I have a Secret

The silence in the living room lasted less than a minute before it was broken by Wei Shijin, who smiled happily, "Uncle, you lose your temper, and the way you swear is very sexy."

Song Min's ear was licked, he raised his arm, and bumped his elbow against Wei Shijin's jaw.

Wei Shijin was hit straight, the pain in his jaw made him manic, his demeanor and elegance were swept away in an instant, he stretched out his tongue to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, he didn't fight back, he used violence to control violence Instead, he crushed on the man's lips.

The fishy and sweet smell spread in Song Min's mouth. It was the blood in Wei Shijin's mouth. The smell was very strong. His brows were furrowed, and the inner wall of his mouth was violently scraped.

Wei Shijin half-closed his eyelids, pressed his thumb on the man's cheek, and he swallowed while kissing, both enjoying and erotic.

Song Min grabbed Wei Shijin's hair and pulled him back, forcing him to distance himself from him, "Mad dog."

Wei Shijin panted heavily, straightened his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and let out a laugh from his throat, "Yesterday I was called a dog, today I'm called a mad dog, uncle, next time I'll use another adjective, something fresher."

Song Min didn't let go of his hand holding Wei Shijin's hair, but pushed back, and the muscles on that arm stretched with a firm force.

Wei Shijin's scalp hurt, and a piece of skin was about to be pulled off by the man. He clasped the opponent's waist, and said with a cold smile, "Uncle, why is this move of yours like an instinctive reaction? Did you fight with someone before? Whoever hits you, you just fight back like this?"

Song Min's eyes flickered, and he turned his head away.

Wei Shijin took the man's instant changes into his eyes, and it seemed that he was right. He brought the man to his chest, and with a little force on his legs, he imprisoned the man between his legs, skipped that topic, and brought up the old things. It's not interesting, it's all dust, "If you don't go to the art exhibition, then just watch you."

Song Min thought that Wei Shijin would ask questions, but he didn't expect him to. After all, everyone has curiosity.

Wei Shijin pinched the man's face to make him face himself, "Do you know where I was attracted to you for the first time? It wasn't your flawless face, it was your eyes with hooks hidden inside."

Song Min lowered his eyelids, hook?Who said that?

Wei Shijin bit the tip of the man's nose and smiled happily, "Uncle, you have hooked me."

Song Min's breathing was stagnant, and he remembered that person. He pushed Wei Shijin onto the sofa, his eyes were fierce, and there were flames in his eyes. He hadn't lost his temper for many years. In other words, I have never done that in front of people, and this is the first time I have not controlled it.

Wei Shijin squinted his eyes behind the lens, feeling that he had become a scapegoat and suffered for others. He was still smiling, and put on a lazy posture of "I can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you want", "Just now, I used all my strength. Right, the uncle's breath is a little panting, which means that he has not exercised recently and is lazy, and it will be a matter of time before his eight-pack abs become one."

Song Min bent down to touch Wei Shijin's pocket, fumbled away his cigarette case and lighter, smoked a cigarette from inside skillfully, lit it to the side of his mouth, and blew a smoke ring into the air, with a clear vicissitudes on his face, There are also decadence and numbness after the injury, with no hope or expectation for life or the future.

"Wei Shijin, based on your own conditions and family background, most people give you choices. Why waste it on a middle-aged and elderly man in his 50s? If this news spreads, your family will lose face, and your relatives and friends will also lose face." I will look at you with strange eyes, thinking that you are mentally ill, no matter from which point of view, what you are doing now will cause you trouble."

Song Min used the smell of nicotine to calm himself down and stopped getting angry. He calmly reasoned with Wei Shijin, but it didn't make sense.

"Middle-aged and elderly people in their 50s? When you said this, you didn't believe it."

Wei Shijin put his arm on the back of the sofa, "Uncle, this is the first time you have talked to me so much since we met, but I am 26, not sixteen, let alone six, what you said is very important to me. It's nothing, life is impermanent, don't look at me talking to you now, maybe I will die on the way back today."

He crossed his long legs, and after a rare feeling, he smiled and said, "I like something, I want it, I want it for myself, what's wrong? No, it's very logical."

Song Min stopped smoking, and asked with a strange expression, "Do you like me?"

