It was hot, Liao Jixiang was wearing a gauze shirt, and sat with Xie Yilu on the sandy ground under the shade of a tree. In the middle was a chess game drawn by twigs, with a few stones, you come and go.
Xie Yilu kept peeking at him with entangled and distressed eyes, how could Liao Jixiang not feel it, but he endured and gently played with the stones with his fingertips.
"Your legs..." Xie Yilu uttered, not daring to look at Liao Jixiang's face, but only staring at his chest, probably because he was wearing thin clothes, the sunlight under the leaves sifted through his clothes, showing A piece of white meat.
Liao Jixiang didn't answer, and waited for him to finish asking.
"Leg..." Xie Yilu muttered, "How did it break?"
Liao Jixiang glanced at him: "It's not broken, it's just a broken knee." He pulled the hem of his shirt and covered his disabled left leg. "Who said my leg was broken?"
Xie Yilu didn't answer, and then asked: "What's wrong with that?"
Liao Jixiang lowered his eyelashes, he didn't seem to be unhappy, but he didn't want to say it, Xie Yilu swallowed hard, what those people said seemed to be true, his heart sank slowly.
After a while of silence, some wind blew up in the top of the forest, rustling, bringing a piece of bird singing.
"You..." Xie Yilu stared at Liao Jixiang's chess-playing hand, so slender and beautiful, the ancestor must have shook it repeatedly: "When in the palace..." He didn't know how to say: "And the ancestor...you..."
Liao Jixiang didn't seem to understand anything, and looked at him in bewilderment until he kept saying that, "You two sleep in the same bed at night?"
All of a sudden, Liao Jixiang's face twisted up, he was a little stunned, about a blink of an eye, he understood, his expression changed several times, first surprised, then angry, and finally calm like a pool of still water.
Seeing his appearance, Xie Yilu knew that he was wrong, what those people said was not true, he was in a hurry to admit his mistake, Liao Jixiang withdrew his hand playing with the stones expressionlessly, and said: "I am disabled, but I'm not dirty."
Disabled, he wasn't talking about the legs, but the lower body.
Xie Yilu wished he could slap himself in the mouth, and tried to pull his hand, but he tried his best to dodge, Xie Yilu stood up on his legs as if he was kneeling in front of him, "I said the wrong thing!" , I'm stupid, I'm damned! Those people... what they said is true, and I... "
"Stay away from me!" Liao Jixiang had a bad leg, and his hands were tightly held by him, and he lost his temper because he couldn't remember.
"It's what Zheng Mi said!" Xie Yilu begged him, pretending to be humble, "I believe what he said!"
Hearing that name, Liao Jixiang became even more angry: "Do you believe him or not?"
Xie Yilu was stunned for a moment: "No, it's not..." He became more and more flustered, and what he said seemed to be wrong, "Didn't you stay in the palace together, he..."
"What is he!" Liao Jixiang raised his tone, "He's the one who..." Anyone could guess what he said later, and he didn't say any more. Xie Yilu understood that he didn't bother to say those words—said them repeatedly , he thinks it's dirty.
Liao Jixiang's silence made him emboldened, and he tried to touch his shoulder. Liao Jixiang pushed him, hitting his left rib. place.
"What's wrong?" Liao Jixiang realized something was wrong.
"It's okay." Xie Yilu covered it up.
"No." Liao Jixiang did not hide, but leaned closer, like a cat crawling on his knees, with a lonely softness. Suddenly, his fingertips touched Xie Yilu's Adam's apple, and the warm touch made people feel Without daring to breathe, slowly, the collar was completely pulled away, Liao Jixiang was like a gentle lover, which made Xie Yilu feel an impulse that he shouldn't have.
There was a bruise under his ribs, and Liao Jixiang showed a murderous expression: "Who did it!"
"No..." Xie Yilu's eyes flickered.
Liao Jixiang could guess his heart: "My person?"
Xie Yilu didn't say a word, but he couldn't resist this domineering person, he got him with an unhappy look: "It's Ruan Tian... Fortunately, I was bumped into by Jintang and let me go."
