evening photos

Chapter 17

Shu Zhao turned around in astonishment, and saw this man under the streetlight with his arms open and his firm chest exposed, wearing big underpants and flip-flops on his feet, with a face full of anger under his short cut, he looked very much like a real boyfriend who came to catch rape.

Mo Nong came over and grabbed Shu Zhao's wrist, full of anger but with a little affection and said:

"Didn't you say you're not going to be angry? Stop making trouble and go home with me."

Shu Zhao looked at him dully, and said after a while: "Do you want to be so bloody?"

Mo Nong smiled slightly with a more intimate and sensual look, and touched Shu Zhao's head, which also had an inch head,

"Okay, let's go home."

Meng Jingnian didn't stop him, firstly because he had no position; secondly, Mo Nong's attire really looked like a hard-pressed lover who hurried from home to apologize just after learning that his other half was going to steal someone.Furthermore, he never forgot Shu Zhao's satin-like shoulder-length hair, but Shu Zhao actually cut it off, and the two are clearly a couple's hair.

Shu Zhao also knew that there would be no appointment tonight, so he waved to Meng Jingnian in desperation, and was dragged into a taxi by Monong.

"Where are you going, young man? How can you compensate me for ruining my good business just like that?"

Mo Nong reported the name of a community to the driver in front, and ignored him in a fit of anger.

Mo Nong’s house can be said to be very stylish, with warm-toned spotlights, a wide variety of wine cabinets, various locomotive models, cameras, photos, and trophies, all of which show the owner’s wonderful life of a local tyrant.

Shu Zhao looked at the photo wall for a while, pointed to one of them and asked:

"Is this the aurora? Where was it taken?"

Mo Nong poured vodka into two glasses with ice cubes, glanced at the photo he mentioned, and replied:

"Iceland."

"Iceland?" Shu Zhao felt that this place was very high-end, and it sounded very cold.

Most of the characters in the photos are very characteristic, the thick lips of the black brother, the nun in holy clothes, the skinny child, and many strange faces with bright smiles and clear eyes.

He saw a photo of riding a motorcycle in the rainstorm. The sky was gray and there was no sign of anyone. Only the rider in black stood on the motorcycle with his chest up and braved the wind and rain.

"This is you?"

"No," Monon admitted frankly, "it was accidentally photographed by an old man in South America. His name is Storm Rider. We motorcycle fans like it very much, so we took a copy of it home to encourage ourselves."

Shu Zhao nodded and looked at those photos again.

He found it amazing that a person, an ordinary person he knew in his life, had been to so many places and met so many different people.People really went to this world to look at it, while I was struggling to live in this three-point world.

And so fucking tired!

"What about here? Where is this white land?"

Monong leaned against the bar, the fruit and wine were ready, he was not interested in talking about his past, he just wanted to talk about Shu Zhao.

"Bonneville, Salt Lake, is where the bikers go to race."

"Racing on salt?"

"Well, the world's highest surface speed was born there, with a speed of 420 kilometers per hour, which is faster than the speed of the plane before takeoff."

Shu Zhao let out an exclamation of admiration, and when he wanted to watch it again, Mo Nong knocked on the table,

"Don't stand, come and sit."

He was so fascinated by the scenery in those photos that he didn't even know that there was wine in the glass before he even returned his fascination.

"Hey!" Mo Nong stopped him with wide-eyed eyes, "This is pure vodka, forty degrees!"

Shu Zhao shook the ice in the glass, pushed it in front of him disapprovingly, and said leisurely:

"It takes at least three bottles of 53-degree Wuliangye to put me down, just a glass of [-]-degree wine... Pediatrics."

Mo Nong has never seen Shu Zhao's real drinking capacity, and he still thinks in his heart: You will be drunk later, and you will be in a bad mood.

"You..." Mo Nong hesitated a little, pursed his lips and asked, "Are you really here for a date?"

Shu Zhao asked back, "Then what do you think I'm going to do?"

Mo Nong frowned, not quite agreeing with his approach: "Do you like him?"

Shu Zhao shrugged: "I don't hate it."

"Can you sleep with him without hating you?"

"I rely on me to like someone in order to have sex with someone?" Shu Zhao retorted to him sternly: "Then I have to suffocate!"

"Why are you suffocating?" Mo Nong was so angry that he almost slapped the table with hatred, "Why can't you solve it? Do you have to hang out with these dubious people?"

"Which eye of yours sees that people are not right?" Shu Zhao felt that he was cursing himself in a twisted manner, and he was not happy. Know people with your eyes!"

His aggressive attitude made Mo Nong angry, and felt that if he said a word, the two of them could start a fight.

In a fit of rage, Mo Nong also finished the glass of vodka, then refilled it angrily, put it heavily in front of Shu Zhao, pressed the fire and said:

"Okay, you can do whatever you like, I should just meddle in my own business, okay?"

Shu Zhao stared: "Can you still talk properly? No, I'm leaving."

