I haven't been to the beach in 19 years."
There was only one wall lamp on in the room, which Fan Xiao left for You Shulang.
The dim light turned his pupils into a hazy warm color. Fan Xiao sank deeply into the sofa, looking confused and tired.
"When I was 7, I encountered the Indonesian tsunami. You know, that tsunami killed a lot of people."
You Shulang's eyelids suddenly drooped, and his eyes were filled with shock. The Indonesian tsunami that Fan Xiao mentioned occurred 19 years ago and was known as the most terrible tsunami in history. Nearly 300,000 people lost their lives in that disaster.
I didn't expect that Fan Xiao was a survivor of that catastrophe!
"Warm water or beer?" You Shulang asked after a moment of silence.
Fan Xiao forced a smile: "Beer."
The beer in the hotel's small refrigerator exudes the mellow aroma of malt, stirring the heavy air in the room subtly.
Fan Xiao took a sip of beer, his eyes were empty: "At that time, our family was on vacation on an island, and on a whim that day, I wanted to go to the local market. I still remember the smell of the hot sticky rice wrapped in banana leaves at the market."
The wet lips slowly opened and closed: "So much so that many years later, every terrible nightmare will be filled with the fragrance of this sticky rice."
"But I didn't have a dream just now. I smelled that smell again. I hid myself in the darkness, as if I was back to when I was seven years old, clinging to my mother and trembling with fear."
Fan Xiao pressed his forehead with his fingers: "I'm sorry, I didn't scare you, did I?"
You Shulang shook his head. He sat next to Fan Xiao, holding the same brand of beer in his hand, with the same aroma of beer coming out of his mouth, as if he could empathize with him.
There was no need for comfort at this moment. You Shulang reached out and loosened the two buttons under Fan Xiao's throat. He had become accustomed to doing this kind of thing these days.
Fan Xiao's gaze followed, and under the dim light, it looked somewhat morbid and oppressive.
"You Shulang," his voice was a little hoarse, "If you were in that situation, would you lend a hand to protect others?"
You Shulang met his gaze, thought for a moment, and then replied: "I don't know. In the moment of life and death, no one can guarantee what choice they will make."
"What if it's your lover and children?"
You Shulang was slightly startled, but then replied: "I won't abandon them."
A deep and obscure gaze met You Shulang's eyes. The gaze stayed for a long time, so long that You Shulang began to secretly examine whether his answer had accidentally hurt Fan Xiao.
Finally retracting his gaze, Fan Xiao took a sip of beer, leaned back on the sofa, and said softly: "I knew Director You was a good person."
His knee tilted slightly and slowly rubbed over, touching You Shulang's leg neither lightly nor heavily.
The slight friction through the trouser material made You Shulang feel a little uncomfortable, but he held back and did not move. Physical contact can sometimes soothe the soul, and even the slightest touch of body temperature can be a kind of comfort.
"Luckily you and your mother escaped."
"She's dead."
"!!!"
"The waves were higher than the other, like a wall. People were screaming and running for their lives. She and I ran into a two-story house in a panic. At the end of the corridor was a grocery room with no windows, and the wooden door could not keep out the water."
"The water level was getting higher and higher, quickly flooding her calves, thighs and chest. She first carried me on her back, then let me sit on her shoulders, but by then she could no longer stand steadily in the water. Finally, she used all her strength to pile all the debris in the house into the corner and let me stand on it."
Fan Xiao took a sip of wine, and the mist from the bottle condensed into water droplets, which slowly slid down the wall, like someone's tears.
"Most of the debris was rotten wood, which could not bear the weight of two people. I watched her sink into the water little by little. The last thing she said to me was..."
"Survive."
The beer bottle fell heavily on the coffee table, and the foam surged up. Fan Xiao suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs: "Live! Why does she want me to live? Is death a painful thing? Living is!"
There were crazy red marks in his eyes: "My mother died! She died right in front of me! The room was so dark and I only had a box of matches! Then the matches ran out and I couldn't see the face in the water!"
His entire body was filled with violent energy, and the long suppressed emotions dragged Fan Xiao into the abyss of madness. The fragments of pain pierced through him once again, bringing him back to that nightmare!
