dangerous love song

Chapter 18

Zhimei Lunzhu suddenly closed his eyes, and the time passed in an instant. When he opened his eyes, and the thinking in his head was extremely clear, he remembered his inexplicable kiss, and at the same time found that he and Long Jue were sleeping naked. On the same bed, I slept the whole night under the same quilt.

His face turned livid, and he didn't know how to face it.

Long Jue hugged his body all the time, sleeping so peacefully that he couldn't bear it, and he couldn't wait for Long Jue to wake up naturally, so he raised a hand and pushed Long Jue away.

After Long Jue turned over, he woke up and saw Zhimei Lunzhu with a broken expression on his face. He just remembered to ask "What's wrong with Zhimei, she doesn't look well", and didn't care whose bed she was in or who she was with. sleep together.

Zhimei Lunzhu broke down and said, "What did we do last night...!"

Long Jue looked at him, still calm, and replied: "Don't think about it, Naomi. Last night we just took off our clothes and slept together without doing anything. If you really did that kind of thing, you should feel The butt hurts." Then he propped up his upper body, emphasizing: "I love Jiadan, there is no way I will feel sorry for him."

Zhimei Lunzhu really didn't feel pain in her buttocks. It should be said that she didn't feel anything at all, just like usual. This means that Long Jue really didn't lie, and indeed there was no sexual relationship that night.

Long Jue bent one knee, hugged his knee with one hand, and said, "How much wine did we drink last night? We haven't reached the limit yet, and we're all sober. It's impossible to do crazy things."

Zhimei Lunzhu slowly raised her upper body, lifted the quilt, and slowly got out of bed. She was shining brightly but boldly walked forward, walked to the wardrobe, opened a door, and calmly picked out some clothes.

Long Jue looked at his bare back, and finally focused his eyes on that buttocks, staring at the slit and the roundest part, after a few seconds he forced himself to look back, forced Don't look up by yourself.

Zhimei Lunzhu put on the trousers, slipped on the trouser chain, slowly fastened the metal buckle, put on a shirt and a cardigan, and walked out of her bedroom.

There was no one else here, so Long Jue slowly got out of bed, bent down, picked up his messy clothes on the ground, took these worn clothes, walked out naked, and returned to his bedroom.

After getting dressed, he didn't rush to the bathroom to compete with Zhimei Lunzhu to wash up. Instead, he grabbed his mobile phone and made a call to Hu Jiadan. Unfortunately, after a few beeps on the phone, a voice came out Reminder, tell him that the other party has not turned on the phone and cannot dial.

Hanging up the phone, Long Jue felt a little helpless, he knew that Hu Jiadan had been working hard all the time in order to make ends meet, and most of the time he wouldn't turn on the phone when he was at work.

Maybe at this time, the other party is busy repairing the car in the car repair shop...?

Long Jue held the phone for a while, and then put it on the bed casually.

At noon, he dialed Hu Jiadan's number again, and after a long time, someone finally answered, and while chatting, he always heard a hissing sound in the voice.

Long Jue was very curious about where the sound came from. Is there something wrong with his mobile phone, or Hu Jiadan's mobile phone is broken?When he mentioned this to Hu Jiadan, Hu Jiadan didn't find it strange at all, and told him that he was eating noodles, and of course there would be a hissing sound while eating noodles while talking.

After chatting for 10 minutes, Long Jue lost his patience and immediately turned to the topic, asking Hu Jiadan if he would like to move in and live with him.

Hu Jiadan almost spit out a mouthful of noodles, and there was only one reason: Long Jue did not live alone in the residence, Long Jue and Zhimei Lunzhu lived together, it was two men, and when Hu Jiadan moved in, it would be three men living together However, Hu Jiadan knew nothing about Zhimei Lunzhu, including the other party's surname orientation, and he was unwilling to expose his body in front of Zhimei Lunzhu.

However, under Long Jue's persuasiveness, he began to feel a little restless in his heart. He just said "give me a few days to think about it", but there was no positive reply.

Long Jue felt from the bottom of his heart that this 'consideration' had a bad result, and Hu Jiadan said to think about it, nine out of ten it represented an unsatisfactory result.He simply assumed that Hu Jiadan didn't agree, and he couldn't help being disappointed.

The next day, he was still absent from work, and he used a unique trick - from morning to night, a sign was hung on the door of the room, which read in Bachang characters, "If you want me to wash the dishes, I will starve to death outside." Well, since I hung up this sign and went out, I haven't gone back, and have been staying in the familiar bar.

Zhimei Lunzhu called his phone number several times in a row, but the result was always a voice prompting that the user was turned off, which made Zhimei Lunzhu very angry and helpless.

Zhimei Lunzhu also adopted extreme countermeasures, that is to ignore Long Jue's life and death outside, live alone in this residence, eat as usual, sleep as usual, and go to the store as usual.

He firmly believed that Long Jue would come back and surrender in a few days.

However, three days later, Long Jue did not come back.

Gradually, he began to feel a little worried, and began to reflect on whether he had used the wrong countermeasures.

On the fifth day, the doorbell rang, and the sound kept ringing early in the morning, easily breaking the cleanliness of the house.

Zhimei Lunzhu opened his eyes, and when he heard the voice, he thought it was Long Jue who had returned, and immediately got out of bed and ran to open the door.

Holding the doorknob with his right hand, before he unlocked it, he had already thought about the curse words, and was going to give Long Jue a serious reprimand when he saw Long Jue.He took a breath of air and opened the door, but he didn't curse, he just stared at the guy in front of him and was stunned.

