Xiao Lang Jing

Song Qiran was riding on Zhao Meng, who was crying.

His hand was scratched, and Zhao Meng took him to the infirmary of the police station for disinfection and bandaging. Now it is wrapped with gauze, and the air smells strongly of disinfectant.But he couldn't feel the pain in the palm of his hand at all. He pressed Zhao Meng stubbornly, unbuttoned his clothes, and stroked down Zhao Meng's neck—he just didn't let Zhao Meng go.

He took the medicine today, straddled Zhao Meng and kissed him until his lips and cheeks were hot and humid, but his lower abdomen remained calm and motionless, but Song Qiran ignored him. He untied Zhao Meng's belt and pulled it open His trousers, and then bit Zhao Meng's tongue, as if he was about to suck blood from that wet piece of flesh, the empty room was full of the metal sound of the belt buckle knocking.

Zhao Meng wanted to appease his sudden panic, but he was afraid of damaging the freshly wrapped wound, so he was helpless, so he could only call him softly:

"Little guy...uh——!"

Song Qiran sat back.Neither of them made any preparations, no lubrication, no foreplay, the space that was forcibly opened was full of dry and rough oppression, which forced the second half of Zhao Meng's words back, and even his eyes were so painful that only white light flashed in front of him. .Song Qiran shook twice, whimpering from the depths of his throat, while Zhao Mengyi's forehead was sweating even his lips were trembling, this wasn't sex, it was a bloody fight, but Zhao Meng endured it silently.

He covered Song Qiran's side face covered with cold tears with his palm.

His heart hurt even more.

The sense of powerlessness and guilt almost overwhelmed him. The words that Aunt Xia said before she left still hit his heart forcefully. He hoped to come up with a solution, but his head could only An empty shell remains.He can't help Song Qiran, and he can't honor his parents. Looking back on his 36 years of life, none of the things he has experienced can be regarded as a complete success. Someone was unwilling to let him go.

He guessed why Song Qiran suddenly lost control, and his eyes were sour and swollen uncontrollably because of that guess.

Zhao Meng sighed.

"Little guy, are you so reluctant to part with me..."

Song Qiran trembled a bit, a drop of his tear fell on Zhao Meng's chest, he stopped, almost bleeding from his own torture.

He is even more sad than Zhao Meng.

He looked at Aunt Xia scolding Zhao Meng but couldn't interrupt, as if seeing every sentence turned into an invisible sharp knife on Zhao Meng's chest, he realized that he had never bothered to understand the situation of Zhao Meng's family. , and never considered his difficulties from Zhao Meng's perspective.He has always only known Zhao Menghao, but neglected that such a good person has no reason to hurt his family who loves him.But he just kept following the other person asking for promises, trying to forcibly keep this person by his side, and even told him those things about finding a partner to marry in order to deceive his parents for the rest of his life.

It wasn't until tonight that Song Qiran realized his selfishness for the first time.There was only a feeling of numbness in his chest cavity, and the pain seemed to form a vacuum, piercing through the entire chest and abdomen.His hands were unable to find a fulcrum, and they hung powerlessly on Zhao Meng's chest. He lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and said tremblingly to Zhao Meng, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

He apologized because he realized that even though he had seen clearly all the injuries Zhao Meng had suffered, the instinct in his body was still screaming loudly at this moment, which made him fear only one thing, he was afraid that Zhao Meng would leave.

Even at this moment, he still wanted Zhao Meng to stay so much, it was so selfish that he felt terrible.

He was afraid that Zhao Meng would be disheartened because of Aunt Xia's accusation, and he would just find a girl to deal with him for the rest of his life.He was afraid that Zhao Meng would develop a rift because of his sudden illness, and felt that being with him would only cause endless trouble and pain.He is even more afraid that Zhao Meng is actually more gentle and tolerant than he imagined. He is afraid that he will not say anything. Suffering from self-repression that cannot be dismissed.He was afraid of everything, and every pain Zhao Meng suffered seemed to be on his own body.Song Qiran had taken the medicine for so many years, he hadn't experienced feelings for a long time, and he hadn't been in pain for a long time, and suddenly it seemed that another one could make him collapse.

Zhao Meng didn't know so much, he thought Song Qiran was just flustered.He looked at Song Qiran, and also thought about his elderly parents at home, and felt that he was always unable to reassure those who needed him well, what went wrong.

The words Yue Lan said during the day suddenly echoed in his ears:

"Some hurts can never be covered up but only made up for."

Yue Lan said that he would understand one day, but it didn't take long for God to let him understand.

It's funny, when he lived to this age, he suddenly realized that he didn't see as clearly as a girl in her early twenties.

He wanted to fulfill his parents' wishes, but he couldn't fall in love with girls.He likes Song Qiran, but he can't always give him a sense of security.He shouldn't be so busy suffering himself, because those two things are really one thing, they hang in the air, and it's all because of his own innocence that it's turned into torture.

In fact, he should have understood long ago - in life, after all, he can only do what he can do.

Zhao Meng raised his hand to support Song Qiran's waist, pinched his waist, Song Qiran yelled, Zhao Meng just smiled, and the bitter expression on his face had been put away.

"Come down," he said, like soothing a troubled child.

Song Qiran shook his head.

