Intoxication

Beijing has been under heavy rain for several days, pouring the entire city downcast. Dark clouds, like an overturned pot, have pushed the sky extremely low, dull, and congested cars are like dull earthworms, little by little Before squirming.

After working for a few days in a row, he was still stuck in the small compartment to heat the car. Why was he dizzy and distressed? He was upset because of the traffic jam. He moved forward like a turtle, while still communicating with his subordinates on his mobile phone. Several times almost rear-end. It was almost ten o'clock when he got home, just a few seconds from when he opened the car door to when he opened the umbrella. Because the rain was too heavy, he was showered with a face. In the late autumn season, the raindrops hit the skin, just like the ice dumplings.

When he went upstairs, his footsteps were weary.

The key, the keyhole, opened in one turn. Why is it that the brain was awake immediately when it got excited.

Across the door panel, there seemed to be a sound from a game console.

he came.

At that moment, the heavy work and tiredness of overtime were like falling raindrops that fell on the ground and disappeared into the water. His heart seemed to see the breeze blowing around the moon and the flowers blooming, which sounded like a lot. Exaggerated, but when he knew that he could see the person by opening the door, joy was transformed into a warm current, and the blood went through the limbs and bones, and then back to the heart, so warm and beautiful.

Why leaned back against the wall, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Then, he took the phone out of his pocket, opened the front camera, and the phone reflected a straight face. He smoothed his hair wet with the rain, and he could even speak of a handsome face because he was poured by the rain. The soft scalp, coupled with heavy dark circles and some tired eyes, also looked a little embarrassed. He sighed, the sky grew like this, what's the use of emergency, so he stopped doing useless work and pushed in the door.

There was no light in the room, and the backlight from the LCD TV was the only light source in the room. A man hidden in the dark leaned on the sofa, holding the gamepad intently toward the screen, and his two ridiculous legs were presumptuous. Ground on the coffee table.

The man didn't look at him, and his long fingers crackled and pressed the buttons.

"You're here, why don't you turn on the lights." Why are you going to turn on the lights?

"Don't leave, no atmosphere." The man said without looking back.

Why did you look at the screen? It turned out that he was playing a zombie game. The hot pants policewoman on the screen was searching for zombies in a rundown factory.

"Did you eat? Are you hungry?"

The man didn't answer, and all his attention was on the game.

Why put down the briefcase, took off the wet windbreaker and hung up, took a quick shower in the bathroom, changed the home clothes, after coming out, went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water and walked towards the sofa.

The glass snapped on the coffee table, and the man finally tilted his head slightly and glanced at why. In the dark, those deep eyes were dark and bright, and an inattentive, meaningless look contained style, so why did the heart tremble.

I haven't seen you for more than a month, so why look at the person in front of me and think. Although, he can be seen on television and online from time to time.

The man concentrated on playing the game, why he didn't talk, and just stayed with him so quietly. Unfortunately, not long after, the sexual-sexy hot pants policewoman was killed by the zombie. The man threw the gamepad and "fuck" With a sound.

"Not in a good mood?" Why so softly.

"It's so busy that I'm sick of it."

"have you eaten?"

"You don't want to eat. Your TV screen is too small. It's not fun to watch and the game should be updated."

"Oh ... let me do it for you, it should be hungry at night."

"Don't eat, turn on the lights," the man directed.

Why did I turn on the light in the past?

The man covered his hands over his eyes, adjusted to the light, and then shook his head and lowered his hands. It is Zhang Hao's face that makes people breathe stagnate. The facial features have a three-dimensional characteristic of Caucasians, but because three-quarters are of Oriental origin, they are a bit feminine in the lines carved by the sword. His eyes are like the sea of ​​ink, his nose is like a dangerous peak, and the corners of his mouth are naturally upturned. He smiles without smiling. Such a face is simply a masterpiece of the creator. The pure black turtleneck sweater lined his skin exceptionally fair and smooth, half-length curly hair was casually gathered behind his head, apparently a complete ascetic outfit, but a little demon because of his lazy and casual eyes. Yijunmei, inexplicable sex-feeling and danger.

"Ju Han, are you thin?" Why did his eyes fall on Song Juhan, and he was usually reluctant to move away. His career is like a day in the sky, and the time he can see him is getting less and less, every minute and every second. Should not be wasted.