Standing at the door was a slender poor young man wearing an old T-shirt, old sweater and old jeans, with a large bulging backpack on his back and a heavy snakeskin bag in his hand.

The young man looked at Zhimei Lunzhu in a daze, and Zhimei Lunzhu also looked at him in a daze, and the two men looked at each other for a while.

In the end, Zhimei Lunzhu was the first to speak, wondering: "Hu Jiadan...why is it you...?"

Hu Jiadan took it for granted: "Of course it's me! Ah Jue asked me to move here!" After looking around the room for a while, he asked: "Huh? Where is Ah Jue? Why didn't you see him? At this time, he Are you still sleeping late...?"

Zhimei Lunzhu said calmly: "He ran away from home for several days and never came back."

Hu Jiadan was slightly surprised: "No, don't scare me!"

Zhimei Lunzhu said: "Go to his room and see what is written on the door."

Hu Jiadan entered the house with a snakeskin bag, put it on the floor of the living room, and then approached Long Jue's room, and saw a sign hanging on the closed door, and saw the sign written in red pen. Written in Bachang characters.

Helpless and embarrassed, he said to Zhimei Lunzhu: "Although I can speak Bachang language, I can't understand Bachang script. What is written on it?"

Zhimei Lunzhu worked harder and read it face to face: "If I want to wash the dishes, I will starve to death outside."

Hu Jiadan let out a 'poof', fortunately there was no food in his mouth.He wondered: "I didn't expect him to be so willful and unwilling to work so hard. No wonder he likes to do underworld things."

Zhimei Lunzhu said: "You know too little. He didn't do those things because he worked too hard. It's just that he left this time because of this job."

Hu Jiadan yelled: "Then you don't arrange for him to do the work of washing dishes! Washing dishes all day long, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to stand it either."

Zhimei Lunzhu was helpless: "He doesn't know any skills, he can only fight outside. Without a skill, there is no way to find a good job. In my shop, there is only a shortage of dishwashers."

Hu Jiadan felt a headache when he heard this.He unloaded his backpack, threw it on the sofa in the living room, and volunteered: "I'll go out and find him! For the sake of love, he should be willing to come back with me."

Zhimei Lunzhu specifically told him: "He has been shutting down the phone for the past few days, so you can only go to the places he frequents to look for it."

Hu Jiadan nodded, said 'I see', and ran out.

Zhi Mei Lunzhu was left alone at home. Zhi Mei Lunzhu looked at the snakeskin bag standing on the floor, then at the backpack on the sofa, turned around and walked slowly into her room without saying a word. bedroom.

Hu Jiadan was running around outside, asking everyone he met while walking on the street: "Have you ever seen a handsome, tall young man who looks like this?" He gestured deliberately.

I have searched several streets, including Beijing Road, and asked many people, no matter if they are Shaomin, Han, or other ethnic groups, but they just shake their heads and hands, and no one has seen Long Jue.

After noon, he bought a few steamed buns and a cup of classical milk tea outside, sat on the public bench to eat, and went back slowly.

He didn't have the key to the residence, and after ringing the doorbell for a long time, Zhimei Lunzhu opened the door and let him in.

Although Long Jue was not at home at this time, he still dragged the luggage he brought into Long Jue's bedroom, opened the snakeskin bag, took out the things, and put all the clothes into Long Jue's closet.

Zhimei Lunzhu stood at the door, folded her arms, and asked him if he wanted to help, but he said generously, 'no' while he was busy.

After Long Jue left, he has been wandering outside, always spending nights in bars, not knowing that Hu Jiadan has moved to live at home.

He also went to that familiar alley several times, but every time he went, he couldn't see any familiar faces. Those degenerate youths who exuded awe-inspiring, domineering, and arrogant aura from head to toe had been gone for several days trace.

He felt that the situation was too strange, and he frowned in confusion for a long time.

After it was dark outside, Long Jue went to a small bar as usual, planning to spend the night here.His shadow passed by the alley next to the bar. There was a sewer in the alley, and there was a sudden gurgling sound from there, and then, gradually, a white thing emerged from the depths of the sewage.

The thing slowly emerged, revealing two hollow eye sockets, and then the nasal bone and teeth. This is a man's skull. There is no brain in it, only invisible ghosts live there.

The skull crawled out of the gutter, rolled out of the alley, and followed Long Jue quietly.

When Long Jue was about to enter the bar, he suddenly felt a pain in his foot, the pain was in his ankle. He felt very strange, subconsciously lowered his head to look, and saw a skull with its mouth open, biting it with hard teeth holding his ankle.

He was very courageous, not afraid of ghosts at all, and said to the skull in a calm manner: "Hey, brother, you bit me. Are you biting my foot so that you want to eat it? Then I Let me tell you, my feet are smelly and hard, you might as well bite the pig's trotters, how soft the pig's trotters are, and they smell delicious when cooked, do you know that?"

Skull slowly let go of its mouth and stayed still.

Long Jue said to it again: "Go back where you were, and if you have any grievances, go to the temple to find the teacher."

The skull started to roll again, but it just circled Longjue.

Long Jue couldn't help being a little irritable, and blurted out: "Brother! Don't bother me? Do I know you!"

The skull rolled in front of him, opened its mouth, opened and closed, only the upper and lower rows of teeth collided, and could not make any sound, because it was only a skull and no throat.

Naturally, Long Jue didn't understand what it meant, and wasn't very interested in its intention, so he stepped over and walked into the bar, not wanting to waste time here.

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