spirits in throat

Standing by the window on the second floor, Rong Zhao saw Zhou Ye slowly approaching from outside the alley.

The burnt white vest on his body has been replaced. He is wearing a white shirt and dark blue police trousers. His legs are long and straight. The standard leather shoes on his feet are stepping on the bluestone road in the south of the Yangtze River. Tall and straight, with a relaxed posture.

Sensing the gaze above his head, Zhou Ye stopped not far outside the house, looked up and saw Rong Zhao standing by the window, his peach blossom eyes slightly bent, raised his hand to his lips, and blew a coquettish kiss .

Rong Zhao heard the "What~~" from a long distance away, he was so numb that his whole body trembled, he pulled the curtains, and walked out of the window.

Rong Zhao turned around and saw another bed side by side with his own, only one meter away.

Rong Zhao walked over, pulled the bed to the side, bypassed the dining table, and pulled it to a place three meters away from his own bed.

That's good, and it won't look out of breath.

This weekend, I will buy something like a door curtain to separate the sight of the two beds from the middle, which is equivalent to separating a small room with independent space and comfortable for each other.In case he felt hot in the middle of the night, he would be embarrassed to lift the quilt to cool off.

"Bang bang bang" knocked on the door, Zhou Ye pushed open the door and walked in.

Although it was only a daytime, Zhou Ye felt that it had been a long time, as long as three autumns.

There seems to be some kind of magnetic force in Rong Zhao, attracting him and attracting him, making him want to get close to him, and he doesn't want to be separated from him for a moment.

A 28-year-old single man is pregnant with spring, which is as powerful as a nuclear bomb, and can explode a mushroom cloud more gorgeous than fireworks in minutes.

The flames rose and crackled.

"Are you hungry?" Zhou Ye put the packing bag on the dining table, turned around and walked in front of Rong Zhao, sizing up the other's complexion, it was rosy white, and seemed to be well rested.

Zhou Ye stared straight at Rong Zhao, as if he wanted to see all the lack of the day.

"Go wash your hands," Rong Zhao staggered away from Zhou Ye, and replied casually, "I'm not hungry, I don't have a lot of appetite."

Zhou Ye came out after washing his hands, walked to the bed that Rong Zhao had prepared for him, sat on it and tried it, and smiled: "It's not too big or too small, just right."

Zhou Ye moved vigorously on the bed, and the mattress hit the bed board, making a creaking sound. He couldn't help but whispered: "If this is tossed, the movement will be quite loud. I don't know that Sister Zhang's family downstairs Will you hear it?"

While unpacking the packing bag, Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye speechlessly: "Are you a three-year-old kid, moving around on the bed."

Zhou Ye got off the bed, not daring to continue flirting. Rong Zhao noticed that he might throw him out of the window including the bed.

Zhou Ye bought all Rong Zhao’s favorite dishes, such as preserved egg and lean meat porridge, pumpkin and millet porridge, sweet and sour fish, chestnut roast chicken, hot and sour potato shreds, celery fried meat, tomato and egg soup, a full set table.

Rong Zhao turned around and walked into the kitchen, took out a spoon from the cupboard and washed it, then returned to the dining table and handed it to Zhou Ye: "You should use a spoon."

Holding a spoon, Zhou Ye watched as Rong Zhao, who claimed to have a bad appetite, finished a bowl of porridge, half a fish, chestnuts in chestnut chicken, half a plate of shredded potatoes, shredded pork in fried pork with celery, and half a portion of tomato and egg soup.

Zhou Ye handed the preserved egg and lean pork porridge in front of Rong Zhao: "Is it enough? If it's not enough, I'll order a takeaway."

Rong Zhao took a few bites of the porridge: "Don't just look at me, eat."

He really had no appetite at first, and didn't even want to eat dinner.I just stopped eating before, and I just made a bowl of instant noodles to deal with it when I got hungry at night.

His appetite suddenly improved, probably because someone ate with him, not always alone. Facing a pile of cold pots and stoves, there was no human voice or heat.

After Rong Zhao had finished eating, he changed his pair of chopsticks and helped Zhou Ye pick out the fishbone. The fish was dipped in the fish soup, soaked in the flavor, and placed on an empty plate alone: ​​"Eat, eat well and go out for a while."

Zhou Ye scooped up all the fish with a spoon, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked, "What are you doing out there?"

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye's bed: "Go to the supermarket and buy you sheets, quilts, and pillows."

The two went downstairs together after a good meal.

The landlord, Ms. Zhang, was fanning herself in the yard and chatting with several women in pajamas and slippers. They were talking about children's education.

