The Chinese New Year is coming, and the farewell play of Yingying and Zhang Sheng is still being sung on the stage. This is Nanjing, and everyone has a bit of literati sadness in their hearts.
"The blue sky, the yellow flowers, the westerly wind is tight, and the geese are flying from the north to the south," a grass-stage troupe, an actor without a hat, choked on the wind and sang, "Whoever is stained with frost and drunk in the forest at dawn will always leave people in tears!"
Among the crowd watching the play layer by layer, Xie Yilu secretly grabbed Liao Jixiang's hand, the two of them trembled, and glanced at each other wanting to see but not daring to look, it was broad daylight, Xie Yilu went to think I didn't even dare to think that they could stand together like this.
Last night, at Qiu Luan's mansion, in the ambiguous halo of the red curtains, they hugged each other foolishly all night, not because it was someone else's house, but because they didn't want to do that, they just wanted to cling to each other and share the journey together. The bitter tears flowed.
Tears slid down his cheeks and seeped into the pillow covered with red silk. Xie Yilu held Liao Jixiang's shoulder and pointed upwards, wanting to touch the scar where he stabbed himself, but unexpectedly, he touched a large scar. Liao Jixiang snorted slightly because he was sick and hadn't healed well.
Xie Yilu climbed up to look, the curtain was dim and he couldn't see clearly, it seemed that from behind the ears to his shoulders, there was not a single inch of intact skin, Liao Jixiang didn't move, let him watch, and then asked: "Are you afraid?"
That's right, Xie Yilu couldn't imagine how he left the man who covered the sky with his own hands, and how he came back to find himself. Xie Yilu couldn't imagine, and he didn't dare to imagine, so he could only grit his teeth and swallow his heartache and unwillingness.
"Do you dislike it?" Liao Jixiang asked tremblingly seeing that he was silent.
Xie Yilu hugged him tighter: "How did you do it?"
Liao Jixiang was quiet for a while, and said: "I am nothing now, not even a fire fighter in Da Dang's family." He looked very calm, "Long Live God punished me to go to Xiaoling Mausoleum to give incense to Emperor Taizu."
He didn't want to say, Xie Yilu didn't force it, eunuch Si Xiang just entered the cold palace, guarding a withered mausoleum all his life, without a bright future, he abandoned everything to find himself!
"We still have that yard," Liao Jixiang said briskly, leaning on his shoulder, "if I open another vegetable field, my salary will be more or less enough to live in poverty."
"I will go to the school to teach the children," Xie Yilu also began to imagine, imagining their future, "write and write, compose poems, and when the flowers bloom, we will go to Xiaolaoquan..."
Liao Jixiang fell asleep in his arms, with wet tears on his face, Xie Yilu opened the curtain, looked at him in the light of dawn, and gently rolled over and got out of bed.
At this time, the lock on the door had been unlocked. He went out to find the main road, walked north along the road, and was stopped just after passing the gate of the third courtyard.
"I'm looking for Dugong Qiu." He said, he was not allowed to enter, so he yelled, and after a while, a fireman ran out from inside, raised his hand, and let him in.
When Xie Yilu stood at Qiu Luan's door, his heart was pounding. That man was so cruel that he could kill him with a slight movement of a finger... Huo Di, the door was opened from the inside, and the person who opened it for him was a big man in obscene clothes , with a pine bun, as if she just got out of bed.
Xie Yilu saw it at the banquet, he seemed to be a guard in brocade clothes, he walked in and saw Qiu Luan sitting on the edge of the bed with a big horse and a golden sword, with loose hair, hands on hips, eyebrows raised and staring towards this side, with an angry look on his face.
Xie Yilu twitched instead: "Grand Du, the villain is bothering you." The two of them were not familiar with each other, and they didn't know how to say those words, "Liao Jixiang...he has a neck injury..."
Qiu Luan rolled his eyes, "I thought you came to thank me!"
Xie Yilu hurriedly said: "Thank you, thank you." After dawdling for a while, he frowned and his lips trembled, "He was hurt too badly," he gestured on his neck, "From here...to here!"
Qiu Luan couldn't bear that blatant distress: "It's worth it," he raised his hand to interrupt, "I'll just drop by the way, and he doesn't have to go to Xiaoling, you just take it away!"
This is a great favor, but Xie Yilu did not leave: "Mr. Du," he looked at Qiu Luan timidly, "I just want to know...how did he get hurt?"
"You want to know?" Qiu Luan got angry and stood up from the bed, "Don't talk about me, the ancestors don't even know!"
Xie Yilu took a step back in fright, but still asked: "How can I not know that you are in the palace together..."
Qiu Luan heard that he was a lover, but he didn't expect it to be so annoying. He greeted Jin Yiwei and wanted to drive him out, but Xie Yilu said to him with all his heart: "He was hurt for me, such a big scar, When I look at it, my heart will break, Dugong, please do me a favor!"
