narrow red

Kuang Zheng carried Shi Kuo Ting back to the hotel, Chen Rouen went to the toilet and still hadn't come back, Sa Shuang wanted to stay and wait, Ying Xiaonong was afraid that they would be one or the other, let Sa Shuang go and stay by himself.

After sending Shi Kuo Ting back to the room and settled down, Bao Chan and the others and Sa Shuang went back to their rooms, took out the room card to open the door, and Kuang Zheng grabbed his hand.

"Brother?" Baochan was almost sober from the wine, his face was still red.

"Hush—" Kuang Zheng glanced at Sa Shuang's door, and led him downstairs.

Coming out from the scrolling screen of "520 for one night in a big bed room", when I looked up, the moon and stars were sparse, there were still some pedestrians on the road, and the barbecue street was still brightly lit.

"What are you going to do?" Bao Chan was inexplicably excited when the two ran away from the group.

"Walk with me," Kuang Zheng raised his head against the wind, "We've been together for the past two days, and we haven't been out alone yet."

"Just take a stroll," Baozhan was a little disappointed, "I thought there was some surprise."

Kuangzheng put his arm around his shoulder, and hugged him like a girl, Baochan didn't think much, put his arm around his back, and the two walked towards the beach like buddies.

Someone was singing in the distance, with a gong voice, singing "Cinderella". It seemed that the people who came to this beach were people with age and stories. Baochan suddenly asked: "Brother, you said that if we don't know each other, What will it be like now?"

"Huh?" Kuang Zheng didn't think about it, and frowned.

"Although you met me in the theater troupe," Baochan hypothesized, "but I didn't move across from your house, and you didn't come to borrow the computer that night. At this moment, you don't know me, and I don't know you."

Kuangzheng's first reaction was panic, panic about life without treasures: "Impossible, we must know each other," he imagined a scene, "For example, when I went to Cuixihua to buy things, I saw a big theater across the street. Look, as soon as we entered the door, we met you coming down the red stairs, and we knew each other."

"Where are you filming TV dramas?"

"It's not like a TV show."

"Nonsense," Baochan chuckled, "You won't come."

"Really?" Kuangzheng did not know, but he did not admit it.

"No," Bao Chan shook his head, feeling very emotional, "It's just a little short, we are strangers."

Kuang Zheng didn't like the word "stranger", and tightened his arms: "Everything is predestined," he said, "If you don't know this way, you will know it that way, and you can't break it apart."

Baochan didn't speak, and there was a deserted black coast in front of him, everything was silent, "That day..." Kuangzheng broke the silence, "I'm drunk..."

Bao Chan stopped and looked at him.

Kuang Zheng hesitated to speak, and dared to say, "I touched your mouth once."

Baochan opened her eyes wide and moved away from him.

"I'm sorry," Kuangzheng apologized solemnly, it was probably Baochan's first time, "I'm really too much."

Bao Chan bowed his head awkwardly, not saying a word.

Kuang Zheng didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was awkward.

"Do you still remember..." Baochan muffled.

Remember, they all remembered, but because of the cunning of adults, they pretended not to remember, and then changed the subject, "You still pinched my thigh," he pretended to complain, "It's been purple for several days, I have been enduring... "

With a bang, Baochan punched him on the chest muscle, Kuangzheng pretended to be injured, like a young man in his 20s, and slowly lay down on the beach, motionless.

Baochan gave him a kick, not heavy, then turned around and walked towards the beach, chasing after him, and put his arms around his arms again: "Brother pinch as you like, pinch whenever you want!"

Baochan ignored him, but smiled with her lips pursed.

They walked towards the waves, black and surging waves, there were only the two of them on the whole beach, and the starlight and moonlight all belonged to them. Kuangzheng was in a good mood, took a few steps in the wind, and took off his swimming trunks and underwear. Putting it off, Guang Liu shouted at Bao Chan: "Take it off, come here!"

Baochan has never seen such an immoral person since he was so old. He quickly turned his head and shouted in panic, "What are you doing! Put on your pants!"

"Nobody!" Kuangzheng hasn't enjoyed midnight skinny swimming for many years, rubbing his muscles and preparing to dive into the sea, "Come on!"

"I'm not going!" Baochan took two steps forward to pick up the pair of swimming trunks, "How can a highly educated person do this! You're not a pervert, you won't come back...I'm leaving!"

"Really not coming?"

"Don't go!"

"Then you wait for me!" As he said, Kuangzheng ran head-on towards the tide, plunged into it, and disappeared. Baozhan was angry, facing the undulating sea, and sat down on the beach.

Without a mobile phone, the passage of time became extremely blurred. It may have been 5 minutes, or it may have passed half an hour. His anger was gradually replaced by worry. He stood up and shouted towards the rolling waves: "Brother!"

Of course there was no response.

He was clutching his swimming trunks, and at this moment, looking at the waves, they seemed to be roaring ferociously, the night wind was cold, and the moonlight was also covered by clouds, "Brother?" He waded into the water and shouted loudly, "Brother—— !"

Such a bright voice seemed to be whimpering in the howling sea breeze.

He ran into the water, his eyes widened, and every hair stood up: "Brother!" He rushed forward recklessly, forgetting that he couldn't swim, "Brother, where are you! Don't scare me!"

