Against the current Hengdao

There are electronically controlled gates at the front and back of the villa, high walls on all sides, steep mountains, and cross-monitoring with cameras and sirens.Yan Xiaodao left Ling He alone at home, and there were seven or eight capable men coming in and out of the house, and two bears guarding the house vigilantly.

The more you are on the land in front of your house, the more you can sit back and relax.Qi Baoshan didn't dare to go to war with anyone who saw blood, and neither did others, because they were all wary, for fear of causing trouble.Even if this place is not in the root of the imperial city under the feet of the emperor, it is still within the radiating range of the emperor's power and heavenly power. Tentacles can easily reach here and catch you and other hell kings. The control is quite strict.

After Yan Xiaodao entered the house, he couldn't move his legs under the pincer attack of a pair of dogs and men. He avoided the licking and slapping of the two men, who were neither big nor small, and walked upstairs.Master Xiong and Sanniang saw that he was about to go upstairs, so they jumped up first, ran to the door of the living room alone, wailed twice to warn him, and then stared at what Yan Xiaodao did.

In the living room, the place where the desk lamp meets the sofa is already occupied by someone, and it's not Mr. Ling who is flipping through the books under the lamp.

Ling He tilted his head slightly, the longer side of his hair was half covered, and the ends of his hair were hanging on the book. His expression was calm and full of brilliance under the lamp, and his eyelashes seemed to be dyed with two half-curved beautiful rainbows. This kind of natural beauty that makes people unable to avoid sight anytime and anywhere.

Master Xiong and Sanniang raised their tails and said vividly: Boss, that male vixen has occupied your throne!What should our army do!

Yan Xiaodao couldn't help being happy, and stretched out his hands to stroke his hair one by one: "Okay, you two go back to the nest and rest, don't tie your hands and feet."

After all, Lord Xiong and Sanniang are guard dogs who have been raised for many years, and they have a natural sense of vigilance and a sense of mission. Even though they have accepted Ling He, a very present and long-term tenant, the master bedroom is the throne where the master reads and sleeps. , No outsiders are allowed to invade the territory.The tiger is not at home today, the vixen is now king!

Yan Xiaodao arched his knees and shut the two bears directly outside the master bedroom door.

Master Xiong and Sanniang were stunned when they saw the bedroom door close in front of the couple. They whined resentfully for a long time and tried to knock on the door.This pot of boiled vinegar fermented fiercely between the two ancestors, and their status as concubines in the master bedroom to accompany the master and son was already in jeopardy. most powerful threat!

Mr. Ling was amused by the loud noise of banging and scratching at the door, curled his lips, thinking whether to spray those two stupid dogs or the dog's stupid owner first.

Yan Xiaodao casually took off his suit jacket, and at the same time paused, full of apology: "Oh, I forgot to shake the cigarette ash outside, my whole body smells of smoke."

Ling He's eyes flashed a light of "waiting for your work" and being considerate and as if everything was expected in his heart: "Mr. Yan has worked hard enough, his mouth is dry and his eyes are so painful, it's because the people below are not good." Use? Staying up late to read the information for too long, the eyes can’t be used as a microscope and they are always staring.”

Yan Xiaodao's face was as still as water, but there was a "bang" in his heart: "...how do you know that my eyes hurt when I read the materials?"

Ling He smiled deeply: "Mr. Yan, your eyes are bloodshot. The redness is caused by excessive eye fatigue, the redness is caused by anger and violence, or it is purely because of drinking too much alcohol. There is a difference between a red eye color and capillary congestion."

Yan Xiaodao was speechless to refute, secretly surprised, nodded in acquiescence.He walked over to flip through the pile of books that Ling He was reading, and this man began to read "15 Years of Wanli" and "The Founding General" at a glance, his mind was very open and jumpy.

"Are you so interested in these books?" Yan Xiaodao raised his eyebrows and asked.

Ling He shook his head: "I'm not interested, you don't have any other books to read, Mr. Yan."