"..." Mo Nong finished another cup aggrievedly.

He really wanted to turn over this page, but the man's arm around Shu Zhao's waist made him hard to let go.The two fell into silence. Shu Zhao swayed his legs on the high chair, looked around, touched his pockets,

"Any cigarettes?"

Mo Nong took out a cigarette and threw it to him, and took a motorcycle-shaped lighter from the drawer.

Shu Zhao played with the lighter fondly after lighting the cigarette, "You like motorcycles very much, when did you start learning?"

"In the third grade of junior high school, my classmate's family owned a Honda. We secretly rode it out to show off to us. We each paid 20 yuan for a 5-minute ride. Afterwards, we became addicted to it."

"Did you fall off the first ride?"

"Fall," Mo Nong took a cigarette in his mouth, exhaled the smoke and said with emotion: "Just got on, when the gas pedal slammed, it hit a tree."

When Shu Zhao thought of that scene, he was delighted, "Then you still dare to ride?"

Mo Nong shook his head, "In just a few seconds, I stepped into the car, from the moment I hit the tree after hitting the tree, my heart was about to fly out, my legs were bleeding, but I didn't feel anything at all. , is exciting and enjoyable. It feels like I am the only one left in the whole world, and I have nowhere to go except far away.”

Shu Zhao flicked half of the ash in the ashtray, "Does it feel like this every time you ride a bike?"

"No. I have a few riders in Ulan Bator. In [-] we rode from Ulan Bator to Ulan-Ude, Russia, passing through Lake Baikal and Irkutsk. The scenery is beautiful, with snow-capped mountains There is also a virgin forest, but we were not prepared enough, the tires were worn out, there was no way to go to the village or back to the store, and we were hungry and cold, and I was very unlucky and had a high fever.

That night I felt like I was going to die there, and I wondered if it was worth it.Later, the Russian uncle who drove a pickup truck passed by and gave me a glass of vodka with a particularly spicy voice. I said that if I died like this, I would definitely not be worth it.

The uncle said, "Whether death is worthwhile depends on whether you are happy or not when you die."I play skydiving, jumping down from thousands of feet, the moment I jump off, I always feel that I am going to die, but I really jump down, look down on the world in mid-air, and feel like I am flying, if I die at this time Well, at least I died happily.Even if I didn't control it well when I landed and fell to my death, at least I flew before I died.The few seconds of falling are enough for me to throw away everything I want to throw away, and remember what I want to remember. '

I thought at the time, if I die, I can't die from disease, aging, or other factors beyond my control. Before I die, I want to ride my motorcycle and just look at the distance before I close my eyes. The people and memories I don't want to remember are all left behind by me along with the road, and I only drive what I want to carry to the distance and heaven. "

After listening to his words, Shu Zhao was also quite moved. Yes, since people can't live in the way they want when they are alive, they must choose to die in a way that makes them happy when they die.

"Respect, I wish you a happy death."

Mo Nong couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the toast, but he also raised his glass to touch Shu Zhao,

"I wish you a happy life."

After the two finished drinking and put down their glasses, Shu Zhao said melancholy: "It's probably very difficult. People are different, although we think about the same... No, I think it's probably a lot different.

Take you and the girl who jumped into the river tonight as an example. Before you died, you thought that you would die quickly, but what about the girl?Drowning is such a painful way to die, but she doesn't think about it anymore, why?Because life was too painful, the pain she endured during the suicide process was not worth mentioning when she was alive. "

Mo Nong looked at him puzzled, and asked what he had wanted to ask for a long time:

"You speak as if you have experienced all the suffering in this world, as if the world is only sinister and ugly to you. What have you experienced or seen that made you so pessimistic?"

"You're right, I'm so pessimistic only after I've seen it and experienced it." Shu Zhao took up the posture of academic discussion, smacked his lips in a leisurely way, and said clearly and well-founded:

"I often hear the saying 'happy families are all alike, but unhappy families are unhappy in their own way', I think this is wrong, it should be said that it is just the opposite of reality.

What are unhappy families unhappy about?That's easy to sum up. Whenever there is a scumbag in a family, the whole family will inevitably go to misfortune.

Take the people around us as an example, just those girls, you see them drinking to death every day, selling their bodies and souls, you think they deserve it, they walk their own way.Actually not.

In the families of these girls, there are boys who are patriarchal and have brothers who want to get married and have children, or brothers who want to study and go to college, or else, these parents remember money like crazy, and they can't remember the quality of their lives and their lives. life and death.

You do not believe?Then tell me, how can people like them with no education and no skills earn so much money to go home and build a house and buy a car.People with a discerning eye can understand this kind of thing at a glance, but their parents can't see it?

Don't their parents know?They all know the fuck, do they take care of it?It's not that they are constantly asking for money.What are they not scum?

Another example is the men of these girls. Li Ying's husband is a firecracker. There was an old couple in their 60s who borrowed 3 yuan to treat their son's illness. Ten thousand, the old couple really can't afford to have a relationship and find someone to reduce the 20 to 20.

