Peacock

Before I really went up the mountain, I went to see Zhang Yong.

It's not actually because of something, I just miss him suddenly.Thinking about it, if he hadn't led me to the free country, I wouldn't have had the chance to really experience the feeling of flying far away.

He had just turned eighteen when the sentence was pronounced, and he hadn't been able to go to the juvenile detention center that his teacher used to talk about frequently in class.

It was Wang Dui who drove me to visit the prison. He told me a lot of family stories on the way, which made me feel that he had turned into a police officer.

Maybe it's because the law and order in Baima is getting better and better. I can only describe the scene of the prison visit day as a crowd, so when I met Zhang Yong for the first time, I said: "You don't have enough fried gold flowers there. people."

Zhang Yong actually came out from behind the door very energetic, not to mention, shaving his head is much more energetic than the Korean-style round cap with fluffy bangs in the past.When the incandescent lamp hit the top, I could only see his big white teeth.

I don't understand again, it's all reform through labor, how can Tang Ling be changed into such a gloomy and beautiful one, and Zhu Bajie's grandson into such a bright spring.

There was a twinkle in his eyes when he saw me, and he just said: "If we make it together, both of us can fry."

I always thought he was about to cry, although he insisted it was trachoma.

"I never thought you would come to see me, I thought..."

"Bai Ma, I'm your only friend."

For the first time in front of me, Zhang Yong showed a similarly cramped expression, and the two hands on the desk frequently exchanged heights.He said, "How are you?"

I didn't hesitate: "Okay."

"What about her?"

I seem to know who he is talking about.

I don’t know why, but at this moment, I suddenly remembered that Zhang Yong once told me that he would learn to be a chef if he could not pass the university entrance exam. If he wanted to learn, he had to learn Western food, because the girl he liked must only eat Western food. .

I pursed my lips and said, "I'm a little thinner, but she's still very pretty. A new company has signed her, and she's in Shanghai, saying she's going back to be a singer, and she won't be in Baima in a while."

Zhang Yong smiled foolishly behind the glass window.

I was a little afraid to look at him: "Zhang Yong, what do you want to do after you come out?"

"Chef. Chef in Shanghai."

I said it's strange that you can move around in a big city, you're so stupid.

"How big can Shanghai be? You can't be a fool there."

"There must be ten white horses."

"That's okay." Zhang Yong said, "Didn't she go to Beijing at a very young age? A girl with such a thin body can get a foothold. Why can't I?"

I think he's right.

He is also the only person I know who uses "girl" to describe Chen Wumian.

"Do you know what animal is commonly used to describe a fool like you?"

Zhang Yong laughed and spat.

I say rhino.

Zhang Yong chased me away angrily, saying he didn't want to be fucked by an elephant.

Later I realized that Zhang Yong didn't need to stay there for a long time, at least this time might not be enough for him to forget her.Because before committing suicide, Chen Wumian left a video and surrendered himself, and handed over the evidence to the lawyer.

I saw this video from the thin woman who came to the canteen to find someone before. In the camera, Chen Wumian's sweet face was pale and swollen, as if being torn by something inside her body, and her face was subtly distorted.

She said that Liu Pingyan came to him that night and persuaded her to give up her subsequent erotic work and find a job for herself with the money, and repeatedly emphasized the fact to her: from the beginning to the present, no one has ever forced her to participate in these cross-border activities. Activities, these decisions one after another that gradually pulled down the bottom line, were all made by herself.

But that night in the guest house, she only felt that she was completely abandoned by the company.Seeing that she was about to drift away from the stage, she couldn't accept it at all.Liu Pingyan's plain and calm tongue and sword ignited flowing flames, burning away all her reason, so she strangled Liu Pingyan to death with his shirt while he was drunk.

Although I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the DV that Chen Wumian put on the TV to take pictures of himself was always on.Except for that confession, this DV witnessed the whole process of that night, and filmed her murder until Zhang Yong came to find her.

In the camera is Zhang Yong's back panting violently, with the words Sanlin Middle School floating up and down on his back, as if lost in the waves.He held Chen Wumian's hand, and I heard him say: I'm underage, take off my coat, and then go to the police station to report me, hurry up.

This episode is something I never imagined.

When Zhang Yong bragged to me for the first time that he was in love with Chen Wumian, I still thought he was funny, and I didn’t think anyone would be willing to pay for a wrong relationship in their teens.

