Dumb painter giants grudge

Afterwards, He Jiutang knelt on the wide mat and dressed the other party. Except for weekends, the police academy had to wear the uniform purple-blue police uniform at all other times.

Mo Wenfeng didn't say a word, lying on his side on the mat, his eyes were empty.

"Is it too painful..." He Jiutang wiped the sweat off the opponent's forehead with the back of his hand.

Mo Wenfeng stood up tremblingly, ignored the people around him, and left here at a mechanical pace.

Along the way, whatever He Jiutang said, the other party ignored him.After returning to the dormitory, Mo Wenfeng took a shower and went to bed.

After this incident, Mo Wenfeng hadn't spoken to him for more than a week.

In the beginning, He Jiutang would trap him in various secret rooms where no one would disturb him, question him, apologize to him, and beg him to take care of himself, but it was still useless. Even if He Jiutang kissed him forcefully, he would just remain motionless and stare blankly. eyes watching.

Compared to being scolded and beaten, cold violence made He Jiutang feel deeply afraid and regretful.

The ratio of men to women in the police academy is 8:2. A man may have a small probability of getting out of the singles, which may be 47%, but in fact it is only 26%.

A man has a 22% chance of being confessed by a girl, but a man has at least a 16% chance of being confessed by a boy.

Mo Wenfeng had all of the above two types.

The girl who confessed to Mo Wenfeng was still a classmate in the same class. During an open class, the other party passed a note. The content was straightforward and full of emotion. Mo Wenfeng politely wrote some polite words to reject it. The following is up.

During this cold and violent period, He Jiutang didn't dare to watch the other party's every move all the time, at least he didn't dare to do unreasonable things in person.

One day, Mo Wenfeng went to the mentor's office alone to hand in materials. On the way, he ran into a brother of the same major. The two had known each other in team building before, so they chatted all the way.

After handing in the materials, the senior brother invited him to shoot at the range on Saturday. After all, Mo Wenfeng was only a freshman and hadn't taken the target shooting course yet, so he agreed out of interest.

On Saturday, when the whole dormitory was taking a nap, Mo Wenfeng got up briskly and went out to the shooting range.

When they arrived at the shooting range, the senior brother had been waiting for a long time, and the two sat on the haystack and chatted for a while, all about life and study.

After He Jiutang woke up, the first thing he did was to see if Mo Wenfeng was awake, but he only saw the empty bed.

The shooting range was just behind the back slope of the dormitory building, and He Jiutang saw someone as he was walking around.

At that time, through an iron fence, He Jiutang clearly saw Mo Wenfeng and that senior brother standing side by side, Mo Wenfeng was holding a gun in one hand, and the senior brother leaned behind the other to correct the other's posture.

"You're quite talented, don't be nervous." The senior brother raised the opponent's hand, "Try again."

With a "bang", Mo Wenfeng aimed a shot at the target five meters away, but missed the target by a lot.

Mo Wenfeng smiled helplessly, put down the gun, "No."

"Just practice more." The senior brother patted the other person on the shoulder, "Let's take a break."

"Ah."

The two sat down at the side, and the senior brother took out two bottles of water from his bag, unscrewed one bottle and handed it to the other party.

Mo Wenfeng didn't think too much about it, he took it after thanking him, and took a long gulp.

"The neckline is wet." The brother took out a tissue from the bag and handed it to the other party, "It's cold, be careful."

Mo Wenfeng didn't care, "It will snow next month."

"Let's go down every year, how about going to Guangmingding together then?" The brother's elbow touched the other's arm.

Mo Wenfeng felt a little bit, "It's too cold, forget it."

"Or, the younger brother already has a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Where's your boyfriend?"

Mo Wenfeng was startled, not knowing how to answer.

"It's okay, these are normal." The brother smiled shyly, "To be honest, I like you a little bit."

"Brother was joking, it's better not to talk about it." Mo Wenfeng suddenly felt a little guilty, "I don't want to fall in love."

