godfather

The two of them sat on a row of long sofas at the back of the video room, the cigarette smoke was lingering, the screen lens was shaking, and the purple-red flannel of the sofa was covered with a layer of light and shadow, making it even more ambiguous.

Meng Xiaobei remembers that one of the films was "The True Colors of Heroes", the most popular Hong Kong film produced on the big screen in the past two years.Shaotang rested his arm lightly on Xiaobei's shoulders, being infected by the plot of the movie, he sincerely praised Chow Yun-fat for being good and manly.Meng Xiaobei said, you are more masculine than Chow Yun Fat, Shaotang, you are wearing a black windbreaker, what kind of sunglasses do you wear?Shaotang smiled without answering, pinching the soft flesh on his ribs with his palms, tickling him.

Meng Xiaobei was mostly not watching movies.He bought a bag of big, sweet and crispy dates from Huimin Street, and stuffed them one by one for Shaotang to eat, to relieve boredom.

With the help of the weak light on the screen, Meng Xiaobei saw the little boss lying on a small wire bed at the entrance of the video hall, waving a big cattail fan to cool off.The delicate boy sat cross-legged at his feet, silent, and weaving a flower rope bracelet in his hand.

Meng Xiaobei winked, hey, those two men are a couple.

Shaotang narrowed his eyes and looked over, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he mouthed, "Don't look around, nonsense will cause trouble."

Meng Xiaobei rolled his eyelids with a sly expression: It must be.

Others can't tell unless they look carefully, the little boss looks like a jerk, with cyan tattoos on his bare spine, but the big cattail fan in his hand is not for himself, but for the boy next to him. , manually fanning the cool breeze to serve the "horse"... Some things have nothing to do with gender, or even species, as long as they are in pairs, the scene is extremely harmonious. After watching it, it makes people feel sincerely that the life of ordinary people is so beautiful.

Shaotang may have been tired from a business trip, half-closed his eyes and dozed off.

Meng Xiaobei whispered, "You lie on my lap and sleep, okay?"

Shaotang shook his head and said no, Meng Xiaobei had already lifted up before he finished speaking, "Then I'll lie on your lap."

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys are the age of tigers and wolves. They have lost their virginity and miss them all the time.Meng Xiaobei just rubbed his thighs with his little dad's thighs to watch a movie, and he couldn't help but get hard. "The True Colors of a Hero" is wonderful and exciting, Meng Xiaobei is watching a movie, and the lower part of his body is stunned to endure the whole movie!He quickly slumped onto the sofa, turned his body sideways, and rested his head on Shaotang's thigh.He looked up, and Shaotang was also staring down at his face.Shaotang's handsome and handsome face reflected the red light reflected on the screen, and the shadows of each other throbbed in the eyes of both of them.

Shaotang reached into Meng Xiaobei's round-neck T-shirt, with a heavy hand, stroking his ribs.

Meng Xiaobei covered his head with the shirt that Shaotang had taken off, creating a puff of heat.The steaming heat made his brain congested with blood.He unzipped Shaotang's pants chain and kissed her.

Shaotang's thigh shook violently and almost threw the big baby off.His abdominal muscles trembled, he never expected that Meng Xiaobei would kiss him there, he had never kissed him before, and it was in a large crowd, even if the lights were dark, no one noticed them immediately!Shaotang wanted to stop this little bastard, and grabbed Meng Xiaobei's wrist, the skin of both of them seemed to be glued together and couldn't be pulled apart.

Shaotang also hardened quickly, swollen greatly, straight up from the hidden part of the crotch, and stuck upward between the thighs.

Meng Xiaobei squinted badly: "I can't take it back, what should I do?"

Shaotang kept a stern face, but his eyes were full of watery tenderness, letting Meng Xiaobei do whatever he wanted.Shaotang looked down condescendingly, his lips fluttered slightly: Baby...

Meng Xiaobei hugged Shaotang's waist to avoid rolling off the sofa, his shirt half covered his slow movements.Even if Shaotang hadn't taught him this, he still knew it was called oral work. The boys had watched a lot of pornographic books and videotapes, and they had learned it secretly, but they had never done it for others.Shaotang's guy had a lot going on, he opened his mouth to hold most of it, and licked it carefully with the tip of his tongue, his heart suddenly felt a layer of satisfaction, so that holding the other person in his mouth could actually make him hard.

