Day 16 15:45
Song Ran didn't want to stop on this street for a second.
He wanted to step back and turn around a street corner. There was a lively kindergarten there, where he and Mr. He had made an appointment to meet in advance. As long as he flees back, closes his eyes, and waits for the clock to turn four o'clock sharply, Mr. He will surely appear in front of him as promised.
He bet that Mr. He felt bad for him and was reluctant to "make things difficult" to the end.
He Zhiyuan seemed to have guessed his plan, and immediately said: "Darling, don't be afraid, don't be afraid first. I'm not the same as your father, I'm not him. The promise I made to you will definitely be fulfilled, even if the sky falls. I won't break the appointment. Please trust me once and stand there waiting for me, okay?"
His tone was gentle and firm, and Song Ran's footsteps paused, like a nail being smashed into a square brick, unable to retreat, nor dare to move forward.
"Mr. He, I... I really can't... "
Song Ran lowered his head, choked and murmured.
He was afraid of too many things - not only was he afraid that Mr. He would not want him, but also that he was finally waiting for someone to come, but he fell ill on the spot, trapped in the distorted kaleidoscope and couldn't get out, and he kept chanting and chanting. Those numbers messed up their first meeting, and even terrified the little Boob who had always liked him.
Songran has been looking forward to this day for too long, it will become a beautiful memory that he will cherish for a lifetime, and he doesn't want to screw it up.
What frightened him even more were some uncontrollable absurd speculations.
Will you be counting and accidentally touching a certain extremely unlucky number, disaster strikes, nightmare repeats, Mr. He, who was going to make an appointment, suddenly disappears out of thin air, can no longer come to him, and even makes phone calls? No way
So what does he do
Thinking of this possibility, Song Ran's heart tensed, feeling that the finely shattered sunlight had really turned into glass slag.
"Mr. He, can we... can we meet right at the gate of the kindergarten?" Song Ran pleaded, "I want to see you, and I want to see you now. Don't make fun of me, don't hide, come quickly!"
He looked around the empty street, his eyes gradually turned red, and the last sentence almost had to be roared with all his might to cover up the wet cry.
He Zhiyuan whispered, "Baby, I'm waiting for the bus."
Song Ran: "Wait... Waiting for the bus?"
"Yeah." He Zhiyuan raised his wrist and looked at his watch, his tone was gentle, as if he was talking to a sleeping kitten, "I am very close to you, only three streets and two intersections away. I also want to see you as soon as possible. It’s better to fly directly over it, but unfortunately I don’t have wings. At present, the fastest mode of transportation is probably the bus, and the next bus will stop in a minute... Ah, I seem to see It's here, it's about to pit, do you want me to get on the bus?"
Song Ran's expression was blank: "Hope."
"So, are you willing to wait for me where you are?"
"Wish, yes!" Song Ran reacted, nodded vigorously, her eyes gleamed, and her breathing became rapid, "Mr. He, I will count, I... I will start counting now, come early, don't miss it That car."
"Okay." He Zhiyuan promised him with a smile, "I won't miss it."
The small station, hiding in the cloud of wisteria flowers, waited for the passers-by that only came once an hour.
Song Ran took a few steps towards it, looking at the long shaded street that could not be seen at a glance, and suddenly he was no longer afraid of the unknown. Little by little, his chest filled with warmth, and he gathered his courage and began to read silently.
"one two three four… "
A jingle rang behind him, and an old man riding Yong Yong Er Ba slowly approached Song Ran. When passing by, the old man glanced at the young man who was standing still with a strange look, then the front of the car turned and disappeared at the corner.
"Ten, eleven, twelve..."
The proprietress of the tailor shop on the street came out and took away a bamboo bench placed under the tree. She raised her head and looked at Song Ran, but she didn't see why she came for a long time, so she went back talking.
"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty..."
A sycamore leaf left the branch and floated past Songran's eyes. He held the phone and stared into the distance, becoming more and more nervous.
"Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven..."
