Against the current Hengdao

In the evening, Mr. Yan returned home much later than usual, and when he came back, it was already the hour for the brothers in the whole building to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Their courtyard is very large, Yan Xiaodao lives in the main villa, and four younger brothers sleep in the two rooms downstairs.Next to the main villa, there is an additional auxiliary building, which can also sleep seven or eight people.Usually there are more than a dozen men living together.

Yan Xiaodao deliberately spent dinner and entertainment time after dinner, avoiding all unnecessary entanglements.He was a little tired and didn't want to hear irrelevant people joking about his relationship with Mr. Ling in front of him. For the first time in his life, he felt that this "group dormitory" for bachelors was too crowded.

There seems to be a figure on the terrace leading to the living room, and if you look closely, it is the shadow of the maple tree, with fallen leaves floating everywhere from spring to autumn.

The industrious Hiroko poked his head out of the downstairs bedroom, his hair disheveled to show he was sleepy, Yan Xiaodao made a "shh" gesture and drove him back to sleep.In fact, tonight's background sound lullaby is very high-end, it is not a record recording, but a live performance, played by the exclusive luthier in their building with a Steinway.Moonlight and flowing water, the ground is red in spring, and wonderful piano music is floating in the whole villa.

In the center of the living room is a magnificent grand piano.The back of the piano player is quiet and elegant. Looking from the back, the curve from the neck to the back is perfect. The well-proportioned and slender muscles under the shirt are finally gathered on the narrow and flexible waist.The romantic demeanor and the suave figure seem to be stepping down from the clouds, this is not a mortal world...

Both Lord Xiong and Sanniang became quiet, and they were taught by the sound of the piano to walk in catwalks, walking at the pace of a literary dog, gently holding their four palms, and adhering to a Western concert that only applauds at the end of the song Etiquette, never dare to pant until the end of the song, and only dare to come over and dawdle intimately with the master after the end of the song.

Yan Xiaodao left his suit jacket on the sofa, walked over, and sat on the empty side of the piano bench.

The position is reserved for him, just waiting for his return.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Yan Xiaodao put his hands on the keys of the piano and knocked a few notes casually. It was too quiet for him to bear.

Ling He rolled his eyelids lightly, and there was something in his words: "Just come back and sleep, otherwise the villa will be haunted."

Yan Xiaodao asked: "I am the door god to ward off evil?"

Ling He teased him: "You are much more handsome than the door god, but the function of warding off evil spirits is similar."

The two didn't make an appointment, but both of them showed their poses, and they were so excited that they played another enthusiastic four-handed concert.

Yan Xiaodao said with emotion: "Everyone in the room can't sleep anymore."

Ling He was particularly unreasonable: "Whether they sleep or not? Let's play ours!"

Ling He ordered a bunch of piano scores from the Internet, and they arrived by express delivery.They are all elementary and intermediate course materials, obviously prepared for an older junior player.Ling He tossed him a few piano score textbooks, and signaled with his eyes, boss, it's time for you to order.

Yan Xiaodao's mood kept turning page by page with the pages of the piano score, the white flowers with jumping notes, like quicksilver pouring down the ground, he suddenly looked into the other person's eyes: "I met Mai Yunliang at the cafe at noon today, He chatted for a while."

There was no surprise on Ling He's face, every trace of emotion flowed slowly under the hair curtain of his forehead along with the slender phoenix eyes and dark eyebrows: "You don't need to report to me whoever you want to chat with."

Yan Xiaodao whispered softly: "Just report it, I won't hide it from you."

Ling He sneered, and cut the essence of the conversation with an invisible knife: "Mr. Yan, do you have anything to ask me? Don't beat around the bush, just ask."

This is Ling's style, just being so aggressive and not giving each other room to maneuver, without concealing the sharpness of his personality and mind-reading skills, he doesn't bother to go around in circles with you.

Yan Xiaodao stared at the other party: "There is nothing to ask."

"Mr. Yan, just ask me if you have any questions." Ling He squinted at him and slashed at his face with his eyes, his extremely thin lips seemed to open and close slightly, "What kind of demons and ghosts are there?" I haven’t seen Tiger Leopard Pixiu? I won’t be frightened to death or choked to death by any question, just come, Mr. Yan, don’t hold back.”

Yan Xiaodao said with certainty: "I don't have any questions to ask."

For just a moment, he reconfirmed his judgment and mood, not escaping, but relieved, feeling that he had not misjudged the person.This Mr. Ling, who is covered in thorns, shines brightly, and has a bad temper and tough temper, is totally different from Mai Yunliang or Lu Yilun. Every scale on his body is pricked differently!

Yan Xiaodao tapped the keys, his words flattering: "What was that piece of music you just played, I will learn from that."

Teacher Ling dismissed the hard-working students mercilessly: ""Moonlight Sonata", it's too difficult, you can't learn it, it's enough to study for three months."

Yan Xiaodao said: "Just learn slowly, is three months still a big deal?"