He glanced at his little father out of the corner of his eyes, and found that Shaotang was sitting stiffly, motionless, with his legs bearing the weight of his upper body, enduring whatever he wanted.The man's part is too sensitive, no matter how strong and experienced a person is, he can't resist his lover's considerate caressing there. The light in Shaotang's eyes gradually fluttered, and his chest gushed out bursts of rough breathing like a bellows.Meng Xiaobei loves this person under his pillow, and he is willing to let him die for his little father.He wanted to make Shaotang more comfortable, so he deliberately swallowed deeply, and immediately felt exhausted.He wanted to learn to play rough and wild, but in the end he was inexperienced in skills. He was stabbed in by the red, swollen and thick soft head, stuck in the deep back, and tears burst out instantly.

Shaotang looked down, a hint of doting and distress suddenly flashed in his eyes.Shaotang subconsciously held Xiaobei's head with one hand, rubbed his hair to comfort him, and his palms were sweating passionately.

Meng Xiaobei saw that the chest of Shaotang's vest was slightly wet, and the wet spot gradually expanded to cover the entire chest.The shortness of breath made the outline of the man's chest muscles more pronounced, and the flesh color was faintly seen through the white T-shirt... It looked extremely sexy.

On the way, Xiaobei muttered in a low voice, "It's broken, it's getting bigger and bigger! Can you stretch this thing, what if you really can't go back?!"

The two of them almost made a movement, their tongues making the sound of saliva.

Suddenly someone turned up the volume of the big TV in front of the video room!

It seemed that the little boss jumped up from the bed and started to adjust it.There was a fierce battle on the screen, and the crackling sound of the rain of guns and bullets was just right to cover up the abnormal movement in the corner of the room.Meng Xiaobei blushed, stammered hard, then grabbed his younger father's hand and covered his crotch, demanding equal returns from men... Happiness in ordinary times is so simple and beautiful.

Shaotang stayed in Xi'an for a few days, and the schedule was very tight.Because he had lived in the local area and knew some people well, he came to Xi'an to talk to the person in charge of the automobile factory to discuss cooperation projects.During the day, I run around on errands, have dinner with the factory leader who is in charge of reception, and stay in a double standard room in a hotel at night, where someone else sleeps, which is inconvenient.He would rather stay up late and watch an all-night movie with Xiaobei, savoring the hard-won time spent together in hours.

Shaotang bought a set of high-end painting pens for his son from Beijing, with hard nib round nibs of various sizes, and eliminated several old pens of Xiaobei.Pens specially used for ink lines are not sold in ordinary stores. Shaotang went to many stores, and later bought this complete set of professional pens at the sales department of the Academy of Arts and Crafts.

Shaotang sat at Meng Jianmin's house for a while, and sat in front of Xiaobei's desk.On the edge of the desk close to the chest and on the tabletop, there are mottled marks from being bumped by the pen.

Later, when he had sex with Meng Xiaobei, he found that there was a horizontal and deep red mark on the pleura below the chest of the big baby, which could not be wiped off no matter how smooth it was, as if it was deeply burned into the skin surface of the upper abdomen.Looking at this table, it is clear that Meng Xiaobei is overly focused when working and has a bad sitting posture habit, and likes to use the weight of his chest to press on the table.

Meng Xiaobei usually wears sleeves when drawing, and sometimes wears an apron.He often accidentally splashed ink on his face and the wall in front of him.Once Meng Xiaojing leaned on the bedside to read a book and didn't provoke him, so he directly slapped a string of ink spots on his brother's face.He used toilet paper to absorb the tip of the pen, and there was dirty ink on the details of his nails.There was an old blue sweater, which he later used as special work clothes. The elbow on the right sleeve was scratched repeatedly, and a big hole was directly worn out. A piece of cloth was mended and continued to wear.If you change to a new work clothes, a hole will be worn out after a while.

Meng Xiaobei is also fierce and stubborn in his bones. He works hard for the career and future he likes, and he can bear hardships.

Similarly, one day in the future, let him go through the fire and water for a relationship with a person he likes, even if he is skinned and boned, he still has the savagery and courage.He has never been afraid since he was a child. He has done everything and dared to do it.

