Chapter 34

When it was near the middle of winter, the two people originally slept in separate rooms, and the boy climbed onto the man's warm mattress night after night. Naked slimy body, greedy demands. Lava like to blot out the sun, the passion of the dust network, incinerated the texture, baking the marrow. Sweat, trickle-down from the cold vein is squeezed out, upside down, collision, oppression, rolling, eating heart and bone through and intertwine.

 Mu Yao's mood has been basically stable, but love trance, the wisp of melancholy between the pale brow, lingering for a long time. Sometimes, when he was clearly speaking, he would turn around and see a strange palpitation in his eyes, calling him back to his senses, and a soft smile would break on the boy's face, like a frost blowing through a window.

 Happened to take out a few days of leisure, on the eve of the final exam, concise accompanied Mu Yao to a trip to Hokkaido. The two men followed Sapporo's long, gray-blue sunset trails, stop-and-go, to the Tobetsu Hell Valley.

 There are not many tourists, the wooden trestle road is covered with snow, the surface is crystal clear, there is no trace of trampling, like a beauty just out of the bath, lazy and delicate stretch rich arms, pulling them close to the 450 meters of the volcanic site.

 As the sky darkened, the beauty of the scene was gradually replaced by the increasingly heavy smell of sulfur in the air. The snow-capped mountains and jungles, all around, occasionally exposed red rock, burning like a soldering iron. The valley is full of green and scarlet magma layers, billowing white fog roaring out of the gray and yellow crevices, Wolf smoke everywhere desolate and ferocious.

 Concise see the boy frowning around, smiled: "said you won't like, must come."

 "If you are here, you must see." Mu Yao depressed way, pull concise back, this place really worthy of the name.

 The fields were silent, and I did not know which bird was moaning in the distant mountains. Mu Yao shrank his neck, pulled his coat and hat tight: "Go, go."

 Jianming laughed and hugged him tightly on the shoulder: "Since it is called the Hell Valley, of course there will be no vibrant scenery, specially picked this time to come, and I am afraid of it."

 "I'm not scared. I just feel sick, cold and hungry." The boy complained, picking up his pace.

 "... You seem to have eaten a lot of snacks in the car." Expose him simply and unceremoniously.

 "Do you know the heat consumption in cold weather? No common sense at all." Mu Yao righteously refuted.

 Jianming smiled: "I know, after dinner and then pick and choose, you will throw your bag of snacks into the sewer."

 "Ok, throw them away and buy new ones, they're getting tired of eating anyway." Travel, of course, is eating and playing, who is like you?" The boy smiled and lectured, the red tip of his nose being steamed by the hot air coming out of his mouth: "The sewer here is actually bubbling hot, like a horror movie."

 "The ground is full of active volcanoes, not hot or cold?" Concise joke he: "The state of mind is not balanced, look everywhere is the same horror movie."

 "Well, then you're the monster in the movie." The boy took the opportunity to squeeze him.

 "Is it? Monsters seem to eat children." Jane grabbed a handful of snow and put it into the boy's scarf as a gesture: "Small remote Sashimi, it must taste good."

 "Ah! Monsters eat people! Run for your life!!" The boy ran forward with a loud cry, concise followed with a smile, and the two people playing and chasing in the ice and snow ran out of a layer of hot sweat breathlessly, and the fine snow danced and swirled.

 When the two of them laughed and returned to the ancient hot spring hotel built on the mountain, it was just 5 PM, but the day was already completely dark, a strange quiet world.

 "Going out in this?" Mu Yao see Jane changed into the hotel bathrobe, also took a piece in the body.

 "HMM." Concise tie up the clothes and bring it over, to the boy's skirt change position: "The custom here is left top right bottom."

 "Why all the fuss? It's a hassle." The boy opened his hand and waited for someone to serve him.

 Jane was about to speak when the phone rang like a bean. She pulled the knot of the boy's clothes tight and went to answer it.

 The Japanese pay special attention to the details, and the elevator doors and pillars of the hotel are painted with intricate and elegant flower patterns, and the rooms are the same. Mu Yao wandering around watching, overheard concise talk to each other about the last 下o director's name, not by heart, see him hang up the phone and ask: "That 下o XX, is the last time to Lingbo resort that 下o director?" What happened to him?"

 "Well, it's him, demoted, put on probation. Mayor Gao's group of people, this time a lot of people stepped down, his seat is basically suspended." Jian asked, "You care about that, too? How do you remember the surname Shaw?"

 "That 下o XX is not a good person, obscene very," Mu Yao feel happy, but immediately wake up: "Mayor high is not your confidant? Is it bad for you that his people are gone?" Vaguely uneasy, he asked, "Mayor Li is Lu Sen's man, right?" Did they have anything to do with these people stepping down?"

 "Where are the real cronies in the officialdom? The next batch today and the next batch tomorrow are just mutual benefits in the safe range, and it has nothing to do with coming to power or going out of power." He was more interested in another question: "What's so creepy about 下o?" Huh? "

 "No, I just feel like he's babbling." Mu Yao hurriedly play sloppy eyes.

 "Oh, is he babbling to you?" Keep it simple and feel free to continue.

"No, I'm tired of hearing him babble." Mu Yao prevaricated perfunctory.

