The lame man at the dumpling shop

It's a pity that the car will return to its normal appearance tomorrow - he hasn't had time to take a look at it yet!

He looked behind the house, Cheng Shui said with a smile: "What are you looking at, the car can't run."

"That's different..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was pulled into the room by Cheng Shui.Cheng Shui reached out to press the light, and cut him off, "This is the difference."

First is the lighting.

Cheng Shui replaced a new light bulb, the kind that can illuminate the room brighter than in the daytime, but now he covered it with the red crepe paper, like a simple lampshade, so the room was filled with a light red atmosphere, and the light cord In a flash, light and shadow rippled on the ground, carrying an ambiguity that evokes people's daydreams.

Cheng Shui pushed Yan Qingsheng, who was a little startled, forward. On the windows, on the wall, and on the head of the bed, there were big and small red happy characters, reflecting Yan Qingsheng's eyes.

This method of sticking together into pieces seems a bit silly, Yan Qingsheng just watched and thought, how Cheng Shui could not wait to paste these happy characters side by side all over the wall, regardless of whether the pattern fits well or not. If it's suitable, it's like holding his sincerity, taking it all out at once, and showing him clearly.

The heart was so soft that it was pounding, pounding, and chaotic in the chest cavity.

What's more, the table was also covered with a red wedding cloth like a car mat, and the big redness burned from the bottom of his eyes to his heart. Gao Sheng, the shredded gold paper and the red paper were spread together, and he looked at the bed again, the red was finally no longer stained on the spread out bed, and there were many small colorful fruit candies sprinkled on it, shining like stars.

"Red dates, peanuts, longan and melon seeds," Cheng Shui counted with his fingers, "I didn't put any of these four, it's not in line with our family's rules."

Yan Qingsheng was amused by his little thought, picked up a candy from the bed, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, "Sweet." Cheng Shui couldn't help kissing him, poking his tongue around in his mouth, hooking After leaving the candy, he didn't eat it seriously, and it got stuck between their lips and teeth, and was bitten into two by Yan Qingsheng, and then they separated.

Cheng Shui chewed it up, and his expression was still a little unfinished.

Yan Qingsheng had already gone to look at the dishes on the table, and it was difficult for Cheng Shui to find such plates: "This dish..."

He wanted to say that it was too much. There were only two of them. These dishes could last for a long time. He also wanted to ask how much it cost. Not to mention anything else, the meat dishes alone were worth a month's food expenses. up.

Cheng Shui also thought he would ask.He stood behind Brother Sheng, rubbing his thumb back and forth against his index finger, waiting for Yan Qingsheng to continue.

Yan Qingsheng said, "This dish is really delicious. Ah Shui, I'm hungry, shall we have dinner?"

The wedding banquet started in such a muddle-headed way. According to the rules, at least two people should worship first, but who has the experience of two men getting married?Not to mention experience, Yan Qingsheng probably never even thought about getting married.

They pick and choose the rules of the outside world, let in the ones they like, and shut out all the ones they don't like. When people get married, they have to care about looking decent to outsiders. It is also common to laugh so hard that you can't tell the truth from the fake.They didn't have a single outsider here, they ate whatever they wanted, laughed whenever they wanted to, leaned on their side when they were tired, and said some private words that only the two of them could listen to.

It was a long time before Cheng Shui suddenly slapped his head: "Bring a glass of wine!"

He fetched a glass, poured only half of it for Yan Qingsheng, worried that he might not be used to drinking it, so he filled it up himself, and repeatedly said: "It's just a formality, just touching your lips is enough."

Yan Qingsheng picked it up, his arms dangling, and his face was a little red: "You're so delicate."

Cheng Shui took the initiative to hold his hand, and when he looked back, the glass in his hand was already empty.Yan Qingsheng imitated him, baijiu was spicy, and it was the first time he wanted to drink it seriously, and he was about to choke up tears, Cheng Shui rushed to pour water for him: "Blame me, I should give you tea instead of wine."

Yan Qingsheng coughed for a while, drank a couple of sips of water, and felt better, but his eyes were still red and his nasal voice was still there: "No, we agreed to have a drink."

Cheng Shui asked him to put down the cup and eat some food to rest his stomach.

"I'm full," Yan Qingsheng put down his chopsticks, looking seriously regretful, "Ah Shui's cooking is very delicious, but I can't eat it anymore."

Cheng Shui didn't care: "If you can't eat, you don't eat. If you eat too much at night, it's not easy to digest."

Yan Qingsheng hummed obediently.

He himself could feel that something was wrong, a little drifting, but only a little bit, as if he just blinked and the feeling disappeared.

Cheng Shui casually put away the bowls and chopsticks, dragged him to the bed, and said, "Brother, let me show you our marriage certificate."

I don't know what Cheng Shui did, the bed was softer than usual tonight, Yan Qingsheng couldn't help but want to lie down after sitting for a few seconds.

Cheng Shui took out the wooden box and red book from under the pillow and placed it on the quilt. Yan Qingsheng straightened up all of a sudden, picked it up and looked through it in surprise and joy.

