Xiao Lang Jing

The dormitory administrator found a lot of sketches from his luggage.Human body sketches, the paintings are all men's human bodies.Song Qiran's diagnosis and treatment records were clearly written in the medical record book, and it was clearly written that this boy had a crush, and it was a man.

Homosexuality is the most despicable disease in the rehabilitation center. The supervisors looked at Song Qiran and felt that he would not learn well at a young age. His family sent him in for treatment, but he dared to hide so many explicit things in his carry-on luggage .Of course you will be punished.They punished Song Qiran to go to the confinement room to face the wall to think about his mistakes and write an examination, and then copied the code of conduct in the rehabilitation center, especially reading the description of those unhealthy thoughts.As for those rebellious sketches, of course they were all torn up and thrown away.

A man came up to snatch the album and destroy it in front of Song Qiran, but he failed to tear it up. Song Qiran, who was originally quiet, suddenly resisted fiercely.He looked gentle, who would have thought that he would suddenly feel like being pricked by a needle. He would fight them desperately for a picture book, and if he was not strong enough, he would bite with his mouth. At that time, the administrator holding the sketchbook directly called him He took a bloody bite.Song Qiran, who broke free, hugged the painting book in his arms, and no one was allowed to touch it. No matter who came close, he would stare at it like a fierce little beast, with a little bit of blood on the corner of his lips, His whole face was covered with indescribable haze emotions.

The administrator glanced at the medical record, and stopped at the words "violent tendencies" in it.So, destruction was changed to confiscation, Song Qiran's sketchbook was locked in the file cabinet of the rehabilitation center, and his face-to-face thinking was changed to corporal punishment, but corporal punishment was the worst.

Under the scorching sun at noon in the dog days, the supervisor blew his whistle and watched him run laps on the playground in front of the dormitory building over and over again, not allowed to drink water, not allowed to slow down, and not allowed to stop halfway to rest.Otherwise, you will be fined.

Song Qiran ran ten laps, he suffered from heat stroke, and when he returned to the dormitory, he was so exhausted that he could barely stand on his own.Liu Nengbin, who was lying on the bed, took a look at him, poured out a cup of cold water from the electric kettle, and brought it to his mouth.

Song Qiran noticed that he was chewing something sweet, like bubble gum.

The rehabilitation center is under militarized management. Everyone who enters has their mobile phones confiscated. It is strictly forbidden to bring novels, comics, and snacks into the dormitory.He didn't know where Liu Nengbin got the bubble gum.

Liu Nengbin saw Song Qiran paralyzed by the door as if he was useless, so he simply moved the whole kettle to his feet, thinking that he would not be able to get up for a while, so he sat by the door with him.After Song Qiran drank the third glass of water, and the fever-like blush on his face subsided a little, he asked him leisurely:

"What's wrong with your picture book? You have to run around for an inspection. Are you sick?"

"I'm an art student." Song Qiran replied, "I don't like others touching my paintings."

"Come on." Liu Nengbin choked on him, "There are so many paintings by art students, why are you full of men?"

"Have you seen my sketch?" Song Qiran's gaze suddenly stabbed like a knife, Liu Nengbin froze for a moment, and avoided his eyes.

He has figured out Song Qiran a little bit in the past two days. This person usually looks like a fool, but once he encounters a problem that he is particularly concerned about, he can suddenly become fierce. messed with.

"I saw it when the housekeeper was about to tear it up just now. You thought I had no eyes." Liu Nengbin said in a low voice.He thought of something, and asked tentatively, "Hey, isn't it the man you said touched your ass?"

After a while, the vigilant look in Song Qiran's eyes dissipated, he drank the last sip of water in the cup, and supported himself to stand up with Liu Nengbin's help.Liu Nengbin supported him, put him on the bed, and when he was about to leave, he heard Song Qiran answering while massaging his cramped leg:

"It's him."

Liu Nengbin turned around.

"Fine, you. You can make other people undress and become models. I don't see that you are quite good at seductive."

Song Qiran frowned again.

"He didn't model for me," he said, "I painted it secretly."

