man who will not refuse

Human beings are complicated, and because they are complicated, they are interesting.

It has been said that our brains remember some things and forget others because of functional needs.Remember the painful ones, forget the pleasant ones, remember the deep ones, forget the superficial ones, remember the repeated ones, and forget the accidental ones. . . .

But some people say that our brains never forget. Those things you think you have forgotten are actually just dusty in a small corner of the memory hall. You will always think of it. In an inadvertent moment, because of some trivial things, memory When you wake up, the past strikes, it is clearly the past, but it is as vivid as a carp flicking its tail in front of your eyes.

The wife who was tidying up the bookcase because of the move found a green two-yuan RMB in an old book, and the lively wife came over shaking the money and joking [Husband, look what I found, antiques, we are about to send them out. 】

The boy who stuffed a handful of small change into his hand more than ten years ago seems to be back in front of him. Since when did he start to accept the fact that he is selfish and despicable, but he has never been able to forgive himself for hurting that boy back then.

[Shuqing, can you stay and stay with me? 】

Fang Xian knew that the answer was yes, Qi Shuqing would not reject others, let alone himself.

Qi Shuqing went home and reported to his parents and came back quickly. After the two had a simple dinner, Fang Xian went to feed his mother, and Qi Shuqing went to Fang Xian's bedroom to make a bed.

Perhaps it was because Qi Shuqing, who made him most at ease, was lying beside him, or maybe it was because of the busy work of more than a week, Fang Xian fell asleep very quickly.

However, Fang Xian didn't sleep well. Finally, the nightmare woke him up in the middle of the night. The lingering fear of the dream made him hurriedly put on his clothes and went to his mother's bedroom. He didn't feel relieved until he felt his mother's weak breathing. He returned to his bed in one breath.

Qi Shuqing didn't speak when he got into bed, but curled up his legs when he accidentally touched him.

Fang Xian knew that Qi Shu was awake, so he said [Sorry, I woke you up. 】

【No, I didn't fall asleep. 】Qi Shuqing turned over cautiously, faced Fang Xian and asked 【Is it cold? 】

[Slightly] Fang Xian rubbed his hands, lay down on the bed and put his hand into Qi Shuqing's hand with a smile [Give me warmth. 】

Qi Shuqing, who seemed a bit resigned, took Fang Xian's hand with both hands, pulled it to his mouth and exhaled carefully.

[Forget it, it's a little itchy. . . ] Fang Xian, who withdrew his hand, turned sideways, and moved closer to Qi Shuqing [Shuqing, are you sleepy? 】

【fine】

[Then chat with me for a while. 】

【Um】

[Shuqing, if one day I transfer schools, will you miss me? 】

【Will do. 】

[Then remember to write to me. 】

【it is good. 】

【However, I feel that it is more likely that you will forget about me when you turn around once I leave. 】

【Will not. 】

【I'm your best friend, right? 】

【Um】

[If one day I die, you have to burn more paper for me. 】

Qi Shu paused for a moment before saying 【You won't. 】

Fang Xian smiled, and asked Qi Shuqing [Shuqing, why do you think people die. 】

Qi Shuqing was silent, obviously he didn't know how to answer Fang Xian's question.Fang Xian put his hands on Qi Shuqing's face, Qi Shuqing's breath was shallow but warm.

Not knowing what attracted him or moved him, Fang Xian suddenly had a desire to cry.

Although the room was dark, Fang Xian could still see Qi Shuqing's slightly confused expression.

Qi Shuqing, who was confused and innocent, but did not dare to act rashly.

How despicable can human beings be?

His mother was lying dying in the bedroom next to him, but he was still attracted by the young boy in front of him.

Fang Xian leaned over and bit Qi Shuqing's lips in confusion, his fingers seemed to have a will of their own, so did his lips and his body.

It was Qi Shuqing who was pressed under him, kissed and caressed wantonly, he was his classmate, and he was also a boy.

Knowing that this is wrong, Fang Xian still couldn't control his increasingly excited heart, and the agitation that made him feel like a fire.

