After Liang Xi and Wang Chao finished their meal, he couldn't go home to sleep, and the long night was boring, so he suggested, "Let's go for a drink? It's been a while."
Wang Chao was ashamed to see people now, and he didn't want to go at all, so he said, "I won't go, you can be careful and I will tell sister-in-law Bai Tu."
Liang Xi said: "You tell me, I'll just have a glass of wine and nothing else."
That being said, he doesn't want to go alone, and it's better to go back and chat with Baitu on the phone after drinking. If it's convenient for Baitu, he can also make a video.
Thinking of this, he immediately got excited, and left in a hurry after paying the bill.
Leaving Wang Chao alone, he silently peeled and ate the remaining crayfish before slowly putting on his hat and going home.
He lowered his head and only looked at the road. He passed people at the entrance of the hotel. After walking a few steps, he heard someone calling him behind him. Looking back, he was a tall, dark man with a rough and sturdy appearance.
Wang Chao's scalp tightened immediately.
This person's surname is Chi, and he was the guide Wang Qi found for him when he went to the Sichuan-Tibet line. He was a teammate who practiced Sanda with Wang Qi before, and his hair with lice was shaved by this person himself.
The two got along for half a month on the road, and everything was good everywhere. On the last night of their arrival in Beijing after the Sichuan-Tibet trip, they slept in a standard room in a broken hotel at a high-speed service station in Shijiazhuang. Chi asked him if it was, and he replied what was it, and the one surnamed Chi touched his bed and wanted to kiss him, frightened him half to death, pushed him away, took his clothes and put on a pair of underpants and left. Ran.
Afterwards, he wanted to sue Wang Qi, but when he thought about it, he didn't do anything, and when he practiced Sanda, he couldn't run away if he really wanted to. If he thought about it, he didn't lose. No more.
The person he thought he would never see again, now walked towards him with a look of surprise, and asked a little shyly, "Xiao Chao, are you alone?"
Wang Jin drove the car silently, Yan Rong was sitting in the passenger seat, holding the cream cookie flavored ice cream box in his right hand, with a spoon inserted in it, he took two mouthfuls and stopped eating, and grabbed the corner of Wang Jin's shirt with his left hand , as if he was afraid that Wang Jin would run away if he didn't pay attention.
Just now at Liang Xi's house, after hearing Wang Jin's words, he was stunned for a long time, and then hugged Wang Jin tightly, without saying a word for a long time.
But Wang Jin heard a thousand words in this hug.
Speaking out the uneasiness that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time made him feel a rare relief, he let Yan Rong fully see his inferiority complex, it was not as embarrassing as he imagined. He didn't ask Yan Rong what he was thinking, he knew that they still love each other deeply, this is already the best moment for him.
He thought, at least at this moment, they have no knots in their hearts, they can better cherish the present, hug each other, and he can still try his best to give Yan Rong a lot of love and companionship.
Yan Rong hugged him for a long time, he kept squatting in front of Yan Rong, and finally couldn't help saying: "...my leg is numb."
Yan Rong slowly let go of his hand, staring at him, those blue eyes seemed to be filled with two pools of soft spring water, and said softly: "Wang Jinzhou, I'm homesick, you take me home."
Yan Rong quickly packed his small amount of luggage.
On the dining table outside, there was still dinner made by his aunt. Wang Jin found a few lock boxes in the refrigerator and packed them up to take away.
They are going home together.
Driving into the yard, the automatic door closed behind the car, and the headlights shone across the lawn. Yan Rong saw the injured rhododendron at a glance. He sat up straight and looked at it through the window.
Wang Jin held his hand that was still gripping his shirt tightly, and said, "It rained heavily that day, and I thought it would die, but luckily it didn't, and new shoots have grown."
He drove the car into the garage, Yan Rong put the ice cream box on the dashboard, unfastened his seat belt, jumped out of the car and ran to Du Juan.
Wang Jin looked down at the corner of the shirt, it was wrinkled and a little wet, it was the sweat from Yan Rong's palm.
He didn't care about it either, turned off the ignition and unbuckled his seat belt, and just about to pull out the key, Yan Rong opened the door and went back to the car.
The voice-activated lights in the garage were not too bright, and in the dim light, Yan Rong's small face was shining white, but his expression was a bit sad.
Wang Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "The flower...is it still dead?"
Yan Rong shook his head and said, "No."
