Dad's Romance

In 2023, Meiyin 101.

The golden wind gradually turned the traces of the banyan flowers in the yard to brown, and they were like yellow dust trampling in the moonlight.

"Jiang Wei—"

"Ok?"

Han Ke's voice was extremely low, and he was entangled in the room wrapped in the fragrance of lust like a spider's thread.

"Child period."

"Don't go crazy."

These names are not for this occasion.

In front of him, Lin Yuxian's figure was doubled, shaking and entangled in a daze. From the moment he yelled these names, Han Ke's heart, which was recovering, was filled with new experiences, and the shadows of too many people were intertwined into a rough and disorderly pattern. Fauvism paintings.

The secret memories hanging in my heart come out one after another, just like the climax/tide, and the long-lasting pleasure makes the two of them fall into the warm and deep torrent at the same time.

The dent between Lin Yuxian's forehead really didn't match his usual idle look.

Simple and cunning.

The rough feeling of his fingertips, when hooked to the corners of his lips, has a strange feeling. It's not like the quiet consumption wrapped around his waist, but more like killing people with a sharp knife fast in and out. Han Ke licked the corner of his mouth , where there are new scratches.

Instead of being called "Han Ke", Lin Yuxian prefers to call out the name "Ziqi".

Han Ke closed his eyes, trying to find the setback that hit the rocks at the last moment, but the ship seemed to have lost its pilot, drifting aimlessly in the rough waves, and finally the few drops of sweat falling from Lin Yuxian reminded him——

It's time.

Han Ke was forced to look down on him.

"Ziqi—"

"To shut up."

Soon it was showdown time again.

Han Ke didn't say a lot of love words as usual, but said in a bad way: "I don't like the identity and name of 'Yu Ziqi' the most, it makes me feel sick."

"But I like it the most." Lin Yuxian said shamelessly.

That was the last glimmer of light he saw through the frosted glass on the slope where he would slip no matter what he walked on when he was at the lowest point of his life.

Even if "Yu Ziqi" said the most emotional sentence, the reunion that should have been unforgettable for a lifetime turned into a deal.

Although their relationship has long been cut to pieces.

Also deeper.

"Jiang Wei." Lin Yuxian was lying on the bed, his calf was a little cramped, Han Ke reluctantly snapped his thumb, and then hummed without emotion to the "Jiang Wei" very unwillingly.

I don't like the name either.

Obviously a typo.

Han Ke squinted at him, seeing that he was naked/exposing his entire body, as if afraid of being seen by others, he grabbed the quilt and covered it.

There were indeed other people in the house.

Especially Xiaoliubaduzi, Lin Xianxian who coveted him for a long time.

Regardless of Han Ke's objection, Lin Yuxian wiped the sweat off his body with the quilt, kicked him and said, "I have to deal with something today, do you want to set fire to it?"

Han Ke lowered his head, knowing what he was referring to.

They packed up their luggage, lifted the small wooden box, put on black hoods at the same time, and drove towards the safe haven near the port. It was already dark. Lin Yuxian flattened the co-pilot's seat, took off the hood, whistled and hummed "Ode to Joy", which is out of tune.

Seeing that there was no one on both sides of the road, Lin Yuxian stretched out a finger and pointed at God, and said "Ah", he unceremoniously pulled off Han Ke's hood, held his head with both hands, and let down a deep resentment. kiss.

It was finally possible to kiss in broad daylight without wearing a hood.

It's all made by Han Ke, a piece of trash.

The small fishing boat of Han Ke's father was still lying on the shore safely.

Han Ke skillfully steered the boat away from the shore, moored in the middle of the sea surrounded by darkness, the bucket containing octopus was ruthlessly used as a container for burning things, he pried open the wooden box, and took out a pile that Lin Yuxian wanted to dip in on the spot. Old things eaten by peppers.

The first thing that bears the brunt is the ten-page contract with "Love Contract" written on the cover, which is quite decently stamped with the "Yu Ziqi Studio" stamp. Throw in bucket.

"Yu Ziqi, look at your good deeds." Lin Yuxian said while burning.

In the firelight, Han Ke's face only lit up half of the landslide, and the gloomy and obscurity was hidden in the dark. He curled up the corner of his mouth bitterly: "Yes, my first sentence should be 'I was wrong'."

"It's good to know."

Lin Yuxian knew that the boat was small, and when he kicked someone, his center of gravity would be thrown overboard, so he restrained and coldly kicked him in a small way.

The second item, Lin Yuxian took out with a complicated expression, was the brochures of news and reports that Han Ke had scoured all over the place for so many years.

Revenge itself does not touch Lin Yuxian's rebellious scales. To be honest, he has nothing in his body that is worthy of rebellion. It's just more physical communication with Han Ke.

It's just that in this booklet, there is a photo that is so clear that he suspects it was taken by Han Ke himself.

The person above is Zheng Beixi, who has a mole on the corner of his lip and is sarcastic and sarcastic.

No, the mole can curse people by itself.

This photo has been hidden by Han Ke for at least seven years, and it is a long-planned "being married".

Fortunately, he still looks aggrieved, as if he has been betrayed.

Fuck that fart.

Lin Yuxian's starry eyes were hazy, the little flames kept burning in his eyes, the anger in his heart suddenly eased, and he said in a voice so soft that Han Ke wanted to kick him to death: "Brother, can you write it off?"

