Against the current Hengdao

The Rocky Mountains that run through the North American continent are covered with snow all year round.The top of the mountain wears a snow-white and crystal-clear hat, and the white hat fades in early spring, and the melted snow flows into the large lake at the foot of the mountain.The cedars reflect the majestic tree shadows in the lake, which is as beautiful as a fairyland.

On the lakeside, there is a faint trail among the cedar forests, and the mixed footprints freeze into ice marks after a night, leading to the cabin in the forest in a zigzag way.

There were embers of the fire that burned last night in the open space outside the house, and the black cinders fell on the white snow, black and white, as bright and conspicuous as the figure of the little squirrel jumping and looking for food in the yard.

This is a resort that Linghe purchased near the Rocky Mountains, where he and Xiaodao lived.

In the early morning, the squirrel jumped onto the window sill, looked into the house through the half-covered gap in the curtain, tapped its paw on the wooden window edge, and then slammed on the glass: where are the two feeding officers?Don't get up yet?hello, hello-

The mountains are covered by heavy snow outside, and the ground is warm inside.

There was a strong smell of woody pine oil from the fireplace that had been burning all night, and the warm current slowly climbed up the four feet of the bed along the floor, and the heat wave on the bed was overwhelming.Yan Xiaodao was lying face down on the bed, sleeping soundly with half of his face buried in the pillow, the hair on the top and back of his head showed a kind of disheveled and loving atmosphere—it was messed up last night.

A long leg pressed over from under the quilt, and the warm body joined together and hugged from behind.

Yan Xiaodao showed half of his face from under the pillow, and smiled at his lover: "Good morning."

"Heh, good morning..." A deep and sweet greeting, accompanied by gentle kisses on Yan Xiaodao's earlobes and temples, Ling He hugged him from behind.

"Early" fart, the breakfast time of the restaurants in the small town has long passed, and it's almost time for lunch!

Master Dao got up late again today.Waking up late is now a common thing, and Yan Xiaodao is too embarrassed to show off to others. For more than ten years, he has insisted on getting up at 05:30 in the morning to wash cold water and practice martial arts.

Habits are used to be teased and destroyed by those closest to us.Ling He is especially keen on challenging Yan Xiaodao's habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and he never tires of it.

Xiaodao, do you want to go to bed early?I want to pester you to keep you from sleeping...

Xiaodao, if you want to get up early, you must be so hard that you can't get out of bed...

Ling He's leg moved over restlessly, moved over again, and rubbed back again.

"What are you doing?" Yan Xiaodao snorted.

"Touch you." Ling He's expression was always straightforward.

Ling He rubbed Xiaodao's buttocks with his inner thighs, and suddenly found that this way of playing was very comfortable.Yan Xiaodao's butt looks great, the muscles are strong, and it feels good to be kneaded when pinched.His leg retracted a little bit, and stretched between Yan Xiaodao's legs, this rubbing made Yan Xiaodao couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to move away.

"Don't make trouble." Yan Xiaodao glanced at Ling He.

"That's great." Ling He commented.

"Rubbing my balls." Yan Xiaodao complained.

"Then you turn over and I rub the front?" Ling He put his face close to the knife, and his eyes met, with unsatisfactory and unrelenting expressions on his face.I haven't eaten breakfast yet, and the lively Mr. Ling is hungry again.

Yan Xiaodao laughed heavily, stretched out his arm and stuffed Ling He into the quilt, and the two of them got wrapped under the quilt and entangled...

The winter at the foot of the Rocky Mountains was particularly cold, and both of them wore long-sleeved trousers and cotton pajamas, blatantly lying in bed, enjoying the warmth of the quilt.

This vacation cabin was taken by Linghe at a glance during the winter housing market downturn. It was of good quality and cheap, so he quickly bought it.

The house I used to live in has been sold.It was an older wooden house with a basement.It was in that house that he mutilated his adoptive father, Ling Huang, and imprisoned him in the basement for many years.Not to mention feeling guilty or regretful, if he did it all over again, he might do it again.Ling He didn't plan to go back to the old road to relive the haze of his youth, bought this new wooden house, and wrote his and Yan Xiaodao's names on the real estate contract, cutting off everything from the past.

Ling He also received 500 million medical treatment money returned by Zhang Wenxi.