The senior brother also understood what the other party meant, and his disappointment was written on his face, "There must be someone he likes."

"Let's talk about something else." Mo Wenfeng avoided the other party's eyes, "Or, I'll go back first."

"I'll take you back." The senior brother also stood up with the other party, "The dormitory is also close, let's go along."

Mo Wenfeng couldn't say anything, so the two walked out of the shooting range together, but he still hasn't noticed He Jiutang watching from a distance.

Mo Wenfeng kept walking with his head down, answering his senior brother casually, if the other party hadn't suddenly reached out to hook his hand, he wouldn't have recovered, and he wouldn't have looked up to see He Jiutang a few meters away in front of him.

"..." Mo Wenfeng threw away the hands of the people around him in panic, and met He Jiutang's eyes again, feeling extremely embarrassed.

The senior brother was also very embarrassed, but he didn't notice He Jiutang's existence, "I was the one who was abrupt, I, I'm sorry."

"Brother, don't give it away, I'm going back in time." Mo Wenfeng was in a state of confusion, "Also, I have a sweetheart, please find another love, brother, I'm sorry, let's go first."

Before the senior brother could speak, Mo Wenfeng walked in another direction, avoiding the confrontation with He Jiutang.

He Jiutang was not in a hurry to pursue Mo Wenfeng, but went to meet that senior brother first.

"Junior Brother He? What's the matter?" The senior brother vaguely remembered the person in front of him.

He Jiutang also said calmly and politely: "It's nothing, I just want to ask senior brother if he has seen my family and ask Feng."

"Oh, your family... he, he's going there." The senior brother was a little blocked, "Is he you?"

He Jiutang smiled politely, "It's what the brother thinks, let's do it first, I'll go find him, goodbye, brother."

However, when he turned around, He Jiutang straightened his face, and his lips were slit into a line.

Mo Wenfeng didn't go back to the dormitory right away, but went out of the school gate and went to the nearby flower and bird market, for fear of being entangled by He Jiutang and doing some misbehavior.

Passing by a convenience store, Mo Wenfeng bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and lit one in a corner with few people.

It was a secret that Mo Wenfeng started smoking when he was about to leave the orphanage. He hadn't smoked less in the past few years, but he always smoked secretly to avoid people around him.

After smoking two in a row, I felt uncomfortable in my mouth, so I went to have a good meal alone, drank a few cans of beer, and smoked another.

After this set, he felt a bit like a middle-aged man. Thinking about going back to the dormitory, he would be chased by some resentful daughter-in-law, so he had to escape to enjoy it.

Mo Wenfeng had been wandering outside until the access control point at night before returning. When he returned to the dormitory, most of his roommates had gone to bed.

The same was true for He Jiutang, curled up on the bed with the quilt facing the wall, not sure if he fell asleep, and his eyes were closed.

Could it be that the other party didn't see anything at all today?Mo Wenfeng didn't really want to take the initiative to do anything, and there was still milk on the shared table between the two of them.

Mo Wenfeng touched the wall of the glass, it was still very hot, it should have just been brewed.

After taking a bath, Mo Wenfeng went directly to bed and lay down without drinking milk or looking at her.

The lights in the dormitory were turned off, and it didn't take long for the dormitory to hear snoring and snorting one after another. Mo Wenfeng didn't feel sleepy, and even felt a little empty in his heart.

This state lasted until after eleven o'clock. Mo Wenfeng was really confused. He sat up and scanned the whole dormitory. Basically, everyone had fallen asleep.

Mo Wenfeng took out the cigarette and lighter under the pillow, got out of bed, and He Jiutang on the lower bunk still maintained his original sleeping position.

He picked up the glass of milk on the table and went to the back balcony, lit a cigarette, took a sip, and exhaled the smoke into the darkness.

After almost half a cigarette, Mo Wenfeng took the glass of milk into the bathroom, hesitated for a moment, and finally planned to drink it all in one gulp.

