Bai Yueguang came to seek reunion again

Chapter 36 3.6

"Is something wrong?"

Kuwahara turned around and looked at the half-drunk man in front of him, with one hand behind his back, his expression calm.

"I want to buy you a drink, how about it?" The man raised his hand to touch his face, but Kuang Yuan turned his head away and frowned slightly: "I refuse."

Another two or three people came out from the darkness, most of them had messy hair, dressed in a social atmosphere, but they were clearly students.

Kuwahara said, "What do you mean?"

"I want to ask you out." The man grinned, and glanced up and down rudely: "You see, all my friends are here, how can I save face?"

"Hey." Kuang Yuan stood very relaxed, with a mocking look on his face: "You are an adult, and you lead a few children out to run around, trying to bring down the pillars of the motherland, you?"

The boys looked at each other with slightly embarrassed expressions.Kuwahara raised his chin at them: "Everyone go back to school."

"I see who the hell dares!" The man turned his head and yelled angrily, his red eyes were so wide that they were about to burst, he threatened the students and wouldn't let them go.Then, he raised his hand and pulled Kuwahara's arm: "You fucking pulled it hard, you?"

As he spoke, he swears an unbearable swear word.

With a sound, white light pierced the air, and the tip of the fruit knife was directly in front of his Adam's apple.Kuwahara lowered his eyes and asked softly, "What did you just say?"

The man stared at the knife on his neck in disbelief, and even slowed down his breathing for a moment, for fear that the blade would cut his skin.A few beads of sweat rolled down the side of his face, and he said in a hoarse voice, "...do you dare to move here, to use a knife?"

Kuwahara made a move, and a thin line of blood was instantly forced out on the cold white blade.His voice was still very soft: "What do you think?"

The man opened his mouth and closed it again, completely daring not to make a sound.

"Sorry. Shall I teach you?"

"I'm sorry..."

"did not hear it."

"I'm sorry!" The man trembled under his hand, obviously taller than him by half a head, but he didn't dare to resist at all.Kuwahara glanced at the students who were huddled together in a daze: "Go back to class, hurry up."

After several people walked away, Kuang Yuan gently removed the fruit knife and wiped the blood on the man's clothes: "Are you sober?"

The man swallowed his saliva, raised his hand to touch his neck, and was still in a daze.Kuwahara lowered his head and retracted the knife to his waist, and casually warned: "Someday I will see you wandering around here with students—"

Before he finished speaking, the man's eyes showed fierceness, and he punched him fiercely, even wanting to find fault.Kuwahara frowned and grabbed his wrist, twisted it hard with his backhand, and then raised his foot to kick his waist hard.This kick directly threw the person to the ground, and the arm also cracked and dislocated.

"Do you still want to fight?" Kuwahara stepped on his back and asked expressionlessly.The wretched man under his feet broke out in a cold sweat, and he was speechless with his arms folded.

Kuang Yuan stepped on him with one foot, sat on the bench on the platform, and continued to wait for Fu Zhihuai.

Not long after, a black Phaeton slowly stopped on the side of the road, and Xiao Fu finally arrived.Holding the sweet-scented osmanthus porridge from Qingfenglou in his hand, he looked towards Kuangyuan as soon as he got out of the car, and raised his eyebrows in confusion when he saw someone stepping on his feet.

As he got closer, Fu Zhihuai realized that Kuwahara's breathing was a little short, as if he had just been in a fight.His complexion suddenly sank, he held Kuwahara's face and looked left and right, seeing that he was unharmed, he was slightly relieved, but couldn't help asking routinely: "Why didn't you call me."

"Isn't there a deadly traffic jam on the elevated road at this time? If you hit it, it will distract you." Kuwahara kicked the person away: "It's not the first time I've seen this kind of person, it's okay."

Not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.Fu Zhihuai looked at him, didn't say anything, but was thinking how to get Kuang Yuan to change his job and stop coming to the bar.

He glanced coldly at the drunk man, pushed Kuwahara into the car, but didn't drive in a hurry, but made a phone call.

Kuwahara ate his porridge quietly with his bowl in his arms, occasionally turning his head to look at him, and kept silent when he heard some words like "detention" and "fine".

After about ten minutes, Fu Zhihuai hung up the call, raised his fingers to wipe away the water stains from the corner of his mouth: "Do you still like to eat?"

"I like it." Kuang Yuan fed him a spoonful, and Fu Zhihuai swallowed it obediently, with the same sweet flavor as ten years ago.

The car drove on the elevated again, and the traffic jam was even worse than when we came.Kuang Yuan held his face and looked at the white moon in the sky for a long time, then suddenly pulled Fu Zhihuai's sleeve, and stretched out his mutilated right hand to him: "Look at this hand, is it ugly?"

"Not ugly." Fu Zhihuai held his wrist, lowered his head and kissed the severed finger, Kuwahara shivered slightly, and pushed his head away: "It's just a little less, right? I remember it was five or six years ago Last night, when I went to pick up my sister from work, I ran into a robber. At that time, I didn’t know how to fight very much. After I pushed her away, I was beaten up.”

When he said this, there was bright water in his eyes, as if he was recalling the pain at that time: "It seemed that there were four or five people at that time. Of course I had to resist when they beat me, and it ended up being a mess. The police When I came here, I didn’t feel any pain, but when I got home, my sister hugged me and cried... I found out that this finger was broken, but I didn’t feel any pain. It’s so strange.”