Ling He immediately called Miracle Doctor Zhang. The call was not to thank you politely, but to take advantage of the opportunity to make progress.He discussed with Zhang Wenxi that Mr. Yan was also injured on his arm, and the injury lasted for a long time. The bone fracture and periosteum wear and tear, would you treat it again?

Zhang Wenxi: "What? You kid raped your wife again?"

Ling He: "No, they were all injured by villains, and have nothing to do with me."

Zhang Wenxi: "I treated him last time, but I didn't charge you any money. Are you still going to trouble me?"

Ling He: "You confiscated my money last time, of course I will come to you this time!"

Doctor Zhang was about to collapse in anger, who is this?

Ling He doesn't care about the gentleness, courtesy and humility among ordinary people, and he doesn't talk about hypocritical politeness.If he wants to employ people, he will use them to the end to squeeze out the remaining value, so he took Yan Xiaodao and went straight to Baoji, Zhang Wenxi's lair, and stayed at Zhang Wenxi's house for a night, insisting that the doctor also heal Yan Xiaodao's arm.Ling He didn't care so much about his own affairs, but he cared a lot about Yan Xiaodao.

Yan Xiaodao is also very satisfied with the location and scenery of this vacation home, and the investment vision of Qualing River is excellent.

Yan Xiaodao murmured to himself in bed: "It's a pity, it's too far across the ocean, otherwise I would bring Master Xiong and Sanniang here, those two cubs like this kind of place the most."

As Alaskan sled dogs who love cold and fear heat, Lord Xiong and Sanniang are going crazy when they come to this place, right?

Ling He glanced at him: "Miss your two good friends?"

Yan Xiaodao said: "I really want to."

Ling He sneered and said, "Don't even think about it, you won't be able to sleep even if you come here, there's no room for the two of them on the bed."

Yan Xiaodao said: "It's really domineering."

Ling He is not polite: "It's so domineering, you can't get their hair on your body, you can only get mine..."

Yan Xiaodao smiled: "Can only touch your hair?"

The two couldn't hold back their laughter while talking, Ling He pasted his long hair up, and made a knife around his neck and ears.Yan Xiaodao finds it itchy, but Ling He is really domineering. He often chooses long hairs from his neckline and cuffs from time to time...

The "cracking" sound of the fireplace in the bedroom gradually subsided, and the cool air could still be felt when the arms and legs stretched out the quilt.

Yan Xiaodao glanced up: "The fire is out, I'll add some firewood."

Ling He looked back: "I'll add it."

Yan Xiaodao pushed the opponent back into bed.He got off the bed, and his feet jumped on the floor involuntarily: "Hiss————"

Ling He: "Is it cold? Come back!"

It's so damn cold, this place is much colder than the winter at the local seaside in Linwan, here is the inland snow-covered mountainous area.

Yan Xiaodao lowered his head and looked around but couldn't find his slippers. Last night he was in a hurry to go to bed and tossed, and he didn't know where to throw his slippers, maybe he threw them under the bed.He walked with bare feet, "slap-tap-tap", moved some firewood from the closet, looked for iron chisels, and the sound of walking could hear the feeling of the frozen floor.

Ling He jumped up from the bed.

Yan Xiaodao said: "Hey, don't come out, it's really cold!"

Ling He jumped over as if he didn't touch the ground all the way, "hissing" out of his mouth.The two of them stuffed firewood into the fireplace together and started the fire again, but it didn't even light up the first time, and continued to start the fire tremblingly.Ling He squatted in front of the fireplace to make firewood, Yan Xiaodao hugged him from behind, and crossed each other to keep warm.

The fireplace finally started to burn again, and the firelight illuminated the vivid expressions of the two.The two of them seemed to hear the whistle in their minds, turned around and ran, sprinting back to the big bed, the quilt was pulled into a mess by the joint...

The body was entangled again under the quilt, and a layer of cold air trembled on the skin.The cold and the warm were mutually stimulating, and they all shuddered a few times.

The two kissed and touched intimately.Yan Xiaodao snorted Linghe vigorously with two warm and rough hands: "My hands are hot, here you go."

"My tongue is hotter than your hand, so I'll give it to you?" Ling He touched the tip of his nose, and quickly licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, "...is it hot enough?"

This Linghe is definitely hot enough.

"I'm licking you hot."

Ling He slowly pressed Yan Xiaodao, kissed from the ear, along the neck and collarbone, and lifted up the pajamas, really wanting to warm his whole body with his tongue.Yan Xiaodao tried to hug Ling He, but Ling He broke free from his arms, pulled off his pajama pants, and then his underwear.

