love is eternal

Number: "Lawyer Quan, hello, I'm Fang Yan..."

Under Claude's earnest gaze, Fang Yan emphasized two points. One was their current location, and the other was that Claude refused to leave unless he saw Jason.

Quan understood, smiled and said, "Give the phone to Kitten."

This guy has a strong personality and charm, and in less than 5 minutes, he fooled the little lion into the ground, and he was very grateful.Fang Yan didn't know what they said, but he felt sad for no reason when he saw Claude holding the phone and his eyes shining.He felt that his eyes were sour, and he didn't dare to look at his expectant expression.

Maybe, he did it wrong.

Perhaps, let him be happy with the person he likes.

Fang Yan hesitated, he needed to relax, give himself some time, and make a good decision.

What should be done to make Claude happy...

"Your friend is a good person who helps others." After the conversation, Claude has come out of the depression just now, and he said happily: "I really don't know how to thank you, especially you, Fang Yan , if it weren't for you, I would probably still be locked up in a dark prison. It's such a horrible memory, I don't think I will ever forget it, what am I talking about... I mean, thank you for helping me find Jason."

"We are friends, so you don't need to be so polite." As long as he saw his bright smile, he would also smile, feeling very happy: "Let's go, go to the hotel first, your clothes are dirty to death."

"But I lost my luggage, damn it, why can't they get my luggage back if they can get my passport back? I mean, oh my god, this is a fucking cool car." Crowe De has been complaining about the poor handling of the local police, mainly because of the money to buy clothes, but when he saw Fang Yan pull open the door of a black car, he immediately let out an exaggerated gasp: "I didn't know you were so rich, You drive a Lexus, the latest model of the GS series!"

"Do you like it?" He waved to the dumbfounded little lion: "Come and try."

I thought he would happily ask for a test drive, but unexpectedly he refused. He scratched his head in embarrassment: "This kind of luxury car is not suitable for me, you know, I am a rough person, and I can't even open the door. Besides, I will give it to you." If it happened, I wouldn’t be able to pay for it if I sold my two kidneys.”

"Will I ask you to pay?" Hearing what he said, Fang Yan knew that the matter was screwed up.

He originally wanted to use the car to attract the lion cub, but he did not expect to put pressure on the other party.

Claude was born in the ghetto, and after leaving his abusive adoptive parents, things didn't go well either.He has been struggling financially. Although he does not hate the rich, his friends with very different status and status make him feel very unconfident.Fang Yan was not able to go through the most difficult years with him. When they were together, he had already achieved good results in the Dakar Rally, endorsed many products and made a lot of money, so it was unexpected. Until now, he will have an inferiority complex.

"I still like off-road vehicles. Only the roar of the engine can give the car vitality." Perhaps because the atmosphere was too embarrassing, Claude took the initiative to find a topic.

"Really?" It seems that the little lion doesn't like cars or sports cars very much, and his goal is still to use models that can be used in rally races, so Fang Yan seized this opportunity and continued: "I also have a Hummer H1 with a 6.5-liter turbo The supercharged diesel engine has unparalleled explosive power. It has a high chassis, wide vision, and strong grip, but the disadvantage is that it consumes too much fuel."

"The H1 is a well-deserved classic, but the Dakar Rally has a long desert stage and refueling restrictions. If it is not modified, it is very likely that it will not be able to finish the African race." This large energy-consuming off-road vehicle, despite its full performance , but it is not suitable for rally races with a distance of thousands of kilometers and more than ten days of running.

Maybe it's talking about a topic of interest, once the little lion's chatterbox is opened, it can't be closed, and he can't stop talking.

He said excitedly: "If I participate in professional competitions, I tend to prefer Land Rover and Unimog. Of course, Volkswagen is also a good choice, but after the acquisition of Lamborghini and Bugatti, they tend to design sports cars and luxury cars rather than Off-road vehicles. There is also the Jeep Wrangler, which was formerly a military Jeep of the German army and still retains the original military vehicle design. And the price is reasonable, even poor people like me can afford it.”

As long as he talked about the topic of cars, Claude seemed very excited. This kind of obsession with dreams can easily infect the people around him.

Although he is also talking on paper, he has a persuasive power that makes the audience passionate with him!