Yan Xiaodao said: "You order a batch directly from the Internet, and let the courier deliver it home."

Ling He smiled cunningly, not acknowledging it: "Forget it, I want to buy a few easy-to-understand romance novels suitable for my age and level of knowledge. It doesn't suit your sofa."

This sharp mouth makes people want to tear it apart...

Now Yan Xiaodao is beginning to enjoy listening to Ling He stabbing him with a small arrow, and every day when he comes back from work, just this little time of relaxing and happy bickering, life seems to be different all of a sudden.He didn't believe that classmate Ling He liked to read romance novels. The words in this kid's mouth would always need to be crushed, rubbed, and then sieved to filter out those blindfolds and unknown impurities, and see which words he could still believe.

Yan Xiaodao caught a glimpse of the wheelchair and crutches next to the sofa when he was approaching the sofa. He only took a quick glance and then looked around, asking, "Have you gone out today, on the outside terrace?"

Ling He's face was calm: "Oh, yes, take a breath."

Adjacent to his master bedroom on the second floor is a spacious and bright room without doors and closets, with good lighting, which is usually used as the master's study in the layout of a detached villa.However, the study room was not used as a study room by the master, but a practice room, a billiard room and a temporary guest room, etc. were mixed together. From this study room to the port, there is a large wooden terrace on the second floor. , a panoramic view of the boundless sea view.

The pair of eyes that can recognize the marks of knife points on the old bones must be very poisonous.Yan Xiaodao caught a glimpse of the yellow chipped paint on the bottom of the cane, and a piece of maple leaf tooth stuck to the wheel of the wheelchair—about the size of a pin.

The patio brush is indeed a translucent paint of this color, and a tall maple is dropping its branches and leaves loosely over the edge of the fence...

Yan Xiaodao seemed to be pondering this matter suddenly, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "I know one or two very famous orthopedic experts here. They have both Chinese and Western medicine. They can cure any disease. I will take you to see it when I have time some other day? Maybe the legs are still ok. cured."

"How famous is it? Can it cure any disease?" Ling He's face suddenly turned cold, "Is it more famous than Massachusetts General Hospital, Mayo Clinic and Johns Hopkins?"

Although Yan Xiaodao couldn't understand the foreign names, he could guess the three famous hospitals there.

"I've seen enough doctors since I was a child, and I'm really not interested in seeing doctors." Ling He didn't show any face at all, "I'm allergic to disinfectant, formalin, and the white coats worn by doctors!"

"You have enough allergens, life is not easy!" Yan Xiaodao looked at him mockingly.

"Mr. Yan wants to make things difficult for others?" Ling He glanced at him lightly, his voice was very soft, but there was a stern look full of guard between his green pupils.

The two looked at each other, their eyes flickered occasionally, each had their own thoughts, but they also considered the interests in the middle and the friendship that penetrated the hearts of each other like drops of water. They didn't want to destroy the peaceful atmosphere at this time, and they didn't want to be difficult.

If you don't want to look at the legs, then don't look at them, why bother to force them, Yan Xiaodao thought to himself.

If Ling He hadn't been paralyzed, he might have been so arrogant, with thorns all over his body, the two of them probably wouldn't have had the chance to sit quietly on the same sofa and chat late at night... Yan Xiaodao also had an inexplicable selfishness, Ling He treated him His dependence on him greatly satisfied his desire to protect, made him feel pity and enjoy this state extremely, and he was reluctant to let go. Such selfish desire even surpassed his sympathy for the other party's disability.

Yan Xiaodao touched the neckline, and said relaxedly: "Success, you rest. I will carry you to bed."

He didn't carry Ling He to the guest room where he lived before, but strode directly to the big bed in the master bedroom!

Ling He was secretly taken aback. When he was picked up and teleported, he looked up at Yan Xiaodao in front of him. Both faces were close at hand, and his breathing could be discerned. Emotions are on the verge of firing.

