unspeakable ice

Chapter 29

Xia Yi heard the sound of the door opening, and there was rustling in the living room. He sat on the bed, and it was inconvenient to get down. After waiting for a while, he put down the book in his hand, and called out, "Xiao Cong."

Xia Cong seemed to go back to his room first, and then opened the door to come in after a while, "Haven't slept yet?"

"Where did you go so late?" Xia Yi looked at him and couldn't help frowning slightly, "How did you make it like this?"

No need to think about what he was talking about, Xia Cong didn't say a word, he brushed out two handfuls of hair, the sand fell all over the ground, and a lot of it rolled into his clothes, prickly and itchy.

He randomly took out two wet paper towels and wiped them, his face was dusty, he didn't expect it to be so dirty, so he had to take out a few more, and sat down on the chair next to Xia Yi's bed while wiping.

Xia Yi patted the lime powder on his shoulder for him, and it stirred up a piece of it twice. Xia Cong hurriedly held his hand to stop him from patting, and stepped on the chair to pull back a little distance so as not to choke him. He asked : "Is the injury on your back better?"

"Wei Qian gave me medicine, it's not serious."

Xia Cong turned on the bedside lamp, raised his eyelids and looked at him, "Really?"

"What's not true?" Xia Yi felt helpless, "Do you think I seem to be in trouble now?"

Xia Cong wanted him to take off his clothes and check himself, but with his brother's character, he definitely refused, so he could only help him pull the blanket around his legs, "It's not serious to ask you anything."

"It's really not serious, you're just too nervous." Xia Yi smiled and patted the back of his hand, trying to comfort him, "You forgot, I used to fight a lot when I was in school. Always say I didn't fall enough..."

He paused, followed Xia Cong's gaze to look at his legs.

There used to be a pair of slender and complete legs, able to run and jump, supporting all the frivolity and pride of young people.

But now, covered by the thin cashmere blanket, there is only a deep depression, like a pool of stagnant water, without any ups and downs.

Xia Yi understood what he was thinking. Over the years, he had seen Xia Cong's silence too many times. Guilt was like an indelible barb rooted deep in his heart. It was a pain that he couldn't heal no matter how much he forgave. .

"It was an accident and has nothing to do with you."

"That wasn't an accident." Xia Cong buried his face in his palms, rubbed his hands tiredly, and said in a hoarse voice, "We are missing a hole card."

Guo Feiyan now knows that they have noticed that she is monitoring their every move. With her suspicion, not only many things will not be easy to do in the future, but even the previous ones will be investigated by her again.

"Nothing is more important than you." Xia Yi said, "Even if she wants to doubt, she should doubt me first, and don't care about adding another crime, don't think too much."

Xia Cong couldn't think too much, every step they took along the way was extremely difficult, and even the current balance was maintained with great effort.

Xia Yi knew that he was in the dark, he couldn't deal with those frontal attacks for him, and he didn't forget how disadvantaged they were at the beginning, and how they lived in fear and precarity.

Xia Yi is softer than him. For things like today, he would rather be taken to see Li Gui than to easily reveal this card. But if he thinks about it, the person who will be taken away at that time is Xia Yi. He may not be able to control that much.

"I'll think of a way." Xia Cong stood up.

"Xiao Cong." Xia Yi called him, with a rare serious tone, "Don't do anything, you know I never want you to participate in these things, I don't want to see you become like this, you are still a student .”

Xia Cong suddenly had a premonition that the reason why Xia Yi did this was not only to worry about his safety, but also to force him to quit. Sure enough, he heard him say in the next sentence: "Grandpa said before that there is a way to send you out... "

"I won't leave." Xia Cong interrupted him.

"You are only in your early twenties, how long are you going to spend with her, you can guarantee that you will go well every time and you will not fold yourself into it someday." Xia Yi looked at him, "It's like today, who are those people?"

"Those people have nothing to do with them, it's my own business." Xia Cong's half face was hidden in the darkness, and his drooping eyebrows blocked his sight.

I don't know since when, there is no youthful innocence, only the unpredictable and deep female under forbearance. He has always listened to Xia Yi's words, only in this matter.

Xia Cong didn't explain anymore, and turned off the light for him, "Go to bed early."