So Fang Yan has been listening very carefully, silently writing down his favorite car models, and preparing to give him a huge surprise when the time is right.

But he also has doubts: "You are very familiar with off-road vehicles and have a strong interest, why don't you participate in the car competition?"

I thought he would say reasons such as Jason likes motorcycles, or that motorcycle racing can only show manliness, but I didn't expect...

"Because off-road vehicles are too expensive, I can't afford them. Even if I get a loan to buy a Wrangler, I don't have the extra money to modify it. Motorcycles are different, although high-end off-road motorcycles or heavy machines are also very expensive. , but all in all, I can bear this better." A certain blond idiot answered confidently and almost made Fang Yan bite his tongue.

"If a manufacturer sponsors you, provides you with the best team, and gives you a chance to show your strengths, would you like to try a car?" Fang Yan asked tentatively, because he knew very well that if Claude insisted on riding a motorcycle, he would There was no way to keep up with him.

Fang Yan doesn't know how to ride a motorcycle. Even if he can learn it in a short time, it will still be very difficult to participate in the competition, let alone keep up with the big team.

The most ideal result is of course that the little lion participates in the car competition, and he can go there together as a navigator.Only in this way can they share joys and sorrows and struggle together!

"What kind of manufacturer is so blind to me." He laughed self-deprecatingly, very self-aware.

"That's not necessarily the case. Maybe there are people who are knowledgeable about your ability and are willing to invest in potential stocks." Fang Yan couldn't turn right ahead, so Fang Yan deliberately took a long detour into No. [-] Avenue.He and Quan have been partners for many years, and they have a perfect understanding, and they don't talk too much about everything.He only emphasized that Claude refused to leave without seeing Jason, and Quan made arrangements immediately.

No. [-] Avenue is a commercial street, with shopping malls, restaurants, and various entertainment venues on both sides, and the traffic is congested.Fang Yan drove slowly on the slow lane, while telling Claude to pay attention to the shops on both sides. If there is a Japanese restaurant calling, invite him to eat Japanese food today.

The little lion likes exquisite Japanese food very much, so he obediently searches for restaurants on the street, but he doesn't know what the plan is.

"Stop!" Sure enough, the little lion found a familiar figure a few minutes later, he yelled nervously, and rushed out before the car stopped.He shuttled through the traffic coming and going, and then ran to the opposite side at a very fast speed, catching up with a pair of lovers who seemed to be intimate.They were a man and a woman with seductive appearances. Fang Yan knew both the queen-like Yujie and the macho handsome guy.

The woman is Quan's capable subordinate trained by Quan, and the man is Jason.

He lit a cigarette and watched the pantomime across the street, expressionless.

Although he couldn't hear what Claude was saying, he could tell from his expression that he was very excited. He grabbed Jason's arm, but was thrown away by the other party.Then he stood there in frustration, as if he had said a lot, Jason shook his head impatiently, turned around and left with the beautiful woman beside him.Immediately afterwards, Claude made a very bold move. He hugged Jason from behind suddenly, with a painful expression on his face.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Fang Yan watched this scene for a long time, feeling like he had knocked over a bottle of five flavors, not knowing what it was like.

It wasn't until the traffic police knocked on his car window that he came back to his senses, the cigarette in his hand had been burned out.

"Sir, parking is not allowed here. If you need to stay, go straight to the first intersection and turn right. There is an underground parking lot." The policewoman is very beautiful, with a pleasant smile, and she didn't issue a ticket immediately. The management is more humane: "Your face Not too good, need help, tired driving is not good, maybe you should give yourself a little more time to rest."

"I'm sorry, I'll be leaving right away." Ignoring the policewoman's concern, he responded politely but indifferently, started the car, and walked around to the other side of the street.After just a while, Jason had already left, and Claude was lying on the ground, his face pale.

"Claude, get in the car first." He rolled down the window of the car, but someone was in a daze stage and didn't respond at all.

Damn, he won't cry!

Fang Yan was very anxious. He didn't want to see this person sad. He was afraid that he would be sad, that he would have a bad life, and that he would not be able to be happy.He was afraid of Claude, who had no light in his eyes, and that he would lose his mind. If he shed a few more tears at this time, he would probably give up all his plans and tell him the whole truth.

