like the wrong way

The young man was waving the spatula while humming. With the pouring of soy sauce, cooking wine and other seasonings, the dishes in the pot gradually gave off an attractive aroma.

The man who had just entered the door was also attracted by the warm aroma. He didn't even have time to take off his coat, and walked into the kitchen following the smell.

Seeing the young man's slender waist outlined by the apron, the man stepped forward as if tempted, avoided the young man's waving arms, hugged the young man from behind, and wrapped him in his arms.

"Damn it!" The young man almost threw the spatula out, but fortunately he saw his familiar watch on the arm around his waist in time.

He stomped on the man's foot angrily, and drove him away pretending to be disgusted: "Go, get in the way."

The man buried his face deeply into the young man's shoulder, and let out a deep laugh from his throat.The generous chest was pressed against the young man's back, and the slight vibration made the young man dodge uncomfortably.

"Get out quickly, or your hands will be stuffed into the pot." The young man threatened.

The man raised his head and kissed behind his ear, pinching his throat and pretending to say: "I haven't seen you for a day, but you are so cold, do you not want to see me?"

The young man knew that he was acting like a baby, but he still couldn't help but soften his heart: "Okay, okay, I miss you so much that my heart hurts."

The man refused to let go: "You don't sound like you miss me, unless you kiss me."

"Really, how old are you still being so pretentious." The young man complained, but his body was very honest. He put down the spatula and turned around, cupped the man's face, and offered to put his lips on it.

As soon as the skins touched each other, the two of them sucked tightly together, and the place where their lips and teeth met made a watery sound of "tsk tsk" from time to time.

As the kiss deepened, the man's hands became irregular, kneading all the way down the young man's waist, getting in through the gap of the jacket, and wantonly stroking the young man's smooth back with his slightly cool hands.

The young man was shivering from the cold, and couldn't help whimpering, his arms around the man's neck unconsciously tightened.

Feeling the young man's obsession, the man's movements became rough. He tore off the tie of the apron with all his might, and stretched his hands under the clothes to wrap around his chest, wantonly playing with the protruding flesh on the young man's chest.The other hand covered the young man's round buttocks, kneaded fiercely a few times, and suddenly lifted the young man up with force.

The sense of weightlessness suddenly hit, and the young man woke up from the abyss of lust. He grabbed the man's collar and pulled it back, finally saving his lips that were about to be swollen.

The man licked the corner of his mouth indifferently, and teased the young man with a smile in his eyes: "What's the matter, Fang Xi, do you think I didn't kiss hard enough?"

Hearing the man call out his name, the young man froze, and the mist that had been covering the man's face gradually dissipated, revealing that very familiar face.

Ji Lingyang.

"!"

Fang Xi kicked his legs and woke up instantly.

In front of him was the familiar ceiling, and because it was still dark, the snow-white wall paint looked a little gray.

He reached out to the pillow with trembling hands, but didn't touch the phone that should have been there.It took him a few minutes to remember that he had returned to ten years ago, and he hadn't bought a mobile phone yet.

Fang Xi touched his forehead, it was wet.Casually wiping the sweat from his hands on the towel quilt, he propped up the mattress and prepared to sit up.Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, a strange sticky feeling came from under his body, and he tremblingly stretched his hand into the quilt.

"what……"

Fang Xi hammered the bed board angrily.

It's all the fault of that surnamed Ji, who insisted on coming over to make trouble even though he was avoiding him.It's all right now, let me have this kind of dream in the middle of the night!

Bastard, you wait, next time I don't interrupt your cavernous body!

Scolding is scolding, dirty underwear has to be washed.

Fang Xi heaved a sigh of relief, lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed, with his legs spread out awkwardly, walked all the way to the bathroom.After making sure that neither his parents were woken up by him, he turned on the light in the bathroom, closed the door and locked it.Then he threw the wet-stained underwear into the footbath, and scrubbed and scrubbed.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Fang Xi took a sip of milk, swallowed the dry boiled egg stuffed into his mouth, wiped his mouth casually, picked up his schoolbag and said goodbye to his parents: "Dad, Mom, I'm going to school .”

Father Fang chewed on the fritters and waved his hands casually: "Don't work too hard, pay attention to your body."

Fang's mother came over from the balcony, and said to herself in doubt: "You obviously hung up all the clothes last night, why is Xiaoxi's underwear still wet?"

