The Metamorphosis of Fanggoudan

Cheng Yi has been looking forward to Duan Fang's adulthood for a long time.Like a worrying old father, he always thinks about Duanfang's nutritional balance and mental health, for fear that if he doesn't pay attention to the cabbage at home, it will grow crooked or be picked by others.

This mental state of perennial worry brought him some side effects, so that when Duanfang was still tender, he was already more mature than golden wheat ears, full inside and golden in color.

This night, Cheng Yi had long ago replaced all the pillows and quilts in the bedroom with new ones. The previous three-piece sea-blue suits were replaced with warm ones. Brightness for the most relaxing.

There is a unique red wine rack on the small solid wood table, which contains an unopened bottle of attractive red wine.On both sides of the small table is a Riedel crystal red wine glass, the perfect glass body is enough to release the good taste of the red wine itself.

Picking up a red wine glass, Cheng Yi leaned his shoulders half against the wall, raised his head and squinted his eyes to feel the carefully prepared atmosphere, quite satisfied.

"The music is missing now." According to the description in the Dahe Harmony fanfiction on the theme, when Duan Fang came over, he would immediately put the vinyl record into the needle gramophone and start playing it.Although he feels that this step can be replaced by CD, because the hearing sensitivity of most people does not exceed the CD standard.

But let alone, when the retro-feeling pin gramophone is paired with a vinyl record, it seems that there is a kind of tenderness invisibly.As if given a special meaning by that invisible sense of age, every move becomes precious.

Cheng Yi leaned against the wall, and the gentle light shone into his eyes, adding warmth to him.

While waiting for Duanfang, his thoughts slowly drifted back to the mountain he met at the beginning, the blue sky, the refreshing mountain breeze... and the person he hated but fell in love with.

As soon as Duan Fang entered the door, he saw Cheng Yi smiling at him.The smile seemed a little different from usual, maybe it was because of the lighting effect, but Duan Fang felt that Cheng Yi in this appearance seemed extraordinarily handsome.

The warm lighting outlined the overly handsome facial features more deeply, and even the usually sharp eyebrows and eyes added a touch of affection for no reason.

"You came."

His voice was deep and intoxicating, even more intoxicating than the love songs played on the vinyl records nearby, Duan Fang's heart beat faster when he heard it.

Xiaoyuan, who had chatted with Duanfang all the way, hadn't left yet. After seeing Cheng Yi's appearance, she just wanted to complain.

'Is the big devil's head sick?He still wears a suit at home.But the amplitude of this vinyl record is really fun. '

Obviously Xiaoyuan's voice was in his head, but Duanfang couldn't hear anything clearly.He was like a sailor seduced by a sea monster, only one voice remained in his mind.

"Brother Cheng has such a nice smile, he should smile more usually. ' he couldn't help it.

'Make him laugh more?Xiao Fang, are you dreaming?Don't you think it's scary to think of this picture? ' Madoka retorted.

'But it's really handsome. 'He is so handsome that he wants to make the same robot for Cheng Yi.

Of course, he was only suddenly inspired to help, rather than really want to do it.

For some reason, Duan Fang urged Madoka to leave first.

Cheng Yi leaned against the wall posing coolly and waited for a long time, but Duan Fang approached. The suit on his body was almost creased, and the boy was still standing at the door in a daze.

There is no way, if the mountain does not come, he will be left. He can only take the initiative to go to the mountain.

Cheng Yi straightened his collar, walked in front of Duan Fang very handsomely, leaned into Duan Fang's ear seemingly elegantly but presumptuously, and asked softly, "Are you thinking of me?"

Such pompous words were certainly not his original creation.While Cheng Yi thanked the wife of a certain fan writer in his heart, he was preparing to see the aftermath. If Duan Fang was really pushed to the point of weakness, he would vote for his wife a deep-water torpedo king tomorrow.

The temperature of Duan Fang's ears began to rise sharply.It starts with the earlobe, slowly reaches the pinna, and finally spreads to the tip of the ear. The whole ear looks like it has been smudged from bottom to top with a paintbrush, revealing an ambiguous and charming pink.

Cheng Yi rolled his eyes, and when he was about to make persistent efforts, he heard Duan Fang say something in a very low voice.

It was so low that he couldn't hear it.

"Huh? What did you say?" Cheng Yi turned his head to look at Duan Fang.

Duanfang's cheeks were flushed, his eyes blinked quickly, and his lips whispered, "I said, Brother Cheng, you are so handsome." After speaking, he immediately turned his head, pretending that he was not shy.

Cheng Yi pretended not to hear it, and deliberately moved his ear closer.

