2 - A charming physique, blurred good-looks

The weather forecast said snow would increase at night. When the snow falls it would cover this vast earth, cover up the past.

That crafty man’s silvery smile appeared in Wu Fengrong’s mind.

He happily pulled out a whistle, his eyes wide open, and his heart unconsciously racing.

Thirty hours from Baihe, the road is still long.

Chapter 2: A charming physique, blurred good-looks

The attendant replaced the thermos and saw Wu Fengrong staring at it with a profound expression. Thinking that the situation might be dangerous and desperate, she dared not speak out of fear and her eyes shown with fright. Wu Fengrong was thinking wistfully of a sip of hot tea. He had smoked too much and his throat was sore. The thermos was inconvenient to refill. He was thinking about whether he should build a water dispenser. The train conductor seat should have a water dispenser, but he was used to using thermoses and the old thermos was still brightly lacquered, not ready to be retired. He looked up and saw the pitiful appearance of the attendant, still holding the thermos but not lifting it.

“Want a drink? You can have one.” Yes, you need not cry for a sip of tea. He thought inexplicably.

The attendant was very touched and quickly waved her hand: “I don’t drink, I don’t drink. Rong Ge you drink. We’re all counting on you.” Then, she put the phone in front of him and clicked on a video, “Oh, right. Rong Ge, look at this.”

Wu Fengrong craned his neck forward and curiously said, “What is it?”

It showed a beautiful female news anchor who had delivered the headlines this morning.

“Now let’s pay attention to the progress of the Tongzhou September 27th murder case. The reporter from this station verified with the police that the underage victim, Xiao Quan, was a sophomore in Tongzhou No.1 Middle School before his death at 23:40 on the evening of September 27. He was leaving the Liuhua Road Internet Cafe by the backdoor when he was hit with blunt instrument, causing a skull fracture and massive intracranial hemorrhaging.

After the incident, the police in Tongzhou City quickly set up a special task force to investigate. At present, the fugitive suspect has been identified: Zhou Yanling. This man is 35 years old, a native of Tongzhou and works at Lixin Insurance Group. The person in charge of the company said that Zhou Yanling had been absent from work for five days and that he could not get in touch with him. This afternoon, the Ministry of Public Security formally issued a B-level arrest warrant to the entire country…”

A picture appeared on the screen. It was indeed Zhou Yanling of row 15, car 4.

The attendant nervously said: “Rong-ge, did you find someone? Is it him?”

We Fengrong’s eyes spun. He finished his tea and then looked at the photos on the phone, not replying immediately. To the side, Zhao Xintao squeezed his fist, eyes squinted, as if violently and intensely frightened. Without waiting for an answer, the attendant continued in a low voice: “He wasn’t even an adult, this fucking beast. If I were the child’s parents, I would really want to flay the flesh from this murderer’s bones with my own hands….”

After a while,Wu Fengrong patted Zhao Xintao on the shoulder: “Xintao, you go and inform the police, send them photos and step up patrols. But don’t detain anyone so as not to disturb the passengers. Who are the police officers on duty today?”

Zhao Xintao said: “Something happened at Jianjun’s home. There are only four on the train today. I’ll check it out.” After that, he hurried out.

Wu Fengrong’s heart sank. Qi Jianjun, the head of the police team assigned to this train, had rich experience and a steady style, but he was absent today. He was afraid that the current police team might not be of any use. He summoned the crew to the cab for an emergency meeting. A fugitive wanted by the entire country may be on this train. The cabin crew should pay attention to passengers’ movements. If they find anything suspicious they shouldn’t act surprised and should immediately notify the police and conductors.

After the short meeting ended, Wu Fengrong looked at his watch. It was exactly half past six, and it was time for the dining car to prepare breakfast. He asked the attendant to bring him two buns. The freshly baked steamed bun was fragrant. He wrapped it in paper and, chewing, walked slowly to car No. 4.

Passing through the back of the No. 6 car, the bathroom door slide open, and one hand suddenly reached out, grabbing Wu Fengrong’s sleeve and yanking him in. Wu Fengrong almost choked on the mouthful of bun in his throat, gaze sweeping across the windshield box, only to hear the sound of the door sliding shut as he fell into the arms of a man. A swift black shadow blocked Wu Fenrong’s sight. He shuddered involuntarily, not out of fear, but because the north wind was too strong, scraping his cheeks until raw and painful. He remembered that the lavatory had a window for ventilation and that this narrow space was the coldest place in the car.

The conductor rubbed his nose, impatiently: “What are you doing?”

Zhou Yanling took hold of the bun, holding his wrist over the top of his head with one hand. Scalding breath bubbled against the edge of Wu Fengrong’s ear, contrasting hot and cold with the north wind, the effect like ice and fire. Wu Fengrong felt his ear be bitten and a wet tongue circle it. A certain someone said: “Borrowing some warmth.”

