The lights of the night scene outside the window flicker like a river of stars. Jiang Yue waited for a long while and Yan Jifeng did not respond. When he wanted to do something more, Yan Jifeng suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him hard, and he was thrown against the French window.

Yan Jifeng pressed him against the glass, pinched his chin with one hand and forced him to look up, he suddenly met Yan Jifeng's eyes, reflecting the light coming in from outside, like a beast staring at its prey .

Yan Jifeng asked without a tone: "Do you miss me that much?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yue raised the corners of his lips, hooked Yan Jifeng's ankle with one foot, pulled off Yan Jifeng's tight tie with his fingers, moved his chin closer and said, "I want you to fuck me."

Yan Jifeng took a light breath, grabbed Jiang Yue's hand and pressed it on the top of his head, then pressed it close to Jiang Yue's face, breathing all the heat into Jiang Yue's face, and jokingly said, "Jiang Yue, why are you so shameless."

"Because you like it."

Jiang Yue's voice was crisp and soft, his eyes were full of Yan Jifeng, and they shone like seeing stars, completely different from his usual unfocused eyes, affectionate and touching, especially those with faint watery light The tail is like the first ray of spring breeze blowing into the severe cold.

Yan Jifeng couldn't help pinching Jiang Yue's left ear. There was an eye-catching red mole on the earlobe, which always became redder when he looked at him.

He rolled his Adam's apple lightly, and said in a calm voice, "Don't make a fuss."

"Brother Yan."

Jiang Yue looked into Yan Jifeng's eyes, Yan Jifeng seemed to see the light in his eyes again, affectionate and bewitching.

Yan Jifeng was only less than a year older than Jiang Yue. Jiang Yue didn't usually call him brother, but he always called out like this for no reason. Every time he was drugged by Jiang Yue.

He tore off his tie, tied it tightly over Jiang Yue's eyes, and ordered in a hoarse voice.

"Call again."

Jiang Yue couldn't see, but still raised his head in Yan Jifeng's direction, screaming with a trembling voice.

"Brother Yan, I miss you so much—"

Yan Jifeng suddenly threw Jiang Yue onto the big bed behind him, put his hands on the side of Jiang Yue's neck, lowered his head and bit the wound on Jiang Yue's neck.

Jiang Yue let out a soft cry from the pain, Yan Jifeng let go of him, and whispered in his ear: "Then behave better, don't make me tired."

In the early morning, the neat and tidy rooms of the five-star hotel were in a mess, and the big bed was covered with traces. Jiang Yue proved to Yan Jifeng how much he thought about it for more than 3 hours. At this time, he was wrapped in a quilt with a strong smell Li slowly opened his eyes, and his whole body ached when he moved slightly.

Yan Jifeng had already left, Yan Jifeng and him had always been doing business in the same bed, not going to sleep. Yan Jifeng was like a beast, every time he seemed to be rubbed all over his bones, he slowed down for half an hour, and it was already 2 o'clock when he took the watch.

He turned over and sat up, covered his face with his hands and took a sharp breath of cold air, then put on the hotel bathrobe and got out of bed, looking for cigarettes in the messy pile of clothes on the ground.

Finally, he found a cigarette case at the foot of the bed, but even the cigarettes in the case had been trampled. After several years of criminal investigation, he could tell at a glance that it was trampled on purpose, and he probably kicked it before he left the bed. underfoot.

The only person who would do this was Yan Jifeng. He didn't know why Yan Jifeng hated the smell of cigarettes, especially the brand he was carrying. He doesn't actually smoke, but he just likes the smell of this brand of cigarettes, and occasionally lights one up to smell it.

But the cigarette was stepped on like this and it was impossible to light it. He picked it up and threw it into the trash can, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Jiang Yue didn't feel the pain in his neck until the hot water washed down under the shower. He reached out to touch it and found that the wound on his neck was bleeding again.

Yan Jifeng is indeed a dog.

