look at me

Bai Chuan's fingers didn't use much force, he gently grabbed Fu Gangqiang's clothes, raised his neck, and looked at Fu Gangqiang's downcast eyes.

Fu Gangqiang bowed his head, stared into Bai Chuan's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Bai Chuan, I'm going to be 35. Unlike you, I don't have time and energy to spend anymore."

Following Fu Gangqiang's words, Bai Chuan's heart gradually sank.

Fu Gangqiang once told him that he hoped that he would seriously find a good girl and treat her well.Fu Gangqiang thought the same way.

Yes, Fu Gangqiang is not like him.

Fu Gangqiang can find another woman, there will always be a woman who will find him good, get married, start a family, have a series of children, and Fu Gangqiang will become a good father.

He, Bai Chuan, has no right to pester him, take advantage of his soft heart, and despicably pick him up.

Thinking of this, Bai Chuan slowly retracted his cold fingertips.

"But, thinking about it the other way around, I'm already at this age, so I'm not afraid of spending any more." Fu Gangqiang grasped Bai Chuan's shivering fingers with his generous palm, and the temperature from that palm was exactly as Bai Chuan imagined. Hot, thick, warming his cold fingertips.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the soft and fresh temperature seemed to extend upward from the fingertips, as if alive, it penetrated into Bai Chuan's chest, throat, and brain along the blood vessels.

Fu Gangqiang held those white hands. Bai Chuan's fingers were slender, white and delicate, with full fingertips, but cold as ice.

"It's not cold in your room, why are your hands so cold." Fu Gangqiang said, put his hands together, and gently rubbed Bai Chuan's hands.

Fu Gangqiang heard a sentence a long time ago, when he was in college.

They are all at the age of first love, girls often pass some sentences that have no scientific basis, but they want to be related to love.

One of the sentences is, "A person with a warm palm means someone is in pain."

Fu Gangqiang sneered when he heard this sentence, thinking that the sentence passed by the girl was pure fallacy.The college boys are all fierce and fierce, and their palms are generally hot, like a restless stove.

Who hurt them?Grumpy director?Yelling at their "Mao Gai" teacher every day?Or his father and mother?

But then again, what about people with cold hands?

Fu Gangqiang rubbed Bai Chuan's hands, somehow he thought of this sentence.

... People with cold hands, do they want someone to cover their hands for them?

Falling in love is not a job, and it is not something that can be reached in one breath.Falling in love with a man is not just a matter of passion, but requires more consideration.

About the future, about two families...

But Fu Gangqiang didn't want to think about these issues now. He was not a very thoughtful person in the first place. Except for things as big as the sky falling, he always encountered problems before solving them.

He and every girlfriend before, including Hu Die, both felt that they were close to each other. There had never been a single person who could give him such a headache like Bai Chuan.

Bai Chuan stared blankly at the hands held by Fu Gangqiang. He wanted to shake them back, but his fingers kept shaking because he was too nervous.

"What do you mean?" As soon as Bai Chuan opened his mouth, his tone went out of tune.He inhaled the sore nasal cavity, opened his eyes wide, and looked straight at Fu Gangqiang: "What does this mean?"

"That's what you mean." Fu Gangqiang slightly let go of Bai Chuan's warm hands.

Bai Chuan bit his lower lip with his neat upper teeth, and said with a choked voice, "I don't understand." He raised his right hand, intending to touch Fu Gangqiang's face, but his right hand stopped in mid-air hesitantly, not daring to move forward. stretch.

Fu Gangqiang understood what he meant, although he didn't know what was so good about his old, rough-skinned and thick-skinned face.He took Bai Chuan's hesitant hand and stuck it to his face.

"Tell me, I don't know what it means." Bai Chuan opened his eyes wide, and in the red eye sockets, the transparent liquid seemed to burst the embankment at any time, he asked persistently with a crying sound.

Fu Gangqiang has seen Bai Chuan at close range many times, his side face, front face, eating, dazed, every side is very vivid.