Shaotang took out two orange-yellow stones that looked like Tianhuang from his pocket, and handed them to Xiaobei: "An extra birthday present."

Shaotang said: "I'm running late this time, so I missed your birthday."

Meng Xiaobei was very considerate: "It's okay, which one of us is with whom?"

Meng Xiaobei originally realized that this stone looked familiar. It was the summer camp organized by the school when he was in elementary school many years ago. He dug a few beautiful stones on the mountain and gave them to his little dad to play with.He took a closer look and found something strange. A corner of the stone was cut off and smoothed, and words were engraved on it.

Meng Xiaobei: "You have been carved into a seal!"

Shaotang said: "I don't understand either. I took it to Liulichang and asked the master craftsman in the calligraphy and painting shop to carve it. These two stones are suitable for soft and hard texture, and the color is beautiful. You just need a chapter for painting. You can use it."

Shaotang winked and pointed at the Optimus Prime car model standing on the table: "Liangliang is really rich, and I gave you such an expensive birthday present!"

Meng Xiaobei said, "I like the gift you gave me."

The fonts of the two chapters are different, one is Yinwen [Meng Xiaobei] in Xiaozhuan script, and the other is Yangwen [Beibei] in official script, it took a lot of thought.

His little father still kept the little things between the two of them for so many years.And counting the years, these two stones should have followed Shaotang's footsteps to Inner Mongolia, Northeast China, back to Beijing, and then to Xi'an, which is the footsteps of the two along the way.Meng Xiaobei lowered his head and rubbed the two moist yellow stones, smelling them hard, the smell of earth, vegetation and time was carved into them.

It was during the few days when Shaotang was in Xi'an that Meng Xiaobei met with the local publisher again to talk about the preparation of the draft for the second book.

His set of works, one month earlier than expected, was published in the city's major bookstores before the start of school.This kind of popular reading is simple in printing and binding, and the quality is slightly rougher than formal literary publications, and it will not enter formal and serious stores such as Xinhua Bookstore.They are usually sold in small street shops, individual bookstalls, and stalls in audio-visual stores near the campus, but the sales volume is very large.

At noon, a group of students gathered in front of the bookstall at the school gate, huddled and stood in front of the bookstall to read, all of them fascinated and reluctant to leave.This was the off-campus bookstall culture at that time.

His buddy said: "Meng Xiaobei, have you read it? This book is very good."

Meng Xiaobei let out an "oh" calmly, "Is it so beautiful?"

He lingered for a few steps, swayed past, and stretched his neck to look at it from a distance.His comic "The Autobot Heroes" and Qiong Yao's "Misty Rain" "On the Water Side" and a bunch of popular martial arts romance novels are placed side by side in the middle of the bookstall, where the bestsellers are.

Another buddy said: "The protagonist is a black-haired Chinese boy named Wang Yuhui. He is lively and handsome. In a cave dwelling in Shanxi that was bombed and razed by the Japanese army, he found a magic block containing the genetic foreign matter of the Autobots. With this magic block he He refitted himself with a transformable armor, and gathered seven Autobots from the K Nebula in the Milky Way, and landed on the earth to form a steel mercenary battle group. Then he and his two hard-core brothers Liangliang Dawei in the ruins of the Japanese army base in the three eastern provinces Eliminate the biochemical dark matter to rescue the hostages, and then go east to Japan to challenge the four elders of the Decepticons who are transformed into four ninjas. Very handsome, with black hair and long legs, I like the painting style!"

The buddies became more and more anxious the more they watched: "It's just the first series, it's not finished yet, I don't know what to do when I go to the United States to fight the high-tech war! I really want to dig out that painter's brain to see what's going on in the future. It's so good! Can I see the finale before the college entrance examination..."

With a sullen face, Meng Xiaobei said seriously: "It's probably too much before the college entrance examination, so it can be serialized until you go to college."

The buddy said: "It's really beautiful! I'm going to buy it! Otherwise, let's pool the money for a copy and exchange it with each other!"

Meng Xiaobei couldn't help saying: "Thank you."

His buddy glared at him: "Why are you thanking me?...You join us in making money, hurry up, make money!"

"If this author dares to serialize halfway, he will run out of food and stop drawing. This book will be pitted. I used Optimus Prime's invincible lightning fusion laser cannon to push him out!!"

