stupid dirty romance

Rooftop, beer and cigarettes, two men, one story.

When Yin Yu was 14 years old, he knew for the first time that men can also be used to fuck. The dirty place was cleaned up like an old water pipe. On the other hand, they are a little older than him, so they are easy to catch with one hand, but he himself just learned a few tricks secretly from his uncle in the army, so he can't fight at all.

He swore at that time that when he became a man, he would kill that old man surnamed Xiao, as well as the two young men beside him who were abettors.

Alan and Aya sat on the steps in the backyard. They each held a can of beer for a rare moment of leisure. Aya glanced at the direction upstairs. The window of Xiao Wenjin's study was tightly covered by curtains, and he could not see anything After coming out, Yin Yu sat between the two of them and said nothing.

"I slapped you just now, and I couldn't control my strength. Please bear with me." Allen handed the beer to Yin Yu, and the boy with a swollen cheek waved his hand. He has a toothache and doesn't want to drink ice.

"Sir, you are very angry." Aya asked, "Why do you want to go to America?"

"I've got a girlfriend." After a while, Yin Yu opened his mouth. His face was expressionless, as if he wasn't the one who had just been taught a lesson. "In another month, she will go back. I want to go with her."

Allen felt that Yin Yu was crazy. After watching him for a long time, he finally couldn't say anything, but Aya had something to say.

He said: "Mr. is reluctant to part with you. What will he do if you leave? The young master has also left. If you leave again, there will be no one in this house."

"Oh, there are still you two." Yin Yu glanced at Aya, he was a little jealous of the two young guards, and asked viciously: "The old guy hasn't touched you two, right? It’s like a hammer, it’s an executioner, it’s about a savior, it’s a martial arts novel, try it, go for me!”

Hammer was a big wolfhound. He was locked next to the kennel and was very frightened. It was very clear in his words that he was calling them Xiao Wenjin's dogs.

Allen glared at Yin Yu fiercely, and pulled Aya away: "Don't pay attention to him, he is a mad dog, he wants to bite everyone he sees."

Yin Yu sat on the steps and watched Alan and Aya leave. He took a sip of the beer next to him, the cold hurt his mouth, he cursed, threw the can out, and buried his head in his knees.

Aurora bit his hand hard when she gave it to herself for the first time, and she said: Savunin, your hands are so beautiful.

He asked her why she fell in love with him, but the answer he got was dumbfounding.

She said because I wanted to destroy you.

destroy.

spend time.

Exhausted.

Endless emptiness.

A month later, Aurora passed away. Yin Yu lay on the coffin watching the flickering candles, and stabbed him with a knife.

Three months later, Xiao Wenjin returned to City S. Yin Yu took Xia Jun to take drugs for the first time. He put his hand on Xia Jun's buttocks and patted his ear and said, "Let me try...let me try..."

The air was filled with the lingering smell of smoke, and even on the rooftop, his eyes were still blurred. Xia Jun poked the people around him with his elbow, and asked, "Why did you drop out of school when you came to S City?"

"I can't continue reading." Yin Yu glanced at Xia Jun and asked, "What about you, how did you become a policeman?"

"I want to help others," Xia Jun said.

City J is too cold, it's so cold that people's hearts are not warm. Xia Jun ran away from home, he didn't want to go back, he thought, it's okay to be alone, he wants to move out, he can work outside, the school doesn't It doesn't matter if you go, the things taught are useless anyway.

This day is my mother's death day, and his father came back drunk again, lost all the money in his pocket, and even owed the shop owner 2000 yuan for playing lottery tickets. This coward is like this, he is looked down upon for his incompetence outside, drinks a lot of wine and gambles, and vents his anger on his wife and children when he returns home, Mom is mad at him to death.

Xia Jun ran to a park. It had just snowed heavily in the morning, and there was no one in the park. The snow piled up on both sides of the road. He ran out too quickly, without a coat and cotton shoes, and it was very cold now.

He swept the snow on the bench twice with his hands, sat down, covered his face with his hands and let out a breath—even if I freeze to death here, I won’t go back, let’s freeze to death here, what are you doing alive?

The smell of wine, the smell of wine again.

He was so familiar with alcoholics that he immediately looked up.It wasn't his father, it was a boy who looked young, wearing a navy blue woolen overcoat, a novelty wool scarf around his neck, and a pair of dark brown pointed-toed leather boots on his feet.

