Chapter 1 Surprise Like many...
Like many unexpected late nights, there was a series of ringing sounds outside the door.
Gu Mo clearly has the key to the house, but he always asks Chen Song to open the door for him.
Chen Song was a light sleeper and woke up when the bell rang for the first time. His heart beat violently for a moment, and he threw back the quilt and ran barefoot to open the door.
He couldn't tell for a moment whether his heartbeat was louder or the doorbell was louder.
The capital city of Beijing at the end of September was already chilly, and the late night wind brought a faint aroma of wine to our faces.
Gu Mo, holding a patterned helmet in his left hand, leaned against the doorway in a black leather jacket. His face was flushed with alcohol as he looked at Chen Song's open collar. His lazy eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
“Surprise.”
The deep voice was like a pot of warm wine, burning through the heart.
Gu Mo is always like this, disappearing for a long time and then suddenly appearing, saying "Surprise" with a smile.
So every time Chen Song saw or heard this English word, he would pause for a moment, thinking of Gu Mo standing at the door, looking lazy and handsome.
Chen Song was stunned for a moment and tried to suppress the throbbing in his heart.
"Drinking again." Chen Song's voice was a little awkward as if he had just woken up. He slowly lowered his eyelids and saw that Gu Mo's pants had several holes, revealing his skin with blurred bloodstains. Chen Song's heart trembled and his brows furrowed.
Chen Song pulled the person to the sofa without saying a word, took out the medicine box from under the coffee table, and skillfully disinfected and applied medicine.
Gu Mo didn't say a word during the whole process, and looked at Chen Song with burning eyes.
Chen Song looked at the wounds with both heartache and helplessness, and ignored Gu Mo's fiery gaze.
Although he was very angry, Chen Song's method of applying the medicine was still very gentle.
Gu Mo's injuries were not serious, with only a few superficial injuries on his legs and shoulders. It was obvious at first glance that he had fallen off his motorcycle.
Chen Song lifted Gu Mo's arm and paused, then looked at his bare wrist and asked, "Lost again..."
Gu Mo paused and asked, "What?"
He followed Chen Song's gaze to his wrist, but the numbness from alcohol made it impossible for him to remember what was missing.
Gu Mo took a few deep breaths and thought about it seriously.
Oh, the red rope that Chen Song braided for him was lost again.
Chen Song gently shook him off, and after a moment of silence, he took a deep breath: "Gu Mo... I'll weave it for you one last time. If you lose it again, it will be gone."
Gu Mo frowned, a little unhappy: "Stop making it up, what do I, a grown man, need to carry?"
Chen Song was also angry, but he couldn't vent his anger. He just spoke in a somewhat anxious tone: "Then can you not do such a dangerous thing... Do you know that if you always don't reply to messages or answer calls, I..."
"Chen Song, it's been so long since we last met. I'm not here to listen to you lose your temper." The smile in Gu Mo's eyes disappeared completely.
The small fire in Chen Song's heart was immediately extinguished by a basin of cold water.
Gu Mo knew that they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Three months was so long that Chen Song thought that Gu Mo would never appear in his world again.
These worries are meaningless.
How come after three years, I still don't understand something I knew when I first met?
Chen Song let go of Gu Mo, folded his hands slightly, stood up silently, and walked into the kitchen to make some honey water to sober up.
The room was so quiet that the only sound was the humming of the water heater.
Chen Song took the honey jar from the refrigerator, opened the lid, scooped two spoonfuls of honey into the glass. When the switch clicked, Chen Song picked up the kettle and poured the still boiling water into the glass.
Chen Song lowered his head as he stirred the honey water, his eyes wearily watching the honey in the cup being swallowed by the hot water. The sweet and warm scent of honey filled the lonely room.
Chen Song's stirring hands paused, and suddenly a pair of arms came up from behind, and the broad chest pressed tightly against him, conveying warmth in a domineering manner.
Gu Mo rested his chin on Chen Song's shoulder and lowered his voice: "Make it up again, I promise not to lose it."
The warm breath touched his collarbone, causing Chen Song's heart to tremble and his breathing to slow down.
Gu Mo pinched Chen Song's chin with his calloused fingertips and tilted his head to kiss his lips.
The tip of his tongue gently opened the soft lips, passed through the teeth, and lingered gently. The kiss deepened, filled with deep longing.
Gu Mo let go of Chen Song's chin. His broad palm was a little rough, and when it came into contact with the delicate skin, the rough calluses easily ignited.
