I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

After this incident, Song Ziyan was ashamed to see Fegelein, who ran faster than a rabbit.

It happened that Jeffrey, a classmate with a good relationship, came back from a trip, so he stayed out all day.

Fegelein looked at the candies on the table, which Song Ziyan had placed at the door of his bedroom this morning.

Same as after expressing thoughts last time.

Is it a mistake to please him with candy and make yourself feel that he is an ignorant child?

But dear Julian, although you are young, you are still a child.

But no matter how ignorant you are, you can't touch a man so easily.

Even through pants.

Even if only slightly.

Even if it's only for two seconds.

Fegelein sighed, seeing that it was getting late, he washed up and went to bed.

This sleep is the same as last night, I didn't fall asleep so quickly, and the scenes of yesterday flashed through my mind from time to time.

Song Ziyan lifted the hem of his clothes shyly.

Pure white briefs.

A beautiful body that will amaze many.

Red wine spilled on his pants.

She has a pretty face like a peach blossom, ruddy lips, and a trembling and delicate voice.

"Fee, please, just for a moment." And, the pale pink tongue that flicked past him like a feather.

Fegelein can't even imagine now that he actually wanted Julian to be more out of line.

He must be crazy.--The next day, today is the day of Fegelein's photo exhibition, which starts at ten o'clock.

Song Ziyan went with Mr. Carl at three o'clock in the afternoon. He did such a rebellious thing, and he didn't dare to face his brother alone.

The exhibition hall is in the cultural center near Marienplatz. Fegelein is a well-known photographer on Twitter. He is handsome and has excellent photography skills. Many people who like his works from other countries also come to watch the exhibition.

Song Ziyan followed Carl to Fegelein, his eyes met, he lowered his head in embarrassment and guilt, his palms in his pockets were sweating lightly.

After chatting for a while, Karl went to visit Figelein's works.

Song Ziyan didn't leave, but scratched the things in his pocket with his fingertips, and with a heartbroken, he took out the things with a warm face, and handed them over with both hands: "Brother, congratulations."

"Thank you." Fegelein took it with mixed feelings. It was a blue velvet gift box, but the size of half a palm and very light.

I don't know what's inside, but looking at Song Ziyan's shy expression, it must be... I hope it's not something indecent.

Fegelein put it in his windbreaker pocket and wanted to show Song Ziyan around, but several photographers he met in the Netherlands came, so he had to let Song Ziyan visit by himself.

Song Ziyan heaved a sigh of relief, his brother was not angry again this time, but he...

Song Ziyan thought of the gift he had just given out, and his heart was heavy. At this moment, Jeffrey called and said that he was at the door.

Song Ziyan went to meet him. The exhibition hall was very large, more than 200 square meters, with two floors.

Here are many excellent works since Fegelein learned photography at the age of 14.

Fegelein has won more than one award, as well as other major and small photography awards.

Song Ziyan hadn't seen many photos, so he and Jeffrey took a brochure and took a leisurely tour.

"Is this the work that Fegelein won the first prize of the Hershey Award?" Jeffrey exclaimed, "It's amazing, it feels very sacred."

"Right." Song Ziyan agreed, looking at the work called "Dawn".

Withered yellow grass, a few yaks.

Behind the blue lake, stands a majestic snow-capped mountain.

The golden sunlight pierced through the clouds and sprinkled on the earth, and every yak raised their heads in the direction of the sunlight.

This is a shocking picture.

This photo was taken by chance when Fegelein was 15 years old in Manasarovar, Tibet.

Song Ziyan still remembered the rare fluctuations in Fegelein's expression when he was talking to him.

The Manasarovar Lake in the photo is said to be a holy lake in the hearts of the Tibetan people. Drinking the water in the holy lake can purify people's hearts and wash away diseases.

This is what Fegelein heard from the guide, but Fegelein didn't take it to heart.

It was October when he went, and the grass the yaks ate was already withered and yellow.

When he arrived at the destination, he happened to encounter this scene, and Fegelein was in disbelief for a long time.

It was also a trip to Tibet, and Fegelein had the idea of ​​studying in China.

--The exhibition hall ends at 06:30 in the afternoon. After dinner with friends, Fegelein was suggested to go to the bar for a few drinks.

The bar is not a place Figelein would go to, but he never shirked his friends coming from afar.

Bars in Munich usually close at twelve o'clock in the morning. Entering at this moment, there are huge crowds of people and it is very lively.

Arriving at the reserved location, Fegelein took off his windbreaker, glanced at it inadvertently, and stopped suddenly.

Julian?

Song Ziyan also saw his brother, who was drinking and almost choked.

When he came to the bar, he was in a bad mood.

He is going back to China in four days, so he and Jeffrey came to the bar to get together, and another classmate who returned from a trip in Spain will come later.

Seeing Fegelein looking at him with a frown, Song Ziyan knew what the other party meant, took out his mobile phone and sent a message saying that he would not drink too much.Before the party was over, however, he got drunk.

Fegelein was speechless, so he had to say goodbye to his friends in advance, and came to Song Ziyan's table, and with the help of Jeffrey, he carried Song Ziyan by heart.

Along the way, Song Ziyan lay on his back, chanting in Chinese and Russian, occasionally mixed with German.

The bar was too noisy, and Fegelein could only hear a sentence when he went out the door.

Song Ziyan said aggrievedly: "Brother, I'm sorry." Half sentence in Chinese, half sentence in Russian: "Я-никогда-не-буду-таким-снова (I will never do this again)..."

Fegelein sighed, knowing that Song Ziyan was drunk, but he still asked, "Julian, is this what you really think?"

Song Ziyan nodded.

Then why did you do those things before?

Fegelein didn't ask, presumably he couldn't get an answer from the drunk man, he just said: "Good boy, keep your word."

Song Ziyan nodded again.

At the entrance of the bar, the surrogate driver was already waiting in front of the car. Seeing them coming, he opened the rear door.

Song Ziyan was already asleep.

Fegelein took off his windbreaker and touched the pocket, which contained a gift from Song Ziyan.

He took it out and covered Song Ziyan with the windbreaker.

Usually, the words unintentionally uttered by a drunk person are the voice of the heart. Fegelein looked at this little gift.

Julian might have been wrong, he thought.

Also, he is talented, not everyone is mature at this age.

With this in mind, Fegelein opened the gift box, but when he took out the contents, he took a look.

"..."

A suggestive black thong.

"..."

Sure enough, it's not a serious thing.

Fegelein was speechless for a long time, he turned his head to look at Song Ziyan who was sleeping soundly beside him.

It's really a little devil in an angel's shell.

Fegelein squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and put the small piece of fabric into Song Ziyan's pocket.