Chapter 237

No matter how much Fang Yuan hates Kunlun, he doesn't want to see him again all his life, let alone treat him as a brother -- but the boss's wife is right: everyone has his own shadow, but only Fang Yuan's shadow is Kunlun.

No one can completely abandon his shadow, that is, no longer look at the shadow.

But this does not mean that Fang Yuan will not mention Kunlun when he threatens that the flower demon had better let go of him.

Facts also proved that the flower demon was right: Fang Yuan deliberately mentioned Kunlun to her, just didn't want Kunlun to kill her.

Because he knew that no one in the world could hide from Kunlun's knife.

So when Kunlun said that he was reluctant to kill a girl like a flower demon, she smiled and whispered, "you're lying."

Kunlun didn't speak.

The flower demon said to himself, "in your heart, there is only one square, and at most there is a goat. So you won't worry about my life and death. You just see that Fang Yuan may like me more or less. You don't dare to start with me. "

Kunlun turned and left without saying another word, just like his sudden appearance and sudden departure, without any reason, perhaps without any reason.

The flower demon knew that Kunlun appeared this time to kill her.

She just told Fang Yuanming that she had given him up.

She has nothing to do with Fang Yuan anymore.

Then if Kunlun kills her, there will be no more fear.

Fortunately, she said a word: Fang Yuan likes her more or less.

That's enough.

Kunlun will not hurt the people you like, even a little.

Therefore, he immediately turned and walked away, ignoring the flower demon standing in the ice and snow with a cold sweat on his forehead.

"I knew you were terrible before. After meeting, I knew you were so terrible -- Fangyuan, you're really lucky... Xia Xiaoyun, you too."

The flower demon sighed gently and turned to the side of the team.

The car is running on the endless snow field.

The more you go to the northeast, the more flat the terrain is, the thinner the snow is, and the faster the speed is.

This proved that the car was finally about to run through the whole snow field from north to south, when there was the last gasoline barrel left.

Along the way, Xia Xiaoyun, who had enough to eat and drink, showed her brain disabled nature. Regardless of the biting cold wind, most of her body got out of the window, put her hands around her mouth, and shouted in a charming voice: "snow field, I'm coming, I conquered you!"

Fang Yuan is very worried about this kind of unconstrained words: if Xueyuan's mind is as small as him, there will be a huge snowstorm and freeze Xiao Xia to death here.

"In the future, I will come here to take wedding photos!"

Just after his cheeks were blue with cold, Xiao Xia sat down and closed the window.

Wearing a pair of big sunglasses, Fang Yuan, who was suspected of being more than a costume, asked, "with whom?"

"With... Any man, just not with you."

Xiao Xia rolled her eyes and giggled. It's really cute.

"Thank the Lord for letting me go, Amen."

When Fang Yuan hurriedly drew a cross in his heart, Xiao Xia rushed up and pinched and bit him.

Not only does she enjoy the journey, but even Fang Yuan likes it.

It seems that the snow field can really wash all the ugliness in human nature, leaving only pure joy.

Even both of them hope that the car will be driven like this forever, so that they don't have to consider the troubles in the secular world.

But the journey is like life. No matter how long it is, as long as you keep walking, one day it will come to an end - when the car drives on a not wide road, the outline of the city also appears in the distance.

That's a Russian city. The border between the two countries is in the vast snowfield. In this season and in this environment, there is no need to station border guards, because only those who are confused will cross the whole snowfield.

In fact, even if there were checkpoints, Fangyuan and Fang Yuan could pass smoothly: after formulating the plan to return from Russia (tahiko was forced to block the border), the goat handled everything they needed, passports, visas and US dollar cash.

Now Xia Xiaoyun looked at her passport and snuggled lazily on Fangyuan's shoulder. Until he stopped at the gas station, she whispered, "Fangyuan, I don't want to go home. Let's settle here, OK?"

Fang Yuan didn't speak, but just looked at the car in front.

Xia Xiaoyun sat up straight and said with a smile, "no wonder you say I'm mentally disabled. It seems that I'm really suspected of this -- no matter how, reality is reality, and no one can escape or escape."

After thinking about it, Fang Yuan said, "just don't take the reality too seriously."

"Yes."

Xia Xiaoyun nodded gently and suddenly said, "I have a hunch."

"What hunch?"

"We will not face those realities so smoothly."

Xia Xiaoyun lowered her long eyelashes and said in a lighter voice, "maybe you will leave me."

"Give me a reason."

"There is no reason for a hunch."

"Your idea is strange."

Fang Yuan raised his hand and naturally rubbed his head. When he opened the door and got off the bus, he asked, "remember what you said to me when you were carried out by the Oriental devils?"

"Remember, you owe me this life, the next life, the next life. It's not over."

Across the window, Xia Xiaoyun whispered as she looked at the area to refuel,

Xia Xiaoyun's brain disabled hunch, Fang Yuan actually doesn't have to think about it. She also knows that her hunch is not wrong.

Because up to now, he didn't dare to tell her that he also had a flower on the other bank.

