his back

02.

Song Wan has been a smart child since he was a child, with good grades, can laugh, and the sun is shining brightly.

When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, my teacher pinched my face and praised me. One after another, the certificates were posted all over the walls of my home.

Every time I go home, my parents are full of smiles, and they agree to the request.Although Song Wan was not a brat when she was a child, it was inevitable that she had a little wish to be fulfilled.

This is a glass garden deliberately created by his parents, and Xiao Songwan lives happily in it without knowing anything.

The accident happened during the summer vacation of Xiaoshengchu, and the reasons for the breakdown of the relationship between the parents were not explained too much.

Even Xiao Songwan was still immersed in the joy of going to the amusement park with his parents half a month ago. The merry-go-round turned round and round. He sat on it, and his ears were full of childlike songs.Turning around, I saw my parents arguing fiercely, and their angry faces looked like inflated bombs under the illumination of colored lights.Turn around and the scene disappears.Turning around, his parents stood outside the railing and waved to him with a smile.

It seems that the unintentional encounter just now is just a product of dizziness.

Song Wan still remembers the last time she saw her father. After the divorce procedures were completed, he was assigned to her mother by law.

It is said that the father gave up on his own initiative, and having children means that he cannot start over, which is a drag.

——By the way, my father's second marriage took place a month after the divorce, and his wife and mother had completely different styles.

The father packed his luggage, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and carrying a briefcase. There was no other expression on his face, serious.Song Wan was sitting on the sofa, holding a bear doll bought by her father in her arms, it was very warm and fluffy.He came out and saw it, hesitated for a while, and decided to come over.Kneeling down, he stretched out his hand to caress Song Wan's face.cold.

"Sorry, we have endured for you for a long time." He said, "Maybe you don't understand now, but this is a very normal thing, late night, don't worry about it."

After speaking, my father got up and left without looking back.

The brown anti-theft door closed permanently with a creak.

His mother remarried when he was in the second year of junior high school, and the other party was a somewhat naughty uncle.

At this age, Song Wan already has a certain appearance. She is shy in front of strangers, and will smile when she gets acquainted.When she met that uncle for the first time, the small Song Wan would only hide behind her mother, refusing to move closer.

Presumably a child's first impression is always accurate.

Even though she lived with her stepfather under the same roof, Song Wan kept a distance.The man's eyes are like a wolf jumping out from the long dark night, fierce, sharp, and bloodthirsty, which makes people feel sick from the bottom of their hearts.

Song Wan was worried every day, and only now did she realize that the years of living so simply with her parents were called happiness.

But no matter how vigilant he was, a wild beast was waiting for an opportunity, and it would be a matter of time before he was caught.

It didn't rain that day, and it wasn't sunny that day. It was just one of the ordinary days. The house was a bit dark, only a light was turned on in the kitchen, and it was dim.When Song Wan came back from playing, her jersey was soaked with sweat.

The stepfather sat at the table and drank while the mother stayed at someone else's house and played mahjong.

"You're back." Seeing him, his stepfather gave a naughty smile, "Come here."

The body that had just finished playing the ball cooled down rapidly, and the wind broke in through the wide open window, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on the arms when it was blown.

Song Wan is very obedient. Before junior high school, her growth path was smooth sailing, her family conditions were stable, she only knew how to study, and there was no word for resistance in the dictionary.Although he was afraid, he still listened to what the elders said, so he walked over slowly.

The stepfather drank white wine, which was poured into his mouth uninterruptedly in a small cup.Smells of alcohol, and other strange smells.

Song Wan was inexplicably panicked.

"have you eaten?"

asked the stepfather, with a smile that didn't reach the corners of his eyes.

Song Wan shook her head.

Stepfather: "Then come and eat."

Song Wan said timidly, "I... am not hungry..."

Stepfather narrowed his eyes. "You've grown up a little more than when we first met." The tone was flat, and the hand naturally stroked the bare|exposed slender arm, "I just realized that you and your mother really look alike, a beauty."

