"Don't think about it anymore, little bamboo." Gao Cheng's voice became cold, "Suppress your fear, or you will fall into the demons of your heart." ”

I wanted to, too, but I couldn't control it, it was like being choked by the throat with a lifeline, and I couldn't breathe with my neck up. It was really suffocating, and I saw myself in Takashiro's astonished eyes: a miserable white face, miserable white lips, eyes half-open, and weak breathing. The next moment, he leaned down and covered my lips, the warm breath flowed in, I sucked hungrily, my hands clasped tightly around his back, just wanted to suck in all the warm current in his mouth to melt the cold that was choked by fear.

He stepped back, bit my ear and said, "Little bamboo, don't regret it. I didn't understand what he was talking about, I just turned my face sideways to find his lips, and the black hole in my heart asked him to fill it.

This time, his aura went crazy, crushing me under me, giving me what I wanted, but holding me back from moving. I couldn't do anything but follow his breath, and my mind began to run empty. When the clothes faded and the warmth was close to each other, the cold finally faded, and it turned out that only the restlessness of the body could soothe the bone-chilling cold.

Gao Cheng's eyes had an emotion in his eyes that he had never felt before, and I didn't seem to understand what that meant. I couldn't feel comfortable being stared at, and I raised my head slightly and buried it in his chest, and the hot skin pressed against my face, and it was the same temperature, and then I realized that my face was hot. I vaguely knew what would happen next, but as soon as I thought about leaving, the cold overwhelmed my reason, and I just wanted to hold him tight and not let go......

Before the pain came, he seemed to hear a warm voice in his ear asking: "Little bamboo, are you ready?" I only frowned slightly, and turned my face sideways to stop his voice, but then I felt the pain come over me, and the pain overflowed in his mouth, and he hooked his lips and tongue with a brutal tongue to prevent me from having the slightest room to struggle, so that I could feel him clearly.

I could only close my eyes when I lost my vision, but my body perception became clearer after I lost my vision. At some point, I couldn't find my breath, only to hear a seductive voice in my ear: "Little bamboo, call me by name." ”

Crisp and numb into my heart, I searched for it consciously, and finally overflowed: "Gao Cheng ......"

The sweet magnetic laughter reached the eardrums, and then took me from the valley to the top of the mountain, and then from the peak to the valley, and finally when there was calm, the sweat on Gao Cheng's forehead fell on my face, and I sniffed hard while gasping heavily, and found that my whole body was covered with his breath. It made me feel at ease, and the chill finally disappeared.

It turns out that this is the only way to drive away the chill of fear.

When Gao Cheng retreated and turned down, there was a moment of emptiness that penetrated into the bottom of my heart, making me panic slightly, but seeing that he was just lying on his side, his hand still holding me, my heart settled down again. Listening to the pleasant chuckle in my ears, I raised my eyes and looked at those eyes that were bent full of smiles, and I couldn't take my eyes off them.

Gao Cheng is good-looking, which I recognized when I first met him. But he rarely laughed. It's not that he doesn't usually smile, but the corners of his mouth always rise in an arc, with a shallow ridicule, and the smile does not reach the bottom of his eyes, giving people a sense of alienation. Even though I was close to him, I didn't like him to treat me like that. At this moment, those dark eyes seemed to be dyed with bright colors, and the smile was deep, and my fingers began to itch again, and I wanted to draw him.

My heart moved with my thoughts, and when I blurted out, I was surprised: "Let me draw you." ”

His eyes flickered, and then deepened, and he asked with a smile, "Now?" I nodded, "Now." He seemed to think for a moment before he said slowly: "A kiss." I only frowned, and put my lips up, and the dragonfly tried to pull away, but he grabbed me, and grabbed the back of my head with his big palm, forcing me to open my lips and join his lips.

It's me who is naïve, he is like a wolf and a tiger at this time, how can he let me go so easily.

After a siege of the city, my breathing became rapid again, and finally when he was willing to retreat, he turned over and pressed on his body, the imminent movement was too obvious, I asked in astonishment, "...... you" Before I could finish speaking, he put his lips against my lips and said, "If you want to draw me, take charge of putting out this fire first." ”

“......”

By the time Ann sat down with the pen in her hand and started drawing, it was a long time later. I raised my eyes several times to look at the person leaning on the side, and finally couldn't help it: "Can you not laugh ......" like a fox that has just stolen fish, with a spring breeze on his face, and his eyes are still hooking.

