whale killer

Chi Yan really had a dream.

The huge glass tank was filled with black water, but Qin Zhimo was the only one who was bright, with white clothes and trousers, and a pale face. He kicked up from the bottom of the water and kept stuffing stones into his pockets.The surface of the water is still, there is no one, and there are no waves. There is a piece of driftwood floating, which can only be climbed to death. The wood is soaked in water, but it is still warm.Qin Zhimo let go of his hand and swam deep. When he touched the bottom, he lost his anger. He turned around and put on another familiar face. His hair was once lighter, and the outer corners of his eyes were drooping. Even when his face was expressionless, he could see that he was pitiful. .like a puppy.

don't die.He dazed, let go of the wood to chase, woke up from the dream, it was just dawn.Seeing Xiang Qifei curled up in his arms, he felt at ease more than being surprised.His shoulder was imprinted by himself, and he couldn't figure out who was taking advantage of whom.He rummaged through his pocket for the last cigarette and lit it.The child was moaning on the bed, half asleep and half awake, and leaned over to listen, saying that his hands were numb.

Sit on the side of the bed and rub him for a while. He is really thin, and his frame is not big. He sleeps until sweaters are piled up, and a part of his waist and abdomen are exposed. The bruise is hidden in the waistband of the trousers.Did I do it?He sank.

Give him a couple of light rubs with your thumb to help him pull his clothes back into place.Xiang Qifei turned over and fell asleep again, with the quilt thrown over his head, smacking his lips with satisfaction.Chi Yan put on his coat and went downstairs, sat on the steps outside the hotel to light the fire, the air was humid, and his bones were slightly frozen early in the morning.

irritable.All self-warnings are in vain.Seeking profit is an instinct, and avoiding harm is also the same. Getting along with Xiang Qifei is the same thing, so no one has taught you what to do.Some things can never be learned in a lifetime.

Several shops at the end of the alley were lit up to make the glowing sky beautiful. On the opposite side of the street, there was an old mantou shop with red plastic cloth as the front door, and the handwriting faded from the smoke. Green smoke rising.Chi Yanhuang took a look, bought two pieces of shortbread, and walked through the entire narrow alley to the shop that Ah Nao said was delicious, and took two bowls of sand tea noodles.

In the spring of 12, Qin Zhimo just joined the band, just in time for the first tour.At that time, I couldn't let go of my hands and feet, so I only dared to arrange three stops, and even guarded a Beijing old nest safely.Then there was Xiamen, the venue was invited, Ah Nao also wanted to come, he lived nearby at the time, it was cheap, and the city was busy, Qin Zhimo didn’t like it, he hated the tide, the small size, the cracks on the top of the wall, the glue on the wallpaper, and some distance from the performance venue .At that time, I hadn't signed a company yet, the performance market was not as good as it is now, and the venue didn't have much subsidy.After singing for 90 minutes, only more than 100 tickets were sold. Counting the sales of albums and drinks, it was only a thousand dollars per person.

But thinking about it now, that stage was already the best day.There is no agent, no stage assistant, the lighting is temporarily found, and the tuning is done by myself.Only four people, each with their musical instruments, took the train to the south for more than ten hours, and with the chaotic atmosphere in the carriage, they could also lead everyone to a song of Wubai when they were interested, and learn the Mandarin he bought wholesale. Sweeping the strings and throwing away the three picks, you still howl at your throat. If you only have this life, what's the point of starting all over again.

Only this life is true, but if you wait or not, it is impossible to start over.

Going back and forth, I finished my cigarettes, passed by the community pharmacy to buy a bottle of safflower oil, and then went to Yongchanglongbu box of Xiamen cigarettes.Looking at the time, I figured that Xiang Qi must wake up, and probably should look for him again.Sure enough, before the phone was put away, a text message came first, four words plus two exclamation points: Come back soon!Help!

After 10 minutes, Xiang Qifei was sitting at the round table by the window.

