Hang Sizhou was wrapped in a bath towel and soaking in the warm hot spring.
The maple leaves were dyed by the night, and the bright red turned into dark red.
The moonlight makes the snow-capped mountains appear exceptionally white.
This expanse of snow, set against a dark red backdrop, is as magnificent as some holy secret place, making one yearn for it.
It never snows in Yancheng where they live. The last snow scene that Hang Sizhou remembers seeing was when he went abroad with his mother in middle school.
The rest of the time, he could only see the snow-white color in videos and photos.
Hang Sizhou was staring in a trance until his hand was touched.
Hang Sizhou turned his head.
The two people's eyes met briefly in the air.
"What are you daydreaming about?"
Hang Sizhou: "I'm not in a daze."
"I called you twice just now."
Hang Sizhou said "Oh" and looked away: "I'm looking at the snow-capped mountains."
The warm palm rested on the back of my neck, and then on my chin.
His face was twisted by a pair of strong hands, and the owner of the hands leaned over and rubbed his forehead.
"Then look at me too."
Hang Sizhou frowned, wondering why this person suddenly started acting like a coquettish person.
Raise your eyes.
Black eyes like the sea.
The white reflected in it was like a crescent moon in the quiet night sky over the sea, stirring his heartbeat.
Xiao Hang's pupils moved, and he asked him in a low voice: "Hang Sizhou, am I qualified?"
Hang Sizhou's throat was dry and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
The hand behind his neck pushed him forward, their chests pressed together without any gap.
Xiao Hang held him in his arms, pressed his moist lips against his ear, and called his name again.
This cry completely touched Hang Sizhou's heart.
At a time like this, if he were to be pretentious, he wouldn't be a manly person. Besides, it's not that he didn't want to.
Since everyone wants that to happen, just follow your instinct.
Hang Sizhou raised his hand and put his arm around Xiao Hang's shoulders, leaned his head forward, and whispered in his ear: "Then you should behave well."
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The hot springs are emitting gurgling steam, and on this cool late autumn night, it looks like a fairyland.
Although it is an open-air hot spring, it is not completely unobstructed.
The concealment is still very good.
Even so, Hang Sizhou always wore a bath towel no matter what time it was.
This was the first time that Hang Sizhou was so cooperative. Looking at the person in his arms, Xiao Hang couldn't help teasing him, coaxing him, and asking himself what he was to him.
In the midst of confusion and love, Hang Sizhou still didn't forget her and called him "wife" in a soft voice.
Xiao Hang was not angry. He put his arm around his waist and asked in his ear, "Si Zhou, do you think we are using the sky as our roof and the ground as our bed?"
Hang Sizhou had always been a poor student, and it took him a while to realize that Xiao Hang was talking about them having sex in the open air.
Her already red cheeks turned even redder, and she wanted to punch someone.
Caught in mid-air.
Xiao Hang slowly opened his clenched palms and kissed him.
Although they were in a hot spring, Xiao Hang's kiss was hotter than the water, and Hang Sizhou's palms were warm from his kiss.
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he saw the man's face rubbing against his lips again, kissing him, and said seriously: "I was wrong, husband."
Hang Sizhou tried to cover his mouth with his trembling hands, but before he could touch them, he grabbed them again, and the kiss hotter than the spring water fell on his palm again.
How can someone's husband be... be...
Hang Sizhou simply closed his eyes, not looking or thinking, and let himself surge with the spring water.
The water ripples for a long time.
Afraid that Hang Sizhou couldn't stand the cold and hard stone base, Xiao Hang held him in his arms, let him sit on him, and looked at the snow-capped mountains not far away together.
"How do you know I can play the piano?"
Hang Sizhou thought of something he had always been curious about.
Hang Sizhou remembered very clearly that when he met Xiao Hang, he had stopped playing the piano.
But Xiao Hang also said that day that their encounter at the cram school on that rainy night was not their first meeting.
That means Xiao Hang had seen him before.
Xiao Hang reported the name of a music store, and Hang Sizhou's half-closed eyes suddenly widened.
It was a piano store opened by a friend of his mother, Ms. Shen. The place was remote and quiet. During his first year of high school, he liked to practice piano there and help run the store.
That music store is mostly run by rich ladies for fun, and almost no one would pass by it on weekdays. I didn't expect Xiao Hang to go there.
"You know about my father, right?"
The little head in my arms nodded immediately.
Xiao Hang took a deep breath.
Although his father was later cleared and his police identity and due honors were restored, many people were hurt in the process.
Among them, he should be the one who was most seriously injured.
The afternoon when Xiao Hang first met Hang Sizhou, he just found out that his father was not a narcotics police officer, but an informant planted by drug dealers in the police station.
Later, internal fighting among several drug lords exposed his father.
His father could no longer hide and had to follow the drug lord, completely abandoning him and his mother here.
Young Xiao Hang couldn't accept it.
He didn't understand how his great, upright, always patient, meticulous and gentle father could be a drug dealer
His mother's helplessness and tears were like knives, stabbing his heart again and again.
For the first time in sixteen years, Xiao Hang turned and left in front of his mother.
But he had nowhere to go.
The streets were bustling and everyone looked so happy. There was no place for a little kid like him in this world.
Xiao Hang walked aimlessly along a path on the outskirts of the city until he was attracted by the sound of melodious music.
It was a small piano store.
In front of the piano closest to the outside, a boy with slightly long hair was sitting there, concentrating on playing the piano.
