The landlord is a subject

This is a long-lost night of sleep, and Zheng Jiaming feels that he has returned to his childhood, when the winter was so quiet and peaceful, and he could sleep peacefully every night.

Early the next morning, the snow stopped and the sky cleared up.Zheng Ma came to the hospital with big bags and small bags, busy back and forth.

"Mom, take a break, I can do those things."

"I'm going back in the afternoon, you take a rest for a while."

Zheng Ma cleaned the entire ward, and the uncle next to the bed thanked her directly.

The uncle is also very pitiful. According to his self-report, the uncle is from Hefei, and his children are not around. His wife knows how to play mahjong every day. He almost died of appendicitis, and the neighbor called 120.

"Xiao Fang, this is the chicken soup stewed at home. You can't buy it in the market. You should drink all the three yellow chickens that eat rice."

"Okay, thank you Auntie, you can put it away first."

"Let Jiaming feed you later."

"Mom, Fang Zheng just had breakfast, how can he eat now?"

"Then eat it at noon. Anyway, there is an insulated bucket. If you really can't take it to the microwave oven to reheat it, fifty cents will do. I have change in my pocket."

Zheng Jiaming was no match for Zheng Ma at all, but he was defeated in three rounds.

"Auntie, how is uncle?"

"He's fine, he went back to work the day before yesterday."

"So fast, is uncle healthy?"

"He said it's all right. There are a lot of miscellaneous things in the county. It's almost the Chinese New Year and there are not enough people."

"It turns out that uncle is a government employee..." It doesn't look like it.

"To put it nicely, it is better to teach and educate people than to serve the people as cattle and horses!"

"Mom, why do you have time to run around? Now the school is about to take the final exam?"

"It's Sunday, otherwise I wouldn't have the time to come here." Zheng Ma finally sat down, "Xiao Fang, what do your parents do?"

"My father was in the furniture business and my mother died when I was five."

"Oh, what a poor child...it's okay, there will be an aunt who loves you in the future!"

Zheng Jiaming can probably guess something, no wonder Fang Zheng didn't let him inform Fang Ze, it seems that the relationship with the family is not good.Although Fang Ze is said to be the child of his stepmother, but the relationship between their brothers is not bad, that is, the relationship with his father or stepmother is not good.

In contrast, Zheng Jiaming, who is also gay, can be called a happy family.

In the afternoon, Zheng Jiaming sent his mother to the door, and Zheng's mother retired.When he returned, Fang Zheng was rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing, you can't knead, infection will be troublesome!"

"It's so itchy..."

"It means it's almost ready, don't rub it, I'll blow it for you."

Fangzheng resisted not to touch it, and asked Zheng Jiaming to blow it a few times.

"What day is it today?"

"On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, Chinese New Year is one month away, what's the matter?" Zheng Jiaming had nothing to do, staring in a daze at the boring TV series on the wall.

"The first day of the twelfth lunar month, my birthday."

"Ah?! You didn't tell me earlier, where can I find you a gift now?" Zheng Jiaming didn't know Fang Zheng well enough, and only now did he know about his birthday.

"It's not a child anymore. If you want any gift, you can spend it with me casually."

"How's it going?"

"In the army, only a few brothers drank and sang..."

"Stop! Still drinking, are you in good health? Singing, are your lungs clear?"

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Zheng Jiaming went out to fetch boiling water, and Fangzheng was already asleep when he came back.The eyes were swollen, and the bandages on his head were changed. Now Fangzheng finally looks a bit normal.When Zheng Jiaming first arrived at the hospital, Fangzheng's head and face were covered with blood, his hair and eyes were scabbed with blood, half of his face was swollen, his left eye could not be opened at all, and his legs and arms were covered with plaster. How scary how scary.

As a model, Fang Zheng, what would happen if his face was disfigured? Zheng Jiaming was finally at ease now.

Fangzheng, who didn't sleep well last night, slept until 7pm, and finally woke up hungry.

Opening his eyes, without turning on the lights, Zheng Jiaming didn't know where he was going.Turning around to look, my dear, the uncle is gone too, is this a dream or a haunting?

"Zheng Jiaming? Zheng Jiaming! Where did you go?"

After calling for a long time, no one answered, and then, the door suddenly opened...

"Happy birthday to you!" A nurse came in.

"Happy birthday to you!" Another nurse came in.

"Happy birthday to you!" Another nurse came in.

"Happy birthday to you!" The uncle with appendicitis in the next bed came in.Let me just say one more thing, the uncle sings really badly.

Everyone began to sing "Happy birthday to you". Finally, Zheng Jiaming came in holding a fruit cake with a few candles on it. He walked very slowly and carefully.

"Fangzheng, happy birthday! Blow out the candles!"

