"The suspect was holding Officer Wu's ankles with both hands, while Officer Wu pressed both sides of her head and neck on the insides of both knees, and the two of them held on the bridge rails with one hand and hung in the air. The situation was already very urgent when I arrived. Police Officer Wu bears the weight of the two of them. Unless he hangs the suspect and kicks it away before letting go, or risking losing his hand to escape the suspect’s hanging on his ankle, he must take her with him. Climb up. But..."
Bu Chonghua gave a voice, and someone asked behind the long table: "But what?"
There were more than twenty people sitting in the disciplinary interrogation room. However, apart from the ups and downs of breathing, everyone's eyes were focused on the leader of the Bu Detachment sitting in the middle of the huge room opposite the long table.
Bu Chonghua rarely wears a police uniform, ironed light blue shirt, dark blue uniform jacket and trousers lined his shoulders wide and legs, all of his vigorous and strong figure is hidden under the clothes, from the outside, he can only be tall and tall. , Solemn and indifferent.
"But Officer Wu can't hold it anymore." He said, "If you look at Officer Wu's injury appraisal report, you will find that he had broken four ribs at the time, and he was able to hang in the air only with extraordinary willpower. After my on-the-spot assessment of all risks, the only way to ensure the safety of Officer Wu’s life is to exercise the statutory right of death. For this reason, I am willing to accept the consequences of being questioned and sanctioned afterwards.
The leaders at all levels behind the long table whispered for a while, and whispers came in the air. Every ambiguous character sound may indirectly affect the career of the youngest detachment leader in Jinhai City.
But Bu Chonghua sat very upright with no expression.
The chief in the middle of the long table finally raised his head and asked without hesitation: "In your eyes, what kind of person is Officer Wu?"
"Wu Yu has the potential to become a criminal investigation expert." Bu Chonghua replied very positively: "He has an absolute response, an old intuition, and a keen observation that ordinary people can hardly match. His logical thinking is very strict and he is very sensitive to many criminals. The entry points of the case are all skillful and precise, but only one point."
The other party's spirits lifted up: "What?" The first 999 novel https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
Bu Chonghua didn't respond immediately, as if he thought it over for a few seconds before slowly saying, "I'm not very confident. Maybe it's because there are not enough cases, maybe it will be fine after two years."
This answer was too dripping, and there was another whisper behind the long table. This time it lasted for a few minutes before it gradually subsided. Only the opening director looked at Bu Chonghua and asked slowly:
"Then what's your comment on Officer Wu's ideological awareness?"
Bu Chonghua was a little surprised: "——mind consciousness?"
"Yes, is there still room for improvement?"
Buzhong didn't seem to understand where the problem started, but the other party looked at him fixedly, and several extremely penetrating eyes were cast at this moment.
"I don't know exactly what you mean. Wu Yu is sometimes impulsive, but his pursuit of fairness and reason is very pure and strong." Bu Chonghua thought for a long time before shook his head: "It is true that some people who have stared into the abyss for too long will It is hard to avoid becoming an abyss, but in reality, most people will yearn for light even more because of this. Wu Yu is such a person."
He paused, emphasized his tone in the silence of the room, and said: "Officer Wu is the person with the strongest sense of justice I have ever seen. There is no doubt about this."
Several people breathed a sigh of relief behind the long table, and the atmosphere finally became a little more active. The leader stood up, and everyone on the left and right sides also stood up, and Bu Chonghua came forward and shook hands with him.
"Let’s stop here today, thank you for your cooperation, Captain Bu. The results of the investigation into the death of the Burmese cross-border drug trafficking suspect Ma Yin should be communicated to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau within a month."
Bu Chonghua's face of grave and stern finally showed a brief but polite smile: "It should be. Thank you."
