818 The actor who was raised by my milk

Fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited in the urban area, but it’s hard to come to the first day of the new year, the New Year’s new weather, everyone gathers together, always have something hot and fried to feel right, fried fish, fried shrimp, fried ribs, meat and vegetarian meatballs fried red and white All kinds of attractive yellow colors are piled up in the pot and steaming, and occasionally a bamboo pole will sneak out from the small window, picking up carp-like firecrackers, crackling, and exploding a festive red skin all over the place.

A few fat little sparrows are jumping around in the skin of the firecracker...

Chi Ming was awakened by the sound of firecrackers.

Consciousness is like a spider in the corner of the wall. As soon as a few threads are pulled out, it encounters problems that are rushing head-on. The thread is too thin to handle so many problems, so it falls to the ground with a clatter.

Chi Ming opened his eyes, he didn't know whether he was in the world, the underworld, or the Holy Land of the Feng clan. He tried to move his fingers, but he didn't know whether he was a living person or a wandering soul. Turning over and seeing Yan Jiu covered in red marks, he didn't know Knowing if I'm awake or in a dream...

But it doesn't matter, he leaned over first and pulled Yan Jiu into his arms.

There is a special smell in the warm breath, not the body odor of ordinary people mixed with the smell of shower gel, but a kind of... the smell of forest vegetation, and it is early in the morning, the air is extremely clear, and the sun has just shone into the forest , There is still a layer of water vapor floating on the low flowers and plants.

Chi Ming took a long breath, feeling that his breath was full of Yan Jiu, and then he heard the sound of firecrackers, and he really woke up. There was a familiar tree-shaped hanger standing beside the bed, and a ray of morning light shone through the window.

He was actually at home.

Was it Yan Jiu who sent him back?

Chi Ming gently rubbed Yan Jiu's hair, rubbed the tip of his nose, and kissed Yan Jiu's forehead.

Yan Jiu snorted, didn't wake up, curled up like a small animal and burrowed into Chi Ming's arms, then rubbed against his shoulder, opened his mouth, and subconsciously pecked him.

Because of this, the vague memory seemed to suddenly change from black and white text to a colorful holographic image, and every detail came alive. Those kisses and touches seemed to be ignited with long fuses, according to the traces left on the body. Memories, along the skin, burst out one after another scorching flames.

In the last scene in memory, he was hugging Yan Jiu and sinking into the Vientiane Spring together.

There is a thick layer of soft sand at the bottom of the pool. I don’t know what kind of material it is. It’s like a cushion. When people bump into it, they get stuck in it. With a little movement, countless fireflies will be splashed, like being surrounded by stars and the sea at the same time. The sense of nothingness like a dream, the sound, light and smell seemed to be filtered out by spring water, and the remaining sense of touch became extremely sharp. He could engrave every inch of Yan Jiu's skin into his heart according to the touch between his lips and teeth...

After thinking about it, he felt a little hot again, and it became hotter and hotter when he was hugged by Yan Jiutie, but he was not willing to let go of the person in his arms, so he could only kick the quilt away and let some cool air in. Cool yourself down.

Yan Jiu moved her body, raised her long eyelashes, looked at Chi Ming with sleepy eyes, hugged his neck and pulled herself up, put her forehead against his, and tried to find out that the temperature was normal, not like a fever, before returning to sleep. Withdrawing back, squinting his eyes to look at Chi Ming.

The winter sun was light and light, shining lightly into the fundus of eyes, Yan Jiu's eyes were not black, but cold purple as clear as glass, with lingering eyes, dimly reflecting Chi Ming's appearance.

Chi Ming kissed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered across his lips, and the subtle touch fell into his heart.

Yan Jiu raised the corners of his mouth, and returned a kiss to Chi Ming's eyes, followed by a light peck on the tip of his brow.

So Chi Ming returned it and added another one on the tip of his nose.

Again and again...

The light and shallow kiss changed in the exchange, chasing and tempting each other, like sinking deeper and deeper in quicksand.

While unbuttoning Chi Ming's clothes, Yan Jiu smiled and made a mouth-shape: beast.

Chi Ming remembered what he did to them last night, and seeing Yan Jiu's red marks all over his body and his obvious tiredness, he immediately agreed with his judgment, yes, he is indeed a beast.

It's fine if he's just a beast, but Yan Jiu is not afraid of death, as long as you want him, he dares to give it. The so-called helping the evildoer, knowing that he is speeding, he will not step on the brakes, but will give the gas pedal again.

After all, Chi Ming has been an old father for so long, so he can't let him do whatever he wants.

So the beast forced himself to move away from his thoughts, and the sound of firecrackers outside the window played a very good auxiliary role, barely blowing away the indescribable thoughts and letting his thoughts fall back to reality.

He asked solemnly, "What's the date today?"

