The flat silk was sunk in a piece, pressing out a circle of folds of different shades, radiating like a blooming flower. Zhuang Fan's heart fell on the stamen, his head was dizzy, Gu Zhuoyan pressed him and asked, "Am I right?"
He desperately denied: "No... it's not like that!"
"What's that?" Gu Zhuoyan leaned down and put his hands on Zhuang Fanxin's neck, "Since you're not lying to me, then the phone call is real?"
"No!" Zhuang Fanxin said the same thing.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't listen anymore: "I've been beaten, why don't you admit it now?"
Zhuang Fan couldn't help shaking his head: "No, I didn't..."
Gu Zhuoyan pinched the twisted shoulders: "Nothing?"
Zhuang Fan couldn't answer, he opened his mouth, and his eyes wandered to dodge.
Gu Zhuoyan glanced at the frantic face: "Didn't you like others, or didn't you lie to me?"
He pressed hard step by step, and when he asked this, his eyes were full of canths, and his temples were beating suddenly, almost crushing Zhuang Fan's heart and burning him.
He couldn't stop asking: "In the past so many years, you said that you can't let go of me and like me, then how could you be empathetic? Knowing I doubt, what are you guilty of? Then who should I ask?! What the hell am I? How dare you admit it!"
The second half of the sentence came from a roar, with a hoarse voice, Gu Zhuoyan's handsome and reserved face became domineering and fierce, and his emotions surged to a peak, hovering in a cavity, and then, a shaky voice hung from his red eyelids. A tear.
Zhuang Fan's heart was stunned, and the tears fell on his face, making him gasp in shock, and his heart was tightly twisted into a ball. He suddenly understood that Gu Zhuoyan was not resenting him or tortured him.
This sound of interrogation is not a judgment against him, but a begging him to give him a relief.
From Zhuang Fanxin's open heart after the reunion, to Lu Wen's phone call, Gu Zhuoyan had doubts, suspecting that Zhuang Fanxin had not empathized with others. Whether it was true or not, he endured not to ask, and was willing to give Zhuang Fanxin a chance to confess.
But this morning, Zhuang Fanxin's disingenuous news that he has always loved you, stirred up Gu Zhuoyan's ten years of unwillingness.
When he was sleeping on the sofa, when he was eating the reunion dinner, smoking in front of the sunset, playing with Monopoly, when he was galloping on the road... He was thinking about it all the time, wanted to confirm, and wanted to hear Zhuang Fanxin tell him, He didn't fall in love with someone else that year, and he wasn't an abandoned fool that year.
Gu Zhuoyan is like a trapped beast, spinning around in the cage for more than 3,000 days and nights. He wants to go out, and he wants a bite of candy for ten years of self-suffering.
"Zhuang'er," he said sadly and stubbornly, "I don't ask anything else, I must know this."
The tear had cooled, Zhuang Fanxin raised his hand and held Gu Zhuoyan's cheeks with the same cold hand. He couldn't care about the balance, and tremblingly confessed: "Besides you, I have never loved anyone, and I have not betrayed anyone. , I have always loved you."
Gu Zhuoyan suddenly let go of his hand, put his weight on Zhuang Fanxin's body, his chest against his chest, and his legs folded.
"You hurt me," he said.
Zhuang Fan's heart suddenly froze.
He prepared everything, scolded him, beat him, picked him up and threw him out, but after Gu Zhuoyan said it, he was quiet, as if that sentence was all the catharsis.
Then, Gu Zhuoyan called him: "Baby."
Zhuang Fanxin sobbed, unable to speak, his forehead rubbed against Gu Zhuoyan's shoulder, his arm stretched out from the loose sleeve tube, wrapped around Gu Zhuoyan's neck like a knot, fastened it, and would rather die stance.
"Where are you still a baby, you are a bastard." Gu Zhuoyan said harshly, kicked off his leather shoes, and rolled into the bed with Zhuang Fanxin's waist. He grabbed Zhuang Fanxin's ear with his teeth, the tips of his teeth were sticking to the cartilage.
Gu Zhuoyan was lured out of control. red petals.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "I want to hurt." The subtle cry, in the dimness, drilled into people's ears and eyes, "You hurt me..."
Boom, Gu Zhuoyan was struck by lightning, his adrenaline soared to the limit, all the accumulated emotions and buried desires spewed out, he kissed Zhuang Fan's heart, with hot lips and tongue, with stretched muscles, with Dry and unsettling billions of nerves.
