After Lu Qi'an finished speaking, he got up and went to the living room to get the shopping paper bag that he had placed on the coffee table.
Fu Jia froze in place, blood rushing up, almost bleeding from his nose. He raised his head and patted his chest. Before he could take a breath, Lu Qi'an came back.
Lu Qi'an didn't turn off the light. He stared at Fu Jia with his eyes down, and kissed him with his hot breath.
Neither of them had experience, and everything was messed up, with no rules. Lu Qi'an pressed Fu Jia under him, pushed away his bathrobe roughly, and found the erect nipples.
The bloody nipples became harder and harder after being touched by his fingers. He couldn't control his strength. Fortunately, Fu Jia didn't feel the pain. Instead, he raised his arms and put his arms around Lu Qi'an's neck. Reluctant to part, he gasped against his ear.
Lu Qi'an kissed his forehead, but didn't notice how much sweat on his forehead. At a certain moment, his sweat dripped down and a streak of water ran down Fu Jia's face. Only then did he realize that he was so excited that he was in a state completely opposite to calm, and he didn't even know how to describe it.
He tried desperately to calm down his guilty conscience, controlled the strength in his hands, held Fu Jia's ankle, folded his leg up, and dipped his other hand into the back with lubricant. Fu Jia was very obedient, and even took the initiative to raise his butt.
Lu Qi'an's fingers were wrapped in the slippery lubricant, and he inserted it little by little against the small mouth. The fingers went in and out there, both sour and swollen, and there was a strong foreign body sensation. But Lu Qi'an's movements were gentle, and Fu Jia didn't feel any pain at all.
Time suddenly became very long, as if every second was stretched into ten seconds. Fu Jia felt that it was enough many times, that's alright, Lu Qi'an would add more lubricant and continue to expand with his fingers.
When the third finger could go in and out freely, Fu Jia bit Lu Qi'an hard and urged, "Come in..."
Lu Qi'an kissed him on the lips, held his waist and entered his body.
The hot penis stretched out the inside of the body, rubbing the inner wall and pumping, even if it had been dilated for so long before, Fu Jia still felt a lot of pain. He couldn't see Lu Qi'an clearly in front of him, as if all the perceptual abilities of his body had been transferred to his lower body, there was only a dim light in front of him, and Lu Qi'an's sweat dripping on him.
After dozens of thrusts, Fu Jia finally stopped pain, and even felt the pleasure that made his eyes turn white. He curled up his toes and sucked Lu Qi'an tightly with the hot inner wall.
"It's too tight." Lu Qi'an didn't dare to push hard, he couldn't move, his whole body was sweating. "Relax a little..."
"You can coax me, just coax... You can call me Jiajia..." Fu Jia hugged Lu Qi'an's neck and said tremblingly, "Call me Jiajia..."
Call him Jia Jia. Calling him with overlapping characters is like Lu Qi'an has called someone for ten years, as if Lu Qi'an called him in those days instead of someone else. It was as if Lu Qi'an had never loved anyone else, but only loved him and loved him.
Lu Qi'an touched Fu Jia's red eyes, feeling that no amount of pain was enough for him, and said softly, "Jia Jia."
Fu Jia's waist was numb, and the inside and outside became a puddle of water in an instant. Years of longing were filled in one day, and he was so excited that he couldn't stop crying, as if he couldn't bear such a great joy.
He thought fiercely, from this moment on, no one can take Lu Qi'an away from him again. If there is, he will send him to hell.
They did it twice that night. For the first time, Lu Qi'an couldn't control and shot in Fu Jia's body. He was about to pull out something, but Fu Jia hooked his leg around his waist and said, "Put it in, I don't want your stuff to flow out..."
So they did it a second time, this time Lu Qi'an controlled himself and pulled his penis out before ejaculating. Fu Jia didn't want to do this, so she cried with tears all over her face.
Lu Qi'an was so excited by his madness that his hands trembled, and he shot inside him as he wished. Fu Jia was convulsed all over, rubbed the front of his own with his hand, and followed suit.
The sheets were very embarrassed by them. There were sweat and semen from the two of them, as well as Fu Jia's tears and snot. Fu Jia didn't have the strength to take a shower standing up. Sitting in the bathtub would make his butt hurt again. Lu Qi'an let him lie on the edge of the bathtub, supported him with his hands and raised his lower body, and used his fingers to get the semen out of his back hole.
