At night, Xie Yilu had already gone to bed, someone knocked on the door outside, he turned over, and heard Datian pull his shoes to open, after a while, there were footsteps coming this way: "My lord," it was Datian calling, "A man named Yangchun is looking for you, do you recognize him?"
Xie Yilu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly got up from the bed, pulled off his clothes, stretched out his sleeves and said, "I recognize it, tell him to wait!"
Liao Jixiang sent someone to look for him. This was something Xie Yilu could never dream of. After putting on his clothes, he hurriedly opened the door and went out. There was an old man waiting in the yard with his back slumped and his eyesight not very good. He narrowed his eyes to look at him, nodded rudely, turned and left.
Xie Yilu was a little suspicious, but followed. Holding the lamp, the old man went out and turned north into a small alley. There were no houses on both sides of the road, only old stone walls covered with moss: "This is not the way to Xuanzhen Lane," Xie Yilu said nervously, "You Did you find the wrong person?"
He stopped, ready to turn around at any time, but the old man seemed to be very indifferent: "Tall, scholar, handsome, a bit poor, isn't it you."
Xie Yilu was dumbfounded, although the word "poor" is not pleasant, it seems that he really said it: "He... he told you that?"
"Ah," the old man didn't turn his head back, with a kind of roughness of a simple person, "the front, we'll be there."
He turned left and right, and he arrived very quickly. There was a small courtyard with the back door. When he entered the courtyard, he blew out the lantern and pointed Xie Yilu to the main room with a finger like a dead branch: "Go, wait. And you."
"Who? Yangchun?" Xie Yilu was like dreaming, unable to believe it.
"My master," the old man looked at him with big bulging and cloudy eyes, "I don't know what I'm called, I look like a chick, I'm not old, but I have a lot of money!"
This is about Liao Jixiang! Xie Yilu no longer hesitated, lifted his clothes and ran up the steps of the main room. He stopped at the door, took a breath, and remembered the saying in "The West Chamber" "When the moon is under the west chamber, the windward door is half open, and the flowers and shadows are moving against the wall. It is suspected that the jade man is here." With a little force in his hand, the door opened with a "creak".
First hear the sound of chanting: "Those who have pure conduct can subdue all evil karma, pay homage to this, and always protect me. If there are all kinds of terror, all troubles, and disasters, diseases, etc. In the poisonous place, when it is not beneficial, protect me and my family, and live a hundred years without illness..."
It was his voice, Xie Yilu remained motionless, but his heart was filled with turbulent waves, he took a step forward and crossed the threshold, like a thirsty grass, tremblingly greeted the spring that only belonged to him.
Liao Jixiang stood in front of the Buddhist altar under the east window, clasped his hands together, combed his hair, and inserted a jasmine flower into his bun, which is rare. Seeing Xie Yilu coming, he hurriedly muttered "Liao Jixiang, a disciple of Buddha", and ended hastily Chanted the mantra.
After falling silent, he seemed to be at a loss, walked a few steps with a limp, and retreated cautiously, Xie Yilu didn't know why he was hesitating, the one who should be hesitating was obviously himself, last time he tried to do something to him When he thought of what had happened, he regretted it with shame.
"It's pretty close," Liao Jixiang said suddenly, Xie Yilu was stunned for a moment, but didn't answer, Liao Jixiang waited, and then lowered his voice in embarrassment, "It's convenient for you to come later..."
It turned out that he was talking about the yard, Xie Yilu hurriedly replied: "Near, very close," so close that it seemed as if it was specially made for him, "It's almost like..." He stopped knowingly, and left a half sentence—it's almost like It's the Golden House Cangjiao!
Liao Jixiang glanced at him secretly. The two of them were facing each other. Actually, it wasn't "stealing", but that timid look made Xie Yilu feel itchy: "I thought you wouldn't see me again. ..." When he didn't come over, Xie Yilu walked towards him, "I regret it to death."
Liao Jixiang relaxed and waited there obediently without moving. The way he wore the flowers was so beautiful, Xie Yilu greedily admired them by the weak candlelight, he couldn't explain the reason, he felt that the flowers were intentionally put on for himself, and the beauty was beautiful, but it hurt his awe-inspiring cold air .
Stretching out his hand, he gently picked it off for Liao Jixiang, not sniffing at the end of his nose affectionately like his lover, but put it aside indifferently.
Liao Jixiang's gaze moved with his hand that put the flowers, with a panicked expression: "I thought you liked..."