Zhuang Fanxin tried his best to raise his neck, his most vulnerable throat was exposed and pinched by Gu Zhuoyan, his palm lines covered his pulse, and his fingertips rubbed his Adam's apple. He hummed, his voice escaped from his nose, and his heart was about to burst out of a hole in his chest.
He was deprived of oxygen, the surroundings were black and numb, but his mind was empty and white, and his touch was very clear. Gu Zhuoyan walked along the corner of his lips and let go, nostalgic for the fine print on the side of his neck. trace.
Zhuang Fan's heart hurt from being sucked, even more sour, and the fingers that were clinging to the other's shoulders squeezed together. Gu Zhuoyan playfully licked his skin and sneered at him: "If you plant a strawberry, grab me with your fingernails, and do you still have it?"
After Gu Zhuoyan finished speaking, the hand on his shoulder slid down, not knowing whether it was shyness or what, Zhuang Fanxin turned his face away. He stretched out his hand to retrieve it, and vaguely saw Zhuang Fanxin's hands round his chest, clumsily unbuttoning his pajamas.
The front of Zhuang Fanxin's shirt was open, and Zhuang Fanxin's chest was exposed. He shyly shrugged his shoulders. The small pit at the collarbone was full of shadows, and his long-suffering chest heaved back and forth. Gu Zhuoyan's breathing was disordered, staring, like an impatient gangster, he pushed Zhuang Fanxin's hand away, and ripped off his pajamas completely at once.
The button collapsed and fell on the floor with a tinkling sound. Zhuang Fan had nothing to hide in his heart. He had nowhere to place his hands.
Gu Zhuoyan looked at the body, still slender, but different from the thinness of his youth, he had waist, crotch and two thin chest muscles. He took off his watch, took off his cashmere sweater, covered him with a shirtless shirt, and wrapped his amputated limb, making Zhuang Fan's heart vacate, and tore off the pajama pants.
There are dim shadows of them on the wall, they have never been separated, the whole apartment is so quiet, only Yu Zhuangfan can't help crying, Gu Zhuoyan's heart softens when he hears it, and he keeps saying: " Relax, relax, it won't hurt."
The sense of the body is too clear, Zhuang Fan grabbed the sheet in a random heart: "I, I've been gone for too long... It's been too long..."
He was as shy as a virgin, and his body's stress response would not lie. Gu Zhuoyan was pleased, and the trapped beast was resurrected full of blood. His eyes were hooked. How gentle his hands were, how greedy his eyes were.
For a long time, Zhuang Fanxin screamed in pain while holding the sheet, his fair body turned red every inch, Gu Zhuoyan hugged him, sweat dripping down on him, I don't know whether it was resentment or love, he hugged him and whispered: "You. It made me hurt."
Zhuang Fan bit his lip and refused to utter a word. When Gu Zhuoyan hugged him completely, took him completely, and let go of his mouth, he whimpered, "It hurts just as much as the first time..."
Bang, an orange-red fireworks exploded in the night sky, and the stars were scattered, and after a short while, a golden yellow one was chased. The splendid light came in, and Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fan saw each other clearly in their hearts. The outside was the intertwined tears and sweat, and the inside was the fusion of love and desire.
Gu Zhuoyan shook his waist and said with the last trace of tenderness, "Happy New Year."
Zhuang Fan was powerless to respond, and in the storm, his tune was messed up, crying was not crying, panting was not panting, the ending was sticky, and the sound was higher than the sound, scratching Gu Zhuoyan's scalp numb, pinching him endlessly!
The cold north wind was blowing outside the house, and the clouds and rain kept falling inside, swaying even deeper.
Zhuang Fan's heart was soaked with sweat, his pajamas were hanging on his arms, and he kept shaking as his body swayed. When his strength was exhausted, he fell from Gu Zhuoyan's abdomen.
The dark blue silk sheet was like a sea, and Zhuang Fan's heart was immersed in its ups and downs... Gu Zhuoyan picked him up, his hand was neither heavy nor heavy, and there was only heavy nor light, he couldn't stand it anymore, and struggled to escape. , under the restraint of Gu Zhuoyan, rolled hard, lying on the bed, grabbing the quilt and trying to get out of Gu Zhuoyan's arms.
He crawled forward, begging hoarsely, no, no more...