Fu Zhihuai gently held his right hand in his hand, Kuang Yuan tilted his head and looked at him, with tears on the verge of falling, looking very pitiful.

"I don't know why, I haven't felt any pain when I fight with people in the past ten years. I'm just annoyed and don't want to fight anymore, but unfortunately it always hits me." He closed his eyes, and the cold tears slowly It fell down and melted into the shadow of the collar: "At night, I always dream of a small village in the mountains. It is very quiet. I walk along the road in the village, and there are dogs barking on the road. There is a yard and a wooden door ahead. , When I see you soon, the dream will wake up."

His hand trembled in Fu Zhihuai's palm, and was clenched harder and more gently.Fu Zhihuai kissed his slightly protruding knuckles, his breathing was a bit heavy, and he seemed to be crying in a low voice when he spoke: "We will have a family, Yuan Yuan."

Fu Zhihuai stayed in Kuangyuan's room to sleep at night.From his shoulder blades to his back, he was covered with tender pink scars after the blood scabs fell off, some of which were almost invisible, while others were very obvious and might last a lifetime.

The skin in these areas is more delicate and sensitive than elsewhere.When Kuwahara's fingertips touched him, Fu Zhihuai couldn't help trembling slightly, and then hugged him even tighter.Sweat, tears, and hot breaths made the sheets wet.They hid in the quilt and kissed for a long time, and tasted the ultimate taste of love at the moment of suffocation.

At dawn, Kuwahara was lying on the pillow unable to move, and his whole body was as soft as cotton soaked in water from inside to outside.But the scorching body behind him still approached unsatisfied, clenched his powerless palms, called his name in a deep muted voice, led him to Wushan in the clouds, and then returned to the world suddenly, falling into the sweet, thick and soft of the swamp.

His mind was groggy, the tip of his tongue was numb from being sucked, and he wanted to sleep, but Fu Zhihuai refused.He tossed and tossed on the bed until after six o'clock in the morning, and when Kuwahara couldn't help getting up again to look for sleeping pills, the man finally agreed to get off him.

Fu Zhihuai was so awake that he didn't look like he had just spent the night in a fierce battle. He took Kuang Yuan into the bathroom and cleaned it carefully, and diligently dug out the clean bed and changed it, before taking him back to his room to sleep.

Kuwahara lay on the man's shoulder, reached out and poked his Adam's apple: "Mobile phone."

Fu Zhihuai closed his eyes and handed over the phone, and Kuang Yuan lost his birthday casually, which was indeed correct.He looked at Fu Zhihuai's peaceful sleeping face, bowed his head and seriously entered the next line in the browser search bar:

"How to treat boyfriend's hypersexuality?"

However, before he saw the reply, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Zhihuai was awakened by Kuwahara's cell phone ringing.He got up and pressed answer, it turned out that it was time to pick up Sang Gu.

Sang Yuan slept soundly, Fu Zhihuai kissed him between the eyebrows, got up and dressed, and at the same time asked in a low voice the address of Sang Gu's grandparents.

After he went out lightly, Kuwahara fell asleep for a while before waking up with a limp body.He got up and took a shower, changed into clean clothes, saw the note Fu Zhihuai left on the bedside, and slowly took out the ingredients from the refrigerator to prepare dinner.

The chicken nuggets and chestnuts are all fresh ingredients bought yesterday. After cleaning, add a little oil, salt and sliced ​​ginger, and stew together in a small casserole.Amidst the sound of gurgling, sweet white water mist gradually floated up, Kuwahara removed the lid of the pot, took a spoonful and took a closer look.

The milky white soup is sweet, warm and attractive, the chestnut kernels are golden and plump, the chicken is crispy and tender, and a few red goji berries are dotted among them, all of which are delicious.

He frowned, and brought the spoon to his lips to take a sip. Just as he tasted the sweetness, he heard someone knock on the door hard, probably Sang Gu was being mischievous again.

Kuwahara put down the spoon and went to open the door helplessly.Unprepared, he was pushed hard to the side and hit the wall hard, hurting his elbow.

Tian Yue walked in angrily and turned around, but couldn't find Fu Zhihuai, and rushed into the kitchen, pushing all the dishes to the floor as if venting, smashing them loudly.Kuwahara leaned against the wall, before he could react, he heard a heavy muffled noise from the kitchen, and the strong aroma of chestnut chicken soup soon filled the whole room.

"You, it's you!" Tian Yue strode up to him with red eyes, and finally caught her sworn enemy.She stared fiercely at Kuwahara for a long time, then suddenly felt a little bit in her heart, as if she had discovered something serious.

Kuwahara stood quietly, letting her watch, his hands clenched tightly by his side.

"It's you..." Tian Yue's voice was full of surprise, hatred, and remorse.Her lips trembled, her eyes stared at Kuwahara without blinking, as if she wanted to stare him out of a hole: "I've seen you, haven't I?! You've been to our house! Since then, you... I God!"

She clutched her neck in dismay, as if about to vomit.Kuwahara was calm and indifferent, and asked softly, "Auntie, what's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter?!" Tian Yue scolded, "It's you—"

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped Kuwahara's face.