He said lazily: "It's a lot of requests, don't you know if I'm looking at it from the heart?" ”

I gritted my teeth and decided to ignore it. The pen and paper are asked for by the hotel reception, not a special brush and paper, and I plan to wait for the manuscript to be drawn out, and then re-copy it with a professional pen and paper. After a moment of silence, the "model" couldn't help but speak: "Little bamboo, you don't plan to let me stay motionless like this for a few hours, don't you say something?" ”

After a pause, I whispered, "Let me tell you a story, the protagonist of the story is a father whose daughter has just been born from the delivery room." The first time he saw the child in the nurse's hand was not surprise, but horror, and he asked the nurse, 'Is the child the wrong one?' Why do you look so ugly? The nurse told him that the daughters were with their fathers. He was relieved, but he still had a sense of panic, and he didn't know if he was ready for his father. And he had nowhere to ask, because he hadn't spoken to his father in years. ”

I paused here, raised my eyes to Gao Cheng, and asked softly, "Do you still want to hear it?" ”

"Go on."

I smeared my eyebrows and eyes on my hands, and waited for the shape of my face to come out before I said: "It's not that he doesn't want to communicate with his father, but he can't see anyone at all, his father is a policeman, an old policeman for more than 40 years." Working on a hidden front meant that not only did he rarely go home, but his family could never know where he was and what he was doing when he wasn't. When my father was eighteen years old, he put on a police uniform for the first time and became a glorious people's policeman. It's very handsome, but it's useless to be a policeman, it depends on your ability.

He dared to walk into the gathering point of the gang leader, quickly and accurately locked the throat of the boss before the other party drew his gun, and pointed a police gun at the leader's head to make the rest of the people lay down their weapons. No one listened to him, and the leader's men were supposed to draw their guns, and all seven guns were pointed at his head. At this time, anyone would be afraid, but to everyone's surprise, he put down the 64 pistol and pushed it on the table along with his police ID. The life of a policeman is a police gun, and he never leaves his hand at any time, and he pushes his life out. Instead, everyone put down their guns, and the leader turned around and asked him what he meant, and he smiled and said, "Do you know how long we've been staring at this place?" Now there are three floors outside and three floors outside, and the military and police have all surrounded them, and as long as the guns go off inside, the outside will immediately open fire, and no one will survive, for sure. I dared to come in today, but I didn't want to go out at all, I came to talk to you. If you are caught, no matter how you are sentenced, it will be a death sentence, and I have a way to live. If you put down the gun and follow me today, I dare to use my life to save your life from the death penalty, you believe that I put down the gun and go out with me to live, you don't believe me, shoot, die together, you choose.

Later, the father recounted the episode and said that it was the longest two minutes of his life, and after two minutes, the boss put down the gun in his hand, stretched out his hands, and told him to handpen and walk out the door and into the police car. Only then did he turn around and whisper to the two police officers who were accompanying him: 'Notify the military immediately.' Ten minutes later, a large number of police and military forces came, and the room was surrounded by three floors, and all the criminals were arrested. ”

The story is very long, I told it a little dry, but I didn't have the intention to pour water, the pen in my hand had stopped for some time, and there was a ripple in my heart. With a warm hand, he looked up suddenly, but saw that Gao Cheng had come to him at some point, and the starlight in his low-looking eyes flowed, and he said, "He is very brave, what happened later?" ”

Afterward? I tilted my perspective slightly, a little fragility overflowed in my heart, "Later, he officially entered the hidden front because of this merit, and the story just now is ...... His son was one of the few people he could share his father's story with. In the years that followed, there was no way to know about the undercover, lurking, and bullet rain, and you could only occasionally see the bullet marks on his body, the traces of countless brushes with death, and his silence and smile when you asked him. This occasionally, it may be half a year, it may be a year, it may be three years or five years, or it may be more than ten years. ”

"Have you never seen him again?" Gao Cheng sat down and took me into his arms.

I asked, "Do you know what I'm talking about?" He smiled lightly, "If I don't understand you, will I still be by your side?" My heart shook, agitated emotions poured out, and my nose became sour in an instant, I leaned my head on his shoulder, and whispered: "His favorite song is the theme song of the TV series "Plainclothes Police" "Young Ambition is Not Sorrowful": Several degrees of wind and rain, several degrees of spring and autumn, wind, frost, snow and rain are turbulent, after all the hardships and infatuation, the young ambition is not sorrowful, the golden shield is cast with blood, and the danger shows his skills, for the mother's smile, for the harvest of the earth, the eventful years are not afraid of romance. He was the squad leader of their police academy, and in his early years, when he went home once in a while, he often listened to him talking on the phone with his classmates. Chatting and chatting, there was a classmate who died, I don't know where the sacrifice was, I don't know why I sacrificed, and I haven't passed the confidentiality period. The death without a sound, the sacrifice without even a monument, is them. ”

I choked up a little as I spoke, my eyes seemed to be moist, and I turned my head and buried my face in his shoulder, suppressing the sourness. I felt him wrap his arms around me and pat me on my back, and it was by far the gentlest time he had been. I know that because it is him, he is willing to tell this. <