Wang Jin wanted to ask again, but Yan Rong rushed over and bit his lip desperately, he felt a sting, his lip was bitten, and this kiss soon tasted bloody.
At this time, no one cared, Yan Rong stretched out the tip of his tongue, and was licked and sucked by Wang Jin. They sucked the body fluid in each other's mouth, entwined softly and fiercely, and felt that they were about to touch each other. to each other's souls.
But kissing is not enough.
Yan Rong pushed Wang Jin's chest, panting and backed away a little.
There were some light red bloodstains on Wang Jin's lips, which made his always elegant and gentle appearance a bit wild and unruly.
Wang Jin stared at Yan Rong, stretched out his hand and pulled out the car key, said: "I can't bear to go upstairs to get a condom, it's on the first floor, shoot inside, okay?"
Yan Rong said: "No."
Wang Jin: "..."
Yanrong rushed over again, he pressed his chest against Wang Jin's body, and rubbed the tip of his nose against Wang Jin's bridge. He felt that he was like a female lion waiting to mate, and said impatiently: "Just Here, fuck me."
The rhododendron isn't dead, which is great, it's not.
As for the tree that grew in Wang Jin's heart, he had to work hard to make the trunk thicker and the branches and leaves more lush, so that he would not be afraid of anything when the wind and rain came.
As long as Wang Jin loves him, he will not be afraid of anything.
He understands what it means to truly grow up.
The unlucky Wang Chao wandered back home. When he first entered the yard, he didn't feel anything. When he turned the steering wheel and wanted to drive into the garage, he was dumbfounded and hurriedly turned off the lights.
Wang Jin's red BMW trembled as if it had been equipped with a vibration motor. He listened carefully and could hear Yan Rong crying "Dad".
Wang Chao didn't dare to listen, and didn't dare to turn the car around, so he got out of the car lightly, bent over, opened the door like a thief, didn't dare to turn on the light on the first floor, and ran back in the dark. In his own room, he even locked the door, what if Wang Jin gets upset after a while and comes up to beat him up again
Wang Jin didn't come to beat him, but he saw his car, but he didn't care about it at all.
The ice cream on the dashboard was overturned, and the car was filled with a sweet smell, mixed with Yan Rong's cry, and it was impossible to tell which was sweeter.
Yan Rong's hand was pressed against the car window, his thin white fingers twitched and convulsed, and they were tightly wrapped in Wang Jin's hand, the big and small hands were clasped together, and the souls of each other were also blended together.
From the garage to the upstairs, the two entangled each other, kissed when they were tired, and continued until Yan Rong couldn't shoot anymore.
Wang Jin bathed and cleaned him up, carried him out and put him on the bed, then went into the bathroom to wash himself.
When he came out, he sat on the edge of the bed, looked back at Yan Rong while wiping his hair, and asked, "Is it better? Does it hurt?"
Yan Rong didn't wear anything, and stretched his hand between his legs to feel it, and said, "The dick hurts a little."
His movements were very natural, but Wang Jin could see the swelling below, and turned around to cover up his hair and continued to wipe his hair.
Yan Rong wanted to see him, so he tried to get up, hugged him from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder, looked at his face, imitating his previous gentleness, and asked: "Is it comfortable just now?"
Wang Jin: "...comfortable."
Yan Rong was very happy, and said again: "Am I very lewd?"
Wang Jin: "..."
Yan Rong said: "I can be more lewd."
Wang Jin thought that he didn't understand the praise and blame of this word, and wanted to explain, but he heard him continue: "I can make you comfortable until you are eighty years old, no, a hundred years old."
Wang Jin was astonished.
Yan Rong was coaxing him, although it was a bit clumsy.
But it coaxed him, and he loved it.
Yan Rong's waist and legs were a bit weak, this posture made him feel tired, he slid down and sat on the bed, his face was against Wang Jin's back, and his arms were around Wang Jin's waist.
He wanted to be with Wang Jin long and not to be separated for a second.
He has never felt that time is so precious like today.
Time is so scary.
It's not that he hasn't thought about the reality that he is seventeen years younger than Wang Jin, he has thought about it, and he has thought about it many times.
He thought that the handsome, golden and gentle Wang Jin would become more and more attractive in the future. Five, ten, or even twenty years later, he would still be able to attract many women and gays, but what about himself? There are too many examples of mixed races with long disabilities. Maybe when people see the two of them together in the future, they will say that Wang Jin has such good conditions, so why did he choose such a poor partner. So he wants to keep fit and yearn for muscles so that his skin and body will not become loose. He hopes that he can always match Wang Jin in appearance. He also wanted to be excellent, and worked hard to study all courses including Chinese. He wanted to be a man who could stand with Wang Jin and was no less inferior.
