The more uncontrollable it is, the easier it is to become addicted, and the more dangerous it is, the more irresistible it is, such as time, such as people.
And Chus received both temptations on the same day.
He could suddenly understand why so many people in the nursing home or in the training camp wanted to get closer to Saeyang even though they were so scared that their hands and feet were so weak Because in that moment just now, he also had the same impulse.
Sa'eyan's lips almost touched the socket of his neck, and his breath spread on his skin, with a subtle current, layer after layer on the side of his ear and face, like a shore at high tide.
If this man really wanted to do something, he would never refrain from asking gentlemanly in advance.
When he came to the bridge, he asked this question, which was nothing more than to draw a prison for Chus on the spot, because whether the answer was yes or no, it proved that Chus had never forgotten that moment for so many years.
He did it on purpose.
It's like when a wild animal hunts, you always have the patience to appreciate how the prey is enclosed step by step Chus closed his eyes as Sa'eyang breathed: "Sa'e, do you remember the second ammunition room hidden in the sanatorium's botanical garden?"
"Hmm."
Saeyang answered, as low as a whisper.
"One year, a new batch of dimensionality reduction strike bombs newly researched by the military department were introduced into the ammunition room, and they were spread amazingly, but they were hidden and guarded layer by layer to prevent people from approaching.
I've met you around there no less than five times that month, and I've never seen you take such an interest in anything. ” Saeyang chuckled, as if remembering the incident.
"The sixth time I saw you there, you were coming out of the ammunition room."
Chuston paused for a moment, and then said, "After that, I haven't seen you mention more than half of your interest in that dimensionality reduction strike bomb." ” As he spoke, he lowered his head, his fingers pulling the edge of the towel around Sa'eyang's waist a little downward, and finished the remaining little medicine in the syringe one by one, and then threw the empty injection into the sterilization layer.
The body of the synthetic tube was a little hard, and it fell into it and rolled twice with a grunt.
Chus clicked and closed the medical box, raised his hand and patted the remote control on the glass round table in his hand, the light went out in response, and the whole bedroom was dark.
He tilted his head to the darkness for a moment, brushed the tip of his nose against Sa'eyang's cheek, touched the corner of Sa'er's lips as his breathing overlapped, and then straightened up.
"You don't have any curiosity about the ammunition itself, it's just that they are so guarded that you won't be allowed to get close, and once you get it, your interest will be gone."
Chus stood in the dark, his voice sounding unusually calm.
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and walked to the bedroom door, and when he opened the door, he turned his head to the man on the sofa again, "The things that were interrupted back then have continued, I suggest that you better hurry up and sleep, even your eyes are already burning and you can't open them, you still have this kind of spirit." ” The tone of his voice was the same as always, with a cool smell in his calmness, as if the touch that had just happened in the dark was just to send people to settle down, as if a little cub knocked on the door on Halloween and asked for candy, and he touched it and handed it out, without any deep meaning.
With that, he slammed the door behind his back.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, the short corridor in front of him unlit, only the light projected by the living room outside, and even from the wheelhouse beyond, cut the ground into geometric blocks of light and dark.
The words just now were about Sa'eyang from beginning to end, and he was talking about Sa'eyang, who was interested in talking and leaving, and he had been like this for decades.
But he didn't say a word about himself.
In fact, just before today, he felt that there would always be a wall between him and Sa'eyang, because the Red Maple Base back then, because the last bit of hope about Jiang Qi was completely destroyed by Sa'eyang, so his relationship with Sa'eyang stopped there, and there would be no further development.
He used this causal argument to lobby for many, many years, and he believed it himself.
However, everything just now completely dissected the outer skin, and he suddenly saw the truth hidden underneath The wall that stretched between him and Sa'e Yang had nothing to do with Jiang Qi at all.
When the Red Maple Base was destroyed and the last hope of Jiang Qi's resurrection disappeared, he did have a momentary resentment towards Sa'e Yang, and that resentment was actually unreasonable, he didn't even know what the so-called "resurrection plan" was, he didn't know how many other factors would be involved in what ways and means, and he didn't know how likely it was to succeed in the end, but because the rope he had been holding on to for many years suddenly broke and he was at a loss, so he found a bearer to vent his emotions indiscriminately.
Even because it was Sa'e Yang who destroyed the Red Maple base, he would throw those emotions over like that without asking for a reason.