Gu Zhuoyan was simply amused. Beneath him, Zhuang Fanxin was crawling with his back arched, only his pajamas were loosely covering his waist and buttocks. He clasped one of his ankles, pulled it back, and covered it directly from behind, and after that, only Zhuang Fanxin cried.
He lowered his eyes and cast his eyes on Zhuang Fanxin's back, his spine, shoulder blades, shrunk arms, waist, and bent legs. With the faint light, the skin and flesh of this body were gleaming with a soft and creamy white color.
Zhuang Fan's heart lies on the dark blue silk bed sheet, sparkling like the moon falling from the sea, and also like pear flowers in a blue glaze vase.
Gu Zhuoyan was fierce for a long time, and his steel and iron bones were about to be broken by him.
The window was not covered during the festivities, and when it was over, Gu Zhuoyan took out the remote control to close the curtains, turned over, put the watery Zhuang Fan's heart in his arms, and fell asleep with a sigh.
From the early morning light to the dawn, on the first day of the new year, the solemn day of New Year's greetings, Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin hid under the blankets, naked and breathing each other, a charming scene of entering the bridal chamber and shaking the red bed.
Zhuang Fan's heart was beaten too hard, he fell asleep soundly, his body trembled from time to time, Gu Zhuoyan surrounded him, his sweaty body was dry and warm, and even in his sleep he could hear the vigorous heartbeat.
I don't know what time I slept, but Gu Zhuoyan woke up first, and wanted to drink water with dry lips. Putting on a nightgown, he got up. The phone on the blanket by the bed just stopped vibrating. He picked it up and took a look. It was eleven o'clock and there were more than 40 missed calls.
It vibrated again, Gu Zhuoyan opened the door and went out, pressed the call button: "Hello, Dad."
Gu Shibo asked, "Where are you? Why didn't you answer the phone?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'm sleeping, I just woke up." He went to the table to pour water, and he gulped down a cup. Gu Shibo was enraged by his attitude, and immediately became stern: "Today, the first day of the new year, how many relatives and friends come to pay New Year's greetings, you don't even show your face, do you understand the rules?"
Gu Zhuoyan walked back to the bedroom with a glass of water, put it on the bedside table, lifted the quilt and lay back in the quilt, reached out and touched Zhuang Fan's smooth body, and perfunctoryly said to the phone: "I'm not going, help me to tell my grandfather and grandpa. One sound."
Gu Shibo said angrily, "Go back to me, what's the matter with you while you're on vacation?!"
Wandering down, Gu Zhuoyan stroked Zhuang Fanxin's waist, and leaned down, revealing a wicked smile: "Doing human affairs."
Gu Shiboquan took him for nonsense: "What the hell are you doing?!"
Gu Zhuoyan thought about it for a while: "To engage in an object."
Just after hanging up here, Gu Zhuoyan followed the ringtone and found Zhuang Fanxin's mobile phone under the bed, which was called by Zhuang Xianyang. He changed his attitude, and after connecting, he said sanely, "Uncle, I'm Xiao Gu."
As if he didn't expect it, Zhuang Xianyang was taken aback: "Xiao Gu? Fan Xin is with you?"
"Well, he's here with me." Gu Zhuoyan told the truth, but withdrew the hand that was behind Zhuang Fanxin's sin. Hearing his father's phone call, he felt a little guilty, "He... hasn't gotten up yet."
Zhuang Xianyang gave an embarrassed "ah": "you wake him up, he was in your way on the first day of the new year, let him come back."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "It's okay, it's not good for his spine when he sleeps on the sofa at home, so he'll be with me for the past two days." He couldn't help but want to make it clear, "By the way, let's talk about investment, in short, you don't have to worry about him."
Zhuang Fanxin never woke up, curled up motionless, Gu Zhuoyan turned off the phone and lay down again to sleep. The two of them slept until the second day of the new year. The bed was full of heat, and the curtains were closed, so they couldn't tell the difference between day and night.
Zhuang Fan finally woke up, opened his eyes chaotically, the absurdity of New Year's Eve flashed back in front of his eyes, and the surging climaxes seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow, and he couldn't move for a while.
After a long time, he struggled to get up, and his limbs were so soft that he seemed to be picking up tendons, slipped out of the bed, and got out of bed naked. He didn't have the nerve to run naked, but his pajamas and pajamas were out of shape, so he picked up Gu Zhuoyan's cashmere sweater and put it on.
