Xu Yan Yimo

"Hey."

When the hoarse monosyllable came from the phone, Xu Mo felt that a corner of his heart that had been frozen since he set foot on this land melted: "Let me guess, at your current time over there, what should I do?" Good morning to you?"

After not being woken up by the alarm clock but being woken up by the owner of a number on the phone who paid special attention to him, the male voice laughed softly, without any disturbed temper: "If you are in the United States, it should be night now, then I will I should say good night to you too."

There is already a little sunshine on the coastline in the distance. The time in the UAE is quite different from that in the United States. It should be early in the morning.But Xu Mo looked at the coastline and hummed lightly.

"Good morning, Zeyan."

"Good night, Momo."

With the same sentence pattern, at the same time, the two of them laughed at the same time, like a couple secretly dating on the phone at night, because of this tacit understanding, or in other words, a tacit understanding.

When he hung up the phone, Xu Mo put the phone in his heart pocket.Even though his body smelled of bitter and salty sea water, and his clothes were wet, when he walked to the shore where he was supposed to be, the first thing he did was to take out his waterproof mobile phone and call his sweetheart.

Now there is more than just a few streets between them.There is the highest mountain and the deepest sea between them. Xu Mo never thought about it. The moment he escaped detection and went ashore, the first thing that came to his mind after being soaked in sea water was to hear him. The voice, the voice from the mountains and the sea.

He took off his wet and heavy white windbreaker and threw it into the grass on one side, and walked towards the north.

China, Lianyu City.

Li Zeyan put down his phone to wash up, opened the closet, and now there were not only his own clothes, but also Xu Mo's clothes.When moving, his was on the left, and Xu Mo's was on the right.When he reached for it, he caught Xu Mo by the sleeve of the black coat that was hanging inside, and he froze for a moment, closing and loosening his fingers, feeling nervous for no reason.

Is it an illusion?Xu Mo called just to say good morning to him.

Maybe I was thinking too much.

Maybe it's just like falling in love in a different place, being suspicious all day long.Not only thinking about happily receiving a call from the person I like, but also thinking about why he would call at a certain moment.What he was doing, who he was doing it with, big and small problems, hadn't been so obvious when the two of them were very close together.

"Maybe I'm really not sober enough..." He rested his hands on his forehead in the office, mockingly feeling that his forehead seemed to have a fever.

Wei Qian, who was tidying the table beside him, twitched his eyelids, looked at Li Zeyan's expressionless face, and said in horror, "Boss Li, are you sick? I'll call the doctor right away!"

"……no."

"Mr. Li, don't worry, I'm fast, and your body is the most important thing!"

"...No need."

"But..." Wei Qian still wanted to argue with reason.

"I told you I'm not sick!" Li Zeyan's face was black, and he looked a little annoyed for some reason.Wei Qian had no choice but to hold back weakly, and was pitifully invited out of the office.

...Why is it also pretending to be pitiful, Wei Qian's words didn't fluctuate in his heart, and Xu Mo's words surrendered casually?

Later, after a long time, Wei Qian found out about these two people.First of all, he was shocked by the fact that the president himself admitted to coming out, and then he found an explanation for the occasional inexplicable attitude of the previous president.

That is the most unfathomable sentence: because of love.

"Zeyan, have you eaten yet?" The voice on the other end of the phone was as gentle and friendly, which made people's ears and heart feel very comfortable.

"Eat, how about you, Momo?" He didn't even know how gentle he was when he said this.

"Me? A colleague here also invited me to have a snack." Xu Mo licked the sticky corners of his mouth, "It's what I once made for you, tidamisu."

"... Is your colleague a man or a woman?" Does this dull idiot know that if a girl invites him to eat tidamisu, the meaning is different?

Xu Mo over there smiled lightly at the awkward care and jealousy in his words, and coughed a few times as if he had choked on something: "Is it a man, or is he not as tall as you and not as tall as you?" A married person with a good-looking voice that is not as good as yours, came to me to discuss the next experimental work and missed the meal, and invited me to eat local specialties to express guilt and gratitude."

The taste of Middle Eastern specialties is accompanied by indescribable blood in the mouth.

"That, is it sweet?" The embarrassment of being exposed for a second, even changing the subject seemed blunt.

"No, it's not as sweet as you." He swallowed with difficulty, "You make the sweetest, and so are you."

Although listening to a lot of love talk is immune, but this kind of arsonist who can flirt with the sky at any time is still too foul. "...Well, cough, if you like it, I'll make it for you when you come back."

"Okay." Huh, Xu Mo closed his eyes, pulled out the sharp shard from the palm of his hand, and still hummed: "By the way, Ze Yan, go home early during this time, don't go home in the dark It will be very dangerous to leave later, you know?"

