spirits in throat

Zhou Ye was hit all over the head by the T-shirt thrown by Rong Zhao: "What the hell?"

He tore off the T-shirt from his head, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, the clear and light smell of washing powder mixed with the dusty smell of running all the way from the city, for short, the smell of sweat.

Fortunately, the ice room was completely dark, and Rong Zhao didn't see Zhou Ye's movements, otherwise...

After taking off the T-shirt, only a black vest was left on Rong Zhao's body. He put his hands around his lips, exhaled a few breaths of hot air and rubbed them together, then turned his head and said, "Aren't you cold, put it on."

"Officer Rong," Zhou Ye turned his head to look in Rong Zhao's direction, pretending to be affectionate, "You're just a blast."

Rong Zhao ignored this dramatist and took out his mobile phone to try to contact the outside world, but because the temperature was too low, the mobile phone had already turned off automatically.

Zhou Ye took out his lighter from his pocket, and moved to Rong Zhao's side: "Come here, warm up."

The fire was lit, and the two danced around the precious little flame that was about to go out.

"The play of Cinderella hasn't finished yet, so why did it switch to the little match girl?" Zhou Ye held the lighter and rubbed his nose, "I want to eat the hot, freshly baked croquettes baked by my grandma." Steaming roast chicken, how about you?"

Rong Zhao looked at the blue-green fire core in the middle of the flames: "I want to bask in the sun."

"Okay, let's go out later, I'll take you to bask in the sun," Zhou Ye handed the lighter to Rong Zhao, "You take it first."

With this little light, Zhou Ye saw Rong Zhao who was only wearing a singlet. He looked thinner than he imagined, and his clavicle bones were unusually obvious.

Zhou Ye took off his shirt, raised his eyes and said, "Take a light on the lighter towards me."

Rong Zhao moved forward, and the firelight illuminated the man's face and strong upper body.Even if the captain of the criminal police doesn't go to the gym often, his usual job is enough for him to have the eight-pack abs in front of him.

The mermaid line slides down from the abdomen into the belt, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and a tough waist line, commonly known as the male dog waist.

Zhou Ye repeated what he said just now: "You point the lighter to my side."

Holding the lighter, Rong Zhao handed it forward for some confusion, basically the flame would burn Zhou Ye's eyelashes any closer.

Rong Zhao shifted his gaze from this perfect body to the opponent's face, and then looked at the shirt he was holding in his hand: "What are you doing?"

After showing off his figure, Zhou Ye stopped his chattering teeth and passed the shirt over: "You wear this, this is long-sleeved, it's warmer."

After speaking, he picked up Rong Zhao's black T-shirt on the ground and put it on himself, and looked down at his new clothes: "It's a bit small, a size bigger will suit me."

"Your dress is so beautiful. Where did you buy it? I'll buy one too."

Rong Zhao handed the lighter to Zhou Ye, and quickly put on his shirt. The sleeves were a little longer. Rong Zhao tucked his hands in the cuffs, hugged his knees, and looked up at Zhou Ye: "Don't buy it, you wear it." Black doesn't look good."

Zhou Ye was holding the lighter, and the two sat on the ground facing each other. The flame seemed to be frozen by the low temperature, jumping around, and it was about to go out.

"Why doesn't it look good? I look good in anything I wear," Zhou Ye handed the lighter to Rong Zhao, and moved forward himself, "I didn't say that myself, but someone else said that."

After all, he is a humble man.

Through the faint light of the fire, Zhou Ye carefully looked at the person in front of him, only to think that he looked better in white than in black.The white color made him look like he was carved out of ice and snow, crystal clear and pure.

Like the most perfect artwork in this world.

"What are you doing!" Rong Zhao pushed Zhou Ye's wrist away, and quickly patted the hair on his forehead.

With a "snap", the lighter fell to the ground and went out, and the whole space fell into darkness again. At the same time, a faint smell of burnt hair diffused.