Maybe it's because Bai Chuan's facial features are too beautiful, his every move always catches people's attention, when he is silent, he is as beautiful as a painting.

In the past, when he and Bai Chuan looked at each other, Fu Gangqiang's eyes would not stay on that beautiful face for too long. Now that he thought about it, maybe it was because he knew he shouldn't look too much that he turned his eyes away immediately.

Now Fu Gangqiang just wants to take a good look at this face, laughing for him, crying for him.

He is obviously a man, but he can't help but think about it.

Fu Gangqiang leaned forward slightly, and under Bai Chuan's expectant but disbelieving gaze, he stroked his soft hair, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and pulled him into his arms.

Bai Chuan was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs in a suit.Fu Gangqiang had seen this body covered in bruises before, and was not in the mood to pay attention to whether this body had muscles and whether the bones were well-proportioned. Only when he hugged him into his arms did he realize that Bai Chuan was very thin.

His muscles are not obtrusive, and his smooth muscle lines are stiff and uncomfortable in his arms.

But Fu Gangqiang had an unprecedented feeling, his heart beat faster.

"That's what it means." Fu Gangqiang stroked Bai Chuan's hair and the back of his neck, and said in a low voice.

Bai Chuan buried his face in his chest, grabbed Fu Gangqiang's arm with both hands, tightly grasped the muscles of his upper arm with his fingers, and said in a weak voice: "Speak out, I want to hear you speak out. "

He waited for so long, waited for so long, so long that his chest was so painful that it was about to shatter.

Fu Gangqiang has lived to such an old age, and he hasn't said many sweet words.In the last marriage, Hu Die and Hu Die were introduced by friends, and everything happened naturally, and I never said those red-faced words.

Bai Chuan's soft hair rubbed against his chin, and the cold liquid soaked his chest through the shirt. Bai Chuan's body temperature seemed to warm the tears that flowed out, making Fu Gangqiang's chest hot.

"You tell me, all the wine in my wine cabinet will be yours." Bai Chuan said with a choked voice.

Fu Gangqiang smiled, his chest trembled slightly, and said with a smile, "It's really generous."

Bai Chuan scratched the muscles of his upper arm, and said in a hoarse voice: "... Tell me, I want to hear what you say, and I can give you anything."

Fu Gangqiang smiled and said, "You can't just promise this. If I were a little greedy, what would I do if I wanted your convertible car?"

Bai Chuan arched his chest and nodded: "It's all for you."

Fu Gangqiang lowered his head, put his face sideways on Bai Chuan's hair, and hugged him tightly.

The light in the room was dim, and Fu Gangqiang looked at the overlapping reflections on the wall between the two, like two big penguins cuddling together.

"Let's be together." Fu Gangqiang whispered.

In the silent room, Bai Chuan lowered his voice, choked up intermittently, and murmured vaguely: "I still need to listen, it's not enough."

"not enough?"

"Not enough...my convertible is expensive."

Fu Gangqiang laughed, put his arms around the crying man on his chest and said, "I don't know how to fall in love, I'm not gentle, and I don't know how to be romantic, but I will learn to treat you well." It's sour, he's really not used to saying these words, the people listening don't know how it feels, he is very embarrassed to say it.

Holding the weeping Bai Chuan in his arms, Fu Gangqiang gently stroked the back of his head, neck, and back. Without this moment, Fu Gangqiang could clearly feel that the person in his arms loved him more than he imagined. Want hot feelings.

After a long time, Bai Chuan raised his head from his chest, only his red and swollen eyes were exposed, his eyelashes stained with tears trembled, he fixedly looked at Fu Gangqiang, looking at him, his beautiful eyes began to accumulate water again .

Fu Gangqiang: "..."

Why are you crying again?

Are Bai Chuan's lacrimal glands so weak?

