[Waiting for the end of the world] Dongli chrysanthemum

Yan Changnian's appearance is very good, his brows and eyes are always stretched, full of masculine hard lines, because the eyelashes are thick and curly, which weakens the rigidity a little, thus adding a gentle meaning.Now that his eyes are closed, the light casts a faint shadow under his eyelids, and he looks harmless.

God knows that this man has high wrists, and he can guess it from the few words of his friends; however, Eleven didn't take it to heart, like water on a duck's back, he forgets it when he hears it, but Yan Changnian has always been kind to him. Not forgotten.

He has been alone all these years, and he is grateful to have someone who doesn't dislike his failure in life and is willing to be friends with him. This gratitude does not have elements of trepidation. Yan Changnian has never looked at him from above, and it is useless He treats him with a generous attitude; maybe because he was a junior high school classmate and spent time together, it seems natural to get along.

The scene of Yan Changnian embracing and kissing with his classmates has not retreated since the memory, and has always existed stubbornly. On Shiyi, he left the bedroom, walked through the narrow kitchen, and opened the iron door leading to the balcony.

The balcony was open, and the iron door was rusted by the wind and rain, and there was a clanging sound. Eleven held his breath, and there was no sound in the bedroom, so he stepped out with confidence.

The snow is still falling, and it has accumulated a thick layer on the concrete railing. It is placed in a cracked flowerpot in the corner of the balcony. A green cactus stands proudly, with a little white snow hanging on it. Carefully moved the cactus to a leeward place, and put a flattened cardboard box of instant noodles on it to block the snow.

I don't know which one of the tenants stayed, and I didn't pay attention on the eleventh day. I remembered to pour some water, but I couldn't remember it, so I let it go. I didn't expect to survive tenaciously.

In fact, he has similarities with it, and it is easy to be overlooked and forgotten.

Eleven took out the cigarettes and lighters in his pocket. Although he doesn't smoke, there are still some in the house, so that if anyone comes, he can use them to entertain—the only people who come here must be men, how many men are different? smoking?That's right.

When he came out, he took it out from the table in the hall.

It was not the first time he smoked. When he was young and frivolous, he hid in the corner of the school with some male classmates and tried it secretly. No, the cigarettes he bought are naturally not high-grade. He doesn't like the pungent and pungent smell of the cigarettes.

He just suddenly wanted to taste that pungent and choking taste again, so he took a few puffs and pressed the cigarette into the snow to extinguish it.Enter the house and put the cigarette and lighter back to their original positions, take a few sips of warmed boiling water, carry the boiling water bottle to a place within reach of the bed, take off the outer clothes, put them on the low stool beside the bed, and close the Deng, went to bed wearing only a somewhat deformed thermal underwear.

The quilt was lifted, and the cold air poured in. Yan Changnian moved, but his eyes did not open, and asked vaguely with a nasal voice: "Ying Zong? Why did you come back so late?"

Eleven didn't make a sound and lay there stiffly.

The man muttered a few words, then stretched out his hand: "The air conditioner is too cold, turn up the temperature, you want to freeze me to death."

Warm hands touched Eleven, and a strong arm wrapped around his waist and dragged him to his side: "Why are you still wearing clothes, don't you like sleeping naked the most..."

Yan Changnian's hot hands kneaded and stroked Eleven's skin, while calling vaguely "Ying Zong, Ying Zong...", Eleven's goosebumps arose, and he lightly gritted his teeth, trying to take those two hands together. Going down, the man had already turned over. The man's heavy body was pressing down on him, and his lips were pressed down without thinking. The indescribable feeling made Eleven feel slightly chilly, and even shivered uncontrollably.

When Yan Changnian's hand was forcefully inserted into his pants, Eleven finally said, "Yan Changnian! I am Eleven, Tao Eleven, Tao Jingming!"

The wanton hands and lips stopped moving, Yan Changnian turned over, his breathing was a little short, Eleven just clearly felt something hard against his thigh, and he knew what it was.

After a long time, Yan Changnian said in a harsh voice, "I'm sorry." Perhaps because of the relationship between alcohol and just sober, his voice was a little hoarse.

"It's okay." Eleven maintained his supine position and said calmly, "Do you want a drink?"

Yan Changnian made a "hmm" sound, got up in the dark on Eleventh, and poured him a cup of warm water from a cup.