"Mom, why do you keep telling me to live! I've run out of matches, ฉันอยากไปกับคุณโลกนี้มืดเกินไป (I want to be with you, this world is too dark.) I hate them, I hate everyone!"
"Fan Xiao!" You Shulang grabbed Fan Xiao's shoulders with both hands, "Look at me, look at me, the tsunami is over, everything is over!"
"You Shulang?"
"Yes, I am."
"Do you know?" Fan Xiao's madness became worse, "You are the one I hate the most now!"
Suddenly, the man pounced on her and kissed the man in front of him fiercely!
"You..." You Shulang obviously didn't expect this to happen. In the moment of shock, Fan Xiao moved in front of him and pressed him hard.
"คนดีวิสุทธิชนขนาดใหญ่ทำ ไมคุณถึงเข้าไปยุ่งกับชีว ิตและความตายของผู้อื่น? (My good bad guy, great saint, why do you interfere in other people's lives and deaths?)"
You Shulang's eyes widened, his head tilted back suddenly, and he pressed hard against the man's chest, and said sternly: "Fan Xiao, wake up!"
Before the last word came out, Fan Xiao pressed on again.
You Shulang didn't dare to use his full strength because of his injured hand, but he treated Fan Xiao like a wild beast, letting him vent his emotions wantonly.
He was hugged very tightly, their bodies pressed tightly against each other through the clothes, and behind his waist was a strong and firm arm, like an unbreakable prison that seemed to imprison him forever.
The kiss was so intense that it seemed to have taken away his breath. He gradually found it difficult to breathe, and the sharp anger in his eyes gradually disappeared as his consciousness blurred.
The man in front of him, with painful despair and unbearable desire, absorbed his breath and looked forward to his response. You Shulang's heart softened and the hand holding the back of Fan Xiao's neck loosened.
As if receiving some signal, Fan Xiao's kiss became deeper and more intense, sucking and kissing her inside and out.
You Shulang's mind was clear, but his body reacted uncontrollably.
hot.
The lips that were kissed again and again by Fan Xiao were getting hot, and the bodies that were tightly pressed against each other were getting hot.
When the man's hand reached under his shirt and touched his waist, You Shulang finally came to his senses. He suddenly reached out and used all his strength to push Fan Xiao away!
The heavy breathing gradually faded away, and the dim light enveloped the two silent people.
"I'm sorry." Fan Xiao was the first to break the silence, "I just..."
"I know." You Shulang interrupted, "It's a stress reaction. I understand."
He stood up and walked to the refrigerator, took out another bottle of beer, opened the pull ring and drank most of the bottle in one breath. After drinking, he wiped the moisture from the corners of his lips with his thumb: "Last time I was drunk and offended you in a muddleheaded way. This time you responded, so we are even. It's over, so let's not talk about it anymore."
Fan Xiao slowly leaned back on the sofa, the anger in his eyes was hidden by his drooping eyelids, he smiled softly: "Okay, you kiss me, I kiss you, we'll pay off the debt."
The words were bold and explicit, which made You Shulang feel hot on his face. Fortunately, Fan Xiao's cell phone rang, which saved him.
"Hello? Yes, in S City."
The call was from Shi Lihua, who was extremely shocked that Fan Xiao was on a business trip to a coastal city.
"Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"
"It has already happened."
"Fuck, why does it sound so normal now?"
"Director You is here."
"What's the meaning?"
You Shulang was polite and went into the bathroom when Fan Xiao answered the phone. Fan Xiao looked at the door and whispered, "I can't keep avoiding it. Since I'm going to try to take a step forward, I might as well show my misery in front of him."
The person on the phone started cursing, and Fan Xiao decisively hung up the phone.
He walked to the bathroom and said through the door: "Shu Lang, do you know why I must add your name to the list of people on the business trip?"
The door was unlocked, You Shulang leaned against the door frame, holding a cigarette in his hand, his expression indifferent: "Why?"
"Because..." Fan Xiao's eyes were heavy, "Because when I'm scared, I hope you can be there."