When Chen Song was out of breath, Gu Mo stopped kissing him, pulled out a thread of reluctance, and smiled, "Kiss me yourself, huh?"
Gu Mo admired the cold beauty's confusion with great interest, and bit Chen Song's ear slowly: "Hmm? Why don't you kiss me?"
Chen Song couldn't help but tremble. Under Gu Mo's temptation, he turned his head away, supported himself on the table with one hand, and pulled the silver necklace on Gu Mo's neck with the other hand to gain leverage and kiss him.
"Well...I miss you, Gu Mo."
The voice that was as cold as an ice spring was now trembling, drowning and enveloping Gu Mo's entire heart, oppressing him so much that he couldn't breathe.
The blood in Gu Mo's cells was surging and roaring. In the second half of the night, the more Chen Song begged for mercy, the more crazy Gu Mo became...
When Chen Song woke up, it was already past noon the next day.
Gu Mo was still asleep, with his black hair slightly flipped upwards, revealing his fair and full forehead, making his facial features more three-dimensional and profound.
The way he sleeps with his eyes closed is less fierce and more gentle and handsome.
Chen Song stretched out his fingertips and touched Gu Mo's broken eyebrow, then slid down along his tall nose bridge, outlining his contours, and finally landed on a black mole on his cheekbone.
Just looking at it like this, I still feel excited.
Chen Song watched for a long time before getting up. After preparing food for Gu Mo, he rushed to school.
Chen Song is in his senior year. The last semester before his internship is the busiest and the subject is the most important.
Because he skipped class without reason in the morning, Chen Song was called to the office by his teacher for questioning.
Chen Song walked a little awkwardly, but explained calmly, "I have a cold, so... I got up late."
There were many students who missed classes because of Gu Mo's troubles. Chen Song gradually became calm and could lie in front of the teacher without blinking.
Seeing the dark circles under his eyes and the unsteadiness on his feet, the teacher sighed and said, "Alright, remember to ask for leave next time. Send me the note."
The teacher threw the leave application book to Chen Song to fill out.
Chen Song is the best student in the class. He is both hardworking and smart. He helps him with things all the time and used to work part-time. It would be strange if he is in good health.
The old teacher couldn't help but feel sorry for Chen Song, and would only say a few words to him when he was angry.
Chen Song filled out the note and handed it to his teacher for signature. "Thank you for your help. If nothing else, I'll go back to class."
The teacher paused as he signed: "I really have something to ask you."
"The day after tomorrow, our hospital has invited a doctor from the Ruoyang Group to give a lecture. You go meet him." After signing, the old teacher put down his pen and looked at Chen Song with a serious tone, "You should know about the Ruoyang Group. This professor is even more influential; he's the eldest son of Ruoyang. He's here to impart some professional knowledge."
"The most important thing," the teacher said, pushing his glasses, emphasizing, "is that we want to select a few outstanding students to recommend to the hospital. Chen Song, do well."
Chen Song was still very excited and a little bit unbelievable until he returned to his seat in the classroom.
Ruoyang Group is a top medical institution in China and a place that countless medical students dream of.
Ever since Chen Song failed the college entrance examination in his senior year of high school and was admitted to an ordinary second-tier university, he has never thought about returning to Ruoyang.
No matter what, he had to take good care of this young master and seize this opportunity.
But Chen Song had never met someone of this status before, and he was very worried about how to get along with them. He was a loner, and it was difficult for him to get along with ordinary people, let alone the young master.
This made Chen Song very distressed.
Although he was troubled, Chen Song quickly adjusted himself and listened to the lectures seriously, not daring to slack off in the course.
The afternoon classes were full and didn't end until six o'clock. Chen Song didn't have a boarding house and had been living in the "home" that Gu Mo had given him.
"Home" is very close to the school, about ten minutes' walk. When I got home, Gu Mo was gone.
The untouched food on the table made Chen Song look cold.
Chen Song sat down at the table, picked up the sticky note that was pressed by the spoon on the table, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can, staring blankly at the food that had lost its color.
He turned on his phone, but there was not a single message or call, just like a new phone that had just been activated.
Gu Mo would only call when he had something to say and never replied to his messages.
I didn’t eat the food he cooked today, nor did I read the note he left.
He disappeared again, and I don’t know how long he will be gone this time.
Chen Song was more sad than angry.
Loss seemed like an endless abyss, and he kept falling down.
Chen Song understood that this was all his own fault.
He thought he could let it go after not seeing her for three months, but when the doorbell rang, his heart couldn't stop trembling.
Chen Song knew that he had been deceiving himself.