Bu Chonghua left the discipline inspection building. As soon as his mobile phone was turned on, countless messages in the WeChat group scrambled to pop out. The message bar at the top of the screen is constantly scrolling and refurbishing. At first it was the colleagues and subordinates in the Nancheng branch and the detachment, and then the old friends and classmates of the brothers who were moved by the wind. After a few minutes, only one person was left. Shamelessly swiping the screen-there is nothing else, it is the little student Cai Lin who will have a blessing if you survive a catastrophe:
Cai Lin: [Pen friends, it's dinner time, everyone is eating well? 】
Cai Lin: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
Cai Lin: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
Liao Gang: [Cai Lin, if you send your dad's full banquet for you, I will kick you out of this group! ! 】
Cai Lin: [! ! Brother Liao, I was wrong. Let's talk about other things. Ah, the treatment of my ward is so good. Thanks to Bu Detachment’s out-of-pocket money, I was transferred to the VIP single suite. Bu Detachment is my most wise leader, and Bu Detachment is my warmest sun...]
Liao Gang: [@Cai Lin tells you something]
Cai Lin: [Bu Detachment is the splendid Shandandan in that spring...what's the matter? 】
Liao Gang: [Bu Detachment blocked us from the first day this group was founded. 】
Liao Gang: [He can't see any news sent in this group. 】
Cai Lin: [...]
Cai Lin: [Pen friends, let's talk about other things. It's dinner time, how is everyone eating well? 】
Cai Lin: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
Liao Gang: [Cai Lin, if you send your dad's full banquet for you, I will kick you out of this group! ! 】
...
An inconspicuous smile flashed across Bu Chonghua’s eyes, as he was about to close the "South City Detachment Marxism-Leninism must break the metaphysical exchange group in every case." Suddenly the phone rang-the moment he saw the caller's name on the screen, he calmed down. 'S expression disappeared from Bu Chonghua's eyes like a tide:
"Hello, Uncle Song?"
On the other side of the call was Song Ping, who only asked one sentence: "How is it?"
"It has already come out, saying that the results of the investigation into this incident will be sent to the Jinhai Municipal Bureau within one month."
No one said at both ends of the phone, only a slight signal rustling.
After a long time, Song Ping's voice finally rang again, and every word was very light and heavy, as if it was shaking out of his chest:
"I don't worry about those little things, I worry about another thing. About the thing you sent me last night..."
There were people coming and going in the parking lot downstairs in the discipline inspection. No one noticed that in this car, the head of the detachment of the Nancheng branch was holding a mobile phone to his ear with one hand on the steering wheel; don’t know what was said on the phone. He saw his drooping eyes and sharp-shaped split eyes reflected in the rearview mirror, and it took a long time to exhale deeply and thoroughly:
"Yes, I will pay attention to this. But Wu Yu--"
His voice stopped abruptly, and there was silence across the phone.
Bu Chonghua said nothing more. He exhaled that breath, closed his eyes, then hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator, and started the car toward the busy street.
·
The big black G turned off the lights in the underground garage of the community. Bu Chonghua didn't rush to get out of the car. He took out his phone and opened WeChat. He turned to his only star contact, Wu Yu, and sent a message:
[Come to the underground garage and show you something. 】
The screen was empty, and the opposite party did not immediately reply, it may be sleeping.
It may also be that you just started using WeChat and are not used to checking your phone from time to time.
Wu Yu was hospitalized with Bu Chonghua. They both slept in the same room. On the day Bu Chonghua was discharged from the hospital, he insisted on being discharged despite strong opposition from the doctor. At this point, Bu Chonghua couldn’t force him, because Wu Yu’s silent dependence on him has become so obvious that even Liao Gang who came to visit him can feel: “Boss, why every time When I came to talk to you, Little Wu watched you out of the ward. Can you return the lighter to someone’s house?"
It is impossible for Wu Yu to stay in the hospital alone for a few months. There are too many things in his heart. He is depressed and silent, and has nowhere to vent. Bu Chonghua does not want to leave him alone for too long. So after saying hello to the city bureau, he took Wu Yu to his home and sent him back to the hospital for reexamination every three days, and then reexamination once a week, until now he went back to see the doctor once every half month, except There is no major problem except for proper rest and not being able to do strenuous exercise.
He should have fallen asleep again, Bu Chonghua thought while looking at the phone lying quietly there.