Why haven't you come yet
The surroundings were silent, the leaves did not move at all, the time seemed to be frozen, and even the wind forgot to walk this street.
"Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six..."
Suddenly, the wind was loud and restless, and "hula" poured into the silent street, blowing away the shade of the trees in the distance. Through the beam of bright sunlight, Song Ran could vaguely see the outline of a bus at the end of the long street.
coming!
His heart was almost screaming, but his expression didn't change. He just stared at the car with all his attention, his mouth was slightly open because of the high tension, and he stopped counting.
The bus came slowly in Songran's direction, the outline changed from blurred to clear, the front of the bus was square, and a row of bright green digital lights was on.
Route 41.
It drove so slowly, at least in Song Ran's eyes, it dawdled like a snail crawling, and it was like falling into a swamp of different depths. All four wheels were dragged by the mud, and it took a long time to slowly move half the distance. Song Ran couldn't take it anymore, so he took the initiative to run wildly, and hurriedly stopped in front of the crosswalk across the road.
Along with the station announcement, No. 41 smoothly stopped at the small platform.
Song Ran stared at the car door, her eyes were about to pop out - Mr. He, are you inside? Will you cross the long time and distance and come out through this door
The door opened, and there was only one passenger who got off the bus at the stop. The bus did not stop and drove away quickly.
It was a tall, tall man.
Black shirt, smoky grey tie, and a silver clip on the front reflecting the sunlight.
He walked leisurely to the side of the road, faced Song Ran, opened his arms towards him with a smile, and whispered, "Baby, come."
As soon as the words fell, a figure swept across the street, like a flying arrow wiping out an afterimage, and crashed into He Zhiyuan's arms head-on.
Song Ran is 1.78 meters tall, weighs 70 kilograms, has muscles, and has explosive power. He Zhiyuan couldn't hold it, and his center of gravity was unbalanced. He took two steps and hit his back. the window of the tea house.
As soon as they heard a "bang", the window frame vibrated, and the wisteria flowers on the top of the window turned into a rain, splashing all over them.
"Mr. He!"
Song Ran didn't care, he refused to retreat even an inch, and firmly wrapped around He Zhiyuan's neck, hugging him tightly.
He Zhiyuan was amused by his childish impulsive behavior, he took advantage of the situation to embrace his waist, brushed off the petals that fell between his clothes and hair, and said warmly, "I'm here, I'm here... It's okay, I'm not here to pick you up. Are you?"
"Uh-huh!"
Song Ran nodded vigorously, but his emotions were not restrained at once, his nose was sore, and he leaned on He Zhiyuan's shoulder and sobbed fiercely.
He Zhiyuan patted his back lightly, again and again, accepting all his grievances with a broad embrace.
Song Ran buried her head in his neck, all the weight of her body was pressed up, wishing she could be embedded in each other's bones and flesh.
"Mr. He."
He called again, his voice sticky.
"Baby, I'm here."
Responses are always prompt.
Song Ran's heart softened into a small snail without a shell, and her arms tightened.
He has not been hugged for many years, many years. He feels cold alone at night, so he can only hug himself, missing the warmth that remains in his memory - his skin is directly touching with heat, and his pulse is beating powerfully underneath. , smells intertwined, and gradually depend on each other.
But after all, it's just memory and can't bring real temperature.
The more he missed it, the colder he felt, every inch of his skin was hollowed out, itching unbearably, as if ten thousand ants had crawled over it.
Today he was finally carried into his arms by a mature man. The opponent was taller and stronger than him, with hard arms and chest muscles, a wall that could not be pushed down, and the strong male hormone breath gave him enough security.
Like a father's protection to a weak child.
Song Ran heard a slight cracking sound, and the protective shell called "strong" plated outside his heart cracked. A young boy stuck his head out, walked over timidly, timidly occupied his consciousness, and timidly hugged He Zhiyuan, cried and called, "Dad."
dad.
This sound was very light, but He Zhiyuan could hear it clearly.
He couldn't help feeling distressed.
