Tocheng

"Well, I just walked for a while."

The man smiled and changed his shoes, "Really, maybe I just missed it."

"..."

"have you eaten?"

"not yet."

"There is food left on the table." He said as he pushed open the door of the study.

The man held his hand, "Dine with me."

He glanced at the man and replied, "Ah, good."

The man held his shoulder, and he obediently followed A'Du to the kitchen.

In the middle of the night, he gently removed the hand wrapped around his waist, and slowly moved to the side of the bed. The man on the bed moved slightly, and he froze and did not dare to move, but after a while, he quickly put on the clothes again. The slippers are out.

The living room was dimly lit, but he didn't dare to turn on the light, for fear of being caught like last time, he tiptoed around the living room.

He tiptoed to the door, moved his finger on the button, did not press it for a long time, swallowed, patted his chest, it doesn't matter, just try it, it doesn't matter, you won't be found.

Moving his hand to the button, the number in his mind was **1115, which was the date of their official relationship. I remembered it was because of the anniversary of the mosquito.

According to these numbers, I silently read them one by one in my heart, but the result was disappointing.

No, not a birthday, not an anniversary, why not, except for this day, there is no memorable time between them at all.

He pressed it again and again, no, what else is there, he kept searching in his head, and tested one after another, it was not true, and unwillingly entered his birthday, it was not true.

Ugh.

He leaned against the door, feeling lost, isn't it a birthday, isn't this a good day?Since it is important, is it not worth setting it as a password?Shouldn't they all be set as the favorite person's birthday or other days?

asshole.

He cursed in a low voice, and was about to go back to the room to sleep honestly, when he remembered something, and walked into the study dishonestly.

I got into the study, turned on the light, looked at the dense books, and looked for the things in the mouth of the mosquitoes.

"I heard from Sen. He still keeps your old books. You can look for them in the study..."

Those who came back looked row by row, there was nothing, and the middle compartment searched for nothing, still not there, looked at the books on the top floor, took a stool and pointed one by one, the place where they stayed, Take it out, flip through it, no, continue to move and check.

When he saw these familiar and unfamiliar comic book titles, his fingers trembled a little, it was true, what the mosquito said was true, and he still kept it.

There are so many of them, packed into several compartments, and neatly arranged. He randomly pulled out the book and flipped through it. The book is still very new. It should be treated well, and some of it still has traces of folding. , and there is a bookmark in between, is it because I haven't finished reading it?

Yeah, I left him before I finished watching it.

He had just taken out a few comic books, and the box on top of the book caught his attention. He pulled it out and sat down to open the box.

It is full of photos from ten years ago. When the rape blossoms were youthful, they all smiled heartily. There was also the time when he was sitting on the bicycle and smirking, and when it was snowing, he smiled. Pointing at the mosquito in the photo, the man patted the snow off his body while looking at the smiling person affectionately. The words next to it almost made people cry.

Meeting is accidental, falling in love is inevitable—love you forever, baby.

Is that right?

Meeting is accidental, falling in love is inevitable

How deep is this person's affection, I really feel incredible.

Looking at these photos, there are memories of the past between the words. Behind the photo of him putting the wallet is the man's handwriting.

Get to know each other in February, get to know each other in April, meet each other in July, get close in August, meet each other in October, and fall in love in November.

In just a few words, it summarizes the long process from knowing to knowing the mind, separating and getting closer to each other.

Looking at the silly self in the photos, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Is this the feeling when looking at the photos of myself when I was young?

Ok?

He drew closer, sat upright abruptly, put down the photo decisively, and was stunned.

Standing in front of the door that has always been isolated from the outside world, pressing the numbers with trembling fingers, the sound of each button is getting louder and louder, filling the mind, and it seems to break the quiet atmosphere.

When there was still a number, he stopped, retracted his hand, and then pressed it again. When the door opened, he was panicked and dazed, not happy or joyful, but rather sad.

The people in the room heard the phone ringing, fumbled for the phone, clicked on the video inside, and found the person standing by the door.

Although there was no light, one could clearly feel someone standing by the door.

He quickly lifted the quilt, ready to catch him back, but in the end he didn't move, because the man was leaning against the door, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ah Hai looked at the gap exposed by the door, and was expecting the door to open, because the number written on the photo was 0216, which was also the day we met.

But when the door opened, it felt like a barb in my heart, uncomfortable.

Inner conflicts and struggles, pain and entanglement, between going out and not going out corrode thoughts, and this opened door makes people a little bored.

Here is a man who made a promise, a man who will remember when they first met, a man who is so caring, gentle, and truly loves him.

There are also friends, who gradually accept him as he is now, and family members, are they really going to abandon him again?

but.