Yan Changnian sat up and drank a glass of water in one gulp, and watched him finish drinking with the faint light on Eleventh: "Do you want more?"

"No." Yan Changnian lay down again, put the cup back on the low bedside cabinet on Shishi, and lay back under the covers.

There was still a small piece of space in the middle of the small quilt. Eleven felt his shoulders were cold, but he didn't dare to move.

Yan Changnian said: "Do you still remember Yingzong? When you saw us together that day, we were afraid that you would tell everyone or tell the teacher. We were very nervous for a long time."

Oh, that male classmate who kissed Yan Changnian on the side of the school road.Yingzong's full name is Hei Yingzong, a rare surname. When I first heard it on Shishi, I thought it was He, but later I learned that "Hei" is a surname and pronounced he, which has the same pronunciation as He.

"We got together for seven years. Yingzong was diagnosed with brain cancer in his junior year and died two months later." Yan Changnian said, his voice was carried to Eleven's ears in the cold air Eleven opened his eyes and looked at the pitch-black ceiling, feeling that the voice was distorted.

That's a pity, Yan Changnian would be very sad for such a young life.

How many years have passed, and he still talks to Ying Zong in his sleep.

Eleven moved his body and touched Yan Changnian's scorching body, and the colder side of his body was immediately covered tightly, warm, and even his head became slightly dizzy.

Yan Changnian turned sideways to face him, with warm breath in his ears: "Tao Jingming, thank you for not promoting us at that time."

Otherwise, at their age at that time, they simply didn't have enough ability to care for their love.And when they are capable, God will not see them well, and the distance between life and death cannot be shortened no matter how hard they work.

"I didn't even know it was you. Besides, what do you have to do with me? I forgot the next day." Eleven said.

Yan Changnian was choked and unable to make a sound, and he said after a long while: "You...it was like this at that time, you would listen carefully to whoever talked to you, in fact no one can enter your heart. There is a layer of transparency outside your body. the barrier that separates yourself from others."

Eleven did not speak.

"Let me hug you, Tao Jingming." Yan Changnian's voice trembled slightly, and immediately wrapped around Eleven after he agreed, and put his head on Eleven's neck. Eleven hesitated for a moment, and hugged him with his backhand.

They then fell asleep in that position.

The first person to wake up the next day was Eleven. He didn't move, and before he opened his eyes, he could smell Yan Changnian's unique smell. The smell of perfume that he couldn't name was very faint, mixed with body odor. He opened his eyes, and the mottled ceiling came into his eyes. The snow stopped at some point, and the sunlight came in through the window. The orange light made people feel that the air was no longer so unbearably dry and cold. The body temperature made him feel that this winter was not as cold as in previous years.

Sure enough, two people will be warmer than one.

Eleven lightly stretched out a hand to get the phone. At 55:[-] in the morning, it might have been a little too loud. Yan Changnian moved, but he didn't wake up, but moved his head closer.

The legs and arms under pressure were numb, and he was almost unconscious. Eleven frowned and lowered his eyes. All he could see were Yan Changnian's raised browbones, sunken eye sockets, straight nose bridge and thick upper and lower cheekbones. lips.

His lips were a little dry, Eleven stared at them, and his mind automatically recalled the touch in the darkness yesterday, warm and soft, with a very light smell of smoke and a bit strong smell of alcohol, because he pursed his mouth, and his flexible and wet tongue couldn't get it Then he licked and sucked a little angrily, or bit gently with his teeth, but did not forcefully pry it open.

Thinking about it, his breathing became a little short of breath, and Shi, who realized the changes in his body, stared straight at the opposite wall, a little at a loss.

Could it be that he is also gay?Or, men are indeed animals that think from the lower body, and they will go into heat with a little teasing?

His body was dry and hot, and the quilt that he missed so much in the past turned into a stove. Shengsheng was sweating from the tip of Eleven's nose. He hurriedly pushed Yan Changnian away, got out of bed and hurriedly put on cotton slippers and went straight to the bathroom.

Yan Changnian slept just right. He hadn't had such a sweet sleep in a few days. When he was pushed away suddenly, the cold air poured in, and his arms were empty. When he opened his eyes, he saw Eleven running out of the bedroom in a panic, oh, solve it Physiological problems are gone.He remembered that there was a small alarm clock on the low cabinet beside the bed, and when he looked up, it was twenty past eight!