The buddies gritted their teeth with excitement.

Meng Xiaobei: "Hehehe."

Meng Xiaobei was willing to chip in his pocket money, and the ink-scented pages felt extraordinarily different.The first six volumes cost one yuan and twenty cents each, and they collectively pooled their money to buy a set.Just pass this set of books around in class and after class.A manga was circulated from the group next to the corridor in the morning self-study, and passed to the group near the window after class at noon.

He observed at the bookstall at the school gate, and at noon on Friday, eight sets were sold in an hour.

Meng Xiaojing also excitedly said to him when he came home, "Meng Xiaobei, do you know what is the hottest thing on our bookstall these days?"It's the set of "Autobots"!I saw the author's name in the purchase box, "Takashi Amano", who is this person?Isn't this the set of books you drew? Who gave you a small Japanese pen name?

Meng Xiaobei said it was initiated by the publisher.I said that in my book, I beat Little Japan to the ground. How can the author name be Japanese?That guy said, no matter how much you spoil them in your book, we love to see you blow up Honshu Island, but the author's name on the outer packaging must use a three-character Japanese name. Chinese boy's name, so your picture album is easy to sell!I don't care, as long as I can make money, anyway, I found this scene in the plot.

Meng Xiaojing rubbed his hands, and said sincerely: "Hey, why do you sell your book, and I am also in a good mood! Today's book sale made me very excited, I stood on the stool, knelt on the booth, and yelled for you Come on! I sold my lust to a few girls and sold two sets out of my mouth!”

"Meng Xiaobei, am I brotherly loyal to you?" Meng Xiaojing said.

Meng Xiaobei raised his hand and cupped his fists: "Brother, good brother."

At this time, Meng Xiaobei also realized that he had sold himself cheap at the original buyout price, and he had lost money!

This time we met and talked about things, Meng Xiaobei didn't choose the steamed bun restaurant in Huimin Street, but made an appointment at a quiet teahouse in the city.On the big round table facing the street on the second floor, Meng Xiaobei drank tea from a large bowl, while pondering over the plot while drawing sketches, he quickly drew the storyboard scripts of two episodes in two hours.The climax and important scenes of the plot draw facial expressions, and the rest of the scenes are drawn as stick figures. He has a quick mind and a quick hand.

The publisher's surname is Yang, and the two parties are also acquainted.Meng Xiaobei said bluntly to Yang's publisher, I don't agree with the buyout, I want a commission.

Of course the other party is unwilling, Xiaobei, you are a novice, our publishing house has always loved you and vigorously publicized you, and now you have grown from scratch, who on the bookstall does not know your pen name now?

Meng Xiaobei sat upright, with his elbows on the table, and slowly turned his pen in his hand: "Uncle Yang, I also asked about it in my colleagues. I am a novice, and I can get 10% of the first edition no matter what. Add at least 1%, and add it up to about 14%. If a senior painter of the Academy of Fine Arts draws a full illustration book, the starting point can reach 12%. I definitely don’t want more from you.”

"That's right, I started from scratch, but to be honest, your book is worthless. You didn't buy the original version from an American company, which means that there is no cost, and you only pay me a small part of the remuneration. This book It's like pulling up a tall building on the ground, and I built all the bricks and tiles for you, and you just yelled to sell the house! Uncle Yang, I'm not saying that your credit is not enough, ha ha, after all, I rely on you to sell all the books! However, as a coolie who moves bricks and builds buildings, I hope to raise a percentage or two, and my request is reasonable, right?"

Meng Xiaobei asked again: "How much is your print run? I roughly estimate the sales volume, about [-]?"

The publisher smiled and waved his hand in denial. How could there be so many? Your book is not so popular. We only printed [-] sets in one edition!

Meng Xiaobei asked, how much are you going to print in the reprint, can you tell the truth?I heard that they were all sold in Lanzhou and Chengdu book markets?

The publisher lowered his eyes and said nothing, making calculations secretly.

The number of reprints is more than [-], and about [-] can be printed.

The people at the table looked at each other, Meng Xiaobei's eyes were frank, he didn't show the slightest bit of timidity on the spot, and he didn't beat around the bush.Out of the corner of his eyes, he kept looking behind the publisher, diagonally opposite the table, a man sitting with his back.The man put his left leg on his right leg, and his raised calf swayed slightly, and the arch of his foot had a nice arc.