Qiu Luan stared at him blankly, as if he didn't understand his feelings, and seemed to understand a little bit, he became irritated in his ignorance, and said roughly: "I heard that he threw himself on the brazier!"
Suddenly, Xie Yilu's face twisted in pain, as if he was the one who threw himself on the brazier, Qiu Luan looked at him like a fool, and finally let go: "At that time..."
He sat back on the edge of the bed uncomfortably, and stroked the folds of his robe without embarrassment: "Long live God and him are in the house, and the old ancestor is kneeling on the porch outside, what did he say, how did he hurt, except The two of them, only God knows!"
God only knows...
Xie Yilu turned his head to look at Liao Jixiang, his false collar was padded high, and there was a kind of chic beauty, there was a tear hanging on his pointed chin, he reached out to wipe it for him: "Why are you still crying? "
Liao Jixiang blushed, turned his eyes away from the stage, and wiped his face with his sleeve in a hurry: "Don't watch." He said, he pushed out of the crowd, and Xie Yilu pulled him behind like a butt: "Don't Behold, Yangchun!"
The Confucius Temple was very lively a few years ago, Xie Yilu entangled with him by pulling and enjoying the intimacy in front of everyone, Liao Jixiang felt it, and blushed and said: "What are you doing in broad daylight!"
Xie Yilu pretended to be stupid: "Didn't you cry?" He stood next to him, playing with his fingers, "I'll coax you."
"I don't need you to coax me," Liao Jixiang pushed him, "You... are not serious!"
Xie Yilu should retort, he should be as decent as a Tanhua Lang, but he smiled playfully: "I'm not serious," he sniffed against Liao Jixiang's ear, "When I see you, I'm not serious." Already!"
Liao Jixiang was extremely ashamed. Xie Yilu didn't dare to say such things when he was rich and powerful in the past, but now that he is down, that guy will ride on his head: "You can tell the difference between those outside the family!"
"I can't tell the difference," Xie Yilu said bluntly, "When God gave you to me, I couldn't even tell the difference between the living and the dead!"
Liao Jixiang looked up at him in amazement, as if he didn't believe it, but also as if he believed it too much, he quickly lowered his head, grabbed Xie Yilu's sleeve, turned and left.
This is the way home, Xie Yilu let him lead him like a child, and as he walked, he remembered the old saying in Beijing: There are three kinds of people in this world that you should not mess with: daughters, scholars and eunuchs. No, he thought in his heart, if he "provoked" this eunuch, he would pay for it for the rest of his life!
After entering the courtyard and returning to the house, before Xie Yilu could react, Liao Jixiang threw him on the door panel, the light from the door lattice came in from behind, and shone on those two trembling eyelashes for a moment. , Liao Jixiang seemed to be hesitating, but in a blink of an eye, he stood on tiptoe and wetly kissed Xie Yilu.
It was still the same milk-feeding kiss, Xie Yilu wanted to laugh, and hugged him with both hands, Liao Jixiang was very emotional, twisted, as if wanting to melt on him, "bajibaji" kissed resoundingly.
They really haven't been together for a long time, Xie Yilu kneaded his buttocks, and poked his buttocks through his pants: "In the palace, do you miss me?"
Just kissing, Liao Jixiang was fascinated by softness: "Mmm..." He nodded eagerly, and actually untied his trouser belt. Undoing it didn't count, and reached down with both hands, grabbing Xie Yilu's half-hard object, Knead awkwardly.
Xie Yilu was flattered and bit his ear: "It's in broad daylight!"
Liao Jixiang put his forehead against his, and confessed shamelessly: "In the palace, at night... I put the quilt in my head and thought it was you..."
Xie Yilu's hairs stood on end, and he asked obscenely: "Did you... touch the back of your head?"
No, Liao Jixiang immediately shook his head. Almost at the same time, Xie Yilu stretched out his middle finger to push his butthole. Liao Jixiang shuddered and waited with his legs crossed, but he pushed hard twice, but he didn't go in.
"Huh?" Liao Jixiang looked back in disappointment. His white butt was red because of excitement or something. He grabbed Xie Yilu's wrist and pushed his middle finger in shamelessly. no success.
It turned out that he opened it as soon as he touched it, and Liao Jixiang seemed a little anxious, so he went to pick it himself: "What, what's going on?"
Xie Yilu immediately grabbed his hand: "Be gentle, it's broken!" As he said, he spat into the palm of his hand, and wiped it into the crevice of his buttocks in front of Liao Jixiang.
Liao Jixiang shivered, and before he had time to be shy, Xie Yilu's finger went in, and as soon as he entered, the lonely intestine "bited" it, a huge twisting force, entangled like a spasm.
Liao Jixiang also felt that his sensuality must have been idle for too long, he couldn't help but pouted his buttocks, pulled off Xie Yilu's collar, and kissed and licked on that piece of chest.
