Duckling Notes

Qiangqiang wanted to lick the blood on the ground, so I quickly picked it up, put it on the balcony, endured the dizziness, and cleaned up the blood.My heart was beating so hard that it almost didn't jump out of my chest.Tears also swayed in the eyes.But I don't want to cry, I don't want to cry for him.

It has been nearly two years before I heard someone mention Yan Gewei's name again, which feels both familiar and strange.It was like a heavy punch, which not only hurt my chest, but also scattered my blood.

Yan Gewei felt that Lao Xia and the others were the same type of dandy, only a few years older than them.I asked Lao Xia, and he said that he knew Yan Gewei, but he was not familiar with him.I also always felt that if I wanted to see him again, I had to do something earth-shattering.But I didn't do it after all.So I never saw him.

I feel like I lack fatherly love.My dad has always been ignorant of me, but it was later confirmed that I might have mistaken my dad just like Lao Xia.

Within a few months of leaving home, I lived in the hospital in the shape of a plaster and gauze mummy and iron guai Li.At that time, I met Yan Gewei, who came to the hospital to see someone.Come almost every day.

My hospital bed was next to the window, and when I looked down, I could see his high-end car parked in the parking lot. He got out of the car, with pale skin, wearing a suit, and holding a lot of flowers.I don't know why, among so many people coming and going, I only noticed him.Not only is the car parked under my window, but when I visit patients, I have to pass by the door of my ward, and my eyes will pass by me, maybe through the window.It doesn't matter if you pass by, I still go to the corridor window outside my ward to smoke from time to time.

Two or three times later, I also bought a pack of cigarettes. When I saw him coming, I also went to the window to smoke and wait for him.When the nurses pass by, they often drive away those uncles who describe them as wretched: "No smoking in the hospital!" Only Yan Gewei has never been driven away.

As long as he smiled, the nurses would also smile dreamily, so those who should go to the ward went to the duty room, and those who should get off work wandered into the ward like a ghost.

My nose was bruised and my face was swollen, and I looked more terrifying than the wretched uncle, so when I waited for him with a cigarette the first two times, I was chased away by the nurse sister.But I persevered until a week later, when the swelling on my face subsided, and I finally approached him.At that time, there was only one cigarette left in my pack.I don't think I will meet him this time, so I won't wait any longer.

But I finished smoking and coughing because of discomfort, and I still didn't see him.

I knelt down and started crying.

At that time, he came over, without a cigarette in his hand, smoothed my hair, and said, "I see that your injuries are almost healed, why are you still crying? Can you look a little manly?"

At that time, I thought, if my dad was my own dad, and I acted like a baby and made trouble when I was young, would he talk to me in the same tone and touch my hair?

I didn't expect him to help me with anything, I just wanted to find someone to cry with, although subconsciously, such a handsome guy was very suitable for me, but I don't know if he is straight or crooked.But after listening to his words, my tears fell more urgently.

I told my biggest embarrassment, "I have no money to pay for hospitalization." Not only do I have no money to pay for hospitalization, but today I don't even have money for meals.I'm afraid I won't have the money to remove the plaster and follow up in three weeks.Even the tool to strike up a conversation with him here: cigarettes, is gone.

He sighed, "Where are your parents?"

"Not dear. I came out from home. My brother... I can't stay at home anymore."

He pulled me up from the ground and wiped away my tears with his sleeve. The force was a bit heavy and it hurt a little, but I felt very comfortable. Being wiped by someone and wiping myself was really not the same feeling.

"Let me lend it to you." He said to me in a negotiating tone, "Your injury is not serious. When you can be discharged from the hospital, you can live with me. Will you do housework?"

I shook my head, "I can't do well, and I can't live in your house, I'm gay." I didn't even know how I said that at the time, it seemed to be broken.Either he dislikes me and leaves me there, and it won't matter in the future.either...

But he smiled, still so gentle, like a father, "Really? I'm gay too. Do you have a boyfriend?"

I shook my head, and he said, "Me neither." He laughed again, "I've noticed you for a long time."

I blushed, "My nose was bruised and my face was swollen a few days ago."

"But the eyes are very clear. And here," he put his hand on my waist, "it looks very soft and tough."

I had goose bumps all over my body, but my heart was warm, even though I thought my eyes were not clear, they should be straight.

I went through the discharge procedures the next day and went home with him.

