Inscription of Different Cases

Han Lang immediately threw a punch, and after being dodged by the opponent, he made up for it with another kick.He Yijiu's brows were frowned, and he seemed to be angry, tearing at Han Lang's belt like a hungry wolf.Han Lang grabbed his shoulders and struggled vigorously. Seeing this, the other party bit Han Lang's lips again, hooked his tongue and stirred it lingeringly.This man is obviously an old hand. While he was pressing Han Lang and nibbling, he rubbed his lower body tightly against the other's waist and crotch. The hardness and heat of the soldering iron made Han Lang's ears turn red with embarrassment. He even felt a rush of boiling blood. Running left and right in the body, and finally ran straight to the middle of the legs.

"He Yijiu, you're fucking crazy, are you in spring!"

He Yijiu didn't reply, his meaning couldn't be more obvious, Han Lang finally found a gap and slapped him directly, then kicked him away, and immediately there was a sound of metal rubbing, "Feng Don't say" out of the sheath.

He Yijiu expected that it might not be successful this time, but he didn't expect such a violent reaction.Especially the look in Han Lang's eyes, there was only anger and repulsion in it, it was completely turned upside down, leaving no half of friendship for him.He felt anxious, but became even more helpless. Most of the friends he met before were knowledgeable people, and some of them were quite knowledgeable. As long as He Yijiu made such a statement explicitly or secretly, no matter how reserved he was, he would not persist for long. Just depend on it.

But Han Lang was different. He was a proud man, and he had never been exposed to these things on weekdays. Some aspects could even be said to be blank.His temper is too tough, his temper is too stubborn, like a hedgehog, he only cares about stabbing people.But now He Yijiu obviously picked up all the reverse scales of his whole body, he pointed his sword at He Yijiu's nose, his cheeks were flushed, and he was panting heavily.He Yijiu was also much more awake at this time, and took half a step back, not forcing him anymore.

"Get out!" Han Lang's anger was burning to the top of his head, his ears were buzzing, and he almost yelled, "Get out! Don't let me see you again!"

He Yijiu already regretted it. He found sadly that he still couldn't deal with Han Lang. The man in front of him was hard-boned and thin-skinned. He could only be soft and coax him to take off his guard. on the bow.But he had endured it for too long, and was disturbed by a bunch of crap, so he really didn't want to wait any longer.

Then things developed like this.

He Yijiu didn't listen to Han Lang's words, nor was he stupid enough to hit the blade head-on.He lowered his posture and stepped back a little bit, looking a little aggrieved: "Sorry, sorry, I'm really sorry, there are a few broken facts today that really make me sad, I miss you, I haven't seen you for a long time, I just I want to pull you closer..."

After finishing speaking, he carefully moved Han Lang's sword point away a little bit, leaned on him, and arched his head on the opponent's shoulder: "A Lang, you know, the first time I saw you, I was pregnant with you in a different way." I have a crush on you, really."

"I regard you as a brother." Han Lang's tone was cold, holding a sword in one hand and clutching the baggy clothes in the other, looking at He Yijiu as if without emotion.

He Yijiu's heart trembled. He didn't like the look in Han Lang's eyes. The two of them seemed to go back to the beginning. In the dark interrogation room, Han Lang only regarded him as a prisoner, but he deliberately teased him , just to see if he can show a different expression.

"But I don't just want to be your brother."

Han Lang's throat moved a few times, and seeing He Yijiu still moving towards him, his heart was in a mess, and he felt one ball after another of flames exploding in his chest.He didn't know what he wanted, as if a knife split him into two, one wanted to reach out to embrace He Yijiu, and the other cursed, saying what on earth did you take me for, I don't want to be fucked by a man, I'm not Your kind!

The more he thought about it, the more confused he felt, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and even his Adam's apple was agitating up and down, as if the long suppressed flame in his chest was about to burst out.Seeing that He Yijiu was getting closer and closer, and his mind was getting more and more in a dilemma, the taut string finally snapped in two, and he pushed He Yijiu away again, hissing: "Didn't you fucking want to fuck me? Hey, if you want to do it again, I'll never end with you!"