The warm mouth caused Yan Xiaodao's skin to roll over a layer of warm current like an explosion, and the chills turned into waves of heat.

He is forever irresistibly addicted to Ling He's oral job.Precisely because of the many complicated causes and effects of the past, they know each other well, such an active intimacy implies complete acceptance and possession, and its spiritual significance far exceeds that of superficial physical pleasure.

Ling He is too proficient now.People who are born smart can always learn faster and do better than others no matter what they do.

Ling He stripped Xiaodao's underwear to his knees so that he could hug his thighs.He knows what Xiaodao likes, the less you see the subtle wrinkles in the light, you can't take care of them at ordinary times, but once in a while, Yan Xiaodao feels so comfortable that his thighs tremble.

Yan Xiaodao also got into the quilt suddenly, grabbed Ling He's waist, and turned the man 180 degrees!

Yan Xiaodao's technique was even sharper and rougher, stripping off all Linghe's pants under the quilt, revealing his sexy and slender legs.

Ling He clearly felt that the knife in his mouth suddenly swelled up again, a few inches longer, and it blocked his throat with a stick, which made him a little embarrassed.Immediately, he felt a burst of warmth and comfort throughout his body, and the warm current rushed to the groin area of ​​his lower abdomen, and then flowed to his ankles and toes.All ten of his toes are comfortably curled up.

Those who have such an experience understand that when they embrace this person and do this thing for the other person with sincerity and comfort, they are satisfied both physically and mentally, so that both of them involuntarily have stronger erections.

Yan Xiaodao's tongue was so hot, hot and spicy.

Yan Xiaodao was more rude and unrestrained, which made Ling He very useful in private.Yan Xiaodao's fingers kept stroking between his legs, Ling He's calf curled up abruptly, his heel kept rubbing against the sheet, and then he put it down again, curled up again unbearably, and there was a deep moan in his chest...

Whenever Ling He moves Yan Xiaodao here or there, he can immediately feel the response of the needle tip to the wheat light.

This is the beauty of two men being together. What he has, he also has. Both of them know very well how to make each other feel so happy.Ling He's finger touched Xiaodao's perineum point, Yan Xiaodao immediately pointed back, rubbing him until he couldn't breathe.Wherever he invaded Xiaodao, Yan Xiaodao quickly treated him in his own way, and the two wrestled together in a posture of fiercely intertwined limbs, soothing and kissing with all their devotion, and the saliva was implicated on the skin.Yan Xiaodao accidentally changed his position, kissed Ling He's lower abdomen suddenly, licked his belly button deliberately, and made Ling He laugh, it was very itchy.

Both of them were buried under the quilt, and they had a secret physical communication under the pitch-black quilt. The tacit understanding was sufficient, and sight and words were superfluous.

The oxygen in the black hole was almost exhausted, time seemed to flow through [-] million light-years, the two kissed for eternity, star clusters swelled and exploded on the eyelids...

If you look at the bed from the ceiling, it looks like two living dragons are entangled under the quilt, colliding with each other violently, getting faster and faster, and then suddenly stalemate, entwined into a tense and beautiful posture...

The two erupted in excitement almost at the same time.

Yan Xiaodao held Ling He in his mouth without any hesitation, and swallowed it all. At the same time, he pulled out his own work, not wanting to shoot into Ling He's mouth.However, there was a slight deviation in the operation process. In the final analysis, it was too cool, and the brain became slow due to lack of oxygen. When he pulled it out, the timing was wrong, and the angle was not grasped.

A gasp of enjoyment rolled out of Yan Xiaodao's throat.

He panted for a moment, thinking something was wrong, jumped up from the bed, and lifted the quilt to check!

Mr. Ling's long hair was loose, and he was curled up under the quilt half naked.Ling He was probably too comfortable, he was still immersed in the ecstasy of his mouth, and he didn't want to open his eyes, his legs were slightly moving on the bed sheet, and he didn't care about other things.

Yan Xiaodao pushed Ling He's hair away guiltily.He has already seen something on his hair, and he has to get up and wash Mr. Ling's hair later...

Ling He half-closed his eyes and looked at him with an indescribably complicated expression, and he didn't bother to argue with Yan Xiaodao.

Yan Xiaodao was full of apologies but couldn't hold back his laughter: "I'll wipe it clean for you."

