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Chapter 11 The edge of the dust is as thin as paper (2)
His fingers dipped from the back of his neck into the roots of his hair.
Gently brushing her hair with the pulp of her fingers, Zhaozhao suddenly felt a tingling rush down, hitting her coccyx. She struggled.
Sure enough, every time washed her hair and rubbed the roots of her hair with her fingers, she felt uncomfortable and had to rub her feet lightly on the floor a few times. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was just too comfortable.
His fingers caressed the roots of her hair, Zhaozhao blood gradually poured onto her face, like a koi fish that he had fished out of a pond, and fell to the floor, and it could slide all the way out with a swipe. She also seemed to have water under her, sliding down.
Shen Ce picked her up, who had slipped to the ground, and the two of them were inseparable from sitting to lying.
Meaningless scramble, repeating over and over again, just wanting it.
She seemed to be pushed into the sofa by him, sinking in with him, like lying on the soft red cloth, with his legs pressed by him, and his body entangled with him.
The footsteps came suddenly.
She heard a tingling in her scalp and stopped breathing. The man on his lips did not leave or move.
"Little uncle" is Shen Yan, "They said you didn't have dinner, do you want someone to prepare a late-night snack and bring it over."
"No," he replied without any emotion.
Across a screen, stood a big living man, his nephew.
Her eyebrows twitched, as if there was a needle hanging in front of her, and it didn't fall.
As the footsteps went away, she felt the heat all over her body and pushed him hastily.
Shen Ce seemed to still want to kiss her, but after thinking about it, she still let her go.
The cup of tea just poured for her, but she picked it up and drank it in one gulp.
From lying down to sitting, she stared at his profile, thinking about what the two of them were doing. Looking at him from this angle, her eyes were deep and gloomy, and her lips were still slightly pursed. It is fortitude, but not rough, with the purest man's edges and corners.
"Brother." She called him softly.
He looks at her.
"What university do you major in"
"Anthropology. What to do"
"Nothing," Zhaozhao said with a warm face, "I don't even know your major, and I don't know if you graduated or not."
"Graduated, last year."
"Then you study very early," she laughed, "are you in a hurry to come back and help Dad?"
Shen Ce suddenly smiled.
laugh what. Zhao Zhao is strange.
That night she was drunk in Hong Kong, she asked all these questions. Of course he won't expose it. Zhaozhao's temper is the same as in the past. The atmosphere is right now, and he doesn't want to break it.
She watched him drink water and watched his Adam's apple slide up and down a few times.
Never seriously paid attention to this sexual characteristic of a man, looked at it, looked at it again.
Shen Ce also guessed what she was looking at.
That night in Hong Kong, she touched his Adam's apple and kissed here.
"Do you like that incense?" he asked suddenly, his voice low, like the wind passing through the bamboo forest, rustling.
"Um."
I like it, but like it, but it's good, how to say it is fragrant.
"Send it to your room tomorrow."
Shen Ce put down the cup and came to hug her again. Shen Ce's hug was different from other people's, and also different from other brothers. As long as she was in his arms, her heart would sink and her heart would become soft.
The lips and tongues moistened with tea became smoother. Zhao Zhao thought.
This time, she was not as comfortable as before. When she thought that Shen Yan had just been here, maybe someone would invite his uncle and uncle to have a late-night snack next time. She felt that he was pushed down from the shore and onto the water, but there was only a thin layer of ice on the water. She didn't dare to use force, and she would be crushed and sunk at any time.
Zhaozhao finally couldn't stand the oppression of the sense of danger, shook his head, and escaped from his lips.
"I'm going up," she explained softly to him like a thief. "Run out after ten o'clock, and my sister will find me."
He left in less than a quarter of an hour, like a heartless person who left people behind after the tryst was over.
Zhaozhao looked at him and sank into the thick darkness. She whispered, "See you early tomorrow," so that there is a lot of time to spend together, "We can also go out."
"What are you doing out?" he asked with a low chuckle.
You can't speak out, find a place where no one knows to make out.
How Shen Ce let him go later, Zhaozhao was stunned and didn't remember much.
When I got to the room, I found that my sister and my mother went out again. As I should have guessed, my sister has not seen her mother all the year round, so every time she meets her during the holidays, her mother will accompany her around as much as possible. There is already a gold-selling cave in Macau, day and night. Although my sister is not old enough to enter the public arena, there are always other places to go.
Zhao Zhao was lying on the bed, regretting coming back early.
The phone is by the pillow, don't know how to call his room, the mobile phone is there, but there is no his number.
I thought that there must be a phone call after dawn.
But the white phone on the bedside table remained silent, and Zhaozhao guessed, maybe, he was thinking of meeting directly today, so there was no need to call him again, but there was no him at the breakfast table.
After the meal, Shen Yan entertained everyone with a sentence, "My uncle is not feeling well today, so please forgive me."
While saying this, everyone was bowling on the top floor. On the two tracks, balls kept rolling out, knocking several bottles away with a bang. Usually Zhaozhao likes to listen to the sound of billiards, but today he feels troubled. Shen Jiaheng could see that she was not in the mood, and asked her with a smile if she was too bored in Macau to be free at home, "Shen Ce didn't take you around"
"Let's go," my sister said, "but obviously I don't go out as much."
"You new brother," Shen Jiaheng said, "the city is deep, and you have the means."
"Didn't my cousin say that when he is young, he can't see the bottom?" My sister also remembered, "That's what I said, anyway, I think he's very." My sister couldn't think of the right word, and smiled, making Shen Jiaheng more Say something.
