Chinese ship across the ocean

Zhanyang's beloved horse is wild and unruly. Once on the highway, the roar of the engine is deafening, like an ancient beast that has been imprisoned for a long time.

Lu Shaorong shouted frantically: "Slow down—"

Zhan Yang smiled and replied loudly: "The wind is too strong, I didn't hear clearly—"

The surrounding scenery is blurred, at the end of the highway, on the distant horizon, the crimson sunset glow is like the fingerprints of the evening, tearing apart the night scene.

The hem of Zhan Yang's windbreaker floated crazily in the strong wind, almost flattened, revealing slender feet and shiny leather boots, Lu Shaorong felt his heart was lifted into his throat.

Zhan Yang's mount instantly overtook the private car driving at high speed, and with just a glance, all the vehicles on the road were left behind.Lu Shaorong's heart beat extremely violently, and he saw the sunglasses under Zhan Yang's helmet from the rear view mirror, and he could almost see the focused eyes behind the sunglasses.

Life and death line.

"We're going to die—! Slow down—!" When Lu Shaorong saw the size on the fuel gauge, he hugged Zhanyang's waist tightly almost subconsciously.

After days of torrential rain, the stagnant water on the side of the road was crazily run over, splashing white flowers nearly one meter high.

"I'll wipe!" Lu Shaorong was completely speechless after being sprayed with water all over his body.

"Don't walk in the middle!!"

There was a buzzing sound, every time he struck his heart like the strings of the god of death, he stretched his tall body and tilted slightly, the locomotive roared, provocatively rushing towards several rumbling container trucks.

There will definitely be a car accident, and you will definitely die!Lu Shaorong could almost foresee the end of the car crash, and the pointer was crazily knocking on the edge of the right dial, as if it was about to break at any time.

At the junction of dusk and dark night, the container truck turned on its headlights, and the locomotive rushed into the gap between two parallel container trucks!

"Ahhh—" Lu Shaorong couldn't help shouting.

With two buzzing sounds, the container truck passed by, and Zhan Yang's mount flew out from the front of the car, and Lu Shaorong broke out in a cold sweat like a collapse.

All the lights on both sides of the highway were turned on at that moment.

The dusk faded, and the long night came, and the locomotive rushed to the end of the sky on the empty road.

On the outskirts of New York State, at the exit of the highway, the locomotive stopped outside the speed change railing.

Half of Lu Shaorong's body was wet, his feet were weak, and he followed Zhan Yang into a Chinese noodle restaurant.

Paper lanterns, big and small, were hung in the noodle shop, emitting yellow light, and several calligraphy and paintings hung on the white walls.

The proprietress is from Suzhou, wearing an embroidered blue cheongsam, and the Suzhou people speak softly and softly. When entering the noodle shop, it makes people feel that Cai’s adventure just happened in another world.

Zhan Yang knew the shop very well, obviously he came here often to eat, ordered the dishes with ease, and took the teapot by himself to pour tea for Lu Shaorong.

"Do you often risk your life like this?" Lu Shaorong breathed out, obviously still worried about the racing behavior just now, and noticed that Zhan Yang's left hand, which was pouring tea, was also shaking uncontrollably.

He is also afraid.

Lu Shaorong seemed to see a completely different, real him.

Zhan Yang replied: "Very few, is it fun?"

Lu Shaorong nodded and said, "It's okay."

Lu Shaorong took the tea, holding the blue cup covered with broken porcelain patterns, and the two sat quietly under the bright yellow light.Kunqu opera was playing softly in the store, and the proprietress hummed along with it.

There were only the two of them in the noodle restaurant. Zhan Yang took off his sunglasses and put them on the table. Lu Shaorong brought them and pinned them under his collar. He suddenly felt a strange and indescribable feeling that connected them together.

5 minutes ago, they shuttled on the death line together, Zhan Yang drove his death chariot, and dragged Lu Shaorong into a dangerous situation without any explanation, just like a dictatorial knight, after wandering for several times, he died in blood Go out and rush to the new students.

It is a man's dream to have his own mount. In the Middle Ages it was a war horse, and in modern times it is a motorcycle.

Perhaps it is difficult for people who drive Rolls-Royce to understand the persistence of motorcyclists. Lu Shaorong once wanted a motorcycle very much, and even worked hard for a period of time, saving money, just to buy an outdated second-hand car.

But Hong Kong has a lot of villains, and there is no place for him to drive so crazily. Under the excuse of his boyfriend that "riding a motorcycle is not safe", he finally changed his deposit to buy him a second-hand private car.

On the other side of the Pacific Ocean now, that man may be driving their horses, driving his wife out for dinner, karaoke, and drinking in Lan Kwai Fong...

They looked at each other for a moment, Zhanyang coughed unnaturally, and looked away.

Lu Shaorong asked: "Is there no news about my passport yet? It's been almost half a month."

