After the Prado drove onto the winding mountain road, a light drizzle immediately fell from the clear sky.
Ye Kai was wearing Chen Youhan's coat, which was one size larger than his, and curled up sleepily in the passenger seat. The car was air-conditioned, and he was wrapped in his clothes, looking listless and obedient. Chen Youhan was not driving fast, and was distracted by shaking his hand, which was cold.
"It's swollen." Ye Kai adjusted his sitting position subtly, frowning, with the redness at the corners of his eyes still lingering, looking a little pitiful. He spoke with a nasal tone and added, "It's inflamed."
Chen Youhan glanced at him and said, "You are useless."
It's just two fingers, and they're swollen. How can I survive when I get to the hotel?
"You are so cruel."
Chen Youhan felt even more innocent. Apart from his verbal skills, where else was he not holding back? He looked like he wanted to go to the extreme but didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of hurting or scaring him.
He thought about it for a moment and asked casually, "Is Lucas not doing well?"
His face suddenly felt hot. Ye Kai closed his eyes, feeling desperate. At this point, he really felt that he had let Lucas down, and he was not even worthy of being friends with Lucas anymore. He could not slander someone behind his back, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and respond, "...He can do it, he can do it."
Chen Youhan clenched his hands tightly around the steering wheel. It took him two seconds to calm down from the shock and jealousy he felt at that moment. He said calmly, "We are on the mountain now, don't provoke me."
Ye Kai was speechless: "You should ask it yourself!"
"You're praising me just because I asked you a question? Can't you make up a few words to lie to me?"
Damn, that’s so fierce.
Ye Kai said angrily: "Why are you so loud!"
Chen Youhan was so excited that he breathed rapidly. He closed his lips and took a few breaths before he said in a low and calm voice, "I'm sorry, I'm jealous."
Ye Kai spoke hoarsely, and before he could make any expression on his face, he suddenly pulled his clothes over his head to cover his head.
In the darkness, he pursed his lips tightly, but a smile still sneaked out little by little.
She took a deep breath to adjust her mood. When she pulled down her clothes, she had regained her expressionless state and said coldly, "We are just playing around. Why are you jealous?"
Chen Youhan put his hand on the window sill to cover the corner of his lips, hiding his subtle smile, and said seriously: "That makes sense. In that case, you'd better let me have a good time when we go to the hotel."
They are all chatting nonsense, and every word, tone and sentence is trying to provoke the other party. They are already walking on the tightrope of the sea of desire, and they wish they could fall off the cliff in the next second, entangled in the pleasure of being on the verge of death, and then say love again and again.
Outside the window, gentle hills are stacked one after another, Yi villages are scattered on the hilltops, and fields are cut along the undulating mountain curves. Under the cliff, the muddy water of the Jinsha River roars, and the sea of clouds spreads very low over the blue treetops, drifting towards the white Shika Snow Mountain under the distant skyline.
Ye Kai didn't even ask Chen Youhan where he was taking him.
Three hours later, the rain stopped and the car drove down the winding mountain road and slid smoothly into the black straight asphalt road in the plain. The clouds were so low that they seemed to be almost touching the ground. In the chaotic light of light and darkness, the villages gradually became denser, and the fields on both sides were full of fiery red wolfsbane flowers. The black Tibetan pigs were not afraid of the cars and ran around on the ground with their noses arched.
A tall blue sign points to Shangri-La.
Ye Kai woke up from his doze, his butt was a little numb from sitting. He opened his eyes and woke up for a while, then tilted his head to look at Chen Youhan's profile.
He has high brow bones, a straight nose, and deep eye sockets. Even when he looks at people casually, he makes people feel weak in the knees. It's not because of fear, but the dual effects of the aggression of a natural superior and male hormones. Just by being casually glanced at, you may have already thought about which position to use when having sex with him.
He knew since he was a child that Chen Youhan was very handsome, and his aesthetic taste was first awakened by Chen Youhan.
His sleepy eyes moved silently from the jawline to the lips.
Chen Youhan pursed the corner of his lips lightly: "Let's see what the charges are."
Ye Kai also laughed and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek: "Are you tired? Do you want me to drive instead?"
"We're almost there." Chen Youhan took his hand, intertwined their fingers, raised them to her lips, and kissed the back of his hand.
The car drove into Shangri-La City, drove along the Dukezong Ancient Town for a while, turned into Changzheng Avenue, and headed towards Songzanlin Temple. The streets after the rain were half dry and half wet by the last rays of the setting sun, and there were few pedestrians and cars on the street. The houses on both sides were built in the style of Tibetan watchtowers, with red, white and blue striped cloth curtains hanging outside the windows, wind horse flags on the four corners, and auspicious eight treasures painted on the door lintels and outer window eaves.
Twenty minutes later, they gradually left the city and entered the village. Now, they had to stop and start along the way, and were often blocked by herds of cattle and sheep returning home. They didn't dare to honk the horn, and it would be useless. They could only wait. The herders stood by the road holding whips and looked at them.
Chen Youhan rolled down the car window, and the evening breeze rushed in. He took out two cigarettes and threw one to Ye Kai. When he lowered his head to light the cigarette, Ye Kai also came over, and the two shared the same blue flame.
"I don't know how to learn good things, but I learn smoking and drinking quickly."
Ye Kai took two sips of the wine skillfully and calmly, looking at the flock of sheep that met them in front of him. The air was filled with the strong body odor of animals, and the bleating sounds were so annoying that it gave people a headache. He said calmly, "I smoke Davidoff, and the first car I bought was a Panamera. The person I always fall in love with is you. Because I can't meet someone, I almost forgot what it feels like to like someone. I really think I have become a bad person, all thanks to you."