Wei Shijin looked hurt, "Uncle's question is really sad. If I don't like uncle, why bother?"

Song Min glanced at the young man's crotch, "What do you like?"

Wei Shijin leaned back frankly to show the man, and joked, "It is also a part of my body, and it is still a very important part, which is related to my whole life."

The corner of Song Min's mouth glanced contemptuously, very slightly.

Capturing the man's expression at that moment, Wei Shijin's breathing became heavy, and he felt that he was more attractive at this time, as if it should be like this, this is the real him, not a piece of rotten wood, "Uncle, I I know you have a secret, Huang Dan has it, and Chen Yue has it, about the three of you."

Song Min's pupils shrank slightly. He bowed his head in silence and smoked. He stretched out a hand and pinched the cigarette between his fingers. He heard the young man's laughter, "Everyone has secrets, and so do I. Uncle, don't be afraid."

"I have nothing to fear."

Wei Shijin's eyes were sharp, but his voice was very gentle, "Uncle, no one told you that when you lie, you blink your eyes several times?"

Song Min Chuifang's hand lightly stroked it, and it was almost impossible to check.

Remember the past?Wei Shijin took two puffs of his cigarette, and the tip of his tongue brushed over the man's saliva on the cigarette butt. He chuckled, "Looking at the way you smoke, you're an old smoker."

Song Min went to take a drink from the cup on the table. After drinking, he remembered that Wei Shijin drank it before. His Adam's apple rolled twice, and he took a few more sips to dilute the fishy-sweet taste in his mouth.

Wei Shijin flicked the cigarette ash, he walked over, put his chin on the man's shoulder, and blew into his neck, "Uncle, if you don't leave, you really can't catch up, there are surveillance cameras in the corridor, are you sure you want me to carry you downstairs?"

Song Min looked sideways.

Wei Shijin bit the cigarette butt with his teeth, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Huh?"

A few seconds later, Song Min turned around and went to the bedroom. When he came out, he had already changed out of his dark gray home clothes, and he was wearing a windbreaker and trousers, with a tall and straight figure.

Wei Shijin shook his head, wishing he hadn't cooperated earlier, he said casually, "Uncle, you don't have procrastination, do you?"

Song Min's eyelids twitched.

really?Wei Shijin's key turned around on his fingertips, why did he agree on several things in such a short time?He squinted his eyes, the man's shell wrapped around him was shattered, and it could be peeled off with just a few snaps, revealing the real side hidden inside.

"That's a coincidence. My lifestyle is designed to cure procrastination. You and I can cure it."

Song Min put on his leather shoes, and with a sullen face, he said coldly, "Your first priority is to cure rabies."

Wei Shijin shook his shoulders, "Uncle and I have become humorous, not bad."

Three minutes before nine o'clock, Wei Shijin showed the invitation letter and brought Song Min into the gallery.

When Song Min was doing tasks, he took over with different identities and lives. One of them was a young painter. When his inspiration was exhausted and he couldn’t paint, he locked himself in a hut and took drugs secretly. He still had no inspiration, and his body was ruined. In the end, he successfully rehabilitated drugs, changed his style of painting, attracted media attention, and had a huge response. He even wrote his own experience into a bestseller, gaining both fame and fortune.

The task at that time was to beat a good hand of cards, and then play the bad cards well to turn the tide. Now Song Min recalled that it was actually tossing, and people are alive, and they are often tossing.

If you want to live without any hassle, you are either going to lie down soon, or you are already lying down.

There is a dignified atmosphere in the gallery, no one is making loud noises, and no one is running around. The people who come here are all dignitaries and celebrities. Whether it is the influence of their good qualities or purely for the sake of face, their voices are not as loud as they are. The sound of footsteps was deliberately lowered, trying not to disturb others.

Issues such as brushwork and techniques are left to professional personnel to comment on. Most people come here just to look at the paintings and feel the artistic conception outlined by the masters with their brushes.

Wei Shijin saw Song Min standing in front of a painting, and he walked over to take a look. In the painting was a mountain stream, extremely narrow, slender and long, and the viewer was depressed, "Uncle like it?"

Song Min's words were full of appreciation, "The painting is very good."

Hearing this, Wei Shijin shifted his gaze to the side of the man's face, and he raised his eyebrows with interest, "Why, uncle knows how to draw?"

