibility, and you'll be clean after paying it off? Anjie, you are not self abusive and refuse to forgive yourself

He stares at Anjie. Although he can't see anything clearly, it just makes people feel that his eyes seem to have weight, which makes people gasp: "you are not willing to forgive all people. You are not happy in your own heart, and you can't see other people's heart! Are you upset? You are so frustrated! You... "

"Don't think that if I tolerate you, I can speak freely." Anjie coldly interrupted him, looked at Mo Cong indifferently, "let go."

Mo Cong showed no weakness to his cold and dangerous eyes. It seems that the young man is always like this, facing anyone calmly and calmly, never flinching from anyone, and it seems that he has never paid attention to anyone.

Except for Anjie... Except for this old man who is not willing to pay attention to him.

"Why don't you try? Why not try to live a normal life? I'm not he Jingming. I'm not Cui Mulian. You see, I'm a living person. " His voice became lower and lower, and at last he almost whispered, "I am..."

But he couldn't say the last few words. He just looked at Anjie deeply. The light reflected by his eyes was very conspicuous in the dark. It was just brilliant.

It's too bright, thought Anjie.

Why refuse such tenderness and persistence? He asked himself blankly, why? It's hard to say, or it's just instinctive. Mo Cong is just a child. Anjie once again avoids Mo Cong's eyes. He may be confused by hormones just because of his age... That's all.

Anjie is just an old man with a bad habit, he thought. He never knew that he had such a feeling of inferiority in his heart. More than ten years ago, he Jingming strangled the high spirited anyihu in the dark cage. Song Chang'an said that it is hard for him to imagine how people who have lived in such an environment for three years can not be crazy.

Anjie thought that he was not crazy because he had already died first.

It's pathetic. But Mo Cong, this sad and angry old man, who has no advantages except a skin bag stolen from his youth, is not worth your bewilderment?

Anjie curved his mouth like a self mockery, broke off Mo Cong's hand, did not look at the young man's more and more disappointed, more and more lonely eyes, pulled his hand back from the other hand, put into gear, stepped on the accelerator, and slowly drove out of the field.

There are so many things to do after daybreak.

Don't hurry to open the man's hard granite shell, grab his deep hidden inside, and let him walk back. It's still the face that is a little lazy, as if I didn't think about anything and put everything in my eyes.

The brilliance in Mo Cong's eyes slowly darkened until the last trace disappeared in the darkness. He seemed to be even more exhausted than Anjie, shrinking on the co pilot, his head tilted to one side, silently looking at the scenery out of the window.

They drove back to the city in the silence as if they were going to swallow people. Anjie was a little absent-minded and didn't know why. He drove back to Mo Cong's house and the downstairs of his rented cabin.

Nearly a month didn't come back, Anjie parked the car, this gently said to Mo Cong: "tossed all night, you go back to your home to have a rest, save in the drunk snake that still have to squeeze, Chang'an said Xiaojin should be good."

Don't open the car door in silence, and the two go up without saying a word to each other. It wasn't until Anjie got to his door and took out his pocket that he realized that after he had changed his clothes, he didn't know which monkey mountain he was going to pull the flag on. He sighed, scratched his hair, turned back and said to Mo Cong, "do you have something like your ID card on you? A bank card will do. Lend me a hand and pry the lock. "

Mo Cong reached out his hand and touched him. Then he said in a low voice, "if you don't mind... You can stay with me for a night. Xiaojin has something to say to you all the time. Ask the landlord for the key when it's daylight. "

Anjie hesitated and frowned.

Mo chuckled bitterly: "do you not believe in my character or your own skills? I've lived in your house for such a long time. It's reciprocity. "

I don't know why, Anjie just feels like he's a little upset. Looking at Mo Cong's forced smile, he always feels like he's made a big mistake: "actually, I'm not..."

Not what? He got stuck and stood awkwardly. Mo Cong didn't say a word. The voice control light in the corridor finally went out after he couldn't feel anyone's voice. In the dark, Anjie felt someone close to him quietly and said in his ear like a sigh: "I really love you..."

The lighting of evil scenery can't understand people's words, and can't hear the beating rhythm of people's heart. It can only mechanically respond and then light up. Mo Cong took a big step back at the moment when the light came back on again, with a relief like "finally speaking out" on his face, and the bitterness of resignation.

It's too easy to touch the upper and lower lips, but the expression on the young face stabbed Anjie's eyes.

Mo Cong is waiting for the answer, but the timid man who has been shrinking in the turtle shell all the year round has proved once again that his bravery and his recklessness can only be brought out in the face of a barrage of bullets - Mo Cong is disappointed again.

He turned around and thought, maybe like this, waiting and waiting, it's become a habit. Open the door, Mo said in a low voice: "come in."

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