"What danger?" Li Zeyan felt a little short of breath, what was Xu Mo's voice just now? "... There is the sound of water dripping over there, is it raining?"

Outside the windows of the dark, cramped storage room there was no cloud, and it was a fine day.He clutched his abdomen, with cold sweat running down his face: "...The weather has changed, it's raining. You haven't promised me yet, look at it leisurely, it's best for you all to go back before dark...Your own words are fine." Be careful." If it was only during the day, they didn't dare to do anything casually.

"Momo, what's the matter?" Li Zeyan's finger clasped the table turned white, and the uneasiness in his heart instantly amplified: Why do you listen... It's like a dying person confessing his last words.

Unexpectedly, Xu Mo laughed as if nothing had happened: "No, I'm just not by your side, I'm worried." What kind of worry... Even though he had secretly notified Bai Qi and the others to keep an eye on him, he was still worried . "Go home before dark, promise me, okay?"

"Okay, when did I not agree to your request?" Xu Mo may have had his own considerations in doing this. Since it is inconvenient for him to say it, why should he force him to ask, but the trembling in his tone is... cold? .Li Zeyan was thinking this and before he could ask, Xu Mo's voice sounded like a violin playing at the opening: "...There is a golden wave of wheat outside the window, it reminds me of you."

The glass pierced by bullet holes seemed to be covered with a huge spider web, and glass fragments were scattered all over the place.Xu Mo sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, the cold wind sneaked in through the broken window, chilling the place where the blood flowed.But he squinted his eyes slightly, looking out of the window in the shadow cast by his eyelashes, looking out of the window, like a piece of wheat soaked by rain.Just like in the book "The Little Prince", the golden wave of wheat reminds him of his lover.

"But I don't have blond hair." Xu Mo actually mentioned his "The Little Prince" on the phone, as if he felt that his mood was swinging between sad and happy piano sounds, and he didn't mind talking to him more.

In "The Little Prince", the little fox said to the little prince: You have golden hair.Well, it will be wonderful once you tame me.Wheat is golden, it reminds me of you.And, I'd even like the sound of the wind blowing the wheat...

Sure enough, Xu Mo smiled, and seemed to be in a happier mood: "Well, I didn't say it well. Then... you have dark blue eyes, and the sea is dark blue, so it reminds me of you. And, I'd even love the sound of the waves breaking..."

Amused by his earnestly repeated tone, Li Zeyan looked out of the window, with a smile on his brows on the glass, but he still deliberately picked a thorn: "Professor Xu Da, you seem to have missed the middle sentence."

"No." There seemed to be waves in his dark purple eyes: "Because..."

"You have tamed me."

After the phone was turned off, he pulled out the small calling card and put it on his heart, and threw the phone aside.The only sound left in the room was his panting, and there seemed to be the sound of leather shoes stepping outside the door.

The wound on the abdomen that was shot by the bullet outside the window was still bleeding, and the sound of dripping water was the echo of the blood dripping to the ground, just like the swan song of the stage ending.

As for the wound in the palm of his hand that was inserted by the broken glass of the window, he had already taken out the glass slag, but it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength while answering the phone and treating the wound.He smiled wryly, he was still too greedy, he still wanted to take comfort from his lover when he was bleeding—even if he squandered his last courage, he just wanted to hear his voice.

The nausea churning in my stomach, blood dripping from my mouth, sticky and wet, a hundred times worse than a nightmare.

The key turned and the door opened, and the blond Frenchman entered.The muzzle of a pistol was already at his temple.

"Ares, the game of cat and mouse is over."

He clutched the wound, blood seeped from between his fingers, obviously the muzzle of the gun could not be held steady when he stood up, his eyes were still like jackals.

The bodyguards behind the French rushed up and overturned Xu Mo's pistol. He was forced to be pressed down, lying on the ground with his forehead against the dusty floor.

The pain of the bones being torn, the humiliation of the deep soul rising from the flesh and blood.

But when the Frenchman grabbed his hair and forced him to look up, his eyes were still clear. Looking at the Frenchman's handsome face was like looking at a piece of rotten meat.

It was more disgusting than the blood in his mouth.

He even laughed lightly, making that person obviously stunned—he was the one kneeling down on the ground, but he was still as proud and elegant, like a black swan in a tissue culture dish.Possessing a noble bloodline, even kneeling down can't change his capital of looking down on all living beings.

"How does it feel to go from God of War to prisoner?"

Xu Mo didn't speak. When he was hit on the back of the head by the gravity of the gun handle again and passed out, what he thought was still

——Fortunately, in this nightmare, it was me who fell, not you.