My language is the anchor

It would be a lie to say that he did not expect Zhang Pinwei to beat him.

Zhao Xicheng just didn't expect that at such a moment when he turned his body, what he couldn't accept the most was that Zhang Pinwei beat him up for Han Wuyu.

Why!

He leaned against the wooden door of the bathroom and licked the corner of his broken mouth with his tongue painfully.

Why.

He leaned his head against the door, gasping not angrily, but choked with frustration.

why...

In fact, why, he himself knows very well.

Zhang Pinwei generously admitted that Hanwu language is his, and Zhang Pinwei knew everything about Hanwu language.

"Oh shit……"

He walked back to the dining table, and the three people in front of him stared blankly at the broken skin at the corner of his mouth. For a while, no one asked a question.

Bai Ningxia took a sip of tea: "Have you quarreled?" She opened her mouth first.

Zhao Xicheng hummed.

Xiaoping looked at his face: "The anchor has put on thick makeup."

Yin Ruijun also followed Circus: "With the lighting, it should be covered."

Zhao Xicheng exhaled, "Thank you."

The atmosphere couldn't heat up, and the air of embarrassment flowed. Xiaoping and Yin Ruijun looked at each other, and neither of them knew how to resolve the embarrassment.

Zhao Xicheng stood up and smiled politely at them.

"I'll go back first. I'm sorry about today's matter. Take your time." He picked up his bag and walked out of the alley without looking back.

Without going home, he bent into the park, habitually turned the cigarette case beside the chimney, took out a cigarette, and saw a familiar figure when he looked up.

"I've never seen Pinwei so angry."

Zhao Xicheng hummed, pursed his lips, and put the cigarette back into the box: "Walk with me."

He and Bai Ningxia walked side by side on the path in the park. The air was particularly clear after the rain, and both of them exhaled the cold white mist of winter.

"I think I really like him, that's why... At that time, I kissed him impulsively at my own home without looking at the place, but my dad saw it that day." Zhao Xicheng looked ahead, as if he was also She didn't intend to say who he was, but felt that Bai Ningxia paused beside her, and still recalled to herself: "My parents didn't say anything that night, they just cried all night."

He exhaled another mouthful of white mist, these memories were a long time ago for him, but they were as vivid as yesterday.

"After me and him, there is only ambiguity. You can see pure emotion in his eyes, but I just want to escape."

Bai Ningxia put her hands in her trouser pockets, walked with her head down, stepping on the puddles.

Zhao Xicheng twirled the cigarette case: "On Valentine's Day, he gave me this cigarette case." He stopped, looked at his back after two steps forward, and said, "The better he treats me, the more afraid I am, the more I wanted to escape, but I still stayed by his side.”

Bai Ningxia clenched her fists: "Stop talking."

Zhao Xicheng didn't stop: "Later he said he would leave me, I was taken aback. I was really taken aback." His eyes fell on the cigarette case: "Do you know? He said he would." His voice choked up.

A kind of saying that fulfills one's cowardice, a kind of determination to quit forever, irreversible.

"Realizing that I can't live without him, I ran back to keep him..."

Bai Ningxia grabbed his collar: "Shut up."

Zhao Xicheng's eyes turned red, not crying, but a touch of vulnerability: "I don't want to tell him I'm sorry, I just want to tell him that I want to change, I will change, maybe I'm changing, please...please wait for me... "

Bai Ningxia clenched her hands tremblingly, her eyes turned red with excitement, and she was speechless.

These words were what he said last night.

Zhao Xicheng looked at him and met his gaze, with a long-lasting understanding in his eyes: "Ningxia. We are really alike."

Bai Ningxia turned her head away.

Zhao Xicheng grabbed his hand and pulled it apart with one finger: "We... part..." Break up.

"I do not want."

"Ningxia. Let's break up."

"I said no! I will wait for you. Huh? I will wait!"

Zhao Xicheng let go of his hand, turned around slowly, and walked on the way home.

They really are alike, love alike.