Among the Shen family's children, Shen Ce is the most favored, and a large part of the reason is that he has suffered too many crimes since childhood.
Shen Jiaheng had also heard about things before the age of three, and there was no peace after the age of three. He was kidnapped when he was six years old. The Shen family prepared cash and paid hundreds of millions to redeem him, but he also suffered a lot of crimes and almost died. Then, at the age of eight, it turned out that the group of people had tasted the sweetness and tried to vote again, but they were unsuccessful, but they caused Shen Ce's driver at the time to die on the spot.
A group of people caused a murder and fled to Thailand, and there was no news.
This happened before the return.
Later, the Shen family sent him to study in the UK early, and as the years passed, no one mentioned it again, but he just took it as a warning. Until Shen Ce was abroad last year, he suddenly dug up the original people one by one, who deserved to pay for his life, and the rest of the evidence was collected and sent to where he should be sent. Of course, those who abused him when he was young must pay him back first.
This is not something that can be planned overnight. No one knows how long he has memorized and arranged it. And never fake it, no matter how many people you entrust in the middle, you must come forward in person in the end.
The six-year-old old case ended at the age of twenty and waited for fourteen years. Everything will come to an end, whether it is ten years, twenty years, or thirty years.
He is not afraid to wait, take your time, the account will be settled sooner or later.
Who dares to offend such a person.
The elder sister was terrified, ran to pick up a ball, and threw it out.
Zhaozhao was thinking about Shen Ce in the boxing ring. No wonder he practiced boxing for years and months. She could probably imagine how he wanted someone back.
Shen Yan said that he should appear after dinner because there are important guests coming.
still none.
Zhaozhao couldn't wait any longer, and asked about Shen Ce's room.
When they were outside the door, Uncle Shen and his mother happened to be leaving the room. At the other end of the corridor, her mother also saw her and asked, "Come and see my brother."
"Ah, yes," Zhaozhao said, "I heard that he is ill."
Mom smiled and said to Uncle Shen, it seems that the two have a good relationship.
The door in front of him opened very suddenly, and Zhaozhao's hand was still on it. In the room with no lights on, his figure is behind the door, looking at her from the dark, but it's strange, it's not like seeing her
"Let's go down first and accompany my brother well." Mom said from a distance.
Zhaozhao agreed.
Although no flaw was seen, he remained silent. When there was no one in the corridor, he asked softly, "No lights turned on."
Shen Ce lowered his head and smiled as she looked at her "what are you doing with the lights on?"
"If you don't turn on the light, I'll think you're doing something bad." Zhaozhao teased him with a smile.
He laughed.
"Is there someone hiding?" Zhaozhao pretended to look inside, "Don't let me in."
But no one. The curtains were tightly attached to the corner of the wall, covering the entire wall, and no light was allowed to penetrate.
Shen Ce stepped aside and let her into the room. He seemed to be hesitating, hesitating where to turn on the light, and finally turned the lamp on the desk to the weakest light.
Zhaozhao wanted to borrow the light to see him, but Shen Ce didn't give him a chance, but picked a book at random on the shelf and flipped through it.
"You can call me earlier and I'll see you." Zhaozhao looked at his back and always felt that he was avoiding him on purpose.
He doesn't answer.
Zhaozhao came behind him, put his face on his arm, and asked amusingly, "Why are you ignoring me?"
With a slight trembling of his arm, he raised it quietly, went to the top row to get the book, and avoided her.
Zhao Zhao was stunned.
"I can't stay with you tonight," he said with a smile. "There's a call to wait."
Zhaozhao tried hard to calm his heart, and he could see that his face was pale, and he was really uncomfortable. "Is it so important to wait for a phone call when I'm sick?"
He didn't speak again.
Zhaozhao originally wanted to take advantage of him to be sick, stay here longer, and accompany him to take care of him. But Shen Ce didn't seem to appreciate it, she knew she wanted to stay for a long time, but she used an appointment, a phone call, and a book to push her away.
"Then after you finish the call, I'll come again." Forget it, don't care about the patient.
Shen Ce never looked at her, "I really don't have time." There was exhaustion in her words, and there was resistance that she didn't want to say more, but she kept her voice steady, "I'll find you another day."
"Another day" she stopped smiling, "isn't it tomorrow?"
Shen Ce smiled, "I want to see me so much"
When she didn't come, he didn't even turn on the lights, so he was in a good mood and kept flipping through the books. Zhao Zhao was upset by his indifference, leaned against the bookshelf and looked at him, wanting to see how much he loved this book.
Shen Ce inserted the book back, and switched to the third and fourth books, waiting for her to leave.
Zhao Zhao's face changed a little bit, he lowered his head and wanted to say something, but he still saved face for himself in the end, raised his head and smiled and said, "Look slowly."
Shen Ce's last willpower disappeared after Zhaozhao closed the door.
He couldn't insert the book anymore, couldn't hold the bookshelf, and crashed to the floor, overwhelmed by the endless pain.
In the thick smoke, the horse under him ran wildly towards the firelight. He was blinded by the smoke, only the shadows of the firelight swept past, weightless, and fell to the ground, with all the bleeding wounds all over his body in an instant. split open, like a hundred thorns lashing the flesh. Someone lifted it, someone shouted, and someone called for a military doctor. Only the pain is the most real in the dark. It tore the human will and the leg bone for a moment.
The military doctor around him is shaking tiger bones, defeated turtles, weeds, and it's too soon.
Someone yelled, is the striker still alive?
He can't see the military doctor, he grabs the black shadow in front of him, his teeth are bloody, and he threatens me with a little sister with red eyes. He can't die, you know