Liu Nengbin stared at his face, even more surprised.

"You are good enough..."

Now, in his imagination, Song Qiran has become the kind of little stalker who steals through windows to peep at others.But it's not right, just like Song Qiran, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it.Liu Nengbin was puzzled again.

He really couldn't figure it out, but Song Qiran didn't intend to explain.

He was indeed not a voyeur, and he only discovered it by accident.There is a small bamboo garden behind the playground of his school, which is secluded, and there is a small pavilion that shelters from the wind and rain. Some students in the art test class like to go there to draw and sit for a whole day.Song Qiran was one of them.Behind the bamboo garden is the outer wall of the No. [-] Middle School. I didn’t know what happened that year, and termites were offended, and a large piece of the wall was eaten away by the insects. The school asked a special person to repair it. A few days later, the special person left. ladder.

At first, Song Qiran just wanted to climb up to have a look, maybe there would be a good view for him to take two photos and copy it down.He noticed at that time that the top of the wall of Xiaozhuyuan was facing the second floor of the dormitory of the Sixth Middle School Police Station.

And it is still the side side, the whole building can see a cross-section with windows.And inside that window is the public bathroom of the dormitory.The path below is remote, and there is no one there all year round, and the dormitory is full of old men, and no one hangs curtains in the shower.

That day, Song Qiran waited there as if possessed by a ghost.He didn't know what he was waiting for.Song Qiran hadn't seen that policeman since he went to that police station to report the case last time. He didn't even know his name, but he was bewitched and dreamed of him again and again.Every time he dreamed of that person, he would still bend over and touch him as if he was in the police station for the first time, and a large piece would loosen when he touched the collar of the uniform. Looking away, as soon as you look up, you can see the smiling face of the man, simple and enthusiastic, dazzling.

He always wanted to see each other again.

Inexplicably, he would recall the appearance of that man in his uniform. He was a ruffian, and the uniform buttons were not fully buttoned. It seemed that he did not comply with the dress code, but he was very chic and good-looking.Song Qiran himself found a lot of photos of the police in uniform on the Internet, but he didn't think they were as attractive as when the man bent over and slapped his buttocks, which made his face heat up.

After that, Song Qiran would go to the small bamboo garden every time after school, and within a few days, he was lying on the wall and waiting for Zhao Meng.It was also a very hot day, and the heat didn't dissipate after sunset, and it was stuffy and damp in the evening, and the sweat didn't evaporate, and it didn't relieve the heat at all, but it became more and more profuse.The police uniform was dark and airtight. After wearing it for a day, Zhao Meng looked like he had been fished out of the river when he returned to the dormitory.

When he came into view, Song Qiran was still squatting on the wall to feed the mosquitoes, a string of small bags fell on his upper arm, and he bent his elbows to dig it out with great effort.Then he saw Zhao Meng.

He saw clearly this time that Zhao Meng was very different.

The man has muscles, but they are not the exaggerated lines that are bulged in the gym. The shape of his muscle fibers and the evenly dyed black on the surface of his skin are all produced by working in the fields. Natural firmness and strength, every muscle is tense, but there is a toughness.Even in the eyes of Song Qiran, who practiced his figure in front of the plaster statue all day long, it was quite a beautiful body.

Song Qiran lay there, with only a pair of eyes protruding from the top of the wall. He kept staring at the window, and finally couldn't hold it back. He took out his sketchbook and scribbled a few strokes with the light of his mobile phone.

He was very serious and shy when he did that, holding his breath and blushing, as if he was having an affair with someone.He himself finds it strange that he has grown up to such an age and has never even talked to anyone about love, so how could he somehow think of the word cheating.But when the tip of the pen landed on the paper and outlined the line of Zhao Meng's waist in his mind with the rustling sound, he felt as if he was touching that place in the air, and he could easily imagine the temperature and touch.

