Every inch of the sky was white and bright.
Xiwei sprinkled the head of the bed from the window, very light, not enough to wake people up through the eyelids, not to mention Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin were both sideways, their chests against their backs, their arms wrapped around their waists, an informal but warm posture.
Gu Zhuoyan lowered his head and rubbed the back of Zhuang Fanxin's head, the bridge of his nose was hidden in the fine and thick hair, his bosom was full, his chest to abdomen was warm, his sweatpants were twisted a little, they were stuck to his hips, and the three centimeters of mermaid were gone. String.
In front of him, Zhuang Fanxin rested on his left arm, sleeping soundly, under the covered trench coat, the V-neck sweater was pulled so thinly that the shoulders were half exposed, and the jeans were loosely fading, barely covering the invisible position. .
The old streets and alleys outside the window are gradually moving. The footsteps of commuting pass by, either slowly or urgently. The breakfast stalls not far away are open for business, and the sounds of business are noisy and smokey, floating leisurely.
In less than two minutes, Zhuang Fan woke up sensitively, his upper and lower eyelashes fluttered open, his eyes were stagnant, and he saw a mottled and yellowed wall first. Dirty, sticky Britney Spears sexy poster with junkyard phone, the freshest trace is a black spot from a cigarette butt.
He remembered that Gu Zhuoyan did it last night.
When doing this immoral thing, he knelt on the bed to "eat" for Gu Zhuoyan.
With his hand clenched under his jaw, Zhuang Fan's heart loosened, and he touched his lips, which were swollen. When he touched the corner of his mouth, a wisp of unknown substance was dry. He is also dirty enough to be unqualified to dislike the wall and sheets. Not only is he not disgusted, but he still has a coveted steadiness lying down like this.
Suddenly, Gu Zhuoyan said from behind, "Awake?"
The hoarse voice that had just woken up was like sandpaper and a serrated blade, and Zhuang Fan's heart was sore when he scratched it. He said "um", but he didn't move. He asked curiously, "How do you know?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "No snoring."
Zhuang Fan wanted to save face: "I didn't snore at all."
A seemingly nonsensical laugh bloomed in the back of his head, making Zhuang Fan want to turn his face away, and then Gu Zhuoyan pushed the back of his head with the tip of his nose, itchingly making him lose the strength to move.
"Breathing has become lighter." Gu Zhuoyan answered truthfully, and rubbed Zhuang Fanxin's waist and abdomen with his palm, "The ups and downs of the stomach have also changed." After answering the question, "Are you still sleeping?"
Hengchen was in a filthy little room, and his body was scruffy. Zhuang Fanxin couldn't sleep, but he didn't want to get up, so he wanted to be with Gu Zhuoyan like this. The sticky ambiguity, the sleazy love affair left last night, and the sultry smell combined were more addictive than spirits and cigarettes, and made him even more addicted.
The light was getting stronger and stronger, pale gold, surpassing the dazzling lights in the interrogation room, and all the pickles that rolled in the corners were exposed. Uncovered cigarette case, mottled mobile phone screen, on the edge of the bed, a dark blue handkerchief stuck into a ball.
The handkerchief belonged to Gu Zhuoyan, and the stuff on it that dried up belonged to Zhuang Fanxin. Last night, he put his arm around him and beat him quickly, the bed board screamed, and twice, dick dick covered his palms.
After wiping a ball, I lost it, a kind of ruthless ruthlessness of lifting my pants and turning my face.
Zhuang Fanxin looked at it at this time, the neck was showing a gradual redness, the cheeks went from shallow to deep, and the earlobes were especially bright. Gu Zhuoyan's tongue was more sensitive than just pierced ears.
Gu Zhuoyan pinched his waist: "Turn around."
Zhuang Fan's heart was obediently twisting his waist, and when he moved, he felt the grief after the incident, which was threaded through the flesh, making people unnerving. He turned to face Gu Zhuoyan, his four black eyes were focused, he was startled, and felt that Gu Zhuoyan's eyes were particularly aggressive.
But it's not as strong as last night, it seems to be mixed with three or two points of love.
No wonder Gu Zhuoyan's eyes are dark, Zhuang Fanxin's face is flowery, with tears streaks, red and swollen lips, and the traces on the corners of the mouth are even more embarrassing to say that his chin was pinched by him, and the small blood vessels glowing purple.
Gu Zhuoyan raised his hand to cover Zhuang Fanxin's face, so he couldn't look at it, and then he looked at it in a confused way.
In a cramped and broken house, while drunk, the veil is a shining proof. Zhuang Fan's heart shrank into a cooked shrimp, and he closed his eyes and fantasized, sweating on his forehead, which was illuminated with a crystal light.
