The school grass must suck me every day to survive [Transmigration Book]

After the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone dispersed.

Mr. Lu went back to the Lu family's old house. Like Lu Lijiang, Lu Zhixing also took Fu Wanqing and Qingyan away.

After a busy day, Fu Wankong and Qingcheng also rested.

After the hustle and bustle, Qingyue only grabbed his cell phone and car keys, and went out.

On the night of the New Year's Eve, it was still lively, with the lights of thousands of houses in sight.

There are fireworks blooming in the sky from time to time, and the sound of firecrackers also appears one after another.

Qingyue was about to go to the underground garage to pick up the car, one side of his eyes froze

Outside the gate of the Qing Family Courtyard, a black sports car was parked there. A tall and tall man was leaning on the car, with his head slightly lowered, and a cigarette was held between his slender fingers.

Under the night, the scarlet cigarette butts and the fireworks in the sky complement each other.

I don't know if it's cold or not. It's winter, but he only wears a black coat, which is still open, and there is only a neat white shirt inside.

The moment Qingyue looked over, the man seemed to notice something, raised his head, and looked back precisely.

Facing the moonlight, across the night, he smiled at Qingyue.

Deep and restrained.

Like fireworks exploding in the night sky, it is extremely short but dazzling.

Qingyue gathered up his coat, put the car keys in his pocket, and hurried over to meet him.

In the short time he was out, Fu Shiqian had already extinguished the cigarette in the trash can, standing in front of the car and waiting patiently.

"Fu Shiqian, you're fucking sick, why are you coming to my house for the New Year's Eve?!" Qingyue felt his brain hurt, without even looking at him, he pulled Fu Shiqian and stuffed him into the car.

Fu Shiqian just looked at Qingyue and smiled, and obediently cooperated with him in the cab.

Qingyue quickly got into the co-pilot, his pretty brows were still frowning, and he kept chattering.

It seems that he is very angry.

"My brother and the others have just left. If you stand here and are seen by them, how can I explain it?!" Qingyue closed the door without looking at Fu Shiqian, and complained angrily.

Fu Shiqian didn't answer, but still just stared at him, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance in his mind.

The eyes from the side were too hot, Qingyue's unhappiness was melted away.

"When did you come?" He softened his tone, glanced at Fu Shiqian lightly, and asked with a guilty conscience.

Even though the two had been in close contact several times, every time Qingyue saw Fu Shiqian, his heart would still be slightly moved.

There is no other reason, this person grows perfectly in his aesthetic point.

And he is a face control.

Fu Shiqian's deep eyes, high nose, and even the sharp lines made him salivate, not to mention his figure under the shirt and trousers.

Although he didn't know his sexual orientation was male not long ago.

And this person is too good at pretending, whether it's his eyes or his words, he always gives people the illusion that he only loves you in his life.

"I'll call you then." Fu Shiqian started the car with a very calm tone.

Inexplicably gives people a deep and affectionate feeling.

Qingyue looked at the river formed by thousands of lights outside the window, and didn't know how to respond for a while.

——Fu Shiqian said that when he called him, it was not the second call, but the first one before the New Year's Eve dinner started, and it was at least three hours from now.

Again.

It's like this every time!

To some extent, Fu Shiqian is really an affectionate and considerate partner, patient enough, extreme in doing things, and good at talking about love.

It's a pity that they are not partners, but just friends who need each other.

Fu Shiqian had just returned to China and lived alone in a villa.

Different from the hustle and bustle of the Qing family, not only is there no one around, even the lights are off, making people feel lonely and empty for no reason.

Qingyue couldn't bear it, and while Fu Shiqian opened the door and turned on the lights, he asked, "Why don't you go back to celebrate the New Year?"

Refers to the United States.

Fu Shiqian was in the United States for more than 20 years, and only returned to China some time ago. He has plans to transfer the industry back to China.

In fact, Qingyue didn't know much about Fu Shiqian, and the information he knew was only commercial.

After all, they had fought for projects together.

After Fu Shiqian changed into slippers, he took another pair of the same ones and put them under Qingyue's feet.

He didn't drop it casually, nor did he just bend down to put it down.

It was the whole person who completely squatted in front of Qingyue, and arranged the slippers in a lower posture than him.

With that posture, Qingyue doubted that if he didn't change quickly, Fu Shiqian would help him himself.

"I'll do it myself." Qing Yue unnaturally urged Fu Shiqian to get up.

Fu Shiqian didn't move, he raised his head to meet his dodging eyes, and pronounced in a deep voice, "I want to be with you."

Qingyue was slightly startled, and fixed his eyes on Fu Shiqian.

The man's eyes were heavy, and he could see his own shrunken reflection in his eyes.

Clear and single.

It was as if he only had eyes for him.

More than once, Qingyue had the illusion that Fu Shiqian had a deep affection for him.

In fact, his every move, every word and deed gave him the feeling that he cared too much, and it was difficult for him not to misunderstand.

But Qingyue has a clear mind and will not be sentimental.

After all, besides the bed/sex relationship, he and Fu Shiqian only have a competitive relationship.

"Let it go." Qingyue lowered his eyelashes, hiding his complicated thoughts, went to the second floor by familiar ways, and went straight to the bathroom.

In the world of adults, there is no such thing as the shyness and reservedness of teenagers, and everything cuts to the chase and goes straight to the point.

Qingyue had just finished undressing and was standing under the shower when the bathroom door was opened from the outside with a "click".

He quickly covered the key parts with his hands, and cursed with a shocked face: "Fuck, I said Mr. Fu, can you wait a little bit?!"

Fu Shiqian didn't listen to him, closed the door, took off his watch, pulled off his tie, took off his slippers, and entered the shower in his shirt and trousers.

Qingyue was speechless.

People are coming in, how else can he cover it?