We Fengrong’s expression changed. His knee snapped up against the man’s groin. Zhou Yanling squatted in pain, and Wu Fengrong broke out of the grip on his wrist to open the door. The person behind him used his free hand to press against his shoulder. The two struggled in a bathroom less than three square meters. Wu Fengrong raised his foot and kicked, which was avoided. Because the kick was evaded, he directly kicked the stainless steel sink, the pain causing cramping. Zhou Yanling grasped his waist, turned, and pressed him against the door, locking it again. His left leg separated Wu Fengrong’s knees, forcibly pressing against his hips and pressing hard against his crotch. This action could be construed as sexual harassment. Wu Fengrong’s face never changed, indifferent. The man gave a low laugh which was unexpectedly frank and kind, and completely free of any vulgar and malicious undertones.

“It’s just sharing some warmth, surely the conductor isn’t going to expire from this right 1 ?”

“What’s in it for me, helping Mr. Zhou get warm?”

Wu Fengrong stretched out a hand and rubbed it along the man’s waist.

Through the thin fabric of the white shirt, Zhou Yanling could feel the coldness of his fingers, like five slim snakes swimming along his back. As soon as he lowered his head, the conductor stretched out his red tongue and licked away the gravy at the corner of his lips.

Zhou Yanling inhaled the scent at the back of his neck beside his ear. His lips were only half an inch from the skin, and a feeling of itchiness scratched at Wu Fengrong’s heart. He signed deeply, unable to ignore the heat that was slowly emerging from his bones.

“I can give my body to you,” Zhou Yanling whispered: “As long as the conductor doesn’t scorn my natural endowments as plain.”

Wu Fengrong laughed, his cold and dangerous hand sliding under the corner of the shirt, the man’s flat and tight skin grazing his palm. His fingertips crossed the side of his waist and touched his strong abdomen. The conductor lowered his eyelashes and stole a glance at bare skin through the corner of the half-covered shirt. The color was very healthy. He continued to “warm” him along his bellybutton. The man’s breath deepened in his ear.

Suddenly, the fingers stopped and landed on an obvious scar. It seemed to be an old scar. It was much whiter than the surrounding skin, was two fingers wide and as long as his palm. Wu Fengrong continued upward and touched gauze under his ribs.

Zhou Yangling’s eyes changed. This was surely an injury!

Just by listening to Zhou Yanling’s sudden breath, it was obvious that the wound hurt. Wu Fengrong suddenly used his strength and ripped open the shirt to see that blood had bled through the gauze. Wu Fengrong leaned over the kissed the gauze, his lips meeting the stimulating taste of blood. The tip of his tongue followed the wound all the way up to the collarbone, and Zhou Yanling’s grip on his shoulder almost broke bone.

He looked up, staring into the depths of the man’s pupils: “How were you injured?”

The man’s handsome face drew down, his full lips carried the faint smell of smoke. Wu Fengrong opened his mouth and kissed him affectionately, like a long-awaited lover, even surprising himself. He rarely had such a tacit understanding with a stranger. His other hand wrapped around the man’s neck. He pressed his head against his face, hoping to nibble the other party’s lips.

This kiss was too fierce. When Zhou Yanling’s eyes were smug as he backed away: “The conductor is so enthusiastic?”

Wu Fengrong still had saliva on the corners of his mouth. He never regretted his desires. If he enjoyed it, he’ll enjoy it and not worry about the aftermath. Zhou Yanling pulled down his pants while breathlessly kissing his neck and shoulders. Wu Fengrong mumbled “condom” against his shoulder, making Zhou Yanling laugh.

The sound of plastic tearing stimulated Wu Fengrong’s five sense. The man bit his neck. Wu Fengrong let out a short sexy moan, and the condom was handed to him. He hurriedly took that out and effortlessly put it on. Their top mouths did not kiss. It was simply two parties seeking physical satisfaction, and the north wind was full of the taste of sex and desire.

Zhou Yanling held up the other person with one hand. Wu Fengrong’s legs wrapped around his waist, buttocks itching to be spread. He buried his head in Zhou Yanling’s shoulder, supporting himself with one hand on the sink and one hand wrapped around Zhou Yanling’s back, groaning deep in his throat from time to time low. Zhou Yanling forcibly raised his head. The conductor’s face was flushed, eyes brimming with lust and tears gathered under dark eyelashes.

“Fuck.” Zhou Yanling cursed harshly.

Needless to say, Zhou Yanling was so rough that Wu Fengrong’s three souls 2 had lost their spirits. But even like this, he could still calmly argue: “I thought you were already fucking….ah!” Wu Fengrong almost bit his own tongue as a brutal thrust jolted his rectum. He refused to admit defeat. Lifting his hair, he leaned over to gag the criminal, kissing him fiercely.

Zhou Yanling had never before met anyone so beautiful, and being held like this made him even more restless. He’d played with a lot of boys and he was always the one to torment them in bed, so from where did this bossy ancestor come? Wu Fengrong’s tearful face slammed into his heart making it throb, and his hips couldn’t help but speed up. A tear hanging from his eyelashes was knocked down onto Zhou Yanling’s face.