Yan Xiaodao said very gently: "I know you usually like to read these books, so don't move them around. You live in this room, and I sleep in the guest room."

Ling He was stunned again: "Mr. Yan, you don't have to be polite to me, I..."

Yan Xiaodao turned around and quickly lifted a large stack of more than 20 books, and stacked them on the other side of the double bed for easy access.He went straight to the door, turned his face away and waved his hands: "I'm not polite to you, I'm a rough person, I don't care where I sleep, I can sleep on a flat concrete floor, you can rest."

The moment I opened the door, I saw the excited fluffy heads of Lord Xiong and Sanniang, and then there was the sound of the door closing firmly, the whimpering of one person and two dogs, and the sound of footsteps from near to far in the corridor...

This didn't follow the rules of playing cards, which made Ling He, who was always good at guessing, very frustrated.

Ling He froze under the lamp. In the empty master bedroom, his cold and mean mask, the armor covering his whole body, and the defensive line he carefully arranged were all heard by himself. The sound of "crash", "crash", fell off piece by piece, and was easily broken by some wonderful thing, and it was dismantled by him like a broken man.Even, a hand stretched out uncontrollably from the middle of this indestructible armor, wanting to grab the back of the departing figure without looking back, wanting that person to come back.

knife...

Ling He lowered his eyes, his lips couldn't restrain the urge to roll up to reveal a smile, his chest trembled slightly, there was a kind of sweetness, warmth and bitterness that he had never tasted before. The taste of life.I have never met such a person, I have never met a man who wants to have a deep friendship, and it seems that I have never been cherished by anyone... I have seen many people who are not as good as pigs and dogs.

Yan Xiaodao is a gentleman.

He couldn't help looking up, couldn't bear to blaspheme, didn't know what to do with the gentleman, and couldn't do anything.

……

The master who sleeps in the master bedroom has changed. Not only the dog ancestor knew about it, but also the brothers downstairs quickly found out.

Yan Xiaodao really didn't care, he didn't think it was a favor, nor did he feel that he was wronged and lost face.The ancestors of the two dogs were not forgiving. When they entered the guest room, they found that the big soft bed for two people had turned into a narrow bed for a single man.

Humph, the second general is coming to bed, where will Yan Xiaodao sleep?

Kicking and kicking, Yan Xiaodao finally couldn't take it anymore, a Gulu even rolled down the floor with the quilt, without even tidying it up, wrapped in the quilt and fell asleep on the floor with his face upturned.

A pair of dogs and men cuddled side by side and occupied the narrow bed, spitting halazi for a spring night.

Yan Xiaodao crawled out of the quilt tube on the floor in the middle of the night, feeling hungry, and went to the kitchen downstairs to find some fried cakes.The cold glutinous rice stuff was really not tasty, and it made his stomach ache a bit.

Sometimes I feel that this bunch of bachelors have no fucking wives, so life is really rough.He was used to taking care of himself since he was a child, and he had no one to take care of him. His godfather treated him very well, but he was still a man after all.However, he has never felt such a strong need for any girl, hoping to cuddle up to each other, seeking warmth, comfort and love, no.

In the morning, Hiroko bought breakfast from outside and returned home early.

Kuanzi, formerly known as Zhao Kuan, is also a brother of Mr. Yan, who is very good at serving, and the most diligent one in the house.Hiroko ran for three kilometers every morning, and ran all the way to the stall next to the foreign goods market to buy breakfast for the whole house, and then carried the huge two stacks of packed breakfast like lifting an iron, carrying it very steadily, and then ran all the way When I came back, the fried soy milk was still hot.

Yan Xiaodao saw it coming, and rummaged through the two stacks, and found a box of hot fried cakes, a box of salted tofu nao, and a bag of freshly ground soybean milk, and put them away alone, not wanting others to snatch them.

Hiroko chuckled: "Brother, don't you like sugar pancakes?"

Yan Xiaodao: "Yes."

Kuan Zile said, "Who will keep the big box of fried cakes?"

