Haimer

Fu Zheng stood in the corridor for more than an hour. He didn't swipe his card to enter the door until he guessed that Jian Yang was asleep.

However, different from Fu Zheng's expectation, the door of Jianyang's master bedroom was wide open, and there was no one on the flat bed, only some scattered painting tools and sketches piled up at the end of the bed.

Fu Zheng's heart sank suddenly, and he ran towards the master bedroom in three steps at a time. He tripped over a slipper on the carpet, staggered and bumped into a corner of the TV cabinet.Fu Zheng didn't care to rub his painful calf, so he supported the wall to stand firm, and hurriedly took another step.

Jian Yang curled up on the wool blanket by the bay window, looked at Fu Zheng's embarrassed and panicked appearance, tilted his head, reached out and pulled off the earphone on one side, and called him in a low voice.

"Hello... I'm here."

Fu Zheng paused and turned around abruptly to look at the small living room.Jian Yang is hugging the pillow and nestling on the bay window, a white and soft home clothes are integrated with the milky white wool blanket under the light.The ears on the housecoat hood flopped over his head, making him look as if he couldn't pull himself together.

Fu Zheng walked over in a daze, and suddenly leaned over to hug Jian Yang, with a hoarse voice:

"...you're really scaring me to death."

Jian Yang moved his body in the man's arms uncomfortably.Fu Zheng's arms trembled and tightened for a moment, then he quickly regained his senses and let go of Jian Yang.

"Sorry, I lost my composure—"

When Fu Zheng withdrew his hands, the cufflinks caught Jian Yang's earphone cable, and pulled the earphone out from the socket of the tablet.A male voice that was quite familiar to Fu Zheng suddenly came from the tablet.

"Do you want to take a shower first, or eat first? Or—fuck me first, huh?" The man's low laughter was full of ambiguity, hinting quite sexually, "I've already cleaned up, It's super wet right now..."

Jian Yang's cheeks flushed to the ears of the young man in the camera.

On the screen, the young man pushed forward in embarrassment, causing the camera to shake twice, "You, you are simply—a hungry ghost! Rascal—"

Before he finished speaking, the young man gagged his mouth with a hot kiss.The angular lower half of the man's face flashed across the camera, and was quickly replaced by patterns on the floor.

Amidst the tut-tuts of the two exchanging body fluids, the man's humming and laughter were extremely provocative.

"That's right, I'm a hungry ghost...only eat you."

Jian Yang groped frantically for the buttons to lock the tablet, the public release sound stopped abruptly, and the living room suddenly fell into suffocating embarrassment.

"sorry, I--"

"Do you want to do it?" Fu Zheng asked.

"……what?"

Jian Yang froze, staring at the man kneeling on one knee in front of him in unconcealed surprise.

Fu Zheng's lips trembled, he raised his head and looked at Jian Yang, the depths of his pupils were filled with silent blackness.He repeated again: "Do you want to do it?... You will like it, Jian Yang."

Fu Zheng's face was as calm and gentle as in the daytime, but at this moment, Jian Yang somehow felt that this man was about to cry.

Because of pain, or because of love?

Jian Yang doesn't understand.

He just obeyed his heart, stretched out his hand, and touched the red corners of Fu Zheng's eyes.

"Fu Zheng, don't cry."

When he said it, Jian Yang realized that this was the first time he called out a man's name completely today.

Fu Zheng raised his hand to cover the back of Jian Yang's outstretched hand, slowly held it, and tilted his head to peck and kiss Jian Yang's palm, without taking his eyes off Jian Yang's face, "Do you hate this? "

Jian Yang was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head, "I don't hate it."

The second after he answered, Fu Zheng's lips slid against his palm, and finally kissed the inside of Jian Yang's wrist.

Jian Yang's fingers flinched.

"Do you hate this?"

"...I don't hate it," Jian Yang held Fu Zheng's palm with his backhand, "but I don't want to do this."

Fu Zheng's expression froze on his face.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound for a while, he just stubbornly held Jian Yang's hand tightly and refused to let go, arched his back, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the back of Jian Yang's hand.

After a long time, his hoarse voice came.

"...I'm sorry...Jian Yang, I'm sorry."

From an angle that Fu Zheng couldn't see, Jian Yang's eyes were complicated and unspeakable.Jian Yang had no family since he could remember, and this man gave him almost everything he ever dreamed of—in those videos, Fu Zheng was his friend, lover, husband, and family.

It's just that the current Jian Yang has unilaterally forgotten these times.

In fact, Jian Yang is not ignorant of his abnormality.The memory gap when he woke up, the anti-lost bracelet he wore at some point, the pills Fu Yun gave him... Countless fragments confirmed his guess one by one.

Jian Yang didn't intend to get to the bottom of these questions at all.For Jian Yang, as long as he still has a paintbrush in his hand, his world is complete enough.It doesn't matter whether he spends his time yesterday or tomorrow.

But at this moment, looking at this man who tried his best to restrain his emotions, Jian Yang's heart seemed to be knocked carefully, causing a slight ripple.

He felt an extraordinary freshness.This feeling made Jian Yang feel that his time was indeed flowing forward.

——Really, the feeling of being alive.

He sat up straight, moved the pillow in his arms to his back, and kicked Fu Zheng's knee with his feet.

"you come up."