Fortunately, he didn't cry, but stood up dumbly: "Fang Yan, I want to drive."

"Okay, as long as you want." He let the little lion sit in the driver's seat, watched him drive out of the city at a normal speed, and headed towards the unlimited speed highway, so he asked, "Do you want to go racing?"

In the circle of drivers, no one does not know the Bundesautobahn, which is a high-level barrier-free road that runs through the whole of Germany and is the only highway in the world with no speed limit.This is the sacred place in the heart of every test driver. They are speeding on this road, setting new records one after another.Different from rally racers, test drivers pursue the limit of explosion and unparalleled speed.You can see the world's top sports cars and the best test drivers on that road. It's a battlefield.

Ten years later, Clyde would race alone when he couldn't release the pressure, but this time, he brought Fang Yan with him.

"Are you afraid?" He asked, "Or you can wait for me at the hotel."

The only thing I am afraid of is that you are not happy and that your life is not happy.Fang Yan opened his mouth, the words stuck in his throat, and he never said it; "If you are fast enough, you may scare me, you can try."

"You're pissing me off." Claude turned hard on the steering wheel and made a sharp turn onto the highway.

They stopped talking, and there were many top sports cars parked beside the interchange, making it overwhelming.Porsche, Ford, Koenigsegg, Ferrari, and even a Pagani Zonda.This legendary super sports car has become the apex of the pyramid with amazing speed and price. It is every man's dream and no one does not want to own it.Even after ten years, this kind of car is still very rare, limited to [-] units worldwide, making its value refurbished every year.

But Claude was not interested. He kept his eyes on and ran for a while at a speed of less than a hundred yards.

Then he took a deep breath and stepped on the gas pedal to the end!

The black car sped on the road like a ghost, and the scenery on both sides flew away, Fang Yan suddenly felt dizzy.This fear does not come from the current speed, but some memories.Various pictures and fragments of the past kept appearing in his mind, and he knew that before Claude died, he must have been racing like crazy.

What was he thinking at that time?As he speeded up, he called himself, he begged so sadly, why could he be indifferent at that time?

Then, he died...

As a driver, instead of dying on the track, he was killed by a billboard, what a ridiculous ending!

No, I can't think about this, Fang Yan opened his eyes wide, trying to calm himself down.

The car was very quiet, only the sound of the motor running at high speed. When the speed was close to 270 yards, there were still faster vehicles constantly passing them.Claude held the steering wheel tightly and accelerated, trying to chase every car he could see.

The limit of Lexus is 300 yards, and it is impossible to surpass the Bugatti Veyron in front, Fang Yan wanted to say this, but he didn't say it.

Because he saw that Claude's face was full of water stains, and he was crying silently...

☆, tears

Fang Yan stared, unable to say a word.

As far as he could remember, the man was not crying, not sad, not agitated.

He always laughs heartily, writes joy on his face, and thinks of the best in everything.

So he has never seen Claude cry, those silent teardrops are sharper than a sharp blade, carving one knife after another on his heart.He bowed his head guiltyly, not daring to speak or look at him, defeated by an unprecedented fear.

He was so frightened that his whole body was stiff, his shoulders trembled abnormally, his body seemed to be riddled with holes, and he was in so much pain!

For him, there is nothing more terrifying than Claude being sad. He is afraid that his pain will not be relieved, that he will not be able to forget Jason, and that he will be confused about the future and will not be able to get out of the predicament.Several times, he wanted to say everything, but he swallowed the words abruptly.

Because he was even more afraid that he would know the truth, that he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life...

"Claude." He called out in a strange voice, like a broken accordion.

The little lion didn't speak, but just parked the car silently on the side of the road, and then lay on the steering wheel to adjust his emotions.After a long time, he raised his head and said, "I'm sorry to scare you, let's go back."

"Okay, how about eating sushi? It can be served with warm lemonade." Fang Yan couldn't find a better topic to stir up the atmosphere for a while, so he had to talk about eating, hoping to distract him.Claude nodded awkwardly, and made a new request: "I heard that Chinese people always drink baijiu with high alcohol content. I want to try it. The spicier the better."

"Let's call it takeaway. Minors shouldn't drink heavily in public." On the way back, they switched places, Fang Yan drove, and kept looking for topics: "If you want, we can get drunk and talk about unpleasant things." Forget it all."