He gave up the idea of calling Wu Yu down, and while unbuttoning his uniform, he went to the back seat to get a T-shirt, ready to change into his normal uniform and get out of the car to go home. But just after turning around, he suddenly stopped. Another thought that he had never had before suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, like a hidden and subtle electric current rushing through the nerves of his body, causing him to withdraw his hand in a ghostly manner, for a moment After that, he tied back the uniform buttons one by one.
Ding!
The elevators opened one by one, and Bu Chonghua walked to his door. He couldn't help turning around and looking at the fuzzy reflection on the elevator door for a while before he unlocked the fingerprint lock and gently opened the door.
"I am back!"
The living room was sprinkled with warmth, a dish of silver cod and a dish of fried cabbage were placed on the dining table, the clean porcelain white bowls and chopsticks were already placed, and the rice cooker in the open kitchen was showing that it was keeping warm. Bu Chonghua's eyes fell on the big snow-white sofa first, and there was no human figure in the cushions, but a familiar dim light was projected from the study room.
——The piano room.
Bu Chonghua did not take off his shoes, and stepped on the soft and thick carpet of the study to push open the piano room door. Sure enough, he saw the thin silhouette resting on the velvet piano cover, wearing a loose shirt and pressing an open thick book in his hands. Has fallen asleep.
The wall lamp was sprinkled on his more slender eyelashes when he closed tightly, his face was pale and quiet, and his nose cast a circle of light shadows, like an enchanting dream in the ambiguous light and shadow.
Bu Chonghua's expression changed slightly, as he approached as if he was about to hunt, he looked down at Wu Yu for a moment, and saw that his spacious collar was tilted to his right shoulder because of his sleeping position, and a corner of light ink faintly revealed from under his slender neck. The tattoo stretches towards the shoulder blade, but is blocked under the pure white cloth.
He knew what it was like under that layer of fabric. Wu Yu's butterfly bones are very obvious, and the tight and thin muscle lines rise and fall with the movement, as if the elegant and neat bones will turn into a bird at any time, sliding the gorgeous wings to break through the cage.
An unspeakable fire ignited from the depths of Bu Chonghua's throat, and he leaned over silently and kissed Wu Yu's slightly opened lips.
"..."
Wu Yu woke up in a daze, with a slight lazy "Huh?" in his throat, and then all the questions were pushed back into the depths of the throat, turning into a rustling sound of friction, and gradually on the dark blue velvet It stretched into one piece, piled up several long and deep folds, and pushed the thick book to the ground with a click.
"...Um...Um!"
Wu Yu tried his best to lift his neck to avoid the deeper and deeper kiss, revealing a long and winding throat, and then turned his head and smiled and stretched out his hand to pick up the book. However, at this time, Bu Chonghua pressed his palm to his throat, and already picked up the book with the other hand. He just looked at the cover and raised his eyebrows and laughed hoarsely: "I know why you fell asleep."
—Carl Jung, The Red Book.
Wu Yu said: "I'm just..." Then his eyes touched Bu Chonghua's whole body, and his voice stopped suddenly.
Bu Chonghua stood in front of him, just looking at him with a smile. The eyes under his sword brows flashed teasingly, and then he gently threw the book on the piano cover. When he raised his hand, his uniform jacket raised his shoulders Make a fold.
"..." Wu Yu lowered his eyes for a while, his apple slipped silently, staring at the Cheng Liang leather shoes he was stepping on the carpet and asked: "Why don't you take off your shoes when you enter the house?"
Bu Chonghua asked instead, "How do I look?"
Wu Yu didn't say a word, his cheeks seemed a little hot and unnatural.
"What's your question, eh?" Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand to vainly lifted one of his chin, just pressed against the bridge of his nose, "How do I look?"
Wu Yu’s eyelashes are much thicker and longer than ordinary people. Because the eyelids are deep, they are more obvious when they are half drooping. They almost have to be swept to the inner side of Bu Chonghua’s thumb. After a long time, he turned his gaze to the other side and asked the subject. : "Did you go to the discipline inspection for an inquiry meeting in this way today?"
