My language is the anchor

After returning home, Zhao Xicheng smoked two cigarettes in front of the floor-to-ceiling window before he calmed down and found that his emotions were out of control.There was confusion in my mind, and there was no conclusion. It didn't matter that he was not a Hanwu speaker.

"Who will lock me up with..."

He clicked his tongue and twitched his hair impatiently.

The phone was shining brightly, it was Bai Ningxia, he didn't answer it, and chose to go into the bathroom to freshen up.Now he can't calmly date Bai Ningxia, go to bed or talk about an undisclosed secret relationship, he only has one thing in his mind.

Are they dating?

After taking a shower indiscriminately, he wrapped a bath towel and walked to the study room. He sat in front of the computer desk and leaned on the back of the chair irritably.

The more you don't care about some things, the more they will appear before your eyes.

He picked up a few photos by chance, many of which were broadcast in Korean with a crying nose. After looking at one after another, he stopped at a half-length photo of Hanwu lying on the ground and laughing happily.He drew the photo with his fingers, swallowed a mouthful, put the photo on his forehead, and closed his eyes.

This is a picture of him half-straddling him, standing up, and picking up the camera to take a photo. The Korean language in the photo is as shy as now, but the laughter is loud, and it seems that he can still hear his shy confession in his ears.

Such Korean language.

This kind of Hanwu language is the Hanwu language that is calm and fearless after interacting with people.

"Please...don't..."

With her eyes closed tightly, she ignored Bai Ningxia's call on her phone again.

***

A heavy rain disrupted the footsteps of pedestrians on the road. Han Wuyu and Zhang Pinwei ran into a nearby department store to hide from the rain with their cameras in their hands. Their hair was still dripping with water. The two found a corner, but anxiously took out their cameras and dried them carefully. Worried that the camera was getting wet, the two thought about it and went into Zhang Pinwei's hut to dispose of the camera.

"...you idiot, raise it like a child."

Han Wuyu looked angrily at the person beside him holding the camera, and protested softly: "You are also stupid, holding the child so tightly."

Zhang Pinwei almost said, "How old is your child?"

Han Wuyu froze for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"Four years old." Hearing Zhang Pinwei's reply, he had to call him brother, and his camera was only three years old.Follow up with a few words.

He doesn't dislike Zhang Pinwei's frivolity and casualness. Such Zhang Pinwei can always take him to understand different worlds and see different angles.In contrast, his introversion could not give Zhang Pinwei any broad vision.

The two bought a small umbrella and quickly ran to the small room. As soon as the door was opened, the two immediately opened the camera bag and looked at their child anxiously. They stopped concentrating and looked at each other until Han Wuyu sneezed. smile at each other.

"Silly dad, do you want to change?" Zhang Pinwei got up, entered the room and threw a bath towel, and casually said that it should be changed, so as not to catch a cold, he didn't want to take care of him.

Han Wuyu watched his series of movements, taking the bath towel, taking the underwear, and now putting hot water for himself to take a bath, and pushing himself into the bathroom.

"What about you? Don't you want to change?" He opened the bathroom door a little.

Zhang Pinwei looked at him, took off his shirt, and leaned against the door: "Waiting for you, sir! There is only one bathroom. Or do you want to go together..."

Han Wuyu blushed and closed the door: "I'll be fine soon."

Zhang Pinwei smiled unhappily outside the door. After putting on dry clothes, he looked at the equipment on the ground. The two people's cameras and lenses were placed together, which inexplicably moved his heart.

The relationship between a man and a man is often lust first, but how long can the relationship of passion last, and the company you want is like these two cameras. There are also stories in the book, just leaning together when you are tired.

"I didn't expect that I also have girlish feelings." I smiled to myself angrily.

He made a pot of coffee, took a sip, and poured a cup for him when he heard Han Wu speak.

"Have a cup of hot coffee, it's me." She glanced at him.

Han Wuyu nodded, brushed his hair casually, took coffee and sat on the bar stool by the kitchen, wearing Zhang Pinwei's home clothes, a simple cotton white long-sleeved round neck T, cotton and linen trousers, and a slim figure Tall, dressed like a model, with a skinny charm.

He got up and wandered around the hut, saw two cameras put together, picked up his phone and took a picture.

"You two have such a good relationship..." I don't know what to think, and my face turns pink.

He found an empty seat and sat down, picked up a book, looked at it for a while, glanced at the photo album of the annual photography award on the shelf beside him, stretched his arm to hook the album, couldn't hook it, and was too lazy to get up, stretched his hand again.

The black figure behind approached, picked up the photo album with his own hand, a few drops of water fell on his forehead, he raised his head and smiled shyly.

"You finished washing..."

Zhang Pinwei lowered his head, looked at his dumbfounded face, looked down along the tip of his nose, chin, and collarbone, felt his mouth was dry, and his Adam's apple gurgled along the way.He really felt that it was a wrong decision to let Han Wuyu wear his clothes.

"……Are you hungry?"

Han Wuyu wiped the drops of water on his forehead with a towel stupidly, and still raised his head: "I just checked the refrigerator... there is nothing to cook..."