Fang Xi: "..."

Mother Fang: "Xiao Xi, why are you in a daze, go to school quickly."

Fang Xi: "Ah, oh."

Stepping out of the door with one hand and one foot, Fang Xi saw Father Fang's face trying to suppress a smile through the crack of the door the moment the door was closed.

ah!I lost my face!

Fang Xi wailed in his heart.

When walking to school, Fang Xi finally used English words to cover up the embarrassing memory.He yawned and put his schoolbag on the table, and glanced at the clock at the back of the classroom. It was 15 minutes before the morning self-study, and the class had not yet arrived.Fang Xi was not in a hurry to collect his homework, and took out the papers he bought yesterday and continued writing.

After solving the big problem that he didn't finish yesterday, Fang Xi threw away the pen and stretched.Almost everyone in the classroom had arrived, so Fang Xi stood up and collected homework one by one.

When he walked to Yang Xiaoxuan's position, Fang Xi keenly noticed that her eyes were a little red and she looked sleepy.Because time was too late, Fang Xi didn't rush to ask, and planned to chat with her after lunch break.

The whole morning class is over very quickly, this is true for Fang Xi, but not necessarily for other students.After eating at noon, a large piece fell on the desk, and some of them were so sleepy that their saliva dripped onto the desk.

Fang Xi took out the paper habitually, and the moment he picked up the pen, he thought of Yang Xiaoxuan.He turned his head and took a look. It happened that Yang Xiaoxuan was passing a note to her deskmate.

A little far away, Fang Xi couldn't read the words on the note clearly, and the more he couldn't see clearly, the more the spirit of gossip in his heart burned.After a bit of twitching, he tore a piece of paper and wrote a sentence, and threw it on Yang Xiaoxuan's desk.

The two girls turned their heads in unison like a groundhog, and found that it was the ball of paper thrown by Fang Xi. They looked at each other and quickly took it apart.

The deskmate covered his mouth and snickered, wrote a line and threw it back.

'Yesterday you went shopping with Xuan, and Xuan's boyfriend saw it. He misunderstood the relationship between you. '

'in argument? '

'Yes,' this sentence was crossed out before it was finished, and another line was written below it: 'There was no quarrel, I explained it clearly, but he was not happy. '

This line of words was also crossed out, and another line was added below: "It's just a quarrel, and that person still scolded Xuan for being flamboyant. There's something wrong with that, even if he's jealous, he can't say it so badly." '

Fang Xi looked at the 'frivolous' on the back of the paper, pursed his lips, and wrote solemnly: "If you really like it, even if you get angry, you won't have the heart to hurt him."

After finishing writing, he folded the note and raised his hand to throw it out. Suddenly, he stretched out a hand from behind and snatched the paper.

"?!"

The three of them turned their heads immediately, and saw Ji Lingyang standing behind them, holding a small note in his hand, opening it to read in front of them.

Yang Xiaoxuan panicked and wanted to snatch it back, but Fang Xi held her down across the aisle.

Fang Xi made a quiet gesture to her, stood up by himself, and stretched out his hand facing Ji Lingyang.

Ji Lingyang glanced over the contents of the note, unexpectedly there was no gloating expression on his face, but a sense of relief that he didn't even notice.He randomly pinched the note in his hand into a ball, raised his hand and threw it on Yang Xiaoxuan's desk, with the corner of his mouth curled up into a disdainful smile.Then, as if he didn't see Fang Xi's outstretched hand, he swaggered through the aisle, and deliberately squeezed Fang Xi to stagger when he passed by Fang Xi's side.

Fang Xi: What's wrong?

The sound of the seat hitting the desk woke up several classmates, Fang Xi hurriedly sat back and took the time to glance at Yang Xiaoxuan.

Holding the refolded note, Yang Xiaoxuan was lost in thought.Seeing Fang Xi looking at her, she forced a smile and shook her head.

After all, it's someone else's business, even the old neighbor of seven or eight years can't directly tell her to break up.Fang Xi spread his hands secretly, opened the test paper on the table, and plunged into the ocean of exercises again.

There are a total of four classes in the afternoon. Unlike other schools that have compulsory evening self-study, it takes at most twenty minutes before school ends here.

When the third-year high school students walked out of the classroom door, only the fourth floor where they were located was still lit in the entire teaching building.