Because of the proper expansion, Fu Jia was not injured. After cleaning, there was no discomfort except the soreness that had been stretched for a long time.
The two changed the sheets. It was past midnight, and Fu Jia almost slept on the pillow. Before he lost consciousness, he suddenly thought of something, grabbed Lu Qi'an's collar and said, "Say good night to me."
Lu Qi'an patted him on the back and said cooperatively, "Good night, Jiajia."
Fu Jia fell asleep contentedly.
From this day on, when the two are alone, Lu Qi'an will change his name to Fu Jia as "Jia Jia". Also from this day on, Fu Jia's evaluation among teachers and classmates has become more and more positive - hardworking, stable grades, cheerful and easy to get along with.
Fu Jia didn't notice such a change until the week before the New Year's Day, when the class had to choose five people to give a recitation together to represent the class in the school's New Year's Day party. Fu Jia was forced to sign up by the big head. When he voted, his votes were surprisingly high, just below the big head.
"Look, I'll just say you can." Datou said proudly.
Fu Jia was afraid that he would mess up the class program, so he refused again and again: "No, I have never recited it."
He raised his eyebrows and said, "I haven't read it before. You are so tall and handsome, and your Mandarin is standard. Who do you want to go to? Who else is more handsome than you in the class besides me? Are you? The classmates chose it together, and I didn’t do it in the dark, don’t worry, it will definitely work.”
Datou handed over the list to the head teacher and the language teacher for review, and then finalized the candidates. The five were called by the teacher to the office together. The head teacher looked up and down, patted Fu Jia on the shoulder, and said, "You can be the captain."
Fu Jia and Datou were both startled. The big head glanced at Fu Jia blankly, and suddenly found that Fu Jia would be much taller and stronger than when he first transferred. He suddenly realizes that he may not be the most handsome in the class...
For the whole week before New Year's Day, Fu Jia couldn't go home for lunch with Lu Qi'an. He is the captain of this small recitation team in the class. He has to practice with the team members at noon and in the evening every day, so he can only eat with the team members in the cafeteria.
In this regard, Lu Qi'an "seems" not to have any dissatisfaction. He cooperates with Fu Jia to listen to him recite for half an hour every night, acts as his audience, and helps him adjust his demeanor.
Fu Jia really wanted to do this well, so he was nervous and devoted. This is the first time he has been trusted by his classmates and entrusted by his teachers. He is inevitably a little proud, and inevitably has a sense of accomplishment.
Maybe, he can also be a good person.
The day before the New Year's Day party, Fu Jia was so nervous that he couldn't sleep, and repeatedly asked Lu Qi'an: Can I do it? Will you come to see me? Which row will you sit in? Will I not see you on the stage
Lu Qi'an answered him, you will do well, I will come to see, I try to sit in the front row, you may not be able to see me, but I will keep watching you.
Fu Jia asked repeatedly, and Lu Qi'an answered repeatedly until Fu Jia fell asleep.
This year, December 31st is not a weekend, so No. 6 Middle School will not have a holiday, and even the evening self-study will continue as usual. Fortunately, the school organized a New Year's Day party. Students can choose to continue their self-study in the classroom, or they can choose to come to the auditorium to watch the party.
Except for a few top students who are addicted to learning, almost no one will not come to the party. As soon as the get out of class ended in the afternoon, many people went to the auditorium to occupy a seat, because according to the situation in previous years, the auditorium would be full every time.
Fu Jia was taken away by the head teacher before get out of class was over, and he did the final rehearsal under the guidance of the Chinese teacher.
Lu Qi'an did not go home, but had dinner with Teacher Liu. Lu Qi'an asked her to help arrange a seat in the front row, and she readily agreed.
Before the party started, snow suddenly fell in the sky. The weather forecast said early in the morning that it would snow heavily tonight, but the students did not expect to catch up with the party so coincidentally, and felt very suitable.
Lu Qi'an walked into the auditorium and looked for Teacher Liu in the crowded auditorium. Suddenly, someone called him from a distance.