"I'm sorry," Zhou Ye was fascinated by the beauty. He wanted to see the beauty more clearly, but also wanted the beauty to be warmer. The lighter in his hand kept moving forward. One of them didn't pay attention, and it burned the beauty's hair.

While groping for the lighter on the ground, he said angrily, "Does it hurt? I didn't mean it."

"Are you still trying to do it on purpose?" Rong Zhao checked his hair with his fingers in the dark. Fortunately, it was only slightly burned, and it didn't affect anything.

Zhou Ye picked up the lighter on the ground, and while trying to light it, he said, "Why don't you burn a few hairs of my hair for fun."

Rong Zhao thought of Zhou Ye's cut head: "Your hair, if you burn it again, it will burn to the scalp."

"I knew that Rong Rong is the one who hurts people the most." Zhou Ye held the lighter and lit it several times, but there was no response except for the first few sparks, "It won't light."

Zhou Ye put the lighter on the ground aside, and leaned against Rong Zhao: "Zheng Ke and the others will find a way so that we won't freeze to death inside."

Rong Zhao nodded and rubbed his hands to keep warm: "You can actually go out just now, there is no need to be trapped here with me."

Indeed, after Zhou Ye pushed Xiao Qian out, he could have jumped out the moment the door closed, but it was absolutely impossible to pull Rong Zhao out.

"I'm the captain, it's impossible to leave my team members alone." Zhou Ye hugged his knee like Rong Zhao, rubbing his legs back and forth with his hands, "It's you who don't care about your own safety .”

Rong Zhao was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I'm used to it."

"What kind of bad habit is this, get rid of it," Zhou Ye said without doubt, "As long as I'm here, you will stay behind me."

"Thank you," Rong Zhao said, "I accept it kindly."

In the darkness, Zhou Ye yelled towards the huge ice wall in front of him: "Lu Hairong, are you still alive? If you are alive, just say a word."

What responded to him was darkness and a more piercing chill.

Zhou Ye shuddered: "Why do I feel that it is getting colder and colder, this is not my illusion."

Rong Zhao shrank his body, his voice was the same as usual, without much ups and downs: "It's not an illusion."

"Damn," Zhou Ye cursed secretly, then turned to Rong Zhao and said, "Can you still do it?"

Rong Zhao's teeth were chattering, and even his voice trembled a little: "I'm fine."

Zhou Ye heard Rong Zhao's voice was a little weak, and shook him lightly: "Don't sleep, hold on till rescue."

He tentatively asked softly, "Shall I sing for you?"

Rong Zhao shook his head, he couldn't see his expression in the darkness, he didn't know what he should look like when he smiled at this moment: "It's already very cold, just let my ears go."

Zhou Ye moved towards Rong Zhao's side, his body almost touching his, the person beside him was too cold, it seemed colder than the surrounding air.

Zhou Ye tried his best to cheer up Rong Zhao: "My friends say that I sing well, and that I can release an album at any time."

Rong Zhao let out a low voice, resting his chin on his knees, his eyelids gradually getting heavier.The vasoconstriction caused by the low temperature made him very uncomfortable, and the initial dizziness gradually amplified, dragging his thinking down.

In the darkness, his hand was held by a pair of warm hands.

It's warm, but it's actually a little better than him.

Under the extremely low temperature, this little bit of warmth is like a lighthouse on the vast sea in the dark night. At least it can let people know that they are still alive and have not been swallowed by the sea and darkness.

Rong Zhao withdrew his hand back, no one does not yearn for warmth, but warmth will make people dependent, establish connections and bonds.

This was how he treated He Yanyan in the past. On the day of the college entrance examination, he saw her standing at the corner of the street waiting for him by the small flower bed where they often met. From the afternoon when he finished the last exam until night.

She waited for the whole summer vacation, and he passed by the street next door and saw her countless times, but he never got close to her once.