Sister Zhang raised her hand to slap a blood-sucking mosquito lying on her arm to death: "My distant cousin, life is hard, my son owed a lot of debts and ran away, and there are still debtors blocking her door to ask for money." debt."

A woman asked while eating melon seeds, "How much do you owe?"

Sister Zhang grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ate them together, spit out the skin of the melon seeds, and continued: "I heard that it was only tens of thousands, but in only six or seven years, it has rolled to more than 200 million. Usury, compound interest, it's terrible."

"Yo, Xiao Rong, have you had dinner yet?" Sister Zhang greeted Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye with a smile when she saw Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye coming down the stairs, "Are you sleeping comfortably on the new bed delivered today?"

The words were not clear, which caused several women nearby to stare at Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye closely, as if they were visiting some rare species, their gazes were undisguised.

Rong Zhao responded casually: "Very good." After speaking, he quickened his pace, took Zhou Ye's arm and walked outside the gate.

Walking out of the gate, Zhou Ye turned to look at Rong Zhao: "Do you not like being stared at by others like that?"

Rong Zhao nodded: "I'm used to being invisible, I don't like being too exposed."

Seeing that Rong Zhao didn't care about being misunderstood as gay, but just didn't like being seen, Zhou Ye recalculated the probability of breaking Rong Zhao in his heart, from the original 80% to 100%.

If you count your fingers, this man must bend.

"Be careful on the ground," Rong Zhao stepped over a piece of watermelon rind, and led Zhou Ye around the alley, "Why are you laughing secretly?"

As Zhou Ye walked forward, a pair of peach blossom eyes glowed softly in the moonlight: "It's nothing, I just think this kind of life is very good."

When he arrived at the supermarket, Rong Zhao pushed a shopping cart and went straight to the shelf selling bedding.

Zhou Ye took a box of pink love four-piece set: "How about this, isn't it very dreamy and very romantic."

Rong Zhao took a look: "You're a sissy, do you like it?"

Zhou Ye changed to a blue Transformers pattern and shook it in front of Rong Zhao's eyes: "This one, isn't it full of aggressiveness, it's especially suitable for me."

"You are not suitable for this." Rong Zhao took the four-piece suit from Zhou Ye's hand and put it in the shopping cart, "This suit is suitable for me, I will use it."

After speaking, he pushed the shopping cart and walked out of the bedding area.

Zhou Ye followed up: "Is this finished, then what should I use?"

Rong Zhao: "You use what I have used."

Zhou Ye was very satisfied with this arrangement, and couldn't be happier: "Then let's go, I'm a little sleepy now, and I want to go back to sleep early."

"Wait a little longer," Rong Zhao took a few steps forward, took the tableware and put it in the shopping cart, "If you don't buy tableware, what do you use for meals? You can't always use disposable ones, which are not environmentally friendly."

Rong Zhao pushed the shopping cart and continued to walk forward: "There are also slippers."

"Plastic and silicone are not acceptable. Even in summer, you have to step on a layer of cotton under your feet." Rong Zhao picked up a pair of cotton cloth and looked down at the ingredient list on it. "This is not cotton, it is polyester fiber. It doesn't absorb sweat and it's easy to breed bacteria."

These are all from my mother. He used to be too hot and liked to wear some slippers, or he didn't wear them at all. My mother always said something to him.

Zhou Ye followed Rong Zhao, watching him stand in front of the shelves carefully selecting items, and the ingredient list of each pair was not annoying at all, as if he had endless patience.

A four or five-year-old boy ran past, and his mother chased after him, scolding softly: "Don't run around, you ran into uncle, apologize to uncle."

The little boy raised his head, opened a pair of big dark eyes, and said in a childlike voice, "I'm sorry, uncle."

Rong Zhao squatted down, making his eyes level with the little boy, and said softly, "It's okay."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, there was no trace of vigilance or vigilance in his eyes, it was peaceful and gentle, like the spring wind blowing through the garden, leaving only the fragrance of flowers all over his clothes.

Zhou Ye pointed to the top row of slippers on the shelf: "I want that pair."

Rong Zhao raised his eyes and looked, stretching out his arms was enough, but he couldn't even stand on tiptoe.

He is 1.7 meters tall, oh no, he is 1.8 meters tall, so he can't reach it like this, there is definitely a problem with the design of the shelf.

A tall shadow loomed from behind, and Rong Zhao was wrapped in a big embrace.

He was sprayed with hot air, and his whole back was pressed against that person's body. His body froze immediately, and he pressed his elbow against Zhou Ye's chest, and said in a low voice, "You've crushed me."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Zhou Ye took the pair of slippers off the shelf and walked away from Rong Zhao, "the size is 46, just right."