Ji Lingyang declined the invitation of the two little followers to go to the Internet cafe to play Paradise 2 (curly-haired treat Xiao Siyan pays), not because he doesn't want to play, but because someone wants to come back today.

Walking through three traffic lights along the road, and turning two alleys, before the sun set, Ji Lingyang finally came to the old community which was only two stops away from the school.

There is no official community name here, just a few six-storey old buildings crowded side by side, and Ji Lingyang's home is on the fourth floor of the innermost building.

Ji Lingyang climbed up the stairs step by step, and stopped in front of a brand-new anti-theft door that didn't match the old corridor.As if this was the magic door where the dragon was imprisoned, Ji Lingyang was unable to take out the key for a long time. Just as he mustered up the courage to put his hand into his pocket, there was a burst of curses from the door.

"What do you think about every day? I said I would meet clients anytime, but you still put garlic in the dishes!"

"..."

"I'll reason with you, why are you crying!"

"..."

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound from inside the door.

Ji Lingyang's pupils constricted instantly, and he stared at the decoration on the door, his hands clenched into fists.

The door of the room next door opened with a "squeak", and a middle-aged woman with hot waves poked her head out from inside.Seeing Ji Lingyang standing stiffly like a statue, she was a little surprised, then sighed, and closed the door again.

I don't know how long it took, the afterglow of the sun has completely dissipated, only the light reflected from the balcony of the opposite house, projected in through the hollow decoration of the outer wall of the corridor, and fell mottled on the stairs.

Ji Lingyang took out the key, because he had been holding it in his palm, and it was covered with beads of sweat.He rubbed hard on his trousers, found the largest one, and inserted it into the keyhole.

With the sound of the door hinge turning, the door slowly opened outwards, and the pale lights in the room and the tempting aroma of vegetables gushed out at the same time, all over Ji Lingyang's body.

Mother Ji came out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes, and when she saw her son at the door, she immediately raised a smile: "Xiao Yang is back, come in quickly and turn on the air conditioner at home to cool off. The dishes are ready, just put down your schoolbag and come Eat. By the way, when your dad came back today, I specially made braised hairtail, don't you like hairtail the most?"

Looking at his mother's busy figure, Ji Lingyang returned to the room in silence, threw his schoolbag on the floor, turned and walked into the living room.

The dining table was full of dishes, roast duck, braised octopus, white-cut beef, shiitake mushrooms and cabbage, each of which was Ji Lingyang's favorite, but none of them had garlic.

Sitting at the table was a middle-aged man with a straight face. His facial features were quite similar to Ji Lingyang's, even his cold expression was the same.

"Dad." Ji Lingyang shouted without any emotion.

Father Ji gave a "hmm", as if he felt that his attitude was not friendly enough, he barely raised the corner of his mouth, showing a smile that could not be called loving.

"came back?"

"Ah."

"How has your study been recently?"

"It's still the same."

"Just keep it like this, and don't take the test too badly. If the score is not enough, I will find someone, and you will always learn."

"Got it, Dad."

Ji's father didn't care about the task-like conversation. He was in sales, and he was out of business all year round. It wasn't surprising that his son and him had a strange relationship.Looking at his son, whose height was about the same as his own, Father Ji raised his hand, wanting to pat his son on the shoulder.However, before the hand dropped, Ji Lingyang quickly dodged it.

Ji's father's complexion was a little bad for a moment, and a trace of anger floated between his brows.

Ji's mother was originally standing at the kitchen door watching the scene of "Father is kind and son is filial piety", but when Ji's father changed his face, she hurried up to smooth things over.

"Xiao Yang, have you washed your hands? If you don't wash your hands, you are not allowed to eat." Ji Lingyang was driven away, and Ji's mother served Ji's father another meal. Every time Yang came back, he was covered in sweat, and anyone who touched him would have sticky hands."

Father Ji seemed to accept this reason, and when Ji Lingyang came out after changing his clothes, his face had regained the kindness just now, and he even took the initiative to help his son grab a piece of hairtail.

Mother Ji also smiled and urged: "It's rare for your father to come back, don't be in a daze, eat more."

Ji Lingyang looked at the fake real smiles on the faces of the two, picked up a ball of rice and put it in his mouth.

Soft and moist, but the sweet aroma of the past can no longer be tasted.