"I like you," Xie Yilu said boldly, in this secret "golden house", he has no scruples, "I like you, it's you," he said, holding Liao Jixiang's cheek with his palm, Thumbs rubbed against the soft skin, "I'm crazy to say these words."
Liao Jixiang raised his eyes and looked at him, as if he was about to melt from the inside out. Slowly, he closed his eyes and approached the warm palm quietly. He didn't say anything, but it seemed that he had already said a thousand words. Xie Yilu listened to his "dongdong" heartbeat, and hugged him tenderly.
"Go..." Liao Jixiang muttered in his arms, Xie Yilu didn't hear clearly, let go of his hand, and looked at him questioningly, the more he looked, the more Liao Jixiang hid, and finally he ran away from him and sat by the bed go.
Of course Xie Yilu followed suit, originally wanted to sit next to him, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that he would be abrupt again, so he deliberately sat a little further away, Liao Jixiang glanced at him unexpectedly, and lowered his head unhappy.
For a long time, no one said a word. In the warm red candlelight, there was an unembarrassing distance between the two of them. Liao Jixiang's eyes flickered, as if he was nervously waiting for something, but he couldn't wait for a long time. Turning around, he lifted a small silver plate from the bed frame, with a wine container on it, as he was used to at home, and he wanted to have a drink.
Without his hands, Xie Yilu immediately stretched out his hand and poured it for him courteously. Liao Jixiang didn't dare to look at him, stared at his hand carrying the pot, picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
"Slow down!" Xie Yilu scolded in a low voice.
Liao Jixiang swept him with the corners of his red eyes, opened and closed his mouth like a Bodhisattva: "More."
Xie Yilu couldn't bear to say "no" to him, he frowned and filled it up for him again: "You believe in Buddhism, you should touch this less," he said, peeking at his face, for fear that he would be unhappy, " If you drink too much, you will become dull."
"When I was young," Liao Jixiang bit the lotus leaf of his wine glass, his ecstasy seemed a bit numb, "every July 15th, the Neishu Hall held the Yulan Basin Festival, and people from the Fanjing Factory came to chant scriptures all night long. Dadan," suddenly, he smiled, "after reading the scriptures, we dropped our shoes and frolicked barefoot by the one-foot-high fire. We saw a lot of Xiaomei's somersaults and Miss Zheng's spinners at that time. .”
Xie Yilu was surprised when he mentioned Zheng Mian: "Are they also in the inner school?"
Liao Jixiang shook his head: "They are umbrella fans, among the tails of the pheasants." He turned his head to look at Xie Yilu, as if suddenly awakened, and said perfunctorily, "The past..."
Xie Yilu sat closer to him: "Where are your family members?" He leaned closer to his hand resting on the bed, pushed away his palm, and held it sticky, "Why didn't you pick it up?"
Liao Jixiang looked at the hand he was shaking, as if it was unfamiliar, and as if he had been waiting for a long time, he turned back and grabbed him firmly: "It's gone."
Gone. Xie Yilu should have expected it earlier, but Liao Jixiang's next words caught him unexpectedly: "Father had his chin cut off, died in prison, mother hanged himself, and the whole family of 270 people was exiled to Liaodong. I am a sinner." Son of God, received the punishment of all white."
Xie Yilu's eyes widened in shock, and when the candle light flickered, there was a sense of undue misery.
"You know," Liao Jixiang looked at him timidly, and held his hand tightly, "you won't dislike me, will you?"
Xie Yilu couldn't figure it out: "Why, why did you cut off your chin?"
"The year Xu Dadang died, he played the flute at home and was sued by his servants."
He played the flute, so he cut his chin, and he was disrespectful to Da Dang, so his son became Da Dang, and the cycle of cause and effect! Xie Yilu suddenly tightened his hands and twisted Liao Jixiang's fingers: "He hurt you, he hurt you!"
It was Liao Jixiang's father who he complained heartbrokenly, and Liao Jixiang didn't complain in his heart, but complaining was useless: "In case," he endured the pain in his hand, he instructed carefully, "runaway slaves and rebels come in, you Remember, go to Zheng Mi's place."
Xie Yilu was stunned, and Liao Jixiang snuggled up to him: "He has been adding troops to his residence for the past two days, and they should all be reliable. His place in Nanjing is the safest."
Xie Yilu suddenly felt that he might be Liao Jixiang's last concern in this world, and he had to cherish himself: "Then you go?"
"At that time, not only me, but all the respectable people in Nanjing will..." Before he could finish his sentence, Xie Yilu threw him on his back on the bed, and kissed him suddenly.