Rong Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ye with displeasure: "Are you despising me for being short? Only you can reach it, and no one else can reach it."

Zhou Ye didn't expect Rong Zhao's focus to be so distorted: "No, my family's aura is two meters two."

Rong Zhao has always been brooding over the fact that he is shorter than Zhou Ye, he can almost blow up at the slightest sign of trouble, as sensitive as a rebellious adolescent child.

Zhou Ye thought of something, rolled his Adam's apple, and said at the risk of his life: "Actually, you can still wear high heels. If you wear high heels, you can be as tall as me. It's not like you don't have one."

You are going to die anyway, so why not have a mouthful before you die: "It looks great with your red dress."

Zhou Ye thought about it for a while, picked up such a Rong Rong by the waist and threw it on the bed, watching the other party blushing and struggling under him, the mattress hit the bed board, making a creaking sound...

Rong Zhao kicked Zhou Ye's calf and scolded him coldly: "How dare you laugh!"

From the time he came out of the supermarket to when he came home, Rong Zhao didn't respond to Zhou Ye, not because he was angry, but because he couldn't bear to lose his masculinity in front of Zhou Ye.

Back home, Rong Zhao threw a bunch of things on Zhou Ye's bed, turned around and took out a set of pajamas from the closet, locked the closet door, and took the key to the bathroom to take a shower.

Zhou Ye stood at the door of the bathroom: "Brother Rong."

Rong Zhao was taking off his clothes. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his muscles. He was relieved by Zhou Ye's call of Brother Rong, and his tone eased a lot: "What's the matter?"

Zhou Ye had already figured out Rong Zhao's temper, and he knew it was all right by hearing his voice: "It's all right, I just wanted to call you."

The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom, Zhou Ye walked to the bed, took out the slippers from the shopping bag, stepped on them for a try, cut off the tag and put them on directly.

The tableware was scalded with boiling water to sterilize it, and placed side by side with Rong Zhao's tableware.

The Transformers bed four-piece set was disassembled, unwashed and unusable.

Zhou Ye turned around and walked to Rong Zhao's bedside, and glanced in the direction of the bathroom, the sound of water continued.He lay on Rong Zhao's bed, rolled a few times on it, buried the tip of his nose in the quilt and took a few deep breaths.

The small secret joy rippled into a huge joy in the bottom of my heart.

Zhou Ye reluctantly got up from Rong Zhao's bed, he couldn't roll down any more, and if he rolled down again, it would be hard for him.

Even though Rong Zhao got off the bed in time and heard the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom, he was still shamefully hard.

After taking a shower, Rong Zhao pushed open the bathroom door, wiped his hair with a towel, and looked at Zhou Ye who was leaning against the window with a seemingly calm face: "I'm done, you go and wash."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, the beauty came out of the bath, her black eyes and black hair were covered with a hazy layer of water vapor, her whole body was full of seduction.

Zhou Ye moved his eyes away, took out two towels from the shopping bag, and said in an unnatural voice, "Then you go to bed first, I may have to wash for a while."

If he doesn't get it out, he won't be able to sleep well tonight.

Rong Zhao hummed, put away the towels, made the bed and lay down on it, and picked up the "Dream of Red Mansions" beside the bed: "I'll sleep after reading a few books."

Zhou Ye closed the bathroom door, leaned behind the door and exhaled heavily.

As soon as he took off his pants, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

Rong Zhao stood at the door of the bathroom: "Isn't it convenient for you to take a shower, I'll wipe it for you."

No matter what, Zhou Ye was injured because of him.It's not that he doesn't know good and bad, if it wasn't for Zhou Ye, that photo would have been reduced to ashes along with the house.

Zhou Ye looked down at himself, and said in a hoarse voice, "Some things are better for me to do by myself."

While speaking, Rong Zhao had already opened the bathroom door with the spare key: "Just twist a towel for you, and you should wipe it yourself."

Zhou Ye turned his back to Rong Zhao: "Today Ye Qian said that you would help me take a bath, but I still don't believe it."

Rong Zhao closed the shower curtain between the two of them, picked up a washbasin, washed a new towel, tested the water temperature, twisted it until it was half wet, and passed the towel in through the gap on the edge of the shower curtain.

Zhou Ye took off the clothes on his body, took the towel handed over by Rong Zhao, wiped it, and handed it out through the gap in the curtain.

Zhou Ye's figure was projected on the frosted white shower curtain, Rong Zhao glanced away.

He remembered that he used to swim with friends of the same sex, and everyone mixed in the pool shower, and never shy away from each other's body.

Zhou Ye wiped his body with a towel with Rong Zhao's body temperature, and the heat that had been suppressed surged up again, and even his breathing became a little heavier uncontrollably.