Anyway, there was nothing about him that Fu Shiqian hadn't seen, and finally gave up on himself and let go of his hand.

Fu Shiqian went straight to the shower head, and the warm water poured down from the top of his head, wet his shirt and trousers.

The handsome lines and firm muscles show the outline through the thin fabric.

Qing Yue tightened his throat and took a step back.

There is a glass wall behind him, and there is no way for him to retreat.

But Fu Shiqian took a step forward, directly imprisoning him between his chest and the glass wall.

He raised his hand and stroked Qingyue's face under the warm water.

Gentle and affectionate.

Qingyue's body froze.

Fu Shiqian rubbed his face lightly with his thumb, once and for all, as if he was tracing and savoring.

His gaze was on his face from beginning to end.

It seemed that as long as they were together, Fu Shiqian's gaze would never leave him.

Qingyue is an adult, don't say that the current scene is too ambiguous/ambiguous, what's more, he has skin hunger.

- longing for human contact, holding hands, touching, hugging, and more.

Because of this, he has been refusing to get too close to people all these years, even men and women.

Only after Qingyan was found, he held Qingyan's wrist twice.

But these days, he and Fu Shiqian did everything they should and shouldn't do.

All his secrets were known by Fu Shiqian.

More than that.

Coincidentally, Fu Shiqian also suffers from skin hunger and thirst like him, which seems to be more serious than him.

Otherwise, the day Qingyan left last year, they wouldn't have had a ridiculous night.

So this time, Qingyue's patience has reached its limit.

"Can't wait."

Just when Qingyue's reason was about to disappear, Fu Shiqian looked at his eyebrows affectionately, mixed in the warm water, answered and kissed him.

Two grown-ups yearn for each other so much.

Dry/firewood/strong/fire, from the bathroom to the bedroom, tossed for almost a night.

When it was almost dawn, Qingyue, whose body seemed to be falling apart, finally lay on the bed safely.

Too tired, his voice was also hoarse, and in a daze, he muttered and complained in the night: "If I hadn't been drunk that day, I wouldn't be tossed by you now."

Fu Shiqian hugged him, kissed his brow and eyes softly, but said nothing.

It wasn't until Qingyue was completely asleep under the moonlight that Fu Shiqian reluctantly let go of him.

Maybe it was too tired, Qingyue fell into a deep sleep.

So I had a dream.

It's not accurate to say it was a dream, but it was recalling the night Qing Yan left, when he met Fu Shiqian

When receiving Lu Lijiang's message, the Qing family was in chaos.

Fu Wankong hid in Qingyan's room and did not come out, only touched one thing left by Qingyan, and washed his face with tears.

As a doting wife and madman, Qingcheng naturally accompanied Fu Wankong the whole time.

Fu Wankong was crying, Qingcheng not only wiped her tears, but also showed his heartache in silence.

The originally happy and harmonious Qing family became extremely depressed and suffocating because of Qing Yan's departure.

Qingyue is naturally extremely uncomfortable, but his parents are immersed in pain, and he can't make things worse anyway.

Holding on to the last bit of reason, he finished the things Qingyan explained before he left in the living room.

Seeing the news about Qingyan disappearing one by one on the Internet, and finally there was not even a single photo left, Qingyue couldn't hold back any longer and shed tears.

It wasn't until that moment that he realized that the younger brother he had just found had really disappeared from this world.

From then on, no one called him "brother", and no one tried to defend Lu Lijiang to anger him.

His younger brother really disappeared, as if he had never been in this world.

Qingyue felt out of breath and didn't want to make his parents more sad, so he went to the bar to get drunk.

After all, in the business world, Qingyue's alcohol capacity is quite good, he sat in the corner by himself and ordered a lot of wine.

He wanted to get drunk, to numb himself with alcohol.

Let him forget the fact that Qingyan left.

He thought that in this way, the pain in his heart would disappear.

So, one cup after another, one cup after another, in the end, Qingyue didn't know how much he drank.

During the period, many men and women came to strike up a conversation, asking him if it was lonely to drink alone, and if he needed someone to accompany him, but he coldly shooed them away.

He got drunk because he felt sad, but he didn't want to mess around.

Finally, he was drunk because when he got up to leave, he found that he couldn't stand at all.

Qingyue shook his head, trying to wake himself up, but there was a double image in front of him.

The music with strong drum beats circulated throughout the hall, men and women in sexy clothes danced to the music on the stage, and the radiant neon lights were dazzling...

All this made Qingyue feel even more dizzy, and in the end he accidentally bumped into someone and staggered.

Seeing that he was about to fall, the man hugged him by the waist.

Amidst the din, among the noisy crowd, the man whispered in his ear and asked, "Are you all right?"

Qingyue, who had never been in close contact with people, truly experienced the fatality of skin hunger at that moment.

He didn't know if it was the effect of the alcohol or the cause of the illness, but he only felt that the man's body smelled very good, which made him tempted and at ease.

He glanced up.

——The man is handsome and looks familiar, but I can't remember it clearly.

It does not matter.

The important thing is that the man saw that he was drunk, and in order to maintain his balance, the other hand held his hand.

Feeling the person's body temperature, experiencing direct skin contact, Qingyue only felt stimulated and satisfied.

How restrained he was in the past, how dissatisfied he is now.

Like a ferocious beast in a cage, when you open the door, you can no longer control it.

It's more like poison/drug, but if you get a little bit contaminated, you will be completely addicted.

He couldn't remember everything after that.

I don't know if it was because he was too proactive or if that person did it on purpose, in short, the sporadic fragments of that night, recalling every fragment made Qingyue feel bloodshot at the tips of his ears.

When he returned to his senses, it was the next morning.

At that time, he was/was/not/hanging to sleep in Fu Shiqian's arms.

Right now.