Chapter 128: You can’t handle it at your age…
In the desert, it always gets dark late. At seven o'clock in the evening, the clouds were stretching out tenderly, and the western sky was just the right shade of red. However, when sitting in an open-air tavern along the street, with legs stretched out over the eaves, the sunlight was still hot on the skin.
The owner of the tavern had a bright red face, and he talked about today's adventure with his old friends with great joy, "When my grandfather bought the tavern, he said it was a treasure trove. Today, it turned out to be true. I sold it for 600,000 star coins..."
Behind them, young people A were sitting in groups of three or five, each holding a bottle of ice soda.
Their eyes were wandering, and they drank soda absentmindedly, their gazes piercing through the scorching air to the pub across the street. They felt unwilling and impatient, knowing that Commander Bai had gone in and never came out, and that the person inside was most likely blond A. The more they thought about it, the more depressed they felt.
It's quite frustrating, as if the leader of the pack is eating the meat while I can't even drink the soup.
Huo Yuan passed by and slapped one of them on the back of the head to wake them up.
The young A's covered their heads, dissatisfied: "Is it not okay to take a look? It's not against the law to take a look."
Huo Yuan sneered and thought to himself, you guys actually want to get over there. It's just that the alpha has strict control over the surrounding area. Not to mention a hot-blooded alpha, even if an ant crawls in, it will be torn to pieces by the group of bionic bodyguards armed with live ammunition.
Huo Yuan mercilessly poured cold water on him: "There's no need to watch it."
“Why?!”
"You can't control Bai Ling at your age."
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Bai Ling was lying on the table soaked with the smell of alcohol, with a chaotic world around him.
The wine rack fell down, tequila spilled all over the floor, and the air smelled intoxicating. If I inhaled it into my nose accidentally, my whole brain would start to spin. His body was stretched out in a relaxed posture, his neck raised and his line of sight facing backwards as he breathed heavily, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the clouds floating by the small window, red as fire.
…Oh my God, it feels like a dream.
Having sex with the old monarch in front of the wine rack in the small warehouse?
No matter how absurd the spring dream is, it is just like this.
The cargo box at my feet was filled with fresh lemons, and tinplate bottle caps of glass soda could be easily stepped on on the ground.
The work boots kicked twice in the air and were finally kicked off with a trembling sound. The action was so undignified, but he had no choice because his alpha knew the priorities and made his toes cramp in his shoes uncontrollably, going back and forth, which was too tiring.
“No socks.”
This man took a look at him and actually had the leisure to scold him.
Bai Ling said casually: "It's just one foot, what's there to wear?"
He ignored the man's slightly frowned brow and looked down. His shirt and trousers were still intact - this beast in human clothing.
Yu Chen felt his lower back drop and the prosthetic limb clamped around his waist. The bird raised its eyebrows provocatively and kicked his buttocks and legs, which were tense when he exerted force, with its heels.
The meaning is obvious. Translated into Commander Bai's common phrase, it means "Hurry up!"
Yu Chen raised the corners of his lips and analyzed: "You are in a good mood today."
"Maybe I'm too tired..." Bai Ling lay on the table, looking at the ventilation window above his head. In order to prevent thieves, the windows in the warehouse were made narrow and small. The light coming through them was cut into thin diamonds, shining obliquely on the mermaid's face.
Blindingly bright.
Bai Ling raised his hand and made a video frame gesture, framing the mermaid's face. Through this small square, he saw an inharmonious picture: jewel earrings worth hundreds of millions, a pampered face, a well-maintained body, everything was out of tune with the chaotic background.
He shouldn't be here.
But here he is.
Bai Ling suddenly raised his hand, hooked the mermaid's neck skillfully, stared at his lower lip for two seconds, took a bite, and said wantonly and casually:
"I'm exhausted from the work. I need to reward myself by using you."
Use you, reward me.
His voice was cold and he retained his dominance at work even during this intercourse.
As a rotten mermaid, Yu Chen is almost immune to all poisons, but Bai Ling seems to be the poison for his symptoms. He had no choice but to let go of his restraint and do whatever he wanted during the day.
He stretched out his arm, grabbed a bottle of soda, and finally opened the can with his fingernails shaking twice. With a "sizzle" sound, rich and dense foam came up. Bai Ling took a sip, then turned around and fed the liquid to the old man's thin lips.