His voice was slightly muted, as if he was gently roasting on a small fire.
"Twenty individuals have taken turns to interrogate me, and it will take a month for the results to be sent to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau. During this period, they must be inspected and monitored at any time. The mobile phone remains on 24 hours a day to answer calls. What is the result?"
Wu Yu laughed and asked: "Then you get angry, come home to interrogate me?"
Bu Chonghua asked, "Is it useful for me to try you?"
His hands have been clamped on Wu Yu's side cheeks, and a light blue edge of the shirt is exposed from the cuffs of his uniform, and then extended to be the wrist with strong joints. Wu Yu finally raised his eyes and looked at his pupils close at hand, and laughed lowly: "It's still useful." Then he reached out and grabbed his hard shirt collar and pulled him closer, and kissed him with his head up. The hand that reached the cheek immediately slid to the back of his head and neck.
During this time, Wu Yu received a lot of recuperation and care. The fierceness and collapse that had held his last breath disappeared, and he even gained two kilograms in weight, making him look younger. He was sitting on the piano bench with his soft black and oily hair rubbing in the palm of Bu Chonghua, his whole body grabbing the kiss eagerly upwards, and his shoulders and lower back were bent into a straight arch; then the string-like arc Press to the limit until he leans back and hangs in the air and his shoulder blades touch the piano cover, then temporarily separate the long entanglement.
In this way, he looked up at Bu Chonghua's face from the bottom up, and the ceiling that was submerged in the night and halo higher up. Bu Chonghua stared at him motionlessly, his breathing was hoarse and hurried because of his self-repression, suddenly he stretched out his hand to loosen his tie without saying a word, turned his head and walked out.
"I'll change my clothes and eat."
Wu Yu's voice came from behind: "Will you take it off and dress me?"
"Why don't you wear your own?"
With the velvet on the piano cover resting on the back of Wu Yu's head, he turned his head in this posture, looked at Bu Chonghua's back, laughed silently and asked, "Then how can you take it off for me?"
"The suspect was holding Officer Wu's ankles with both hands, while Officer Wu pressed both sides of her head and neck on the insides of both knees, and the two of them held on the bridge rails with one hand and hung in the air. The situation was already very urgent when I arrived. Police Officer Wu bears the weight of the two of them. Unless he hangs the suspect and kicks it away before letting go, or risking losing his hand to escape the suspect’s hanging on his ankle, he must take her with him. Climb up. But..."
Bu Chonghua gave a voice, and someone asked behind the long table: "But what?"
There were more than twenty people sitting in the disciplinary interrogation room. However, apart from the ups and downs of breathing, everyone's eyes were focused on the leader of the Bu Detachment sitting in the middle of the huge room opposite the long table.
Bu Chonghua rarely wears a police uniform, ironed light blue shirt, dark blue uniform jacket and trousers lined his shoulders wide and legs, all of his vigorous and strong figure is hidden under the clothes, from the outside, he can only be tall and tall. , Solemn and indifferent.
"But Officer Wu can't hold it anymore." He said, "If you look at Officer Wu's injury appraisal report, you will find that he had broken four ribs at the time, and he was able to hang in the air only with extraordinary willpower. After my on-the-spot assessment of all risks, the only way to ensure the safety of Officer Wu’s life is to exercise the statutory right of death. For this reason, I am willing to accept the consequences of being questioned and sanctioned afterwards.
The leaders at all levels behind the long table whispered for a while, and whispers came in the air. Every ambiguous character sound may indirectly affect the career of the youngest detachment leader in Jinhai City.
But Bu Chonghua sat very upright with no expression.
The chief in the middle of the long table finally raised his head and asked without hesitation: "In your eyes, what kind of person is Officer Wu?"
"Wu Yu has the potential to become a criminal investigation expert." Bu Chonghua replied very positively: "He has an absolute response, an old intuition, and a keen observation that ordinary people can hardly match. His logical thinking is very strict and he is very sensitive to many criminals. The entry points of the case are all skillful and precise, but only one point."