"Qian, here!" Li Qinhe stood on the seat and waved at him vigorously, "There is a place here!"
Li Qinhe's position is about the outer part of the middle section, and there are not many people crowded there. There were more people near the stage, and there were three floors inside and three floors outside, so Lu Qi'an couldn't find where Teacher Liu was at all.
He walked towards Li Qinhe, walked through the crowd and sat down in the empty seat beside him.
Li Qinhe smiled and looked at him curiously: "It's rare, you actually came to the party."
Lu Qi'an didn't hide it from him, telling the truth: "Fu Jia is going to take the stage, I'll leave after seeing him."
Li Qinhe's face stiffened, and he said angrily, "Can't you say something nice on such a good day?"
Lu Qi'an frowned and glanced at him: "What's wrong with what I said?"
Li Qinhe was angry and said sarcastically: "You are very protective of him now. You usually don't bother to argue with me. Why, you can't hear others saying that he is not good now?"
Lu Qi'an didn't look at his eyes and answered a yes.
Li Qinhe was so angry and shocked that he was so choked that he couldn't speak. He gritted his teeth and ignored Lu Qi'an. They were silent and stalemate like this until the host announced: "Now, please enjoy the recitation program of the second and fifth class of high school, "Answer."
There were three men and two women standing on the stage. The boys were all white shirts, suit pants, and red ties. The girls wore red dresses and long hair. The costumes should have been borrowed from the studio. They were neither delicate nor well-fitting, but they had a confident look and straight backs, which helped hold up the scene.
Fu Jia stood at the front of the formation and read the first word to the music.
"The mean is the pass of the mean, and the noble is the epitaph of the noble."
Li Qinhe felt that he should laugh at Fu Jia, laugh at his clothes, laugh at his seriousness, laugh at everything about him, but he still didn't do it after all.
He conceded defeat and said in a good voice, "Qian, you will have a hard time, it's going to be hard, don't mess around, okay?" Li Qinhe said.
"The Ice Age has passed, why is there ice everywhere? The Cape of Good Hope was discovered, why are thousands of sails competing in the Dead Sea?"
Lu Qi'an kept staring at the stage and said, "Don't worry about me, I'm ready."
Li Qinhe said weakly, "What can you prepare? He is a man and has grudges with your parents. What do you prepare? Do you know how principled Uncle Lu is?"
"Me too." Lu Qi'an replied, "I also have my principles."
"I came into this world with only paper, rope, and figure, to read the sentenced voices before the trial: tell you, world, I-don't-believe-believe! Even if there are a thousand under your feet If you are a challenger, then count me as the thousand and one."
Li Qinhe looked painful: "I have seen it for the past two months. You spend all day with Fu Jiati, and even bring him to live in the apartment. Haven't you thought about Fengfeng? Do you know, I went to visit Feng Feng a month ago, and he sadly asked me why Qi Ange didn't come to see him anymore. I didn't know how to answer, so I used your busy study as an excuse to prevaricate it. You didn't know he was disappointed, but I've been holding back not calling you..."
Lu Qi'an clenched his hands and said firmly, "Feng Feng and I are relatives and brothers. This will never change, but if something is destined to be given up, it should be given up as soon as possible, whether it's me or him."
Li Qinhe was a little desperate, "What about that house? Haven't you thought about going home? At this time in previous years, you would go to Sister Wanqing's place to have a meal with the whole family. Haven't you thought about going back?"
"I don't believe that the sky is blue, I don't believe the echo of thunder; I don't believe that dreams are fake, I don't believe that death is unrequited."
Lu Qian has a home. The place where he lives has changed from an apartment to a home, from a temporary residence to his home, just because there is one more Fu Jia.
In the snowy nights in the future, he will no longer be a visitor to anyone, he will go home.
"I'll go see them during the holidays, and I'll make it clear to my dad."
"Qian..." Li Qinhe's voice was hoarse.
"Okay, that's enough." Lu Qi'an interrupted him, "I'm ready to face all this."
"If the ocean is doomed to burst its banks, let all the bitter waters pour into my heart; if the land is doomed to rise, let mankind re-select the peak of survival."
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The poem quoted in this chapter is Mr. Bei Dao's "Answer", without citing the full text, only excerpted parts.