Yu Chen tasted it and it tasted like saccharin.
Bai Ling said: "My waist is broken, I'll take a break first, you keep working."
The bird's gesture doesn't seem like flirting, but more like adding diesel to the engine under its crotch. A pat on the back, with a feeling of encouragement, and a sip of soda, with a little sweetness.
Yu Chen chuckled, dragged him away from the table, and held him upright.
Bai Ling's expression froze, and his voice came out from between his trembling teeth. He cursed fiercely, "Fuck!" His back was like a poplar tree blown by the wind, rigidly straight, and then trembling uncontrollably. He tensed his neck and the man came over to gnaw at his throat, he bent his back and the man sunk his fangs into the back of his neck.
When he lost control to the extreme, his entire right leg fell off with a clang and hit the ground. He cursed in his heart, "Damn it, damn it, if it weren't for you, I would have been shot by him."
Yu Chen asked sincerely: "Don't say the stop word?"
Bai Ling gave him a cold middle finger.
Having squandered all his energy, Bai Ling walked into the small bathroom in the warehouse with a frivolous step in the messy twilight.
He turned on the light, filled a basin with water from the low tap and poured it over himself.
It was dark all around, with only the light in the toilet on. He squatted there, adapting to the low faucet, washing his body alone, his back arched like a keel. When washing the white hair, bend your neck deeply to reveal the delicate lines.
Yu Chen pulled over a chair, sat down, and sat at the door of the toilet.
He was like an audience member of a one-man show, with his long legs folded, the pleats of his trousers long and sharp, and his posture meticulous and impeccable. The light from the toilet was reflected on the ground, and the shadow extended to his feet. He stepped on the light, as if he was controlling something under his feet.
After Bai Ling rinsed her hair, she glanced through the scattered hair and accidentally met those green eyes. His heart beat faster and he subconsciously reached out to close the door.
"Put it there and let me see it." Yu Chen said.
Unsurprisingly imperative.
Bai Ling stammered, stole a glance at the chair, silently took a clean towel and covered his broken leg, "What's so good about it..."
The mermaid propped up her elbows, resting her fingertips on her temples, and curled her lips nonchalantly:
"This is the VIP seat, with an exclusive view."
He was jealous again.
Bai Ling thought about the long-lasting alpha watching today, and then looked at himself, the A, and indulged the mermaid's dominating behavior.
Not only did he indulge her, he also threw the towel over, stood up on one leg against the wall, and said coldly:
"Bring me my parts."
Yu Chen raised his eyebrows: "What parts?"
"Prosthetic limbs."
The mermaid smiled and handed him the prosthetic limb. She also put her arm around his waist and kissed his forehead: "Here you go, little robot."
I changed into clean long pants and long sleeves. The temperature outside was just starting to drop, but the wind was still hot, making me feel tired and itchy. Bai Ling couldn't resist the temptation, so he sat on the bench covered with colorful cushions and lay in Yu Chen's arms for a while.
When you look at something at a slant, you see dates at a slant.
Bai Ling silently read out the time on the floating screen opposite: April 30th, 11:05 pm.
The dates are uniform, but the seasons in different places vary depending on the planet and latitude. On the capital star, it has just entered spring, but on the wild star, they have already stepped into summer.
April 30
Bai Ling recited it again, but what emerged in his mind was the musty rainy season on the capital planet twenty years later. In his previous life, he died at the end of April and was unable to cross the rainy season and enter summer.
He looked up absentmindedly and saw the blue wind chimes and dream catcher hanging under the eaves. He muttered to himself, "It's already summer..."
"What's wrong?" Yu Chen turned his eyes away.
Bai Ling sat up, the thin blanket sliding down his shoulders, he hugged his legs tightly, and a complicated smile appeared on his face:
“This is the summer of my dreams.”
He began to talk in a rambling manner, a little crazy, "In the summer...making love with the person you love, eating fruit, drinking, sitting on the sun-heated floor of a tavern, I have been thinking about it for a long time..." I have been thinking about it for a lifetime, "Do you understand this feeling?"
Yu Chen touched his head and said softly, "I understand, I understand everything."
April 30 is his memorial day.
The mermaid stroked his back and said gently, "You have come to summer."
Bai Ling slowly raised his eyes. The lights of the town were lit up on the opposite hillside, like stars, connecting with the Milky Way in the distance. "It's so beautiful..."