You know what her husband said?Say sorry!One year, 14 turned into [-], he was ashamed to say he lost it!

This man has money and does nothing but gamble, and if he loses the bet, he will beat Li Ying when he returns home.Li Ying didn't dare to divorce him, because as soon as she divorced here, the man over there would find someone to kill her whole family.

Scum, right?

Fangfang, she is not active at work every day, and she is still beaten when she goes home. Her husband will take away all the money she makes, and then go out and download pornography on the Internet, and pass it to Li Ying's husband after downloading, and then wait for his wife to be tired like a dog Even when they returned home, they had to endure their torture.

Scum, right?

Wen Ru, the guy with the big eyes you saw last time, he really got admitted to a key university, his younger brother didn't even go to high school because he was jealous of him, so he can find someone to go to school with him Rape|violate him before reporting for duty!He went home and said he would call the police, but his parents were afraid of embarrassment and refused, so they locked up his brother for a week and pretended that nothing had happened.

Why is he doing this?Because he said he felt dirty, he dared not come out to meet people during the day, he just couldn't get over that hurdle!I can't even die!

You want him to go to college to get ahead and get revenge on his younger brother. If you say that his younger brother is like that, if you expose this matter when he is in college, or mess with him again, will you let him live?How do you let him live? "

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, until finally his eyes were red.

And Mo Nong became more and more chilled when he heard it. These despicable deeds and dirty human nature were indeed something he had never seen or even heard of.

But he remained sober in this chill, staring at Shu Zhao's face trembling with anger and pain, he asked inappropriately:

"What about you? What have you been through?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shu Zhao suddenly became quiet, his eyes opened slightly under his fist, and it took a few seconds before he looked over coldly, and it was extremely sharp, as if trying to see through all his little thoughts and make him ashamed and overwhelmed.

"I'm better than them," Shu Zhao said, looking straight into his eyes, "but I'm more ridiculous than them all."

Mo Nong couldn't think of the more ridiculous but better thing, but he knew he couldn't ask any more.

He jumped off the chair and said to him excitedly: "Let me take you to the garage to see the motorcycle I modified?"

On this day, when the dawn was approaching, Mo Nong told Shu Zhao interesting stories about the ride and the passion in skydiving with great interest. Watching and responding.

But after daybreak, Shu Zhao refused his stay and saw him off, and left without looking back.

Mo Nong tossed and turned on the bed, Shu Zhao's cold eyes were always in his mind, somehow he felt very contemptuous, why did he have to ask about his past like a gossip?

In the afternoon, he didn't have enough sleep and came to Xingang with anxiety. Sure enough, he didn't see Shu Zhao that day.

Could it be that Shu Zhao is avoiding him?Hate him?

He came to the bar to help both sadly and irritablely. When he saw the gay couple in the bar that everyone praised as a model, Mo Nong suddenly realized that he had overlooked a serious problem:

He always regarded Shu Zhao as a friend, but forgot Shu Zhao's identity——

Shu Zhao is gay, a man who only likes men and not women, and he is not at all weird about this man who only likes men, he only wants to get close, and never thinks about the danger that this approach may bring.

He's so interested in a gay, it's not fucking right in itself, is it?

Mo Nong didn't dare to see Shu Zhao for two days in a row. In the past two days, he devoted himself to thinking about his weird psychology and behavior, and figured out that he might be... a little... not normal for Shu Zhao.

As long as he thinks of Shu Zhao, his heart beats uncontrollably, and he panics from the inside out. This panic has reached the point where he can't think of food or tea.

After seeing Shu Zhao, the panic escalated.

The specific manifestations are rapid heartbeat, slow thinking, stiff hands and feet, and shivering caused by intermittent excitement.

This series of physical abnormalities made him make an impulsive move——

When Mo Nong walked into his office, Shu Zhao was changing his clothes. This thin and shriveled body exuded a ghostly light in the dim light. The two bright red dogwoods on his chest added a bit of obscenity to that body｜ extravagant.

Mo Nong stared at him blankly, making Shu Zhao frown, he pulled out the shirt from the closet and closed the closet door, the iron door made a hoarse sound in silence,

"Why? What's the matter?"

Mo Nong's eyes slid across his body with countless ribs, and landed on his too thin waist and abdomen.

"Scared?" Shu Zhao put on his shirt and went to the mirror behind the door, and said while buttoning up, "Am I that scary? I just lost weight. Why do you look like you saw a ghost?"

Halfway through the buttons, he turned around and glanced at Mo Nong disdainfully, "Have you ever seen a thin man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shu Zhao frowned suddenly, and he felt that Mo Nong's eyes were a little strange.

"Shu Zhao," Mo Nong put the coffee in his hand on the table, and said to him solemnly, "I think... I seem to like you."

Shu Zhao stared at him for a few seconds, it was as normal as hearing him say that he would eat chicken legs for dinner, she lowered her head and continued to button her button, "Oh."