Song Wan shuddered and wanted to run away, but her stepfather's fingers were like eagle claws, and she was so strong that she couldn't move.

Stepfather: "If your mother hadn't experienced divorce, she would probably never have come into contact with people like me. I have a high school degree, and after I left school, I went to various places and encountered various things."

Song Wan: "But mother said that you know a lot and can tell things that father doesn't know."

"To coax a woman to please you." He snorted, "You will only stay in the tall buildings, why would you want to look down. People at the bottom are not sweet, can they live in this world? I also heard that, except for women , boys are also useful."

His fingers turned from cold to sticky, wrapping around his arm like a slippery snake.

Song Wan: "Don't be like this..."

The stepfather looked at it with special interest. He still had a young body, his skin was extremely elastic, and there was strength under his arms that women did not have.

"You're scared. Uncomfortable? Because I'm not your real father?"

Even though his mother was good, she was still too loose in some places, and it would really be a nightmare to face her for the rest of her life.

Song Wan broke free, embarrassed: "I'm going back to my room first, I'm sorry."

Now is not the time, the boy is too young to bear it, and it is not fun to play.

hold on.

The stepfather let go of his hand, allowing Song Wan to run into the room that couldn't be locked in a panic like a little rabbit.

10:30 in the evening.

Entering March, the weather is still not warm at all.

The number of customers in the shop gradually decreased, and the owner of the noodle shop scooped up hot water outside, feeling out of his mind.

Ever since he broke up with Ji Chennan that night, he has always been in this state.

What do men want to do?The little boss was thinking, and his fingers inevitably trembled.It's about the past, a memory that he desperately wants to bury, and he came to this city alone hoping to stay away from anyone he knew.

The little boss couldn't guess the next development at all, he just felt that his ordinary life was suddenly broken by a sharp axe.

Ji Chennan didn't come for another five days, could it be... The little boss took a strange fluke, he just talked about it, and didn't really practice it.And that kiss was just the product of being too shocked.

This is really great, he doesn't ask for anything else, just live in peace and alone.

however--

"haven't seen you for a long time."

With a shake of the hand, the spoon fell into the hot water bucket, covered in layers, and could no longer be taken out.

The little boss was startled, looking at the iron spoon that fell to the bottom of the bucket, he felt mixed feelings.

Trembling, someone posted up behind the originally empty back, which immediately blocked the constant night wind.

The open hand was clenched, and the man approached in an ambiguous way, without too much words, the hypocritical mask he put on out of curiosity was completely thrown away at this moment. "Hands are shaking...you are afraid..."

Boss Song opened his eyes wide, and Ji Chennan deliberately pressed his ears, his tone moist and warm.

—You are afraid.

What happened many years ago, my stepfather also said the same thing.

All are demons.

The little boss struggled: "Let me go."

"Hush, keep your voice down, there are still customers in the store, don't let them find out."

The little boss was trapped and didn't dare to move immediately, Ji Chennan took the opportunity to hug him even deeper.

The touch is more rigid, not as soft as a woman's, but the two hands can still wrap around it, and it feels fresh.

It should always be like this, Ji Chennan didn't regret it, he had planned to try it, and the relationship would inevitably break down.

The little boss gasped, his heart beating like thunder: "I never thought you were such a person."

"What kind?" Ji Chennan teased, "Very good, kind, and handsome? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard. If you let my brothers know, they will definitely shout that you have been cheated."

Little Boss: "Then your brother knows that you are holding a..."

Ji Chennan: "No, they won't meddle in my personal affairs. I came here right after get off work, you are so cruel."

"Why didn't you come before then?"

Ji Chennan: "Are you missing me?"

He does it on purpose, it needs a buffer zone, but it's also an important stage that will attract attention.

The little boss lowered his voice: "No, I just hope you never show up."

"impossible."

Ji Chennan's decisiveness dispelled the idea of ​​the little boss.

"I have your 'handle'."