On the way to Moscow, they also tacitly didn't mention Lop Nur, embroidered shoes or even Chen Wanyue, but Fang Yuan knew that he had to face all this anyway.

He can avoid Kunlun and flower demons, so naturally he can also avoid Xia Xiaoyun, but he can't avoid those realities.

Those realities, as early as the moment he stepped into Lop Nur, tightly entangled him like tarsal maggots, so that he could not hide anyway.

He doesn't want to hide anymore.

Because in the past few years, he has been hiding and has really had enough of this kind of bad life.

Since ancient times, there is only one way to completely solve practical problems: face it squarely and face it.

As for what will happen to make Xia Xiaoyun's hunch "come true", there is nowhere to think about.

He is a man, not a God. He can only control the fate of two people (he and Kunlun) at most. He can't stop what others want to do and has no right.

This is reality, just like time. No matter how much people miss it, it never stops.

Since she said the premonition that she didn't want to face, Xia Xiaoyun didn't say any disappointing words. She forgot her feelings and enjoyed the time with Fang Yuan. Like all happy girls, she walked on the streets of Moscow with Fang Yuan's arms in her arms. Her laughter was as crisp as a silver bell.

They rushed to tahiko from China on the sixth day of the first month.

Today is February 2 of the Chinese lunar calendar.

Nearly a month passed in fear, worry, sadness and happiness.

Compared with those unpleasant times, Xia Xiaoyun has more happy times.

Because after she came to Moscow, she didn't mention to return home. She played around every day until it was completely dark. She didn't go back to the hotel to take a hot bath, say good night to each other and rest.

Fang Yuan didn't urge her, just like all the boys who dote on their girlfriends, let her play happily.

After visiting some World War II ruins this afternoon, it was dark the day after returning to the hotel.

They wanted a double room. Xia Xiaoyun asked: she was afraid to sleep alone at night.

As usual, after Xia Xiaoyun took a hot bath, she climbed onto the Kang, pulled the blanket, smiled and waved her hands around, and silently said, "good night, good dream."

When watching TV and raising her right hand to say a good dream, she had got into the blanket and covered her head.

When he came out of the bathroom, Xia Xiaoyun was already asleep.

Standing alone on the balcony, silently watching the night sky outside, Fang Yuan went to bed after smoking a cigarette.

Outside the window of Moscow, it began to snow again.

The snowflakes are not big, but they are dense.

The willows by the river in China have sprouted long ago, haven't they?

From the willow tree by the river at the entrance of the alley, Fang Yuan thought of the donkey: the willow tree at the entrance of the alley is the territory of the donkey. Every time he comes out, he will lift his legs and sprinkle urine.

When you think of a donkey, you can't ignore Lin er.

Every time she thought of her determined eyes when she left Fang's house, Fang Yuan would sigh gently in her heart.

He is not a fool. Why can't you see that Lin Er likes him?

But what about this?

He was destined to be brothers with Lin er.

Tonight, Fang Yuan thought a lot. He didn't sleep until early in the morning.

Just fell asleep, the sound of the cat walking on his toes woke him up again.

With his eyes closed, he could also feel Xia Xiaoyun come to his bed and look at him like a sleepwalker with the soft light of the wall lamp.

Xia Xiaoyun is going to do something, which proves that she is finally going to end this romantic holiday and return home tomorrow to face the reality -- well, very brave little brain cripple.

"I know you're not asleep, but don't talk."

Xia Xiaoyun slowly lowered her head, kissed him gently on the face and said, "no matter what I do, don't talk, remember?"

Fang Yuan can't speak, he can only nod.

"Don't open your eyes, because I'm shy."

When Xia Xiaoyun said this, Fang Yuan heard the sound of her nightgown falling on the ground.

The girl's body is really beautiful, just like the art carved with white jade. It's only slightly green. After tonight, she will bloom the most charming charm.

Fang Yuan can imagine it in his mind without opening his eyes, because he has seen this beautiful work of art for a long time and is fully prepared to accept her.

Xia Xiaoyun gently lifted the blanket on Fang Yuan's body and leaned over to stick her cheek on his chest.

Fang Yuan could feel her cheeks burning, like his heart beating significantly faster - but what's more strange is that the part he should start most didn't respond even a little, just like a dead snake.

What's going on? Is it too nervous?

When those trembling little hands gently took off his pants, Fang Yuan opened his eyes.

Xia Xiaoyun didn't blame him. She just knelt in front of the bed and looked at him. Her voice was very astringent and asked, "why didn't you respond?"

"I don't know."

Fang Yuan told the truth: "maybe it's too long. It's too nervous."

"How, how can we make it not nervous?"

When Xia Xiaoyun asked this sentence softly, her tone was much more fluent.

When she had a bad feeling, she made up her mind to give herself to this man first -- in this way, no matter what happens, she can't change that she is his person.

Since this is the only reality she can control, there is no need to be shy and nervous.

"Have you... Ever seen a little Oriental movie?"

Fang Yuan thought for a while before asking.