Rong Zhao withdrew his hand from Zhou Ye's, and said in a cold voice: "Thank you, I don't need it."

"No matter what, save your own life first," Zhou Ye said, picking up the words that most pierced Rong Zhao's heart, "Don't you want to catch the murderer with your own hands?"

Rong Zhao pursed his lower lip and nodded in the dark.

A larger wave of cold air came from all directions.

Rong Zhao could feel an obvious burning sensation in his lungs and throat, and the cold air was attacking his body.His muscles began to tremble violently, and his sensory and sensory systems were being paralyzed.

He finally couldn't support the weight of his own body, and fell onto Zhou Ye, being firmly caught by a big embrace.

Zhou Ye hugged the trembling Rong Zhao tightly, and rubbed him into his arms, his voice was low and soft: "Did you hear the sound, they are breaking the door, we will be out soon."

"Wait out, I'll take you to my grandma's house and let her bake you the best and hottest roast chicken in the world." Zhou Ye kept talking to Rong Zhao, "Didn't you say you want to bask in the sun? Well, the sun hasn't set yet at this time, I'll go out later and let you get enough sun."

"By the way, why is your skin so white? Don't you know how to get tanned? You must have used sunscreen behind my back. Don't think I don't know."

Rong Zhao slowly raised his eyes, his voice was so low that he could barely hear: "I'm hot." After speaking, he was about to undress himself.

Zhou Ye grabbed Rong Zhao's hand and hugged him tightly.He knew that there was an abnormality in Rong Zhao's sensory organs, which was why many people who were frozen to death would take off their clothes before dying.

Rong Zhao no longer felt cold, and there was no ice house, cold, corpses and murderers in front of him, he seemed to have stepped into a spring garden.

A boy in a white T-shirt climbed up a big pagoda tree. The smile on his face was brighter than the spring scenery all over the mountain. He stood on the top of the tree and grabbed a large handful of snow-white pagoda trees.

Standing under the tree was a girl who was as beautiful as a teenager. She raised her head and said, "Pick more and throw it down." The wind blew the red skirt on her body, like a blooming rose.

The young man stuffed his mouth full of Sophora japonica: "I don't want to give it to you, why do you always like to sue me in front of your parents, huh, sue me."

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man came over with a bamboo ruler, pointed his head up at the little boy on the tree: "Little bastard, come down for me, you broke the vase in the study, I count it!" To three, come down and get beaten!"

"Three, two, two point nine, two point eight..."

Behind him was a gentle and elegant woman, looking at her husband and a pair of children with a smile on her face.

"Ah, my button fell off, where did it go?" The woman winked at her naughty son while asking her husband to help find the button.

The young man took the opportunity to slip down from the tree, and ran to the kitchen with a bag of pagoda flowers in his arms. He took a breath and said, "Aunt Liu, make pagoda flower cakes tonight. My sister loves them."

Soon, footsteps came from behind, and the man chased after him with a ruler in his hand: "I'll see where you go!"

The young man hid behind the dining chair, and begged for mercy with his hands crossed: "Forgive me, father, I will never dare again!"

The boy was chased and beaten for a long time, hiding behind his mother for a while, hiding behind his sister for a while, and the whole house was filled with laughter.

"Rong Zhao, wake up." Zhou Ye rubbed his forehead against Rong Zhao's, trying to warm him up.

If the ice room was not dark, Zhou Ye could see the smile on Rong Zhao's lips, just like the smile on the face of the little match girl who was frozen to death in the storybook.

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao tightly, helped him stop the trembling muscles, lowered his head, opened his mouth and gave him a hard yao on his shoulder, put his lips close to his ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wake up, Rong Zhao!"

The pain made Rong Zhao open his eyes, and he gasped: "You bit me?"

Zhou Ye nodded his head, put his chin on Rong Zhao's shoulder, and hugged him tightly: "Yes, you can bite back when you go out if you have the ability."