"New Year's Day." Yan Jiu's voice was wrapped in a provocative hoarseness, like the fine sand in fruit juice.

Chi Ming once again felt that he bullied people too hard yesterday, and now he can't bully anyone anymore, but he didn't have much confidence in himself, so he held his hand, touched Yan Jiu's head, and kissed Yan Jiu quickly His forehead didn't dare to get tired anymore, he sat up and planned to get out of bed.

Yan Jiu grabbed his wrist and looked at him with slightly provocative eyes.

Chi Ming: "Don't make trouble...does it hurt?"

Yan Jiu: "It's okay."

"Then it still hurts." Chi Ming tried to separate Yan Jiu's fingers, but he held them tighter.

"Don't go."

"Don't go, I'll get you some water to drink."

"Don't drink." Yan Jiu still held on to Chi Ming's wrist, but he was really tortured yesterday, so he yawned and half-closed his eyes wearily.

Chi Ming had no choice but to pick up Yan Jiu and take them to the kitchen together.

He has been busy during this period, the kitchen at home has not been fired for several months, and there is no trace of smoke. Everything from the stove to the bar is like new. Fortunately, there is still stock in the locker, and he can dig out a few bottles of good honey. .

He put Yan Jiu on the small bar and sat down firmly, opened a bottle of pure water, washed a simple cup, added honey into it with a golden spoon, stirred it carefully, and finally tasted the sweetness by himself.

Yan Jiu was wearing Chi Ming's shirt, which was somewhat baggy, and the sleeves covered half of his hands. Chi Ming helped him roll up the sleeves before handing out the cup.

Yan Jiu: "Aren't you going to drink?"

Chi Ming: "You drink first."

"Then I feed you?"

"Don't make trouble, drink quickly, your voice is hoarse, why are you flirting?"

Yan Jiu bit the cup and drank the water, then hooked his fingers to Chi Ming, and as soon as Chi Ming got closer, he kissed him, with the fragrance of honey on his lips and teeth.

He hooked Chi Ming's neck and said in a low voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Chi Ming took back the glass and made himself a glass of water, "Who are you lying to?"

"Ah..." Yan Jiu stretched his waist, "What should I do? Boyfriend eats and wipes away..."

"It's useless." Chi Ming picked him up again, carried him back to the bedroom, and paused, "Anyway, today, no."

Before reaching the door of the bedroom, Chi Ming felt a lightness in his arms, lowered his head, and saw that Yan Jiu had shrunk a lot, only seven or eight years old, and the little one was hanging on his chest, covering his mouth and beating. yawn.

"I've given you a chance, don't wait until it expires."

Chi Ming: "..." Yan Jiu has become smaller, but it has been completely scaled. The shirt, which was only a little loose, can no longer be hung, revealing half of the shoulders and continuous hickey marks.

A pure and ignorant boy with an evil hickey... Is this trying to lure him in the direction of perversion? !

Chi Ming: "Can you change back?"

Small version of Yan Jiu: "Insufficient energy, enter power saving mode."

"..." Chi Ming wanted to cover him up, but couldn't free his hand, so he could only walk back to the bedroom quickly, stuff him back on the bed, and wrap him tightly with the quilt.

The small version of Yan Jiu propped his head sideways, "When you slept with me, didn't you ever think that I was still your 'son'?"

Chi Ming didn't know how to answer the words, and stuck to the bedside like a log, but Yan Jiu put it away when he saw it, and disappeared from the quilt with a "poof", and a little bird's head with a red face was revealed after a while.

Chi Ming breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you hungry?"

Shaking his head.

"Then sleep a little longer?"

She nodded and waved her little wings, "Accompany me."

So Chi Ming changed from sleeping with a beauty to sleeping with a parrot, his heart was immediately calm, and he regained the calmness and rationality that adults should have. Then he thought of a question, what is his situation now, Is it dead or alive?

Logically, he should be a ghost.

but……

It all feels so real.

The little parrot opened his eyes, met Chi Ming's gaze, and answered his question directly as if he could read his mind: "It was indeed dead at the time, and it is indeed fine now, and it is still alive..." He spoke very quickly. Slow, as if he might fall asleep at any time, "The heart soul is different from the other three souls, you just... imagine it as one, a box, crossing two realms, that is, going in and out of the box..."

"Okay," although Chi Ming didn't quite understand, but he knew that he was alive, "Stop talking, you sleep."

The little parrot hummed, felt Chi Ming's body temperature, and rubbed against him, huddled into a fur ball in the socket of his neck, and pecked lightly on the side of his neck, "I'm here...don't worry."

Chi Mingxin said, how can you make people feel at ease?Caressing the fur ball to coax him to sleep, just heard his breathing steady, but there were two "dongdong" sounds from the window.

Through the curtains, two black shadows, one big and one small, could be seen.

The author has something to say:

Happy Tanabata! ! !

Hey, it seems to have passed, wow...