“Fuck you…” Wu Fengrong but his lips, blood coating them making him look like he’d eaten someone.

Zhou Yanling pinched his nipple and was satisfied to hear him sigh. If it weren’t for the fact that they were in a toilet, with poor soundproofing and with many people coming and going outside, he’d like to pry open Wu Fengrong’s mouth and hear him shout. Wu Fengrong’s voice was thin and hoarse, like the rustling and burning of tobacco leaves in an old fashioned pipe. To hear it made Zhou Yanling’s blood boil.

Outside, someone knocked on the door, and Wu Fengrong almost came (10). Zhou Yanling saw him arch up, playing with himself. Wu Fengrong was pampered from two places, his expression was impatient, spoiled and lazy, his whole body leaning against Zhou Yanling.

“Aren’t you afraid of being heard?” Zhou Yanling kissed his eyebrows. “Is it exciting?”

Wu Fengrong had almost reached his peak 3 : “Faster.”

The two of them were having sex, their coats overlapping, their bodies coming together in the warmth, friction causing their skin to burn hot. Wu Fengrong’s eyes reddened and he shouted loudly, coming swiftly and abruptly. After a while, Zhou Yanling kissed his hair and sideburns, his movements becoming more gentle. When he pulled himself out, the lubricant that came out with the condom made a mess on his clothes and pants. A thin stream of bodily fluids fell from the mouth of Wu Fengrong’s entrance onto his light-colored underpants. His head was blank, his semen surging up. Zhou Yanling squatted down next to him and licked the cotton fabric clean.

Wu Fengrong had used the train toilet for many years and had never before encountered this type of degenerate situation. His chest exploded and he slapped the bastard on the ass with his hand. There was a big “pa” 4 sound. Rather than become angry, Zhou Yanling laughed, stood up and grabbed Wu Fengrong’s collar to bring him in for a kiss. The taste of lubricant and semen filled their mouths. Wu Fengrong panted, only after it was over did he realize what he was doing.

Wu Fengrong was muddle-headed: to think that at this age he would learn how to passionately play in toilets.

“Wipe.” Zhou Yanling drew up his pants, took two handfuls of tissues and handed them to Wu Fengrong.

Wu Fengrong hadn’t even evened out his breathing and his legs were still soft. He could barely brace his body to wipe himself clean. Rather than put on his pants, he lit a cigarette first. Like this, he leaned against the window wiping himself clean and exhaling smoke. His posture was graceful but blurred. His little finger rested on the window frame, dissolving into the scarlet of the sun, he wouldn’t lose in comparison to a mountain cherry leaning against a garden wall 5 .

Zhou Yanling watched and was affected. He leaned over, bit the cigarette butt and wanted to solicit that extraordinary presence 6 . In this moment, the two waited silently, each harboring their own designs and intents.

There was another knock on the door outside. Wu Fengrong kicked back impatiently: “Haven’t finished, wait!”

He turned his head and saw Zhou Yanling clutching his ribs, inspecting the wound. It was a shocking scene. The wound must have opened. Blood was coming out in large rivulets. Wu Fengrong pushed aside the gauze. The wound was completely exposed and much more serious than he’d thought. It seemed to be a stab wound, not too large but definitely big enough to cause massive bleeding. He wasn’t sure if any organs were damaged.

Naturally, his shirt was stained with blood. Zhou Yanling showed a hopeless expression. He wiped at the wound with a damp paper towel in an effort to completely clean the wound then went to cover it with the original gauze. Wu Fengrong caught his wrist, the expression on his face stopping Zhou Yanling from taking such risks.

“I’ve already changed out of one set of clothes. I only have this shirt left. In any case, leave me some face.” Zhou Yanling laughed and his face returned to a leer: “My dear, you and I have made love and you’re already in such a hurry to drag me in front of government official?”

Wu Fengrong didn’t say a word. He opened the door a crack and glanced outside to make sure there was no one in the aisle. He took off his military-style coat, draped it over the man’s back and whispered: “Don’t look up, stay close to me. When we get to the conductor’s seat, I’ve got a first aid kit there.”

He suddenly pushed open the door and left, pulling the other man by the arm and walking confidently down the aisle.

He walked down this simple aisle as though it was a red carpet. Zhou Yanling was covered by the thick military-style coat. His face buried in the collar, he could not conceal the smile on his lips.

T/N:

the exact translation was “to copy the ancestral hall/”犯不着抄祠堂” which the pinyin for copy also meaning “to take a short cut”. I’m assuming that the idiom has something to do with being interred early with one’s ancestors, hence this translation. Please, anyone, clarify! referring to the three immortal souls in Daoism 到最舒服的时候: the best part 啪 , an onomatopoeia of a slap or a punch The raw had 出墙 which I’m guessing is a reference to ‘ 红杏出墙 ‘ which is an idiom which literally says ‘the red apricot tree leans over the garden wall’ but means a wife having an illicit lover Again, everyone, please thank @dæd on the foxaholic discord for help translating that phrase!