Forbidden color

For the remaining three days of this week, Wen Sitian didn't go to school. He only had a message from Xu Qingyang asking him if he was okay. He didn't know how to explain it. He stared at the text message and frowned, feeling full of guilt. .

He is always sorry for others, parents, elder brother, Xu Qingyang... Yan Qing is also one of them, they are all the few people in this huge world who recognize him and are willing to love him, and he has made big and small mistakes to everyone Ranging guilt.

He was afraid of Xu Qingyang's questioning, but he couldn't bear to continue to deceive him. Sorrow was like lingering Guandong sugar, sticking his heart and lungs together and stirring him. No word was typed.

A hand stretched out above his head and pulled the phone out of his hand. Wen Sirin glanced at the screen indifferently, threw the phone on the bedside, then held his armpit and put him on her lap, and began to untie his phone. pajamas.

The wounds on Wen Sitian's body had already scabbed over, but Wen Sirin insisted on applying medicine to him in the belief of "consolidating the treatment", wishing to transport all the essence of the medicine into Wen Sitian's body.

The doors and windows in the room were closed tightly, and the bitter smell of medicine lingered. They sealed themselves in this lonely apartment, looking for pleasure over and over again, as long as they didn't face the world, they could do whatever they wanted.

Wen Sitian was not a natural kissing maniac, he was purely cultivated by Wen Silin.When she was a child, Wen Silin would often kiss Wen Sitian, who was not yet able to move, until her face was covered with saliva. Wen Sitian couldn't bear it, and cried loudly while covering her little face. Wen's parents also praised Wen Silin for loving his younger brother. After a long time, Wen Sitian got used to this kind of expression of love.

With the growth of age and the constraints of secular laws, Wen Silin learned to restrain himself, but Wen Sitian was dissatisfied with the dwindling number of kisses. He was not satisfied with kissing the forehead like a superficial kiss, but he couldn't make himself shrink back to the milk doll.

He threw himself into Wen Sirin's arms and arched, now he can finally ask Wen Sirin for caress freely, Wen Sitian raised his head to look at his handsome elder brother, and asked him for a kiss.

Wen Silin laughed, this was almost the first time he had shown a non-bitter smile recently, he pressed the disheveled Wen Sitian into the bed, and kissed him tenderly.Wen Sitian took his hand and touched down, and when he touched the soft buttocks, he was hit lightly and sat up with his arms around him.

"Okay, don't push yourself too hard." Wen Silin buttoned him, and Wen Sitian seemed to have degenerated limbs, and someone would do everything for him.

"It's healed..." He said with a smile, as if the suffering that day hadn't left any psychological shadow on him at all, as if the scar had healed and he forgot the pain.

"It's not good, the doctor said it will take another two days." Wen Sirin is not easy to be fooled.

Wen Sitian paused, and asked nervously, "What doctor? Which doctor?" Why didn't he remember seeing a doctor?

"...Classmate." Wen Sirin dressed him and kissed him on the eyelid, "It's okay, he doesn't know."

This is great, Wen Silin has restored his previous attitude towards him, even better than before, as if an over-diet young lady has been untied of her belt, and can taste Wen Sitian's unlimited cake anytime, anywhere.

As if those three hellish months were just a nightmare.

Wen Sitian murmured stickily into Wen Sirin's arms, "I don't want to go to school anymore..."

"..." Wen Sirin tried to pull him out amusedly, but failed to achieve his goal, so he had to pick him up and walk to the restaurant, "Then do you want to stay at home alone? We can't squat at home together, right?"

"I eat very little..." Wen Sitian's voice was muffled, and he spit hot air on Wen Silin's chest, and said without end, "I can only eat a little food every day...it won't cost a lot of money... ..."

Wen Sirin ignored him, put him on the stool, and said, "Sit down." The wooden table was covered with a lemon-colored tablecloth, and on it was a bowl of fragrant and soft beef brisket soup and Shuanghui stir-fry. , The table was bought by them at a home furnishing retail store together. Wen Sitian boasted that he would assemble it by himself. He only twisted a screw and then fell on the floor to play with his mobile phone. You can’t even afford duck and fish, and even honey is only supplied with 2ml per day, do you want to be a little dragon girl?”

After he finished speaking, he probably thought of the peerless prostitute Yin Zhiping, who was facing Xu Qingyang's face, his expression froze.

While helping Wen Sitian put the food away, he asked, "Why don't you want to go to school?" He carefully examined Wen Sitian's expression, "...Because of Xu Qingyang?"

Wen Sitian didn't speak, but raised his dark eyes to look at him, then quickly lowered his head to eat.

It was because of Xu Qingyang, he knew even without mentioning Wen Sirin.

The bowls and chopsticks were clanging, Wen Sitian's appetite had been very good recently, it was nothing like the "only a little bit" he said just now.

"I didn't sleep with him." Wen Sitian said suddenly while he was eating, his mouth was full, as if he wouldn't feel at ease if he didn't find something to do, "I just want to try to fall in love with him. "

Wen Silin mocked: "Dating?" He stared at Wen Sitian sharply.

When Wen Sitian saw that he had said something wrong, he picked up the soup bowl with his flat mouth and "gurgled" and drank it, hiding his face behind the huge glass bowl.

【Ugh】

Like a threat, like a warning, like an edict, or even like a possessive love language.

The drowsy Wen Sitian babbled: "I only love you... I have always only loved you... You don't even know..."

Obviously, my brother didn't concentrate on loving me.

He got a promise with an unknown validity period, and he could only sincerely pray that Yan Qing would study in Germany until he was old, and it would be best if he had four or five children before returning to China.

Summer is coming to an end, although the autumn tiger is domineering, the air is gradually cooling down. I don't know which family sent the fragrance of osmanthus from the window. Wen Sitian lay on the window sill, and was aroused by the extremely strong fragrance of flowers.

Wen Sirin was very busy, and he sat in front of the computer for another afternoon, because he was worried that he hadn't even smoked, so Yingjun's face was covered with a cold and tired expression.

"Brother, do you want to take a break?" He hesitated and stretched out his hand to cover Wen Sirin's eyes. Wen Sirin lost his eyesight, closed his eyes and leaned on the chair and sighed: "The time for reviewing materials is very tight. a mentor..."

Wen Sitian giggled, climbed onto him, and let Wen Silin touch him to relieve pressure.

[Things with shells are more delicious, even small tortoises are delicious]

Wen Silin wiped him casually, looked at his fresh and tender cheeks like flower buds, leaned over to hug the messy Wen Sitian, looked out the window, leaned into his ear and said, "Look, your little boyfriend is here." .”