"Maybe." He leaned on the passenger seat, his forehead pressed against the glass window, not interested in anything.

The two stopped talking, and the long silence was about to drive Fang Yan crazy.He took the initiative to find topics several times, picked funny things to say, and even said some goosebump-inducing cold jokes like a fool, but the other party lacked interest and just answered yes or no perfunctorily.

Fang Yan knew that he must be very sad now, but he couldn't give him more time to think and then make up his mind what to do.

He must give hints when he is upset and unsure of paying attention, so that he can learn to let go and forget about that scumbag.He changed a CD, and the high-pitched, beautiful and conquering soprano echoed in the small space, and the beautiful voice that could almost penetrate the clouds attracted Claude.He closed his eyes and listened for a while, with an intoxicated expression on his face, and asked softly, "What is this? It's so beautiful, but unfortunately I can't understand it."

"When we first met, you said you were French, but you couldn't understand French. What's going on?" Fang Yan smiled, without any intention of blaming.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't lie to you, I was an illegitimate child and never met my biological parents. But the director of the children's home told me that my biological mother was a beautiful woman from France, so I have always called myself French I’ve never seen her, but from the photos, we look alike, both with smooth blond hair.” He quietly talked about his life experience, avoiding his mother’s occupation, and it seemed that he was still a little concerned. But there is no hatred, just regret: "Actually, I want to see her very much, but I can't disturb her life. It is enough to just look at her from a distance, and look at the woman who gave birth to me."

"Yes, one day you mother and son will meet again, and you can talk about the years of separation around the fireplace." He is used to this kind of Claude, who is delicate and easy to be sad. It is completely different from ten years later, but deeply attracted him.

"You haven't told me the name of the song just now." The fantasy was too good for him to continue talking about this topic.

"The classic aria from the opera Carmen-"Love is like a free bird", is sung by the Greek soprano singer Callas, known as the goddess of opera." Even if ten years is a long time and the span is very long, some preferences are inherent Come on, it won't change.Ten years later, Claude was obsessed with Callas and Sarah Brightman. He loved listening to Carmen and Julius Caesar, and tasting red wine to the melodious music.

Although he can't understand it at this stage, he has already shown great interest.

"Love is like a free bird..." he repeated, looking thoughtfully at the scenery outside the window.

Fang Yan knew that he was touched, so he took advantage of the heat and continued: "As a singer, she is perfect. Callas on the stage is radiant and unparalleled, and no one can surpass her so far; but as a woman , she was a failure, and her life was full of tragedy."

This topic successfully aroused Claude's interest. He sat upright and asked, "Why?"

"For example, if a man's love is born from looking down, then a woman's love is born from looking up. Love is like a mountain. The more a man goes up, the more women he can look down on. Conversely, the more women go up, he can look down. There are fewer men looking up." Fang Yan opened the car window, and the cold air immediately poured in, which cleared up both of their minds: "Karas has been pursuing love that does not belong to her all her life, and her eyes are only focused on one Therefore, she missed the happiness that she should have, and finally only got regret and hatred. When she died, she was lost, depressed, and alone, and no one loved her."

"Just say what you want, it's really not like you to beat around the bush." ​​Although Claude is naive, it doesn't mean he is a fool, of course he can hear the implication.

"Listen, don't love someone so much that you forget yourself, love so much that you unconditionally indulge and tolerate, and love so much that you can't live without him, because the one who will be hurt in the end will only be the one who is reluctant to let go." Fang Yan gritted his teeth, almost Say it word by word: "You are smart, you shouldn't be blind to the facts. Obviously, you have given too much, and he doesn't love you as much as you love him. It's not worth it."

It took him almost all his strength to finish these words.If Claude is not dead, if he is not reborn, what is the difference between the indifferent him and Jason?

Their relationship has never been fair, Cloud is constantly giving, he takes everything for granted, and never thinks about the rewards.Before rebirth, he liked him, but only to the extent that he could try to get along with him without a partner, no more.He even wanted to break up with him and live a normal life, which indirectly led to Claude's death.

After living again, he realized that feelings should be mutual.