Fangzheng took a deep breath and blew out all the candles, but his lungs still felt uncomfortable.

"Turn on the light, it's out of sight."

The three nurses stood aside with smiles, Zheng Jiaming put the cake on the stool and began to cut the cake.

"I asked the doctor, you should eat fruit for your birthday this year."

The uncle and the nurse sisters were all given delicious cakes. After the celebration, the nurses went back to the nurse's station, and the uncle also climbed into his bed. Zheng Jiaming fed Fang Zheng some fruit with a small fork.

"How about it, isn't it very touching? I bought this fruit cake after traveling a long way."

"Well, I'm very touched. Give me another piece of kiwi."

"Your tone is not sincere at all."

"Because I feel childish."

"Everyone's birthday is like this, you have to adapt, this is not an army."

"Well. Will you let me eat this tonight?"

"I bought food and it's in a thermos. Do you want to eat it now?"

"I just woke up hungry."

"Oh, then wait a minute and eat these fruits first."

"Don't eat it, it's too sweet, you can eat it."

After feeding Fangzheng, Zheng Jiaming started to fill up his five internal organs temple. There was still a lot of cake left, so he would eat the cake.Fruit cakes are quite expensive, Zheng Jiaming decided to eliminate them all.

"Fangzheng, why did your beard grow so fast? I just shaved you last night..."

"Did it hit you?" Fangzheng and his uncle watched boring war movies together, and casually gave him a look.

"I'm sure you'll get stabbed when you sleep at night, so I'll shave it for you again?"

"up to you."

After shaving, Zheng Jiaming washed Fangzheng's face, hands, body, and finally even his feet.God bless, fortunately Fangzheng does not have Hong Kong feet.

After working for a long time, Zheng Jiaming closed the bathroom door and began to take a shower.Mama Zheng brought a new change of clothes, and there is even body soap, which is really great, I just made do with it a few days ago.

At night, Zheng Jiaming lay down next to Fangzheng. Neither of them was sleepy, but they didn't say anything.The uncle fell asleep a long time ago, snoring happily.

"Have you taken a shower?"

"Yes."

"What's the smell? It smells so good?"

"The smell of bath liquid, my mother brought it."

"kindness."

Speechless again, Fangzheng slowly took out his right hand, and then slowly took Zheng Jiaming into his arms.

"Is it cold, come here."

"It's not cold, don't move around, the wound hasn't healed yet."

And so on for a while.

"Zheng Jiaming."

"kindness?"

Zheng Jiaming raised his head, Fangzheng's eyes once again flashed the inexplicable light that night.Then, the heads of the two people got closer and closer, and finally stuck together.

This feeling, how should I describe it, is probably like a feather blown by the wind, light and unreal, but reluctant to fall to the ground.

Zheng Jiaming tucked his head into the bed and didn't dare to move for a long time. Fangzheng touched his lips. It felt really good.

One hand slowly covered Fangzheng's stomach, and then helped him rub his stomach carefully.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, stop rubbing."

Zheng Jiaming didn't listen either, probably because he was too embarrassed to keep his hands idle.

"Zheng Jiaming, come out, I have something to tell you."

"Speak, I can hear you."

"come out."

Zheng Jiaming was very hopeless and stuck his head out again.

"Can't you just look at me?"

"You're too tall, I'm only this long, I can only reach your neck."

"Then you look up and look at me."

"I can say it now."

Zheng Jiaming looked up at Fangzheng with his neck up. This posture was quite uncomfortable, but Fangzheng just kept silent, and he couldn't hold on after a while.Just as he was about to retract, Fangzheng wrapped his right hand around Zheng Jiaming's neck, lifted his face, and pressed his four lips together again.

This time, it wasn't a dragonfly on the water, nor was it a feather fluttering in the wind. Fang Zheng was like a traveler who had traveled thousands of miles of yellow sand to find the source of water. He tried his best to absorb the breath from Zheng Jiaming's mouth.

Two people use the same toothpaste, orange flavor.

Zheng Jiaming felt that Fang was pressing his tongue against his teeth.

Well, he won.

Saliva exchanged in the night, accompanied by a little bit of lust.

What are we doing now?We're not in that kind of relationship... Zheng Jiaming tried to wake up Fangzheng with his eyes, but he was kissing so fascinatedly that he couldn't wake him up no matter what.Forgive him, a man in his twenties, with a fresh blood...

I just hope that uncle can sleep peacefully all night, and don't wake up, otherwise, Zheng Jiaming is worried that uncle will never wake up again.

"Zheng Jiaming, how am I?"

"Fortunately."

"fine?"

"very good."

"Well, then you see, why don't we stay together."

"...Got it, go to sleep, I'm sleepy."

"Okay, sleep."

The author has something to say:

I really like the relationship between Fangzheng and Zheng Jiaming