The only chair with a backrest in the room was taken by a heavily armed uninvited guest in front of him. Erlang raised his legs and was taking off his sunglasses and masks one by one. There was also a mink around his neck, followed by a man in black with his head on the door frame. big man.

Just after waking up, listening to outsiders banging on the door, taking Qiong Yao's script, and catching San'er's posture, Xiang Qifei rolled down and hid behind the bed, not daring to breathe hard.The housekeeper came to persuade me halfway, but it was useless, and it didn't stop until Chi Yan came back.

He led the people in, let them dry and ignored them, offered Xiang Qifei a portion of noodles and cakes, and sat down to eat first.Xiang Qifei glanced at him while eating, and saw that the little guy finished unloading his equipment, revealing a beautiful baby face, like the male version of Kubota Saki.

The chopsticks almost frightened him, "Are you that Meng...what's the matter with Meng?"

The little one is dissatisfied.

Chi Yan introduced: "Meng Shu."

The man immediately retorted: "Meng Zheliu!"

"Well," Chi Yan said, "I changed my name to Meng Zheliu."

Meng Zheliu.It reminds me of the name. I was so popular a few years ago, I sang songs and acted in dramas. They are not very good, but the character is good, HoneyBoy, good-looking and caring, can attract female fans, there are many girls in the department I also passed him for a while, and heard that he was photographed next to the financial master, and a homosexual scandal broke out. There is nothing to say.That's my dad!

It's useless, the first hot comment: Godfather is also a father.

Afterwards, he scolded the netizens, saying that even though the clarification will be made in the future, the character design has completely collapsed, and he really has no hard power, and his fame comes and goes quickly. Not popular, but was labeled as a mean mother zero.

After that, he became depressed and only sang songs sporadically.Who would have thought that he had a relationship with Chi Yan.

The fierce anger when he knocked on the door turned into meekness in front of Chi Yan.Xiang Qifei sat next to Chi Yan, and couldn't squeeze in, so he took a chair and sat across from him, his voice came out in a Taiwanese accent: "Why don't you tell me when you leave."

Chi Yan put down his chopsticks: "I will finish the work on time."

"That's not what I mean. I still don't know how powerful you are." Meng Zheliu leaned forward, blinking a pair of peach blossom eyes: "I spend money to buy you to accompany me..."

Chi Yan was upset when he heard that, "You paid for me to make discs for you."

Xiang Qifei gnawed at the cakes, and the dregs fell on the table, sullenly: "Then how do you sell it?"

Meng Zheliu sat back and tapped the table with his index finger: "Fifty thousand, two weeks, record an album."

Xiang Qifei muttered: "I can afford it even if I work hard." I can earn 20 yuan by writing a copy for Ah Nao, and I can save it by writing more than [-].

The words fell into Meng Zheliu's ears, and he answered: "That's because brother Xiaochi is kind to me, and I don't want to give him too much."

Chi Yan got up and picked up the room card key from the table, ready to go downstairs to check out, "Don't call me that, I've seen your ID card, you're two months older than me."

Meng Zheliu crossed his legs on the chair and smiled: "It is said to be 25 to the outside world."

The burly man who had been stuck on the stick also followed. After a while, he heard the whistle downstairs, and Xiang Qifei put away the things he brought. The electricity in the room was cut off, and only the open window was used as a one-way light source. Backlit, smiling: "You like him."

none of your business.Think about it.

"It's normal, too," Meng Zheliu said, "It's impossible for anyone who has gotten along well with him not to be moved. Do you know how we met?"

Do not want to know.Xiang Qifei searched for the phone along the bed.