If you don't go out, the grievances and tortures you have suffered in the past two years, being treated like a dog is just to get things, so that she doesn't have to stay in the dark place anymore, and doesn't have to be a lonely wild soul with no foothold forever. ghost.

He opened the door and stepped forward. The man also opened the door at this moment, while the person in the video leaned against the door, hesitating.

He sat on the ground exhausted, completely at a loss.

I will only cherish you and love you for the rest of my life. I believe in you, and I will never let go.

I will not, I have already identified you in this life, and I will not change.

baby I love you.

At the seaside, when I found him, it was night, he was standing alone by the dark seaside, he looked very desolate, sister Yuxi went up to hug him, he thought it was you, called your name, asked if it was you It's not that you came to him and cried. To be honest, it's quite pitiful.

Afterwards, he printed your photo, locked himself in the room, and refused to come out for a whole month, and was dragged out by Sister Yuxi later.

And the people in the room also sat by the bed, quietly watching every move on the screen.

Time passed slowly like this. Seeing that he didn't respond, the man seemed to be relieved. It wasn't until the people inside moved that he lay down in bed and waited in peace.

The door of the room opened.

The room was illuminated by the soft moonlight, and he sat by the bed.

Staring straight at the fair face illuminated by the subtle light, he seemed to be sleeping soundly, breathing steadily, and his sleeping appearance was not as strong and stubborn as usual, but very gentle.

He fell down beside him, touching the man's delicate and handsome face with his hands. The man's face seemed to be more handsome than ten years ago. His eyes, nose and eyebrows were all indescribably charming.

And this pair of thin lips, those lips that have been kissed countless times, are soft and warm, every time they kiss, they can't help but respond, and they can't help but kiss them hard.

He approached the familiar lips, but didn't stand still, watching from such a distance.

The hand unconsciously touched his lips, which is the movement that men like before kissing.

With a clear sense of touch, the man opened his eyes and stared at the person who returned to him. His deep eyes could see everything clearly, seeing people clearly.

He wasn't surprised, but guessed that the man had noticed such a thing, and knowingly smiled instead.

The man also smiled gently, and pulled back the quilt, "Come in." After staying outside for so long, I was afraid that he might catch a cold.

"Ah."

He leaned in the man's arms, put his hands on his waist, quietly listening to each other's heartbeat, feeling each other's breath, the man patted his back, and whispered softly in his ear.

"Another day, I'll take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"Hmm~~~" The man drew a little distance away and looked at him seriously, "Where do you want to go?"

"..." He was obviously thinking about something, "Can I choose?"

"Well, you can go wherever you want." But someone must follow.

"Really?"

The man nodded slightly. He lowered his eyes and rolled his eyes. In fact, there was a place he wanted to go for a long time, but because he had no chance, he raised his head and smiled, "I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I think about it." you."

"Okay, you can think about it slowly."

He also responded with a smile, moved closer, and prepared to sleep.

The man seemed dissatisfied and fell asleep like this. He turned over and gently pressed him under him. His face was very close. His eyes slowly swept across his nose and stayed on his lips. The meaning was obvious, and his eyes asked ambiguously. Is it possible to wear it.

Looking at such urgent eyes, his heart was beating restlessly, he quickly turned his head away, "I'm sleepy."

The man didn't answer the persistent craving, the desire dominated the body, he stared at the person who turned his head intently, and didn't let go, as if he kept maintaining this posture if he didn't agree.

The fiery gaze continued to heat up, the man's eyes were too intense, too touching, his hands restlessly buttoned and twisted the quilt, but the man got closer, his whole body seemed to be immobilized, and the heat spread quickly. All over the body, the tension rose to an extreme, and he put his hand on the man's mouth.

"No."

"why?"

The breath passed through his fingers, he quickly moved away, and the man stubbornly tightened the distance.

"Ah~~~" He searched for a reason in his mind, "I, I forgot how to kiss."

It can be clumsy and a little embarrassing.

"I will teach you."

"..."

With his heart pounding, he sneaked a glance at the stubborn man, turned his face in compromise, and closed his eyes again the moment his lips touched.

The man kissed his face, forehead, and grinding lips, and licked them soothingly. The tip of his tongue smeared the wet liquid, arousing and plundering the man's sense of touch, softening the man's body, and slowly melting his heart.

He gently sucked his lower lip, sucked and bit it lightly, and the other party accepted it passively, closed his eyes, and the lips crawled more vividly into his body.

With the push of the tongue, the gentle invasion, the intertwined tongue, the exchange of hot liquid, breath, the body gradually accepted it, and the hands followed the rhythm of the body, hugging the man's back.

In the charming late night, in the moonlit room, two men were kissing deeply, embracing tightly, kissing each other's souls. In this quiet room, subtle whispers could be heard faintly.