Song Min said lightly, "I'm getting older, and I usually have nothing to do. I just spend time by planting flowers, raising fish, and practicing calligraphy and painting with a brush."

Wei Shijin's facial muscles twitched, and the man became lifeless again. He thought of the goldfish in the jar, soaked in the water and slowly rotting away, "Don't talk about your age all day long, you can be old even if you are not old .”

Song Min's body is indeed in the prime of life, healthier than ordinary people, and the marks left by the years on his face are very faint, but his heart is old before he crosses to the parallel world, and he can't beat anymore. Forget what it feels like to have a racing heart.

Wei Shijin caught a glimpse of something by accident, and he suddenly dragged Song Min behind the pillar, "Shh."

Song Min asked with eyes.

Wei Shijin pushed up his glasses and whispered, "My sister."

He secretly observed the situation, and left after the talk yesterday, why did he appear here today?Could it be that they came here specifically to catch him?

Song Min said, "Your sister probably knows that you will bring me to the gallery, and the person she is rushing at is me."

Seeing that the man was still talking, Wei Shijin immediately covered his mouth with his palm.

The click of high heels came from a distance, paused for a second or two, and then went away.

Wei Shijin's tense back loosened, his sister only used one brand of perfume, and the smell faded, indicating that no one was nearby.

Song Min took his hand, "Are you afraid of your sister?"

Wei Shijin took off his glasses and stroked the hair on his forehead, "It's not that she's afraid, it's that she is annoying. Many of her ideas are different from mine. When there is no conflict, she can sit down, eat and chat. If there is a conflict, the conversation will collapse."

Song Min raised his eyebrows, "My dear sister?"

Wei Shijin nodded to him, "My dear."

Song Min came out from behind the pillar, Wei Shijin pulled him back again, "Wait a little longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Shijin's cell phone rang, and it was his sister who called him. He grabbed the man's wrist with one hand and the cell phone with the other, "Hello."

On the other end was a cold and capable female voice, "57 years old, with physical characteristics in his early thirties, I never thought that there would be such a person in the world. He is younger and more incredible than the one in the photo."

Wei Shijin's tone sank, "What do you want to do?"

"I can't do anything, and you'd better not do anything. Song Min's physical condition is weird and unscientific. The same is true of Chen Yue's lover. Shi Jin, my sister told you that the unknown represents danger."

Wei Shijin smiled and said, "Sis, when did you care about my private life so much? One year a young man came to my door, crying and shouting that I had touched him and asked me to be responsible for him, check the monitoring, and go to the hospital for an examination before paying me back." Innocent, don't you also watch it as a show?"

Song Min glanced at the smile on Wei Shijin's face, the city inside was very deep.

Wei Shijin hung up the phone, "My sister meant that you were an unknown creature and told me not to touch it."

Song Minxin said, your sister is right.

Wei Shijin put the phone back into his pocket, "After listening to that sentence, do you think she is worried about my little brother?"

Song Min asked back, "No?"

Wei Shijin smiled charmingly, "Of course not, she knows my temperament, the more she stops me, the more I insist."

He shrugged, "So my sister waits to see me screw things up, and it's better to go home crying and find my mother."

"..."

Song Min said, "I believe you are real siblings."

Someone came over, Wei Shijin turned his head and greeted him gracefully, his peripheral vision was on the man, keeping an eye on his whereabouts.

Song Ming didn't leave, and he didn't do anything else. He just looked at the paintings one by one. He came here, so he should feast his eyes.

It was almost time for dinner, and Wei Shijin took Song Min to the West Garden. The buildings there were quaint, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery was beautiful. It was suitable for vacationing with family, friends, colleagues, or lover.

Wei Shijin was an old acquaintance with the boss of Xiyuan. He greeted him in advance and took Song Min to the private room on the second floor.

Song Min stood on the promenade on the second floor and looked into the distance. The blue sky was like washing, and the mountains and rivers were beautiful. He closed his eyes and took a breath of air, which was very refreshing.

Wei Shijin saw the man's relaxation, he put his hand in his pocket, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, "I still can't tell in the morning."

Song Min didn't show any slap in the face.