Chen Youhan reached out of the window to brush off the cigarette ash, and asked indifferently and condescendingly, with a hint of sarcasm: "Lucas and I are the same type? Stop insulting me, okay?"
Ye Kai laughed: "What's wrong with you?"
Chen Youhan also looked at him and smiled nonchalantly, his eyes gentle, his elbows resting on the windowsill.
Ye Kai puffed his cigarette at him frivolously: "Mr. Chen, the way you are jealous is not very smart."
The flock of sheep finally left, and the car started slowly. Chen Youhan put out his cigarette in the ashtray in the car: "The time I was most jealous was when I saw you kissing him in the bar."
It was just a failed attempt. If he hadn't said it, Ye Kai would have almost forgotten it. Even if he read it again now, he couldn't remember the temperature and the fragrance of the flowers, the night breeze and the live music of the band.
"Where on earth did you see that?"
"Qiao Chu's place, on the second floor terrace." Chen Youhan was silent, and a tight pain passed through his heart. Soon, in the blink of an eye, "Later, I wanted to find you, and saw you and him passing by the door side by side. Do you know what I did?" Chen Youhan laughed at himself, "I hid."
Ye Kai didn't know what to say. At that time, he was serious, serious about forgetting him and starting over.
Prado was driving forward at a speed of 20 miles per hour on the gray-white cement road. After turning two intersections, a white birch tree with lush green leaves stood upright outside someone's yard like a standing stake.
After a long while, Ye Kai said, "I thought you didn't care."
"I don't care," Chen Youhan paused, finding it difficult to organize his words: "It's not that I don't care, it's that it has already happened, and I don't have the right to care. It's just that when I really saw it with my own eyes, that moment was still..." He held the steering wheel with one hand and turned a corner carelessly. He couldn't help but wipe his face with his left hand that was resting on the car window, "I would rather pretend that I'm dead."
Ye Kai was slightly startled and pinched the pipe hard.
"Why do you keep mentioning him now?"
Chen Youhan raised one corner of his lips and gave a cold and slightly evil smile: "Don't treat me as a good person." Ye Kai didn't understand.
Chen Youhan glanced at him, recovered from the familiar palpitations, and said cynically: "I am really bad, you will know it later."
Songzanlin Temple, with its row upon row of monks' buildings, is perched on the hillside. The golden roofs are bathed in the afterglow after the rain, and flocks of black red-billed crows are circling in the sky. They are birds of good fortune.
Ye Kai didn't ask Chen Youhan where he was going and left everything to him.
At the entrance of Songzanlin Temple, the lake opposite was sparkling, and many white ducks were parked on the sandbar in the middle. Tourists were scattered around, feeding the ducks while waiting for the bus out of the scenic area. The Prado turned a big bend with its back to the lake and drove towards the wilderness below the mountain. Smoke rose from the villages on both sides, and finally stopped in a group of Tibetan-style watchtower buildings.
"hotel?"
"I didn't book the Banyan Tree, but this one is okay." Chen Youhan hugged the back of his head and stared at him: "Kiss?"
She kissed him briefly, naturally.
The two men got off the car to get their backpacks, and Ye Kai discovered that the Tibetan concierge looked at them with a strangely restrained look.
They checked into the suite quickly, and a white golf cart was waiting by the roadside. The concierge put their backpacks on the seats, and the car slowly went down the bluestone-paved hillside.
The sun had completely set, and the evening breeze gently blew up Ye Kai's hair. His eyes passed through the vast blue woods and saw a few farmers returning home late.
He didn't know that Chen Youhan was looking at him, looking at him with a tenderness deeper than the attachment of birds to the evening breeze, or the attachment of the setting sun to the mountains and rivers.
The hotel's houses are all single-family, and the suite is a three-story wooden and stone tower. A kerosene lamp hangs on the porch.
The housekeeper was already waiting at the door. "Welcome, Mr. Chen, Mr. Ye." She was a Tibetan girl who spoke fluent Chinese with almost no accent. She turned around and unlocked the door with a traditional brass key. Following her through the corridor-like entrance, the traditional Tibetan living room appeared before her.
Although I have experienced Tibetan houses here and there during this period, they are obviously not as exquisite and luxurious as the one here.
The housekeeper led them on a tour and introduced the hotel's facilities and services. After a while, a little girl carrying a backpack knocked on the door and came in. Her face looked red under the warm yellow light. In the backpack were neatly stacked firewood. She squatted down in front of the fireplace and used pine torches as the base. The fire flickered and the rich and pleasant smell of pine oil slowly emanated.
The housekeeper handed the key to Chen Youhan and followed his instructions to prepare dinner. Chen Youhan held Ye Kai's hand and walked up the solid wooden stairs. The Tibetan incense filled the air. Walking up the stairs made people feel short of breath and empty in their bones. At the end, on the two-meter-wide Tibetan bed, the snow-white high-count cotton sheets were stretched without a wrinkle.
Ye Kai suddenly felt absurd and swallowed unconsciously. His eyes blurred and he was pressed against the wall by Chen Youhan. The embroidered thangka shook a little, with an intricate and solemn mandala embroidered on it.
Chen Youhan panted and smiled as he asked him, "Why does it feel like a student checking into a hotel?"
Then he picked up Ye Kai horizontally. Ye Kai hooked his neck, his eyes wet before his body.
The moment he was thrown onto the bed, he felt dizzy. He looked at Ye Kai and called him softly, "Baby, baby, Xiao Kai."
Every time he shouted, Ye Kai's heart trembled.
The desire in her eyes was deep, like a rose wet by the night dew, about to be attacked by a rainstorm in the dark night.
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