"Ah um..." Liao Jixiang wanted to say something, but was sucked into sobs by Xie Yilu. He thought this person was too good, like the sunset glow in summer, the dew on the morning lotus, he couldn't hug him, He couldn't get it out of his hands, which made him worry and bewildered.
Sucking and sucking, Xie Yilu found that Liao Jixiang was clumsily catering to him, like a suckling child, biting his mouth rigidly.
He laughed happily, licked the corner of his mouth, raised his upper body and looked at him with a smile, Liao Jixiang was obviously flustered by his joke, and glared at him with a mixture of anger and resentment.
"Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong," Xie Yilu quickly admitted his mistake, with a playful smile and no sincerity, he whispered into Liao Jixiang's ear, and said, "I'll teach you..."
Maybe it was itching, Liao Jixiang shrank his neck to hide from him, Xie Yilu didn't let him hide, pulled his body to breathe hot air into his ears, at the same time reached his hand to his lapel, and rubbed it freely, Drilled in.
Uncharacteristically, Liao Jixiang didn't earn or run, but obediently raised his arm and put it on his raised shoulder. As soon as he put it on, Xie Yilu was flattered and called out, "Yangchun!"
"Chunhoe," Liao Jixiang replied, blushing and smiling, lazily fingering his wrinkled clothes, "Xie Chunhoe."
As the saying goes, "If you die under a peony flower, you can be a ghost." Xie Yilu didn't believe it in the past, but at this moment, let him say that he is willing to die: "I will treat you well," he didn't think it was enough, and promised, "Hold you up to the sky!"
After drinking, Liao Jixiang became more courageous: "You are poor and useless," he looked at him intensely, even somewhat provocatively, "Why do you praise me?"
Xie Yilu didn't speak, just looked at him straight, then tore off his clothes, and went to pick off his shirt with his bare arms. The anxious look made people frightened, but Liao Jixiang endured it tremblingly. , Finally, they were going to do that thing, and he wanted to use the body of a eunuch to satisfy a man's desire.
Xie Yilu stripped off his upper head, and then went to poke his head down again, in a daze, as soon as his hands grabbed the trouser strings, Liao Jixiang trembled and held him down: "No..." He trembled Say, "No!"
Xie Yilu insisted: "Is there anyone in the intercourse who doesn't take off his pants?"
"You... please forgive me," Liao Jixiang hugged his arm and begged softly, "I..." he muttered, "I have a disability..."
He wasn't talking about the legs, but the tortured lower body. Xie Yilu reluctantly let go, gulped his saliva anxiously, knelt up, untied his trouser belt impatiently, and loosened his hand, revealing a stiff black thing.
For a moment, Liao Jixiang didn't recognize what it was, and stared blankly, Xie Yilu stared at his blushing face, seeing his expression change from ignorance to burning, how can I describe that appearance, amazed, never The shameful astonishment of not having seen a penis, as well as curiosity and longing, longing like rain after a long drought.
"It's the first time...seeing it?" Xie Yilu couldn't believe it, but Liao Jixiang's appearance made him believe it—he really hadn't seen that word before. He grabbed his hand and wanted him to touch it, but Liao Jixiang withdrew it in horror. He should be disgusted by such a resolute resistance, but his eyes revealed his obsession.
If he didn't touch it, Xie Yilu knelt down and rubbed his things against his hands. Liao Jixiang hid like a bug, and when he clenched his hands into fists and shrank by his side, Xie Yilu caught him. The red glans scratched softly on the back of his hand, it was wet, Liao Jixiang was surprised, it was sticky, and pulled out a thin white thread.
After touching his hand, he didn't seem to be so disgusted. He stared at it with a peeping gaze, then slowly stretched out his hand, and touched the "monster" slightly with the back of his hand. That's right, that thing is actually hard, hot, and alive!
Xie Yilu grabbed his wrist, wrapped his soft palm around the root of the dick, wrapped it around, and rubbed it hard twice. He originally wanted to taste it, but it was Liao Jixiang's hand, he I couldn't hold back the emotion for a moment, and yelled out wildly and presumptuously.
Liao Jixiang was frightened by his beastly appearance, and reluctantly withdrew his hand, staring blankly at the strange mucus in the palm of his hand. He knew it was not urine, but he didn't know it was not semen.
Xie Yilu thought that he thought it was dirty, and was about to find something to wipe him, but he didn't expect him to be stupid and shamelessly asked: "If you eat this, will you get yang?"