The next afternoon, Qiao Fengtian called Lv Zhichun again, turned off the phone, put on clothes and shoes, and stopped the car to go to Lujiawa, where he moved out without a word.
Pushing aside the old damp single room, the mess remains. It's just that the cabinets are large and there is a single veneer left over the bed. All the places where there should be things are completely empty. Only then did Qiao Fengtian realize that there was a poster on the wall.
The footer is rolled up, the paper is yellowed, and the print is Qi Yu, who had bright eyebrows when he was young, and wrote a line of words, "Olive Tree".
"How could it be?! Yesterday I returned, and I went out with him."
It's the same short woman with a child, this time heating up half a pot of cornmeal porridge.
"Don't ask me about it, you are his friend, and you tell me it's useless." The woman tapped the side of the pot with a rice spoon.
Qiao Fengtian was at a loss for a moment, and continued to ask, "The house he rented hasn't expired, right? He, he will come back?"
"Yeah, it's not due!" The woman grinned and turned off the stove, "I told him, I said, Xiao Lu, your contract has not expired, you are a breach of contract, according to the contract you want to Give my sister liquidated damages! People shoved me 1,000 without saying a word, and left with my bag."
As if taking advantage of how much, the woman laughed outright philistine.
Qiao Fengtian was at a loss, and only stood there in a daze, watching the woman holding the porridge bowl and leading the child to turn around and enter the house.
"Hey!"
Before entering the door, the woman swallowed a mouthful of corn porridge and shouted at Qiao Fengtian. The smile on her lips was filled with some indescribable ridicule, "Xiao Lu, do you like men?"
Before Qiao Fengtian could speak, the woman continued to laugh while leaning against the door frame, "Dongtou, the one-dick chicken from the corner house has been staring at his ass for half a year, and if he catches him, he will call him Lord Lu Tu, Lord Lu. The whole Wa knows that he's an old pervert and a little pervert! You know that? Tsk tsk tsk."
"Hey, are you too? I see you as a small model. You also like men, don't you?"
The woman raised her chin playfully, "Hey, tell me, you guys, why are you sleeping? Which door do you go to?"
In one sentence, he sneered at the gun and carried a stick, and with a sympathetic attitude on his lips, he hit Qiao Fengtian all at once. He raised his eyebrows sneeringly, feeling as if someone had been feeding the flies with a smile, not letting them spit, and even chewing them up and swallowing them.
"If you want to know, I'll tell you. How your husband fucks you, how he fucks a man, how you get fucked by a man, and how a man gets fucked by others. Jane is not easy, do you understand?"
The winter days are short, and the sun has set in the west. Slowly and slowly, smudged into a series of red and yellow melted water, gradually changing, undulating, and stacked on the far-reaching skyline in the west. The cold wind also picked up, whirling in a small whirl, pulling the withered leaves, and blowing Qiao Fengtian's soft hair up.
Qiao Fengtian took off his gloves and rubbed his itchy index finger. He raised his palm to his eyes, looked carefully, and found a dark red frostbite growing on his finger.
He adjusted his bangs and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the guilt in his heart was overwhelming him.
He knew that if he hadn't contacted Lv Zhichun's parents wisely, Lv Zhichun would not have left; even each family could live in peace, live in Yi City without worries, and do their part in the barber shop. Part-time part-time job; if you leave a teacher, save money, and open a shop, you will have your own small business; if you meet another person who loves him, likes him, and can know the cold and the hot.
Qiao Fengtian wanted the life he wanted Lv Zhichun to have. But it was completely disrupted by his completely horizontal insertion.
No matter what Sister Zeng has done or concealed, it is undoubtedly that she gave her hope without authorization, and will eventually disappoint her.
Since Qiao Fengtian came to Linan, he had suppressed self-esteem and self-blame for a long time.
He suddenly regretted that he had spoken ill of the landlady just now. If he hadn't said that, he might have found out about Lv Zhichun's whereabouts from her. Even if it is northeast, southwest, such a general direction is fine. The sky is huge, where can I find it, should I find it, Qiao Fengtian is in a mess.
I was also worried about whether Lu Zhichun could be aware of it and know whether it was cold or warm.
Qiao Fengtian, who hurried back home, was still anxious. And on top of his anxiety, he actually discovered that he had a sexual desire, especially the kind that made him ridiculously embarrassed.
He pulled on his collar all the way, took off his turtleneck sweater irritably, and slanted into his newly-laid quilt. The more uncomfortable he felt, the more excited he felt.
Unusual situation.
Qiao Fengtian was white and thin, and he arched his body. His shoulder blades were abnormally prominent, like two wings that were malformed and immature.
"Um… "
His fingertips were cold, and when he touched his bare chest, he was agitated, and a small pimple appeared on his arm. The fingertips are circled and circled, and the cocooned finger pulp is used to slightly swell the sticky and soft lotus-colored bulge.
The skin is whiter than ordinary people, so that Qiao Fengtian's nipples and heads are not too bright red, and the color is as light as a newborn.
His face was immediately dyed with powder, and he hummed and buried his face in the quilt, not rubbing back and forth on the fabric. His hands impatiently groped to untie the belt on his trousers, then swam in along the opened gap, held the raised genitals that were slightly touching the cotton wool, kneaded up and down, moved left and right, or pinched and crushed. grind.