"Don't drink it when it's cold."

He Jiutang didn't know when he was already standing by the bathroom door, stepped in and took the cup from the opponent's hand, poured it all into the sink, rinsed the cup and put it aside.

Mo Wenfeng stood there with a guilty conscience, and could only cover up his embarrassment and embarrassment by continuing to smoke.

He Jiutang closed the bathroom door, and there was no escape for anyone in the small bathroom.

"Still smoking." He Jiutang took the remaining half of the cigarette from the opponent's fingers, put it in his own mouth and sucked it skillfully, and exhaled the smoke into the opponent's ear, "It's not good for your health."

The temperature had dropped recently, and the two of them were wearing very little clothes. Mo Wenfeng leaned against the wall, and the low temperature from the wall made his hairs stand on end.

He Jiutang took two more sips, then threw the cigarette end into the toilet, "What don't you say?"

Mo Wenfeng still didn't speak, the bathroom was not turned on, and it was difficult to see each other's expressions in the dark environment.

"What's your relationship with him?" He Jiutang put his hands on the wall and surrounded him, "If you don't tell me, I'll go find him and break his hands."

After many days, Mo Wenfeng finally spoke to the other party: "It doesn't matter at all."

"Hook, your hand." When He Jiutang said this, his voice was on fire.

"So what." Mo Wenfeng snorted, "I'm happy, I'm happy."

"I'm not happy with me! Not happy..." He Jiutang's eyes turned cold, and he controlled the volume.

Mo Wenfeng felt that the other party was a little unreasonable, and asked back: "I'm happy if you lock me in the equipment room to do that kind of thing?"

As soon as these words came out, He Jiutang's sense of guilt took over again, "I... I'm sorry."

"Don't say anything, go back to sleep." Mo Wenfeng let out a long breath.

He Jiutang lowered his hands to hold each other's arms, lowered his head and asked, "Then you like me or him."

"I don't even like it." Mo Wenfeng felt a little sleepy at this moment.

He Jiutang put his arms behind the opponent's waist, and hugged him tightly, "Speaking is always half-truth and half-false."

"Whatever you think, I'm sleepy, I'm going back to sleep." Mo Wenfeng's head was pressed on the shoulder by the opponent's palm, "Let me go."

"I don't want to." He Jiutang hadn't felt the other party's slack state for a long time. Compared with the usual refusal and cold needles, it was hard to let go, "Don't let go."

Mo Wenfeng touched the other person's belly with his drooping hand, "I'm really sleepy, let me out, I won't quarrel with you."

"I want to be kissed by you." He Jiutang put down his hand on the other side's head and slid down the other side's backline, "Is it okay?"

Mo Wenfeng wanted to raise his hand to wake him up, but his mental exhaustion made him touch the other's cheek with his lips without thinking.

Even though he was half-reluctant, Mo Wenfeng was still entangled and kissed by the other party for a long time, most of which were difficult nights, He Jiutang touched the other party's small door with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice: "Is it okay once?"

"No, you can't." Mo Wenfeng was already sitting on the sink, "Don't, don't stay here."

When things got to the point where they were inextricably linked, someone knocked on the door.

"Is there anyone in there? Is that you in Jiutang?" It was Man Jiang's voice.

At that time, Mo Wenfeng was supporting the sink with both hands, when he heard the sound, his whole body tensed up, and he almost shrank He Jiutang to death.

"Well, yes, it's me. My stomach hurts. You go back and lie down first. I'll be there soon." He Jiutang said with extra panting.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, I'm going to sleep."

After Man Jiang left, Mo Wenfeng realized how bad it was for him to follow the other party to do this kind of casual behavior, and his first reaction was to stop the behavior.

There was no turning back when he opened the bow, and He Jiutang covered his opponent's mouth. Not only was it a good beginning, but it was also a good end.

[The author has something to say: I didn’t expect there to be so many when I saved the manuscript...]