The other party's spirits lifted up: "What?" The first 999 novel https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
Bu Chonghua didn't respond immediately, as if he thought it over for a few seconds before slowly saying, "I'm not very confident. Maybe it's because there are not enough cases, maybe it will be fine after two years."
This answer was too dripping, and there was another whisper behind the long table. This time it lasted for a few minutes before it gradually subsided. Only the opening director looked at Bu Chonghua and asked slowly:
"Then what's your comment on Officer Wu's ideological awareness?"
Bu Chonghua was a little surprised: "——mind consciousness?"
"Yes, is there still room for improvement?"
Buzhong didn't seem to understand where the problem started, but the other party looked at him fixedly, and several extremely penetrating eyes were cast at this moment.
"I don't know exactly what you mean. Wu Yu is sometimes impulsive, but his pursuit of fairness and reason is very pure and strong." Bu Chonghua thought for a long time before shook his head: "It is true that some people who have stared into the abyss for too long will It is hard to avoid becoming an abyss, but in reality, most people will yearn for light even more because of this. Wu Yu is such a person."
He paused, emphasized his tone in the silence of the room, and said: "Officer Wu is the person with the strongest sense of justice I have ever seen. There is no doubt about this."
Several people breathed a sigh of relief behind the long table, and the atmosphere finally became a little more active. The leader stood up, and everyone on the left and right sides also stood up, and Bu Chonghua came forward and shook hands with him.
"Let’s stop here today, thank you for your cooperation, Captain Bu. The results of the investigation into the death of the Burmese cross-border drug trafficking suspect Ma Yin should be communicated to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau within a month."
Bu Chonghua's face of grave and stern finally showed a brief but polite smile: "It should be. Thank you."
Bu Chonghua left the discipline inspection building. As soon as his mobile phone was turned on, countless messages in the WeChat group scrambled to pop out. The message bar at the top of the screen is constantly scrolling and refurbishing. At first it was the colleagues and subordinates in the Nancheng branch and the detachment, and then the old friends and classmates of the brothers who were moved by the wind. After a few minutes, only one person was left. Shamelessly swiping the screen-there is nothing else, it is the little student Cai Lin who will have a blessing if you survive a catastrophe:
Cai Lin: [Pen friends, it's dinner time, everyone is eating well? 】
Cai Lin: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
Cai Lin: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
Liao Gang: [Cai Lin, if you send your dad's full banquet for you, I will kick you out of this group! ! 】
Cai Lin: [! ! Brother Liao, I was wrong. Let's talk about other things. Ah, the treatment of my ward is so good. Thanks to Bu Detachment’s out-of-pocket money, I was transferred to the VIP single suite. Bu Detachment is my most wise leader, and Bu Detachment is my warmest sun...]
Liao Gang: [@Cai Lin tells you something]
Cai Lin: [Bu Detachment is the splendid Shandandan in that spring...what's the matter? 】
Liao Gang: [Bu Detachment blocked us from the first day this group was founded. 】
Liao Gang: [He can't see any news sent in this group. 】
Cai Lin: [...]
Cai Lin: [Pen friends, let's talk about other things. It's dinner time, how is everyone eating well? 】
Cai Lin: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
Liao Gang: [Cai Lin, if you send your dad's full banquet for you, I will kick you out of this group! ! 】
...
An inconspicuous smile flashed across Bu Chonghua’s eyes, as he was about to close the "South City Detachment Marxism-Leninism must break the metaphysical exchange group in every case." Suddenly the phone rang-the moment he saw the caller's name on the screen, he calmed down. 'S expression disappeared from Bu Chonghua's eyes like a tide:
"Hello, Uncle Song?"
On the other side of the call was Song Ping, who only asked one sentence: "How is it?"
"It has already come out, saying that the results of the investigation into this incident will be sent to the Jinhai Municipal Bureau within one month."
No one said at both ends of the phone, only a slight signal rustling.
After a long time, Song Ping's voice finally rang again, and every word was very light and heavy, as if it was shaking out of his chest:
"I don't worry about those little things, I worry about another thing. About the thing you sent me last night..."