He endured the pain and took a shower, stopped the blood from the wound with paper, then changed back into his clothes and left the hotel. He had to rush back to be on duty.

It was cold outside in the middle of the winter, Jiang Yue tightened his coat and ran to the side of the road. There was a taxi parked in front of the hotel. He opened the door and got in, and returned to the bureau.

They have to be on duty until 8:00 in the morning. There is a dormitory in the building, and they take turns to sleep when they are on standby.

When Jiang Yue went upstairs, someone was chatting in the smoking area. He was not interested in listening to gossip, but he accidentally heard his name.

"Jiang Yue is neither in the office nor in the dormitory. It's not once or twice. He is definitely not as noble as he looks. I have seen the hickey on his neck more than once."

"Don't talk about it, what if someone has something to do? Who chooses a date in the middle of the night."

"Then it's not a date, it's a private meeting. Who knows who the other party is. I have seen him go out and come back several times with hickey marks on his neck."

"You observe very carefully, don't you be interested in people?"

"Go away, who is interested in him-"

Jiang Yue went up, and the people inside saw him, and suddenly stopped talking. He pretended he didn't hear anything and walked straight over.

"Let me just say, I can't imagine what kind of person would make Jiang Yue go out to a private meeting in the middle of the night. Such a person simply cannot exist!"

Jiang Yue walked over and heard the words behind him, he laughed at himself, and went back to the office to let Xing Chen go to sleep.

Xing Chen's seat was behind him, and when he turned the chair, he suddenly stared at his neck again, and he raised his hand to touch it, and the wound was exposed again.

Seeing the obvious and serious injury, Xing Chen frowned, staring at Jiang Yue with complete incomprehension and not knowing what to say. In the end, he gave up reasoning with Jiang Yue, went out for a walk and came back, and put a bottle of purple syrup and gauze in front of Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue stared blankly at the potion on the table, "This injury is not that serious."

"It's a serious infection."

Xing Chen left him this sentence and left. Jiang Yue picked up the potion and rubbed it on his neck against the black screen monitor.

He is not a sociable person, and Xing Chen is the only one who insists on being by his side and caring about him no matter what his attitude is. If Xing Chen hadn't had a girlfriend who was about to get married, he would have thought that Xing Chen had a crush on him.

Finally in the morning, colleagues from the morning shift came in one after another. Jiang Yue finished writing the duty report and was ready to leave work.

"I send you."

When he left the office, he saw Xing Chen waiting for him. He didn't refuse, went out with Xing Chen, and got into Xing Chen's car.

Jiang Yue lives in the city center of Huocheng, where every inch of land is expensive, and the cheapest houses around him cost tens of millions.

Xing Chen always thought that the house Jiang Yue lived in was given to him by Yan Jifeng, and he could not comment on other people's private affairs, but later Jiang Yue accidentally revealed it, and he knew that the house was bought by Jiang Yue's family.

It has been 6 years since he met Jiang Yue at school, and he has never met Jiang Yue's family, nor did Jiang Yue mention it. Those who can afford tens of millions of houses should also be rich, but Jiang Yue has no home except the house he lives in, and he is a rich second generation with money in his family.

The car parked downstairs where Jiang Yue lived. When Jiang Yue got out of the car, he asked, "Senior Brother Xing, do you want to sit upstairs?"

"Forget it, where do you want me to sit?" Xing Chen refused, he cast a shadow on Jiang Yue's house, he had never seen anyone make his house like that.

"Then, goodbye."

Jiang Yue was not polite to Xing Chen either. He got off the car and went upstairs. The elevator entered the house. As soon as the door opened, there was the entrance hall. It was pure white at first glance, without a single speck.

Jiang Yue walked in without squinting, the inside of the gate was still pure white, the ceiling was white, the floor was white, even the curtains were pure white, drawn tightly, without a single piece of furniture, the whole house was like a pure white box .

Xing Chen came once and never came again, saying that he was like a mentally ill room, but he didn't refute.