He moved deliberately, and the little boss was pressed close to the wall.This place is far away from the main city, and there is a street lamp on the edge. The only thing that can shine is the small classical lamp next to the store door.It was dark, and only Ji Chennan's tall figure and wide vertical collar trench coat could be seen from the outside. No one would have guessed that there were two hookers hidden inside.

Little Boss: "What do you want to do? Are you crazy! I'm a man!"

"The person who took the picture with you is also a man."

Little Boss: "You like men and get close to men, it's none of my business, I'm not gay."

"I just like your back." Ji Chennan lowered his head and kissed the other person's back.

He could feel that with the flustered breathing, his back was heaving together, his two shoulder blades protruded, and his face was pressed together.

The owner of the noodle shop noticed that the kiss was hot and lustful, and it was not just an excessive trick.Men want more than he imagined, it's scary.Unable to continue, he began to violently resist.

"Okay, calm down." Ji Chennan didn't want to use force, and didn't want the fat in his hand to fly away, "I don't know your name yet."

The boss bit his lower lip and said nothing.

"My name is Ji Chennan, what about you?"

The man deliberately lowered his voice with a kind of hoarse charm, and his fingers were restless. He pinched his waist and only exerted force on a little place, rubbing it repeatedly, which was very itchy.

"tell me."

He is playing hard and soft, fingers and voice are sources of oppression.

Boss: "Song...Song Wan..."

Ji Chennan: "Song Wan? That's a really good name."

The boss was powerless to warn: "Let me go."

"Is there anyone in the store who wants to pay the bill?" Ji Chennan said, "I'll watch it for you, it's okay. No one, they are all eating, and no one is playing with their mobile phones. Song Wan, Song Wan." He tried to read it twice , "You have to remember, this is our secret, you can't refuse me."

The boss was shocked: "You...will you tell others!"

Ji Chennan was determined: "I will."

Boss: "No, you can't, that's mean!"

Ji Chennan: "If you don't promise me, I will."

Boss: "What do you want to do?!"

"You asked this question before, Song Wan." Ji Chennan buried his face in his back. At the beginning of spring, people were still wearing thin cotton clothes, which were very soft. "It's amazing." He sighed, "I was still calling him 'Boss Song' in a fake way before."

Boss: "You did it on purpose from the beginning, I thought you were a kind and nice person."

Ji Chennan: "Then you're going to be disappointed, I've never been. I recognized you from the first time I saw you. Afterwards, I have cared for you many times, just to get close and get information. Oh, if you want, I can Come."

Boss: "Are you gay?"

"No, I'm in the vacancy period." Ji Chennan said, "I don't have any plans to find a girlfriend for the time being. We are all adults, let's have fun together."

Boss: "What are you playing?"

"As I said, I want to see your back." He stretched out his finger and slid down from the top, "I've never forgotten it since then, your back is very beautiful."

Boss: "You..."

"okay."

Ji Chennan let go suddenly, the boss was caught off guard and staggered a few steps forward.

Breaking away from the protection of the windbreaker, the cold wind howled in the dark night, sweeping away all the ambiguous heat in an instant.

The boss was a little confused, Ji Chennan smiled and pointed to the store.

"A guest is looking for it."

The hour hand points to 11 o'clock, the closing time.

There was no one in the shop, Song Wan stood by the sink and wiped the washed dishes with a rag.

Every time I clean one, my heart beats faster.

Ji Chennan sat on a chair with a big face, facing him, his slender neck exposed from the open neckline.

It could be seen that he was telling the truth, he had just got off work, and he was still wearing the suit he had seen before, looking prim and proper.At this time, there was a smell of a beast in clothes.The briefcase was placed aside as usual, and the white light in the shop was under the hood, casting shadows into the tired eye sockets.

After thinking too much, his thoughts wandered, and he recalled the short and long conversation at the door just now.