Zhuang Fan wandered around for a long time and couldn't find his underwear, so he gave up, walked into the bathroom vainly, and stood in front of the mirror, his face was pale and haggard, his lips and eyes were a little red, and there were a series of shades of kiss marks on his neck.
There were two toothbrushes inserted into the mouthwash cup, one of which was used by him after his last stay, and Gu Zhuoyan never threw it away. Zhuang Fanxin stretched out his hand and took it out, just the small toothbrush in this corner, but his nose was suddenly sore that he wanted to cry.
Gu Zhuoyan rolled over and fluttered, woke up, and walked to the bathroom door with his slippers on. He saw Zhuang Fanxin standing there washing in front of the washbasin, wearing his black sweater, which was loose enough to cover his buttocks. Fully folded legs.
He paced over, stopped behind Zhuang Fanxin with his back close, and said hoarsely, "Morning."
Zhuang Fanxin looked at the mirror. Laziness after a long sleep, shyness after an intense affair, mixed with anxiety after a blind confession, he laughed dully, and accidentally squeezed out a large piece of toothpaste.
"Why is it so wasteful?" Gu Zhuoyan was looking for trouble, rubbed his toothbrush, and then brushed against Zhuang Fanxin's face. As they got closer, Zhuang Fanxin was squeezed to support Chi Yan'er, and glanced resentfully from the mirror.
Gu Zhuoyan is a holy monk who has opened meat, making it more difficult to keep the precepts at this sight. He picked up the sweater with a taste, pressed his stomach, and deceived into the still wet and soft gentle village.
The toothbrush went in and out between his lips and teeth, fast, slow, scratching the inner wall of his mouth, Zhuang Fan's pale cheeks floated up, and he swallowed several mouthfuls of foam. He was fighting with each other, fell down, and was dragged into the shower by Gu Zhuoyan's waist, where he cleaned him while soiling him.
For two full hours, the bathroom was like a fairyland, and the sound of water stopped. Gu Zhuoyan wrapped Zhuang Fan's heart in a towel and hugged him out. The bed sheets in the bedroom could not be read. He put the person on the head of the bed. He went to the closet to get a new set of bedding. Zhuang Fan sat wetly and whispered from behind, "Give me a pair of underwear."
Gu Zhuoyan asked some nonsense: "Only wearing underwear?"
"I want something else." Zhuang Fan was really empty and felt cold, "I want to wear a sweater."
After making the bed and changing into a new silk quilt, Zhuang Fanxin put on a thick beige sweater, not knowing what to do, leaning against the head of the bed to cover his stomach. Gu Zhuoyan sat on the edge of the bed, bent over and lay on Zhuang Fanxin's abdomen.
"What?" Zhuang Fan was puzzled.
Gu Zhuoyan said, "He seems to have kicked me."
Zhuang Fanxin pushed the idiot's shoulder hard: "I'm sick, you..." He couldn't push it away, Gu Zhuoyan stood up and looked at him. what.
Zhuang Fan ducked his head evasively. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a box. Under the pillow, he pulled it out to see that it seemed to be in Gu Zhuoyan's coat pocket on New Year's Eve.
"For you." Gu Zhuoyan said.
Zhuang Fanxin was a little surprised: "For me?"
"A small gift for the new year." Gu Zhuoyan said, "Open it and see."
The half-palm-sized velvet box, Zhuang Fanxin probably guessed that it was a necklace or a bracelet. He opened it, but he didn't expect a pair of square diamond earrings inside. Immediately, his earlobes became hot, and Gu Zhuoyan pinched him gently, and said uncomfortably and kindly, "Put it on and show me."
Zhuang Fanxin had his ears pierced for the filming, but he never wore it again, and before he uttered a word, Gu Zhuoyan picked up one and brought it closer. He turned his face away, and felt Gu Zhuoyan holding his breath at close range, afraid that he would stab him, and it took a while to help him put it on.
The two diamonds with high purity shine brightly, adding a touch of radiance to Zhuang Fanxin's soft outline. He was a little uncomfortable and couldn't find the mirror. He raised his head and looked for himself in Gu Zhuoyan's eyes.
Those eyes were deep and bright, Zhuang Fan stared at him, a little lost.
"Zhuanger." Gu Zhuoyan called him.
Zhuang Fan replied stupidly, "Huh?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Let's get back together."