"Come down, mess around." Zhao Meng said it again, slapping the child's hair and messing it up. "Lie down quickly and give you medicine, or you will have a pain in the buttocks if you wait until tomorrow."

"I'm not afraid of pain." Song Qiran remained still.

Zhao Meng didn't realize until today that Song Qiran was still stubborn.He stopped talking nonsense, wrapped his arms around the man's waist, pressed him to the side, and the world spun, and Song Qiran was thrown into the bed by him.The beds in the infirmary all have elastic joints, which shake and creak.

"If you hurt, I will hurt too." Zhao Meng pressed him and said, his voice was still a little hoarse, as if he was really suffering, Song Qiran didn't struggle and didn't move when he heard it.

Zhao Meng's original intention was that his heart would hurt, and before he had time to lift his pants, he clattered to turn over the medicine bottle. Song Qiran, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes wide, following a specific point and dangling his eyes. It was not until Zhao Meng took back a tube of erythromycin ointment that he suddenly said:

"But you don't hurt, you are hard."

damn it.Faced with such straightforward doubts, Zhao Meng only blushed.

"I'm a man too, try being forced on the bed by the person you like, and see if you're hard."

He buried his head down to apply the medicine, and whispered, "Don't do this again in the future. I said I would watch over you and stay with you. When did I ever lie to you?"

Song Qiran blinked.Never cheated, he knew.

He bit his lip, yes, Zhao Meng always kept his word, only he was like a hopeless person, losing control of his emotions repeatedly, messing around and causing countless troubles to the other party.As soon as he thought about it, he didn't like himself like this.Then why does Zhao Meng like it?He likes it now, how long can it last.Song Qiran lowered his head, not even daring to look at Zhao Meng's face, Zhao Meng's little thing was sticking to the edge of the bed, dangling under his eyelids as he applied the medicine, he thought for a while, and stretched out his hand to grab it. Lived in the other party's high-spirited little brother.

Zhao Meng froze.

"Then I'll help you with my hands?" He asked in a flattering voice.The corners of the eyes droop slightly, red like a rabbit.

After the medicine was finished, Zhao Meng didn't speak, Song Qiran was still holding on to it, Zhao Meng wanted to let him go, but he saw Song Qiran's limp little thing, shivering and shivering into a ball, looking as pitiful as his flustered master, his heart ached. A flash of impatience suddenly flashed down, he put aside his hands and picked him up and put him on his lap, sitting on the edge of the bed, the roughness and warmth enveloped Song Qiran's body in an instant, he kneaded gently, like playing with two small wild fruit.The face in his arms was burning, and he kept picking at his palm.

"No, I've taken medicine and I won't feel comfortable..."

It didn't occur to him that he was wrong.

Zhao Meng wasn't helping him to release, the gentle and silent touch was a completely different feeling, very light and delicate, like a mother patting a baby's back, his hands spread out, much bigger than his , wrapped him tightly, every inch of skin could touch the callused palm, Song Qiran unconsciously bent his legs, and arched his body like a kitten.

"How does it feel?" Zhao Meng asked him.

It's not the feeling of extreme happiness, like clouds floating in the air, light and floating.

"Want to pee..." he said honestly.

"Then pee."

As soon as Zhao Meng finished speaking, he trembled.

Song Qiran was stunned, he was frozen in place like a stone, never expecting such an ending.Zhao Meng found a piece of gauze to wipe his hands, then picked him up and put him on a dry recliner next to the bed. The coat that he had just taken off was covered on the recliner. Huhu.

"You are just like my brother," Zhao Meng said to him while making the messy bed, "he is 13 years younger than me, and I have already gone to middle school. I had to change his diaper, but later I thought it was troublesome, so I pissed him, held the chick in my hand and flicked him, and he became obedient."

He was laughing, the fire in his crotch that had not been taken care of had been extinguished, he had put on his pants long ago, and he looked like a normal person.

Song Qiran was so ashamed that he couldn't face others, but when he raised his head, he bumped into Zhao Meng's eyes full of smiles, filled with pampering and tenderness, which couldn't be melted away, as if it wanted to fill him up and drown him.

Song Qiran's heartbeat miraculously calmed down, and even the last lingering pain in his brain disappeared without a trace.Zhao Meng was just comforting him, obviously he himself was the one who needed comfort most tonight, Song Qiran didn't say anything yet, he jumped out and chased away all those annoying things.

Song Qiran realized that he might never meet someone like Zhao Meng again.

"But what are you going to do..." He asked crying out of guilt.

He thought Zhao Meng would sigh, after all, when Aunt Xia was here tonight, his expression looked so bitter.But Zhao Meng was only silent for a few seconds, then came over and squatted beside him.

He pinched Song Qiran's feet in his hands and wiped his wet toes one by one.

"You heard it too. I told my third aunt that I would go home and give my parents an explanation. It's almost the National Day of the [-]th. I don't worry about leaving you alone in the provincial capital. If you also have a holiday, I will take Why don't you go to your hometown together? But that place is not very interesting, and it takes a long time on the road, would you like to?"

Song Qiran couldn't believe that he would hear these words.He held Zhao Meng's face.

"I promise you whatever you say."

Zhao Meng looked at him closely for a long time.

"Little guy, give me a hug."

Song Qiran hugged her tightly.Zhao Meng knelt on the ground, buried in his shoulder, finally let go of a string, and took a deep breath.