Terrorist attacks

Qiao Yisheng carefully held up Lin Xin's buttocks, and lingered along them. Lin Xin was scorched by the scorching heat, and his body shrank back desperately, but he grabbed his waist and was forced to tolerate it a little bit. Clutching the sheets, his knuckles turned white, his head turned to one side, and he took a deep breath.

Qiao Yan stopped his movements, helped him up, hugged him and kissed him. Lin Xin only felt the pain and had no strength to resist. He let him kiss, from forehead to chin, then to neck, and finally on the lips. Lingering around, conquering easily, sneaking in to tease faintly, setting off a violent storm, electric currents lingering in the spine, gradually relaxing completely, and consciousness blurred.Qiao Yisheng stroked his hands from his back to his waist, clasped them again, and slammed them in, halfway through.Lin Xin's men subconsciously brushed across the opponent's back, and immediately there were a few bloody marks on the fair and shiny skin, which was violent.He was in a trance. It was something you love and I wish. Although he came with the idea that he would save a lot of trouble after he endured a little pain, it was unexpected that he was scratched in the process. Stretching out his hand to caress those scars slowly, his mind was in a mess, thinking that there seemed to be two bottles of Dieda wine at home, which could be given to him as compensation.

As soon as his hand covered the wound, Qiao Yisheng stopped moving, quietly waiting for his next step, his fingertips slowly walked along the bloodstains carefully and meticulously, Qiao Yisheng's breathing suddenly became rapid, inexplicably excited happy.

He gently opened the gap between the buttocks, separated the two parts, pushed hard, and was completely contained. Lin Xin's fingertips suddenly fell halfway, and another bloodstain was drawn. Compared with the previous one, it was even more shocking.

Qiao Yisheng's last bit of rationality was disconnected after being stimulated, and he began to move slowly, withdrew gently, and then advanced deeply.

Lin Xin didn't dare to put his hand behind his back anymore, so he could only hang down weakly. Qiao Yan grabbed it and put it on his lips to kiss gently.

Qiao Yisheng gradually sped up the speed, Lin Xin's bent legs trembled slightly, Lin Xin was like a fish being poured into a frying pan, before he was dying, he suddenly struggled, his body leaned forward, and his head turned back into a beautiful arc .

He covered his eyes with his hands, and his thoughts gradually drifted into the distance.

I saw him again as a child.

In the sweltering summer, he was taking a nap upstairs, but was woken up by his servants. His grandfather's old men came to visit, followed by his dazed little grandson.

The child was fat and cute, his clothes were old, and there were patches hidden in the dark, but he was neat and clean, his eyes looked around curiously, and when he saw him, he couldn't help but smiled kindly, his eyebrows curved.

He had just woken up and was a little impatient, but he still had to follow his grandfather's wishes and socialize.Sitting in front of the piano and playing Bach's pieces, he was too young at that time, his fingers were short and inflexible at all, and he couldn't remember the score, but the man was full of joy, and he leaned over to look at it, and stretched out his hand to press the keys nonchalantly. It was so many years ago, how could he still remember it so clearly, it's not bad at all.

A few more years had passed, and that person had come out exceptionally handsome, but it was obvious that his family had changed and he was incredibly thin.

The scene in the old days, like gurgling water, gurgled through his mind from time to time. He remembered waiting patiently every afternoon, staying at home all day long, and he had no playmates. He thought that the child would come every day in the future, so he waited until the smoke came. Leng Yuehan, the time is wrong, until this time, both of them are in high school, but he doesn't remember himself.

Then there is the harm of ignorance, which is enough to imprison each other for a lifetime. When we meet again after many years, too many things are unpredictable, and it turns out that things have changed.

He was right not to choose himself.

From the beginning to the end, Lin Xin couldn't count it as a loss, because he never got it.

He is fine now, so Lin Xin is fine.

Qiao Yisheng clasped Lin Xin's hands covering his face with one hand, pressing them directly above, and pulled his chin with the other hand, kissing him, pushing his body forward forcefully, the broken voice was deliberately blocked, Lin Xin involuntarily opened his eyes wide, his pupils constricted, and Qiao Yisheng also looked into these blurred eyes.

A picture from a long time ago reappeared, obscure and out of frame.

He suddenly recalled that when he was a child, people came and went in the complex courtyard, and there were a few worn-out bicycles scattered in the corner of the courtyard. Most of the time, the front of the car still has big bars, and the dull paint has been mottled and sparse. Someone pushed past him, the wheels creaked, and slowly moved away.It's not harsh, the car has long since disappeared, and there is still the sound of wheels running over in his ears, with a slight drag, like many people behind him, poking his spine, saying look, beautiful little bastard, fuck It was the dancer from the art troupe, jumping and jumping, and this bastard jumped out of his stomach. He couldn't help himself as a ready-made cheap father, and he ended up being abused by foreign devils!

Such a small child couldn't understand at all, so he asked his mother in a few words, what is a bastard, what is a foreign devil, but the mother didn't speak, and hugged him to the mirror, she said, look.She caressed his pale eyes, straight nose, fair but well-defined face, and beautiful lips.

Later he learned that his mother was not in a good spirit, and often sat alone in the room in a daze, reading other people's names, and looking at the cobwebs in the corner.He had seen what his mother had looked like in the photos, a group of dancing girls in military uniforms, and she stood out in the crowd.

He likes to move a small bench to sit in the sun in winter, leaning against grandpa's legs.Grandpa is an art teacher in a nearby middle school. He is old and has already retired.Occasionally students came to see him, they were all middle-aged, many of them were driving cars, and some were older than their mother.He vaguely knew that his grandfather had stayed in the Central Academy of Fine Arts before, and many of the students he taught became famous.It happened many years ago, when I was a young man, but opportunities sometimes passed by more inexplicably than youth, a movement ransacked everything.As long as he can remember, my grandfather didn't paint much, and spent more time busy with trivial matters in life.Get up early every day to buy groceries, then send Qiao Yisheng to school, and then turn around to cook, and every time I have to serve the meal, I stroke his head and say, son, go and call mom out for dinner.

Once he sneaked into the house as usual, it was probably a summer evening, the sky was overcast and extremely stuffy, people were about to suffocate, and the cicada outside the window was lying on the tree, screaming happily.The silk entangled in the spider's web was hanging in front of the table, and the wind blew in with waves of heat, and the silk fluttered, as if it was about to break at any moment.

Mom was lying on the table, motionless, Qiao Yi thought that she might have fallen asleep, and shook her shoulder hesitantly, but got no response.

Turning to her again, seeing her lifeless face, all blood was gone.

Qiao Yi sounded very calm, he cut off the spider silk that was blown by the wind, cleaned her hair, then turned around and closed the window, went out to tell grandpa, and even sent her to the ground in the end. shock.