Bai Ningxia choked up and shouted: "I...I'll catch up with you now, can't I?" Seeing him stop, he cried again: "You didn't get back then, it doesn't mean I can't get back now! "

His voice was hoarse and trembling, and his fear could be heard clearly.

"So what if you love him!"

He looked at Zhao Xicheng's back, shouted again, and let out a sob.

"I love you!"

Zhao Xicheng bowed his head, his trembling shoulders showed his forbearance.

They are too similar, too familiar, he loves him, but he loves him, and in the end they just hurt each other, since this is the case, what right does he have to let him wait for him.

Started off without looking back.

***

Zhang Pinwei was lying on the sofa, looking at the back in the kitchen, his face buried in the pillow again.The two of them were silent all the way just now. He knew that he had a bad complexion, and with his Hanwu language personality, he wouldn't ask too many questions.

"Eat noodle."

"Third Master." Although it was a bit late, he wanted to ask.

"how?"

"Aren't you in pain?"

"Huh? It's much better...I don't feel any pain now."

Zhang Pinwei was taken aback and looked up to find Han Wuyu's shy face, only then remembered what happened last night.He supported his head, suddenly felt angry and funny, and reached out to lift his bangs in front of his forehead.

"You were brought home by me again today." The corners of his mouth curled up, and he said it in a serious way.

Han Wuyu choked on a mouthful of noodles, and a blush exploded from his face: "You you you you...excessive indulgence!"

Zhang Pinwei half got up and kissed his face, still very unwilling.

"It's okay. Your Master Zhang is young and strong, and he is strong enough to handle you." Sliding off the sofa, sitting side by side with him, he picked up a noodle bowl and took a bite: "Eat more too. You will gain strength later."

Han Wuyu blushed, biting the noodles and didn't know whether he should eat or keep reserved. Looking at Zhang Pinwei, there was no usual banter at the end of his eyes, and there was a bit of thoughtful melancholy.

"Okay. Let's see how you deal with me!" Zhang Pinwei should have smiled in response.

Zhang Pinwei burst out laughing, took a mouthful of noodles, took a tissue and lay down on the carpet and laughed loudly: "Third Master, hahaha...you are so dirty! Dirty!"

He stretched out his arm, hooked Han Wuyu, put his arms around him and lay on his body, and laughed for a while, until after the laughter, he kissed the top of his hair and pursed his lips.

"I beat him."

Han Wuyu half stood up in surprise, and lay on top of him: "Beat him? Why? About the location?"

Zhang Pinwei looked at him, touched his face, and rubbed his cheeks and lips with his thumb.

"Because of the cigarette case." Looking at the surprised eyes, his heart trembled.

Han Wuyu, whom he loves, used to be sad for others, but now he sees that so-called other person every day, but he still respects him and accepts guidance humbly.He understands Han Wuyu's inferiority complex and unrecognized love affairs, which made him understand how to communicate, and made him wonder whether he should admit that the other person is Zhao Xicheng.

Because it is too wronged to say it out, but I feel guilty for concealing it.

To himself who knew this, he felt a damned bastard again, and beat Zhao Xicheng impulsively.

Han Wuyu was stunned for a while, then hummed.

Zhang Pinwei was a little annoyed, his hands ran along his short hair, slid across his neckline, stroked his back, stroked back and forth, enjoying the warmth from his body.With one punch, Han Wuyu's grievances were uncovered, and he didn't even leave any self-esteem that he wanted to hide.

"right……"

"Originally, I should beat your third master myself, this morning." Slightly choked up.

"what?"

"But my back hurts." Mingming wanted to say it as a joke, but he still choked up.

Zhang Pinwei looked down at him, except for the top of his hair, he could see the roots of his ears that were rosy.

"I'm sorry." He hugged him tightly, impulsively.

"It doesn't hurt now."

Zhang Pinwei laughed out loud, stroked his hair, and it was another chicken-to-duck conversation.He said a few words as usual.

"...I thought that when we get old, we might sit in front of an old house, talk to chickens and ducks but still talk to each other."

"Chickens talk to ducks?"

"Um."

Han Wuyu paused for a while, took his right hand, and kissed him: "Aren't you in pain?"