Wei Shijin raised his lips, "People's lives are fast-paced nowadays, and coming to this kind of place can relieve pressure. As for you, uncle, there is no pressure to relieve. It's too empty. You have to stuff things into it."

Song Min withdrew his gaze from a distance, "What are you stuffing?"

"See what uncle wants."

Wei Shijin smiled gently at the man, "As far as I can see, what I stuffed is what uncle wants."

Song Min's profile tensed, "Pretending to be smart."

Wei Shijin rubbed the man's earlobe, and withdrew his hand before he could resist, "Uncle, I like you more and more."

Song Min is immune to those words.

To be precise, he doesn't believe that all promises, oaths, and sweet words are not firm. They are still solid one second, and they will collapse in the next second.

If there is one thing that Song Min can believe in, maybe it is only time.

All demons and ghosts can show their original form under the mirror of time, and time can also corrode the substances floating on the surface.

Song Min and Wei Shijin entered the private room, taking in all the surrounding scenery along the way, "This place is good."

"No, can I bring you here?"

Wei Shijin took the teapot and poured tea, "There is a peach grove in the south, and the flowers are all in bloom. Let's go for a walk after dinner."

Song Min said, "No."

Wei Shijin took off his glasses and put them aside, "Uncle, what kind of living habits do you have? You have to take a walk after meals to digest food. Looking at flowers and plants is good for your physical and mental health."

Song Min lowered his eyelids, crossed his fingers and put them on his abdomen. He stopped talking and showed no expression, like a statue, a work of art.

Wei Shijin leaned his upper body forward, leaning his arms on the table to look at the man, his eyes fell on the wound on his face, bitten yesterday, leaving a small mark, which will take two or three days to disappear.

"Uncle, you still owe me a glass of wine, shouldn't you pay it back today?"

Song Minhou leaned back in the chair, "Why are you holding on to this matter?"

Wei Shijin said ambiguously and romantically, "Because this is my first appointment with uncle."

Tall, handsome face, eyes like peach blossoms, smiles but not smiles, eyes full of affection, young and promising, amazing social status, prominent family background, son of an official family, these words are concentrated on one person, he is the so-called proud son of heaven.

If someone else sits here instead of Song Min, I can't help but be moved.

The waiter came in with the dishes, plate after plate, and it was filled up quickly, as well as a jug of wine.

Wei Shijin pointed to the blue and white porcelain plate in the middle, "Steamed perch, Xiyuan's signature dish, this plate is made by my friend himself, how about the taste?"

Song Min put a shrimp in his mouth with chopsticks, slurring his words, "I don't eat fish."

Wei Shijin asked with a fresh face, "Don't eat fish? Are you allergic?"

Song Min said, "I'm afraid of fishbone."

Wei Shijin, "..." Perch itself has very few spines.

To be on the safe side, he grabbed a piece of fish belly and handed it to the man's mouth, "This one has no thorns."

Song Min picked up chopsticks of sliced ​​fungus meat and put it in a small bowl, "Eat it yourself."

Wei Shijin kept the feeding action unchanged, "If you come to Xiyuan and don't eat this dish, it's like you didn't come. You have a taste."

Song Min was impatient, "I said, you yourself..."

Wei Shijin withdrew from the man's mouth, and licked his lips, "Does it taste good?"

Song Min pulled a thorn out of his mouth with his hand, "What is this?"

There was surprise in Wei Shijin's eyes, that place was a fish belly, and logically there would be no small thorns, embarrassment flashed across his face, and he coughed and said, "It's not a thorn."

Song Min sent it in front of him, "Then show me what you eat."

Wei Shijin threw it on the table, "There is a table of dishes here, I want to save my stomach and not eat anything else."

Song Min bowed his head to eat the food and ignored him.

Wei Shijin poked a piece of white meat under the fish's eyes with his chopsticks, "I can assure you, this one definitely has no thorns."

Song Min knew there would be none. He used to only eat the fish there, and there was a piece on each side called crescent moon meat.

Wei Shijin poured a glass of wine and put it in front of the man's table. He picked up his own glass of wine, "Uncle, have a drink with me."

Song Min asked what kind of wine Wei Shijin was, and he said it was a good wine, which was equivalent to saying nothing.

After taking a sip of wine, Song Min's face was covered with heat and turned red.

