Feng Baobao and Fan Peipei

Sun Zuoren is GAY, he is eccentric, cold, and somewhat pedophile.

Had one wife and a loveless marriage, had no children, and was never happy.

After the two divorced, the ex-wife immediately packed her luggage and returned to her hometown of G Province. Six years have passed in a flash.

In fact, as early as three years ago, his ex-wife was diagnosed with brain cancer. When Sun Zuoren heard about it, he was just a little stunned, and there was no big disturbance in his heart.But now, I heard that my ex-wife is dying of chemotherapy, she is like a big tree that has been emptied of heart, time is really numbered.Sun Zuoren rubbed his hands against the photos of their marriage registration, feeling a little uncomfortable.After thinking over and over again, Sun Zuoren asked his superior for a long vacation, drove his Mazda car, and set off.

Province A where Sun Zuoren lives is more than 1000 kilometers away from Province G where his ex-wife lives. It takes 12 hours to drive there. Sun Zuoren set off at 1:5 p.m. After getting off the expressway, he found a small county town nearby and drove in. He planned to have a warm meal in this small town first, then find a hotel to stay overnight, and continue on the road tomorrow morning.

It was late autumn in mid-October, and the feeble neighing of autumn insects echoed in the open fields. The setting sun poked out half of her face from the clouds. She was so romantic, charming, brilliant and bright.

The villages are printed on the steel-gray-blue sky like cardboard paintings, and their shadows are pulled into hazy and graceful shapes in the setting sun.

There are not many people in the small county, so there are even fewer vehicles. Sun Zuoren directly drove the car into a private repair shop, had the car washed and changed a tire, and then talked to the repairer (who is also The owner of this store) made a discussion and left the car here overnight, and then drove away when he came over tomorrow morning. In case of any emergency, if you need an emergency car, it is best to get in touch with the boss as soon as possible.

After the arrangements for the car were settled, Sun Zuoren suddenly became interested in sketching. He was not in a hurry to find a restaurant, but went to a hotel. He took a sketchbook and pencil from the trunk, and took a foldable I took a small canvas chair, leisurely went to the small town to find a secluded place with beautiful scenery, sat down and wrote about my life.

Just as Sun Zuoren was getting absorbed in the painting, suddenly a child's voice came from behind and stopped his brush.

The child said:

"Teacher, are you sketching?"

You know, Sun Zhuoren is not only a child lover, but also voice control.

What about this voice?Sun Zuoren thought for a while, then said in his heart:

It's really nice.

Bright but not hissing, charming but clear rhyme.Male and female are indistinguishable, like black threads wrapped around fingers.

Sun Zuoren's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, he almost turned his head impatiently, wanting to see the child's appearance.

He looked to be twelve or thirteen at most, and he was in good shape.Porcelain-like delicate skin, fair and even.Light and graceful eyebrows, thin and cherry red lips, a pair of cute and round eyes like a cat, suddenly shining with a sly light.Black hair, slightly curly, slightly long, covering his soft neck.

But to Sun Zuoren's surprise, the child's dress was very gaudy.

A black, deep V-neck long-sleeved top made of chemical fiber velvet. It looks very loose, but it can better show off his slender figure. The long hem in front of him is casually stuffed into dark purple patent leather shorts. A pair of Black nylon stockings wrapped his white legs, and around his bare neck was a cheap metal necklace.

He dresses like a girl and looks like a girl, but he is a boy.

Sun Zuoren sneered in his heart, but at the same time was looking forward to it inexplicably.

"How do you know I'm a teacher?"

Sun Zuoren pushed his black-rimmed glasses, trying to hide the emotion in his eyes.

"Look at you, a gentleman who wears glasses and can draw so well, isn't he a teacher!"

The boy blinked his cat-like big eyes, and smiled innocently at Sun Zuoren.

"I am indeed a teacher, but I teach Chinese, and painting is just a hobby." Sun Zuoren also responded to him with a very easy-going smile, and then asked: "How old are you this year? What's your name?"

"My name is Fan Peipei, I'm 13 years old, and my family runs a hotel."

"A hotel owner?"

Sun Zuoren asked back, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"That's right, I don't think you look like a local. Are you here to visit distant relatives? Do you need accommodation? The hotel opened by our family is nearby. It's affordable and clean. You don't see the weather like this." It's early, if you haven't had dinner yet, I can cook for you when you get there, basically I can cook home-cooked dishes, as long as you don't dislike my poor craftsmanship..."

The young man named Fan Peipei said earnestly and flatteringly, but Sun Zuoren just stared at his soft and beautiful lips that kept opening and closing.

"Then, do you need me to help you with your luggage, sir?"

Fan Peipei put her face in front of Sun Zuoren, tilted her head to look at him and asked.

Sun Zuoren felt suffocated, he hurriedly said:

"No, I don't bring much stuff, and it's all locked in the trunk of the car! No need to take it!"

He had been staring at her lips just now, and he didn't really listen to what Fan Peipei said. Now that there was another critical attack with a close face and a head tilted kill, Sun Zuoren confessed the whole thing in a panic. After all, he was still guilty.

"Then please come with me."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

"Go to the hotel run by my family."

"……OK."

Sun Zuoren followed Fan Peipei to a simple courtyard.

Entering the yard, you can see a long row of tile-roofed brick houses connected together, which are divided into rooms. There are thirteen rooms in total. The middle room is used as the guest reception, and a frameless glass door is pulled outward. It was wide open, and the four bright red characters "Welcome Hotel" were pasted on the glass door.The remaining 101 rooms are for guests to stay in. They are all wooden doors with house numbers written in chalk on the doors, from 112 to [-].The area of ​​the whole yard is quite large.

There is also an independent firewood room in the corner, which is a place for making fire and cooking.

"Sister Feng, open a room!"

Fan Peipei strode into the guest reception room and shouted at the woman sitting at the front desk looking down at her mobile phone.

The woman called Sister Feng didn't even lift her head or look at him. Her eyeballs seemed to be sucked into the screen of her mobile phone, and she didn't move away for a moment. She touched it directly from the small plastic basket at hand. Passing out the copper key, Fan Peipei reached out to take it, and glanced at the white tape on the key, on which was written "109" with a ballpoint pen-this is the house number corresponding to this key.

Fan Peipei led Sun Zuoren to Room 109.

As soon as he entered the door, a strong smell of disinfectant came over his face. Sun Zuoren couldn't help but frowned deeply. He could smell it. What was covered under the strong smell of disinfectant was an ambiguous, Light fishy, ​​slightly musky... that subtle, indescribable smell.

This is the taste after passion.

Sun Zuoren sensitively linked "this kind of thing" with the flamboyantly dressed Fan Peipei.

Facts also proved that Sun Zhuoren really didn't think too much.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, Fan Peipei knocked on the door of Sun Zuoren's room and brought him a special service.

In the room, the sound of mechanical ticking reverberated with the regularity of the clock. White smoke rose rapidly from the spout of the kettle and spread rapidly. power supply.

"Teacher, do you need any special services?" Fan Peipei asked naturally, leaning on the door frame with arms crossed.

"What do you know?" Sun Zuoren asked.

"I'm still young, so I can only play oral sex and leg sex, three hundred at a time, no bargaining." Fan Peipei said in a lively tone, with his hands behind his back, this passage is also very skillful and light.

"come in."

Sun Zuoren turned his side to make way for Fan Peipei to enter the house.

He closed the door, watched him go straight to the bed, watched him take off his stockings and sat on the bed, watched him smile invitingly to himself.