He could never let go of Gu Mo...
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Chen Song found Gu Mo on New Year's Eve three years ago. He worked overtime at the hotel until the early morning, and when he got off work, it was still snowing in the north city.
The long street is brightly lit by thousands of lights and fireworks are constantly on display.
The streets were covered with thick snow, and Chen Song made soft sounds as he walked in the snow.
The dim street lights illuminated the street scene, and a bent man stood next to a telephone pole.
The man was wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt, his body torn and bloodstained. He leaned against a telephone pole with one hand and vomited uncontrollably, his face flushed red, but his disheveled appearance couldn't hide his handsome features.
Chen Song paused slightly, looked away and walked away from him.
There are all kinds of crazy people in Beijing. It's not uncommon to see people vomiting on the street on New Year's Eve in short sleeves in the middle of winter.
Chen Song was so tired that he just wanted to go home and sleep, so he walked past him without even looking at him.
He walked faster and faster, fearing that something bad would happen if he stayed for even a second longer.
The next second, there was a "bang" sound behind him, and something fell in the snow.
Chen Song's heart tightened for a moment, and when he looked back, he saw the man lying in the snow, with layers of snow covering him.
The dark night was brilliant under the fireworks, and the people lying in the snow looked extremely desolate.
All the lively reunions have nothing to do with him. Lying quietly like this, he will be swallowed up by this ruthless snowy night in just one night.
Chen Song ran to the man and shook him: "Hey, are you okay?"
The person lying on the ground looked extremely painful, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. He grabbed the corner of Chen Song's clothes and squeezed them tightly, sobbing hoarsely: "Don't leave me... Mom... I have no home, no home. Don't leave me..."
Chen Song's heart ached. The snow that fell between the man's brows melted into water, but it could not dissolve his sorrow.
The sad man looked just like when he was homeless.
Not out of pity, but out of empathy.
Chen Song took him back to the rental house.
This is the end of the first semester of freshman year.
Chen Song rented a small, shabby house outside the school to make it convenient for him to go out to work.
The rental apartment was in a run-down old neighborhood. Walking through a narrow alley, one entered a building. The small room was on the second floor, about ten square meters, and although the decor was spotless, it was very neat. Chen Song placed the man on the bed.
The man's clothes were torn and dirty, stained with mud and blood. Chen Song, a medical student, examined him and found only superficial abrasions, not serious, but numerous and scattered all over his body. It was difficult to treat through his clothes, so Chen Song simply stripped him.
The man's body proportions are amazing, with smooth and toned muscles in his limbs, and his abdominal muscles rising and falling gently with his breathing, which is particularly sexy.
Her skin was fair and translucent, and the scars of varying sizes were left all over her body, turning her flawless beauty into a medal that showed off her charm.
Chen Song's breathing stagnated for a moment, and he blinked his thin eyelids, giving himself enough psychological hints: I'm just applying medicine, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
The man was not as cold as imagined, but warm like a flame.
The scars all over his body are shocking. I don’t know what he has been through.
The man blinked gently, woke up, and his eyes slowly focused on Chen Song's face.
The white jade skin depicts the invisible sadness between Chen Song's eyebrows and eyes, like a fragile piece of white porcelain.
Her brows were slightly wrinkled, and her misty eyes were filled with melancholy and a bit of helplessness that was difficult to detect.
The fragile white porcelain should be worshipped as reverently as a precious god, but the innocence and innocence of the mortal world make men want to desecrate and smash the white porcelain for no reason.
The man grabbed Chen Song's hand and pulled him in front of him, and the two of them were very close.
Chen Song lost his balance, his knees pressed against the man's legs, his upper body fell on the man's chest, and his lips brushed against the silver necklace on the man's neck.
"Who are you?" A man's low and magnetic voice fell above his head.
Chen Song's heartbeat quickened. He propped up his upper body, distanced himself from him, and met the man's half-closed eyes: "Chen Song... uh, since you fainted, I'll take you..."
The man's eyelids moved slightly, and he smiled softly. Beneath his sharp and cold face, his smile was so beautiful.
Chen Song was lost in thought for a moment, and a flower bloomed silently in his heart.
The two looked at each other, invisible fireworks exploded between their eyes, and the next moment, the man lifted up his upper body and kissed her.
Chen Song's eyes widened, his mind went blank, and his heart was beating wildly.
The man licked the prey on his lips affectionately, and gradually penetrated between his lips and teeth.
Chen Song pushed the man away violently, feeling dizzy all over. He lowered his head and said incoherently: "I... I..."
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