"I was adopted by an elderly couple when I was a child. It was very difficult at that time. Later, Jason's parents took me in. I was only eight years old that year. After I escaped from that house, I walked for a full [-] miles. The town next door stole bread to eat." After a long time, Claude said slowly: "They caught me, but they didn't punish me like a thief. As for living on the streets, homeless. Jason was the only family I had after my adoptive parents passed away, and I couldn't lose him."

It turns out that there is such a story, so his pathological dependence on Jason stems from his desire for family.

Fang Yan took a deep breath and decided to wake him up.

He exited the highway at the next interchange, but did not go back to the city. The car bumped on the country road, while admonishing: "You are actually very clear that Jason is your brother, family, and friend, but not your lover. Of course you know about family affection." The essence is different from love, but you need someone who can be by your side so that you don’t feel lonely. This kind of dependence is a bit sick, forgive me for using such heavy words, as a friend, I don’t want you to sink deeper and deeper .”

"If you want to hold a spiritual counseling meeting, please stop the car, I'd rather walk back alone." He frowned displeasedly, and pressed his hands on the painful temple.

"If you don't want to listen, please do it." Fang Yan was also decisive, and stopped on the side of the road with his foot on the brakes. Claude gave him a resentful look, a little bit hard to get off, and finally opened the car door and left.

"Hey, you're penniless, so it's useless even if you go back to the city." Fang Yan stuck out half of his head and shouted at the back of the little lion: "Also, I have your passport here."

Sure enough, he stood there for a few seconds, then strode back: "Give it back to me."

"Why?" Fang Yanhuang shook the ID card in his hand, smiled happily, showing a mouthful of white teeth: "You are underage, and the guardian is not around, how can I let you face the dangerous society alone. What, you Aren't you afraid of being cut off by a mysterious organization?"

"Give it back to me!" Claude was anxious, reaching out to grab it.

Fang Yan didn't resist, and obediently gave it to him, but said: "Even if you have a passport, you can't move a single step without money."

He put the ID into his pocket and fastened the buttons on the outside, and said like a child quarreling: "When I get into the Red Dragon team, I won't have a problem with food and lodging, and I can make a lot of money."

"Really?" Fang Yan raised his eyebrows: "The trial for the Red Dragon team is on January 1th, and there are 24 days left. How do you plan to spend it?"

"I can go to work." He thought for a while and replied innocently.

"Please, a job with an hourly salary can buy three meals at most. Do you want to sleep in an underground passage or a garbage dump?" Hearing this, the little lion turned his head stubbornly. I can't wipe it off.

Seeing how angry and anxious he was, Fang Yan giggled and hooked his fingers: "I have a job with good salary here, including room and board, a generous monthly salary, and it's easy. You have a lot of time You can do what you like, just make sure you stay with me every night."

"I don't sell meat." He looked at Fang Yan warily, and couldn't think of any job that was both easy and lucrative.

"Son, I'm not interested in your meat." He said something against his will.

"Then... I don't want to sell my kidney either." The little lion covered his stomach with a very troubled expression.

"Don't worry, I don't want any of your organs." Fang Yan raised his chin: "Get in the car and talk, I guarantee you will be interested. Of course, if you don't want to, I can also find you another job."

Claude hesitated for a while, then sat back in the passenger seat with a blushing face: "What do you want me to do?"

"I have a villa not far in front, with a swimming pool and garden, and all the equipment, but do you know why I don't go home but stay in a hotel?" Fang Yan lit a cigarette by himself, and puffed hard Take a sip.Claude first tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head foolishly, and asked tentatively, "Maybe it's a quirk of rich people?"

"I'm not rich, I'm just able to get by." The car drove on the small road, which became more and more remote: "There are many skinheads around there, and it's not safe to live alone."

"It's too bad, why didn't you call the police? The German government is very active in suppressing neo-Nazi forces." Although Claude is Caucasian, he hates racial discrimination. Passionate about various charity activities.

"I reported it to the police before, but the police said that there was no actual harm, and they couldn't handle it as a case." Fang Yan shrugged helplessly: "And they are very smart, they always take advantage of the loopholes of the law, there is nothing they can do about it."

"Then can't you change another place?" Being harassed all the time is not a solution.

