let loose

After shopping around, the two took a taxi to the hotel.

The hotel has been booked early. It is located in the top floor couple suite in the city center, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows and a mirrored small swimming pool.

The one who "left his hometown" had no acquaintances, and the two big boys were not ashamed, so they entered the room calmly under the slightly curious gaze of the hotel waiter.

After Jiang Zhou entered, he looked at the bedroom first, and dealt with the pink quilt head-on: "...Can I change the room? No, it's okay to change the quilt."

The waiter was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, sir, the layout of our couple's suite is all clearly stipulated and integrated. If you need it, I can call and ask for you?"

"Forget it, that's it."

Spend the most expensive price and sleep on the most motherly bed.

Silently sighing for three seconds at someone's stupid aesthetics, Jiang Zhou turned off the bedroom light, and went to other rooms after the waiter left.Coming out of the bathroom, Song Mian was still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the phone. He picked it up as soon as he entered the room, and he hasn't finished calling yet.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are facing a commercial building, colorful neon lights and bright crystal lamps behind him envelop Song Mian, his face is hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Various advertisements were playing on the big screen across the building, and the lighting also changed every second. When a certain cosmetic promotional video was played, Song Mian tightened her eyes, and slowly clenched her hand on the glass into a fist.

The voice in the earpiece was heard again after nearly a month, without any change, the gentle tone as always.Unable to tell whether it was evasion or what, Song Mian felt a little inexplicable resistance.On the opposite screen was a fucking face, and in his ears was a fucking belated mother's love, but he became more and more irritable.

"Although you didn't do well in the exam, mom also knows that you have tried your best. As long as you try your best, you will have no regrets. Your father and I expect you to be safe. Does your father give you money? Is the money enough for you? Is it? Mom is filming in the suburbs and has no time..."

"mom."

Song Mian only felt that the nerves in his brain were tangled into an untwisted knot at a certain moment, and it hurt a lot.He interrupted aloud, and the sudden boredom in his heart overwhelmed him severely, and the patience he had been proud of for a long time was exhausted at this moment: "There are 326 students in the liberal arts class of No. 6. I took the grade 34, class 750, and a total score of 312. I know that this score is not at all, even almost extreme, and it is completely mentally retarded in No. 31 Middle School. I didn’t try my best. Let me tell you, I never read books every day. I never listened to it seriously in class. Tsk, I was stupid at first, trying to attract the attention of you and dad, thinking about whether you would pay more attention to me after this, no matter how bad you are, you should be able to put on a show for the sake of face, But I was wrong..."

Having said that, Song Mian fell silent.The lips that had been pursed countless times tonight were now swollen, trembling slightly, leaning two degrees, leaning against the half-person-high vase in the corner, the fisted hand subconsciously hit the glass surface, and shot out bang.

In the living room, Jiang Zhou, who took out his cell phone from his schoolbag and was about to call Jiang Du, also paused. His eyes tracked Song Mian's crooked back, and his brows froze instantly.

"Doudou..."

After a moment of silence, Shu Yan murmured Song Mian's name.

"When I was young, I would think a lot and always find fault with myself. Is it because I am too stupid or disobedient that you and Dad kicked me around like a football. Mom, I have never been able to figure out one thing. thing."

Song Mian blinked a few times quickly, and shrank back the soreness in his eyes and the warmth that was about to burst out of his eyes: "Since neither of you wants to care about me, why do you give birth to me? Since I was born until now, I have I am a sophomore in high school, have you ever sent me to school even once, do you still remember that I won the city's three awards in junior high school!"

The emotions became more and more out of control, and even turned into a roar in the end.Song Mian hung up the phone abruptly before saying something even worse, the phone screen beeped and then turned off and went black, and the advertisement in the opposite building had already been replaced by another unknown male star.

The hand holding the phone hangs down feebly, Song Mian squints his eyes, his eyelashes are woven into a fine fan, tears almost come out of his eyes again and again, but he desperately suppresses them.

He let go of all his strength, slumped his shoulders, and slammed his forehead against the transparent glass, allowing the colorful lights outside the window to scratch countless mottled fragments on his face.

"Doudou."

Suddenly, the familiar clear fragrance came from behind, and Jiang Zhou's clear voice rang in his ears, accompanied by the boy's hot and turbid breath.

Song Mian's face became hot, and the anger and unwillingness were swept away in an instant, replaced by a thumping heart and curling tongue.

Before he could react much, he felt a powerful arm tightly encircling his waist, and then Jiang Zhou's broad chest was pressed against his back.

"you……"

Song Mian's throat got stuck, and after you said a word, you didn't say the next word.

"It turns out that our junior high school is the best of the city." Jiang Zhou rested his chin on Song Mian's shoulder, stared at the beautiful night view of the city outside the window, and shook his arms around the person twice.

Song Mian bit her lower lip, secretly annoyed for a long time.The arrogance just now was extinguished and turned into a match. It was still soaked in water and couldn't be ignited again.

"I...wasn't stupid at all." Song Mian wanted to speak well for herself, at least to save her image as a scumbag in front of her boyfriend.But as soon as I said this, I felt that the tone was too soft, so I added: "I passed the No. [-] High School based on my ability."