Surprised, I quickly got up, and halfway through I remembered that today is the weekend.

He pinched the corners of his eyes with his fingers laughingly. He drank wine last night and drank a whole glass of water before going to sleep. Now he felt uncomfortable with his bladder swelling. After waiting and waiting until Eleven came out of the bathroom, Yan Changnian put on his coat and knocked on the door : "It's been too long! Hurry up, I'm going too!"

Eleven inside was startled, he was just standing, waiting quietly for the lust to go down, Yan Changnian was next door, he didn't dare to solve it by himself, after Yan Changnian's shout, the heat quickly softened.

Eleven went out with his head down. The bathroom was very small, about one square meter in size. It was separated from the bedroom by a wall. Eleven put on his sweater and coat. The sound of dripping water was very clear. I drank a glass of boiled water that had obviously become cold.

With cold water pouring into his throat, he shivered violently, and finally he felt better.

Yan Changnian was standing aside while Eleven was brushing his teeth. He was wearing another coat that Eleven wore. That coat was a little too big for Eleven, while Yan Changnian was a little too small, barely able to zip it up, but it was too tight It was so tight that he simply opened it, revealing the dark purple clothes inside.

The white porridge boiled on the gas stove next to it, and the foam lifted the lid of the pot. Eleven had toothpaste froth all over his mouth, and it was inconvenient to talk, so he pushed Yan Changnian to take off the lid.

Eleven took a mouthful of water and spit it out again: "Turn down the fire a bit, and cook for a while."

Yan Changnian seems to seldom cook, even on the eleventh day. The food he cooks can only be said to be edible, but the taste is not very good, but he is hungry, and he doesn’t want to go out on the eleventh day. He said that at this time, the streets must be full of half food The snow water, the dust has all melted inside, the mud is muddy, and the road conditions nearby are not very good. If you go out for a trip, you may not be able to soak your shoes.Can only do it yourself.

On the [-]th, take out the pickled cabbage heads from the pottery urn, as well as the pickled cabbage, cowpea, cabbage, leek heads, etc., and mix them with garlic, sesame oil, chili oil, etc., and eat them with white porridge, sour and spicy , salty, fresh, and actually very fragrant. The cakes and desserts I bought last night have not been eaten yet, and they are also taken out and placed on the plate. Yan Changnian only picked two small desserts, saying that they are too sweet and greasy. I don’t like white porridge. However, he drank several bowls and swept away all the side dishes. At the end, he looked at the pottery urn placed in the corner of the hall with still unsatisfied interest.

Eleven followed his gaze and said, "The landlord put it here. I picked it up to pickle some vegetables when I was free. My mother pickles like this. Southern style. You should have eaten it before?"

"The taste is different from this one."

"Maybe, different places have different recipes. This is my mother's unique secret recipe!" Eleven smiled proudly. He likes to mix side dishes with garlic, but he doesn't like to eat garlic. Those slightly larger mashed garlic are picked out. There was a small piece that he didn’t pay attention to, and he tasted it after biting it. His tongue was trying to spit out the raw garlic, but it stuck to his lower lip. He swiped his tongue twice but didn’t wipe it off. He stretched out his hand angrily, but was caught by Yan Chang. Nian grabbed his wrist.

Yan Changnian had already stood up, grabbed Eleven's wrist with his hands, pulled him closer, looked into his eyes, and kissed him heavily with his lips.

Eleven Half lowered his eyes, his eyes stayed on his lips, watching those two sexy and full lips slowly approaching, his heartbeat gradually became faster.

Because of his height, what he saw the most when they were together in the past was his lips.When he talks or smiles, he can always see how they squirm charmingly and make low and moving voices, fascinating him. At that time, he will spurn himself and pinch them unconsciously. own fingers.

The feeling of the lips touching each other was very good, Eleven couldn't help but let out a vague raving from the bottom of his heart, and raised the other arm hanging by his side to wrap around Yan Changnian's strong waist.

The lips parted for a while, and both of them were a little unsteady.Yan Changnian looked at Eleven's face for a while, lowered his head and rubbed his straight nose against the side of his face, and murmured like a sigh: "Jingming..."

"Stay with me." Yan Changnian said.