He Yijiu also got angry, and felt that all his careful pursuits had been in vain: "If I only wanted to fuck you, I would have done it long ago!"

"My surname is He, I really misread you!" Han Lang smashed the sword blade in his hand on the ground aggressively, kicked the quilt away and ran under the bed.As soon as he moved, the clothes that He Yijiu had torn up earlier made it even more difficult to cover his body, and they fell loosely to the ground.Seeing this, his face became even redder, and he angrily pulled up his clothes and wrapped them all over his body, staring at He Yijiu tremblingly, unable to scold anyone even if he wanted to.

"Look at what you've done! I'm fucking your eighteenth generation ancestor! Why on earth do I think you're a good bastard!"

He Yijiu also lost his patience, cursed a bad word, and immediately lowered his face and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. He is such a scum with no morals! Forget it, I also misjudged the person and provoked you Such a stubborn ass!"

After all, he threw the messy bedding on the ground as if venting his anger, got up thumping, and kicked over the desk in Han Lang's bedroom.Han Lang became more and more angry, and shouted: "Don't touch my things!"

"I can afford it!"

Han Lang rushed forward, and the two scuffled again.This time, there was no longer any ambiguous atmosphere, it was just a fight purely for venting anger.The two big men tore together like wild animals, Han Lang's eyes were blackened, and He Yijiu's nose was bleeding from the beating.They beat and cursed, and uttered countless harsh and harsh words, until at a certain moment, both of them were exhausted, leaning against the wall like two corpses, motionless.

It started raining outside at some point, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the eaves hard like hailstones, making a dull knocking sound.The door of the house was wide open, the windows were also open, and the piercing chill kept drifting into the room. Han Lang stared at a dead tree outside the window with a dazed expression. There were still a few solitary yellow leaves on the top of the tree. He fell to the ground and fell into the mire.

There was some movement around him, He Yijiu got up, stooped to pick up his things, and then left the room silently.Han Lang also propped up his upper body. He suddenly felt his nose sore, so he slammed his head against the wall.Trembling, dizzy, all sentimentality was forced away by the pain, he sat on the ground covering his forehead, and didn't move for a long time.

When Han Lang sighed for the ninth time, the people around him finally couldn't bear it anymore, glanced at him and said, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Tell me, why does he have to take a fancy to me?"

Lin Xiaosheng didn't bother to pay attention to him, he just cleaned up the dishes and pretended he didn't hear anything.

Han Lang's eyes were still blue, and a water bag was pasted on his forehead to reduce the swelling.Today, when he went to the county government with his appearance, he was questioned all the way. The neighbors in the neighborhood thought he was injured by brave gangsters, and they all showed concern.The catcher in the yamen was also very curious, and asked him if he had been retaliated against, and if he wanted to seek justice.The corner of Han Lang's mouth twitched, and he quickly said no.

He couldn't tell anyone about it, but he kept holding back and feeling uncomfortable, like sealing firecrackers in an earthen jar, and they could only explode with a muffled sound.He has never felt so aggrieved, he doesn't like anyone, and he wants to find someone to scold at any time.His subordinates were keenly aware of his abnormality, and when they saw him, they all made a detour, so Han Lang had no choice but to vent his evil fire on those street hooligans and thieves.

This morning he caught five thieves, and he beat them all up.There is also a street vendor who fights with people. In the past, it was enough to persuade him with good words. Today, when he got angry, he directly threw the person into the yamen.

"This young man is usually very kind, what medicine did he take wrongly today?" At noon, when a group of officials were having lunch in the yamen, the county magistrate whispered to the master.

The master secretary shook his head to express his ignorance.

The county magistrate babbled a few more words, to the effect that young people are so reckless and impulsive.His voice was not low, and was heard by Han Lang who happened to be passing by. In the past, he must have laughed it off, but he was obviously not in the mood today, so he stopped and choked, "I've eaten gunpowder."

The county magistrate was obviously choked by him, and was about to curse when he opened his mouth, but was stopped by the boss.Han Lang ignored them, threw his hands away and walked directly outside.