He seems to have a youthful revolutionary courage, objectively called stupidity, like a tyrannical rhinoceros.I'd like to believe he'd be so brainless as to take a dagger to Hitler.

I watched him leave all of himself at 17 before the numb adolescence set in.

On the way home, my concentration was always very slack, and I was almost hit by an electric motorcycle while walking on the street. When I recovered, I happened to meet the middle-aged man who scolded me for not being able to understand the dialect.

I didn't care about it, I looked down at the bus tickets in my hand, there were two tickets, and my heart finally became much lighter.

Tomorrow I will take a historic step and open a new chapter in my life.I decided to celebrate with a sense of ceremony, so I plan to cook a meal myself tonight.

It turned out that when I was in school, if I wanted to cook by myself, I would go to Korean supermarkets to buy instant food. The only cooking I was good at was oven cooking, so when the battlefield turned to the stove, the operation of this human survival skill would be beyond my cognition.

But you always have to take the first step, after all, I'm going to give Tang Ling a big surprise tonight - I decided to fire!

It's a little strange that in Baima, you can only buy spiral noodles but not spaghetti. Canned tomatoes are also a brand I have never eaten, but I still tolerate them all.

Just like Baima tolerated a freak like me, I also began to try to tolerate Baima.

As a cold dish, I made tomatoes mixed with broccoli. The moment I turned off the fire, I realized the magical ingredients in this sticky pot, but Tangling had already returned, so there was no way for me to turn back.

However, the red sauce I made from memory still looked good, so I was so confident that I served the noodles without tasting it.

Tangling was obediently pushed by me to sit at the small table, her eyes only watching me coming in and out.

"What day is it?"

I brought a pair of wooden chopsticks: "I'll make up your birthday."

Tang Ling took a sip as if holding her chin, I asked him enthusiastically if it tasted good, he pointed at the cold dish with chopsticks and said it looked poisonous.

Although he said so, he still ate most of it, and there was no abnormality on his face, which made me really feel that my cooking skills are quite superb, so I rolled up my sleeves and grabbed his chopsticks to taste it.

The moment my tongue touched the sauce, my first feeling was that Tang Ling might have been trained as the leader of the next generation of ninjas of the Fumo family.

Canned tomatoes are very sour, and the ingredients have become extremely sticky due to overheating. All in all, if I were sitting here, I would definitely not have the courage to lift the chopsticks for the second time. Even if these dishes are Tang Ling made.

The more I ate, the more wronged I became, and finally I just ran into Tang Ling's arms with a sad face.I said you were bored to death, why didn't you speak clearly.

Tang Ling didn't care too much: "What did you say?"

Although this is the case, it is too cruel for me to say that the food I made is unpalatable, so the air slid up and down in the throat and I couldn't smooth it out. In the end, I only choked out a sentence: "I want to eat BJ's Birthday cake flavor... my little aunt used to buy it for me every time she came to visit me."

Without waiting for any reply, I heard a shutter sound instead.

It can be regarded as the instinctive vigilance of animals, I turned my head like an owl, and happened to see Tang Ling looking at the phone calmly.I supported his thighs and straightened up, only to realize that the screen was me who was complaining just now, and the back of my head occupied most of the frame.

Tang Ling didn't hide anything, instead, he brought the screen closer to my eyes, poked my swollen cheek with a finger like a bamboo shoot, and then said in a rather elegant tone, " In truth, you are like a puffer fish."

I drooped my hand and grabbed his neck lightly: "Did you listen to me!"

Tang Ling lifted me off him like a dissecting mouse, leaned over and looked at me sitting on the ground: "What do you think is BJ?"

I think I might be playing puffer fish again now: "...Ben & Jerry's, the ice cream seller."

It's no longer a screen, now Tang Ling poked me in the face: "Are you still a child?"

I rolled my eyes and slowly climbed up to his shin: "It can be. DaddyDaddy...want to eat your lollipop."

Although Tang Ling is only four years older than me, if necessary, he can still change from my little cousin to my eldest wife, my father, my uncle, my second uncle, and my seventh uncle.

Tang Ling is not the kind of person who is easily incited by my poor speaking skills, but I am good at inciting myself.As soon as I said that, I felt that the surrounding air was slowed down, thick as honey.

Maybe I could see something from my flushed face, but Tangling sat back instead, leaning lazily against the wall, taking her time to move further away from me.

I wanted to touch my face, but before I could feel the temperature, Tang Ling grabbed my wrist.He was so strong that I couldn't break free at all.