"You see, I'm not as rich as you think. It's too much burden to buy another house, and I can't find a suitable one in a short time." Winter in Berlin has short days and long nights. At six o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is like midnight Same pitch black.On the winding road, there is only one car moving forward alone: ​​"And I haven't stayed in Berlin for a long time, so I stay in a hotel every time I come back, but this time I plan to live here often, and it is inconvenient to go outside."

"So are you going to find a bodyguard?" Claude became interested: "I'll protect you. You don't need money, just borrow my place."

"I just said you would be interested." The car drove for another ten minutes, turned into a small forest, and stopped in front of a three-story medieval building. Fang Yan got out of the car and pushed the door to turn on the light, complaining: "Old man The house, without an electronic gate, is not very convenient."

"This is simply a castle where nobles live, and they say you are not rich!" Under the incandescent light, the classical style villa has the atmosphere of European aristocrats.

"Can I be surprised after filling my stomach first? I was so hungry that I rushed to the police station when I received your call. I didn't even have time to eat lunch." He led the stunned little lion into the house and found soft slippers Put it on for him: "This is the habit of the Chinese. You have to change your shoes when you enter the house. I feel wronged that you do as the Romans do."

"No, it's very comfortable." He smiled foolishly. A simple-minded person has an advantage—it is easy to attract attention to other things and forget about troubles.

Fang Yan found a set of pajamas for him, pushed him into the bathroom, and then went to cook.

Although the house has been cleaned, there are very few ingredients, only some canned and dry goods that can be stored for a long time.He even found some frozen meat and rice cakes from the refrigerator, and prepared to make a pot of hot rice cake soup to satisfy his hunger. His cooking skills are not very good, but it is more than enough to deal with Claude.

When the little lion came out of the bath, Fang Yan just set up a table.

The staple food is rice cake soup, which contains ham, sliced ​​meat, canned vegetables and sweet corn kernels. The side dishes are simpler, canned sardines with two different flavors: "I wanted to order takeaway, but it's too remote here, I don't know how long it will take to deliver , eat a little today. Although the food is simple, the wine is very good, and it is the spirit you want."

There were two bottles of white wine on the table. Of course, the little lion didn't know how powerful this thing was, so he picked up the glass and drank a glass. His eyes turned red from choking: "It's so spicy!"

"Drink slowly, don't choke." Drinking on an empty stomach will get you drunk quickly, so Fang Yan didn't persuade him to eat, and kept pouring wine.

After seven or eight cups, the little lion's face was as red as a monkey's butt, drunk, and began to ramble nonsense: "You don't know, I, I really like Jason. Maybe you are right, but I just like him , he is my first man. The first one, do you understand...except him...I don't know who else will love me..."

As he spoke, his eye sockets became moist again, but this time they did not fall.

He wiped his face hard with the back of his hand, pursing his lips tightly.

"Cry if you want to cry. After crying, you will be happy." Fang Yan moved the chair to his side and gently stroked his head: "When my mother passed away, my father stopped my tears and forced me to hide the pain in my heart." , Even at the funeral, tears are not allowed to fall. He thinks this is a strong performance, but if he does not cry out loudly to dilute the sadness in his heart, the wound will never heal, and he will not be able to get out of that shadow in his life."

"Then did you cry later?" Claude sniffed, lying on the table and looking at him.

Fang Yan shook his head and said, "But I cried for another person."

"Who?" He blinked, and then suddenly smiled: "It must be the person you love deeply, I guessed right. When you said him, your eyes sparkled. With a lover as dedicated as you, she must be very happy." happiness."

"I love him very much, but he doesn't have me in his heart, he only thinks about others." When Fang Yan said this, his expression was very sad. This despair deeply infected Claude, and he raised his glass: "No, don't Having said that, let's forget all the unpleasant things today, it's no big deal, wine is a good thing!"

"Okay, if you don't get drunk, you won't go home." Fang Yan also raised his glass, and the two touched each other lightly.

One day, Claude was so drunk that he slipped under the table and messed around, screaming and laughing like a child until midnight.Fang Yan went to help him, but he refused to get up, and lay on the cold floor.

He covered his face, gasped for breath, and made some strange and difficult sounds in his throat.Fang Yan knelt beside him at a loss, stroking his forehead one after another.

"Fang Yan, I'm in so much pain here, I'm obviously not injured, why does it hurt so much, why!" He grabbed his clothes, where his heart was.