There were people coming and going in the parking lot downstairs in the discipline inspection. No one noticed that in this car, the head of the detachment of the Nancheng branch was holding a mobile phone to his ear with one hand on the steering wheel; don’t know what was said on the phone. He saw his drooping eyes and sharp-shaped split eyes reflected in the rearview mirror, and it took a long time to exhale deeply and thoroughly:
"Yes, I will pay attention to this. But Wu Yu--"
His voice stopped abruptly, and there was silence across the phone.
Bu Chonghua said nothing more. He exhaled that breath, closed his eyes, then hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator, and started the car toward the busy street.
·
The big black G turned off the lights in the underground garage of the community. Bu Chonghua didn't rush to get out of the car. He took out his phone and opened WeChat. He turned to his only star contact, Wu Yu, and sent a message:
[Come to the underground garage and show you something. 】
The screen was empty, and the opposite party did not immediately reply, it may be sleeping.
It may also be that you just started using WeChat and are not used to checking your phone from time to time.
Wu Yu was hospitalized with Bu Chonghua. They both slept in the same room. On the day Bu Chonghua was discharged from the hospital, he insisted on being discharged despite strong opposition from the doctor. At this point, Bu Chonghua couldn’t force him, because Wu Yu’s silent dependence on him has become so obvious that even Liao Gang who came to visit him can feel: “Boss, why every time When I came to talk to you, Little Wu watched you out of the ward. Can you return the lighter to someone’s house?"
It is impossible for Wu Yu to stay in the hospital alone for a few months. There are too many things in his heart. He is depressed and silent, and has nowhere to vent. Bu Chonghua does not want to leave him alone for too long. So after saying hello to the city bureau, he took Wu Yu to his home and sent him back to the hospital for reexamination every three days, and then reexamination once a week, until now he went back to see the doctor once every half month, except There is no major problem except for proper rest and not being able to do strenuous exercise.
He should have fallen asleep again, Bu Chonghua thought while looking at the phone lying quietly there.
He gave up the idea of calling Wu Yu down, and while unbuttoning his uniform, he went to the back seat to get a T-shirt, ready to change into his normal uniform and get out of the car to go home. But just after turning around, he suddenly stopped. Another thought that he had never had before suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, like a hidden and subtle electric current rushing through the nerves of his body, causing him to withdraw his hand in a ghostly manner, for a moment After that, he tied back the uniform buttons one by one.
Ding!
The elevators opened one by one, and Bu Chonghua walked to his door. He couldn't help turning around and looking at the fuzzy reflection on the elevator door for a while before he unlocked the fingerprint lock and gently opened the door.
"I am back!"
The living room was sprinkled with warmth, a dish of silver cod and a dish of fried cabbage were placed on the dining table, the clean porcelain white bowls and chopsticks were already placed, and the rice cooker in the open kitchen was showing that it was keeping warm. Bu Chonghua's eyes fell on the big snow-white sofa first, and there was no human figure in the cushions, but a familiar dim light was projected from the study room.
——The piano room.
Bu Chonghua did not take off his shoes, and stepped on the soft and thick carpet of the study to push open the piano room door. Sure enough, he saw the thin silhouette resting on the velvet piano cover, wearing a loose shirt and pressing an open thick book in his hands. Has fallen asleep.
The wall lamp was sprinkled on his more slender eyelashes when he closed tightly, his face was pale and quiet, and his nose cast a circle of light shadows, like an enchanting dream in the ambiguous light and shadow.
Bu Chonghua's expression changed slightly, as he approached as if he was about to hunt, he looked down at Wu Yu for a moment, and saw that his spacious collar was tilted to his right shoulder because of his sleeping position, and a corner of light ink faintly revealed from under his slender neck. The tattoo stretches towards the shoulder blade, but is blocked under the pure white cloth.
He knew what it was like under that layer of fabric. Wu Yu's butterfly bones are very obvious, and the tight and thin muscle lines rise and fall with the movement, as if the elegant and neat bones will turn into a bird at any time, sliding the gorgeous wings to break through the cage.