It was a sweltering day in the afternoon, even the dog panted with its mouth wide open and refused to move.There are a lot fewer people on the street, and the stalls in the market are temporarily closed. The bosses gather in twos and threes in the cool place, either chatting or taking a nap.In this weather, Han Lang wandered around the street, not a routine patrol, because he kept his eyes on the ground, and he didn't notice someone passing by, so he looked preoccupied.And he didn't walk fast, he only walked in places that were inaccessible, and sometimes he turned into a dark alley, but he stopped instead, leaning against the wall and sighing heavily.

The work at hand was finished in the morning, and no one would care where he went, so he had to wander around the street without thinking.He just wanted to find a place to calm down, but the hot afternoon wind made his head dizzy, and he kept repeating the words He Yijiu in his mind.He didn't know what kind of thoughts he had towards that person, it wasn't hatred, although he really didn't want to see him.like?It's even more absurd. Although he doesn't dislike getting along with He Yijiu, and even likes it, but...

--But I don't just want to be your brother.

"Bastard!" Han Lang couldn't help cursing.Isn't it good to just be brothers? There are so many close friends in the world, so many sworn brothers, why must it become that kind of relationship.He Yijiu likes men, but Han Lang claims to be a normal person, so it is impossible for him to fall in love with another pure man who is taller and stronger than himself!

But is he really not interested?When I saw He Yijiu recently, I did feel like being tickled by a feather.I haven't seen him for a few days, but I still feel uncomfortable all over my body, and I don't know if it's missing him or something.And...and he has lust for He Yijiu, when he touches him, his whole body feels like being burned by flames, even his cheeks are hot, and he just wants to find a place to hide in embarrassment.

Does he have that kind of thought about He Yijiu?

"Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible!" Han Lang was so excited when he thought of this, he almost jumped up.If it wasn't for the unbearable pain in his forehead, he might bang his head against the wall again.It must be that He Yijiu was too kind to him, and he became dependent. He wouldn't have any other thoughts about that person, it's impossible.

Thinking about it, He Yijiu must have been prepared and coveted him long ago.Otherwise, why would he always come to meet him, how could he spoil him for no reason?He always said that it was because he owed his life that he took care of himself in everything, so as not to let down the painstaking efforts he had put into saving people in the first place.Such rhetoric is probably just to numb Han Lang's thinking and make Han Lang have no scruples about him.

And when they first met, He Yijiu teased him in every possible way, full of jokes.Han Lang clearly remembered that at Baochangba, He Yijiufei came to share the same bed with him, and deliberately made such a request to him at night.At that time, he thought that He Yijiu was deliberately teasing him, but now that he thinks about it, that's not the case at all.Is he probing?If I saw him right, would I really be able to get out together that night?

Thinking of this, Han Lang was so angry that he kicked over the debris at his feet.Who did He Yijiu think of him?He, does he look like the kind of lustful and indulgent person, or the kind of young lady who sells out!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he was so angry that he wanted to peel off the skin of that man, chop it into pieces, stuff it into his mouth and swallow it directly.Right now he was impatient to walk around the street, and if he held on any longer, he would explode with anger.He wanted to find someone to complain about, but the first person he chose was Lin Xiaosheng.That person was an excellent listener, and he knew how to keep secrets. Han Lang thought of this and ran straight there, but on the way, he thought that it would not be good for him to grow old, so he bought some melons, fruits and snacks, thinking that even if Lin Xiaosheng didn't want to Eat, and you can also feed skinks by the way.

When he went, Lin Xiaosheng just came home from the stall and was tidying up the house.The skink was lazily lying on the table, with a big silver-gray mouse squatting beside it.Another basket was placed in the room, which contained some mountain products, mushrooms, wild vegetables and fruits, and a hare with shed hair.

Han Lang asked casually, "That friend of yours is here again."

Lin Xiaosheng didn't answer, but Skink raised his head proudly: "Brother Ruan asked me to bring it for him!"

Han Lang snorted, then turned to Lin Xiaosheng: "Why does he keep giving you things?"

"I bought it."

"Ah?" Han Lang was taken aback.

"He was poor, and he was worried about the next meal. He helped me before, so I gave him some money as a relief, and then he started sending things over. Isn't that equivalent to what I bought?"

The corner of Han Lang's mouth twitched, and suddenly felt that what he said was so reasonable, he was speechless.