Glancing up at him, I crouched forward, snapped his zipper off with my teeth, and licked the hard bag through the fabric.

Tang Ling patted my face, as if trying to wake me up.

The mobile phone on the table rang suddenly, it seemed that someone was calling Tang Ling.Tang Ling glanced at the screen, and then lifted my two wrists up with one hand, but I took advantage of his distraction to pick up the phone and broke away completely.

He seemed a little angry, his face darkened, and he took a look at me before answering the phone.

I used to be very afraid of Tangling getting angry, but now it is not what it used to be, because I found that his anger during sex can only make me happy.

Tang Ling just listened quietly to what the other end was saying, and didn't make a sound, but I had bad thoughts, and I just wanted to see him lose control, so I grabbed his penis and licked it carefully, which was extremely shameless He purposely smacked the water loudly.

He pushed my forehead with his fingers, frowned and replied: "Yes. The puppy is drinking water."

I wrinkled my face in dissatisfaction, and really barked twice like a puppy. Tang Ling reached out to cover my mouth, but I licked his palm along the way.

I tried to widen my mouth again, and sucked it to the bottom.The front end pierced my throat, and the physiological reaction made my throat start to swallow. In order to restrain this movement, I put all my strength into my body, but I was accidentally escaped from the narrow gap. The air that came out was quite choking, so I had no choice but to step back a little bit, coughing stuffily with half my mouth in my mouth.

Tang Ling still listened to the conversation, but her eyes sank, and she stopped pushing and shoving. Instead, she held my whole jaw with her big hand, preventing me from closing my mouth.

I breathed through my mouth with difficulty, and my eyes were only fluttering.The tongue was also limp, and it was piled up on the front of his head in confusion.Feeling the depression of the small hole, I just wanted to fill it with my tongue.

Tang Ling didn't look at me: "See you at the gate of the community."

"...Well, thank you."

A short sound escaped from Tang Ling's throat, because I began to grind his coronal groove with the tip of my teeth.

I squinted my eyes triumphantly, and when he hung up the phone, I stopped making trouble, and began to swallow hard up and down, until Tangling grabbed my throat and sprayed the semen on my lips.

There was something weird in his mouth, the red sauce he just made tasted weird, and Tang Ling's semen also tasted weird.I lay on his lap, stared at him sideways, licked the white liquid on my lower lip, and laughed grinningly: "Honey, you are so fishy."

One part was licked off, and the other part was gouged out with my fingertips. I opened and closed my tiger's mouth a few times, and saw that the white liquid was so thick that it dragged out sticky threads.I blinked at Tangling, and began to deduce seriously: "I did it yesterday, why is it so thick?"

I already felt that Tang Ling wanted to strangle me to death. Although it didn't show on his face, I felt that if the current him was put into the comic grid, there must be a pure black background embedded behind him.

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I was thrown into the bathtub by Tang Ling, and he was like the kind of impatient owner who bathes pets. Before taking off my clothes, he turned on the shower and showered me, especially my face.

Although I prefer to define this as Tangling's shyness, after all, since the day he was the lord, I have never seen the tips of his ears so red.

After his wide white T was soaked in water, he could only stick to my body very aggrievedly, which distracted me for a moment, and I touched Tang Ling's bulging biceps when he bent his elbow. .

"I saw a photo of Chen Wumian and you before. At that time, you seemed to be only [-] or [-], and you were much thinner than now." I patted my arm again, "It feels like your bones are only a circle thicker than mine... now That's it."

It seems that Tang Ling was originally a paper human body, although now she has some muscles, and she is still a paper human body with a cage of clothes.He said that when he was in college, he would move clay powder to and from get out of class every day, which was a unique experience in the sculpture department.

After weighing it up, Tangling said, "It should be the reason why I went to cut the foam on the weekend."

I blinked and blinked: "A part-time job again?"

Tang Ling thought for a while: "125 a day."

I really don't have any idea about money, I just feel that Tangling is working so hard, and remembering his job that I lost, I can't hold back my depression.

Picking up wet hands, I just want to hug him.But Tangling raised her eyebrows, grabbed my two legs and hung them on the side of the bathtub, and let me open them wide.

That's such an open door, I, I can't do it.

A burst of shame surged up, and I clasped the sides of the bathtub tightly, trying to close my legs in, but I couldn't succeed at all.

Under my fiery gaze, Tang Ling casually grabbed the eyebrow knife on the cabinet and scraped the sparse pubic hair on my crotch.