"En... ah..." When he rubbed the itchy spot, Qiao Fengtian used his fingers to stroke the liquid droplets oozing from the top, and called out in a small voice.
It was light and suppressed, half in his throat, as cautious as he was afraid of being overheard.
Qiao Fengtian's sex life is so self-disciplined that it is the complete opposite of his seemingly flamboyant appearance. He Qianyuan laughed at him, saying that when he himself got sick and his assholes would become rotten, you can count your sex life on one hand.
As a mockery, he gave him a micro-arc rubber vibrating massage stick the year before last. Qiao Fengtian accepted it with a smile, and used it, just replaced the old one he used.
Qiao Fengtian panted lowly, stretched out and spun around in the back hole with one hand, and opened the drawer in the foot cabinet by the bedside with the other hand. This time, I was a little impatient, so I didn't smear the lubricant on the stigma, but lowered my waist and spread my legs, wedging the rounded and clean stigma into the still tight concave cavity.
Qiao Feng has been in the sky window for many years, and his masturbation techniques are high, and he can easily point and get excited.
"En... um..." As he pushed forward, Qiao Fengtian pressed his head against the head of the bed, deepening his breathing. The pink on his face deepened, his nose twitched and he bit his lower lip.
Going deep into the inner end, Qiao Fengtian turned the switch with his fingertips trembling slightly, and the column body that trembled spontaneously and regularly rubbed and bitten on the inner wall. When poking, its own edges and corners involve the refreshing of scratching.
"what!"
The top of the C-shaped brushed the deadly joints in each middle, Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but raised his head briefly and shouted. In order to prolong the pleasure as much as possible, Qiao Fengtian pulled it out slightly at the place where the pleasure was about to fade away, and at the moment when the pleasure faded away, he pushed it forward again and again, repeatedly, superimposing the pleasure to the peak of prosperity.
Qiao Fengtian climbed onto the head of the bed with one hand, and the smooth lines from his neck to his thighs were smooth and smooth, as if strength and softness were combined. When the buttocks are raised, the most provocative and sexy little depression in the waist is as if it can hold a sip of wine steadily. The charming place that can always be licked, he can't see it himself, and he never thought that he would show it to anyone.
The sexual experience of childhood is a taboo and shameful dream. What Qiao Fengtian is willing to recall is always the feeling at that moment, not the person who made him feel. The face of the young man who volunteered to teach is two pages, one page gave him the budding sex, and the other page gave him the stinging pain of being shameless and shameless.
"Uh-hmm!"
Qiao Fengtian wrapped the top of his genitals in a clean tissue, pinched the rounded part twice, and let him shoot straight, soaking the tissue and also moistening Qiao Fengtian's palms that were about to start to get hot.
After the passion, like a collapsed Hongqiao, Qiao Fengtian fell back into the soft blanket.
There was a layer of fine sweat beads on his back, and he felt a little cold, so he wrapped the quilt and lay down.
The massage stick wrapped in a thin towel was thrown on the ground and dealt with later. Qiao Fengtian panted on his back, put his arm on his forehead, temporarily dazzled, didn't think about anything, just stared straight at the ceiling.
It's actually weird when he masturbates. He will not think about anyone, and make so-and-so a sexual object to be sexually abused or sexually abused. Just simply, physically stimulate the poles and soothe restlessness. It's all blasphemy and shame to drag anyone into the sex of reverie.
Can't even think about it.
It's cool, but also stereotyped and boring, like process work.
When Du Dong called, Qiao Fengtian was already fast asleep. The buzzing shook seven or eight times before disturbing him.
Qiao Fengtian threw out a naked arm, put the phone to his ear, and only called out so loudly, he was a little hoarse, "Speak."
"Didn't you just wake up, look at you like that."
"It's so smart." Qiao Fengtian frowned, reached into his crotch, and touched his dry buttocks, "I just slept in the darkness, and I'm about to be in a state of nothingness."
"Where's Lu Zhichun! Let's not throw it away when the fuck is still there!"
"Run." Qiao Fengtian said.
Du Dong stood up straight over there, so frightened that Li Li raised his foot and kicked his stocky buttocks.
"Run?! Where did you run?! Didn't you ask him to go back and discuss it again! How did he, he run away here to explain!"
There was a long pause. Du Dong listened closely to the gentle airflow on the other end of the microphone.
"Winter melon."
Inadvertently into the night, the room is dim, there is only a little moonlight outside the window.
Outside the window, even the kid who was always joking and joking about firing guns is not coming out today. It's not like the New Year, it's quiet and unpopular.
Even when he was on the phone and there was a live response from the opposite side, Qiao Fengtian still felt sad and lonely.
"I was wrong, I really did it wrong, I was wrong about this, can't I? I'm self-righteous, I think I know better than anyone else, I think I'm different from them. In fact, who am I? It's all the same, I'm a fucking idiot, I can break it with a poke, just like everyone else."
Du Dong held the phone and pursed his lips.
"Don't talk nonsense, you are so good. You are..."
"I… "
"Then tell the damn truth!" Du Dong raised his voice, and suddenly said Lang Jian, "How can one live a lifetime without making any mistakes."
"Beat it or scold it, my buddy accompanies you to suffer. Don't be sour and crooked with me, I tell you, you are you, Lu Zhichun is Lu Zhichun, I am me, Li Li is Li Li , we are all fucking ourselves, we all have one heart and one appearance, we are all different from each other!"