Zhang Pinwei watched him stand up, saw the teasing at the end of his eyes, laughed out loud, raised his head and bit his lip.

"I'm much better now." He smiled and licked his lips, rolled over and pressed him under him, licking his lips: "Really?"

Really no pain?

There is a tacit understanding in asking, but I deliberately asked unclearly.

There was a smile in Han Wuyu's eyes. It wasn't that he didn't understand, it was just that he realized it later and missed the meaning of Zhang Pinwei's question.Listening to him talking about chicken and duck, I understood what he meant by sorry, and I also understood Zhang Pinwei's feeling when he asked me if it hurts.

"real."

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Zhang Pinwei followed his chin, licked and bit his neck, and pulled up the shirt tucked into his trousers, but was stopped by Han Wuyu.

"wait wait wait……"

Zhang Pinwei smiled and bit his chest through his shirt: "What are you waiting for?"

Han Wu said ah, covering his face shyly: "You, you, what are you..."

Zhang Pinwei bullied him with half of his body: "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" There was a playful look on the corner of his mouth, seeing Han Wuyu's sulky smile, he knew he could continue.

Pulling down his pants, he licked his lower abdomen, and after turning his tongue around, his nose was full of bath aroma. When he sucked Han Wuyu's lower body through his underwear, he heard his gasp, and sucked deeply again.

"Wait a minute..."

Zhang Pinwei swallowed his desire and licked the tip before letting him go.

Han Wuyu blushed, reached out to touch his lower body, he turned over and pressed Zhang Pinwei.

"I'll..." He imitated him to pull open his pants, licked his tongue jerky through the panties, finally pulled down his panties, held his lower body with both hands, learned how to lick him clumsily, look Looking at his swollen lower body, he opened his mouth and closed it.

Zhang Pinwei groaned: "Third Lord..."

Han Wuyu heard him call Sanye, his heart beat faster, his face was blushing, and his lips were swallowing his swollen desire.

Zhang Pinwei stroked his face, told him to back away, got up and let him turn his back, squeezed his lower body covered with lubricant into his legs, let him clamp it tightly, and held his lower body forward.

"Third Master... This way you won't be in pain..."

Han Wuyu didn't have time to react, he only saw Zhang Pinwei's lower body twitching between his legs, rubbing his lower body and the inside of his legs, he couldn't restrain his moaning emotionally, but felt shy, and covered his voice with his hands again.

"Third Lord..."

Han Wuyu twisted his waist unconsciously again, swinging with the rhythm of movement, he turned his head to look at Zhang Pinwei, and held the hand on his waist with one hand.

"Master Zhang... I... don't hurt..." Such words are an invitation, but it is because he is a man that he understands Zhang Pinwei's desire to endure for himself.

With a click of his tongue, Zhang Pinwei turned him over, kissed him domineeringly, bit his lower lip, slid his palm over the inside of his left leg, pulled his leg apart, and held each other's desire again with one hand.

"Master Zhang..." Han Wuyu wrapped his arms around his neck, he couldn't say the words to let him into his body, he could only wrap around him.

Zhang Pinwei caressed his legs around his waist with both hands, licked his ears, and slid his fingers between his buttocks. Seeing his frown, he resisted his strong desire and gently kissed his forehead.

"Third Lord."

Han Wuyu's eyes were misty, his face was flushed red, and the fingers behind his back were only at the mouth of the acupuncture point, sliding along the lubricant to his front body, rubbing his own desire, while Zhang Pinwei's swollen lower body was against his lower abdomen, without any further movement .He looked at Zhang Pinwei's forehead against his own, whispering on his lips, his eyes gradually turned red.

"Not counting..."

"Third Master...how can it be counted..."

Han Wuyu hummed with a choked voice, blinking with drops of water on his eyelashes: "What you say at a time like this... doesn't count..." He leaned his head and kissed him.

Zhang Pinwei rubbed the hands of desire faster, the licking and kissing became wild, and after the hands were covered with each other's turbidity, they leaned towards him.

"I love you."