In fact, now that I think about it, in the more than ten years since then, his focus has shifted from finding evidence that Jiang Qi is not dead to chasing Sa'eyang, and it has turned too vaguely and under the guise that even he hasn't reacted, in a sense, Sa'eyang has gradually replaced Jiang Qi as another rope pulling him in that long time.
Saeyang was indeed arrogant and unpredictable, but he wasn't so mad as to destroy such an important base for no apparent reason.
He never mentioned the reason for destroying the Red Maple Base, even if he later went to the space prison, and the answer he gave to all kinds of people was the same: "There is no reason, it looks an eyesore." ” It was extremely perfunctory, but there was never any other non-perfunctory reason, so that what was finally presented in the prison file was such a simple nonsense, and then the dust settled, and by the time Chus took over the position of executive officer, the second interrogation period had already passed.
He never asked Saeyang for his reason, as if he really believed the nonsense in the file.
But in fact, he had already subconsciously acquiesced that there was a deeper reason for Sa'eyang to destroy the Red Maple Base, and even acquiesced that reason was not unreasonable, otherwise the relationship between him and Sa'eyang would not have been transformed into what it was later, and there would never be a time to be side by side again.
From the moment he stepped into Jiang Qi's apartment with Sa'e Yang, the skin that had been draped for so many years could no longer be hidden, and no one could let a resentful person into his house without any care.
What he really cared about was what he had just said to Saeyang.
Chu Si stood outside the door with his eyes down for a few seconds, raised his hand and pressed the fold of his eyebrows, under the shadow of his palm, he bent the corners of his mouth a little self-deprecatingly, and for the first time, he found that he was actually shallow and weak, and the tip of the knife had lived for so many years, and the skin and bones had been ground into thick cocoons, but the inside was still succumbing to the sense of stability.
Not five or six years, not more than ten years, but a long-term sense of stability that can make him completely relax and not have to evacuate again, which is probably the mark of the cold, dark, and turbulent childhood experience rooted in his bones, which cannot be changed or reversed And Saeyang, who is only interested in the unknowable, how can he have anything to do with the word "stability".
No kidding.
Chus put down his hand rubbing his eyebrows, and was about to lift his feet to the living room, when the door behind him suddenly opened from the inside, and one hand grabbed his wrist, turning him over and pressing him to the side.
Behind him was a small door that led to the medical room, and Chus was pressed against the door.
Sa'eyang lowered his head and leaned over, his lips, which had become hot because of the fever, were almost close to his, but there was a slight gap, and they did not really touch each other, and his breathing became a little rapid because of the action just now, showing an extreme sense of intimacy.
He grabbed Chu Si's wrist, and in such a posture, he moved his untouched lips slightly, and laughed low against Chu Si's lips: "That can't be called continuation just now, it's too perfunctory, and the posture is not right."
If I'm not mistaken, you were pinned against a tree, and the sound of panting didn't even drown out the incessant explosions in the woods. ” Chus couldn't retreat, as long as he opened his mouth, he could touch Saeyang's lips, but he still replied: "That's running out." ” Perhaps due to the atmosphere, his own voice was low as a whisper.
"yes, then you're not running now."
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After saying that, he had already kissed Chus.
At first, there were some rules, but I don't know when they started, and they started to mess up.
In the short corridor, the breathing of the two people was so heavy that it made people's ears hot.
With a click, the narrow door behind Chuss suddenly opened.
The two of them struggled to get inside, first against the wall, then to the medical cabin.
Then, with a "tick", the medical chamber they were in suddenly opened its seal.
Chus's fingers gripping Sa'er's arm tightened, and with a skillful pull, he pressed Sa'eyang into the medical cabin.
"The injured organism is detected, and physiological numerical measurements begin."
Chu Si closed the seal, slapped on the start switch of the medical cabin, the whole person took a step back, propped his hands on the edge of the medical cabin, gasped for a while, lowered his eyes and knocked on the seal: "Your body is getting more and more wrong, you can't feel it yourself" Saeyang collapsed in the medical cabin, his strong chest muscles rising and falling, he raised his hand to wipe his face, squinted at Chus, and said, "Sir, you are plotting against me." ” "People who can faint in two minutes are not qualified to speak."
Chus put the back of his hand against the heart of his forehead and said: Roll the calf, who will accompany you to madness: