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The wine Zhang Jin drank fermented into bad water.

He wandered around the street with a stomach full of ding-dong-sounding water, and then slipped into an unremarkable shop.

The store is on the first floor of an old-fashioned residential building, with miscellaneous advertisements and posters pasted on the brick walls, and the owner sprayed the word "pharmacy" with red spray paint.

Sitting at the cash register was a little boy who looked no more than ten years old. He was holding a bowl of boxed lunch in his hand. He watched TV for a while and took a bite of food. When he saw someone coming in, his dark eyes caught up with him.

Zhang Jin didn't take off his hat, put his hands in his pockets, and walked in without looking sideways. The little boy looked straight at him. He didn't feel like a good person, so he paid extra attention.He first glanced at the drawer in the middle of the table to confirm that it was locked, then touched his pocket to make sure that the phone and keys were in the pocket, finally he lifted his foot, re-tied the shoelaces, and tightened them tightly. Only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief, feeling much more at ease.

His eyes returned to Zhang Jin from the shoelaces.

His small pharmacy is the same outside and inside, the shelves are as gray as the signboards, there are three shelves in total, the little boy watched the man in black from the beginning to the end, row after row without blinking, with his hands stuck all the time. In his pocket, he didn't take any medicine.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the black clothes from the end to the end again, as before, as if doing research, he looked at each row of shelves carefully.

At this time, the little boy began to wonder: what is he looking for?

The little boy glanced at the black clothes one after another, trying to convince himself that the hand in the pocket of the black clothes was holding air instead of a knife, and then he hesitated and said, "What are you looking for? ?”

Zhang Jin was feeling depressed, and said to himself, could it be that there is no such thing as a broken place?

As a result, he was stopped by a child. He looked at the cash register, and the child happened to be looking at him.

"Then what... you have here..." Zhang Jin was full of dark thoughts, suddenly being stared at like this, his body was a little stiff, the word was stuck in his throat like a thorn, and he couldn't utter it for a long time.

The little boy swallowed his saliva, pretended to be a seasoned and cunning boy, and imitated his father's tone unfamiliarly: "Don't look at me as small, the little sparrow still has all the internal organs, I have everything here, what do you want to buy? What? Tell me, and I'll find it for you."

Zhang Jin looked at the child in front of him hesitantly: "You?"

The little boy was irritated by his contempt and forgot what it means to be afraid. He took a picture of the cashier and said loudly: "What did you say you want! I can't find me or your surname!"

The little boy's posture is quite bluffing.Zhang Jin thought to himself that after passing this village, there would be no such shop, so he decided to go all out: "Do you have a trick here?"

"Contours?" The little boy blinked, opened the left drawer casually, grabbed a few boxes and put them on the table, "Hey, I thought you were looking for something, walking around like a thief... look Take your pick, which one do you want?"

He was completely relieved, picked up the lunch box on the table again, and picked it up.

... This kid knows quite a lot.Zhang Jin was in a complicated mood, so he quickly picked out a box and said, "Check out."

With rice in his mouth, the little boy asked vaguely with a puffy face, "Why did you buy this? Is it also for blowing up balloons?"

Zhang Jin: "...you know what a fart."

Zhang Jin walked all the way back with the crime tool and his heart beating fast and slow, his steps were a little fluttering.

He began to think about what to do after returning home.

Because of that bastard Li Chengxiang, Zhang Jin kept many unreasonable thoughts firmly in his mind, and never dared to put them into action.However, he is at an impulsive age, with more recklessness than restraint. The confused imagination of the spring and the long-dormant evil thoughts burn him like fire.

Just a gust of wind.

Although Cheng Kuang said that he would cooperate with him when they first started dating, but the two of them had no idea how far they could cooperate.What if Cheng Kuang refuses to agree?

Zhang Jin stepped on the white snow and walked home while tapping his abacus. Zai Maoer noticed from a long distance that Zai Xin ran out to meet him, leaving a series of footprints on the ground.At the end of the footprints, Zhang Jin saw Cheng Kuang.

For a moment, Zhang Jin had no hesitation at all, and a sentence exploded in his mind like a firecracker: Fuck it, let's do it first, if Cheng Kuang doesn't want to, at worst, he bought a box of balloons!

Cheng Kuang saw Zhang Jin approaching him aggressively, and then aggressively took out a newly bought lollipop from his pocket, and said in a bad tone, "Here you are, Cheng Shiba!"

Cheng Kuang took it and replied, "Thank you, Chapter Seventeen."

"There are no outsiders now, Kuang'er, let's settle the score with your brother Pao?" Zhang Shiqi first saluted before serving, and immediately raised his hand after the candy was delivered.

Before he finished speaking, he approached, grabbed Cheng Kuang's neckline, and pulled him towards him.

"You want to fight?"

After Cheng Kuang asked, he saw Zhang Jin's Adam's apple rolled clearly: "I haven't had a fight with you on the bed yet, don't say I bullied you later... dare you come Cheng Shiba?"

This thing has bad intentions, deliberately provoke him with words, and points him to fall into the pit. Once he agrees, the situation will get out of control.Cheng Kuang had never encountered such a difficult problem before, his always methodical mind went blank like snow for a moment, and his heartbeat suddenly became violent.