Ling He looked like he had been brutally ravaged. On his face, neck, hair, and even eyelashes, there were traces of warm love left by Yan Xiaodao.Ling He's eyes were sharp, and he took a hard look at the knife: You wait for me to kill you, Mr. Yan?

Yan Xiaodao quickly wiped away those traces for Ling He.

Ling He snorted, "Lick it clean."

Yan Xiaodao hurriedly kissed her a few times: "It's so comfortable...it's awesome."

These words made Ling He feel satisfied.

Yan Xiaodao added another sentence: "It's okay, anyway, you have a pretty face, even if you squirt it on!"

A cold light flashed in Ling He's eyes, and when he got something on his neck, he wiped Yan Xiaodao's face, and stuck his finger into his mouth, forcing him to taste it.They precisely grabbed each other's mouth again, lingered together, exchanged the taste of bodily fluids, and thoroughly enjoyed this "breakfast" in the morning after the snow.

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It wasn't until noon that the two lazily put on their clothes and got up.

Ling Hexian was so hungry that he searched the refrigerator for two boxes of leftover lunch boxes brought back from the restaurant yesterday, and ate them after reheating them.The two stood in the kitchen with their heads together, munching and grabbing leftovers, like two hungry ghosts reincarnated.

Yan Xiaodao first heated up the bath water in the bathroom, and then called Ling He to come in and take a bath.

The cabin's bathroom is small enough to squeeze two people into it.Dim lights and white mist enveloped them.Yan Xiaodao likes to wash Ling He's hair, and after washing, he blow-dries it completely, making his long hair smooth and fluffy.

They wore down jackets, ski hats and scarf gloves, and when they opened the door they were warmly greeted by little squirrels.

This squirrel, who understands human nature, was intentionally kept under the porch as a common pet. It was named "Four Fatty" after Xiong Er and San Niang, and they also made a tree hole-shaped nest for the little thing. , In winter, there is a shelter from the wind and cold.Ling He generously sprinkled a handful of pistachios, and Si Pang happily chased the pistachios rolling all over the ground to play.

The two brought back some firewood from the backyard and moved it inside the house to store it for later use. Tonight, tomorrow night... lingering every night.

Behind the house is a desolate grove, which also belongs to their boundary.A path was warmed by the midday sun, and the snow on the side of the road seemed to be sprinkled with fine pearls, covering it with a bright luster.

Just subconsciously, they crossed the path again and walked to the clearing in the forest, tacit understanding with each other.

Under the tree is a lawn covered by residual snow. When the snow layer is completely melted, the immortal green vegetation below will be exposed.That layer of green is more beautiful than the color of the great lake under the Rocky Mountains, and it matches the color of Ling He's eyes.

Standing in the snow are two very low square stone tablets, plainly decorated, with a small oval photo embedded in each.The two stone tablets are very close to each other, engraved with the names of Ling He's parents.

Standing in the snow and ice, the two of them were also bathed in the sun. They stood in silence for a long time, and their breath formed a white mist in front of their eyes, which perfectly concealed their surging emotions.

Ling He rubbed the ring on his finger.If he hadn't met Yan Xiaodao in this life, he must have chosen another way of revenge, the way he had imagined for many years.He will no longer have the opportunity to take care of and protect the person he misses the most, and he will not be able to stand here and enjoy the warmest true feelings in the world for the rest of his life.

Spiky green shoots sprouted from the snow around the tombstone, and green leaves sprouted in some places.This is a large piece of narcissus they planted. The flower stems are just about to bloom, and they appear astonishingly beautiful in early spring.

Yan Xiaodao also planted several camellias in the backyard and around the cemetery.

Hiring labor in the North American continent is expensive. Although Yan Xiaodao is not short of money, he is still used to doing it himself.The camellia tree also draws its leaves in early spring, and bears heavy buds all over the tree. From the edge of the cracked buds, bright red dots are scattered, quiet and noble.

Ling He also buried the ashes of his adoptive father Ling Huang. At that time, he was really troubled about where Ling Huang was buried.

Yan Xiaodao said, otherwise he would be buried behind your house?Anyway, the land is big, so it was buried under the tree next to it.

Ling He was not happy, saying that he was too close to my parents, buried like a third party, blocking my eyesight.

Yan Xiaodao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and comforted the other party, why was he like a third party?Impossible!He's gone anyway, so let's fulfill his wish. He definitely hopes to be buried closer to you.