An unspeakable fire ignited from the depths of Bu Chonghua's throat, and he leaned over silently and kissed Wu Yu's slightly opened lips.
"..."
Wu Yu woke up in a daze, with a slight lazy "Huh?" in his throat, and then all the questions were pushed back into the depths of the throat, turning into a rustling sound of friction, and gradually on the dark blue velvet It stretched into one piece, piled up several long and deep folds, and pushed the thick book to the ground with a click.
"...Um...Um!"
Wu Yu tried his best to lift his neck to avoid the deeper and deeper kiss, revealing a long and winding throat, and then turned his head and smiled and stretched out his hand to pick up the book. However, at this time, Bu Chonghua pressed his palm to his throat, and already picked up the book with the other hand. He just looked at the cover and raised his eyebrows and laughed hoarsely: "I know why you fell asleep."
—Carl Jung, The Red Book.
Wu Yu said: "I'm just..." Then his eyes touched Bu Chonghua's whole body, and his voice stopped suddenly.
Bu Chonghua stood in front of him, just looking at him with a smile. The eyes under his sword brows flashed teasingly, and then he gently threw the book on the piano cover. When he raised his hand, his uniform jacket raised his shoulders Make a fold.
"..." Wu Yu lowered his eyes for a while, his apple slipped silently, staring at the Cheng Liang leather shoes he was stepping on the carpet and asked: "Why don't you take off your shoes when you enter the house?"
Bu Chonghua asked instead, "How do I look?"
Wu Yu didn't say a word, his cheeks seemed a little hot and unnatural.
"What's your question, eh?" Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand to vainly lifted one of his chin, just pressed against the bridge of his nose, "How do I look?"
Wu Yu’s eyelashes are much thicker and longer than ordinary people. Because the eyelids are deep, they are more obvious when they are half drooping. They almost have to be swept to the inner side of Bu Chonghua’s thumb. After a long time, he turned his gaze to the other side and asked the subject. : "Did you go to the discipline inspection for an inquiry meeting in this way today?"
His voice was slightly muted, as if he was gently roasting on a small fire.
"Twenty individuals have taken turns to interrogate me, and it will take a month for the results to be sent to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau. During this period, they must be inspected and monitored at any time. The mobile phone remains on 24 hours a day to answer calls. What is the result?"
Wu Yu laughed and asked: "Then you get angry, come home to interrogate me?"
Bu Chonghua asked, "Is it useful for me to try you?"
His hands have been clamped on Wu Yu's side cheeks, and a light blue edge of the shirt is exposed from the cuffs of his uniform, and then extended to be the wrist with strong joints. Wu Yu finally raised his eyes and looked at his pupils close at hand, and laughed lowly: "It's still useful." Then he reached out and grabbed his hard shirt collar and pulled him closer, and kissed him with his head up. The hand that reached the cheek immediately slid to the back of his head and neck.
During this time, Wu Yu received a lot of recuperation and care. The fierceness and collapse that had held his last breath disappeared, and he even gained two kilograms in weight, making him look younger. He was sitting on the piano bench with his soft black and oily hair rubbing in the palm of Bu Chonghua, his whole body grabbing the kiss eagerly upwards, and his shoulders and lower back were bent into a straight arch; then the string-like arc Press to the limit until he leans back and hangs in the air and his shoulder blades touch the piano cover, then temporarily separate the long entanglement.
In this way, he looked up at Bu Chonghua's face from the bottom up, and the ceiling that was submerged in the night and halo higher up. Bu Chonghua stared at him motionlessly, his breathing was hoarse and hurried because of his self-repression, suddenly he stretched out his hand to loosen his tie without saying a word, turned his head and walked out.
"I'll change my clothes and eat."
Wu Yu's voice came from behind: "Will you take it off and dress me?"
"Why don't you wear your own?"
With the velvet on the piano cover resting on the back of Wu Yu's head, he turned his head in this posture, looked at Bu Chonghua's back, laughed silently and asked, "Then how can you take it off for me?"
