Chapter 42

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date="2020-11-22"

title="Chapter 42"

weight="106375"

series = ["Hypocritical Adonis"]

mode = "manual"

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"Why is it raining so suddenly," several people looked outside, "I can't go back now."

The heavy rain fell heavily to the ground, and it would hurt people even if it rushed out.

The front of the warehouse was flat ground, and shallow water quickly accumulated on the ground and began to slowly seep into the warehouse.

There were only four or five boys who came here to move and clean. Several people closed the door of the warehouse, and the wind and rain finally blocked the door.

But suddenly there was a loud crackling outside the warehouse, the lights in the warehouse suddenly went out, and everyone fell into the darkness where they could not see their fingers.

Everyone: "..."

This thunder is awesome.

Good fucking miserable.

The warehouse is the size of two classrooms, but there is only a small ventilation window. The window is extremely high, and on the top, there is nothing but the occasional bright flash outside.

The roar of lightning, and the passing light, made Qi Cheng see Qi Zhong's instant stiff expression.

Just for a short while, in order to be afraid of misunderstanding, Qi Cheng reached out and grabbed Qi Zhong's hand hanging by his side. The hands have lost their usual temperature, they have become stiff and cold, and their tail fingers even tremble slightly.

Qi Cheng held him and raised his voice to several other people, "Who brought the phone?"

"I do not."

"Leave the classroom."

"I am also in the classroom."

After answering one by one, they learned that none of them had their mobile phones.

Qi Zhong moved his hand manually, and his voice came from the darkness, forced to calm down, "It's okay, just wait, it will stop after such a heavy rain."

Qi Cheng frowned, not letting him take out his hand, lowered his voice, "Qi Zhong, are you afraid?"

"Sun," Qi Zhong, "How could I be afraid of thunder when I was ten years old?"

Directly here without silver three hundred taels exposed himself.

"Your hand..." Qi Cheng hadn't finished his sentence, when thunder sounded outside the window, Qi Zhong's hand shook obviously in his hand.

Sure enough, Qi Cheng sighed and dragged him slowly inside, away from the small window of the warehouse.

The other people dared not move in the dark, only heard the voices of the two of them, and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing."

"Find a stool and sit down first," Qi Cheng, "you guys come over, we talk around and talk. Don't be afraid, so many people are here, so I don't have to go back to do homework."

He said this last sentence to comfort, the other boys thought it was for them, and immediately laughed when they heard the words, "What is there to be afraid of, but Qi Cheng is right. Come, come, such a good atmosphere is really It’s so suitable for talking around."

They fumbled over, and the laughter covered the thunder outside. The cold sweat on Qi Zhong's head slowly receded, and he moved manually, uncomfortably trying to remove it from Qi Cheng's hand.

No one ever thought that Qi Zhong would be afraid of thunder, and Qi Zhong himself felt particularly ashamed.

His grandmother died in a thunderstorm night, and the kind old man took his hand at the end, thunder and lightning flashed across, pale and muddy eyes, that scene was simply the source of Qi Zhong's nightmare.

Since childhood, the most feared thing is thunder.

A bright and crowded environment is fine, but such a closed dark environment will evoke terrifying thoughts in the hearts of the people, thunder and lightning, Qi Zhong can't control his fear.

But Qi Cheng didn't let go of him. Instead of letting him go, he was dissatisfied with his idea of ​​taking his hand away, and gently pressed the back of his hand.

This time it was crisp in Qi Zhong's bones, his mind was blank, afraid of going away with the thunder, only to hear the sound of other people approaching.

Like people and still have this or this effect?

"Where are you?"

Qi Cheng shook his chair. "Here."

The boys in Class 3 were getting closer, and from the sound of their voices, they were already less than two meters away from Qi Cheng and the two of them.

In the darkness, their hands were still tightly clasped.

Qi Zhong's face flushed, and he whispered, "Qi Cheng."

Are you afraid of being seen?

There was lightning at this time, and all the fucking saw the hands they both held.

But if... separate...

Qi Zhong was unwilling.

"What do you call Qi Cheng," Xia Li approached with a grin, "I can only see that there are two dark shadows here. I can't tell who is who. I guess I can adapt to the darkness later."

Qi Cheng said, pulling Qi Zhong and sitting inside.

The two of them just sat down when there was another loud noise outside the warehouse.

"Fuck!"

This sudden drop also shocked others.

The tables and chairs were pinging and banging. Qi Cheng didn't hear Qi Zhong's voice from these sounds.

He raised his other hand and tentatively stretched it towards Qi Zhong.

Met Qi Zhong's face.

This time-charged hand leaned forward very gently this time, touched Qi Zhong's cheek, and reached his lips.

Qi Zhong bit his lip, unwilling to leak the slightest bit of surrender, but he didn't expect Qi Cheng to get started. When Qi Cheng's hand touched his face, Qi Zhong completely froze in place.

Qi Cheng rescued the torn lips, but when he wanted to withdraw his hand, Qi Zhong looked like Gu, sticking out his tongue and licking his fingertips.

"What's going on these days, it rains twice in three days."

"Autumn," the other person replied, "Damn, that sound almost scared me to pee. I don't know if the warehouse is out of space. I think there is an echo effect here."

"I think this atmosphere and location are quite suitable for ghost stories. Do you want to play or not?"

"Play with your sister! There is no girl here. You have a fart for telling ghost stories."

"Last time I ran a circle and saw the science class, the boys in their class were really happy. Less than a quarter of them were full of pretty girls."

"There are 4 classes next door..."

In the corner, the table and chairs are the innermost.

Qi Cheng's fingers were still at the position just now, and the warm touch of the fingertips just touched it, and it was easy to think of something.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Qi Zhong blushed and replied roughly, "What did I just do?"

