father - home

I spoke softly, but Joseph was taken aback, and a shy blush immediately appeared on his face. "I'm sorry." He let go of me and lowered his head.

"Joseph is innocent, don't let him know about us." I'm so embarrassed, Zhao, I don't want to make Joseph sad, but... I patted Joseph on the shoulder.In order to ease the embarrassment and explain my unusual behavior, I said, "Before, you never wanted to be outside."

Joseph was reserved, and he always said no to stables or wine cellars.Only once did I take him to the cellar where the food was stored, where the door could be closed and only a transom above the ground was shaded by flowers and plants. Joseph felt safe and hidden, and he agreed.In fact, that time was deliberately arranged by me. Every night at this time, Verma would come to the cellar to get the flour for making bread the next morning.This, Joseph does not work in the kitchen, do not know.Even in the heat of the moment, I wasn't fully paying attention, I heard footsteps, someone turned a key to open the door, but the door was locked from the inside.I groaned intentionally, the transom was open, I heard the sound of flowers and plants outside the window, I heard someone fall to the ground, I heard stumbling footsteps... I clearly remember laughing, happy, triumphant, Silent smile.Unexpectedly, that smile would soon turn into tears, endless tears, which are still flowing today.

"It's my fault, I'm sorry, I miss you so much." Joseph was still apologizing with a guilty conscience.

My heart hurts, it depends on how much courage he must have, how much yearning, how much desire to accumulate courage.I put my arms around his shoulders, the chest that was wider and thicker than mine trembled slightly in my arms, his head rested on my shoulders, the skin of his face was against my neck, I patted his back lightly back. "It's nothing, you're home, go in."

Before I could turn around, the hand I just let go was grabbed by Joseph. "Marty, thank you!"

"What?" I followed him into the house in a blink of an eye.

Joseph's house is small, but familiar and intimate. For a while, it was a place where I healed my wounds and found solace and peace.

"Mrs. Reininger said that you often come here when I'm away, and sometimes you sleep here." Joseph took my hands affectionately.

I moved my mouth, wanting to tell him that was before, when he just left.At that time, I hardly lived in my bedroom when I went home, as if I had a grudge against that big house, and this was my home.I am here looking for traces left by Joseph, breathing the air with his breath, stroking the mattress with his body temperature, and having lingering dreams with him.I am familiar with the notch on the window sill, the ink stain on the small desk, and the double-barreled shotgun on the wall... The interesting thing is that when Joseph was around, I never entered his room except for trysts.If it hadn't been for his insistence not to be in the big house, my bedroom, or other places, I'm afraid I wouldn't come here once.

Only when he was gone, and the longing made me feel so painful, everything here, as long as it was related to him, became a good medicine for my healing.A person only knows his value when he loses it, so when you have it, don't hurt him arbitrarily.

Later, I came less often, and my heart ached to numbness. Everything here changed from unfamiliar to familiar, friendly and then turned a blind eye, and finally bored, bored, even Caesars Manor, I would not come back until...

After coming back this time, I haven't been here yet, and today is the first time, but I can't tell him. "I know, don't worry, he will be very happy this holiday." Zhao, I will promise anything you want, but you know how difficult it is.

"What's the matter with you, Marty."

Standing in the middle of the cabin, our heads accidentally touch the enamel shade of the chandelier.Joseph watched me from the lamp, my eyes blurred.

"Don't worry, Marty, the painful days are over. Madam promised us that we will be together forever and ever." Joseph pecked my eyes and my lips while comforting me. "France has surrendered. In fact, the war is over... There is news that a large number of soldiers will be sent home when the situation stabilizes, and I can come back at that time... However, it is possible that the general will not let go... That's okay, the general is a Good man, it makes sense, this vacation was specially approved by the general... I said that the grapes at home were about to be harvested and there was a shortage of manpower, so he agreed, as long as I brought him two bottles of this year's new wine when I went back." Joseph said The kiss while talking made me drool, really dumbfounding.

Joseph pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed and poured water for me. "You drank a lot of wine just now, come on, drink more water, or you will feel uncomfortable when the wine gets stronger."

The cabin was clean and spotless, and my eye was drawn to the double-barreled shotgun on the opposite wall.It was an 18th birthday present from my father to Joseph, but I didn't have it when I was 18.

Joseph noticed, and put his hands on my chest, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. "Thank you, Marty, you always keep him well oiled, polished this time, and adjusted the sight. When are we going to hunt?"

I sat there, motionless, as he unbuttoned my shirt one by one.I never touched the shotgun because I didn't get it when I was 18, and I hate my dad for that, even if I'm not good at juggling guns, I'm your son and you really think I'm So cowardly, doesn't he deserve a shotgun of his own?I hate this gun, I never touch it.It's Zhao!It must be Zhao!Mr. Reininger will oil and maintain the gun, but only Zhao can do such things as adjusting the front sight.My baby, what on earth are you thinking?How big is your heart?

The suspenders of the trousers were pulled down, the hem of the shirt was pulled out, and the placket was undone. Joseph knelt in front of me and bowed his head.

"Don't, don't, Joseph," I yelled suddenly, trying to push him away, but he grabbed my hands.His hands are like a vise immobilizing me. "Don't move! Be careful not to hurt you!" Joseph raised his head and glanced at me, shouted, and buried his head again.

I looked down at him, a little strange.Is that the shy, cautious, honest, passive and dull Joseph from before?

"Joseph..." I wanted to tell him to stop, but the voice seemed to enjoy it, as if it meant "go on, go on."I clenched my fists, trembling and sweating.

Joseph felt it too, let go of my hands, took my shirt halfway off, and began to caress as far as he could reach with his outstretched arms.Cheeks, lips, I had difficulty breathing, so I had to open my mouth wide, as if no amount of air could provide me with enough oxygen to keep my mind fresh. His fingers stayed on my lips, but he still didn’t dare, didn’t dare to enter, even He thought I was inviting him by opening my mouth.Neck and collarbone, I know they are the places he admires the most. Because of long-term labor, Joseph has broad and flat shoulders, and the bones are covered with thick, strong and powerful muscles. Every time, he will carefully trace the shape of my collarbone, " That's great!" He would repeat, and only say this sentence, "It's great!" His hands covered my chest... I trembled more violently, my fists clenched tighter, and my eyes were fixed on the opposite wall That double-barreled shotgun, imagining the scene when Zhao wiped it.I want the body to be numb and the mind to be clear.