Ji Chennan hugged him tightly, feeling slightly warm, like being close to a fireplace with only a small cluster of fire burning, which made the young noodle shop owner touch a little bit of connection in the floating city life like duckweed.

However, this is not good intentions, just a false longing after too long, alone.

To be honest, this feeling is still very weird. They have been together on and off for a month and a half. They are more familiar than strangers, but stranger than friends. It is an unclear relationship, but he needs to understand it more deeply. , absolutely impossible.

Ji Chennan is forcing, the little boss understands.

The bowls were all wiped clean, Ji Chennan saw that, and purposely moved the chair so loudly that Song Wan nearly dropped the bowls in fright.

Set out the bowls, wipe down the counters, and cover the bowls with ingredients one by one.

Arrange the chairs neatly and replenish the chopsticks and paper towels in the barrel.

As the time approached 12 o'clock, Ji Chennan was not in a hurry or helping, so he put his hands in his pockets and followed Song Wan's rhythm, leisurely.

What should come will always come.

The lights finally turned off, and Song Wan came out wearing a scarf. There was no one outside the street, and the street lamps emitted a circle of vague light.He stretched out his hand to pull down the iron door, locked it, and let out a breath of hot air.The big red scarf covered half of his face, and his hair was messed up, making him look very small.

Ji Chennan waited by the side for a long time, and when Song Wan wanted to leave, he put on the tail of the big bad wolf, stepped forward and put his arms around his shoulders.

Song Wan was taken a few steps away, unwilling in her heart, and dared not speak up.

Ji Chennan asked casually: "Where is your home?"

Song Wan was surprised: "Are you going to my house?"

Ji Chennan: "Then you go to my house, I live alone now."

Song Wan lowered her head: "Go to my house."

The apartment Song Wan rented was no different from others. The door required a user card to enter, and there was a guard guarding it.They walk in together, take the elevator, and enter the house.It is very deserted inside, in line with the style of a bachelor who has not had a girlfriend for more than ten years.

Ji Chennan looked around, and found that the room was ordinary, with little furniture. There were two inner rooms with a living room, kitchen and balcony. They were not particularly big, but there were too few things inside, which made the space vividly stand out.

There is a TV, and a laptop is considered an entertainment tool. In the kitchen, since there is a noodle restaurant, the induction cooker, pan, chopping board, kitchen knife and other kitchen utensils that should be there are still there. After that, there are fewer things. Even the table is short, and it can only accommodate it at a glance One person eats on it.

"You here..."

Ji Chennan looked left and right, the lights in the room were not turned on, the curtains were drawn, and it was not very high. Vehicles passed by on the street, throwing their lights on from time to time.He followed Song Wan to the bedroom, wanting to comment.

Song Wan turned on the lamp on the bedside table and untied the scarf.

"Look quickly, leave after watching."

Ji Chennan blew a whistle, which made the little noodle shop owner blush.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Song Wan closed her eyes and urged, "I know."

Ji Chennan: "No... take a shower first?"

Song Wan: "No need."

Ji Chennan: "Alright then, take off your shirt first."

Song Wan followed suit. The idea was good, but the practice was very uncomfortable.His fingers couldn't help trembling, and he could untie one of them, as if peeling away all the years of hiding, revealing the most primitive, scarred self.

Song Wan gritted her teeth and took off all her shirts.

Ji Chennan was bewitched to the point that the scene in his memory overlapped with the reality, and he couldn't tell which was the most perfect.

The atmosphere at this time is just right, the bedside light is not on, but it can outline the figure of the young man.Half-light and half-dark, adding that man-favorite half-coverage.Ji Chennan walked over slowly, breathing deeply and uncontrollably.

The weather was very cold, especially at night, and he shrank into a ball unconsciously.

The man's finger touched it without warning, it was colder than the weather, scaring Song Wan.

Ji Chennan half-closed his eyes, the back in front of him was no longer a part of the young man's body, it was like a handicraft.

It tempts people to draw it carefully with their fingers.

The skin is soft, fine and fine-lined.