Xia Yi leaned against the head of the bed and sighed softly in the gradually fading light.

Xia Cong went to take a shower, changed into clean clothes, and came out feeling like he finally looked human.

He twisted a hot towel, and Yu Xiaolong was lying on the bed sheet he just changed and washed two days ago. It had been almost an hour, and his posture hadn't changed at all. Whatever he put on, he was still the same now.

He unbuttoned his clothes, Yu Xiaolong raised his hand, as if he was going to push him away, Xia Cong saw that he was not awake at all, so he easily blocked him, but at this moment he was still thinking about resisting, now he just left him alone. It may not be possible to wake up last time.

Xia Cong took off his coat in a non-gentle manner. Inside was a long-sleeved T-shirt. There was a long cut on his arm, which looked as if he had been cut by something sharp. The bleeding had stopped, but was soaked. The material of the clothes is hard, and there is a strong fishy smell.

In addition, there are large and small bruises all over the body, and small wounds that were crushed under the torn clothes.

Of course, old wounds that have already scarred are indispensable.

One look at this body, one can tell that it has been weather-beaten, and it is worthy of his title of bar street tyrant.

Xia Cong peeled him up and down, wiped it carefully, and wiped out a hand full of black dirty water, so he had to wash it again, so it was all like this, and he just serviced it to the end, and even cleaned his hair and ear pinna thoroughly.

He used alcohol to sterilize the wound, but his hands were too heavy. Yu Xiaolong twitched twice, frowning tightly, sweating layer after layer, his clothes hadn't been dried since just now, his whole body was hot, and his mouth didn't know. Mumbling something.

Xia Cong finished the treatment not very gently, and wiped his body with alcohol again. It is too late today, and he is also tired. Look, if the fever does not subside tomorrow, he will take him to the hospital.

With his usual toughness, he wouldn't be so hypocritical.

Before turning off the light, Xia Cong noticed his hand, which had been tightly clenched since he came back. He tried to break it apart, but with a little effort, he found that there was nothing inside.

It can be seen that he is holding it so tightly, it is either hidden treasure or he wants to beat someone, it goes without saying who to beat.

There is only a guest room on his side, which is occupied by Xia Yi, so it's not good to disturb him, tonight he realized in his conscience that it is impossible for Yu Xiaolong to sleep on the sofa, so he can only sleep here, with him.

It’s just that this fierce look is really annoying, Xia Cong got up and looked for it, and found the special products and gadgets that Song Ye sent to him when he went on a trip before, and there was a giraffe puppet in it, the neck was just like the palm of an adult long.

He broke off Yu Xiaolong's fingers one by one, and stuffed them in. Although the Grim Reaper holding the scythe and the Grim Reaper holding the flowers were both Grim Reapers, they at least looked pleasing to the eye. After stuffing them, Xia Cong kissed the back of his hand. , turn off the lights.

When Yu Xiaolong opened his eyes, he reacted for a while, the last memory was that he was stuffed into his jeep by Xia Cong, and the decoration style in front of him was obviously his home.

He sat up and pinched something soft in his hand. Yu Xiaolong picked it up and looked at it. It was a giraffe doll. He was a little confused, so he let go of his hand and threw it away.

The whole body was stripped down to only a pair of underwear, and the feeling of being forcibly stretched in the hard-to-reach place was no longer obvious. If you didn't pay attention to it, you could hardly feel it. He closed his eyes and forced himself not to think about it.

He got out of bed in silence, his legs trembling a little, the moisture in his body seemed to have been completely evaporated, his limbs were withered, his mouth was dry, his eyes turned black, and he had to stand against the cabinet for a while.

Memories of last night flooded back again, Yu Xiaolong clenched his fists and slammed them hard, the solid wood cabinet door made a dull sound, just like the fists he and Xia Cong punched at each other in the dark at that time, suppressed suffocating.

After standing like this for a long time, until he felt cold, he moved his body, found the clothes that had been left at the end of the bed, and put them on.

Yu Xiaolong didn't expect the clothes to be so dirty, he couldn't help coughing a few times due to the dust that floated up when he was wearing them, and then looked back at the place where he had been lying, the rough lime powder was almost painted on the snow-white sheets. a black figure.