The water got deeper and deeper, until it reached his chest and chin, and he didn't stop until a wave hit his head, and he floated up, flopping in the boundless darkness, and shouted with bubbles: "Brother..."

An arm swarmed in despair, and he slammed his head into a familiar embrace, with the sound of a strong heartbeat in his ears, as well as panting in harmony with the waves.

Baochan opened his eyes, the moonlight came out, under the clear light was Kuangzheng's face, with wet hair pulled back, his facial features dripping with water were sharp and angular.Bao Chan didn't have any strength at all, he couldn't lift his hand even if he wanted to punch this guy, and when he got to the waist-deep water, Kuang Zheng put him down, and touched his forehead with his big hand: "Are you all right?"

After a short period of daze, all the fear and grievance came. Baochan was still holding on to Zhengzheng's swimming trunks, and at this moment he threw it to his chest: "You..."

With a bang, the sea surface shook with the earth, followed by a series of bang bang bangs, one after another fireworks exploded in the sky above the head, red and green, flickering all over the sky, illuminating the entire sea surface.

Baochan had never seen such a big firework, it was so close that he could touch it with his hand, the colorful illusory flowers bloomed, bloomed, and fell one by one, in the meteor-like rain of fireworks, he and Kuang Zheng looked at each other.

"Today is the weekend, it should be released by the management office of the scenic spot..." Kuang Zheng didn't know what he was talking about, he looked like an idiot if he spoiled the scenery like this.

"Hmm..." Baochan also foolishly responded.

The sea, fireworks, such a romantic scene should not belong to them, but Kuang Zheng was throbbing, for the person in front of him who rushed into the sea to find him regardless: "Can I hug you?"

The fireworks were too loud, Baochan couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

"I said can I hug you!"

"What did you say!" Baochan leaned towards him.

Kuangzheng let out a sigh of relief and shouted loudly: "I want to hug you!"

But at this moment the world was silent, "I want to hug you", between the golden sky and the blue sea, he felt like a man, slapped the water hard, Baochan suddenly opened his arms to him, smiling With stars in the sky and stars in the water in his eyes, he hugged him on tiptoe.

All the intimacy, tenderness and gratitude, all in one hug.

The fireworks are still rising into the sky, and the rumbling sound is full of ears, like the heartbeat of the sea, making the people in the water tremble. The sky above their heads is like fire, sprinkled with golden debris, embellishing their night.

Back to the hotel, it was already twelve o'clock, they crept upstairs to open the door, slipped into the room to wash and sleep.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, Baochan was awakened by the sound of flushing water, and Kuang was in the bathroom, without thinking much, he turned over and continued to sleep.But not long after, the sound of flushing water sounded again, and the light in the bathroom was on. Baochan glanced at the phone, and it was only three o'clock: "Brother?"

"It's okay..." Kuangzheng said weakly, "You sleep with you."

Bao Chan turned on the bedside lamp, when there was the sound of vomiting from the bathroom, he jumped out of bed and ran over, only to see Kuang Zheng throwing up in the dark while holding the toilet in the small space.

"Brother!" Baochan quickly patted him on the back, "What's wrong with you?"

"Get out," Kuang Zheng pushed him, the smell of digestive juices in the room made him sick, "it will be fine in a while, leave me alone!"

"Did you catch a cold in the sea?" Baochan didn't leave, grabbed the towel and wiped the sweat off his face.

"I'll let you out!" Kuang Zheng was furious, standing up with the hand on the sink, bowing like a stomachache.

"Brother," Baochan knew what was going on, "are you vomiting and diarrhea?"

Kuangzheng is in his late thirties and has never been so embarrassed. "I have a bad stomach," he muttered, "five or six times."

"Did you not eat garlic this evening?" Baochan asked, "Didn't you drink white wine?"

Kuangzheng's stomach began to grow again, he quickly pushed him out, closed the door and sat on the toilet: "I drink beer," he said through the door, "and I don't eat raw garlic."

"It's all my fault," Baozhan regretted not reminding him, "The seafood in the food stall is not fresh, and it is most likely to cause gastroenteritis. You need to eat some garlic white wine to kill the bacteria!"

It's too late to say anything now, the waves, fireworks, and hugs of this night were all buried in a small barbecue, and Kuangzheng curled up on the toilet: "You help me buy some medicine."

"It's not easy to take medicine for this disease. No matter how you eat it, you will spit it out." Bao Chan put on his clothes and took his small wallet, "Go, I will take you to get an injection."

Kuang Zheng, male, 32 years old, executive vice president of Wanrong Bank, president of "Wanrong Zhenhui" private bank, was dragged out of a small hotel in Beidaihe by his godbrother at three o'clock in the morning, and taken to the hospital in a black car.

Sure enough, the diagnosis was acute gastroenteritis. The doctor prescribed three bottles of intravenous drip. When I entered the ward, I saw that the bed was full of people. When asked, it was all caused by eating seafood.It happened that an aunt was discharged from the hospital, and a bed was vacated, and the mattress and quilt had not been changed, so Kuangzheng lay on it directly.

The bed next to him was an old man who looked like he was on a trip, and asked Kuangzheng with a smile, "Young man, how many times have you pulled?"

Kuangzheng turned around and closed his eyes, his stomach ached and his head ached.