I just had a lot of shower gel sprinkled on my whole body by Tang Ling, and now when he does something on my body like this, foam will multiply.At first my cock was only half-hard and let him pull it around, but before he could shave off a small piece, the lust and foam were all piled up, and it was so hard that it dripped water.

Since the legs were forced to open like this, I didn't need to worry about it any more, so I stared straight at him and stuffed my fingers into the back hole. Although Tang Ling caught him, he threatened me evilly. One more move by myself and I shaved my hair.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, I couldn't help but wonder if he had some strange sexual fetish.

There was a continuous rustling sound of the scraper rubbing against the skin, and this kind of itching also soaked into the superficial layer of the skin, making me want to pinch my legs, but this sharp and dangerous pleasure always warned me not to move around.

He didn't let me do anything, so I could only look at Tangling obsessively, at his obedient light hair, long eyelashes, and slightly frowning brows because he was concentrating on doing meticulous work.

I have to say, his appearance makes me feel that I have become a Bodhisattva in his hands, and what he holds is not an eyebrow knife but a dough knife.

It's all about trimming the details, the principle is the same.

I didn't have much strength, so I kicked my head on his chest with the sole of my foot, and asked in a deflated voice, have you ever carved a Bodhisattva's penis?

Tang Ling may have never heard such nonsense, she grabbed my calf and bit my ankle, the pain made me scream.

Maybe it was because of my random kicking, the eyebrow knife was slashed to the column body at an angle, and there was no blood, but the skin must have been broken.At that moment, I was so stimulated that tears fell out, but along with the tears, there was also my semen.Where is my love pain, it's just that the local structure is not the same in this area, and being overly sensitive is justifiable.

Tang Ling described my convulsions as if I had stepped on an electric valve. I was so ashamed that I didn't dare to say more, and I shrank back and slipped into the water.

Through the twists and turns of the water, I saw Tang Ling propped on the bathtub, her eyes were crooked, like black moons.

He said that my twisted body looks a lot like his final assignment for freshman year.

Unable to hold back my curiosity, I rolled my eyes: "What homework?"

Tang Ling said that he was studying ceramic materials in Jingdezhen at that time, and he burned a porcelain goldfish when handing in his homework.He also bragged to me that if the eyes are punched, water will be poured into it and it can be used as a whistle.

I don't believe him, anyway, if it falls into my ears, he means that when he blows, the water will flow...

Tangling leaned on my shoulder and fell asleep while blowing my hair. As soon as I realized this, I immediately turned off the hair dryer. After all, it is not easy for him to fall asleep spontaneously. I really don't want to waste my chance.

However, one after another, after the roaring wind stopped, my mobile phone rang again.

I picked it up impatiently and took a look, but the number displayed on it suddenly caught my eyes.

That's my mom's phone number.

I panicked because I lost my original calling card right before leaving New Jersey.After I came to Baima, Zhang Yong personally chose this account for me at Youjia Commissary.

...Then how would my mother know?

Watching the screen turn on and off, I didn't answer any of the three calls, but I didn't take the initiative to hang up, just watched it end quietly.

I held my breath in bewilderment and panic, and I didn't notice that I forgot to breathe until I met Shang Tangling's quiet eyes when I lowered my eyes.

The acting skills may be a bit clumsy, so I asked Tang Ling abruptly instead: "Whose call did you answer just now?"

"Studio teacher." Tang Ling said, "I borrowed a car from Chen Xing, and she will drive over later."

"Do we have a car?" I thought about whether I bought those two bus tickets for nothing.

Maybe it was a reflection in my heart. At this time, I suddenly made an inappropriate joke: "Then you have to hide the car keys. Isn't the bridge connected? I won't drive to the other side while you are sleeping tonight. My mother must be there The airport on the other side will pick me up and go home together."

Tangling looked into my eyes quietly, it was a very rational gaze, which brought dizziness from overexposure, and then I heard him ask me, can you do it.

And I was still immersed in the gnawing anxiety, and I couldn't say anything for a while.

We were speechless to each other for a long time.

Maybe it was the appointed time, Tang Ling got up and kissed my eyelids, told me that he would be back soon, and left without looking at me.

I love Tangling, but that doesn't mean I really trust him in everything.I was really afraid of falling into the vicious circle of fear of being abandoned, so I didn't sit on the sofa for long, and soon followed suit.

Fortunately, I saw him at the gate of Sanlin Community: he was talking to the female head teacher.

