Tender trapping

Ran Xu realized that he was a little different from others when he was in junior high school. At that time, he also read the pornographic comics that were popular among the boys in the class.

The female characters with big breasts, fat buttocks and exaggerated figures in the comics did not leave a deep impression on him. On the contrary, after reading too much, he would feel dizzy and a little nauseated.

On the contrary, he prefers to read romance picture books for girls, where the tall and handsome male protagonist once made him look forward to it.

And when other boys found out about this, they started calling him a sissy, and assigned some more exaggerated terms to him.

At that time, the Internet was not popular in the countryside, and Ran Xu didn't know whether his mentality was right or wrong.

He also once doubted whether he had really become the pervert or a psychopath in others' mouths.

For a long time, he stopped talking about himself to others, for fear of letting them know that he was different from others, even if such behavior made him misunderstood by the villagers as conceited.

"Isn't he just a cripple? What's the use of having good academic performance? It's really bad luck to put on a bad face all day long."

"I can't carry my hands on my shoulders, his father is dead, and the little one is just born. Who will do the farm work?"

"Well, if you say it's miserable being a widow, it's even worse if you have a oil bottle!"

Ran Xu has heard these words since he was a child, but fortunately he has not been greatly affected - Xue Xiaoxia protects his shortcomings, every time she hears a neighbor swearing, she pushes Ran Xu back into the room and locks him up, and goes up to cross himself Swearing at people at the waist.

When he was in the house, Ran Xu read a book.

He reads everything, novels, magazines, pictorials...whatever he reads, at first to pass the time, but later he really enjoys it.

What Ran Xu likes most is photography magazines, whether it is the vast and remote desert in no man's land, or the concrete jungle with tall buildings, these all bring him comfort in his cramped small world.

He has no conditions to shoot, but he can paint.

He has painted many paintings and depicted all kinds of people, but none of them are as elegant and gentle as Zhuo Wenlang, as if he wants to gather all the beautiful descriptions in the book on him alone.

I thought that the relationship between the two of them would end the moment Zhuo Wenlang left school, but I didn't expect that they happened to enter a toy store owned by a man, and they could even have such close contact...

Zhuo Wenlang held Ran Xu's hand from behind, and taught him little by little how to take care of those delicate dolls. The hot air sprayed on Ran Xu's ears, making his heart beat fast.

"You don't have to be so careful." Zhuo Wenlang was made to laugh out loud by his clumsy movements, as if he had inadvertently rubbed his chin on Ran Xu's shoulder, "After all, they are just toys, and if they break, they will break." , get a new one."

The two of them were too close, and Ran Xu seemed to be sitting in his arms.

His face and ears were burning, and he didn't know how to move his hands. His fingertips were shaking, but he knew it wasn't because of nervousness about the toys, but because of Zhuo Wenlang—he didn't want to leave bad things for Zhuo Wenlang. Impression, as if a little bit of disrespect is a blasphemy to that person.

"I'll do it myself." Ran Xu said quietly, with his head down, his eyes tightly locked on his hands.

Zhuo Wenlang let go of him at the right time, and walked aside to continue his work.

The room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, which was exactly the same as that on Zhuo Wenlang's body. The sandalwood and cedar also had a vague sense of powder, which was gentle and not feminine.

The phonograph is still turning slowly, and the light music is flowing in the air, echoing the warm orange lights.

For a moment, Ran Xu felt that he was in a dream, away from the cold, poverty and long-standing hunger, and he was willing to drown here.

Two people are doing their own things, and neither of them affects the other.

Zhuo Wenlang chatted with him about what happened during the day, and asked him to tell the truth, there was no need to hide it: "I know what happened to Minghui in my heart, I must have wronged you."

After hearing this question, Ran Xu regained his sanity a little.

After all, it's not good to speak ill of my younger brother in front of his older brother. Ran Xu paused for a while, and then said: "Anyway, I really didn't plagiarize."

Even he himself didn't notice that there was some sense of grievance inexplicably in the words he said.

The movements under Zhuo Wenlang's hands paused, and the corners of his mouth curled up again: "Well, I believe you."

Ran Xu was bolder this time: "Mr. Zhuo, but you just met me today."

"Hmm..." Zhuo Wenlang dragged his voice, as if he had thought about it for a while, before he answered, "Maybe it's because you look so good."

Ran Xu was speechless, only feeling that his heart was about to pop out of his throat.

The two of them kept busy until the hands of the cuckoo clock on the wall fell on II. At two o'clock in the morning, the cuckoo poked its head out of the wooden box and cried softly.

In fact, Ran Xu usually works later than this, but today he feels extra sleepy. This may be because the temperature and humidity of the room are too perfect, or it may be because he has been tossed around for too long during the day.

Normally speaking, it's inappropriate to appear sleepy in front of someone you've just met, but Ran Xu's upper and lower eyelids have already started fighting.

Zhuo Wenlang soon found out, he raised his hand to look at his watch: "Ah, it's so late...Sorry, I didn't pay attention to the time."

"It's okay." Ran Xu tried hard to pull himself together, "I agreed to help."

"There's not much left, you can lie down on the sofa at the back for a while." Zhuo Wenlang didn't wait for Ran Xu's response, he got up and supported his arm, "I'll finish it in a while."

"No, I..."

"Be obedient." Although Zhuo Wenlang's voice was soft, it carried a hint of refusal.

Ran Xu stopped wrestling with him, dragged one leg, and lay down on the sofa under the guidance of Zhuo Wenlang.

The sofa was made of leather, but Zhuo Wenlang put a layer of soft blankets underneath, so that people would not feel cold when lying on it. Ran Xu thanked him, and the only thought in his heart to get up and help was crushed.

There was sufficient heating in the room, and Ran Xu shook his feet in white socks, falling asleep almost as soon as they touched the sofa.

Zhuo Wenlang stared at the boy sleeping soundly on the sofa, tracing his facial features with his eyes.

This is indeed a pretty face, if you have to say it, it's not the handsome type - it's very appropriate to put Ran Xu together with the exquisite humanoid dolls in this room.

Zhuo Wenlang's eyes moved from under his long curly eyelashes to his lips, only then did he see a small black mole on Ran Xu's right dimple.

It turned out to be a little greedy cat.

The smile on the man's face gradually deepened. He stepped on the plush carpet with light steps, walked to the incense in the corner, and extinguished the burning sandalwood inside. A wisp of white smoke dissipated in the air, bringing There was a small "pop" sound like a mosquito.

A night without dreams.