"Baby, it's alright, Dad is with you." He hugged Songran tightly and kissed his hot side neck, "Be good, don't be afraid. With Dad here, I won't be afraid in the future."
The curtain at the door of the tea house was pulled open, and a clerk came out to check the situation, trying to figure out what was going on with the loud noise that almost shattered the glass just now, but as soon as he went out, he met two men hugging by the window, his eyes All stared.
Looking at the one who showed his face again, the clerk was stunned: "He, Mr. He?"
He Zhiyuan is a regular customer of this tea house. He often pays for his face, and every clerk knows him.
He gestured "don't disturb" with his eyes, but it was too late. Song Ran was startled by this sound, and subconsciously pushed him away, took a step back in a panic, grabbed the seam of his trousers with his fingers, and looked at the clerk at a loss, his wet eyes as red as rabbits.
"Yes, I'm sorry! Mr. He, I'll give you a 30% discount next time!"
The clerk bowed, turned around and hid back into the tea house.
Song Ran had called out "Dad" just now, but she was so ashamed that she lowered her head and didn't dare to look directly at He Zhiyuan.
"Song Ran?"
He Zhiyuan wanted to hold his hand and take a step closer, but he quickly took a step back.
One step closer, he took another step back.
There was the little station behind him, and he took no more than three steps back, tragically against a cold glass wall on his back—there was no way.
This time to die.
Song Ran lowered his gaze, watching the pair of expensive leather shoes approaching him without asking. At the same time, there were also two straight legs that were obviously longer than his - a congenital disadvantage and a losing aura. He Zhiyuan put one hand in his pocket, tapped Songran's sneakers with his shiny toes, and blew a warm breath on his forehead: "What are you hiding?"
"No, I didn't hide."
He Zhiyuan sneered, "Didn't you show me your forehead?"
Song Ran thought for five seconds, but failed to refute, so he had to bite the bullet and raised his head.
Strictly speaking, he flew across the road just now, rushing, throwing, hugging, walking, and flowing water. He didn't have time to look carefully at Mr. He's face. Now it was the first time they looked directly at each other at close range.
Rely on, live.
He can breathe, blink, and raise his eyebrows twice—so handsome.
Before, Song Ran had been electrocuted even after a distance of more than ten meters, but now it was only ten centimeters apart, and every trace of it was visible. He stared blankly at He Zhiyuan's facial features, his heart was thumping in his chest, and he threw all his etiquette, integrity, and honor into the coals. The cake oven, the shameful "Dad" was thrown somewhere.
It was very interesting that his IQ dropped to zero in one second, and He Zhiyuan smiled.
Song Ran was greedy for his smile and said stupidly, "Will you smile again?"
He Zhiyuan then cooperated and smiled again.
This time, Song Ran himself didn't know what he was doing - he reached out and grabbed He Zhiyuan's tie, pulled it down hard, raised his head and kissed it.
Lips touch.
Dry, soft, slightly cool, indescribably comfortable.
After losing control in just one second, it was probably the strange touch of kissing that caused Song Ran to wake up in an instant, and she desperately retracted her neck, but before her lips were completely separated, they suddenly became more entangled - He Zhiyuan's eyes sank. , backhand clasped the hand that grabbed his tie and pressed it firmly against the wall, chasing after his lips and kissing him.
In a hurry, Song Ran's head hit the glass, making a muffled "dong" sound.
Song Ran's initiative before was only a touch of water, and He Zhiyuan was obviously not satisfied with this. He pushed the person against the wall with an unresistable attitude, broke through the gentle line of defense of his lips, rubbed the tip of his tongue hard against his gums, and slammed into the inside, hooking his slippery tongue and sucking hard. The stance of attacking the city was too fierce, Song Ran opened a pair of startled eyes, and before he could react, his lips had been ravaged and deformed.
"Well!"
He felt a little pain, his head struggled to the left, He Zhiyuan rolled to the left, to the right, He Zhiyuan relentlessly rolled to the right, and finally stuck his chin with a tiger's mouth to prevent him from turning his head.
