"During the rainy season in the south, a pink woman was walking, and a boy in the woods picked up a stone and threw it at her round belly..."
Zhou Hao woke up again from a strange dream, and took out his mobile phone. It was just after two o'clock in the morning. Far away from him, lay a man.
The man was bare-chested and turned his back to him, only the back outlined by the fortitude and the lazy black hair.
A few hours ago, the two of them were stacking arhats, wishing they could bury each other in each other's bodies. Now, the ravine is separated, and they wish they could diverge 800 meters away.
"Jiang Yuqian, Jiang Yuqian..." Zhou Hao moved his body closer, shouted many times in a row, and aggressively set fire to the man with his hands and mouth.
The man muttered a few words, turned over and rolled over Zhou Hao.
"Want?" the man asked half awake.
"Can't sleep, want to do something else."
It hit it off, and the two were tightly stacked together again...
For about half an hour, both were more or less satisfied with each other. The man pushed Zhou Hao away and entered the bathroom, and immediately there was a sound of rushing water.
In the dark and narrow space, Zhou Hao groped for the cigarette case on the bedside table, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.
This has always been his habit, and he always has a cigarette afterwards. The smoke can paralyze the nerves, temporarily forget many things, and forget the joy of fish and water just now.
Not long after, the man finished rinsing and came out wrapped in a bath towel from the waist down. There were still wet traces of water on his hair, dripping onto his shoulders and the floor. He turned on the light in the room, and suddenly the darkness disappeared.
The sticky bed sheet, Zhou Hao's naked body, and the ball of white liquid between Zhou Hao's thighs instantly jumped into the man's sight.
"Go to the bathroom to wash up." The man frowned and said.
Zhou Hao smiled, put the cigarette butt into the ashtray, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you feel comfortable just now?"
The man ignored him and began to wipe his hair.
"Jiang Yuqian," Zhou Hao yelled out in a very solemn voice after contemplating for a long time in his heart.
The man looked back at him puzzled.
"Tomorrow is my birthday, you come here at night."
There was a hint of sarcasm in the man's eyes, as if accusing him of overstepping the rules, "Tomorrow is Monday."
An invisible treaty lay between the two of them—from Monday to Friday, the man would not come here at all, and he would come only on weekends.
This is an overly good-looking man, with unfathomable black pupils that can't tell the depth of emotion, nor the depth of desire, his ice-like and unbreakable face is always sullen, without any other superfluous expressions.
For a long time, Zhou Hao didn't speak, he locked himself in a cage and slowly licked his wounds. The wound was almost licked, so he laughed at himself, and said indifferently, "It's Monday, I almost forgot. It's done, then I'll get through it by myself."
There is always a kind of person who pretends to be arrogant and conceited, even to the point of being disgusting, and he refuses to let go of that disguise easily. Mingming's heart is terribly fragile, terribly lonely, and even more terribly longing for someone to accompany him on his birthday, but he just refuses to admit it.
Coincidentally, Zhou Hao is such a person.
Jiang Yuqian dried his hair, walked to the head of the bed, looked at the half of the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and said solemnly, "Don't smoke in the room from now on, it smells bad."
Zhou Hao blinked his eyes, and said angrily, "Are you afraid of inhaling second-hand smoke?"
Jiang Yuqian responded indifferently: "I'll go to the living room to sleep."
Zhou Hao seemed to be stimulated suddenly, and rushed over to block the door, "You are not allowed to go! You are not allowed to go anywhere!"
"What kind of crazy are you smoking again!?"
The semen between the buttocks slid down the thighs to the calves, as if there were countless transparent snakes hanging on his body, Zhou Hao's body softened, and he slowly moved to the side, letting the bedroom door open.
Jiang Yuqian also saw his "cultivation" just now, his expression softened, "Go take a shower."
Seemingly concerned, Zhou Hao had a little hope again, he hugged the man in front of him, "I'm going to take a shower right now, don't go to the living room."
One of the rare times, Zhou Hao compromised his self-esteem.
After the rustling, Zhou Hao first went to take a shower. After the shower, he lifted the bed sheet, threw it into the washing machine, and took out a new one from the cabinet to change it on.
Zhou Hao was busy very quickly, and he didn't dare to delay for a second, for fear that Jiang Yuqian would repent, so he ran to the living room to sleep.
In his heart, he had already advanced his birthday, so let's take it as today, let's take it as today's birthday.
The two were lying on the clean sheets, Zhou Hao opened his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling. It seemed boring, and he started staring at Jiang Yuqian's back again.
"Jiang Yuqian." He whispered.
The person who turned his back didn't respond, leaving him with an indifferent back, vaguely in the night.
"Jiang Yuqian." He called out again, a little louder than before.
The person who turned his back still didn't respond.
Zhou Hao suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Yuqian's hair, forcing him to turn around.
"What's wrong with you!?"
Zhou Hao blinked, lay on the bed obediently and motionless, his eyes stared at Jiang Yuqian's irritable face as if looking through autumn water.
He didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to hear the man say something to him—
"Haohao, happy birthday."