"Cry, just cry out." Seeing him in such pain, Fang Yanbi regretted and blamed himself all the time. He bit his lips tightly and tried his best to restrain the urge to tell the truth.He took Claude's head in his arms and covered it with his arms: "Cry bitterly, this is not something to be ashamed of."

Claude choked for a while, and it could be seen that he was trying to restrain himself. He hugged Fang Yan's back tightly, his shoulders twitched slightly, and finally wept bitterly...

"It's okay, everything will be fine, I will be with you, always by your side, and not going anywhere." Like a mother comforting a sleeping child, Fang Yan stroked his head, shook his body gently, and whispered in his ear Gently encourage: "Soon, you will meet someone who loves you wholeheartedly, who will give you happiness, treat you well, and make you happy every day. He will not betray you, will not make you sad, and will never ..."

He didn't know if Claude listened to it or not, it didn't matter, what was important was his sincere confession, never a single lie!

Later, Claude was tired from crying, and fell asleep drowsily in his arms, with tears still on his face.Fang Yan carefully wiped off those water stains, kissed his forehead and cheeks over and over again, and finally hugged him on the soft big bed.

"I can't wait anymore, you will be mine, right?" He took off each other's clothes and straddled Claude. The sleeping lion cub just snorted twice, but did not wake up.

Fang Yan lowered his head, and with an almost pious expression, kissed down his neck...

☆, one night

Fang Yan is not a person who sticks to top and bottom, but he doesn't like to take the initiative, so he has always been on the passive side, trying to have fun.Or, ten years later, Claude is more masculine, charming, conquering, and fascinating, so he doesn't object to breathing under him.

But now Claude is still a big boy who loves to cry, a little weak and easy to get hurt, which made Fang Yan feel pity.

It seems inappropriate to use the word pity, because he is not so fragile that he needs to be as careful as a woman, but Fang Yan still has an indescribable feeling.He didn't want to obey, he didn't want to wait to accept everything like in the past, this time, he wanted to take the initiative and eat his little lion little by little.

This is the exclusive desire that spread from the depths of the bone marrow. He wanted him, wanted to possess him fiercely, and let him only look at himself.

Fang Yan licked his lips, and seeing Claude lying under him, whose cheeks were flushed from drunk, he had a strong urge.He has lived for so many years, and he has never longed for anyone like this. His heart is pounding, his blood pressure has risen to at least 150, and he is dizzy.What's more, that thing is so painful, and the veins are soaring, I can't wait to have him right away!

He gasped softly, resisted the urge, and decided to satisfy his cute little lion first.

His fingers wandered around Claude's strong chest, and he gently pressed the two small meat granules that hadn't responded yet with his fingertips, pinching and kneading them repeatedly with his fingertips.The little lion muttered a few words in his drowsiness, twisted his body constantly, and dazedly knocked off his itchy hands.This childish reaction made Fang Yan very interesting. It is difficult to describe such a strong body as cute, but he just thinks that Claude is very cute now.

He smiled from the bottom of his heart, lowered his head to hold one of the soft grains, and ground his teeth lightly and hard.

Fang Yan became more and more excited. He greedily breathed his breath and touched every inch of his skin.This is more exciting than masturbation with his underwear, it makes the blood spurt!His vision was a little blurred, and the symptoms of hypoxia and dizziness became more obvious. The person he loved was right under him, obediently at his mercy, without rejection or resistance. This alone was enough to drive people crazy.

"Claude, I miss you so much..." He crazily stroked his body, the little lion's chest muscles were well trained, with sharp lines, not too strong like a bodybuilder, and very sensitive.Just stimulating the little meat will make a nice muffled hum. Fang Yan likes this sound, so he sucks harder.The flesh in his mouth was gradually congested and hardened. He bit it with his teeth, kept licking with the tip of his tongue, and his hands were not idle. He quickly grasped Claude's things and stroked them skillfully.

Under the strong stimulation, he twisted again, as if he had woken up, but he was not fully awake yet, still in a half-dream and half-awake state.

He was talking nonsense in his mouth, his tone was vague, and he couldn't hear clearly, but he hugged Fang Yan's head tightly, and inserted his fingers into his hair, as if