Just when Song Ran was about to die, He Zhiyuan stopped: "Close your eyes."
Song Ran took the opportunity to take a deep breath and stared at him nervously.
"Close your eyes."
Repeat again.
Song Ran's two eyelashes trembled, pressed down little by little, and slowly closed her eyes.
When you close your eyes, people will relax and kisses will be lingering.
He Zhiyuan began to peck at his lips, sucking one by one, as if tasting the plump and elastic fruit candy. He licked his lips again with the tip of his tongue, entangled with each other sticky. When the saliva increased and the kiss made a sizzling sound, he opened the crack of his lips that had been loosened, poked in, drilled deeply, rolled his hot and flexible tongue, and released his suppressed rough nature during the battle.
At first it was a one-sided teaching and seduction, but soon, Song Ran began to respond clumsily and hard.
Sparks start a prairie fire.
They kissed like a fight, they were breathless, their teeth collided with their teeth when they were fierce, and their noses touched their noses. No one could be the leader, but they could only chase each other in a hurry.
Occasionally a gust of wind blew, and scattered three or two wisteria flowers fell on their cheeks, which were a little itchy.
But it was nothing compared to the itch that soaked through his body.
When the long fight finally came to an end, the two of them were hardened.
When they kissed, their lower bodies were always close to each other, and the space was not large, and they had to accommodate two things that were gradually awakening, so the more they kissed, the more painful it became. No one can control these two hard-bone things. They rub, fight, and grab territory.
They wanted to do it, but unfortunately, the right time, the right place, and the people were only one of them—even if the "people" were one to two, promiscuity on the street would definitely be illegal. The two had no choice but to hide under the wisteria waterfall, gasping for breath and looking at each other affectionately, waiting for the activists in their crotch to stop.
Song Ran's lips were swollen from the kiss, and she rubbed the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, complaining, "I have to pick up the cloth later. Is it shameful to make it like this?"
He Zhiyuan laughed: "Who rushed up to tease first, don't you remember?"
"Who... who remembers."
Song Ran replied embarrassingly, averting his eyes guiltily.
He Zhiyuan touched his waist and pinched him: "Would you like to do it again to help you restore your memory?"
"Don't, it's not soft yet!" Song Ran jumped up and twisted his waist to flash, and pulled away his salty pig's hand, "Talk about something else, talk about something else, the active, healthy, non-irritating kind, soft Hurry up."
"Okay." He Zhiyuan looked at him and smiled dotingly, and changed the subject, "How long did you count when I got off the bus just now?"
Song Ran thought for a while: "Thirty-six."
He Zhiyuan said: "Yes, a very good number."
Song Ran was about to say how boring you are, and even this can be used as a topic, when He Zhiyuan stretched out his right index finger, bent slightly, and scratched lightly on the tip of his nose: "Baby, in the future, if you want to I can't help but want to count, do you know where to stop?"
Song Ran was slightly startled, and said "ah" in surprise: "Three... thirty-six."
"Yes, thirty-six." He Zhiyuan nodded and looked deeply into his eyes, "Because when you count to thirty-six, Dad will come to pick you up."
Song Ran looked at He Zhiyuan in astonishment, without blinking.
For a moment, it was as if the clouds had opened up to the sun, and the road that was so long that there was no end to it was inserted into a road sign with "end point" written on it - he got a precise upper bound. It was an indestructible dike when the flood came, keeping him from the surging waves and protecting him from being engulfed by the turbulence.
This number he read out himself could save him.
Song Ran bit his lip, and almost cried unsatisfactorily - all on purpose, Mr. He didn't show his face unless he forced him to count up, just to give him a precious number.
He used all his strength to hold back the tears, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, bent his elbow and pressed He Zhiyuan's chest hard, scolding: "What is 'Dad' coming to pick me up? Take advantage of me again!"
"Okay, I was wrong, I won't take advantage of you." He Zhiyuan laughed lowly, put it in his ear, and whispered, "No matter what it is called, whether it's my father or my husband, you are my baby. "