Zha Gong cried bitterly for me after rebirth

At this time, Bai Qingjiu was only 23 years old. He had just graduated from university, and he did this kind of thing with Mr. Murong in the apartment building. The small room was dark and narrow, and every little sound could be heard clearly. Bai Qingjiu I didn't dare to make a sound, didn't dare to call out, I could only shed tears silently.

The small wooden bed creaked and creaked, and Murong Qin said with disgust on the way: "Can this bed also sleep people?"

You not only sleep, but also enjoy it.

Bai Qingjiu listened to the sound of the bed board shaking, afraid that it would collapse, and the sound was...unbearable, Bai Qingjiu thought he had experienced five years and his skin was thick enough, but he was still ashamed and didn't dare to look at him.

Murong Qin hugged him down: "It's too noisy, go to another place."

The room is only so big, where can I change it? I think back then, the first time for Bai Qingjiu was on the [-]-meter-large bed in Murong Da’s mansion. Feel.

What is it now, the venue for the event is less than ten square meters, which is about 200 yuan a night.

Murong Qin pressed him into the narrow bathroom, it was too crowded to stand alone, let alone two people stacked together, with the curtain drawn, each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

Murong Qin pinched his ear, and it turned red: "You seem quite skilled."

Bai Qingjiu couldn't deny that he mastered every little movement of Murong Qin proficiently, and was so proficient at when to lie down or stand up.

I am too selfish, selfishly occupied you for five years, and want to occupy every upside-down time of yours.

Bai Qingjiu also knew clearly that Murong Qin's possessiveness was so strong that he was definitely not a person willing to wear a cuckold. What he said about killing the child was just a short-term coaxing.

Bai Qingjiu can only follow him at this time, after this night, when Murong Qin has had enough fun, he will naturally forget about this matter and pursue new goals.

If there is no white wine, there must be many little boys around Murong Qin, who are prettier than him, smarter than him, and more sensible than him.

The night was too long, Bai Qingjiu didn't know what time it was, and he didn't know whether he was awake or dreamy. He vaguely heard Murong Qin say: "If I knew this, I should have eaten you at that time."

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In the dream, Bai Qingjiu returned to the day of the graduation ceremony. Murong Qin graduated two years earlier than him. As the No.1 school director who just left the campus, he came to the ceremony as a matter of course.

Even though it happened not long before this timeline, Bai Qingjiu felt so far away, if he didn't think about it, he would never care about this day in his life.

That night, after everyone drank some wine, Shen Zhuo plucked up the courage to ask Mo Yanchen for his phone number. Bai Qingjiu packed up his drawing board paint, staggered on the road, bumped into someone unexpectedly, and the paint stained the place. all in one.

"I'm sorry." Bai Qingjiu wiped it off with his hands, not only could it not be wiped off, but it also covered a large area of ​​flowers, willows and greens.

"Oh, what can I do about this?"

The man looked very upset and took off his coat: "Forget it, throw it in the trash can."

"No, I can't." Bai Qingjiu hugged his arm: "It's a pity to throw it away. I'll wash it for you and make sure it's clean."

"Don't come near me!"

Bai Qingjiu was taken aback for a moment, raised his eyes to look at him, and then muttered after a while: "Murong...senior."

Murong Qin looked down at him: "You are Xia Yu's brother."

"Yes, yes, my name is Bai Qingjiu, I participated in the debate competition with you, I played for you, I... I also signed up for the scholarship established by you..."

Bai Qingjiu had never chattered like this before, holding onto others that he knew everything about him, but he didn't know anything about him.

"I'm sorry, but I'm actually just a student of painting. I'm far behind you, and I won't be able to catch up with you in my whole life."

Murong Qin frowned: "Learned to paint?"

"Yes!" Bai Qingjiu grabbed his hand and insisted on pulling him to the gallery, very proudly: "Look! This is drawn by me, do you like it? If you like it, I will give it to you."

Murong Qin was taken aback. This painting was called "Lonely Moonlight". It turned out that the painting he saw in the studio was painted by this little lunatic who had no sense of existence.

Bai Qingjiu was disappointed and said: "I forgot, this painting won the third prize in the competition, so I can't give it to you. In fact... Actually, I want to give it to you. I think you will definitely hang it on the wall. It is best to hang it at home. A conspicuous place, a place you can see every day when you look up, unfortunately, there is no chance."

Murong Qin showed a rare smile: "I can."

"what?"

"Little lunatic, don't drag me, I'm very busy."

"Ah, where is my key?" Bai Qingjiu rummaged around, but it was gone, looking extremely stupid.

Murong Qin snorted and picked up a rusty key from the ground: "Little lunatic, here is the key."

Bai Qingjiu rushed over to grab him, but was lost, almost lost his footing and fell, Murong Qin reached out his hand to stop his waist: "Do you want to?"

"Yes, yes."

Murong Qin looked down at his slender, white and tender neck, like a porcelain vase, which would shatter if pinched lightly.

He has appeared in front of his eyes many times, as insignificant as a speck of dust, Murong Qin would never notice this person, but for some reason, his heart is filled with anger.

Murong Qin threw the key out: "Give it back to you."

Bai Qingjiu reached out to take it, holding Murong Qin's dirty clothes in one hand, and the messy painting in the other: "Thank you, I will wash the clothes and return them to you, oh no, where is the apartment?"

Murong Qin snorted coldly: "Not only crazy but also stupid."

Bai Qingjiu turned around in a circle: "It seems to be over there."

"Over there is the playground." Murong Qin moved him in a direction: "Where are you going? I'll see you off."

"Oh, that's really great!" Bai Qingjiu happily pointed forward, "It's right there, not far away."

"I suspect you did it on purpose."

Bai Qingjiu had never walked so long with Murong Qin alone, tiptoeing to hold the painting, not daring to say a word, it was like a dream, his head was dizzy.

Arriving at the dilapidated apartment building, Bai Qingjiu stood in front of a small wooden door, unable to spare his hand to get the key.

Murong Qin glanced down at him, thinking that he must be crazy to come upstairs, seeing his submissive look, he put his hand into his trouser pocket.

What kind of pants are these? They are tight and deep. Why are his legs so cold through a layer of fabric?

Murong Qin searched for a long time before he clipped the key out, pressed against his back and opened the door, Bai Qingjiu was surrounded by him, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to move, his ears and face were completely red.

Murong Qin pushed open the door and said with disgust, "It's so small."

Bai Qingjiu put down the painting, a little embarrassed: "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

"Is there any water?"

"Have!"