At this time, Cheng Kuang's shoulder was pressed, and Zhang Jin's voice was close to his lips, with the youthful and enthusiastic tone unique to teenagers, rubbing Cheng Kuang's ears like sandpaper.

He said, "I want to be with you."

Cheng Kuang's chest suddenly choked.

The wine that I drank in the hot pot before seemed to take effect only now, steaming at Cheng Kuang's temples, but the northwest wind howled wantonly, hitting the face like cold iron.Between the cold and the heat, he felt an uncontrollable commotion in his chest, followed by something crashing.

I admit it.

Cheng Kuang closed his eyes and thought not so clearly: Then try it.

His throat quivered, and three words rolled out almost inaudibly: "Brother Pao."

The final sound of the last word was lost between his lips and teeth, Zhang Jin bumped into him, and Cheng Kuang's back hit the cold brick wall heavily.The small ice ridges on the eaves are continuously dripping snow water, and the wet wall ash and moss have stained a lot of clothes, but no one has time to take care of them when they are emotional.

When the iron door was kicked open, there was a "bang-dang" sound, and the lingering sound of creaking and creaking made trembling, which frightened Miscellaneous Maoer. It chased after it with watery eyes, only seeing its master's The corner of the clothes slid in through the crack of the door, followed by the sound of heavy and rapid breathing overlapping and leaking out of the crack.

Miscellaneous Maoer pricked up his ears vigilantly, ran to the door and looked around while tentatively "owing" several times, but got no response.It anxiously leaned against the door and sniffed around again, snorting and arching the door for a long time, but couldn't enter the house no matter what, in desperation, it had no choice but to go back to the kennel in desperation.

At this time, in the heated cabin, the bed board creaked violently.Cheng Kuang was half lying on the bed with his back against the wall, Zhang Jin squeezed his knees between his legs, and supported the wall with one hand.

They faced each other and panted for a while, the cold wind was blowing outside, but it was warm inside.There was a thin layer of sweat on Zhang Jin's forehead, he wiped it with the back of his hand, and asked Cheng Kuang, "Are you hot?"

Cheng Kuang looked at him and said "hmm".

Zhang Jin wanted to turn off the heating, but he couldn't find the remote control in a hurry. He didn't want to look for it anymore, so he said to Cheng Kuang, "How about going to your place?"

After saying this, for some reason, Zhang Jin immediately became hotter as if he had taken medicine.

From his house to the second floor, there are two flights of stairs in total. For the first time, Zhang Jin thought it was too long, and wished he could reach the sky in one step.

Cheng Kuang unscrewed the door lock, and before the door was closed, Zhang Jin came up, calling "Kuang'er" one after another, like a cat in spring.

The room with the doors and windows closed was in darkness. In the darkness, Zhang Jin took off his clothes.

The buttons of the down jacket flicked open in his hand, one by one, smashing the remaining sanity to pieces. He zipped the zipper with a "swish", and took off the jacket again and again, leaving only the naked skin and back Flamboyant tattoos.

Then he took out the tools of crime from his pocket.

When Zhang Jin flung the clothes aside, the force of the clothes lifted the curtains a little. In the brief light, he saw Cheng Kuang take off the scarf, bite the corner with his teeth, wrap it around his hand, and then He tied his hands together in a knot.

"Kuang'er, you..." Zhang Jin was stunned for a moment, and an adult word suddenly popped up in Zha Zha's mind—could it be a bundle...

Cheng Kuang noticed his gaze, looked at him and said, "I'm afraid I will beat you."

There are not many words in this sentence, but everything is silent.Zhang Jin's heart was pulled hard, he leaned down and bit Cheng Kuang's shoulder, grabbed his wrist and untied the tied scarf.

Cheng Kuang's body froze for a moment, and Zhang Jin said, "Don't be afraid, you can't beat me."

He knew what Cheng Kuang was afraid of, but he was not afraid. Not only was he not afraid, but he also dragged the current Cheng Kuang out of the abandoned factory when he was 12 years old.

"Kuang'er, I just want you to accept me, accept me completely, body and mind, and be the only one, no one else will do."

Cheng Kuang curled his fingers holding the scarf, and then slowly let go.

"You're the one who hired me, Kuang'er, even if you're not satisfied, I won't return the product," Zhang Jin emptied his heart, and soon revealed his true color as a hooligan. He pulled off his pants, licked his teeth and said, " Wait, I will use a small cannon to clean you up today!"

The northwest wind made the windows tremble, but the room was extremely hot, as if it would boil in a second.On Zhang Jin's sweaty back, the tattoo was rising and falling with the shoulder blades, and it was about to fly.

The entrenched eagle had sharp eyes, and an arrowhead-like feather fell from its huge wings.

Zhang Jin was once tormented by this thought and was distraught, only now did he taste the sweetness.

Oh I see.

Just like a cow drinking a large ladle of strong wine, its lips and tongue are pungent, its throat is hot, and its limbs are soft. In the world, the most sober thing is the drunk heart in the chest. It just so happens that it is also the craziest.

Zhang Jin would never forget this feeling of being possessed for a long time.

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Outline(?) of this chapter:

Find a way to fuck him...→Fire! ! →As long as you work hard, the iron pestle can be ground into embroidery needles!

(To sum up, the soul of this salted fish is spotless, as clear as crystal//////)