The heavy sense of guilt brought about by immorality and taboos, and the bliss of the flesh from where the fingertips meet the body.

These two extremely contradictory emotions made him lose his mind. Whether it was his dead father, his seriously ill mother, or his future self, he didn't want to care about anything, and he couldn't remember anything.

In his eyes, he could only see Qi Shuqing's crying expression as if deliberately tempting him, his pale and elegant waist, and the young man's smooth brocade-like skin tightly sucking his fingers like a sucker.Qi Shuqing under him was like a delicate doll that would break immediately if he pinched it casually. While he was full of pity, he couldn't restrain himself from wanting to crush this doll-like boy with his own hands.

Ignoring the thoughtfulness of the man covering his lips tightly to prevent himself from making a sound, and not hearing the occasional low voice between the man's fingers, which was as painful as sobbing, Fang Xian pinched the body of the man below him vigorously, Biting and kissing indiscriminately,

That person didn't refuse, he has been cooperating with himself, maybe he likes it just like me. . . . .

However, the next day, Fang Xian opened his eyes, and there was no sign of Qi Shuqing on the bed.

If it wasn't for the bloodstains and vagina on the bed sheet, he would almost suspect that everything yesterday was just a sexual dream he had several times.

What face does he have to meet Qi Shuqing? . . . .

Fang Xian called the head teacher to ask for a long vacation. After his mother passed away, his uncle decided to take them all to the city to go to school.

Qi Shuqing did not come when the head teacher brought the student representatives to express their feelings. Fang Xian felt that his mood seemed closer to despair than disappointment.

The adults talked together, and Fang Xian went up to the second floor with the visiting classmates.

His classmates asked him which school he would transfer to, and Fang Xian told them honestly that his uncle’s family was not very good, and they also had two children, so he might not go to school anymore. He wanted to go out to work, and his sister continued to study. just fine.

After a short silence, some people said that if you can read, you should read, because part-time work is very hard.Some people also say that if you don’t take the usual path, you will be rich in the future, and it’s good to be able to escape the bitterness of high school.

Fang Xian never dared to ask about Qi Shuqing's situation, and no one took the initiative to tell him why Qi Shuqing didn't come over.

He is like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, unwilling to witness a break from Qi Shuqing with his own eyes.

He thought about apologizing, but all his words were too weak, Qi Shuqing would not forgive him for his atrocities that night, even if he died, Qi Shuqing would not forgive him.

However, that person appeared again. He didn't know who he heard about his idea of ​​going out to work. He probably thought that he was short of money, so he waited for him at the door of his house. The change I put into my hand.

Fang Xian is a face-saving person, even though he hurt Qi Shuqing at the beginning of their acquaintance, he didn't even want to say a word of sorry, but that day, he cried like a child in front of Qi Shuqing.

[I'm sorry, Shuqing, I was the one who made a mess, I'm sorry, please forgive me, please, I'm sorry. . . 】

The thin and disheveled young man in front of him waved his hands at him somewhat at a loss, and said [It's okay, don't. . .I didn't, take it to heart. 】

The skin between the young man's fingers that he had scratched had already healed, but the ink that had been pierced into the flesh remained under the skin. It was obviously black ink, but it looked a bit bluish blue.

Fang Xian suddenly remembered that one afternoon, Qi Shuqing, who was reading a book, suddenly raised his head, raised his hand and murmured, "It's turned blue, is this a tattoo?" 】

I still vaguely remember my surprise at that time, 【That. . .I can't get rid of it for a lifetime! ?ah! ! !So bad!Then don't you want to hate me forever? 】

[No,] the boy in his memory shook his head at him and said [it's healed, it won't hurt anymore. 】

When I met Qi Shuqing again, that person was still the same as in my memory, still smiling tolerantly and warmly, and said to him [You are doing well now, really good. 】

He still likes Qi Shuqing, and he has no way not to like Qi Shuqing.

The man was the most beautiful man he had ever met, and he was just an ugly tattoo that remained between the man's fingers.

The author has something to say:

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