Meng Zheliu didn't stop, and the memory seemed to tell himself, "They visited Xiamen once, I drank that day, and I didn't know who was with whom, so I wanted to dive, climbed on the pole and leaned down. No one answered, my ankle was still stuck, and my bones were broken. Who knew that the performance was over, Chi Yan inquired about the hospital by himself, and secretly went to help me settle the medical bills. "

He smiled and rubbed his forehead, "He thought he should be responsible, but how can I use him to pay for medical expenses? The tour money is all paid for, how much can he earn for one show at that time?" After finishing speaking, he stared at Instead, look: "Did you sleep with him?"

Xiang Qifei didn't want to listen to Meng Zheliu's words, and felt uncomfortable. This person was more cheerful and beautiful than him, and he might even be more difficult to deal with. He also knew Chi Yan earlier.He was afraid that if he was not the only one, he might not be the most special.

Frustrated.

Rolled up the borrowed charger, pulled the clothes on the back of the chair, and said to the outdated little star, "Don't press my coat."

"I heard that Chi Yan likes to tie people's hands, so you don't want to try?" Meng Zheliu took the opportunity to grab his wrist, rolled up his non-sweater sleeve to confirm the marks, saw that the wrist was flat, and laughed again, "You are stupid , or fake innocence? Such a good opportunity to stay awake, expecting him to fall in love with you?"

Withdrew his hand angrily, put on his coat, zipped it up, and choked out a sentence after a long while: "I'm different from you."

Meng Zheliu also stood up, but he was not angry, and said, "We are different from him."

Xiang Qifei ran downstairs and saw Chi Yan leaning on the trunk of the black suv outside the door smoking another cigarette, Meng Zheliu's words "Don't you want to try?" It's the ears, Adam's apple, shoulders, undulating chest and waistline, and further down, the face turns red, and I can't help but look at it a few more times. It's hot, and the blood is rushing to the lower abdomen.Xiang Qifei is still a virgin, the previous two relationships were just kissing and hugging, nothing special, he can tell dirty jokes, but except for teenagers and Qian Huilai secretly watching DVDs and masturbating, he has never looked at it with this kind of perspective real people.

rope.trace.Bundle/tied.Don't want to try?

think.Afraid, but want to.

Seeing him, Chi Yan pinched his cigarette, "Why is your face so red? Did you have a fever last time?" He wanted to touch his forehead.

She dodged, but luckily her clothes were long enough, but her face was even hotter. She quietly raised the flag and tried to hide it, "Okay, good morning, it's hot, the heating in the room is too high."

Chi Yan stopped: "Have you bought the ticket? I'll take you to the airport in a while."

Xiang Qifei rushed to the bathroom: "I... I'll go to the bathroom again, and I'll be back later, if you want to be busy, do it first!"

He turned around and bumped into Meng Zheliu who had been wrapped tightly again.

Chi Yan looked at Qifei and ran away, and asked, "What did you tell him?"

The big man in black helped Meng Zheliu open the car door, he bent down to get in, and replied, "There's nothing he can't know. I'm helping him."

Sit on the toilet lid, lift the pedals to the partition, untie the belt, those key words are still circulating in the mind endlessly, the rope.trace.Bundle/tied.Consciousness was withdrawn, purified, ashamed, but not satisfied. Taking Chi Yan as the object, he fantasized about him on the stage, at home, and him on the bed in a small hotel, pushing himself into his arms.The sweater smelled of lemon on his body, not enough, I wanted to hug and kiss.

At a peak, the brain is blank, and people relax from the tense state, and new keywords begin to flood in.masturbation / masturbation.growing up.bleeding.lethal.destroy.drug.drowning bird.cage.

Also, it's over.

He shook his head, cleaned himself up, and walked out the door. Meng Zheliu's car was no longer there, leaving only a string of mud marks on the potholed concrete road, proving that he had been there before.

Remembering that the CD was still there, he hurriedly flipped through the bag, and at some point Chi Yan had taken it away, touched it again, touched a cold paper box, and took it out to see, a small bottle of safflower oil.

Also, compensation.

Barrett

Used the lines from Fight Club, Self-improvementismasturbation.