He suddenly looked up and saw the ceiling light, then he smiled and happily leaned on Yu Chen's shoulder, "We have lights too."
He also has a home.
Yu Chen listened to his disordered breathing, but did not turn around to investigate, nor did he touch his wet face. He just asked about his evening activities as usual:
"Want to play chess?"
"Here?" She tried to control her nasal voice. "It's too late."
"I'll stay with you until after midnight."
Stay with him until May and let him feel at ease.
Yu Chen turned around and gestured to the bionic man in the distance, asking him to go to the boat to get the chessboard. He glanced at Bai Ling's bare ankles and added an order:
"Get a pair of socks. Get new ones from my cloakroom."
After getting the things, he caught the bird in his arms, put on socks on it half-forcefully and half-coaxingly, then pressed it into the corner of the bench and kissed it for a while, kissing away the little female's sad mood.
He took Bai Ling's self-esteem into consideration and pretended not to notice that the bird was wiping his face with the back of his hand behind his back. He just waited silently for the other party to calm down and set up the chessboard together.
Bai Ling curled his toes in his socks and walked away unnaturally. He turned his back to the man and pretended to be calm and asked:
"I'll get you something to drink. What would you like?"
"You decide."
Bai Ling walked to the bar and opened the glass cabinet. "Okay, then tell me, what kind of wine have you drunk before?"
“Lemon cactus wine.”
“Is it delicious?”
“So-so.”
Bai Ling skillfully flipped open the label and took out four or five bottles of wine, "Why don't I make you a drink?"
Yu Chen was surprised and smiled: "You can also mix drinks?"
"Yeah, I was a drunkard for a while." He searched the counter and saw plenty of ingredients such as lemons, mint, and milk. It was obvious that the pub owner was doing good business.
There were eggs in the refrigerator. Bai Ling took one out at random, sat on the high stool at the bar, and beat the eggs with one hand. The smooth egg liquid fell into his mouth from the slightly cool eggshell. He wiped his lips and swallowed it.
Swallowing raw eggs, this savage bird.
Looking back and finding the gloomy gaze, Bai Ling shrugged and explained calmly:
"We couldn't make a fire when we were on the march, so we ate this way."
Eat raw eggs, raw meat, and if you're lucky, you can get some rum during festivals. Add eggs and milk, stirring in batches until the liquid produces rich foam, and a cup of sticky and smooth eggnog is ready.
It is usually drunk during Christmas.
But today is his anniversary, and sitting with old friends is worth a glass of eggnog.
Yu Chen took the eggnog and raised his glass with Bai Ling.
Picking up the chess pieces, this game of chess is no longer as quick and decisive as before, but rather long and slow. They were originally sitting face to face, but as the game was going on, the bird moved the chessboard horizontally and sat on their side.
Yu Chen wrapped the bird with a small blanket, and the two of them took turns playing chess while chatting casually.
Perhaps, the ultimate enjoyment in life is not fame, wealth and power, but hiding under the eaves of the house with evening lights on on a windy night. His lover complains that it is so cold and says they will hug each other for a while before going home.
I looked up and it was 12:06.
The day that overcame misfortune.
Bai Ling's tense nerves relaxed. He felt Yu Chen pinching his palms under the blanket, and soft words fell into his ears:
"Don't be afraid, I'm with you."
Bai Ling's breath choked, and he suddenly grasped the mermaid's hand, refusing to let go.
I am with you. For someone like him who has wasted his entire life, the weight of these words is far more valuable than a confession.
The little robot came over to collect the cups. Next to the chessboard, only a light foam remained in the glass of eggnog.
Bai Ling turned around to glance at the time, then glanced at the cup, slightly surprised:
"You like eggnog? I'll make it for you next time."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but stretch out his prosthetic limb and sit on Yu Chen.
The little female who was trying to build a nest had a sense of overdrawn softness in all her bones, and when she came close, her lower abdomen felt hot and tight. He rubbed the gloomy neck, and turned his eyes with a cunning look:
"But, next time it won't be this egg."
Yu Chen hugged his baby, leaned back on the cushion, and asked with a lazy smile: "What kind of egg is it?"
Bai Ling rested his head on his shoulder and scratched the old man's chin with his knuckles. Seeing this guy squinting his eyes in enjoyment, he curved his lips and said:
"My eggs."
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