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"...um...ha..."

Fu Zheng sat on both sides of Jian Yang's body with his legs spread apart, the muscles on his thigh stretched out a toned silhouette.Beads of sweat from the temples fell down with the violent ups and downs, sliding down the chest and abdominal muscles, and finally sank into the grass.

The bay window was not too wide, so Fu Zheng could only support his body with his feet, and at the same time, he had to be careful not to crush Jian Yang, maintaining a squatting posture in the air. The process of swallowing and puffing became more difficult due to the increased pressure in the abdominal cavity.

Jian Yang looked at Fu Zheng's unclear face in the backlight, bursts of soft-paced pleasure wrapped his thoughts like waves.Beside the two of them, outside the clear glass window, the ancient clock tower in the square in the distance was dotted with lights, and the people gathered below seemed distant and blurred.

Jian Yang thought, these people must be full of expectations for the future, so they are waiting in the cold wind for the moment of the New Year's countdown.

different from him.

He squinted his eyes comfortably, put one hand on his forehead, suddenly his body trembled slightly, and he withdrew his waist, so the connection between the two immediately made a "boo", and at the same time, Fu Zheng suddenly gasped in disorder.

"...you're thinking...um...what?"

Fu Zheng bowed his body, the greasy liquid flowed down his thighs and dripped on Jian Yang's lower abdomen.

Jian Yang frowned, before he had time to react, Fu Zheng stepped forward on his knees, put one hand behind him, supported Jian Yang's cock, lowered his waist little by little, and swallowed Jian Yang completely again.He stared at Jian Yang closely, and only after Jian Yang stretched his expression did he open and close again.

Following Fu Zheng's movements, Jian Yang's nasal cavity overflowed with soft hums from time to time, making Fu Zheng even more excited to speed up the frequency, wriggling hard behind him.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Layer after layer of unfamiliar trembling sensations made Jian Yang grab Fu Zheng's forearm in panic, his ears blushing.

"You... slow down..."

After Fu Zheng shrank back, he followed Jian Yang's request and began to slow down.While shaking his hips in a circle, he opened his arms and hugged Jian Yang again, and all the hot air he exhaled hit Jian Yang's ears, "...I love you."

The sudden slowdown was beyond Jian Yang's expectation and it was excruciating. Fu Zheng's every grinding was just right, making Jian Yang's scalp tingle. He wanted to chase this pleasure, but he was inexplicably afraid of losing control.

It seems that another self has completely withdrawn from the current obscene scene, whispering in his ear——

If one day, when you lose the ability to think, what is the difference between you and a puppet?

Fu Zheng kissed Jian Yang's forehead, put one hand into his home clothes from bottom to top, and caressed Jian Yang's slightly sweaty back, "Don't be afraid."

"……I do not have."

Jian Yang's eyes turned red when his thoughts were pierced, and he suddenly thrust upwards like revenge.With a muffled grunt, Fu Zheng lost his balance, landed hastily on the edge of the bay window, and almost fell directly on Jian Yang's body.

"Aha--"

The sudden pleasure of being rootless made Jian Yang let out a light gasp from his throat. Before he recovered, Fu Zheng grabbed his shoulders and started to move violently in this position.

Jian Yang was forced to blurt out the panting and cum before he had time to swallow it back.

"...ha...you, slow down...um...don't...uh...stop..."

But this time, even though Jian Yang repeatedly asked to slow down, Fu Zheng didn't stop, but tightened his grip on Jian Yang even more, his sphincter desperately wrapped and wriggled.

When the pile of pleasure accumulated to its peak, Jian Yang finally shivered, his lower abdomen twitched for a moment, and the corners of his eyes were stained with crimson.He looked at Fu Zheng blankly and didn't move for a long time.

Fu Zheng touched Jian Yang's wet hair with his hand, and gently pressed Jian Yang's head into his arms.

"Jian Yang, don't be afraid."

He lowered his head and kissed the top of Jian Yang's hair, pretending not to feel the few tears falling on his chest, as if he was pushing a sharp ball of ice into his chest.

"Even if you forget, I will help you remember. I will always love you and be with you."

——Even at the last moment, I will be with you.

Jian Yang raised his head from Fu Zheng's arms, his eyes were red, he looked at Fu Zheng's expression scrutinizingly, and curled his lips to forcefully reveal a faint smile of alienation.

"Even if tomorrow's me still doesn't know you?"

"It's okay," Fu Zheng kissed his eyes, "I will still fall in love with you tomorrow."

When—when—when—when—…

The wall clock on the wall of the living room and the clock tower outside the window ring the twelve bells belonging to the New Year.

Jian Yang nestled in Fu Zheng's arms, drowsy, and felt that the cheers of the crowd in the square were actually very close to him, and he couldn't help but feel a little hope for the New Year.

He yawned a little, and pulled Fu Zheng's finger, "Happy New Year, Fu Zheng."

"Happy New Year. I love you."

--Good night.

The author has something to say: Alzheimer's disease (AD), also known as senile dementia.But in fact, only those who develop after the age of 65 are called senile dementia.A small number of people with onset before the age of 65 have dementia praecox.At present, the youngest case of Alzheimer's that can be confirmed by clear data is 28 years old.

This is a very common, incurable disease that has no effective treatment so far.

——May everyone be healthy and happy.

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