The bed creaked, Gu Zhuoyan had already sat up, tied his trousers and put on his shoes, and put away his cigarette case and mobile phone. He turned around and scratched at the tip of Zhuang Fanxin's nose. He made the greasy and crooked movements neat and refreshing, and said, "Lie down for another ten minutes. I'll go to the early stall to buy some porridge."
Zhuang Fan thought: "The hotel has a breakfast card." He didn't care about the breakfast he paid for, but he just didn't want Gu Zhuoyan to leave, even if he came back in ten minutes.
"Put the mat first." Gu Zhuoyan smiled, showing a ruffian lack of energy, "You shot twice last night, are you true?"
Zhuang Fan's heart froze at his neck: "Don't underestimate people." But he tightened his trousers under his windbreaker. There, it was sore, weak, and indeed a little empty. I can't complain about Gu Zhuoyan's teasing. He was very quick last night for the first time.
Gulu got up, Zhuang Fanxin dressed neatly and slipped to the bathroom, and only dared to show up after washing his face. The bar was empty, and everyone went home to sleep. On the sofa in the booth last night, Qi Nan was lying down and talking in his sleep.
Zhuang Fanxin accidentally kicked the empty wine bottle, banging.
Qi Nan woke up instantly, got up, and was paralyzed without sitting posture: "Ah..." He stared at Zhuang Fan and said, "Ah" and paused for a while, "I'm so uncomfortable."
Zhuang Fanxin handed over the glass on the table: "Drinking water?"
Qi Nan said, "I feel bad in my heart." He scratched his hair and beat his chest, "I have a psychological shadow."
"Not really." Zhuang Fan thought.
"As for!" Qi Nan slammed his fist on the pillow, "How could Gu Zhuoyan be gay? At that time, he was transferred to our class, and he didn't care about any boy, he would treat you..." No way , "I rely on."
There was half a box of Marlboro on the table, Zhuang Fanxin took out two, took one for himself, and gave the other one. This is what he learned on this business trip. It seems that passing a cigarette makes it easier to talk and relax his nerves.
The two of them at the same table smoked each other, and Zhuang Fan said, "You don't have to make a fuss, right? I don't know."
Qi Nan said angrily, "I don't know? I've seen a lot of homosexuality." Dusting off a piece of soot, "It's because I didn't doubt you, it's better for you, just get out of bed and play the 18 Bans, scaring me to death! "
Zhuang Fan sneered: "I can't help myself, you can punt a boat in a straight man's belly, don't bother with our ignorant gays."
Qi Nan didn't say anything, his face was sullen. He used to do this when he couldn't solve math problems. He thought hard for a minute and asked in a low voice, "My deskmate, you used to copy my English answers every day, wouldn't it be interesting to me? Bar?"
"It really reverses black and white, didn't you ask me to send it?"
"Oh... Then I'll be hanging on your shoulders with you. Will your heart rippling behind your back?"
Zhuang Fan heartily said, "I gave you a concussion, believe it or not?" He said casually, "I'm gay, not a porno.
Speaking of which, what else is there to understand? Qi Nan smacked his lips, still surprised: "So the two of you talked back then? I still remember him fighting with the basketball team for you. It was quite sweet."
After a while, Qi Nan recalled something: "That's not right. Later, after you went abroad for more than a year, summer..." He thought hard, "It was after you deleted us! Gu Zhuoyan asked me if I had you. Contact information, I also asked the monitor, and asked a lot of people, you deleted him too? What's your situation?"
Zhuang Fan avoided the important and replied lightly: "At that time, we broke up."
"Ah? Is it true or false?" Qi Nan said in confusion, "Then what is the relationship between the two of you now... Is the old relationship revived or... Gun, gun buddies?"
The door opened, Gu Zhuoyan came back early with him, and when he walked to the booth, he saw Zhuang Fanxin holding a cigarette, frowning, grabbing it, and pressing it in the ashtray. Zhuang Fanxin was glanced at by the not-so-gentle gaze, and then disciplined, the small river in his heart swayed to the shore, making him feel numb and weak.
Qi Nan didn't hear the answer after asking, and now he was peeking, the surnamed Gu snatched the cigarette, opened the hot porridge and hot cake, blew it and handed it over, hurting his wife more than when he was married. Isn't the surname Zhuang really a porn freak? Staring at others, the eyes are full of spring, and the cats and dogs who feel troubled in February and August are not so explicit.
He couldn't help but sang, Cantonese: "It's even more crazy when the old love is rekindled... long buried in the heart... and then burst into light..."
Gu Zhuoyan pushed another bowl of porridge over: "Don't sing, I'll invite the Cantonese people later and cut you."
The three of them laughed one after another, not loudly, full of long-lost friendship, like having lunch in the cafeteria together in high school, not very delicious, but very happy with each other.
It was half the morning when we returned to the hotel. From the lobby to the elevator, Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin lowered their heads slightly. When they went out, they looked like people. When they came back, their clothes were wrinkled and they smelled unhealthy.