Although he is a re-recorder, he just wiped the line.

"That's amazing." Jiang Zhou bent his fingers and poked his red ears a few times, and wrote lightly: "I came too late. The unhappiness in the past should be buried from now on, buried deep Some, I'll take care of you later."

"Really?" Jiang Zhou almost heard what he said in an atmosphere just now, but he didn't take the initiative to mention it, giving him enough space and respect.

It would be a lie to say that she was not moved, Song Mian's tears, which she had held back for a long time, fell to the ground, and slid along Jiang Zhou's long-awaited fingers along her thin and handsome face.

"Actually, I don't want to get angry. I eat their food and use their food. But after thinking about it, it's still hard not to blame them." Song Mian said, "My mother is an actress, and the topic hasn't stopped since she debuted. Until now, the outside world doesn’t know of my existence. My dad is a screenwriter, he has a bad temper, and he flies outside all day looking for inspiration.”

Speaking of this, Song Mian took a few deep breaths, raised her head slightly, and continued after a while: "I have been with my grandparents since I can remember, and I was very disturbed when I first moved in with my parents, you know Is it? I think they are like people who have nothing to do with me. When I call dad and mom, I am very careful. At first I was hungry in the middle of the night and I didn’t dare to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. I am disobedient, I am afraid that they will dislike me, even though I have the deepest bond with them in terms of blood, I am still afraid."

Jiang Zhou just embraced him like this, staring quietly out of the window with his eyes secretive. It might be the night, or it might just be an empty object somewhere.

"Too tired to live like this." Song Mian said.

The night was quiet, and the screen in the opposite building turned off at some point, and the world in front of me seemed to be plunged into darkness.

The tall figures of the two were reflected in the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows. As time went by, the atmosphere in the room gradually became softer. What flowed in the air was no longer grievances and sorrows, but more and more heat.

Jiang Zhou raised his hand to pinch Song Mian's chin, squeezed the lump of soft flesh and rubbed it, then turned the person around so that they were facing each other.

Song Mian raised her eyes, then ran away quickly, fingering the seams of her trousers, her heart beating rapidly into her throat.

"Poor little friend." Jiang Zhou said, "From today on, with me, you don't need to be subject to any constraints, you can do whatever you want, and I'm free to let you go."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhou raised his hand to cover Song Mian's eyes, then tilted his head slightly, and grabbed his lips.

Song Mian's cheeks were flushed, his skin was fair, and even his fingers were red now, from fingertips to palms.

Behind him is the cold glass, and outside the glass are countless thousands of families in this city.In front of him was Jiang Zhou's warm and broad chest.The more and more rapid breathing burned back and forth between the two people's ears and noses, burning their skin and heart...

After it was over, Song Mian completely lost all strength, and lay limp in Jiang Zhou's arms, feeling like a cloud floating in the air, floating with the wind, limp.

Jiang Zhou picked him up by the waist, paying attention to the mucus-stained hand, but missed it.He sent the person into the bedroom covered with a big pink quilt, and after settling down, he quickly entered the bathroom.

……

It was an hour before Song Mian recovered.At that time, Jiang Zhou had just finished taking a shower and was drying his hair in the living room.Song Mian covered her face in embarrassment for a while before leaving the bedroom.

During this period, Jiang Zhou stopped his moving hands, the sound of the blower running disappeared for a while, and their eyes met in the air.

"I... went to take a shower."

Song Mian quickly opened her schoolbag, took out her pajamas, and ran into the bathroom with a blushing face.

"The bathroom floor is very slippery, don't be distracted while taking a shower."

Jiang Zhou chased after him with a smiling voice.

In the bathroom, in the mirror was his familiar face and his panting breathing that he couldn't stop no matter how calm he was, Song Mian shyly covered her face, and hurriedly turned on the shower and rushed into the shower.

Originally thought that after the connection, sleeping on the same bed would cause her to be too excited to fall asleep, but as soon as she got on the bed, Song Mian was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes.

Jiang Zhou still disliked the sissy quilt, and he did almost 10 minutes of mental construction before climbing into bed.

"Tomorrow's high-speed train at noon." Song Mian moved aside with drooping eyelids to make room for him, "Can I sleep in, for example, don't call me when I have breakfast."

Jiang Zhou picked up the quilt and shook it in disgust, and glanced at him when he heard the words, "Breakfast must be eaten, and you can sleep after eating."

"Ha!" Song Mian rolled around on the bed twice, and suddenly she was so happy that she wanted to be coquettish, "You scumbag, you just insulted me two hours ago, and you are talking about laissez-faire, how long has it been, you Turn your face and deny anyone, you said, don't you want to spoil me?"

"If you don't eat breakfast, your stomach will be perforated sooner or later." Jiang Zhou leaned over and tucked the quilt up for him, threatening him lightly, "There's a big hole in my stomach that can't be filled even with surgery, are you still making trouble?"

"...Cut," Song Mian arched his nose, and lay down with him, "You just make it up."