"Maybe." Song Juhan took the cup and drank, then leaned back on the sofa's back, leaned his head back, his throat knot came out of the turtleneck sweater, and murmured sliding up and down.

Why do you feel the heart tremble again, he said: "If you are tired, take a shower and sleep."

Song Juhan turned his head to look at him, smirked, and teased, "You don't think I've come all the way, just to come to sleep with you? Then why don't I sleep at my own house, why don't I sleep at five stars."

Why look at him for nothing, he knows what Song Juhan is doing, it is nothing more than making love. In these years, the connection between the two of them is nothing but making love. He just had a little expectation, expecting that Song Juhan was just tired, only to come here to calm down his emotions.

Song Juhan snorted: "Why are you still so bored, come here, come here." For a change of knowledge and interest, it's time to take the initiative to come up.

Why did he walk over, Song Juhan pulled his arm and pulled him to himself, so why was the one-eight-eight-meter body pressed against Song Juhan, it was really heavy, Song Juhan snorted softly, put his hand in-to reach in In his home clothes: "Let me touch--touch you fortune."

"should not."

Song Juhan touched his lower back from his abdomen, and the muscles under his hands were still flexible and firm. He said with satisfaction: "Well, sitting in the office all the time, remember to exercise more, it will be ugly when you get lucky, you know." Song Juhan provoked him Chin, kissed him: "How long have we not seen? I still miss you."

"39 days," He said.

Song Juhan smiled: "I remember it so clearly, it is indeed an engineer." Why would he press it when he turned over-on the sofa: "how wet your hair?"

"It's raining outside." I found out ...

"Overtime till now?"

"Ok."

"I told you to resign early. I will give you money. You open a cafe, restaurant, or do whatever you want. It is easy and comfortable. Why go to the unit all day to see people's faces. Is the state-owned enterprise confused?"

"I won't do anything else," he said.

"I knew you would say that." He lowered his head and gave a bite on his chin, and began to drag his clothes.

Why cooperate very well.

Today Song Juhan looks very irritable. When he is in a good mood, he likes to do some ex-plays, but when he is in a bad mood, he will run rampant and simply bleed.

Why frowned, he bit his lip without saying a word.

Song Juhan sighed with satisfaction: "Why are you so good?"

Why look at him a little confused, look at his addictive face like a poppy, his body trembled, and the blush slowly crawled up to the reason why. For so many years, he still hasn't been able to adapt to Songju Hanye, a beast-like physical strength, but he doesn't adapt and doesn't adapt, at least he is used to it, at least he can bear it.

Song Juhan has complained to him more than once, and he is not happy with others. Without him, he can cooperate with each other. Maybe this is the reason why the two can maintain the relationship to the present. Come to sleep.

I don't know how long it has been, why is there some consciousness, and suddenly he felt Song Juhan came out, directly in his body ...

This is one of Song Juhan's hobbies.

Song Juhan lay on him panting, now is the hardest time in Beijing, because the weather is already cold and heating has not yet begun, but the hot temperatures of the two men have driven away the chill of late autumn.

It took five or six minutes for his eyes to fall from confusion to focus. He moved and felt quite uncomfortable.

Song Juhan held his waist, buried his head between his neck, and said lazily, "Don't move, let me lie down for a while."

"I want to clean it up," he paused, adding: "Don't be in it next time."

Song Juhan froze his chest: "Let me cool down, but I dare not wear it with you --- sets." The tone is sweet, but the words are like gifts.

Why didn't he say anything? He said it more than once-actually three times. Since it was useless, he decided not to say it again.

Song Juhan shouted: "This is not good, nourish it."

Why don't you look away and make your ears red.

"You are still so tight here, do you usually have maintenance?"

Why not speak.

Song Juhan chuckled: "Yes, you don't understand these things at all."

Why just put your face on the sofa, trying to ease some shame.

Song Juhan looked at He Qin's red neck and was in a good mood. He got up and pulled He Qin up: "Walk, take a bath with you."

Why was his leg a bit weak, and Song Juhan slammed into the bathroom. The shower opened. Song Juhan pushed him over his back and pressed it against the wall, covering his tall body, and indiscriminately set off another round of conquest ...