Duanfang's cheeks turned even redder, like a ripe peach, making people want to bite into it.Cheng Yi's eyes darkened, and a dangerous dark color flashed across.

"You spoke too fast just now, I didn't hear you clearly."

Duanfang's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly raised his head.

Cheng Yi was waiting happily for a word of love, but a hand grabbed his neck and pulled him forward. In his mind, his lips were already warm.

The vinyl record is spinning slowly, and the ambiguous songs are getting more and more provocative,

Jet'aimeJet'aime

oh, ouijet'aime!

moinonplus

oh, monamour...

commel avagueirrésolue

jevaisetjevaisetjeviens

entretesreins

jevaisetjeviens (Note)

……

It was like a wave hitting an island, coming and going, the two of them had no time to think about lights and wine glasses, the soft bed was like a boat being beaten by fierce waves, bumping and shaking with the rhythm of the waves.

The reserved captain finally took off his useless suit jacket. His young body was full of temptation, and the lines between his waist and abdomen were like sculptures, as if he possessed the power to control the wind and waves. For no reason, the sailors began to worry about their small boat. Can you make it through tonight?

After the young sailor was stripped of his coat, his skin looked extraordinarily tender, as if he had never experienced a storm, as if a slight pinch would leave a red mark.

Naturally, the captain was reluctant to pinch his beloved sailor, but he was afraid that the wind and waves would make the sailor dizzy, so he had to ignite the young body with his mouth.

The fingertips slid across the slender neck, and the sailor was so stimulated that he tilted his head back. The fragile Adam's apple was exposed to the ambiguous light, making it a mess of sexiness.The captain's breathing became heavier, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He eagerly kissed the sailor's Adam's apple, and his fingertips jumped from the sailor's chest to his waist and belly like flames.

A song has come to an end, but the voices belonging to the souls of the two people are remembered in the room. The seagulls are wet with sea water, but they rush to the blue sky freely and recklessly. The bodies of the captain and the sailor are covered with sweat, but still Desperately hitting the waves.

Wave after wave, the captain and the drenched sailors finally steered the boat to the gentle harbor together.

"Have you heard now, I said you are handsome."

……

The sun is like sand, shining down gently.

A fat bird that got up early jumped onto the window sill, and its black bean-like eyes looked curiously at the human room.

It was already dawn, but the floor lamp was still on, a pair of trousers were placed in a mess by the chair beside the bed, and there were one or two pieces of clothing on the floor, which looked as if they had been thrown over casually.

The finished vinyl record was not put away carefully, it was just placed there so casually to collect dust, as if it had lost the favor of the owner, and was put aside after use.

The red wine and goblets on the small solid wood table are worse than vinyl records. I thought they would be the protagonists of the dark night, but they were completely ignored by the two hosts.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, the fat bird twisted its invisible neck and jumped onto the small wooden table.The front of the table is facing the only big bed in the bedroom. The two people on the bed are intertwined, and the skin exposed outside the quilt looks like it has been pecked by a bird, especially the whiter one. Red, purple and purple, as if being bullied miserably.

The fat bird rolled its small black eyes, and stared curiously at the lighter man for a while, wondering what kind of bird he was pecked at, but most of his body was hugged by another man domineeringly. I can't see clearly at all.

The fat bird flapped its wings and flew away, and the sun began to dry its ass.

Duan Fang opened his eyes with some discomfort, and wanted to stretch, but found that his whole body was sore, especially the area below the waist, and he wished that it didn't belong to him.

Fortunately, there is someone to help him massage.

Cheng Yi's dry and warm fingers landed on his lower back, slowly kneading them round and round. I don't know where he pressed them. Duan Fang trembled and almost cried out, sore and The feeling of numbness was even more exciting than eating Malatang, and the little bit of strength he had just built up was exhausted.

Perhaps after the intimate contact last night, the kidney fire disappeared, and Cheng Yi's complexion looked much better than before.After he got up, he voted several deep-water torpedo kings for the fanart author to express his gratitude.

He didn't stay idle after he got up, and before he got out of bed, he brought a glass of warm water to moisten Duan Fang's throat.

"Your voice is hoarse, I added honey to it." Look at what he said, what a good man who knows how to live and keep healthy.

If it wasn't for him being the man who urged Duan Fang to call out last night, Duan Fang would have been moved to tears.

Duan Fang really wanted to ask him why his voice was hoarse, didn't he have a clue in his mind.But after thinking about asking, he might not even think about getting out of bed today, so he just shut up honestly.

"Oh, it's so hurtful to be an adult..."