Be good

"What! Your object is back? Your object? Just that mysterious object?!!"

When I returned to Beijing, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Zongcheng was standing on the busy street, answering the phone with his mobile phone, while looking to the side: "Yeah."

Standing with him with a bag on his shoulder, Lin Qianxi took a deep breath into the Beijing night, turned his head to look at him, and met his bright black eyes, waiting for him to finish speaking.

It was Liu Dasong on the phone. When they called, they just got off the airport and took the subway back to the city. They opened their mouths to ask where the Zongcheng people had gone. They couldn't get through the phone before.Zongcheng told him that he had just got off the plane, and he didn't hide it. A few words revealed that he was not alone now.

Liu Dasong was in high spirits: "Then why don't you let me take a look? Hey, isn't it a coincidence? I happened to have an urgent matter with you. I came to find a place, let's have dinner together, and catch up with Gao Ze and Wen tomorrow." When Tao came back, I was the first person to witness the miracle!"

Zongcheng thought it was too late at first, but when he remembered Lin Qianxi's high-spirited sentence "Go and tell them your boyfriend is back", he changed his mind and looked at Lin Qianxi again: "Okay, then you come."

Lin Qianxi watched him hang up the phone and asked, "Who wants to come?"

"My roommate," Zong Cheng grabbed his arm and pulled it, "Anyway, we will see each other sooner or later."

Lin Qianxi followed him out and said with a smile, "Okay."

It's not important to meet people, but I want to know the circle he has lived in this year. It can't be seen clearly with a few lines of words in a circle of friends. This day should have come long ago.

They went to a mall near the Collegiate Stadium.

Liu Dasong is a local, and he came very quickly. He took the escalator to the agreed floor, and saw Zongcheng sitting on a chair resting in the shopping mall, turning his mobile phone in his hand and staring at the front.

Standing in front of him was a tall, thin, handsome guy, who was playing with the location guide screen in the mall while humming along to the song played in the mall.

"Here we come." Liu Dasong sat down beside Zongcheng, impatiently took out a notebook: "Where is your partner?"

"Here." When Zongcheng spoke, his eyes were still looking ahead.

Liu Dasong looked around and saw that there was no one else there except the handsome guy humming. He thought he had gone to the bathroom, so he opened the notebook and showed it to him: "Then let's get down to business first, I'm in a hurry to find you As for the cooperation project, there is a new project competition during the school holidays, and I thought of you first, and I will definitely win the prize together with you."

Zongcheng asked directly: "How much is the bonus?"

"The first prize is [-]. If we share it equally, we will each have [-]? I will get back the money I paid for the earphones." Liu Dasong was afraid that he would not agree: "Promise me, sir, I know you are still busy in the hospital. Can we work together some time?"

"Yes." Zongcheng readily agreed.

Liu Dasong was taken aback: "Why are you so easy to talk this time?"

Zongcheng smiled a little: "The subject is playing a game, I want to prepare a gift for him to celebrate."

"Hey," Liu Dasong said with a smile, "I have to thank your partner for co-authoring! Call someone here, I must see what kind of god this is, eating you so dead." He turned around while talking Looking around, Zongcheng kept staring at the handsome guy humming in front of him, and then looked there twice, "Hey, this handsome guy sings really well."

"Well, he sings nicely."

Lin Qianxi and the others were bored waiting, so they went to stand beside him for a while, listened to the songs in the shopping mall, and hummed a few words casually. Looking back at Zongcheng, they found that there was already someone beside him. walked back.

Liu Dasong was asking: "Where is the person, where is your partner?"

Zongcheng looked at Lin Qianxi who was approaching: "Here we come."

Liu Dasong turned his head.

Lin Qianxi sat down beside Zongcheng.

Zongcheng pointed to Liu Dasong, "This is Dasong." Then he said to Liu Dasong, "His name is Lin Qianxi."