Ling He said, no, I want to bury him in New York, which is at least five hours away from me by plane!

Yan Xiaodao hugged this person to comfort him, and said at that time: "I am still grateful to your adoptive father, otherwise I might not have the opportunity to know you. One has to learn to be grateful and content in one's life, so that life can be lived more freely and happily!"

Ling He didn't say a word, but silently swallowed the words Xiaodao taught him in his heart.They bought a square piece of land on the small town cemetery and buried Ling Huang there, about six miles away from their log cabin.Every time Yan Xiaodao flew over for vacation, he never forgot to send a bouquet of flowers to Mr. Ling Huang's grave.Don't let this old guy be too lonely, loneliness makes you sick!

Yan Xiaodao inspected around the woodland, picked up the dead branches and rotten leaves left over from the winter, and rubbed his hands hard when he came back.

He saw that Ling He's nose was also red from the cold, and he was still standing motionless in front of Gu Yunzhou's tombstone.Ling He's appearance is very similar to the man in the photo of the tombstone. At first glance, he is the same person, with a trace of calm sadness between his brows. It always feels like an old man reappearing in the world.

"Let's go? Come back tomorrow." Yan Xiaodao took Ling He's hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Okay." Ling He nodded, obediently following Xiaodao's footsteps.

Today's lunch, as far as Chef Ling's skill is concerned, is another big pot of spaghetti.

Yan Xiaodao also noticed that, in fact, it has been a while, Linghe's cooking has become more and more "rough", and he is far less patient and meticulous in the kitchen than before.Except for some special anniversaries, Ling He seldom cooks five-course meals now. Whether at home in Linwan or on vacation in North America, he just cooks one or two small dishes, opens a bottle of red wine, and the two lean on the sofa. Talk about everything.

In other words, Ling He has learned not to spend too much time obsessing over unnecessary things alone.

Ling He has been slowly changing, becoming relaxed, comfortable and casual, preferring to spend more time traveling around the world with Xiao Dao, rather than spending a lot of time in the kitchen arranging dishes like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Ling He searched the refrigerator for a large piece of meat that he bought at the farmers' market in the small town a few days ago: "Eat this?"

Yan Xiaodao: "What kind of meat is this?...Beef?"

Ling He: "Is there any meat you don't eat?"

Yan Xiaodao smiled heartily: "No, don't pick and choose, eat whatever you cook."

Ling He said, "This is wild boar."

"Fuck." Yan Xiaodao frowned, "Is it delicious? Is it really rough?"

Ling He skillfully handled this large piece of wild pork on the chopping board: "It's not as rough as yours, so eat it with confidence."

Yan Xiaodao walked around the stove, walked around behind Ling He, hugged her waist, leaned close to Ling He's ear and threatened: "Am I rough?"

Ling He lowered his eyelids and cut the diced meat: "The rough meat can withstand slow cooking for a long time, so it won't rot into slag once it's in the pot. It's good."

Is it rough? ... Yan Xiaodao rubbed the tip of his nose against Ling He's ear: "My meat is better or wild boar?"

The sun hasn't set yet, and Mr. Yan is making waves again?Ling He mocked: "I haven't fucked a wild boar, and I haven't compared it—but you are much prettier than a wild boar."

After Ling He finished speaking, he was happy, and said with disgust: "You are so boring."

Immediately, his waist was pinched a few times, and his itchy flesh was pinched again.He frowned and held the knife: "Don't mess with me, cut off your hand, go away, stay away!..."

"Shall I cut it? My knife is faster than yours." Yan Xiaodao raised his shirt cuffs chicly.

"No need, you go away." Ling He didn't give the knife.

Before the words fell, Yan Xiaodao moved calmly and quickly, and a kitchen knife changed hands in an instant!

Ling He didn't even react, and Yan Xiaodao snatched the blade with his bare hands in a daze!

If he wanted to snatch it back again, he would never get it.But whenever a knife falls into Yan Xiaodao's hand, it's like sticking to his hand, it's something to play with, and he can't get it back.

The important place in the kitchen quickly became a fiery battlefield. You come and go, you fight for each other, and the chickens run around, and the pots and bowls knock over the gourds and ladles.

A large pot of wild boar pasta was cooked and cooked, and each person filled a large pot with some parsley and pizza grass on it, gobbled it up, and savored this wonderful time.

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