However, he never thought that Wang Jin would grow old.
He never thought that Wang Jin was actually afraid of "getting old".
He understood what Wang Jin was afraid of. Like him, Wang Jin was afraid that with the passage of time, the love of the other party would disappear.
Because I love it so much, I am afraid.
He looked up at Wang Jin's broad back, and called out, "Wang Jinzhou."
After wiping his hair, Wang Jin said, "Huh?"
He whispered: "I love you."
Wang Jin gently grabbed his hand on his waist.
Yanrong said repeatedly: "I love you, I love you, I love you..."
Wang Jin put his hand on his heart and said, "It's very, very big."
Yan Rong pressed his face against his back, and he felt a little damp and hot.
But both of them were filled with quiet joy.
Not only did they love each other, they finally understood each other.
It was almost dawn, and the two kissed and kissed, reluctant to fall asleep.
When he was free, Wang Jin patted Yan Rong's back and asked, "Is the school thing over?"
He had already heard from Liang Xi that Yan Rong was going back to school.
Yan Rong let out a "hmm", and leaned on his chest coquettishly, and said, "Ben didn't really kiss me, he likes girls, and I don't like his type either."
He hugged Wang Jin tightly, and said, "If you get jealous again, you will lose your temper, or I will get angry."
Wang Jin said: "Okay."
Yan Rong closed his eyes, thought about something, opened them again after a while, and said suddenly: "Didn't you say you want to watch me play football? Go next week."
Young people's thoughts always come out as soon as they come out, Wang Jin agreed: "Okay, I'll call you in advance depending on which day I'm free."
Yan Rong said seriously: "We must go."
On Wednesday, Wang Jin called Yan Rong and said that he was free today and could go to school to watch him play football in the evening.
Sitting in the second row of the auditorium, Wang Jin looked at Yan Rong and the boys running on the green field from a distance. Everyone was youthful, and Yan Rong was particularly dazzling.
He wore his favorite Real Madrid jersey. As he himself said, he was really handsome in football. How about his skills? A group of girls not far from Wang Jin voluntarily acted as cheerleaders for this simple game. Even out of the closet, he was still very popular with girls.
After the show ended, Yan Rong ran up sweating profusely, and asked happily, "Am I handsome?"
Wang Jin handed him the water with a smile, and said, "You're so handsome."
Yan Rong sat next to him, drank a few sips of water, and then lifted his jersey to wipe the sweat off his face, looking like a sunny and healthy high school boy.
Wang Jin likes it very much, but he is inevitably a little ashamed. He specially dressed very casually today, but the flowers are not as popular as ever, and he is no longer young.
A few boys who were also playing football walked down the aisle to go back. They greeted this way, and greeted enthusiastically, "Hello, Uncle!"
Wang Jin kept a smile on his face, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.
Yan Rong sat up straight and responded, "Don't bark! He's not my father!"
Wang Jin: "..."
Several boys looked at each other.
Yan Rong looked at Wang Jin, his eyes were bright.
Wang Jin guessed what he was going to do and hurriedly tried to stop him.
But Yanrong has already said it: "He is my boyfriend!"
my boyfriend! Boy friend!
This sentence seemed to echo several times in the empty football field. Wang Jin was not sure, and it might be his own auditory hallucination.
The excited screams of the girls, and the whistling of the boys before leaving, probably were also auditory hallucinations.
In the huge stadium, only the two of them were left with the red sunset in the sky.
Yan Rong said: "Now they all know."
Wang Jin: "...um."
Yan Rong said: "Don't think about leaving me anymore."
Wang Jin said, "Yes."
Yanrong said again: "You want to marry me and live with me."
Wang Jin also sat up straighter, and said solemnly, "Okay."
In the past, he felt that it would be a long and difficult journey to reach Yan Rong's twenty years old, and he always doubted that there would be a day when he would reach it.
But now, he thinks he can.
Yan Rong tilted his body, leaned his head on his shoulder, and said slowly: "Wang Jinzhou, you want to grow up with me, and then I will grow old with you."
Wang Jin looked at the setting sun, a little dazzling, he narrowed his wet eyes slightly.
He's come to believe that they'll be together forever, no matter who grows up or who gets old.
Yanrong really has every look he likes.
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