Chapter 28

 The No. 1 Hospital in the City is always crowded with people, and the queue at the registration desk spreads outside the gate. Jia Jinping happened to know the dean here, so he made a phone call and personally came down and took five people to the genetic medicine department on the eighth floor. Mu Yao followed Lu Sen until Jian Ming pressed the cotton ball and left the blood-drawing window, staring at him silently.

 "Go, 下oyao." Lu Sen patted him on the shoulder.

 Mu Yao walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and passed his arm through the narrow glass window, watching the nurse skillfully tie the tape, disinfect, and insert the needle. The scarlet liquid was slowly drawn out from the inner bend of the elbow, so extremely gorgeous. Color does not allow for any ambiguity or hesitation. Is that the test tube at the edge of the sampling box containing the simple blood? The same bright red color is dazzling. If the label is changed, will it all end?

 After Mu Yao finished drawing blood, he returned to Lu Sen. Mu Yaoyi stood quietly by the window and Jian Ming stood in the middle. He didn't want to take another look at these two people. Indescribable disgust and hatred surged in his heart, which made him choke. Out of breath.

 Jian Ming received the test receipt and came over: "Go home."

 "Mr. Lu, I'm going to stay at your house for two days. I haven't seen YY for a long time." Mu Yao said directly to Lu Sen without looking at the conciseness.

 "In this way..." Lu Sen did not reply directly to him but looked at Jian Ming.

 The man looked at him: "下oyao, don't be like this. Let's talk about it when we go home."

 "We'll talk about it later. I want to go and hang out with YY for two days." Mu Yao turned away.

 Jian Jian closed his eyes as if suppressing his emotions, and when he opened them again, everything was calm. Without any further persuasion, he directly picked up Mu Yao's waist and walked to the elevator entrance. The door happened to open, and he went in and pressed the button for the parking lot on the first floor. Mu Yao watched the two heavy stainless steel doors slowly closing. Suddenly he was so exhausted that he never moved again.

 Until he parked the car downstairs in Xiyuan, the boy remained motionless. What was the point of moving? He always went to some inexplicable places. If he didn't move, someone would chase him for something, in various forms and reasons. , forcing him to submit, the outcome will be the same, his own will is nothing but a waste.

 When he walked in, the cold sweat of the boy in his arms had soaked into Jian Jian's arms, so he carried him directly into the bathroom, placed him on the soft chair inside, and filled the bathtub with water. The sound of water flowed, and Jian Jing stood facing the wall. Mu Yao sat by the door, with his left cheek pressed against the cold porcelain tiles. Just last night, this was their place of fun... Why should he be forced to come back, why should he be forced to face him? Unbearable about it all?

 "Your clothes are wet, let's take a shower first..." Jian Jing turned off the water looked at Mu Yao and said. The boy still maintained the position where he sat him down and did not answer.

 Jian Ming hesitated for a while, then walked over and bent down to pick him up, helped him unbutton his clothes, and took off his wet clothes. The boy was like an obedient child, obediently letting him do what he did until he took off his underwear and Jian Ming let him go. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub: "Quickly wash up and come out to eat something." He turned around and wanted to go out.

 At that moment, Mu Yao was like a doll that had been stuck and suddenly came alive again. He grabbed the man's sleeve and said, "Don't leave."

 Jian Ming turned around to look at him, and the boy chuckled hoarsely, like the mournful crow of jackdaws at dusk in a cemetery covered with grass. What was flowing between his white teeth and bright eyes was the enchanting spring scenery: "Why don't you just take off your clothes?" He stood up and leaned in front of the man, took Jian Jian's hand and put it between his tender legs, and asked in a soft voice: "You The place you have touched so many times...why don't you touch it now? Huh? Don't you like it?"

 Jian Jian retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted, frowned, and walked out. Mu Yao took two steps back, got in front of him, and leaned against the door. He took off his underwear and stared provocatively at Jian Jian who turned away: "What are you hiding from? Is there any place on my body that you haven't seen or touched?" ?" Then he walked up to the man naked and hugged the man's neck. He opened his legs and wrapped his arms around the other man's waist. His naked lower body pressed against the man's crotch and rubbed ambiguously: "Don't you want to fuck me? Huh? You don't want to. Do you want it?"

 Jian Jian's breathing was heavy for a moment, but the eyes staring at him were full of haze: "Do you want me to do this? If you are willing, I don't mind continuing to touch you. Now I will nail you to the bed and fuck you hard. Do you think I can't do it?" The man held his pretty buttocks with one hand and unzipped his pants with the other, leaving only a thick layer of thin cotton. He thrust hard against his private parts like fierce intercourse: "Or do you think it's just that? Is this position more comfortable here?"

 Mu Yao glared at Jian Ming in disbelief. The man met his gaze without moving, and then asked: "Then what? After you are done, will you avoid me like you avoided your mother? Find a corner by yourself to complain about everything and everyone. Why not die?!"

 The two of them faced each other fiercely like enemies, refusing to give in an inch. The tightly fitting lower body, however, escaped from the master's will, and spontaneously and consciously heated up rapidly, screaming for the lingering love that made people want to die.

 Mu Yao's legs which had been crossed for a long time slid unsteadily, and the weight suddenly fell on the other person's hard erection facing him. The unexpected impact, the fatal ecstasy, made Jian Jing groan, and he gritted his teeth and pulled away. The boy, who was already confused and infatuated, was put into the bathtub filled with water.