It was already midnight when Song Juhan tossed. Why do you lie on the bed, tired fingers are too lazy to move.

Song Juhan lay beside him, breathing evenly, and was already asleep.

Why, by moonlight, carefully looked at Song Juhan's side, the taste in his heart was beyond description. He looked at it, Song Juhan's face seemed to be regressing his age one by one, gradually turning back into a teenager, and his memory was unconsciously returned to the senior year.

At that time, he was a nerd Xueba who was preparing for the college entrance examination. Song Juhan was a school grass that swept the whole school as soon as he was in high school. He is tall, can play basketball, and is proficient in several musical instruments. -Son, when he can't speak, he often shows up in various media like a big star. He only enters the entertainment industry with half a foot. Most importantly, he looks good.

He's a gay, he knew it when he was in junior high school, so he likes to look good boys, of course, only dare to watch secretly.

The two of them would not have any intersection, but they happened to be dragged together by a teacher to participate in a campus environmental public welfare publicity activity. The propaganda method is simple and rude-violent, which is to put a series of foreign videos at school, Song Juhan's role is to sing the theme song in the scene, both Chinese and English, and his role is to translate the song's lyrics.

So, for one afternoon, he and Song Juhan sat in the teacher's office and translated the lyrics into a notebook. He has no music cells, and Song Juhan has written many songs and published his own album. Song Juhan has high requirements for lyrics, not just a simple translation, but also conveying mood and rhyme. After turning around in the afternoon, he found that Song Juhan's English was much better than him. When asked, he had a foreign tutor since he was a child. He would go to the best schools abroad for several consecutive summer vacations.

He felt complacent, feeling that the teacher had made him totally redundant.

He still remembers that after the translation, Song Juhan smiled at him: "Okay, I'm gone."

That smile said that it had the charm of blooming flowers. He felt that his heart was punched with a punch, no pain, soreness, as if something extraordinary had been injected into it. He remembers nervously saying, "I'm sorry, it didn't help me ..."

"Well, you still helped." Song Juhan unplugged the USB flash drive, lifted the schoolbag, and the young man's skin reflected a soft and touching luster under the setting sun. The bright eyes looked like the crushed Xinghe. Didi spilled into people's hearts: "It's a rare encounter with someone who hasn't talked with me, clean."

He couldn't tell whether Song Juhan was really boasting or sarcastic about him. He just remembered watching Song Juhan's back until he disappeared.

Later, the public welfare activity was very successful. The students probably did not care much about the content itself, but were obsessed with Song Juhan's performance. After the performance, Song Juhan decently invited the teachers, propaganda and staff who planned the event to the stage, of course. Also, including him, Song Juhan stood beside his shoulder and spoke some scene words.

At that time, he had only two thoughts in his heart. First, Song Juhan was precocious and he could speak; second, Song Juhan called his name; third, Song Juhan's hands were so hot that his body was hot.

His face must have been very red at the time.

For a long time after that, they did not have any more intersection. He still searched for Song Juhan's figure on the campus of the University, and looked at it once he found it.

Until the day they returned to the university after the college entrance examination, the two accidentally encountered them in the empty men's toilet.

He summoned his courage to say hello to Song Juhan. Song Juhan looked at him for a while before he seemed to remember who he was, and he said "Oh".

He was disappointed.

Song Juhan asked him casually: "You are a senior, how about the exam?"

"still alright."

Song Juhan blew his whistle, pulled the zipper, and raised his eyes, but met his peeping eyes.

He can still remember the moment of embarrassment and embarrassment, as if the thief was caught on the spot.

Song Juhan's complexion changed slightly, and he glanced at the zipper that he could not pull up and the accidentally exposed reaction, and said something he still remembers the tone clearly: "Are you gay?"

He was stupefied, and the hidden secret was easily shaken out, and the sense of shame was beyond description.

At that time, homosexuality was not as widely accepted as it is now. Most people were sneaky like thieves, but Song Juhan has been in the entertainment industry since he was a child.

Song Juhan laughed softly, the laughter was full of ridicule, and then he left.

Why do you remember the afternoon when he hid in the toilet for a long time and did not dare to go out, the afternoon that should have been relaxed after the college entrance examination, he was uncomfortable scratching his heart. 2k novel reading network