Nagasaki, Nagasaki

Sex' organ, anus, and then inserted.

The pen is thin, but smooth, so even if it's not lubricated, it won't hurt him.

He is very sensitive, and the body has also been a habit that I have developed.As the tip of the pen moved deeper and deeper, the body of the pen gradually became moist "by itself". He got used to it and began to cater to it.

Her breathing became heavy, she sweated a little, the ends of her short hair were already stuck to her transparent skin, her face was flushed like a bright fruit, which was pitiful, but her gasping sound was insatiable: "Shu... Qing... Sang..."

The corners of his eyes were wet with desire. The grievance in this kind of situation is beautiful and straightforward, implying the pleasure of humiliation. When he looks at me beseechingly, it is particularly moving.

I think I looked at him with a smile in my eyes, "I'm not in a hurry, Qiu Jun, are you in a hurry?"

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

I knew in my heart that every time he made this action, it meant his acquiescence, acquiescing to me continuing to use whatever means I was interested in.This is where Zhou Qi is most gentle.

So, instead of the pen, it was my finger, and I put some ointment on it, and used two of them.I felt his back tense instantly, and the back court also squeezed my fingers fiercely.

"Relax," I said, and my other hand kept stroking his neck as if to comfort a kitten, "doesn't it hurt you when I move?"

He breathed and relaxed as he said, and let out a soft "ah", allowing me to insert the third finger.The fresh and tender intestinal wall was stirred and made a sizzling sound.He frowns at first with every thrust I make, but it gradually turns into a grunt involuntarily, he's comfortable and I'm happy.

But that's all.

I pulled out my finger and put it into his mouth, "How does it taste? Lick it clean."

"Very good." He stared at me with watery eyes, which made me stunned for a moment.

And then he did as he was told, as cheap as a small animal that couldn't leave his kennel, which reassured me again.I couldn't help but suddenly thought: "What would you do without me?"

As if he was my responsibility, he was my responsibility—the truth is, he may have held me down, not me holding him.

This awareness made me suddenly a little restless, I retracted my hand, lifted his buttocks, and spread his legs to my sides. At the same time, I realized that his chin might be uncomfortable, but I let it go and just entered over him.

Zhou Qi should have been ready, but he still cried out sadly, and I let it go.

I may be a little weird today.

After some collision, Zhou Qi let go of his strength before I reached the top. I angrily grabbed his hair and ejaculated into his body in anger.

"Mr. Shu Qing, why are you unhappy?"

After the affair, we cuddled together, he curled up in my arms, with his back to me, making a sudden speech.

I was a little impatient, the flush of lust had not faded from his body, my brain was so blank that I couldn't handle anything, and I instinctively refused to communicate.

"Don't talk." I said helplessly.

Probably I rarely look like this, and he noticed it too.

"Mr. Shuqing sometimes acts like a child." He still spoke.

"..."

"We'll be separated for a month, that's all." He turned around, but hugged me into his arms, "Don't cry."

He was really annoying today, but the corners of my eyes did get wet, and it was really annoying.

The chin rests on his shoulder so that he can't see me being indecisive and bearish, which I should probably be grateful for - a kind of tenderness!

Parting, no matter what age parting, is really annoying and sad.

The feeling of being born in an enemy country like ours is probably the greatest mockery of fate from heaven.

I'm back home.

Shanghai's neon lights are still as gorgeous as in memory.

On the pier, in the icy night wind, I looked back at the Sumimaru for the last time, like a dream, like saying goodbye to the endlessly familiar past.

I still remember that it was also night when I boarded the boat. Zhou Qi held a small bundle in the crowd and solemnly handed it to me, "Pack it up for me first, Mr. Shu Qing. When I get there On the other hand, we will continue to watch."

I put away my things, hugged him, and said goodbye.

I watched the flow of people gradually widen the distance between us, and finally formed a vast crowd.

"Come on quickly." I said these words to the crowd, I don't know if he can hear it, presumably he can't hear it.

No wonder I hate parting. Facing this kind of time, what is sad is some weird self-question, thinking about something in my head: Can I go through the sea of ​​people again and hold your hand?Such sour words.

It would be a little contemptuous of myself.

However, in the blink of an eye, seven years of studying abroad has nothing to do with me—the next, the future is the real journey.

But I didn't expect that the farewell that night was actually a rubbing shoulder in 60 years...