Lin Qianxi raised his hand in a ruffian manner, and greeted him: "Hello, thank you for taking care of this stubble this year."

Before Liu Dasong could react, he thought that Zongcheng had brought an extra one here temporarily, and subconsciously replied, "No, he's not bad enough to take care of us."

Lin Qianxi smiled: "Oh, thank you for being taken care of by him."

"..." Liu Dasong looked around again, no one else came, then looked at Lin Qianxi, then looked at Zongcheng, repeated several times, and finally turned a little bit: "Huh? Could it be...ah ?”

Zongcheng said, "Yes."

"Huh???" Liu Dasong's eyes widened, his tone of voice twisted and twisted.

Zong Cheng nodded: "Yeah."

Later, Lin Qianxi was stared at almost the whole time after finishing the meal, and when they went to the subway station together, Liu Dasong frequently looked back at him.

He didn't care, just watched it, and even smiled at him several times.

It wasn't until we parted at the subway entrance that Liu Dasong couldn't bear it, so he whispered to Zongcheng: "No wonder you said that you are different from what we think, you are hiding it."

Zongcheng didn't answer, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching slightly.

"Hey, it's been a year, and today I saw you laugh the most." Liu Dasong laughed, "Well, I really witnessed a miracle today." He waved his hand to Lin Qianxi, "See you next time. "

Lin Qianxi said, "See you later."

Seeing that the hotel was not far away, he took off the bag on his shoulder, threw it in front of Zongcheng, and tilted his head in the direction of the hotel: "The room card is in my bag, you go to my room first Wait for me, I'm going to buy something."

Zong Cheng picked it up: "What to buy?"

"You'll know later." Lin Qianxi smiled mysteriously, and ran out: "Wait!"

Zongcheng took his bag and went to the hotel. After swiping his card to enter, he left the door open for him, turned his head and saw the chairs that two people had tossed about inside. It didn't take long, but it felt like it had been a long time , put down his bag and went into the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet, washed his face, faced the mirror, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth again. Whenever he thought of Lin Qianxi coming back to him in good health, the corners of his mouth would curve.

After a while, the door slammed shut and was shut.

Zongcheng turned around, the bathroom door opened, and Lin Qianxi walked in with one hand in his pocket.

"Master Cheng," the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes sparkled, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his tone was suddenly flirtatious and ambiguous: "One more time."

As he spoke, he took out the hand in his trouser pocket and put it on the sink, a bottle of lubricating oil he just bought.

Zongcheng turned his eyes from the sink to him, stared at him firmly, for a second, two seconds, straightened one leg, half leaned and half sat on the sink, and said in a low voice, "Come on."

Lin Qianxi's eyes were glued to him, he pulled his hand behind his back, closed the door, came over and grabbed his trouser waist, and pressed it to his mouth.

The breathing became quicker in an instant, and they kissed each other extremely eagerly.

Just as Zong Cheng was about to kiss her back heavily, he bit her lips gently.Lin Qianxi kissed him down and tore open the waistband of his trousers.

The black T was lifted up, exposing the lower abdomen on the right side. When Zongcheng lowered his head, he had already squatted down, facing the tattoo scar on his abdomen, breathing there, again and again.

Then there was a sudden retraction, and it was his lips that kissed it.

Zong Cheng's jaw tightened immediately, but he couldn't help but let out a low hum. He touched his hair with his fingers and grabbed it vigorously.

Lin Qianxi's kiss was very light, not like his naughty and erotic provocation, but more like distressed.

Zong Cheng rubbed his hair, grabbed his arm and pulled him up, bowed his head and kissed him back.

Lin Qianxi was pushed and pressed against the sink by him, the base of his tongue was squeezed violently, and the tip of his tongue was sucked again, his scalp felt as if it had been exploded, numb for bursts.

When the sound of water splashed, Zong Cheng had already held him down behind him.