"No."

"Say it again?" Lin Yuxian tugged at the collar of his black shirt, still not daring to move too much, his eyes fell on Han Ke's labyrinth-like gap between his lips, and he couldn't restrain himself from prying it open with the tip of his tongue, borrowing some sun on his upper arm. Moon Essence, with a sudden force, knocked the back of Han Ke's head heavily against the ship's plank.

Lin Yuxian has already covered himself up.

The tips of his hair hung down on Han Ke's thin cheeks, the tip of his nose was deformed by the bridge of Han Ke's nose, and his fingertips began to exert force on Han Ke's lips like a sharp knife.

Mars is still spewing out.

Lin Yuxian groped around Han Ke's thigh with too much force, and before the flames cleared, Han Ke was praying for someone to temporarily send a bowl of soup to the broken ship.

The half-hour of joy hurt the seven emotions and six veins, and even hurt the cold-blooded animals on the bottom of the sea without developed nerves.

There is no way to feel empathy.

What the hell are they twisting.

Lin Yuxian half-jokingly said: "Do you still remember the first time I opened a room and I went to the bathroom to soak my hands?"

"Well, remember, I was still taking a shower, and you broke in. Let's get nervous, and don't laugh at the other." Han Ke stroked Lin Yuxian's smooth back with his hand, and finally landed on the indentation in the center. Picked up his tenderloin.

"Actually, I'm afraid that it will affect the feeling of masturbation."

Han Ke thought that Lin Yuxian's head was flooded, so he sat up abruptly and said in a trembling voice, "Did you attack me that night?"

"Guess." Lin Yuxian stepped aside, looked at the embers in the bucket and said.

Surrounded by pitch blackness.

Han Ke raised his head: "I can't guess."

"I can't guess, feel it with your heart, Hank."

"..."

Han Ke stretched out Yu Ziqi's hand as a gesture of goodwill, and then showed Jiang Wei's face to complain, his voice and breath merged together: "I'll dance, you dance."

"Jump your big one."

On the eve of the Spring Festival in 2022.

Han Ke came to the racecourse again, and as usual, he chose the purest-looking white horse "Louis" to place a bet. A big brother next to him looked at his bet and advised him: "Let's just say that the little white horse Louis can't run." .”

"I know."

I just like watching him run, this horse looks like Lin Xianxian.

After losing a few thousand Hong Kong dollars in a small bet, Han Ke walked up to the horse trainer and offered to take this horse, Louis, who should have been grazing in the stables long ago and should not run away.

"This one has Andalusian blood, not for sale."

"200 million Hong Kong dollars."

"Deal!" The horse trainer said with relief, "By the way, buying a horse will give you a ticket to the art exhibition, which is open this month."

Han Ke accepted the ticket in a daze. It's really a good deal to buy one get one free.

He took a not very busy afternoon, came to the exhibition center alone, and followed the guide to mix among the crowd.

He saw a painting so familiar that it was engraved into DNA - "Lovers in the Air".

The narrator said: "In the movie "Notting Hill", there is a classic line: love should be like that, floating in the blue sky. If every painter has his destined tone, then Chagall's keynote is' Bella' is the girl he found in his hometown with all his luck in his life. The farmland cottage in this painting is exactly the hometown that Chagall has been looking for all his life."

"He and his childhood sweetheart have been flying in the sky of his hometown."

Han Ke stood in front of the painting in a daze. He thought of a postcard that Lin Xianxian pretended to throw over on his birthday one year, which was exactly this painting.

Han Ke also said at the time: "Is this color a ghost?"

Lin Yuxian gave a "cut", and didn't know which corner he was hiding in, and went on a date with a wild man outside.

A thought that had been delayed for a long time suddenly broke into Han Ke's brain-could it be that Lin Xianxian's meaning of sending the postcard was just... hinting at his childhood sweetheart?

me?

His legs seemed to be crawling on a pile of seaweed, his face was blue and white, and he couldn't identify it, and he couldn't stop laughing bitterly in his heart.

He found a bathroom nearby, hid behind the door, clenched his fists, knocked his forehead on the door panel like garlic, and shed tears that he didn't have time to fall for a long time.

"Lin is very busy..." He kept his name in his mouth, "Can't you speak clearly?"

An inconspicuous bump popped out of his forehead quickly.

"Is it late...?"

He turned on the phone and dragged up the chat history, and Lin Yuxian's dialog box was pressed more than two years ago.

Han Ke clicked on Lin Yuxian's circle of friends, and there was a horizontal line with ridicule.

It should be deleted, no one will keep in touch with friends who have broken up.

Han Ke came to the racing track, suffocated all his strength and stepped on the accelerator, and turned dozens of laps before getting out of the car when the staff stopped him.

He walked to the club again, drank two bottles of whiskey, and finally got a little overwhelmed. In a daze, he found Lin Yuxian's mobile phone number, edited it for a long time, and finally summoned up the courage to send it out:

"The rest of our life is enough for us to mess around, and we will meet again in time, as expected."

As expected, Lin replied very leisurely: "Drink too much, fuck!"

The author has something to say:

Thank you for watching, orz, the timeline below will be staggered, Yu Ziqi will appear soon, the author is not human, and he cannot control it.

Oh yes, the waist, not the waist.