Wei Shijin's wine glass bottomed out, and he filled it up again, "According to my observations, people who are good at drinking can basically drink it, and those who are not good at drinking can't drink it."

Song Min's calf under the table was rubbed, and he kicked it.

Wei Shijin suffered from pain, and a blue vein popped out of his forehead. He drank like plain water, and he didn't forget to pinch fish for the man.

Song Min thought that Wei Shijin would definitely get down after drinking so much, but to his surprise, he was like a normal person.

The temperature in the afternoon was just right, so Song Min and Wei Shijin went fishing by the lake.

Wei Shijin caught two grandsons, but he thought they were too small and put them back into the lake, not enough to fit between his teeth.

Song Min caught a bucket.

Wei Shijin was quite unconvinced, "Your bait is the same as mine."

Song Min said, "There is no difference between bait, hook and rod, and people are different."

Wei Shijin was devastated, he pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly, "Uncle, you are good at hurting people."

Song Min took the fishing rod and got the fish off the hook.

Wei Shijin caught them and put them in his own bucket, and he also caught three or four big ones in Song Min's bucket, without blushing and heartbeat, "Uncle, eat the fish you caught at night, and take the rest with you, or stay in the west. garden?"

Song Min said, "I don't bring it."

It is troublesome to burn it when I go back, and I don’t bother to burn it alone.

Wei Shijin washed his hands in the bucket, "Let's stay in the West Garden, and let my friend cook some more dishes for you when you come back next time."

Some people will set out rules and regulations when doing things, plan first, and then implement them one by one without disrupting them, and follow the order. Huang Dan is that kind of person, and so is Wei Shijin.

Wei Shijin made the same arrangement. At night, he took Song Min to a hot spring, "Uncle, I'm only free today this month, and I won't be so free in the future."

Song Min's back sank, and a bear lay on his back.

Wei Shijin was taller, so he just bent over and walked forward on the man's back, "If you miss me, call me, I will visit you, or you can come to me by yourself."

"Don't say it's impossible, uncle, you can't say it dead, you miss me, you miss me, each account for 50.00%."

Song Min turned his elbow back with great force.

Wei Shijin turned sideways to avoid it. He was careless in the morning, and his jaw was beaten, and it is still bruised.

"If you don't move, come to me, like a cat, I can't even call you uncle, I have to call you big brother."

Song Min pulled the young man away from his back, he was about to speak, but he yawned and was sleepy.

Wei Shijin frowned, "You haven't taken sleeping pills, have you?"

Song Min didn't bring it, and his tiredness appeared between his brows and eyes, and he couldn't hide it.

Wei Shijin put his arms around his neck, "Before you were free, find something to do for yourself, why do you need to eat that stuff."

Song Min did not refute.

Wei Shijin bit a piece of flesh in the man's neck and sucked it, and was beaten as expected.

What Song Min and Wei Shijin went to was not a public hot spring pool, but an independent room, which was well done in terms of privacy, suitable for young couples and couples.

Song Min stepped into the hot spring pool, and the fiery gaze from behind pierced into the cracks in his bones.

Wei Shijin's eyes wandered recklessly on the man. His complexion was healthy, his muscles were defined, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and the line from his hips to his legs was very attractive. He wanted to pull that piece of fabric off.

Apart from others, such a body is enough to make people unable to take their eyes off.

Wei Shijin's gaze was deep, and his voice was full of lust, "Uncle, I think you're hard-pressed."

Song Min sat in the pool and poured water on his chest. He exhaled, "How many times a day do you get hard."

Wei Shijin squatted by the edge of the pool, he took his glasses, the desire in his eyes was strong, "It's not that uncle is attractive."

Song Min closed his eyes and heard the young man's laughter, "Uncle, you are quite courageous, knowing that I want you, you can still soak in the water so calmly."

Wei Shijin waited for the man to say "If you think you want it, you can get it", he didn't expect that he was not fooled, he was very smart.

Song Min is sleepy and his brain is slow to respond, besides, he is also open-minded, so if he comes, he will be at ease.

The water in the pool is soft, and it will be very comfortable when you cling to it. Song Min hasn't had such a fulfilling day in a long time. He leaned against the stone wall, his eyelids gradually sank.

When Wei Shijin answered the phone, the man fell asleep.