He opened the door and went out, but he didn't expect that there was someone in the living room, and that person was obviously startled by his sudden movement. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and turned his head, said something quickly to the phone, and then hung up.

The scene was awkward for a while.

The man looked at him and walked towards him, walking a bit slowly, leaning on crutches, the expression on his face soon regained his composure apart from the momentary surprise, "Are you...Xiao Cong's friend?"

With Yu Xiaolong's appearance at this time, he might be frightened even when he looked in the mirror, but fortunately, the man was able to maintain his composure when he suddenly saw such a stranger in his own home.

He glanced at him, feeling a little familiar, and his eyes fell on the somewhat empty trousers at his ankles, thinking that he seemed to have seen him downstairs at Xia Cong's house that day.

Xia Yi graciously pulled up his right trouser leg for him to look at, tapped it lightly with his crutch, and the metal object made a characteristic dull sound when it hit. He smiled, "Is it cool?"

Realizing his impoliteness, Yu Xiaolong looked away, he didn't want to see anyone now, and he didn't want to talk, he was relieved that Xia Cong wasn't here, he opened the door and walked out.

"My name is Xia Yi, and I'm Xia Cong's elder brother." Xia Yi seemed to be afraid that he might misunderstand something, so he stopped him, "He went out early in the morning, so I sent someone to deliver the meal, let's go after eating together."

With Yu Xiaolong's appearance, Xia Yi couldn't guess what happened between him and Xia Cong. At first, he thought he was the person Xia Cong brought back to spend the night, but looking at Yu Xiaolong's current state, he didn't feel like it.

Yu Xiaolong still didn't say anything, didn't even look at him again, turned around and closed the door.

It had been raining for the past two days, and several places on the sandbag were damp and peeled off, exposing the rough cracks underneath. Yu Xiaolong punched it, exhausting all his strength, his arm was numb from the shock, bringing out a strong tingling sensation.

He returned to the mansion without entering the door, and came directly to the backyard. He wanted to vent the pent-up energy in his body, but before he had punched twice, he felt that all his energy was exhausted. His body was so soft that he fell straight down and had to help him. Stand firm with sandbags.

Think of it as being bitten by a dog, Xia Cong didn't continue, but it hurt for a while, so what if it was really bitten by a dog, as long as you don't think deeply about the meaning behind the action, then it couldn't be simpler A vent of anger.

On the way back, Yu Xiaolong said this to himself over and over again in his heart, but how could such a shame be easily fooled by such a crude reason.

What exactly does Xia Cong think of him, because it is difficult to get started, so he is particularly worried about him?

Then why does he satisfy him, what obligation does he have to satisfy those who miss him, to repay favors, to solve troubles, none of these.

And under all the angry appearance, he actually felt a faint sense of relief.

He panted heavily, every word Xia Cong said last night was replaying in his mind, Cai Gan not only came to him, he said he would never let these troubles find him again, now it seems that It's empty talk.

That's fine too, Yu Xiaolong thought a little self-destructively, why not just do it, in the end, rough him as he said, and ruthlessly punch him in his body, maybe that way, the entanglement between them will be It's over.

He could never know him again.

No need to peek into another person's lifestyle.

Don't deny yourself over and over again in your heart.

The sweat in his body kept coming out, and Yu Xiaolong later realized that he had a fever. He curled up his fingers, stood up again, and wrapped the bandage tightly.

When the tingling became more and more obvious with the tightening of the arm muscles, and when the blood flowed down the sleeves, he felt a rare distorted pleasure in his heart, as if those entangled incomprehensions were smashed together in the severe pain Same.

"You don't want your hands anymore?" A low voice suddenly came from the ear.

Yu Xiaolong stopped suddenly, his shoulders tensed, but he didn't look back.

Sweat soaked his hair, and dripped down to form a small puddle at his feet. He slowly relaxed his strength, and the buzzing sound rang out again in his ears, like a bottle filled with seven or eight percent of water was shaking violently. shaking.

He lay on the ground with no one behind him.

He threw his arms across his eyes, sleepiness set in, and at the last moment of consciousness he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a tiny, dusty ring.