"You didn't say you were good to me?" Liao Jixiang smiled, as if Ruan Tian helped him vent his anger, and all the unhappiness just now was over. It was a joke, but Xie Yilu was tense, the word "good" made him think about it, and he stuttered in shame, "W-how can I remember what you said, said, and I can't say it."
Liao Jixiang laughed, then went silent again: "Zheng Mi..." His voice was small, as if he was speaking in a personal way, "Don't get too close to him."
Xie Yilu looked at him from close up, like watching a cloud and a drop of dew, an unreal dream, he likes him to say that, it seems that he is jealous and sour and unhappy.
"Don't worry," Liao Jixiang stroked his long hair from his cheeks, "If you want to go back to Beijing, I can do it too."
Xie Yilu was stunned, he never thought of going back to Beijing, let alone go back to Beijing through him or Zheng Mi, at this moment, he didn't even want to go back, but he was too ashamed to say it.
"Just wait a little longer," Liao Jixiang lowered his head, "wait for the old ancestor to be busy for a while," these words are not true, so light and perfunctory, "wait until I figure out what to do..."
He didn't say it out, he wanted Xie Yilu to accompany him again, but Xie Yilu understood: "I'm leaving, what do you do?"
Liao Jixiang raised his head in panic: "What can I do?" He didn't dare to look at him, "After so many years, I still need you."
Bad, Xie Yilu said in his heart, you are bad: "Then I won't go back."
Liao Jixiang seemed to tremble slightly, "It's better to be in Beijing, your home is in Beijing, your future is in Beijing, and your heart is also in the north..."
"My heart is here." Xie Yilu interrupted him, staring at him with 12 ardor, making him uncomfortable: "Let's not talk about this now, that day Yongshe..."
Xie Yilu suddenly held his hand again, very panicked and very hard, so hard that Liao Jixiang felt a little hurt, Xie Yilu must have been dizzy, and went back to the old question: "The old ancestor... really never touched you?"
Liao Jixiang was about to get angry, but Xie Yilu held his hands piously and said like praying to Buddha: "Don't be angry, please, please..." He pulled him too much, as if he wanted to do something to him , "Did he... hold you like this, or touch your..."
"You're the only one like this," Liao Jixiang pulled out his hand uncomfortably, and said reproachfully, "It's weird."
It turned out that he also felt strange, Xie Yilu didn't dare to act rashly again, like a young student who had been stabbed, drooping his head, he heard Liao Jixiang say unhappily: "Don't think that I don't understand anything after being stabbed. "
Silence, a long and dry silence, Xie Yilu suffered anxiously until Liao Jixiang tugged at his sleeve and said, "Help me up and go back."
At night, Xie Yilu had a dream, a erotic dream.
It was hot, and there was a body in his arms, a piece of back, white as snowflakes, long black hair, sweat on his back, itching his chest, entangled in his mouth, he vomited, and shook his waist harder pole.
This is a dream in Beijing, he thought, his home, his long-lost wife, it must be because it was a dream that he would stir up so presumptuously, when he was awake, he was never such an indulgent person.
"Does it hurt?" He asked, since he was a child, he was the one with the biggest objects among his peers, and he was careful with her, not daring to be so cruel.
There was no answer in his arms, he pushed his lower body forward desperately, humming unbearably, and touched her thighs with his hands. She was thin, her hip bones were almost fleshless, her waist was so thin, her ribs were narrow, and she touched her. He stopped suddenly when he reached his chest, which was flat and only had a pair of pointed nipples.
As if to confirm, he squeezed and squeezed, rubbed and rubbed there, and then hurriedly touched up to his cheek, which was wet and full of tears.
He wrenched his jaw and turned that face around. With thin double eyelids and a Buddha-like mouth biting tightly, it was Liao Jixiang.
Unable to tell whether it was fear or ecstasy, he let out a cry suddenly, and his mind went out of his body.
Huo Di turned over from the bed, Xie Yilu stared blankly, facing the deep darkness in the middle of the night, the quilt was covered with sweat, he threw it off, and there was a hot bubble in the crotch, sticking wetly to his legs.