[APH Luzhong] Ivan Diary

Sofia's third child was born, a boy, as healthy and beautiful as his older siblings, also named "Ivan".Sophia often looked at Big Ivan and then at Little Ivan, happily lamenting how happy their family was.

When Natasha went to Billy to study abroad, who would have thought that Torris, the doctor's son, went abroad after chasing her, and now he is pursuing Natasha in full swing.Ivan wished them a happy ending.

Gilbert and his younger brother have already joined the army. After a few battles, he was promoted to major in one fell swoop. He is also a star in the army. His family who once disliked them is now proud of them. Gilbert intends to continue his efforts, Sprint to the general.

As for Ivan himself—

After packing all his luggage, he sat on a chair and looked at his watch: 11:23.

The silver ring on the ring finger of his left hand gleamed in the light, and he stared at it dreamily.

It was still early, and the wind and snow outside the window gradually calmed down. Ivan watched the white snow in the dark night, which disappeared on the roofs and lanterns of other people's houses.Ivan suddenly fidgeted, Mosuo the ring on his ring finger, he opened the box in front of him, revealing a touch of cold black under the layers of clothes, squinting at Ivan who put his hand on the gun from the muzzle of the gun.

Ivan took a deep breath, withdrew his hand, locked the box, and hid it in the closet.

He put on the scarf and quickly walked out of the room, went downstairs, and left the hotel, merging with the night snow.

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The scenery of the street has changed a lot, and Ivan can't even find his former home—this is natural, after all, that place has been reduced to ashes long ago.Just walking along the street, the slightly familiar people are much older, some are bald, some are hunchbacked, some are carrying a child on their backs, and more are unfamiliar new faces. They are laughing and singing, Drink in large swigs.No one seemed to recognize Ivan.

Ivan walked away from the lights and walked towards the edge of the town.

Walking along the shrub-covered path, the nostrils were filled with the mixed smell of snow water and mud. Ivan walked through the weeds with a kerosene lamp in his hand, and the black fence was revealed from behind the green coniferous branches.When Ivan approached the fence, there was an iron gate by his hand, so he pushed open the rusty iron gate and walked into the silent garden.

The boots creaked on the snow, and Ivan's steps were extraordinarily brisk.He had hated this place before because it was a cemetery and he was afraid of death and therefore of graves, but now this place would have a new meaning for him.Regarding the next thing, Ivan was even looking forward to it.

Rows of uneven graystone tombstones stretched towards the end of the cemetery. They stood silently at night, when there was nothing in my ears except the slight sound of the wind.Ivan passed a long line of steles and finally stopped.

On this black tombstone, the inscription on his tomb cannot be seen clearly in the dark. Ivan took a cursory glance at the kerosene lamp, then knelt down and brushed snow off the head of the tomb.A large bouquet of withered white lilies was placed on the grave.

"... You have made many mistakes in your life." Ivan sighed softly.

"But I thank you. You did a lot of right things in your last time, you did your duty, you made up for your mistakes, and you have nothing to regret."

"It's been 12 years, thank you for your dedication these years. Please leave the next thing to me, because this is not only my desire."

"Your greatest contribution in this life is raising your son." Ivan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he put his hand into his pocket, which contained a silver ring.

The kerosene lamp was dim, but it still illuminated the figure of the visitor.From the other end of the cemetery, the young man walked towards Ivan slowly, and took off his hat. His long black hair fell down to his waist.

"Boom!" The kerosene lamp suddenly fell to the ground, and the surroundings fell into darkness.

——But it doesn't matter, because Ivan Braginsky has already embraced Wang Yao.

"Miss me?" Ivan buried his fingers deeply into Wang Yao's hair.

"Yes." Wang Yao couldn't help laughing.

"I missed the funeral." Ivan let go of Wang Yao slightly, and looked at the tombstone next to him. The name "Yakov Nicholas Ostrovsky" was engraved on the tombstone.Wang Yao held his hand: "He was dying when I wrote you that letter, and he decided to euthanize himself—you missed the funeral, but you didn't miss the wedding."

Ivan looked down at Wang Yao, who had a sly smile on his face.Ivan clasped the ring finger of Wang Yao's left hand, put the ring on it quietly, and said in a low voice, "Go to church tomorrow."

"Okay." Wang Yao tried to hold back his smile, but the smile always popped out by itself, and he couldn't put it back.

Ivan took his hand and walked towards the bright place.

In the snowy night, the two walked side by side.In the gaze of the tombstone, their fingers shone with a silver light.

"Yao, I love you." Ivan and Wang Yao raised the corners of their lips very high.

They will go far, far together.

Extra Story

Episode [-]: (Welfare)

I love you. ——Wang Yao

"Hoo... hoo..."