"Take off my pants," Xie Yilu whispered to him, Liao Jixiang immediately obeyed, stroked his big sticky dick with one hand, and pulled his clothes with the other, both of them were naked, Xie Yilu scratched him The armpit joked: "Guess, can we see our shadows outside?"
"Ah?" Liao Jixiang looked terrified, but his buttocks trembled even more. He was in a hurry, supported Xie Yilu's things, raised his feet, and wanted to sit on it when he raised his legs, but Xie Yilu Restrain: "It's too narrow."
"Not narrow," Liao Jixiang immediately retorted, "I'm not narrow..."
"Well, it's not narrow," Xie Yilu said differently, "it's just a little dry."
Liao Jixiang was wronged: "I won't do it, how can I do it?" He was really anxious, his eyes were a little wet, and he pulled Xie Yilu's finger out willfully, "So many times before, I have never been able to do it." …”
His appearance made Xie Yilu want to love him to death: "Really so..." He swallowed, "Think so?"
Liao Jixiang's forehead was full of sweat, and he twisted his waist wildly in front of him: "I want to..." He even rubbed his small nipple on his hard chest, "I want you to be like that..."
Xie Yilu didn't let him finish, turned him over abruptly, wrapped his belly around his stomach with one hand, and held his own things in the other, and put it between the two snow-white buttocks. As he continued to push in, he saw Liao Jixiang's buttocks are separated to the left and right, revealing the half-opened butthole in the middle, surrounded by dark red folds, which is not his original color, Xie Yilu grinds him into this every night, every night, Anyone who reads it knows that he often communicates with men.
"Yangchun!" Xie Yilu stared at the dark red patch, couldn't bear it anymore, and used brute force to drill in, Liao Jixiang still underestimated his size, if he wasn't being carried around carefully, he would really He was about to lose his strength and fell to the ground, with tears and snot all over his face, crying indulgently like the first time he was at a loss.
Xie Yilu buried it all in. At this time, his head was swollen, and he finally understood what people said, "Xiaobie is better than a newlywed". Just as he was about to shrug a few times, Liao Jixiang suddenly called him: "Chun, Chunhoe, I want to pee. …”
Xie Yilu felt that he had just entered, so he stretched out his hand to the small broken opening in front of him, and slowly rubbed it for him, while rubbing, arching behind him: "Piss, pee on my hand."
Liao Jixiang tightened his body and held back, the more he held back, the more Xie Yilu felt extremely refreshed, but arching was not enough, he supported Liao Jixiang's legs, curled him up, and hugged him to his chest Toss before.
Liao Jixiang couldn't stand such drastic treatment. He was dripping with urine dripping from his feet. He cried and begged, "Let me, let me pee!"
Xie Yilu bumped into the person with a "slap", bumped into it, shook it, and then fell down. He never stood up to do anything, even in those obscene books. Liao Jixiang was the same as him, although his two hands Covering her bare lower body, but rubbing her elbows on her chest, rubbing her nipples vigorously.
The urinal was right next to the front table, next to the mirror frame, Xie Yilu made him go over, this one, Liao Jixiang ticked unsatisfactorily, and waited to stop and align it before urinating into the basin with a "wow". When he was urinating, Xie Yilu didn't push him, some light flickered on the left, he glanced at it, it was a mirror, crooked, showing the two people in a miserable state.
Xie Yilu quickly went to take a look at Liao Jixiang, he was ahead of him, it seemed that he couldn't see, Xie Yilu squinted at the place where the two of them had sex in the mirror with a guilty conscience, it was an unsightly flesh color, compared to Liao Jixiang's ass Eyes, he is unbelievably big, with a black part, which makes people feel pitiful.
All of a sudden, he started jacking up hard, every time he hit the real thing.
Liao Jixiang had just finished urinating, and his whole body was limp. After being trampled by him, he writhed unbearably. Looking in the mirror, he was as lewd as a snake. Xie Yilu breathed heavily and hugged him tightly: "Yangchun, you are too lewd. Already!"
When Liao Jixiang heard it, he snorted vaguely at first, then he didn't know what to think, and struggled innocently: "I only have you, really, only one..."
Of course Xie Yilu knew it from his dry buttocks, but he deliberately bullied him: "I don't believe it."
Liao Jixiang repeated innocently: "It's true, it's true..."
"Then say something nice," Xie Yilu straightened up quickly, salivating and said, "Brother."
Liao Jixiang's face turned red, and he squirmed, Xie Yilu urged: "Call out, just call out!"
"Brother..." Liao Jixiang called obediently, but Xie Yilu was not satisfied, and muttered a long series of words, which must not be good. Liao Jixiang dodged in embarrassment: "I can't say it..."
Xie Yilu shook him desperately: "Quietly, whisper to me!" He put his ear to Liao Jixiang's mouth and waited. The irritated animal knocked Liao Jixiang into a babble of excitement.