Qi Cheng said directly, "You lick me."

"Do you have evidence?" Qi Zhong, "you slander me."

Qi Cheng stopped talking.

Qi Zhong was a little nervous now, and he said again, "Why don't you speak anymore?"

The conversation between the two of them was very light, mixed between the conversations of the group of people, and only each other could hear.

"My fingers are still wet," Qi Cheng, "you didn't lick it, it was a ghost?"

Qi Zhong found a point where he could take advantage of the loopholes, "Do you have evidence? Bring evidence!"

Obviously it was something he knew well, so he had to play a rogue.

The touch of the fingers still remains on the fingertips, the feeling of warm to hot, numb, like an electric shock.

Qi Zhong licked his mouth, feeling just like taking a mouthful of ice cream.

Qi Cheng suddenly moved, and his fingers moved forward and then touched Qi Zhong's lips.

Qi Zhong was stiff, not knowing what he was going to do.

Qi Cheng leaned into his lips and stayed outside, politely not crossing the line. The warm, piping feeling came again, not different from the feeling just now.

"It's you, Qi Zhong." Qi Chengfu said "Look, I said it".

Apart from his voice, Qi Zhong could no longer hear the sound of wind and rain outside the warehouse. He was still wondering whether to speak, but found that he could no longer control his body.

He wants to turn to the beginning, wants to cheekily say that this is not evidence.

The reality is that he can't say anything about his guilty conscience.

Sentimental and something that stimulates the upper brain resist each other, making reason less and less. don’t know who kicked the corner of the table. The loud noise made Qi Zhong stand up so fiercely, and he took it back because of his movements. fall.

It was dark everywhere, and there were hard objects such as benches, tables and chairs. Qi Cheng was shocked and pulled him towards him.

Qi Zhong hit his arms heavily, tears came out of his eyes, "Fuck..."

The nose hit Qi Cheng's chest, this guy is so strong.

The most irritating lacrimal gland is the nose. His swearing brought a nasal sound, Qi Chengxin said, Qi Zhong won't cry anymore, he hesitated for a moment, pulled down the opponent's hand, held Qi Zhong's face from his arms, and pulled closer In front of my own eyes.

The thumb tentatively touched the corner of his eye and felt the mark of the wet circle.

I really cried.

Such a big man, such a grown-up master, really shed tears.

"..." Qi Cheng, "you cried."

His tone made Qi Zhong feel ashamed.

Qi Zhong clutched his nose, his tone was almost inflicted by him. Qi Cheng usually looks like a high EQ. Why did he fall to the other extreme at this time, he muffled and refused to admit it, "I didn't cry."

Qi Cheng, "Qi Zhong, I found that you are really a liar."

His voice was lingering like willow branches in the heavy rain, and the liar was pronounced by him, as if it was coated with golden light, and the derogatory term became commendatory, and everyone loved it.

The classmate who just accidentally kicked the foot of the table wailed, "It hurts me!"

If there will be thunder and lightning, even for a short while, others will find out how strange their posture is.

Qi Cheng also held Qi Zhong's face. His slender fingers moved from Qi Zhong's chin to the bridge of his nose, "Hit his nose?"

Qi Zhong muffled, "Yes."

"It hurts," Qi Zhong said, "Qi Cheng, your fucking chest is really hard."

"How can you be a man without being hard?"

Qi Zhong hissed with pain, "It hurts—what are you doing?"

Qi Cheng put down his hand holding the bridge of his nose and said slowly: "Look if your nose is hurt."

"Oh," he stopped touching his face, and Qi Zhong felt wrong again, "Fuck, you were driving just now?"

Qi Cheng just said he was tough? !

This is to imply something!

"What car did you drive?" Qi Cheng replied with his words, "Do you have evidence?"

Qi Zhong almost let his tears go back.

The temperature in the warehouse is very low, and it gets colder and colder with the weather outside. It is not like a classroom here. Even if there are four or five people, there is no heat at all. The voices of a few people chatting are getting lower and lower, and they start to look at the door, and worry arose.

It stands to reason that such a heavy rain will weaken after a while, but now it has been almost 20 minutes. Not to mention the rain has weakened, they feel that the wind has become stronger.

Blowing past the window, leaving a whistling empty sound.

"What to do?" Xia Li showed a sad face, subconsciously looking in Qi Cheng's direction, vaguely unable to see clearly, "Qi Cheng, is there a way?"

"Ms. Yang knows we are here," Qi Cheng said, "wait for him to come."

"The teacher doesn't have an umbrella either."

Someone pointed to the door and exclaimed, "Gosh, the warehouse is overflowing!"

After his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, there was indeed a ground near the door that looked darker than other grounds. Qi Cheng raised his wrist and stared at the watch, trying to see the time on it.

"It's almost twenty," he said for a long time, "get out of class is about to end."

Qi Cheng thought about it, and then decided, "get out of class will be over, students will pass by here, let’s run out in the rain, and rub the umbrella when we see anyone holding an umbrella. With this kind of rain, we’ll get drenched after running for a few seconds. Everyone, hurry up."

"That's all," the classmate said, "I hope you don't catch a cold."

Teacher Yang did not come after the bell rang after class. They opened the door of the warehouse, and the rain from outside suddenly poured into the warehouse.

The cold wind was wrapped in rain, and several people stood a little farther away. Qi Cheng suddenly remembered something, he turned his head and looked in Qi Zhong's direction.

The light outside can at least see the human expression, and Qi Cheng suddenly turned his head to meet Qi Zhong's eyes.

The young man's brows were arrogant, his hair was so stiff that he ran upwards, his face was handsome, and his cold sweat was gone.

His eyes were reddish, and the look in his eyes in the storm was more vibrant than a flower in full bloom.