Almost at the moment when the door was closed, Wang Yao kissed Ivan. He used such force that he almost threw Ivan to the ground.

Wang Yao put his arms around Ivan's neck and leaned against the door as if he could not stand still. He sprayed his warm breath on Ivan's face, nibbled on Ivan's lips and pushed his tongue in. Ivan held his hand again. Supporting his waist, he locked the door with one hand.He could feel Wang Yao's tongue licking his tongue.

"Wait..." Ivan slightly parted the lips of the two, panting, "Go upstairs first..." Before he finished speaking, Wang Yao's lips closed again.

Ivan was a little distressed, he didn't want to lose control doing it on the floor and get up in the morning with a sore back.

Ivan half-supported Wang Yao to go upstairs slowly. During this period, he was almost overwhelmed by Wang Yao several times. He also found that Wang Yao was trembling with laughter while kissing him.

Stumbling open the door, Wang Yao's room was revealed.Everything hasn't changed, it's like going back in time.Wang Yao narrowed his eyes and said, "Fortunately, this house is not for sale."

When Ivan put Wang Yao on the bed, there were already two hickey marks on his neck.Sitting on the bed, Wang Yao consciously took off his shirt.His black hair hangs over his shoulders, and through the moonlight, Ivan can see Wang Yao's porcelain-white skin.

Since he was a child, he has been thinking, why is Wang Yao, who is a yellow race, so white?

——It was so white that he wanted to take a few bites.

Without even waiting to take off his clothes, Ivan leaned down and kissed Wang Yao's amber eyes, then followed his cheeks all the way to his lips.Wang Yao followed Ivan's force and fell back slowly, lying on the bed.

"What's the matter? Are you happy?" Ivan asked vaguely, rubbing his ring with the fingers clasped on Wang Yao's hand.

Wang Yao stuck out his tongue and hooked Ivan's tongue, and told him directly with his own mouth: "I love you."

Needless to say, Ivan just clasped Wang Yao's left hand tightly, and inserted the fingers of the other hand into his hair, deepening the kiss.Breath and breath collided together, and the tightly hugging body quickly heated up. Ivan sucked Wang Yao's tongue, and saliva overflowed from his lips, and Wang Yao's face burned red like drunk.

The two gradually separated when they felt it was difficult to breathe.Ivan stared at Wang Yao intently. Wang Yao's face was already flushed brilliantly, his eyes were hazy and sparkling in the night, and the water stains on his slightly red and swollen lips were glowing—of course, his own It's almost the same.It was strange, no matter how many years passed and how many times he did it, Ivan was still shy in front of Wang Yao.

Iwan grabbed Wang Yao's Adam's apple in one gulp, licked and sucked.Wang Yao was so itchy that he shrank his neck back, but there was nowhere to escape.Sensitive parts were teased, Wang Yao's waist became weak, he hugged Ivan's neck tightly, with a smile on his lips.

Oops, so happy.

Crazy happy.

I was too happy to speak.

All Wang Yao can feel now is the ring on the ring finger of his left hand and the body temperature of the person holding him.

Ivan has already left two hickey marks on Wang Yao's Adam's apple - as revenge.And the collarbones, yes, those beautiful collarbones, Wang Yao would moan when he touched them, and Ivan's thumb stroked the hollow in the middle of them, kissing, nibbling, leaving his own marks.

Then there are breasts and nipples. Wang Yao always tells Ivan with a smile that there are no breasts there, but every time he sees them turning red, Ivan will lose control.Wang Yao's chest rose and fell, and Ivan's lips slid across his belly.Ivan liked the soft flesh on Wang Yao's waist, and before he knew it, he would kiss it black and blue, and Wang Yao's waist trembled slightly.

Every inch of skin that touched it felt like it was on fire.

No need to think, unwilling to think, Ivan is familiar with Wang Yao's body, whether he uses his hands or lips, he can easily excite Wang Yao, just like Wang Yao's invisible temptation to him.Ivan stroked Wang Yao's lower abdomen, and reached down with his hand, and it really touched a scorching heat—the same temperature as his.

Ivan felt the burning pain in his lower body. He quickly moved his hands, stimulating Wang Yao's glans and prostate with his calloused fingertips.Under the indistinct rubbing and scratching, Wang Yao's waist and crotch trembled uncontrollably, his flushed face and biting red lips were extraordinarily gorgeous.

Wang Yao trembled, and was released in Ivan's hands.

The cloudy white liquid slid across his abdomen and flowed towards the bed sheet. He rested his arms on his face, panting lowly, his chest heaving with little red marks.A soft feeling came from the thigh, and the silver ring on Wang Yao's finger was shining, and Ivan suddenly