Ye Luo Zhiqiu

After dinner, Yang Yong looked at Ma Jun lying on the bed and was completely speechless. Ma Jun's face was so thick that he was almost invincible.

Shaking his head depressedly, he got up, went to the hall, picked up the book on the table, and opened the door.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, in the bedroom, Ma Jun asked in surprise, "Where are you going?"

"Go out for a walk!" Yang Yong agreed, and then closed the door.

As soon as Yang Yong left, Ma Jun hurried out of the bedroom, put on his shoes and opened the door to leave.

Going downstairs, I looked up at the weather, the sun had already set, and there was a faint cloud of fire in the sky, smelling the fresh air, I couldn't help stretching my waist, and walked towards a corner of the community with the book between my hands.

The old place, but on the chair, there are a few fallen leaves, and these fallen leaves are gently swept away, sitting on it, opening the book, and continuing to read.

Ma Jun went downstairs, looked left and right, and finally saw Yang Yong sitting on a chair in the distance, smiled immediately, and strode over.

Slowly coming to Yang Yong, seeing the person sitting on the chair quietly reading a book, Ma Jun couldn't help being a little dazed, lost his mind for a while, then woke up, hurriedly took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures.

When the shutter is pressed, a photo is frozen like this. This is a side photo.

After taking several photos in a row, Ma Junyou smacked his lips and looked at Yang Yong quietly. At this time, Yang Yong gave people a very quiet feeling, without any movement, just sitting quietly like this, Occasionally, I turn a page of the book with a faint smile on my face.

Ma Jun was no longer satisfied with taking side photos, so he moved in front of Yang Yong calmly and began to take pictures.

The quiet atmosphere was disturbed, Yang Yong raised his head, looked at Ma Jun holding a mobile phone not far away, and smiled helplessly.

And Ma Jun, taking advantage of the moment Yang Yong raised his head, quickly pressed the shutter, and a photo appeared perfectly on the phone. On the photo, Yang Yong raised his head, with a trace of helplessness at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't like being interrupted from reading, and his brows frowned. The wrinkle has not yet unfolded.

"Hey, I couldn't help but take a picture when I saw your appearance!" Ma Jun chuckled, raised his phone, and sat down next to Yang Yong.

"You don't lie down, what are you doing out?" Yang Yong smiled.

"Too much to eat, go out for a walk, enjoy the wind, see the scenery and so on!" Ma Jun smiled, regardless of whether Yang Yong answered or not, he just picked up the book on his lap, and put his head on it , lying on the chair.

"Then you go for a walk!" Yang Yong was a little depressed, so conscious?

"Hey, I just came back from a walk and I'm tired. Let's enjoy the scenery now!" Ma Jun smiled and spoke confidently.

"Then what are you doing lying on top of me?" Yang Yong was slightly annoyed.

"Look at the scenery, let's blow some air!" Ma Jun nodded, taking it for granted.

Yang Yong was speechless. He reached out to pick up the book on Ma Jun's chest, put it on the other leg, and continued to read.

However, Yang Yong's state did not last long. It was because Ma Jun's gaze was too aggressive, and he couldn't ignore it.

"What do you want?" Yang Yong was helpless, looking at the man lying on his lap, and Ma Jun looked very innocent at this time, when he looked at Yang Yong, his eyes were full of tenderness.

"Let me lie down for a while!" Ma Jun said tenderly, but kept his eyes on Yang Yong.

Yang Yong blushed, turned his head unnaturally, then raised his head, quietly looking at the leaves on the tree next to the chair, some of the leaves had already fluttered down with the autumn wind.

Yang Yong was fascinated by watching, for a long time, he murmured:

Looking at the end of Yu Yang,

The slanting wind sweeps through the willow forest.

Promised several times,

Turn your head silently.

Keep your eyes fixed,

There are many sorrows in the world.

Knowing you has no regrets,

The fallen leaves are already autumn!

Ma Jun was startled, and looked at Yang Yong in surprise, with sadness in his eyes.

"You said you would give me a chance!"

"Uncle, do you think we can be together?" Yang Yong smiled.

"Yes!" Ma Jun said firmly.

"You have to think about your family, can they accept our situation? Besides, my uncle should have a wife!" Yang Yong smiled and turned his head away.

"Do you mind these?" Ma Jun sat up with his eyes a little red.

"No, it's just that in our situation, we can't be together openly after all, like leaves, one day, they will fall!" Yang Yong sighed, how should I put it, did he lose confidence after being hit by Wang Jian? ?Laugh at yourself.

Ma Jun stared at Yang Yong for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "I have a wife, but I'm divorced, and I have a daughter who is with my wife!"

Hearing this, Yang Yong smiled and said, "Why do you want a divorce?"

"When I knew I was gay, we couldn't have a normal sex life. My wife found out very keenly, so we divorced!" Ma Jun said slowly with deep eyes.

Yang Yong was speechless.

"After my wife and I divorced, I once liked someone who was very similar to you, not in appearance, but in temperament, so I fell in love with you at first sight!"

"Because of his family, we haven't been in touch. It's been three years now!" Ma Jun smiled.

"We have known each other for five years, and we have been in love for five years. Unfortunately, he finally agreed to his parents and will not step into this circle." Ma Jun's mouth was bitter, but he didn't complain. After all, between comrades, after all, the world does not allow it.

"Let's go, let's go back!" Yang Yong smiled and stood up.

"Ayong, I..." Ma Jun hesitated to speak, and finally sighed, stood up, and walked towards the community.

"Don't think too much, let's try it!" Yang Yong smiled without looking back.

Hearing this, Ma Jun's eyes lit up. At this moment, Ma Jun felt that this was heaven.