 Jianming pulls up the suitcase and locks it, turning back: "After dinner, come back to sleep first, and then soak in hot springs after twelve o 'clock."

 'Yes. Huh? ! Why so late? " The boy raised his voice in surprise: "How can you go on to sleep after eating a full meal?"

 Concise glance at him: "It is better to delay, lest someone 'nags' again and make you' upset '."

 'You! Mu Yao big eyes, there is such a person?

 "You what you? Concise opened the door to let him go out together, cold said: "Stay in the party downgrade? Dismissal and prosecution are more or less the same."

 Mu Yao began to look at the sky with his eyes.

 Here, the hot spring is called "soup", and the indoor is filled with "soup pools" of different sizes and effects. Two people after bathing, Mu Yao in the "high temperature soup", "sulfur soup" such as the pool turned a circle, can not wait to pull concise to go outside.

 Pushing open the door with four red characters on the west side that read "open-air wind Lu", the snowflakes came all over the sky, and the cold wind in the middle of winter in Hokkaido swept the bare skin, which made people instinctively hesitate and simply pushed him out. The door to the pool, is a snow-paved channel, even if not long, also cold people's feet pain a jump, two people quickly ran into the hot spring, Qi Qi relieved.

 "It was so cool." Muyao comfortable sigh, stretch out the limbs soaked in hot spring water, the cold immediately subsided, the stimulation of hot and cold alternates, so that the blood vessels of the whole body to relax, the whole pool mist filled, like the fairy world as attractive deep, soft incarnation.

 Great masses of fluffy snow were falling, and the boughs and stones by the pool were covered with white, and the moon was large and vague in the mist, hanging in a deep blue sky with a pale green edge. It's like a beautiful, mysterious 19th-century European romantic painting.

 "Changbai Mountain hot spring is also said to be good, but I have never been there." Jane leaned against the pool and squinted.

 "Don't go to the hot spring next time, go somewhere else."

 "HMM."

 "How about Xinjiang?"

 "HMM."

 "Tibet is also good, how about going to Tibet next year?"

 "HMM."

 "What's your favorite place to go?"

 "HMM."

 "..." Mu Yao finally realized that he was talking to himself, immediately angry very, this guy made him run out in the middle of the night just like a thief, he was good, a water to sleep, waste his half-day expression. So he grinds his teeth and gently walks around, sticking out his claws with a smile.

 "Uh... What are you doing?"

 "What do you say..."

 "You're crazy... In public..."

 "... And now... No one..."

 "............"

 "... Well..."

 "............"

 "... Ah..."

 "What are you... Leprechaun..."

 "Don't you... Errrm... Don't like it?"

 "Of course... Yes."

 Warm and melting pool water, shy heating up boiling, trickling stream and flying snow, unwilling to be lonely, hiding in half cover, want to refuse to welcome, thick water fog pulled up the screen, quietly, eagerly, sentimental, in the cold winter lonely wilderness, deeply affectionate, tell each other.

 "Small Yao, still very sad?" In the soft mattress room that night, he stroked the same soft black hair of the boy beside him.

 "No, very happy." The boy's cheeks went deep into his arms. "Because... You."

 The students of the finance institute finally ushered in the annual winter vacation, Mu Yao to discuss with concise, want to go back to S city to sell the old house. Perhaps if you abandon the place of return, you can cut off all hidden thoughts.

 These things can be entrusted to others, concise is not in favor of Mu Yao back, he recently really can not spare the time. It was always worrying for the boy to return alone to that gloomy environment. But Mu Yao physical and emotional this period of time are significantly better, and unrelentingly determined to go, he can not be entangled, no longer insist.

 So soon after the holiday, Mu Yao returned to S City. The old house was just as it had been when he had left it, empty and dead, except that it was covered with white ash. His personal belongings were largely abandoned, except for one or two musical scores and a few photo albums.

 Mu Yao back to his room, open the desk before the drawer, inside are some old things, in fact, there is no need to pick up, the process of checking like an animal molting, difficult and bitter, even a small piece of broken wood chips, can provoke prolonged worry.

 Mu Yao is going to close the drawer and leave, the new owner of the house is almost there, only waiting for him to receive the keys. But suddenly saw a childhood only a fairy tale selection, shabby and furry spine below, faintly exposed a yellowish paper sharp Angle.

 Mu Yao lips smile, only with this sharp Angle, he can clearly remember that this is the only piece of paper he got at that time, Mu Harrier Yi brought back from the orchestra. On that sunny summer afternoon, sitting under the banyan tree, she personally used it to fold a paper airplane for him, and the airplane thus avoided the tragic fate of being sunk into the pond in front of the door by this extraordinary birth.

 Mu Yao gently lifted the book, as if afraid of a curtain of light dream, the yellow paper plane, lying in the depths of the drawer, the paper has become simply soft, pinch in the fingers cool thin and empty. Mu Yao suddenly frown, carefully open the plane, the fuselage is not obvious uplift and stains, intuition let him suspect.

 As a result, the brittle and thin pieces of paper have broken, and on the table covered with the yellow wreckage of the aircraft, a folded tightly exposed, light pink paper block, like the first cold plum blossom of the dead branch head, swaying the blurred mysterious color of the shadow. That's... his handwriting... Russen's... phone number. It was... the last secret game she asked him to play.