Yan Xiaodao snorted: "Keep it for any pig with a big stomach!"

Two or three people next to him booed in unison: "Stop pretending, big brother! There is no such a good-looking pig in the world!"

From the flirtatious winks to the gossip, the boys in the living room have been blatantly provocative now, even Yang Xifeng felt that, fuck it, we all misjudged it before and thought it was like that!However, it turned out to be like this!No matter what it is, it doesn't matter if it's straight or curved, the key is that you really have a vision, boss!

Yan Xiaodao took off his undershirt, walked out the door with a basin of cold water, and still didn't forget to turn around and scold them: "Don't just think about it, a bunch of little bastards, just make up things out of nothing."

Yang Xifeng bit the pancake, and said seriously and thoughtfully: "Brother, you have never brought your partner home. This is the first time you have brought us a living person back. This time the people are different. We all Understand."

Yan Xiaodao pretended not to hear and did not comment, and went to practice in the yard.

There were more people in the front yard and it was very noisy, so Yan Xiaodao had taken a cold shower, soaked his hands, and rolled his palms over the knife blade. After a long time, he turned around and found Ling He sitting in the living room.

To be exact, Ling He was sitting on the stairs, facing the gate of the house. From his position, he could just see the knife in the yard.

There was no one in the living room just now, but Ling He wanted to go downstairs. He leaned on crutches with one hand and supported the handrail with the other. He made it down. His back was sweating all over, and then he sat on the stairs in a trance, enjoying the spring scenery.

Ling He felt it was worth it, but of course he would not easily reveal the reason and purpose of this.

Yan Xiaodao was the one who slept with him on the same bed and never took off his clothes. This early morning was the only chance to see this person take off his clothes.

Xiao Dao only wore a pair of three-quarter-length exercise pants, the waist of which was loosely tied to the lowest position, revealing a healthy and well-proportioned waist, and the shape of the hip bones was outlined by two mermaid lines.There are some white scars left by old injuries on the broad back, as well as small new wounds that are opening. A pair of long legs are strong and straight.No matter how you look at it, as a man, such a figure is perfect.

From the shallow depression at the end of the hairline on the back of the neck all the way down to the almost rounded line of the tailbone, it is an indescribably sexy and masculine blend, and it is finally tucked into the waistband of the trousers.

Ling He stared at someone's back and buttocks for a long time.

Just let time stop at this moment, both of us, don't go any further.

……

It was also the weekend, and Yan Xiaodao came downstairs in a suit, ravishing Hum Ha, and said goodbye before leaving the door, but felt hesitant and even apologetic when he tried to open his mouth to say goodbye to Mr. Ling.

Ling He listened to books and sang music with his younger brothers just now, it was very enjoyable.As soon as this person opened his mouth, he was booed by several brothers, saying that the singing style and incision of Peking Opera were wrong, so he sang a section of "Empty City Strategies" of the Chinese style with a London accent.Ling He looked up and laughed, shaking his long hair loosely and unrestrainedly.This person was not embarrassed, shabby, or showing his temper. He learned the time tune from Hiroko humbly for a while, and he learned eight lines in a short time, and made up a singing tune.

Ling He turned his head and saw Mr. Yan, and seemed to know what he was going to do: "It's okay, you go out to play, I think your brothers haven't lost enough, haven't had enough fun, and haven't convinced me enough, I plan to let you play today." They lost to me the tobacco and alcohol money, meat money, real estate title deeds, and their parents and women for the second half of the year!"

After Ling He finished speaking, he laughed first, turning three mahjong tiles in his hand like turning walnuts.

Yan Xiaodao came over, also took three mahjong tiles and tossed them to play, lowered his eyelids and said: "It's not playing, on Sunday, go and accompany my mother."

As soon as Ling He heard it, his fingers stopped moving around: "Oh, go by yourself."

Yan Xiaodao said: "Bring them a group of people who are weird and noisy, don't take them."