After breaking up in the corridor, Zhuang Fanxin went back to the room and plunged into the bathroom. As soon as he took it off, he stood in front of the mirror and admired himself. The tattoo on his shoulder was covered with strawberries, and there was an imprint on his chest. Gu Zhuoyan rubbed him with his tiger's mouth.
After washing it, Zhuang Fan took a throat lozenge in his heart. Last night, he "eaten" too deeply, his throat was swollen, and he needed mint to calm this unspeakable pain.
Turning on the computer, there are seven or eight unread emails, and more unread messages, which makes people have to withdraw from the charm of love. In the diagonally opposite suite, Gu Zhuoyan was already in the video conference with wet short hair, and he was so gentle and serious, no one could guess what absurd things he did in the corner last night.
Busy until the afternoon, they came out of the room with a good heart, met on the corridor, looked at each other from a distance of three steps, cautious, hesitant, and ill-conceived.
There are not only the nostalgic and cherishing of the first love and the white moonlight, but also the brutal aggression that has been licked and ravaged, restrained but not self-sufficient, to put it bluntly, it is greed, Plato who washes pearls with water, and the hand-to-hand combat with strong wine and thick smoke, all want . want to conquer.
Pretending to be indifferent, Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Is the company busy?"
"It's alright," Zhuang Fan replied, not being a busy person in front of the general manager of the group. He walked over, approached naturally and deliberately, and lightly touched his arm as he walked: "Go around?"
Gu Zhuoyan didn't hide, he shook his wrist a foot high, and his knuckles rubbed against the back of Zhuang Fanxin's hand, ambiguously flowing past the gorgeous oil paintings on the wall, and the two hyacinths that crossed the necks in the vase at the corner of the wall.
The hairs in Zhuang Fan's heart stood up. He knew that Gu Zhuoyan was teasing him, looking at him stupid, laughing at him drunk, but he didn't do anything. The drug addict asked for a pinch of white powder to capture the soul. of joy.
Stepping into the elevator, Gu Zhuoyan held him.
From the sixteenth layer to the first layer, scrape the palm of his hand with his fingernails when loosening.
Zhuang Fan's heart was so fascinated that he followed with clenched fists, got into the car, hid behind the driver's seat and played with his temper.
The driver asked: "The weather is so good, where to go?"
Gu Zhuoyan answered a small intersection. Zhuang Fan was stunned for a while. It was an old place. They met there, and they were neighbors there. He lived in this homeland for more than ten years.
There are not many vehicles driving there. It is an old area. It has been a long time to dismantle or not to dismantle. I don't know how to plan it. Arrived half an hour later, the intersection was still wide and narrow, the convenience store next to it was changed to a tutoring institution, and the entrance was full of colorful bicycles.
Zhuang Fan was a little surprised. Walking into the alley, the branches of the banyan tree became more and more luxuriant, but the fallen leaves were piled up in a thick layer. It was obvious that no one had cleaned them for a long time.
In front of the former dealer's door, the big iron gate was locked, the colored light ropes on the wall were gone, and only a broken light bulb hung on it. He peered through the crevices to see the beautiful garden overgrown with weeds, so high that it blocked the steps in front of the door.
"There are no more neighborhoods." Gu Zhuoyan said, "The policy has changed several times, building a scenic spot or demolishing a building, but it has not been decided. The owner is not good at renovating himself, and gradually moved."
Zhuang Fan nodded regretfully and followed Gu Zhuo's words and deeds to the end of the alley. The door of Xue's house was also locked. He asked, "Grandpa Xue sold the house?"
"No, the old man is shrewd. If he builds the building, he will sell it. If it is built into a scenic spot, he wants to move back to live." Gu Zhuoyan pushed the door down, stained with rust. "No matter how good a house has been vacant for a long time, it will look desolate."
Zhuang Fanxin stood in front of the door. Although it was deserted inside, his memories were well preserved. The wild vegetation and dull brick walls were all witnesses.
When I turned around, I saw the small fork in front of me, which seemed to be smaller than before. At the end, there were piles of broken furniture left behind when I moved in. The street lamps were covered with small advertisements, and the bluestone slab at the base of the wall was covered with a thick layer of green moss.
Zhuang Fanxin walked over there step by step, there was nothing to see there, but he just wanted to take a closer look.
The phone rang, Gu Zhuoyan went to the corner to answer the phone, and the vice president called to tell him how things were going on the island. After chatting for three or five minutes, he hung up. He flipped through the records to check the detailed documents.
While watching, he turned back to the corner, and when he looked up, Gu Zhuoyan was stunned: "...what are you doing?"
Zhuang Fanxin stood in front of the trash can and was lifting the lid to look inside, only to see the rancid trash. He was silent for a few seconds, then smiled and replied "nothing", but the smile was embarrassing and reluctant.