Zhan Yang shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I just wanted to ask you this. After you get your passport back, what kind of job do you plan to find...? You can't wash dishes, right?"

Lu Shaorong teased: "What's wrong with washing dishes? Many international students are washing dishes."

Zhan Yang: "..."

Lu Shaorong looked at Zhan Yang's face, his shirt collar was still unkempt, his shoulders were splashed with water, and the transparent shirt stuck to his skin, showing a nearly perfect muscle outline.

Zhan Yang said, "I can't wash the dishes anyway, what are you kidding?"

Lu Shaorong's heart moved, and he suddenly had a strange idea. Is it possible that Zhanyang has found the passport, but he is unwilling to hand it over to him? What is his plan?

Lu Shaorong gave in and said, "Then what do you think I should do? Will you help me find a job?"

Zhan Yang leaned back in his chair, thought for a while, and when he was about to make his suggestion, Lu Shaorong said again: "I don't really want you to help me arrange work."

Zhan Yang frowned, and Lu Shaorong said: "If you arranged it, I did a good job. If others give you face, at most they think that the person you recommended is good; if I mess up, I will lose your face."

Zhan Yang was silent for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said: "When I just graduated, the old man helped me find a teaching job, and I said the same."

Lu Shaorong changed the subject and said, "You are not suitable to be a teacher."

Zhan Yang smiled and said, "I think so too."

Zhan Yang originally wanted Lu Shaorong to take a part-time job in his company, but Lu Shaorong's devious route was too cunning, so he withdrew his unspoken suggestion. He thought about it for a while, and suddenly said: "The game you are playing now , There are also many professional players in China who are making money.”

Lu Shaorong thought that Zhan Yang had put forward some constructive suggestions, but when he heard it, his head was as big as a bucket, and he begged for mercy: "You'd better let me wash the dishes..."

Zhan Yang said sternly: "Don't underestimate professional players, the salaries of freelancers are sometimes unimaginable. Take the famous Tier [-] flying sword as an example, each one can be auctioned on the trading website outside the game. The high price of several thousand RMB..."

Lu Shaorong asked in surprise: "How do you know? Are you playing too?"

Zhan Yang realized something, and replied: "My assistant is playing, you know, that kid is a big loser, and he often buys equipment outside the game."

Lu Shaorong remembered that he didn't work hard to fight the boss, and patronized Qingfeng, a money fan who yelled, maybe he was also a professional gamer.

Lu Shaorong said: "This is unrealistic..."

Zhan Yang said indifferently: "Before you get your passport back, you can consider giving it a try. It is said that Shujian's economic system is doing very well, with few bugs, and there is little chance of inflation."

Lu Shaorong said again: "Let's talk about it, I'm still spending your money to play games, I'm not familiar with it at all."

Zhan Yang said with a smile: "No matter what money you earn, you always have to lose a little at the beginning."

The noodles served in a celadon bowl were brought up, and the black wooden chopsticks had a pleasant fragrance. Their conversation about Lu Shaorong's future came to an end.

After the meal, Zhan Yang patted the back seat of the car and rode on the car again.

Lu Shaorong said: "It rained for a few days just now, don't drive so fast."

Zhan Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, it won't happen this time."

His speed slowed down, and Lu Shaorong said again: "My life is worthless, Yang Yang, you are the big boss..."

Zhan Yang said: "What big boss, the company is not listed, compared to the billionaire guys on Wall Street, brother Zhan is just a beggar...you call me by my nickname, I'm going to go racing..."

"No no no..."

"By the way, I'm curious, Yangyang."

"?"

"How did you drop two levels?"

"What??" Zhan Yang turned his head inexplicably, and Lu Shaorong hurriedly shouted: "Don't look back! There is a car ahead! It's about to rear-end!"

Zhan Yang hurriedly turned to avoid it, Lu Shaorong said: "It's okay, I'm out of my mind... I mistook you for someone else."

At night, Zhanyang was still lying on the bed watching his doraemon. Lu Shaorong had been in New York for nearly a week, but nothing had happened to them.

He just simply took care of me as a younger brother, Lu Shaorong thought to himself.

After Lu Shaorong took a shower, he stood naked in the bathroom, looking at himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Lu Shaorong has been working as a swimming lifeguard all year round. The bronze color of his skin has not faded under the sun's exposure, and his eyebrows have not been trimmed, and they are tied outwards in a rough way.

Lu Shaorong casually fetched the eyebrow clipper from the washing rack, secretly amused that Zhanyang would still use this kind of thing, tried to clip a few disobedient eyebrows, and suddenly gasped in pain, and grinned.

"Are you using my razor?" Zhan Yang's voice came from outside the bathroom.

Just as Lu Shaorong was about to answer, Zhan Yang asked again: "Aren't you afraid that I have AIDS?"