Ling He's eyes flickered: "Oh... Indeed, the old man loves to be quiet, but only to see his son, not to see other people."

Yan Xiaodao: "..."

Ling He: "..."

Ling He thought to himself, stop playing with fire and move on, I'd better play cards with these foodies.

Yan Xiaodao thought to himself, it's better to go by himself, I don't know what to say in front of my mother?

However, Ling He pinched the card with his fingers, and what he said was: "I know that it is a big burden to carry me when I go out, and I have to carry it on my back. President Yan is more comfortable and happy when he goes out alone, and he happens to be able to hold a candied haws in one hand. Eat!" Yan Xiaodao laughed, and blurted out: "I don't think it's troublesome, I can hold you, and then you hold the candied haws!"

Every time they look at each other more, it feels like there is a layer of tenderness in their hearts.

Without any more nonsense, Yan Xiaodao quickly went upstairs to get a decent set of casual shirts and trousers, put them on for this man, hugged Ling He to go out, and stuffed them into the car...

To be cautious, he got into the car and called four younger brothers to sit in another car to follow the escort. In fact, it was Ling He who was protecting him, and he himself didn't need to hug him.

They went from the port to the city, and then to the suburbs, and took a section of the inter-provincial expressway, and then went down a certain ramp, and finally changed to a bumpy and rustic village road, and arrived at a road at the junction of the city and neighboring provinces. It is located in a small town called Huima Town.

It was obviously the first time for Ling He to come to such a strange place, and he couldn't help but open the car window to look out. After a while, a three-wheeled motorcycle pulling chickens, ducks and geese passed by "quack" in front of his eyes. Lean milk-producing sheep were driven past the car doors.Their cars were encircled by e-donkeys, sheep, dog and vegetable vendors, and ordinary people going to the market. They drifted forward slowly as if wrapped in a dark tide...

Yan Xiaodao was driving, introducing some landforms and customs to a certain foreign student who had never seen the local world from time to time.He kept glancing at Ling He, his eyes tired, so he quietly adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror on the right so that Mr. Ling's big face leaning out of the window was just reflected in the rearview mirror.Ling He had an overactive and excited expression on his face, as if he wanted to climb out of the car window to play with dogs and sheep.

Yan Xiaodao looked at his watch: "We're still late, don't go home, go to church first!"

When it was getting late, Yan Xiaodao caught a glimpse of a tricycle with candied haws tied on the side of the market road.Fifty or sixty candied haws are stuck on a huge stretcher like a hedgehog ball in an efficient and space-saving manner. The various flavors are very attractive.Both saw it.

Ling He glanced at him and reminded at the right time: "Be filial son, you are already going to be late."

Yan Xiaodao aimed out the window: "It's just a little dirty, are you afraid of eating dirt?"

Ling He quickly shook his head, and commanded unceremoniously: "Here comes the biggest string with a sandwich."

A handsome smile appeared on Yan Xiaodao's lips, and he silently agreed with a smile.The road is too narrow, and there are too many magical creatures passing by, their cars can't pass by, and the doors can't be opened.Yan Xiaodao opened the car window, stretched out his left arm to grab the edge of the roof, pulled himself out of the car with a flying movement, stretched his legs twice and stepped out...

When the car started up again, Linghe had a bunch of luxurious giant candied haws in his hand. The red fruits were sandwiched with local specialty candied fruit and sesame candies, and then orange petals were gradually inserted, and finally coated with sugar and smog dust, which perfectly combined the soil and style of the place. to blend.Yan Xiaodao just wanted to ask "Is it delicious?" Mr. Ling had already licked off several candied fruit with a speed and momentum that was not at all noble, chewed out a mouthful of sugar residue boldly, and then nodded frantically to take the good stuff. Pass it to him and share in turn.

Yan Xiaodao burst into laughter, as if it had been a long, long time, and he had never been so happy with a person. It was pleasant to talk or not to talk, and it seemed that everything and everything in his mind were familiar and transparent with the person in front of him. of……