The waist is as imagined, very thin.

A string of tiny specks on the skin from his repeated rubbing.

Ji Chennan asked in a low voice, "Is it cold?"

Song Wan endured: "No." Itchy.

The little boss was a little shorter than him, Ji Chennan bent down and kissed his shoulder, little by little, down to his waist.Song Wan groaned, and hurriedly covered it with her hands. It was provocative, and the ordinary ten years in the past could not bear it.

Then, Ji Chennan stuck out his tongue, licked on the skin, and moved upwards in circles.

Song Wan protested: "Hey! This..."

Ji Chennan didn't speak, and he didn't like to be interrupted, whether it was foreplay or aftertaste, including himself.

He needs to concentrate.

The white slender back grabs all attention.

Ji Chennan got close enough that Song Wan's limp legs could sense the pillar behind him.The man clasped his hands together, and explored the front restlessly with his hands, while biting his shoulders with his teeth viciously.Song Wan didn't have abdominal muscles, nor did she have a belly, it was just flat, with a line embedded in her navel extending straight to her chest.Following with her fingers, Song Wan gasped even more.

After the original discomfort and embarrassment passed, with the seduction of the tip of the finger and tongue, it seemed that something really unknown jumped up with the lower abdomen, sporadic sparks.With his brain swollen, he collapsed on the man's shoulders and let him eat.

Ji Chennan got used to it at first, and after he became proficient, he miraculously figured out Song Wan's sensitive places.

He fiddled with it, letting the young man lean forward on the low table, squat down, stroke his waist with his hands, and kiss the hollow of his back.

Stimulation surged up from the place where the kiss was held, Song Wan bent over like a shrimp, unable to support herself, she grasped Ji Chennan's hair weakly with one hand. "No..." Seeing that Ji Chennan didn't stop, he came to cover his back.

Ji Chennan kissed his troublesome fingers together, put it in his mouth, and danced lightly on his tongue, making it wet.

Song Wan bit her index finger: "You... pervert..."

Ji Chennan looked up at Song Wan.

His face was flushed, showing a special beauty in the dim light.

A thought flew through my mind, and I couldn't grasp it when I realized it.

At the age of 18, the small attic, the same characters, he and the boy inside.The waist shrugged, heaved up and down, and then came the face, small and sharp, red like wine, intoxicating.

can not stop.

Whether it is the back that you dream of touching, or the owner who owns this kind of back.

Song Wan's after-joys were not over yet, and the man behind him suddenly stopped, bringing a strange emptiness.He opened his eyes, a little puzzled, and the next moment, his body was pushed and shoved by a strong force, and he fell onto the single bed next to him.

Bad feelings arise.

Heart pounding and beating.

Don't... No way... How is it possible...

"Hello!" He came back to his senses and slammed into Ji Chennan's black eyes.

Ji Chennan had a serious expression, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were serious and accurate.

Sensing something wrong, Song Wan used both hands and feet, and hurriedly crawled on the bed, trying to escape from the other side.

Ji Chennan leaned forward and pulled him down, while letting a passionate kiss spread on his back.

pain.

No matter how good the technique is, you still feel the pain.

The heat penetrated into the body that had not been done for a long time, drowning the crying and despair together.

Song Wan struggled to wake up from a lengthy nightmare, as if her whole body had been crushed by a heavy truck, and she couldn't even lift her fingers.

In the morning, the bedroom is brightly lit with white light.

There is hot air blowing around.

Song Wan turned around in confusion, Ji Chennan closed his eyes tightly, and fell into a deep sleep, with a strong, bare arm still across his chest.

The single bed was not suitable for two big men, Ji Chennan was forced to the edge, and if he was not careful, his long legs would fall off.

Last night's craziness returned to the brain in a cannibalized way.

Song Wan was stunned and got up quickly.

The pain rushed from the tailbone.

He saw many red spots on the inner thighs.

Ruined.

that's terrible.

Song Wan hugged herself.

that's terrible.

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