"Like it?"

Yan Qingsheng smiled with his eyes bent: "I like it."

Cheng Shui's heart itch from his laughter, he squeezed his palm: "Who likes it?"

Yan Qingsheng still held the book and did not let go: "This leather is comfortable, brother likes it."

He called Cheng Shui what he liked to call himself when they were making out, and Cheng Shui realized something was wrong. How could his biological brother be so coquettish?

Could it be... because of drinking.

He swallowed, "What does brother like?"

Yan Qingsheng was not drunk and stupid, he was even ashamed, he pursed his lips, stopped looking at him and said: "I like my brother, my brother likes Ah Shui the most."

Cheng Shui grabbed his shoulder and kissed him violently.

"Brother, I also bought this." He pushed the tube into Yan Qingsheng's palm while he was being intimate. "After washing, we will have a wedding."

Yan Qingsheng held it for two seconds, realized what it was, subconsciously let go of it, and couldn't bear curiosity, picked it up and looked back and forth with a flushed face.When Cheng Shui came back from washing, he even unscrewed the smell, not noticing that Cheng Shui quietly took out another one.

When he came over after washing himself, something was suddenly covered on his head.

Cheng Shui grabbed the hand he was touching and rubbed against his ear through the red flannelette. The temperature became higher and higher, but his voice was soft and low: "Don't move, my good brother, I have to take off the red hijab."

As soon as he made a sound, the people under the hijab fell silent.

Cheng Shui pinched his wrist and put it down, put it on his leg and put it on his leg, like a heavy stone covered with glue, stuck firmly in place.

"Ah Shui," Yan Qingsheng's voice came from inside the red velvet cloth, and when he spoke, the heat was on the cloth, reminiscent of the white mist on the glass in winter, "I have never been married."

Cheng Shui laughed: "Me too."

He knew what Yan Qingsheng wanted to say, so he didn't give him a chance to speak again. He held his face and pressed his lips lightly with his fingertips. The short fluff on the flannel became a little messy under his manipulation. , leaving dark marks on the originally smooth and bright cloth.

"Don't talk, leave it to me."

He knew that Yan Qingsheng's breathing became heavier again, so he slowly approached, and the distance between the two shortened little by little. Yan Qingsheng seemed to see through the red hijab, and a second before Cheng Shui posted it, his Adam's apple tightened nervously. next move.

Cheng Shui kissed his brow bone, "Close your eyes."

His movements were extremely slow, and his kisses were also light and fluffy. Yan Qingsheng was too nervous, like a porcelain vase with half protruding from the edge of the table, even if there was a gust of wind, he was afraid it would be broken.

At the same time, Yan Qingsheng quietly joined his legs, Cheng Shui's legs were still sandwiched between them, and he carefully rubbed them back and forth a few times.After all, he was not sober on weekdays, so he was nervous at this moment, and it was true that he was a little bit bolder. He just pretended that Cheng Shui hadn't noticed, and stretched out his index finger, poking it through the trousers leg with a lot of interest.

Cheng Shui's hand on the back of his head patted lightly as a warning. Yan Qingsheng thought he didn't like it, so he didn't move, but he seemed to hear Cheng Shui laughing, so he wasn't sure what Cheng Shui's attitude was.

So he poked again.

Cheng Shui's full patience was used up at this moment, he kissed Yan Qingsheng's cheek and the tip of his nose, touching it with almost no lust, and after a while, he pressed his lips conservatively.

After a few times, he pulled back a distance of more than a span, lowered his eyes, and said in a voice that can only be heard when he is so close:

"Brother, don't make trouble, kiss me."

Yan Qingsheng only paused for a second, then moved forward as he said.He kept his hands as they were, but his whole body leaned forward, and was suddenly embraced by Cheng Shui.

Yan Qingsheng's thin shoulders made his chest ache, but he didn't care, and he deliberately emphasized that he increased his strength, almost trying to embed Yan Qingsheng's small body into his arms.

"Brother is so good," Cheng Shui said with a smile. He picked up a corner of the red hijab, and before the person under the hijab could react, he lowered his head, and finally had a skin-to-skin kiss with his beloved brother.Yan Qingsheng's skin is a bit rough when rubbed against, but it doesn't make people uncomfortable, maybe because of his age, even if he has a thin and narrow face, it is soft to the touch.

The red hijab was big enough for the two of them to rub their ears together. Cheng Shui, like a ferocious beast, gnawed on the tip of his nose pretending to be ferocious.

He also drank wine, with a faint smell of alcohol. When the tip of his tongue pried Yan Qingsheng's lips open, Yan Qingsheng's tongue seemed to taste the familiar aroma of wine.

Cheng Shui made him intoxicated by Cheng Shui's drunkenness.

Obviously the breath is entangled together, like a pot of syrup just out of the oven, sticky and sweet, it doesn't distinguish between you and me, and it looks calm from the outside of the red hijab, as if they are simply staying under an ordinary red cloth.

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