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"Mr. Cao, be careful where you step." The assistant kindly gave him a hand.

"OK, thanks."

After landing, they then boarded a train bound for Nagasaki.

It is still late spring in China, and it seems that it has entered midsummer here.The scenery along the way is infinite, but Cao Shuqing can't bring himself into the current environment.

Over the years, China has changed a lot, and Japan has also changed a lot.There are indeed few remnants of the old days.However, these are not very important, what is more important is the person he is going to meet.

In a corner of Nagasaki City, there is still an old-fashioned building—the Machiya.

These houses survived World War II, which is very rare.Nowadays, many of them have been refurbished into stores, izakayas, hostels, or simply opened for tourism and sightseeing, and they are no longer as lazy as they used to be.

Today is probably not the peak season, and there are only sporadic travelers walking around here.After passing this exhibition hall, there is a bookstore. The name of the bookstore is called "Shu Qing Ya Jian".

The old man was walking on crutches, still walking tremblingly, touching the branded handwriting unconsciously, and could feel his excited jaw trembling unceasingly.

The assistant understood, and remained silent.

——There is probably no need to look for it anymore, the professor has already recognized it.

"Is anyone there?" Cao Shuqing asked excitedly in Japanese, he didn't dare to speak Chinese directly, he was afraid of going too fast.

"Of course there are people during the day!" A hale and hearty voice sounded from the house, and the voice sounded like an old man, even so, it should be a healthy and tough old man.

Not long after poking his head out, the old man was dressed in a white shirt, and his silver hair was combed neatly.However, judging from today's perspective, he is also a very outdated attire. Nowadays, few people still wear such old clothes.

The four eyes met, but no one recognized anyone.

Years have sharpened their faces too much.

"I heard that you can speak Chinese. I wonder if you have any books in Chinese?" Cao Shuqing was suddenly not sure whether the person in front of him was Zhou Qi.

"Haha, you are from China, right? You can speak Japanese quite well! But you can still hear the pronunciation..." He opened the curtain and invited Cao Shuqing into the room, and said, "There are Chinese books. There are quite a few, but they are a bit old, and they are all outdated magazines or something. But these are also antiques now, are they worth a lot?"

As he said that, he lowered his head and rummaged in the corner. He would stop for a while as he rummaged through the pages. He would choose a few books and put them back under the cupboard. When they were handed over to Cao Shuqing, there were only three of the thinnest books. Magazine.

"A lot?" He didn't say it, but raised his brows, and suddenly wanted to be self-willed, "I want to take a look at the few books you stuffed under the cabinet. Don't worry, I'm just looking, I don't want to win people's love .”

He smiled, and the man in the bookstore also smiled as if he had seen through his mind: "I'm sorry. Because it's an old thing left by a friend. I'm old, and I just want to keep it as a souvenir." Said Then, he leaned over and took out a book from the bottom of the cabinet, and handed it to him, "Let's take a look, please be careful when flipping through, the paper is already brittle."

Cao Shuqing didn't read him, he remembered the book.

This is exactly the anthology he bought at a Shanghai bookstore before he went abroad to study. It contains a wide range of books, and the eighth chapter is Zhou Dunyi's "Ai Lian Shuo".At that time, because of the simplicity of this book, he used it to teach Zhou Qi ancient prose.

Turning to the first page, as expected, he saw his signature.

The world of mortals, the time of a sixty-year-old, seems to be at this moment, earth-shaking, in his heart, it is like a wall collapsing, setting off billowing smoke that is too thick to dissolve.

He was sure, he—it was him.

He looked at the man, he had already squatted down again, and he himself took out a book from under the cabinet to read it with gusto, as if he was also caught in a memory.

"Zhou Qi." This time he spoke Chinese.

"What?" The man was stunned for a while, but he squatted and didn't move.Suddenly, the book in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack". He raised his head in disbelief, and stood up slowly.

Cao Shuqing was speechless for a moment.The two of them just looked at each other without blinking, as if they were afraid of running away.

"It's time for me to thank guests behind closed doors. You can sit down and have a chat." The man was a little flustered, and his words were a bit out of line.

"Meng Han, can you go back to the hotel and wait for me? I may have a lot to say to Mr. Yuanshan."

The assistant left, and the man visibly shuddered when he heard the phrase "Mr. Yuanshan", as if he had heard his own name for so many years, and suddenly felt strange like a needle prick.

"to the East House