I pamper the little baby in 80

Fan Ze has been exquisite and cute since he was a child, and the group of children from poor families work together.

Once when he was young, he saw a bad guy grabbing a little boy and bullying him. The boy screamed and was strangled to death by the guy.

He was hiding in the haystack at that time, terrified.

He deliberately smeared the bottom of the pot on his face, and his whole body was dirty.Then one night, the man wanted to bully others again, and was pushed down the big ravine by mistake.

When he was young, he listened to the miserable howls of the man in the ravine beside the haystack, and finally died silently.

Since then, Shang Fanze has left a psychological shadow, especially because he is afraid of the dark, and has to turn on the lights when he sleeps at night.

When others pay attention to his appearance, he pays special attention to it, and his temper becomes more and more violent, which is just his protective color.

At that moment just now, some negative emotions faded out of his mind. After Fan Ze ran out, he regretted it.

Brother Yuan is so kind, and he took special care of him along the way.

Buy him buns, buy meat and give him money.Except for the grandfather at home and the parents who died young, no one has treated him so well.

Fan Ze felt annoyed, and blamed himself for overreacting. Brother Yuan must have hated him because he spoke too much just now.

But it was said that Yuan Hongjun returned to Yuan's house all wet.

At that time today, he really didn't want to go out, so he fetched some water indiscriminately, went back to his room, and wiped the sweat stains on his body hastily.

Yuan Hongjun just lay on the bed, let out a long sigh of relief, and pushed away those wild thoughts in his head.

For three days and two nights, he barely closed his eyes, and now he was lying on the not-so-soft little bed, feeling drowsy instantly.

After a night of grotesque dreams, Yuan Hongjun seemed to have touched that strange but familiar cool skin again, white and reddish, with moisture.

Early in the morning, Yuan Hongjun was awakened by the sound of Yuan Laosan jingling downstairs, and Yuan Hongjun sat up suddenly. Only then did he feel that his body was wet. When he looked down, he couldn't help cursing.

Randomly looking for another pair of trousers to put on, he quietly washed the soiled clothes and hung them to dry on the only small window in his house.

Yuan Hongjun scratched his head a little irritably. It seemed that his body had been empty for too long, and he couldn't stand a little teasing.

Including the age in his previous life, he lived to be 50 to [-] years old. Fan Ze is just a child, and he has never really thought about him at all.

Anxiously wanting to touch a cigarette, I found that this body has no habit of smoking at all, and there is no such thing in the room.

Yuan Hongjun didn't eat breakfast, and went out with some money.

I bought a box of Daqianmen, took the bus to Beikou Park, found a remote corner, and smoked one by one.

The muddleheaded dream last night and the child's attitude last night made Yuan Hongjun irritable. He has never put his face on someone's cold ass in this life.

Reminds me of the small codes about the seven-80s gay meeting in the gossip magazines in my previous life.

There is a lighter vertically on the cigarette, half a cigarette, about zero.

Yuan Hongjun took out a cigarette and lit it, put it in his mouth, casually threw the cigarette case on the bench beside him, took out the lighter, and played with it in his hand.

The flickering flames, the child's star-like eyes, are hot but scorching.

"Hehe!" Yuan Hongjun laughed at himself, picked up the cigarette case, got up and walked to the trash can, threw the lighter and the cigarette case into it, put his hands in his pockets, and strode away.

He didn't see a gentle man with glasses in the distance, watching him leave quietly, his fingers trembling slightly.