"You still want to cook? Can you cook?"

Han Wuyu raised his head, nodded, and stretched his fingers a little distance: "It's a little worse than you."

Zhang Pinwei's drops of water dripped on his forehead again. Seeing Han Wuyu raised his head, he foolishly reached out to wipe the water again. He licked his lips, turned his head to put his lips on his lips, and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. With the sound of his heart beating loudly, he closed his eyes and waited for himself to be pushed away.Without the expected struggle, he slowly opened his eyelids, his lips were only one centimeter away from his, and squatted aside to look at him.

"Stupid?" said it, annoyed.

That's not what he wanted to say.

Han Wuyu nodded honestly, his face flushed with a bang: "You...you kiss again?"

Zhang Pinwei suddenly felt like a junior high school student confessing for the first time, scratching his head.

"I don't like women." What the hell are you talking about!

I scolded myself an idiot in my heart.

Han Wuyu nodded in a daze, inexplicably shy.

Zhang Pinwei squatted in front of him, turned his face away, his ears and face were completely red.

"...Camera... just like those two cameras are close together, ah! No! What am I talking about!" He scratched his head irritably.

After listening to Han Wuyu, his eyes showed a look of surprise, he shivered slightly, took out his phone shyly, and swipe on the photo.

"Does this... mean?"

In the photo is their camera, the boot screen is stopped at the focused expression of the two secretly taking pictures for each other, the focus is on the camera, the background behind them is fine-tuned and blurred, and the photo reveals an ambiguous emotion and story.

Zhang Pinwei looked at the photo, looked at him shyly, and hooked his head with one hand.

"Yes. You really..." Understood.

The words he hadn't finished were held by each other's lips, and the clumsy response of the licking little tongue made him unbearable to ravage his soft lips again, reaching out to caress his ears and side cheeks, with his thumb on his Sliding the face of the powder puff, she found that he was trembling slightly, and kissed him slowly to let him breathe, but when she saw him taking a big breath, she licked his lips again.

"Wait...wait a minute..." Putting his hands together, panting.

Zhang Pinwei turned his face, and stopped by his lips. At some point, he was already half lying on top of him, his lower body was obviously swollen with desire, he coughed, bowed his head and took a step back.

After all, he was the one who forced the kiss domineeringly, and planned to be rejected in his heart.

Han Wuyu blushed: "You kiss slowly, I can't keep up with..."

Zhang Pinwei looked at him trembling, his ears turned red from embarrassment: "That's it?"

He watched him nod, curled the corners of his mouth, put his arms around him, kissed his forehead, followed his ear to the back of his ear, licked his tongue around, looked at him nervously, lowered his head and kissed his lips again .

"Open your mouth..."

Han Wuyu blinked his eyes and opened his mouth obediently. He was fascinated by the warm and soft touch on his lips. There was a burst of warmth from the palms that stretched into his clothes and painted his neck and back. He glanced at Zhang Pinwei. Zhang Pinwei is very proficient in these things, when he was able to handle them with ease, he found that his hands were trembling.

He knew the trembling feeling.

It was a kind of cherishing tension, not rejection, not fear, just cherishing too much.

Zhang Pinwei exhaled on his neck, and pulled some distance away, his lower body was swollen and aching, but he wanted to cherish Hanwu language, and he planned to calm himself down.

"Go on... Huh..." He caught a glimpse of Han Wuyu shyly crossing his legs, and he looked down at his lower body.

He reached out to touch his leg, and Han Wuyu pressed against his shoulder, and he approached Han Wuyu again, kissing his lips lightly.

"I'll just use my hands..." Without waiting for his response, he reached out and slid his hand into his pants, rubbing Hanwu's desire through the underwear.

Han Wu said ah, covered his mouth with one hand, he didn't know what to do jerky, his lower body was caressed by warm palms, kissed his lips, licked his own lips, along his neck, licked his breasts through his coat, He looked at Zhang Pinwei embarrassingly, and saw that his forehead was sweating, and his lower body was pressed against his leg, holding back his desire.He reached out and imitated his desire through his pants.

Zhang Pinwei was taken aback, with a seductive smile on the corner of his mouth, pulled down the trousers of the two, took his hand and touched his erect lower body.

Without too many words, lust lures them closer to each other, the desire to be close transmits each other's body temperature, and the whiteness of their hands makes them both a little shy after looking at each other.

After the two of them washed and washed, no one said the word "communication", but the atmosphere became sweet and ambiguous. Even a simple thing like sitting on the ground and reading a book became a kind of sweetness.

Han Wuyu dozed off on the pillow, leaning his head on Zhang Pinwei's shoulder little by little. Zhang Pinwei rubbed his head with his hands, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, and picked up the phone to take a picture of him from his angle.

such an angle.

"Lover's point of view?" After speaking, he coughed shyly.

Whispering again that he has a romantic girlish heart, the weight on his shoulders made him giggle again.

I don't hate such a girlish heart.

He bowed his head and stole another kiss.