Chu Yang Su Yu

Han Su knew long ago that he would not go to college, or even high school.People from a family like him have a clear path in life. They can mix in middle school, technical school, and life after technical school.

The eldest son of the next-door neighbor has worked in a furniture factory for two years. He lives and boards in the factory and pays 2000 yuan to the family every month.He was the only one who was still studying. He was in a poor high school, and he was admitted to a key class.

These words have been heard countless times since he graduated from junior high school during the summer vacation. To be precise, he has heard them countless times since he was sensible.

He has a pair of amazing parents. The field he is best at in his life is the poker table, and what he is least good at is probably working hard and making money.

Growing up in the quagmire, he still has to get out of the mud without being stained. Han Su doesn't have such a lofty ambition. It is hard enough not to be swallowed by the quagmire, or to become a part of the quagmire.

One month after the battle between heaven and man at home, he entered No. [-] Middle School. He was surrounded by a group of students who were pure and hard-working. He occasionally climbed over the wall and went out to Internet cafes all night.

In the first Chinese class in the morning, Lao Yu spoke passionately on stage, while Han Su slept dimly below.When he was slapped awake by the front desk, he was very angry, and sat up with a dark face, facing Lao Yu who was also dark.

"You stayed up all night."

Han Su straightened his back and dared not speak.

"Your name shouldn't be Han Su, it should be Han Suxiu, a place to sleep all night."

The audience burst into laughter.

Old Yu continued slowly, "Or say the fourth sound, the place of XingXiu xiu."

Han Su was unmoved by the laughter.

Lao Yu's patience finally ran out, and he waved his hand, "Stand back, I'll see if you can fall asleep standing up, Brother Su."

Later, this nickname was widely circulated by the students in the third class, and even Lei Peng came to gossip, "Why does your class call you Brother Su, which Su?"

Han Su threw his coat aside, "The rotten wood is indestructible."

A sapling without a future is a dead wood no matter how long it grows.

Who knew that the dead wood would meet the sun one day, warmly put a smiling face beside it, no matter how hard the heart was, it would melt into a bend of spring water, wishing to run after the light.

But good times don't last long, good dreams are hard to come true, and good flowers are hard to bloom.

Ye Chuyang walked into Han Su's heart ignorantly, and resisted being made public.It just so happened that the family was in a mess, my mother was diagnosed with diabetes, my stepfather was furious and said there was no money for treatment, and my mother cried and threatened to jump off the building.

Han Su's incomplete emotional system completely collapsed.

That day he smashed the only valuable TV set at home, two windows, a mobile phone, and a dying chair. With his mother crying, he carried his bag and stepped on the train with red eyes.

He was still young at that time, thinking that rotten wood is rotten wood after all, that everything experienced at that time is everything, that people can only accept their fate in the end, that diabetes will bring down an already crumbling family, and even thought, extremely stupidly, that letting go is Perfection and virtue.

Then it took him a full ten years to embrace the sunshine again.

While lamenting the cruelty of time, Han Su was grateful for the mercy of Time, allowing him to hold Ye Chuyang in his arms after ten years and kiss his trembling eyelashes and lips.

Ye Chuyang had his marks on his body, which were deliberately sucked out and pinched vigorously, and the spots were all over the delicate and smooth skin, which was a metaphor for the strong spring spirit.

It reminded him of many details.

When being pressed under him, Ye Chuyang looked at him with confused eyes, and called in a low voice, "Han Su." The voice was as soft as a milk cat.

Ye Chuyang's slender fingers grabbed his upper arm, frowning with a patient expression, shyly turning his head away from him, and humming and asking for a kiss the next second.

Ye Chuyang's voice was nice, but Han Su didn't expect it to be so nice. He whispered intermittently, softly, pinching his most tense nerve.

Later Ye Chuyang fell asleep, still holding his arm in a daze and refused to let go, rubbing his face sideways and muttering, "Han Su."

It is the appearance of really relying on and missing him.

Han Su's heart was completely soft.

When the phone rang for the third time, Han Su frowned and answered, "What's the matter?"

Xue An, who was only inquiring about gossip, was stunned, "What are you doing, so angry so early in the morning?"

The person in his arms moved twice when he heard the sound, Han Su stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, turned his head and lowered his voice, "What's the matter?"

"Fuck, why are you sneaking around!"

Han Su didn't want to talk nonsense with him, "Sleep, hang up."

"It's 11:30 and you're not ready to get up..."

The phone was hung up mercilessly.

Xue An slumped on the sofa and stared blankly, then sat up straight suddenly, startled by what he made up in his brain, and quickly opened the address book to make a call.

The phone rang for a few seconds, and a familiar low-pitched voice came through the receiver, "Are you sick?"

Xue An immediately hung up the phone, and the words "Ye Chuyang" quickly disappeared from the screen.He got up and stomped back and forth in front of the TV, shaking his head with his mobile phone, trying to get rid of a carload of yellow waste, opened WeChat while walking, and sent Han Su a series of "fuck me?" and "absolutely" emoticons.

Of course, Han Su didn't return.

Han Su didn't have time to take care of his teasing, because the baby in his arms woke up, wrinkled his face, pouted his mouth, and got up angry.

After Han Su kissed him several times, Ye Chuyang woke up from his ignorance and realized his current situation.He was only wearing a pair of underwear, and was held in his arms from behind by Han Su who was the same sex, with one leg pressed on his body, and he vaguely felt that he was being pressed against his back.

Ye Chuyang blushed immediately.

Han Su pinched his fingers, his chest pressed against his back, "Are you hungry?"

Ye Chuyang didn't dare to move, and nodded stiffly.

"There's nothing to eat at home, go out to eat, and go shopping by the way."

"Ah."

Han Su raised his head and kissed his reddened ear tips and the side of his neck, and said deliberately, "Why is your face so red?"

Ye Chuyang shrank his neck sensitively and hid, and refused in a low voice, "Don't kiss there."

Han Su fished him back with a low smile, straightened his back against him, his eyes darkened, "I don't want to eat anymore, I want to eat you."

Ye Chuyang's face turned even redder, and Han Su pressed her into a watery kiss.Panting heavily, Han Su let him get off the bed, "I can't stand kissing anymore, let's eat first."

Ye Chuyang twitched and buried his head, his voice was very low, "You can eat me first."

Han Su paused, and threw away the pants that had just worn down to his knees. He threw off the quilt and pressed them up, biting his earlobe, "Seduce me, aren't you?"

It was already 01:30 when they went out.

Ye Chuyang didn't feel much other than the weakness in his legs and the discomfort in his back.Just now, Han Su cared about him for the first time, afraid of hurting him, and asked him to help himself with his hands.

Han Su leaned his back against the wall and looked at him with half-closed eyes. Ye Chuyang blushed and felt his heart beat from his lustful eyes, so he could only stare down at his hands.

Warm water flowed down from the top of their heads and flowed into their kissing mouths. Han Su wiped his face, and helped him wipe his bangs. With his forehead resting on his shoulder, he said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, baby."

Ye Chuyang turned his face away, pleased by this shameful title.Han Su helped him dry his hair, and rewarded him with a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "The baby is so good."

It's like coaxing kindergarten children.

Ye Chuyang suddenly remembered the stalks of the children in the top class, his brain twitched, and he said stiffly, "I'm not a baby."

Han Su turned on the hair dryer slowly, and said seriously before turning it on to the maximum speed, "You are."

My most precious thing, the thing I want to cherish the most all my life, my baby.

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