With his arms outstretched, he leaned against the sink, and from the corner of his eye, he could see his shoulders in the mirror rising and falling regularly with his breathing.

Zong Cheng suddenly moved closer behind him, and said in a low voice, "I see clearly this time, I do have muscles."

Lin Qianxi looked up, met his eyes in the mirror, panted and smiled: "Of course."

Immediately afterwards, he couldn't laugh anymore, he moved both hands forward suddenly, supported them hard, and squeezed his lips tightly before holding back the sound, his brows tightened and then loosened.

Until I couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to bow my head and gasp for breath, my eyes were full of the image in the mirror.

Zong Cheng pushed his shoulders and turned around, hugging him.

Lin Qianxi watched him lower his head in front of him, and grabbed the edge of the stage with one hand, and stroked his hair with one hand, from the short hair roots pushed around his ears to the short hair at the back of his head that was tied into the palm of his hand.

The breathing was too fast, and the chest spread from a little spark to a roaring flame, and I couldn't say anything.

Zong Cheng suddenly hugged him tightly, clasped his waist, and pushed him hard.

Lin Qianxi's heart felt as if he had been hit, and his teeth loosened: "Fuck, what about you?"

Zongcheng's breathing sank next to his ear: "Didn't you start it?"

It was Lin Qianxi who started it, just to let him see that fresh self, that Lin Qianxi who refused to accept his fate, came back in a fucking good way.

"Yes." He wrapped his arms around Zongcheng's shoulders, opened his mouth around his neck, and took a bite. Seeing his broken eyebrows twitch, he laughed wildly: "Come on, boyfriend, I'll pay all the debts for a year." Pay you back!"

The water in the bathroom had been turned off early, and the lights in the room had been dimly turned on.

Lin Qianxi was lying on his back, clutching the sheets with his hands, pulling them into a ball, his forehead covered with fine sweat, even the tip of his nose, exhaling, inhaling.

Then it was flipped over again.

The light hit the snow-white wall, and on the wall were his and Zong Cheng's blurred figures, always connected together.

He buried half of his face in the pillow, watching the two overlapping figures swaying, because he was swaying again and again.

Until another layer of sweat broke out on his body, Zongcheng grabbed his waist with his hand and suddenly squeezed it.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, and squeezed it tightly, his spine was tensed from the top of his head, and his numb mind went blank.

"Fuck..." Lin Qianxi lowered his head, gasped for breath, and finally surrendered: "Master Cheng, instructor, dad, dad, it's okay, it's okay..."

Zong Cheng stuck it up from behind, breathing in his ear, as if smiling: "Not yet, boy, it's early..."

"I..." Lin Qianxi turned his face away, his jaw was grabbed, and his mouth was blocked again.

……

Later, I don't know when I fell asleep, but Zongcheng woke up first at about six or seven o'clock in the morning.

After waking up, he turned his head and took a look. Lin Qianxi was still sleeping, motionless.

The corners of his mouth twitched, he seemed too unrestrained last night, with a lively Lin Qianxi in front of him, he couldn't restrain himself.

Zongcheng stretched out his hand, pulled him over, let him lie on his shoulder, looked down at his face, and found that he was frowning, as if he didn't sleep well, and the corners of his mouth were closed again.

Lin Qianxi woke up suddenly, and found himself lying on Zongcheng's shoulder, raised his eyes, and met his gaze.

"Are you dreaming again?" Zong Cheng stared at him and asked.

Lin Qianxi said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

Zong Cheng frowned.

"Fuck!" Lin Qianxi suddenly cursed, and grabbed his neck: "I dreamed that you insisted on holding me down and asking me to call you daddy!"

"..." Zongcheng raised his lips again, pulled the blanket over his body, pressed it on him, and said in that fucking cold voice: "That should not be a dream, but a fact."

"..." Lin Qianxi turned over and held him back.

Zong Cheng pressed against the tip of his nose and said in a low voice, "Welcome back, boy."