Yan Zhuo followed Song Yan and walked into 108 in silence.
After turning on the light, his eyes were bright, and he saw that the jeans on Song Yan's right calf had been scratched by something, and it was covered with dried mud.
Yan Zhuo frowned, and after a little deliberation, he asked, "You... fell down?"
"Well," Song Yan said, "it's okay."
"Your hand is also injured!" Yan Zhuo exclaimed, he hadn't seen it just now.
"fine."
The cut on Song Yan's hand was not small, extending from the little finger on the back of his right hand to the middle finger, and the blood had solidified into a scab, which seemed to have been on his hand for a long time.
Yan Zhuo felt a little distressed, but felt that any words of comfort would be weak at this moment.
After all, the wound was not on his hands, so no matter what he did, he couldn't empathize with it.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Yan Zhuo sighed, walked to the cabinet and took out the medicine box from it.
Song Yan sat on the sofa and let Yan Zhuo squat in front of him to treat his wound.
Yan Zhuo dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and asked, "Why didn't you go home for the holidays?"
In fact, he wanted to ask more than this, but where did Song Yan go, why was he with Jiao Jingwei, why did he fall down, why was it so indifferent when his hand was injured, he didn't dare to ask these questions.
The alcohol stung the wound, Song Yan curled his fingers unconsciously.
Seeing this, Yan Zhuo quickly blew on the wound.
This is what his grandma would do whenever he got hurt when he was a kid.
The atmosphere was quiet, Song Yan sat on the sofa in a daze, not knowing what to think. After a long time, Yan Zhuo saw him move his mouth, but didn't say anything.
Yan Zhuo felt that he might want to say thank you.
This awkward man.
The smell of alcohol smells in the nose, which is a bit irritating. Yan Zhuo seemed to be taking care of the wound seriously, but actually he was absent-minded.
After a long time, he slowly asked what he wanted to ask most: "Where did you go today?"
Song Yan said: "I went to see an old friend."
Yan Zhuo was lost in thought for a moment, what... friend? But before he could ask, Song Yan asked, "Why do you like me?"
Song Yan took the initiative to mention this, which made Yan Zhuo unexpected, after all, the other party has been avoiding it.
After a moment of silence, he said earnestly, "Because you are good."
Song Yan gave a short laugh, not understanding where his point of view came from.
"Where is it good?" Song Yan asked.
"Anywhere is fine." Yan Zhuo replied.
There is no reason to like someone, and he might have to think about it for a long time if he really wants to give an example, but now he is face to face with Song Yan, and he just thinks Song Yan is good, very good, very good, and invincible.
Yan Zhuo thought: The person I like, even if he can't see, is blind, he is still the most handsome blind man in the world.
Song Yan might be a little surprised by the determination in his short sentence, but he still locked his heart and refused to show a little gap for others to approach.
He suddenly thought of those words Jiao Jingwei said on the mountain tonight.
At least one thing she said was right.
He is already useless.
Useless, huh.
Only a fool would like a cripple.
"Have you ever been in love?" Song Yan asked.
Yan Zhuo let out a "hmm".
"So you weren't born gay?"
Afraid of touching Song Yanmei's head, Yan Zhuo answered cautiously: "I... I don't know, I just... only liked you."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows, not sure if he believed it or not. Yan Zhuo anxiously said: "It's true!"
"Well," Song Yan said, "Got it." In fact, Yan Zhuo's confession didn't have any special feeling for him.
He grew up so big, and the few special feelings he had were all because of himself.
Abandoned by his parents since childhood, he grew up in an orphanage. He has low self-esteem and arrogance, is sensitive and numb, and has gone through many detours on the way of growth.
Because he wants to be strong, because he wants to prove himself as a human being, he has put in a lot of hard work that ordinary people can't imagine.
To be glamorous, never just overnight.
The reason why it is dazzling is because of the unknown hardships behind it and the gritted teeth of countless nights.
But now, a car accident has brought everything back to normal, even worse than before.
What crime did he commit
Song Yan clenched his fist, and the wound was densely painful due to his movements.
Something was raging in his body like a nameless evil fire, burning his internal organs scalding hot.
Crazy, going crazy.
Yan Zhuo didn't know what else Song Yan wanted to know, but no matter what Song Yan wanted to know, he would say it.
He wanted to ask something more, but Song Yan suddenly said, "I want to take a bath."
Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand why the topic jumped here, he hesitated and said: "But your hand..."
"Well, I know." Song Yan sneered, a little evil, he said, "You help me."
…
The light in the bathroom was extremely dim, beams of warm yellow light shone on the two of them, adding a bit of ambiguity.
After Song Yan took off his coat, Yan Zhuo helped him unbutton his shirt. When he unbuttoned the first button, his hands shook a little.
After untying the second one, my hands trembled even more. Song Yan has a small mole on his chest.
He coughed and glanced away unnaturally. His hands were still on the shirt, but his eyes were dodging around, not daring to face the person in front of him.
I don't know which rat poison Song Yan has taken, and he usually has a cold face for a long time when he is touched, but tonight he offered to ask him to help "change clothes". Although Song Yan must have injured his hand, Yan Zhuo was surprised by it no matter how he thought about it.
After a while, he took off the shirt, revealing Song Yan's broad shoulders and strong arms.
Song Yan has a big scar on his right shoulder.
Yan Zhuo couldn't hold back and reached out to touch it, Song Yan's skin was hot.
He asked, "How did this happen?"
Song Yan's expression was heavy, as if he was recalling something, and he said after a few seconds: "Car accident."
Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes, didn't dare to ask any more questions, and began to silently help him unbuckle his belt. Song Yan's belt was very thin, and it came off his trousers with a light twitch.
"Still... continue?" Yan Zhuo asked.
He was referring to the last bondage.
Song Yan nodded.
His legs are long, Yan Zhuo lowered his head and caressed his shoulders, and helped him tear off the innermost panties.
This is not the first time Yan Zhuo saw Song Yan's nude body, he also saw it twice in the hot spring days, but the meaning was completely different from what it is now, at least at that time, he didn't see Song Yan's body...
but now…
Before Yan Zhuo had time to think about it, he was caught off guard by the shower that Song Yanshuo turned on, and water fell all over his body.
"Well… "
He protested: "I haven't gone out yet!"
Song Yan: "Then don't go out."
Varied? What
Yan Zhuo looked at Song Yan with wide eyes, did he hear correctly just now
Song Yan lowered his eyes in a daze, and his eyelashes blocked his eyes like a curtain. Yan Zhuo is shorter than him, so he can just see his eyes.
how to say…
He had never seen such a deep Song Yan, and he returned to the moment when he first saw him.
do not know why.
He felt that Song Yan was very fragile at the moment.
At a loss.
He needs reassurance. Yan Zhuo thought.
Making jokes seems to be Yan Zhuo's best way of comforting others.
He said: "Since you don't want me to go out, then I'll rub your back for you. I'm not bragging for you, my scrubbing skills are really awesome!"
After he finished speaking, he was very stupid and forced to hahaha twice.
Song Yan didn't respond, still drooping his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
The water rushed down, wet his body and hair, and even got into his eyes, but he ignored it.
It's terrible.
Try to ignore that anxiety.
Although Yan Zhuo was so nervous that his palms were sweating, he hooked his arms around Song Yan's neck with great courage.
He was ready to be pushed away.
But to his surprise, Song Yan did not refuse, but stretched out his hand to deepen the hug.
Today is New Year's Eve, the day when thousands of lights gather together. Everyone in the world is either happy or lively. But the two of them were hiding in the narrow bathroom, one never returned home and the other was homeless.
The shower was still on, and the water soaked their clothes. They were close together, Yan Zhuo put his head on Song Yan's shoulder, just hugging each other to keep warm, after a while he felt the other's vigorous desire.
This was unexpected.
Maybe Song Yan also noticed it, he moved away slightly.
Yan Zhuo felt embarrassed, stiff and didn't know what to do.
Do straight men also have desires for men
Or, Song Yan regarded him as a woman, after all, Song Yan couldn't see his face, and the distance between them is so... close.
Yan Zhuo trembled in his heart.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
Just when Yan Zhuo thought it was over and he should leave. Song Yan exerted a little force on his waist, and they moved closer to each other.
Song Yan said hoarsely, "Give it to me, please."
The light in the bathroom was dim, Yan Zhuo was dazed by the water dripping into his eyes, and he couldn't even see Song Yan's expression clearly.
His throat rolled, and he said with a willingness, "Okay."
…
The clothes were already soaked, Yan Zhuo quickly took them off.
"Go to bed," he said.