"Don't cry." Fu Gangqiang let Bai Chuan sit on his lap like a baby, grabbed the paper on the table and wiped Bai Chuan's tears: "Are your eyes the water pump drain of the fish tank?"

At this time, Bai Chuan put away all his eloquence, and obediently sat on Fu Gangqiang's lap, letting him wipe away his tears.

Although he looked thin, Bai Chuan was not light. With a height of 1.8 meters, the weight of the bones alone was tens of kilograms. Just as he carried Bai Chuan onto his legs, Fu Gangqiang's leg bones were numb.

But looking at Bai Chuan obediently looking at him, Fu Gangqiang's man's self-esteem rose, so let him sink, and his legs couldn't be broken.

"Really?" Bai Chuan suddenly asked softly.

"What?" Fu Gangqiang put the paper on the tea table and turned to look at him.

Bai Chuan looked at him and said nothing, and Fu Gangqiang knew that what Bai Chuan said was, "You want to treat me well" was true.

"Have I lied to you?" Fu Gangqiang wrapped his left hand around his waist, and gently stroked his cheek with his right hand.Bai Chuan's skin was very fair and soft to the touch, Fu Gangqiang thought to himself, those bottles and cans were really not in vain.

Bai Chuan shook his head, and said again: "Didn't you sympathize with me?"

Fu Gangqiang raised his eyebrows: "I sympathize with you, can I hug you like this?" Fu Gangqiang bumped his legs, and Bai Chuan, who was sitting on his lap, also bumped up.

"A word of sympathy can let you sit on my lap?"

Bai Chuan pursed his lips, put his arms around Fu Gangqiang's neck, pressed his forehead against his, and said, "Two months ago you said you didn't like men."

Bai Chuan was like an insecure child, asking Fu Gangqiang over and over again.

Fu Gangqiang patiently answered over and over again: "Two months ago? You have to give me time, after all, I have liked women for more than 30 years."

"You still prefer women."

"No, it's not women I like most now."

This sentence is like a pause button, pressing the rest of Bai Chuan's words.

After waiting for a long time before Bai Chuan asked his next question, Fu Gangqiang looked sideways at him.Bai Chuan's forehead was pressed against Fu Gangqiang's left side, and the corners of his eyes, cheeks and ear tips were flushed.

His skin is pale, which looks particularly obvious.

"Shy?" Fu Gangqiang wanted to turn his head to take a good look at him, but Bai Chuan buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder, not letting him look.

Fu Gangqiang had seen Bai Chuan with this expression before. As soon as he turned his head, he remembered the time when he handed Bai Chuan cotton candy while watching the fireworks.

"Bai Chuan, raise your head up."

Bai Chuan nestled on his shoulder and remained motionless, pretending not to hear.

Fu Gangqiang smiled and said, "Didn't you say, let me see you? Lift your head up."

Pain suddenly came from his shoulder, and Fu Gangqiang realized that it was Bai Chuan who was biting him.This bit of pain was not painful to Gang Qiang, he bumped his leg, shaking Bai Chuan's whole body onto him.

"The smell of smoke is so strong." Bai Chuan let go of his mouth, tightly hugging this man who made him miss him day and night. He had long wanted to touch this broad shoulder and rub his face against his chin.

Fu Gangqiang: "There is a smoking seat in the cafe opposite, I smoked almost a pack."

Bai Chuan reacted: "You have been at the cafe opposite."

Fu Gangqiang: "Well, I sat for more than two hours."

Bai Chuan: "Two hours? What have you been thinking about?"

Fu Gangqiang held his right hand back and forth, and said with a smile, "I want to make you willing to sit on my lap."

There was another pain in the shoulder, Fu Gangqiang hissed and said, "Hey! Your canine teeth are really not in vain."

What had he been thinking for those two hours?

Fu Gangqiang recalled that during those two hours, he didn't seem to be thinking about whether to take this step. It seemed that he spent two hours recalling the details of his encounter with Bai Chuan...

The author has something to say: The director of the "sugar factory" has officially resumed work

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