The lame man at the dumpling shop

Most people were talking about the mountains with the TV on, and Yan Qingsheng couldn't help but be terrified, but Cheng Shui, the little bastard, was playing tricks on his body, and he didn't know what to ask.

"Brother, do you feel it?" "Brother, am I good?" "Brother likes me faster or slower?"

Brother is like this, brother is like that, if he doesn't answer, Cheng Shui will bury his chest and bite left and right.Those two little things seemed to have been discovered in 37 years. Cheng Shui felt crispy and numb when he kissed them. Sometimes he couldn't help crying out when he got anxious.

Yan Qingsheng has both love and fear for this project.Who doesn't love comfort?Even if he couldn't figure out what the appeal of his flat chest without a little flesh was, the pleasure coming from that unspeakable place was not fake.

Even when Cheng Shui couldn't see, he secretly tried to touch it himself.This feeling is very strange, as if the little girl next door who has always been disheartened has turned into a flower in Liudaoxiang overnight, no one will feel novelty.

But he always felt that something was missing when he touched it.

He and himself were both blushing, and it was as if they were soaked in boiling water. The little thing was hard, but Yan Qingsheng couldn't hide it from his own mind, what he was thinking, and why it became so strange, only he knew.

Cheng Shui was different, his tongue was as nimble as his hands, one tube up and one tube down, making Yan Qingsheng's toes curl up in comfort, and then suddenly let go with a suppressed gasp.Cheng Shui always likes to kiss his right leg carefully, like a fluffy feather.

Today, Cheng Shui was particularly fierce, and Yan Qingsheng always felt that he was trying to suppress an indescribable aura, a bit unwilling to admit defeat.

Cheng Shui pinched his waist like a hungry wolf with red eyes.

"Brother, do you like kids to fuck you like this?"

Also, still hold the grudge!

This question completely exceeded Yan Qingsheng's lower limit. He was so excited that his whole body was hot, and he didn't need to look to know that he must be flushed with embarrassment. He turned his head aside and opened his mouth to bite the pillow. The corners of his eyes were wet with whimpering.

The sheets were wrinkled in a mess, the quilt was thrown to the end of the bed, the pillow must be wet, the saliva was mixed with tears—maybe some other embarrassing things got on it when it was placed under the waist.

"Is it cold?" Cheng Shui asked suddenly.

He was lying naked on the bed, scorching hot with lust, and even slightly sweated on the back of his neck. Cheng Shui was similar to him, and when he bent down to get close, he could almost feel the heat with a familiar aura.

Yan Qingsheng shook his head.

"Then change the place."

He was picked up by Cheng Shui, with his arms hanging on Cheng Shui's shoulders, and his palms touched Cheng Shui's sweaty back.

Cheng Shui held his waist, "Grab it well."

The broken house was a little bigger than a palm, and Cheng Shui picked him up and put him down before taking two steps.He placed Yan Qingsheng on the low cabinet by the window, and had to carefully remove the tooth cup, and then wiped the water left at the bottom of the cup with his fingers.

While doing this, Yan Qingsheng's arm didn't move, but his fingertips revealed his uneasiness, poking tremblingly on his back.

The restless fingers hooked Cheng Shui and rushed up.

Cheng Shui endured restlessness and kissed him on the cheek comfortingly, Yan Qingsheng blinked, his eyelids trembled, and closed his eyes uncertainly.

It was actually a bit coquettish.

Cheng Shui took a deep breath, grabbed some clothes and stuffed him behind him, pressed him against the wall and kissed him desperately, he really became a lawless naughty boy, plundering all the air in his mouth unreasonably No.

Yan Qingsheng was so out of breath by his kiss, his breathing was not steady, and when he was nervous, he became a mess.He struggled to turn his head, and opened his eyes, facing the back of the room outside the window that he was always on.

Cannon boxes and cannon paper were scattered all over the ground, and the moonlight was dim. It was still the scene before they left, but Yan Qingsheng felt that something was different.He was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly shouted: "It's snowing?!"

Subconsciously, Cheng Shui also looked out the window—oh, no!

In a soft and gray night, there are shining snowflakes like jade flakes.

Snowflakes are as clean as newborns, and even a dilapidated place like Liudaoxiang seems to have been purified, tainted with a little bit of rare immortality.

There was little snow in Gucheng, Yan Qingsheng was fascinated by watching it for a while, Cheng Shui paused for a few seconds, and helped him gather his clothes on the partition wall behind him.

Yan Qingsheng pursed his lips.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the distance, "Bang!"

Brilliant fireworks bloomed above the sky, radiant and colorful, changing myriads.

Both of them were awake.

"Crackling crackling..."

With the unrestrained play and cheers of the children, the whole alley exploded.

Cheng Shui laughed and said in a low voice, "It's midnight, happy new year."

"Happy New Year." Yan Qingsheng looked at him for a while, and didn't know which string was touched. He just thought that this person was more attractive, and when he smiled, even the snowflakes and fireworks lost their interest.