That night, I slept with him with the cast on my left leg.

I didn't know whether it was me or him who was in a hurry.After leaving home, the condom was useless for the second time.

I had already stretched myself hard in the bathroom beforehand, and he kept knocking on the door outside, asking if he could help me take a shower.I kept saying no, but he never left the bathroom door.

Seeing his shadow on the frosted door of the bath, my little brother was already on his feet.

After washing indiscriminately, she didn't wear a bathrobe, and just hugged her chest, half-covered.

"I've finished washing." The tone I said was ready for me, "My crutches are at the gate, please hug me."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he took my bathrobe and wiped off the water droplets on my body.But I just feel like sliding down against the door and making a puddle like those drops.

He twisted me around and licked the water off my waist.The hand slid down the waist, and when I touched it, I heard his laughter, softly, but it was definitely not ridicule.

I grabbed the door frame, pouted my butt like that, and said, "I'm fine. Aren't you coming in?"

He came in without even taking off his clothes.He pinched my waist fiercely.

I groaned, and my not-so-dry body was pressed against his suit, which made my whole body dry and hot.

But he backed out immediately.Picked me up, walked a few steps to the bedroom and threw me on the bed, arranged my big characters, and pushed me in again.

I hugged him and sighed for a long time. I really like the feeling of being pressed down and fulfilled, woman, don't provoke him in the future.

He really likes my waist, no matter how tossed and turned from front to back, he has to bend my waist until it can't be folded any more before he is satisfied.

I am so thankful that I broke not a thigh but a calf.It was only when his thighs clamped him, his lower abdomen stretched, and he was quickly stabbed to the peak by his ferocity.

That's it, very little fancy, very little detail.It's two mouths gnawing on each other, gnawing on the mouth, gnawing on the body, gnawing on the ears, and the lower body can't stop pumping and thrusting.My stuff made a mess between our chests and stomachs.He made my ass wet and limp.

When we stopped, when we hugged each other and were about to fall asleep, he told me, "Whether you are with me or someone else, you must wear a condom."

"I didn't wear it today."

"Oh, it's not you who hooked it. The cover is on the bedside table."

I firmly remember what he said.

But he seems to be very busy, and sometimes when he gets home, he falls asleep and falls asleep.It is rare for me to be so crazy with him anymore. Every night, I feel very satisfied when I hug him, listen to his heartbeat and snoring.

He would touch my hair occasionally in his sleep and dreams, and in his dreams, he always said, "Xiao An is so good."

He is 12 years older than me.

In the two and a half months he spent with me, he only slept with me seven times, which is barely three times a month.

The last time he let me ride on him and move by himself.I like this very much, I can slowly enjoy the charm of the high-pitched forward.

But he is nagging, telling me to wear a condom no matter who I am with in the future, telling me to be smarter in the future, telling me to learn some skills that can support myself in the future, and telling me not to be so self-willed...

So I laughed and called him "Dad".

"Am I that old again?!"

He threw me off, spanked me twice and fucked hard.Beautiful, I have always called him "Dad".

In the end, he reluctantly followed me, but I cried out tears.

The next day, he said he was going on a business trip, so he never came back.There was no news.

I think this is a relatively perfect love at first sight.When I was 17 years old.

But also hate him.

I waited in his house for more than half a month.

When the property said that the house was sold, I was asked to move quickly, and new residents were coming.I insisted on waiting until the new resident arrived and asked him if he knew Yan Gewei.

The man shook his head and said that the house was bought through an intermediary.

Yan Gewei gave me a card with a lot of money in it, enough for me to find a vocational school tuition fee and living expenses.I did the math, and it means that every time I go to bed with him, he will give me about [-].

That's all he left me.

He said that I must wear a condom when talking to people, so I named myself Little A.He said let me be smart, so I made a rule of three times a month.He left me [-], and I divided it, [-] each time.

However, I didn't move a penny of that money.

I applied to the technical school, and when I wanted to withdraw money to pay the tuition, I found that the card had been reported lost.

I don't know whether to hate him or miss him.

I can only go to the bar.

At that time, I met Lao Xia who was still called "Deng Shao".

Then nature mingled with them.

I didn't ask them to find out about Yan Gewei for me.

But every time I can't sleep at night, I think of him.And love and hate.

And now, I want to hear from him again.

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