Song Qiran was very excited. He still remembered that the instructor said in class that a good painter will meet his own muse. After meeting, other models will become dead objects in his eyes. The painter will always think about the muse surrounding him. The muse paints, because only by facing her can all the inspiration burst out.Song Qiran's mind is full of Zhao Meng now, he doesn't know if this is a similar feeling, he just feels sour and swollen, he has never experienced it before.

He couldn't control his hand, every stroke seemed like a crime, like blasphemy, but he couldn't help but continue.He has never been so focused on painting before, time and the wind mixed with heat seemed to stand still in place, Song Qiran's sweat dripped all the way down the painting arm onto the paper, soaking the edge of the book, It was wrinkled with bubbles, but he didn't notice it.

That time he peeked at Zhao Meng until the other party left. He looked at every inch of the person's body, but he didn't have the same lower body disobedience as the first time Zhao Meng touched him.

The disobedient one was replaced by a suddenly enriched expression on his face.

After turning off the light of the mobile phone, Song Qiran sat on the ladder, no one could see him in the dark, he groped for the completed sketch paper, frowned for a while, and smiled for a while, when he laughed, he was very dazed, A little distressed, but presumptuous, I don't know it.

"You like that person so much? You don't even want to touch a painting?" Song Qiran came to his senses when he asked Liu Nengbin on the bed.

"what?"

"I said, do you know that you like him so much?"

"He doesn't know..." Song Qiran replied.

"You dare not say?" Liu Nengbin asked again.

"I was going to say it." Song Qiran told Liu Nengbin, "I want to tell him when I'm done."

His birthday is in December, Sagittarius.It was more than a month away from the date, who would have thought that Zhao Meng had an accident on 11.4.After that, something was wrong with him, and he often couldn't control his emotions. Even if he wanted to tell him, he couldn't say it.

"Why wait?" Liu Nengbin didn't understand.

Song Qiran didn't understand why he didn't react.

"It's considered an adult," he replied, adding an additional explanation, "I like a policeman."

It took a full five seconds for Liu Nengbin to understand the logic of Song Qiran's words. He fell on the bed as if he had a sudden cramp, and burst out laughing like crazy. , while laughing and cursing:

"Song Xi! You're a fucking comedian, let me tell you!"

You can die of laughter, are you still afraid that the police will arrest themselves if they commit minor crimes?

"I've never seen a homosexual with such a clear brain circuit as you!" Liu Nengbin couldn't help laughing, and finally found a gap to catch his breath, pointed to Song Qiran and said, "I tell you, don't care how old you are, you run away!" In front of others, they should scold you or scold you. Straight men are like this. They think that homosexuality is a pervert. It is unlucky to get involved in it, which is similar to dirty things. Maybe you speak up earlier. You are underage. You child, but you won't scold too badly."

Song Qiran lowered his head.

Would Zhao Meng scold him? It was the first time he realized this question, and he didn't seem to have seriously thought about it.He fell into thought, and shook his head after a while.

"No," he said suddenly. "He's a good cop. A very good man. Even if he doesn't like me, he won't be like you say."

Song Qiran's tone was very firm.

Liu Nengbin suddenly stopped laughing.

He looked him up and down a few times.The sweat dripping from Song Qiran's skin when he was running just now was still half dry. He sat on the bed with his knees hugged, and stepped on the edge of the bed with his toes bare. It looks weak and innocent.

That picture made Liu Nengbin's eyes stained with a little dark emotion.

"Really," he said softly absent-mindedly, "it seems that you are lucky..."

How about luck, Song Qiran thought.

He once followed behind Zhao Meng and tried his best to attract that person's attention, but Zhao Meng didn't seem to notice him at all. Maybe that person never thought that anyone in this world had such a thought for him.

Song Qiran sighed.

"I just wanted to tell him. I didn't want him to accept me. After all, I think he still likes girls..."

Liu Nengbin glanced at him, then moved his gaze out of the window.

"That's not true," he said lightly, "Most boys in this world like girls."

The author has something to say

Remember the story about the squatting cable thief who was punished by the captain to pick up cigarette butts when Zhao Menghe Ranran returned to No. 23 Middle School in Chapter [-]? I suffocated for twenty chapters, but it suffocated me to death)