 The man's voice was forbearing and hard, hoarse and forced out of his throat: "Don't hate me...and don't hate yourself...it wasn't us who were wrong..."

 Mu Yao looked up. Jian Ming was holding onto the wall with his back to him, standing by the door with his head bowed. This lonely posture appeared for the first time on this proud man. He suddenly felt a heart-wrenching sadness and closed his eyes tremblingly. On the eyes.

 "Don't wash for too long." The bathroom door was gently closed.

 When Mu Yao came out, Jian Ming was leaning on the deck chair on the terrace and smoking. He must have just taken a shower. His wet black hair was dripping with crystal water under the umbrella. Mu Yao went back to the bathroom to find a dry towel, slowly walked over, and put it on the man's hair, gently wiping him with his familiar movements, stiff and bitter: "I'm sorry..."

 Jian Ming stretched out his hand to pull him over and asked him to sit on the chair next to him. A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Don't ever say these three words to me."

 He did not look at Mu Yao, his eyes kept falling in the distance where the sky and the earth meet. The gray-blue smoke flowed from his slender fingers, soft and gentle, lingering like incense on the man's elegant and calm eyebrows: "If You are in pain. My pain is no less than yours. Do you think I am unconscious?" Jian Ming smiled and took a deep breath of a cigarette: "It's just my reaction to the pain, not crying." He turned around and stroked the boy with a smile. face: "Actually, I envy you, little brat..."

 "You're just a little brat!" Mu Yao said naggingly. He knew that the man was not wrong. He was also ignorant and was beaten by fate... But the dark hatred in his heart vented on him regardless. It's just because the man loves him, dotes on him, and will never hurt him no matter what...won't...abandon him...

 Mu Yao suppressed her tears and knelt, tilting her head to rest on the man's lap: "...I feel so uncomfortable...Jane...don't leave me...don't abandon me..."

 "Silly boy..." The man stroked his soft hair and said warmly: "No... You don't even think about running away... 下oyao, there is no use in escaping. Be strong and promise me."

 "Well..." the boy smiled: "I won't run away. You haven't taken me on a trip yet, so I can't take it easy on you!" He raised a bright smile: "We can go out to play when we have time in the future, okay?"

 The man smiled and pinched the tip of his nose and said softly: "Okay..."

 In the past, looking at each other like this would always lead to tender kisses, lingering and lingering, or intense... But today... there is only the thin line of sight that is helplessly intertwined... both of them. Realizing this, Jian Ming turned his head aside, and Mu Yao suddenly said in a mocking tone: "By the way, I haven't played the xun to you yet. I've been talking about it for so long that I forgot about it. Do you want to hear it now?"

 "Okay." The man smiled, watching the boy's slender figure running briskly into the room, taking out the small black pottery jar and leaning against him, a little shyly: "Don't laugh at me if you don't play well."

 Jian Ming smiled and said, "That's okay. I've always been honest with you."

 Mu Yao opened his lips and smiled, not arguing with him. He slowly raised the gun in his hand to his lips, and his beautiful long eyelashes closed slightly. The smile on Jian Ming's face gradually disappeared.

 As a result, the ancient, simple, desolate, and sorrowful sound flowed endlessly from the boy's beautiful lips, lingering under the warm autumn sun, echoing in the vast sky, distant and sad, like the swan song of nature...

 It is an indescribable sadness, a sadness that points directly to people's hearts. It is a sound that makes people cry for no reason. It is soothing and charming. It reaches the ultimate beauty with sadness. It does not deliberately tell the suffering but makes you feel as if you are there. Be there and experience the sufferings you have never experienced before...

 The boy's slender figure is alone under the blue sky, showing a focused tranquility, neither angry nor complaining, but revealing an all-embracing desolation...

 Mu Yaoyi and YY both called the day before. Jian Jian looked at Mu Yao's cell phone and turned off the power. The phone lines at home were also unplugged. Except for the aunt who came to cook, Xiyuan was isolated from the outside world. Unable to deal with everything outside.

 The two of them talked and laughed together for two days, seemingly as usual. They both carefully maintained this stalemate relationship and carefully guarded the precarious balance. It's just that after talking so much and laughing so much, it seems to make me more lonely. The more lonely I am, the more I talk...

 The next afternoon, when it was time to get the results, Jian Jian asked Mu Yao whether he should wait at home or go to the hospital to get them together. The boy said calmly, "I'll go with you. There's no point in hiding. Didn't you say that?"

 When the car arrived at the basement, Jian Ming was about to open the door when Mu Yao said, "There's no need for the two of us to run. I'll just go get it. You wait here."

 Jian Ming looked at him unexpectedly: "It's okay, you wait in the car, I'll go."

 "No, don't you want me to be stronger?" The boy smiled nonchalantly: "I can do it by myself. It's just a few steps. I'll come back after you take it. You wait for me." He opened the car door and ran up.

 Jian Ming watched the running figure pass through the security door, light a cigarette, open the car window, and slowly smoke it. Before he was halfway through, he saw the boy running out as if being chased by a ghost. He was so frightened that he immediately opened the car door to welcome him out. : "What's wrong?"

 As soon as he finished speaking, the boy who rushed in front of him bounced into his arms like a flying football. He was panting so hard that he couldn't speak clearly. He only held the appraisal report in front of his eyes with trembling hands: "Look...look... "

 Jian Ming frowned and looked, clearly printed in black and white, the DNA test result: 100% unrelated, not father and son.