He kicked it lightly, "Ah Shui, I'm a little cold."

At the beginning of the new year, Yan Qingsheng took Cheng Shui to rest at home for a day, playing with flowers and plants and talking, and sometimes the topic was interrupted for no reason without embarrassment.

On the second day, Cheng Shui couldn't sit still, "Brother, do you want to go shopping?"

Half an hour later, Cheng Shui drove his brother, and under the watchful eyes of the neighbors, Qi Yu rode out of Liudao Lane and headed straight for the city center.

"Ah Shui," Yan Qingsheng looked back at the entrance of the alley, and asked a question for some reason, "Do you think the alley will know?"

Cheng Shui pedaled vigorously, exuding a warm breath all over his body. He was afraid that Yan Qingsheng would not be able to hear his answer clearly, so he deliberately raised his voice: "Is it important?"

Yan Qingsheng thought for a while and said, "Generally, I just want to chat with you."

Cheng Shui said: "Let me tell you something too, the Zhao family and the Wu family in our alley are getting together."

Yan Qingsheng groaned, but he didn't respond, and he didn't know what to say, so he was confused.

After a few seconds, he suddenly realized: "Where did the surname Zhao come from in our alley?"

Cheng Shui just laughed.

Yan Qingsheng pinched his waist, suddenly realized: "Yes."

Last time the two of them took the wrong way to Hulushan, and this time it was the New Year, Yan Qingsheng saw so many people on the street for the first time, even Cheng Shui had to slow down, and when he was approaching the square, he was already It was difficult to move an inch, so he had to get out of the car and push Yan Qingsheng forward.

"There are so many people."

This place and Liudaoxiang are almost two worlds, and it is very different from Calabash Mountain. This place is so dizzying for him, it is so new that he can hardly see it.

When he looked around, Cheng Shui was also looking at him.

A man who was nearly forty, when he saw these things he was used to, he had an expression on his face like a young man who hadn't experienced much in the world, which reminded Cheng Shui of his wet eyes from last night.

Yan Qingsheng was holding Cheng Shui's clothes, but when Cheng Shui got out of the car, he grabbed the seat with his hands. He just looked around with his head held high, and he didn't realize that someone touched the back of his hand.

Cheng Shui shook his head amusedly.

He quietly freed up a hand, taking advantage of the crowd, and started teasing that stupid hand recklessly.

Yan Qingsheng was so startled that all five fingers retracted in an instant, and Cheng Shui let out a snort, laughing very happily.He asked knowingly, "What's the matter, brother?"

Yan Qingsheng didn't answer him. There are many small vendors in the square, all kinds of brightly colored toys are hanging on their bodies to attract children.In addition, there was a short old lady with a bundle of cartoon hydrogen balloons tied to her hands. Seeing Yan Qingsheng look over, she grinned and raised her wrist tremblingly.

Cheng Shui also noticed, and without waiting for Yan Qingsheng to speak, he slowly approached the car.

"Five yuan." The old lady squinted her eyes, then shook her arms, and the balloon floated crookedly.

Cheng Shui reached into his pocket.

"Ah Shui," Yan Qingsheng called him anxiously from behind, "It's too expensive."

Cheng Shui pulled it out again, and smiled at the old lady: "My wife thinks it's expensive, forget it."

His voice was not loud, and his back was turned, Yan Qingsheng couldn't hear clearly.

The old lady probably had bad eyesight, and she didn't seem surprised when she heard this. She looked at Yan Qingsheng a few times, opened her shriveled mouth, and flicked her fingers in the air.

Cheng Shui whispered something to her, and the old lady kept whispering, and started to untie the rope with one hand. Cheng Shui took three coins from her pocket, and took her a balloon in the shape of a heart.

The bicycle passed through the square directly, Cheng Shui leaned the bicycle to the side of the road, "Come on, left hand."

This is the only kind of balloon that doesn’t look like a child’s. The red balloon has red strings, and it’s printed with crowded roses. It’s probably not easy to sell. Cheng Shui’s eyes are sharp, and you can even see that some places have been rubbed off. Colored.

But this is not important.

Cheng Shui carefully tied the string to Yan Qingsheng's left ring finger, he didn't say anything, and Yan Qingsheng didn't say anything either.

However, the two blushed unspokenly.

They lowered their heads, as if hoping to see the flowers on the red line, so close that their heads could touch each other, like two small balloons touching each other.

Above them, a love red balloon that knows nothing and stays out of it is floating leisurely.

A few days off are fleeting.

On the last night before the end of the holiday, Cheng Shui was tossing in bed.Tomorrow he had to go to work, so he definitely couldn't do it, and he didn't have to do it every day, but he always felt uncomfortable without saying anything.

Cheng Shui stared at the dark ceiling - the next time both of them rested, they would have to wait half a month, and the next time, it would take a whole month.