I got closer, stood behind the orange slide, and could clearly hear their conversation.

This scene was a bit familiar, and I suddenly remembered that I had eavesdropped on their speeches when I was in Erjiu.

"Don't you think he's funny? I used to think that Chen Wumian had humiliated their family every day. Like the other men here in Baima, he called her cheap and gnawed at her flesh and blood. But now that he's gone, he's acting like that. It’s even more exaggerated today, and put seven or eight pictures of childhood on the desk. Hearing those kids say how much he loves his sister and how much he values ​​family relationships, I feel like fucking sick.”

At first I didn't understand what it meant that Chen Xing gnawed at her flesh and blood, but later I learned from them that the beneficiary of Chen Wumian's copyright share was Chen Xing before his death, and the car that Lian Tangling borrowed now It was all in exchange for Chen Wumian doing what he called "dirty things".

Chen Wumian didn't like to mention this, but Chen Xing never said it, even including his own mother, everyone thought they had raised a white-eyed wolf who was willing to degenerate.

And I just found out that after the incident with Pu Wei, Tang Ling voluntarily gave all her savings to Chen Xing, with 30 in the card.

I really don't know what 30 is to Tang Ling.

But in such a small town with backward development, what to do to get 30?

When I came back to my senses, I noticed that Tang Ling seemed to have gotten into the car.

The high beams cut through the front fog, and the black off-road vehicle drove straight out of my field of vision.

Didn't he say he would be back soon?

My heart pounded dully in my chest, and I was terrified that he would leave me at this moment when it was all over.

I rushed to Sanlin Square to take a taxi, and only vaguely remembered that he was driving out of the city, so I vaguely told the driver.

There are no precise rules and regulations in the small town, and this business without a clear end point really wears people's patience, so when the driver just drove out of Baima City, the driver just made an excuse of "going home early to help the children do their homework" and drove him away. I left it in place.

Although I kindly asked me if I would like to drive me back the same way, I naturally ignored it, paid the money and walked straight ahead.

This place is already sparsely populated, and at night you can only hear cicadas and waves.

The western suburbs are close to the beach, and there is a deserted road along the coast.Gradually, I realized that this was not the direction of the cross-sea bridge, and my restless thoughts began to calm down gradually.The whole person seemed to have a broken string, slacking off in a vengeful manner, thinking that maybe he just wanted to see the sea of ​​Baima to relax.

When two people stay together for a long time, some thinking frequencies may really overlap.

I just subconsciously looked at the beach on the left, and I saw something orange swaying and flickering in front of me, and then there was a long gray smoke, which was boundlessly drawn into the dark night sky of Baima.

I ran there with all my strength, and Tangling's white figure on the seaside gradually reunited in my vision.

Fire, I only saw the fire behind him.

For some reason, the black off-road vehicle started to burn, gray smoke was spewed out from the front cover, and flames continued to spread upwards from the window.

Tang Ling was not too far away from the burning car, and he didn't do anything, just watched quietly.

I have seen the movie and I know that if the car burns like this, it is likely to explode. I ran to Tangling anxiously, shouted his name, and stretched my arms forward in vain, like I want to touch him, hold him tightly, and take him away at the first moment.

In the flames, Tang Ling turned around, lowered her eyes, and walked a little closer to me.When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly smiled at me, and half of his delicate face was completely illuminated by the firelight, making that smile extraordinarily bright, as if there was a sense of relief.

Before I came back to my senses, there was a violent explosion, and a small mushroom cloud sprayed out from the off-road vehicle, and the fiery waves from the explosion exploded like weeds, dancing Tang Ling's light-colored hair.

I subconsciously covered my face with my arms, trying to resist the heat.The burnt smell is everywhere, squeezed into my nose.

Tang Ling walked towards me against the flames so naturally.Looking at him, I fell into a long aphasia, opened and closed my lips several times, and finally squeezed out a few simple words.I asked, what did you do?

"This car doesn't belong to him."

Tangling's eyes were filled with tranquility and fire at the same time. He calmly threw the car keys into the gray-blue sea in front of me, then gently stroked my face, and said calmly, "You don't want to, either. want to go."

I didn't want to leave after being with him.

I said that Tang Ling was a lunatic before, just because I felt that his behavior made him look a little out of group, but obviously this is just an extremely imprecise induction, after all, according to this statement, even I can be included in it.

But today, I suddenly had a real feeling, and I began to feel that my first impression of him might not be wrong.