The boy's face was very pale, whether it was from the cold or from nature, he held a rectangular flagon in his hand and burped at Xia Jun.

"Why is it alive?" The boy muttered to himself, and sat down next to him, and Xia Jun could tell which one it was.

"You!" You are the one who hit me in the bar for no reason last time!

"What's wrong with your grandpa?" The boy was so drunk, he gave him a sideways glance, unscrewed the jug and took another sip, looked him up and down, and giggled: "The little face is like a cat... ...Oh no, like a panda, got beaten?"

"Fuck." Xia Jun glared at the boy and said harshly, "None of your business, get out!"

"Hey, I wear so little, is it cold?" The boy looked at him, took off the scarf, stretched out his hands and wrapped the scarf around him as if hugging him, and said, "Come with me." Come on, I'll take you home, hehe...it's like picking up a small animal."

"What are you talking about!" Xia Jun pushed the boy away and stood up abruptly. He touched the scarf around his neck. It smelled of alcohol, cigarettes... and perfume.

"I didn't say anything, can I go?" The boy also stood up, took a look at him, and walked out of the park. Xia Jun thought about it and followed him. He couldn't freeze to death here. He was still young, and his father no the same.

Passing by Wumen Street, the boy went into a small home-cooked restaurant and got a few boxed lunches. He put the hip flask into his coat pocket and started running. Xia Jun trotted all the way along. The road on the ground was a little slippery. , the two big boys were fighting and fighting, but it was not cold anymore. When they reached a small building, the boy turned around and said to him: "When you enter the door, turn left and you will find the bathroom. Take a hot bath to warm yourself up."

The boy's room was on the first floor. He opened the door, found out the clothes and threw them to him. When Xia Jun entered, he saw him sitting on the bed in the bedroom. He took out a small white medicine bottle from the bedside cabinet, and put a glass bottle next to him. cup.

When they came out, the two had a meal in silence. The boy's bedroom was carpeted, and the whole room was warm due to the heat from the ground. Xia Jun sat cross-legged on the ground while eating and looked around the surrounding environment. There were bookshelves , a wardrobe, a mirror, and a sandbag in the corner.

"You live alone?" he asked.

"Yeah. Occasionally someone comes back from the second floor." The boy nodded, he liked the sloppy lunch, "Did you run away from home?"

"Forget it." Xia Jun looked at the boxed lunch in his hand, and fell silent. Today is the anniversary of his mother's death, but he wanted to freeze himself to death. What a shame.

"Hey, everything is happy at home." The boy said, "Having a family is a good thing, don't be unhappy all the time."

"You don't understand." Xia Jun glanced at him, feeling that no one could understand the suffering in his heart, how could the drunken rich young master in front of him understand his suffering.

They rolled into bed at dusk, and no one could say what happened, it just happened naturally.

Hot, too hot.Xia Jun felt that his mouth was dry and his throat was about to smoke. The boy lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling as he fiddled with him. He took off his clothes and stroked his thin body with pale skin. Yes, the blue veins on his hands are very clear, and the red scars extending from his chest to his thighs seem to be painted on it.

He put his hand on the boy's heaving chest, and carefully sniffed the perfume on his collarbone with his nose. It was a spicy mixture of sandalwood and tobacco, but it was aphrodisiac.

"How did you do it?" He touched every mark with his hand, and he felt that it was hit by something, but it seemed that the other party didn't hurt at all.

"Whip." The boy said softly, stating.

"Then do you feel pain?"

"It doesn't hurt."

When their bodies were stuck together, Xia Jun felt that he couldn't help talking non-stop, he needed to talk, everyone needed someone to talk to him, lonely for too long, the whole person became a little abnormal , but he didn't bother to talk about other people, but with this boy, he could talk about it.

He mentioned his dead mother. He cried and buried his head behind the boy's back, weeping bitterly. His body was happy, but his heart was sad.

"It's okay, I don't have a mother either." The boy comforted him by patting him on the back: "But I have a very good aunt who cooks very delicious food. Next time I will take you with me."

He said a lot, but from the beginning to the end, the boy only said this sentence, he didn't remember it when he woke up the next day, he only remembered the boy with long hair and pale face sleeping The way he shrank himself, his body seemed to be covered with hell flowers, or covered with red snakes, he opened his eyes and smiled at him.

"Good morning, Xia Jun."