still in the mirror

The cold belt buckle swung down on his thigh, he pushed him straight into the silk quilt, the roses and velvet grass under him floated up, the boy's two ankles were crossed on the other's back, following the back Up and down, swaying apart for a while, and clasping together again for a while... The rain poured down outside the window, and the messy water droplets hit the long window and flowed down again, like a heroic sacrifice one after another, Cong Fei trembled Shooting on Li Chengwu's lower abdomen, the sound of the rain gradually subsided, and finally there was only a trace of residual drizzle, trembling and dancing on the glass, exuding fantastic waves.

Cong Fei knew where the strange fragrance came from before, so he took a little of Li Chengwu's semen/fluid with his index finger, put it under his nose, and there was that fragrance: "You! Why is yours fragrant?"

Li Chengwu got out of bed, looked at the messy shirt on his body with disgust, and said, "If you don't eat so much meat, you won't be so fishy."

"You dislike me! Where are you going?"

Li Chengwu didn't want to talk to him at first, but seeing his angry appearance, he said helplessly, "Take a bath."

Cong Fei opened his arms, signaling that he would go too, but Li Chengwu was really exhausted, hesitated again and again, sighed and bent down to pick him up, muttering: "Just once today, do you know how much you weigh? "

The Fengqi Mansion is better than the Tuisi Garden, which is reflected in various styles, such as the bathing pipes for hot water.In the bathtub, Cong Fei rubbed against Li Chengwu's body, which made him react very strongly. Li Chengwu lifted an eyelid to glance at him, and sneered coldly.Cong Fei stood up in embarrassment, flipped over to sit outside the bathtub (there was a small wooden stool), leaned on the edge of the bathtub, buried his head in the crook of his arms, and after a while, he took Li Chengwu's hand on the edge of the bathtub, interlocking his fingers, The tighter the grip.Li Chengwu looked over, the scene of the color in the water mist granting the soul, he had a thousand jokes to tease the child, but he moved his lips, not daring to say anything.

"What are you going to say..." The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyelashes were stained with moisture, his eyes were hazy with hatred, his whole figure was like a flower in the mist, the young man suddenly said sadly, "I want to live every day What if you ignore me tomorrow if you are like this today?"

Li Chengwu surrendered his troops and abandoned the formation, leaned forward and touched the young man's lips, and said softly: "How can I ignore you, what do you want to eat later?"

On the apricot-colored gold-encrusted bed in the room, Cong Fei was holding his favorite salad—pineapple flower, parsley, apple, mint, lemon, sweet violet and cardamom. The whole apple, and then picked up a piece of mint and put it in his mouth, his face instantly collapsed, the leaves had no place to put in his mouth and it was difficult to swallow.Seeing him like that, Li Chengwu couldn't help laughing, walked over with a teacup, put his hand under his mouth, and said: "I see that the leaf is not very fresh, spit it out quickly, don't spoil your stomach after eating it."

The young master said while spitting, "It's not that I can't eat it, this taste is too strong, I need to add some sugar..." After spitting, he took the bone china teacup, and the saucer of bean flower tea with lemon had a strange taste. It is purple and fragrant, and the heat rises up, one side of the other, fluttering under the tip of the nose, and condenses into fine water particles on the lips.

"Let the kitchen make fish soup for you, it will be ready later, get out of bed and eat."

Songjiang small bass, with pigeon eggs, scallops, fish maw, matsutake, sea cucumber, water shield and pigeon breast as auxiliary ingredients, boiled with half fish soup and half chicken soup.

The chef asked Xiaoping to come to the door of the house to ask how the taste was, Cong Fei said it was okay, Li Chengwu smiled and asked Xiaoping to go back and reply that it was very good.This kind of life, when Li Congfei recalled it later, made him truly aware of the fragility of time. The windows, roof, furniture, decorations, colors, and smells of this room floated up from the muddy water of memory, turning into a myriad of scenes. Become a flower, become a lamp, become the snow outside the window, become the cold branches of the missing moon, become the stillness of the people...

When was it more mysterious and illusory than the pre-war Shanghai of that year?He obviously had a lot of socializing outside, but he was a father and son in front of people, and they returned to the room in the mansion, as if they were really isolated from the world.The musk and frankincense wafting from the bird-shaped copper furnace is still on the tip of the nose, still trembling like the moon in the window.

Sometimes they lay on the imperial concubine's couch, and the milky purple velvet curtains were not drawn tightly, drawing out a white sky with heavy snow falling.Cong Fei occasionally caught a glimpse of the entangled figures of the two in the big mirror, the taboo was even more taboo, and the exciting was even more exciting.Li Chengwu's hands clasped the boy's ankles, sweat flew down from a lock of forehead hair, smacked, dizzy on the nipples, when the light shone, it was like amber tears, wrapped up the tears with his tongue, Cong Fei let out a cry, and leaned against the The body on the back of the couch trembled and leaned back, in a trance, I saw a bell tower in the heavy snow, leaning against the white sky, and there was a muffled sound of needles in the distance, as if I saw it for the first time.

Boom—the long and wet clouds were dragged into the exhaust of fighter planes, sinking one by one on the pale sky, which should be stained by gray and black material stained with water.Anti-aircraft guns were erected in front of the Cathay Pacific Cinema, with bang-bang-bang-deafening long screams mixed with the shriek of grenades, tearing—the air was also cut open, and between one shot and one shot, people in black and white on the ground shot towards the concession area. Flocking away, Shanghai went to war.