The man hardly moved or changed his posture for two hours, just quietly smoking, drinking tea, and waiting.

The outline of the man's neck and shoulders is masculine and masculine, and when viewed from behind, it is broad and stable.

The publisher nodded, fellow, we won't lose you either!The publication of the second issue depends on you. Why don't we do it if there is a market for this kind of subject matter?If you have money, everyone can make money together and grasp this opportunity!

Publishers do not agree to share life and death.Meng Xiaobei bit his lower lip, glanced at the back of the diagonally opposite figure again, calmly extended two slaps to the publisher, stretched out his ten fingers, and placed them on the table.

The publisher said: "Even if you are eight hundred."

Meng Xiaobei said: "One thousand. You still earn some money."

The publisher made some small calculations in his head with a sullen face, and then slapped the table with his hands. The Northwest man was in a good temper, poured tea with Meng Xiaobei, and clinked glasses.

Publisher Yang only emphasized again and again, Xiaobei, you must put your heart and soul into our paintings, and you must not leave us halfway and then find other publishing houses to cooperate with!We still count on you for the publication of the second set and the third set. You must not contact other publishing houses casually!

When signing a simple contract, Meng Xiaobei solemnly took out his signature seal, dipped in the ink pad, breathed out, and stamped a bright red seal on the contract paper.

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As soon as those people left their seats and went downstairs, Meng Xiaobei let out a sigh of relief.He was so nervous that he chewed and swallowed a sip of tea just now, for fear that the other party would slap the table and turn his face and disagree, but now he was so excited that all the cells in his body rushed and gathered at his fingertips, beating.

He got up, and the person sitting in the back seat of the publisher with his back to them also got up, and turned around suddenly!

On Shaotang's stern and thin face, there was only a smile at the corner of his mouth, which couldn't be concealed between the trembling eyebrows and eyes.Shaotang put his arms around Meng Xiaobei's shoulders, and walked out with his arms tightly...

Meng Xiaobei was walking on the street, rubbing his hands and face: "Godfather, in the future, you will serve the people in the army and shed your blood for the country to create youth. I will earn money and buy us a house in Beijing."

Shaotang was not willing to attack Da Baoer's grand goal blueprint: "Is your current net worth enough to buy a balcony or a bathroom?"

Meng Xiaobei didn't care about that, and put on a serious adult expression: "I don't need too many houses, the two of us can't live in so many houses, and I don't want to move anymore. I'm floating around, and I don't have a nest that really belongs to me."

"Is it enough for the two of us to live in a suite!"

Meng Xiaobei painted his beautiful ambitions.With his little dad behind him as his solid backing, he dared to go forward with his back.Just now at the table with the publisher, if Shaotang hadn't been behind the scenes to help him out, he wouldn't have dared to stretch out those ten fingers for fear that someone would pick them up and chop them off!

Meng Xiaobei bought two kebabs from a small shop on the street, and each of them grabbed a big handful of kebabs, and ate them as they walked, holding the skewers with their mouths, their mouths full of mutton fat.Shaotang was only like this when he was with Meng Xiaobei. He strode on the street to eat meat skewers, and when he became crazy, he looked like a big child.

Meng Xiaobei muttered: "Mutton is still better than big meat, it is more fragrant."

Passing by a narrow alley that was only shoulder-width apart, Shaotang suddenly hugged people and squeezed to a hidden place in the alley away from the street lights, and kissed Meng Xiaobei.Shaotang used his back to borrow a seat to block the outside view.Meng Xiaobei was unprepared, and was kissed, the corners of his mouth were soaked in suet, and his lips seemed to be softened.Meng Xiaobei immediately sucked up his lips and pressed them back, the two of them rubbed hard, not afraid of getting greasy, the tip of their tongues tangled lightly, and then quickly separated.

Meng Xiaobei said, "No meat tastes as good as yours."

Shaotang smiled calmly, his eyes were full of pride, clearly expressing his absolute agreement with this statement.

In the corner of Xincheng Square, new grass grows from the cracks in the old wall of Huangchenggen.The broken walls and ruins are covered with a layer of golden luster in the summer twilight, and the edges seem to be fluffy and full of life.Bells and drums rang in unison in the distance, echoing the hearts of the people.