Lu Shaorong said casually, "Do you want to have sex?"

Zhan Yang said casually: "Let's wait until the pre-marital medical examination report comes out. I slept with a black man before..."

Lu Shaorong almost slipped and fell in the bathroom, Zhan Yang said with a smile: "My parents expressed strong opposition and told me that even if I want to find a man to marry, I have to find an oriental man, preferably Chinese."

Lu Shaorong replied: "What does it matter if you don't have children?"

He put on white boxer briefs, walked into the bedroom, Zhan Yang looked at him for a while, and said, "Tell me about you, how many boyfriends have you had over the years? When did you find out that you like men?"

Lu Shaorong jumped onto the bed, fetched a towel, rubbed his half-wet short hair, and replied: "I only had one... I met on the beach. The day before you called my dad, it happened to be the time we broke up... ... what are you looking at?"

Zhan Yang looked away and jokingly said, "You look like a male star in Japanese GV."

Lu Shaorong said with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment, I was unemployed for a while, and I really thought about it."

Lu Shaorong participated in the swimming team for three years in middle school, and worked as a lifeguard after graduation. He has been exercising under the sun exposure and the impact of the water all year round. His abdominal muscles are strong, his hands and feet are slender, his chest muscles are well-proportioned, and his height is only 1.7 meters [-], which is really very good. Like a muscle swimmer actor in GV.

The best number zero.

Lu Shaorong said: "I'm sorry, my attitude may have been a little casual just now, I just heard..."

Zhan Yang said, "I believe you are not a casual person."

Lu Shaorong thought for a while before explaining seriously: "In the gay circle in Hong Kong, one-night stands are a common phenomenon. Everyone only talks about sex, not about love. They all want to get married in the future, and they feel that they can't stay together forever... I don't know if this is the case in the United States. .”

Zhan Yang said indifferently: "The United States is also the same, the gay people are similar everywhere."

Lu Shaorong smiled again: "But I've never had a one-night stand, at least I haven't tried it after living for so long."

Lu Shaorong thought of his ex-boyfriend's gay friends, they met and broke up, and they often expressed difficulty in understanding the strong relationship between Shaorong and that man.

Zhan Yang put down the comic book, and continued: "I was also very confused when I was in my early twenties."

"When I first came to the United States, people here were very open-minded. I had a few gay friends... just ordinary friends who often asked me to hang out..."

Lu Shaorong interrupted Zhanyang's self-mockery, and changed the topic: "I think sex is different from love, what do you think?"

Zhan Yang nodded and said: "Yes, you need to be very cautious when dealing with love, marriage and family responsibilities. If you don't love, you won't get married."

Zhan Yang woke up from the memory and said, "Cover the quilt, or put on some clothes, don't catch a cold."

Lu Shaorong tilted his head and teased, "Brother Zhan, I didn't mean to seduce you..."

Zhan Yang mocked: "Of course, you didn't succeed in seducing either."

Zhan Yang lifted the quilt and let out a "huh" sound. He was also almost naked, wearing only a pair of very thin black briefs. The bullet briefs were almost transparent, revealing the outline of his crotch. The underwear was not covered. hold up.

The size of Zhan Yang's thing is not small even if it hangs softly, there is almost no difference between hard and not hard, Zhan Yang is not hard, Lu Shaorong glanced at it, but it became hard involuntarily.

Lu Shaorong's mouth was dry, his face was reddish, turned his head away, bent his foot unnaturally, covered the quilt, and suddenly realized: "It's probably time for you to take a shower... and jerk off."

"..."

Zhan Yang decided not to talk nonsense with him anymore, and turned off the lamp with a snap.

In the darkness, the peach blossom fishes in the living room were chasing each other, and Lu Shaorong's voice came from the bedroom: "I have a friend in Hong Kong who sells aphrodisiac wine..."

There was a snap, and the lights came on again.

Lu Shaorong hurriedly said: "I didn't say anything, you have to go to work, sleep, sleep tomorrow."

Zhan Yang turned off the lights again.

"I heard that a client shot on all fours that night after drinking that wine..."

"...You are enough!" Zhan Yang said angrily.

Lu Shaorong's guess was wrong, Zhan Yang did molested himself once in the shower, but when he turned on the light just now, he still had the strength to play, and planned to push Lu Shaorong on the bed to play, or really fuck him once.

However, Zhanyang couldn't explain why, he always felt that he couldn't do it... he couldn't do the chicken.

Maybe it's because I still have childhood memories of Lu Shaorong. He was Zhan Yang's only childhood friend after the Zhan family moved to Yuen Long. He played football downstairs after school every day. Zhan Yang would take Lu Shaorong home Have a bowl of soup.

Reunited after many years, Zhan Yang felt a restrained stranger to Lu Shaorong.

He seemed to be his natural family member, not a bed partner or a lover who could arouse his burning passion.