He half-closed his eyes, completely immersed in his own world of music, and didn't notice that there was another boy standing by him, staring at him motionlessly through a thin layer of glass.
The afternoon sun was hot, shining through the transparent glass onto his face, arms, and upright shoulders.
Xiao Hang stood there for a long time, listening to the piano playing for more than an hour.
And the ray of sunshine that shines on the boy also shines into his gloomy heart.
By the time he reacted, he had already grabbed his phone and took a picture of the boy playing the piano.
"No wonder Hanhan said you—"
"What did you say about me?"
Thinking of the promise he made to Xiao Zhihan, Hang Sizhou immediately said, "No, nothing!"
Xiao Hang didn't ask any further questions.
He had more or less guessed what Xiao Zhihan and Hang Sizhou were talking about.
He enlarged the photo and hung it on the wall of the study in the old house. Every time he went back, Xiao Zhihan would sneak in to take a look.
But without his permission, how could Xiao Zhihan go in
"It's a coincidence that every time I met you, it was when I suffered a heavy blow."
On rainy nights, on outings, and every time he suffered the worst blow in his life, Hang Sizhou was always by his side.
Hang Sizhou: "Maybe this is fate. We will be together no matter what, so I will appear every time you are miserable. No wonder you were always more vicious than me in high school. Tell me, are you worried that every time you meet me, something worse will happen?"
The hand on his waist tightened, and Hang Sizhou immediately stopped teasing: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't joke around anymore."
Of course Xiao Hang couldn't have meant this.
At this point, he has fully understood Xiao Hang's avoidance and struggle.
"What about you?" Xiao Hang changed the subject.
"Um?"
Xiao Hang placed his hands on Hang Sizhou's waist, rubbing his hands lightly or heavily to relieve the discomfort: "Can I know why you gave up playing the piano?"
"I really like listening to you play the piano, and I also like watching you play the piano."
Xiao Hang had never seen such vigorous vitality and tension in anyone else.
He later hired professionals to search for the organizers of various competitions that Hang Sizhou had participated in, but it was a long time ago, and as they were all junior competitions, a lot of film and television materials had been destroyed.
All he got were a few fragments.
However, those video clips were far less moving than the scene in his memory.
Speaking of this, Hang Sizhou's originally relaxed spine suddenly tensed up.
"You know, Hang Hongsheng and I have a bad relationship."
"Um."
"Do you know how I knew he was cheating?"
"One day, I came home and heard bursts of piano music coming from the piano room. I felt strange, so I walked over quietly and saw him hugging that woman and playing on my piano."
Xiao Hang's throat was dry, and he hugged Hang Sizhou tightly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't-"
"It's okay." Perhaps because he finally spoke out the nightmare buried deep in his heart, Hang Sizhou relaxed. "These are all in the past for me. This is my life, and I shouldn't be influenced by others. The last time we talked about playing the piano, this matter had already moved on for me."
"I love playing the piano and want to continue playing it. No one can stop me."
He will never give up his dreams or what he wants to do because of anyone.
Hang Sizhou leaned his head on Xiao Hang's chest, raised his head, looked into the man's eyes, and smiled:
"So you are to me—"
"Love at first sight." Xiao Hang continued bluntly.
His eyes were more frank and straightforward than words, Hang Sizhou's face was imprinted in his black eyes, and his gaze was focused and intense.
Hang Sizhou opened his mouth.
A strange yet familiar feeling filled his chest from the bottom up, sour and bitter, but made him extremely happy and satisfied.
He turned over and looked up at Xiao Hang.
"Do you still have the strength?"
There are two full moons in his clear eyes, like the sexiest elf in the moonlight.
The elf tilted his head, put his ear close to it, and said in a very bewitching voice: "If there is, use more force."
"**I."
Hang Sizhou soon regretted it.
With half of his body immersed in water, he changed from calling her wife to calling her husband.
But no matter how he tried to show weakness and please, the man never restrained himself.
The coolness of the autumn leaves swept over, only to be covered by the heat gushing out from the hot springs.
Cold versus heat.
Hang Sizhou shuttled back and forth between heaven and hell. When he was finally picked up in the chaos, Hang Sizhou was inexplicably glad that he had not watched "Da Meng 0" nor showed Xiao Hang "Da Meng 1".
Otherwise, he might die in this hot spring tonight.
The kind that is **.
Next to the hot spring is a small wooden cabin for rest.
The floor heating in the house was warm and not affected by the cold outside at all.
In fact, Hang Sizhou was not cold at all.
He was possessed from inside to outside by Xiao Hang, and every breath he took was filled with the other's scent.
Hang Sizhou was so tired that he couldn't open his eyelids.
He curled up his body and tried to bury himself in the quilt, but as soon as he moved, he was immediately picked up by the man and pressed back into his arms.
Xiao Hang hugged him tightly.
"Zhou Zhou, I don't know if you will remember it after you wake up, but I still want to tell you. To me, your appearance is like the rising sun. Since then, the flowers have bloomed, and I have walked from winter to summer."
"Hang Sizhou, I love you."
"Can you... let me stay in summer forever?"
Those voices were very low and deep, like alluring whispers in the dark night, circling endlessly in Hang Sizhou's mind and ears, completely breaking him apart.
His arms instinctively went around the man's neck, and even though his body was extremely tired, Hang Sizhou still took the initiative to kiss the man on the lips.
Then, let the other person completely penetrate him with his scorching love.
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