He didn't really like it either, it was just that it gave him at least one place where he didn't have to remember as much information.

He took off his shoes at the door and walked in barefoot. Of the four rooms in the house, he only used one bedroom, which was better than the living room. Although it was still all white, there was at least a mattress to sleep on, and a neat stack of piles in the corner. The pure white plastic box is his wardrobe.

Jiang Yue took off his clothes, folded them and put them in an empty box, put on his pajamas and went straight to bed, leaned against the head of the bed in a daze for a moment, then leaned over to pick up a medicine bottle on the corner of the bed, poured out two, and suddenly After two seconds, he poured another one, swallowed it dryly, and then lay down under the quilt.

He has a sleep disorder, and the irregular working hours have become more and more serious recently. Even after taking medicine, he often sleeps restlessly.

The medicine took effect, and Jiang Yue quickly fell asleep, but soon he had a dream again.

In other words, it wasn't a dream, but the memories played back like a movie in his dream.

His mother died of illness not long after he was born, and his father took him to grow up abroad. In his dream, he returned to the house where he and his father depended on each other for life. It has been more than ten years, and he still lives in it like yesterday. Inside, everything is crystal clear.

The knock marks on the door, the juice stained on the sofa, the missing corner of the stairs.

Suddenly, a big fire ignited, engulfing his familiar traces little by little. His father waved to him in the fire and shouted hoarsely.

"Xiao Yue, forget about today! Run, run! Get out of here!"

dad!

Jiang Yue wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, wanted to save his father, but he couldn't move his feet, cold sweat kept pouring out of his forehead, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The pure white ceiling appeared first in sight, Jiang Yue heaved a sigh of relief, took the watch to check the time.

Only slept for over an hour.

Jiang Yue rubbed his face with his hands and took a deep breath, put down his hands and looked at the wall facing the mattress, lifted the quilt and jumped in front of the wall, suddenly froze like a robot with no energy, his eyes were straight Staring at the pure white wall.

Suddenly, he put his hand on the wall and pushed hard, and the white wall slid open like a sliding door, revealing the photos on the entire wall.

Every edge and corner of these photos is clear to Jiang Yue. In the photos, he has collected clues over the years. The fire that burned down his house was set by his father, but his father could not have committed suicide.

After searching for so many years, he still couldn't find the real reason.

Jiang Yue stood in front of the photo wall, recalling it over and over again in his mind, and suddenly the fire jumped out of his memory, and his father waved his hands in the fire and shouted at him.

"Xiao Yue, forget about today! Run, run! Get out of here!"

Jiang Yue suddenly rushed over and tore off all the photos on the wall, scattered them all over the floor, and then stood motionless among the messy photos.

He whispered, "Dad, how can I forget?"

No one could answer. Jiang Yue stood still for a long time like a robot without energy, and finally moved. He picked up the photos he had just torn off one by one, pasted them back on the wall in their original positions, and then closed the sliding wall. Go back, as if nothing happened just now.

Although there is no furniture in the house, it is still fully functional. He first went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, looked at himself in the glasses, turned away immediately, and hurriedly dried himself out.

He went to the kitchen again. There was a whole set of kitchen utensils in it, but he never used them. The only thing he would open was the refrigerator.

Apart from mineral water, there was only wine in the refrigerator. He hesitated, took a bottle of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

Although it was in a small bottle, the cold high-grade liquor still made him shiver in the cold winter.

He put down the wine bottle, walked to the window of the living room and opened the curtains. It was already bright outside, but it was raining, and the sky was gray.

"Xiao Yue, if you live, you will definitely meet someone who can accompany you to your old age in the future. You will not be alone all your life."

The voice in his memory suddenly jumped out of Jiang Yue's mind again, he went to pick up his cell phone and dialed Yan Jifeng's number.

Yan Jifeng answered, but there was no sound from the other end after the connection. He was silent for a while, and finally spoke.

"Brother Yan, I miss you so much."