Ling He lowered his thick eyelashes: "I'll teach you an easy one, try to learn it in three days."

Yan Xiaodao didn't quite understand that night, why didn't Linghe teach him a difficult piece, and grind it slowly, why worry?Do you have to be a teacher in three days?

Ling He asked him to choose the score, and he chose Bach, which seemed relatively simple.The efficiency of the two is really not very high, because playing and playing seems to be like grabbing each other's teeth and bickering, basically practicing fingers with a knife, practicing mouth with Linghe, criticizing a student to basically nothing.Sometimes Xiaodao was unconsciously attracted by the other party's eyes, and silently turned his gaze away, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Teacher Ling staring at the student's hands, as if he was about to swallow his fingers.

The right hand and the left hand, which are relatively close to each other, meet unexpectedly when they play certain ranges, but they have a tacit understanding. The metacarpal bone of the ring finger and the little finger fit together...No one said anything, and no one took it. When I opened my hands, my hands were stuck, so the score became a random play.

The piano was played past midnight, and it was so late that the children were about to revolt against the master. The Bach etude was only played in two pages, and it was agreed to continue practicing tomorrow.

Yan Xiaodao washed Mr. Ling and put him to bed, and walked back to the guest room by himself, letting the lonely shadow drag slowly under the dim light in the corridor, dragging out a bit of depression that he obviously didn't want to leave and was obviously bound by him.He went into the bathroom and took off his shirt, first put his head under the shower head, rinsed his head with cold water, and then faced the mirror.

The cold water mercilessly wet his hair, chest and other parts, and the water droplets danced on the thick black eyelashes.The forced cooling of drinking poison to quench thirst finally made it impossible to conceal the ups and downs of the body under the last covering cloth.Yan Xiaodao suddenly moved closer to the mirror, turned his face to the left and right as if he was enlightened, and smiled with embarrassment, letting the sweet state of mind sink deeper and deeper, this is a heartbeat that he has never tasted before...

He had never admired his looks so much before.Obviously past the most youthful and rampant age, he became narcissistic, shaved his chin again, and used mouthwash to remove the smell of cigarettes.

Yan Xiaodao is not stupid at all, and is very sensitive. After learning that he had met Mai Yunliang in private, Ling He said frankly, "If you have any questions, just ask." From a certain point of view, it is equivalent to admitting that Ling He It is true that he has known Mai Yunliang for a long time, and Mai Yunliang did not admit the wrong person.

The old things about Ling He that Mai Yunliang revealed in private probably happened in real life.

That's why, he felt that there was no need to get to the bottom of it.When treating someone you cherish, you should hold them in your arms and hurt them, instead of pushing them away in a narrow way of asking about the past.He doesn't care about some things at all, but he already cares too much about someone!

……

Yan Xiaodao pressed his forehead against the slippery and cold mirror, making a last desperate fight.

For a moment, he lowered his head and took off the black belt and all the knives that were rarely separated from his waist. He felt that it was unnecessary, and he was not defensive against Ling He.He put the white shirt back on his wet upper body, and his hot fingers touched his burning skin.

The long shadow reappeared in the corridor, and without any hesitation, he strode to the master bedroom and opened the door to enter.

When the bedside lamp was turned on, Ling He didn't fall asleep either, and looked up at him with blurred eyes: "...Mr. Yan?"

Yan Xiaodao stood at the head of the bed, his body under the white shirt was tall and straight, and the water dripping from his hair was already scalding hot when it reached his neck.

"...Do you have something to do?" Ling He frowned, suddenly showing a look of vigilance and defense, and withdrew his head abruptly, as if struggling to sit up high.

Yan Xiaodao didn't sit on the edge of the bed and chat with the other party as usual. He knelt on the head of the bed with his right leg, wedged his left arm in to hug Ling He's head and back, and bowed down...

The last thing Yan Xiaodao saw was that Ling He's eyes turned dark jade color from shock.In the dazzled light of those two pupils, he turned into a cluster of dark shadows of big cats, pressing heavily and brazenly on him.He used his forehead and nose to press Ling He's face, and the tip of his nose rubbed against each other, deeply in love, but at the moment when he almost kissed, his lips trembled with pity and couldn't bear it.

The other party's lips were clearly trembling too!

Ling He's eyes were instantly crushed into a distracted intoxication and obsession, and the fit of his body made Yan Xiaodao explode, including his three souls and seven souls.His body is focused on this point, and his heart and soul are already intoxicated in the sky full of auspicious clouds.Hot, scalding, burning... The last layer of the body covered by the fragile skin was vulnerable to such a sweet touch, and quickly disappeared...

The person underneath seemed to be trembling heavily from the throat to the depths of his Adam's apple, and one arm was shuffling and pushing him away.

Yan Xiaodao's arms were trembling, and the experience that he was proud of in the past turned into nothingness. He was like a young experimental product, exposed in front of the other party in embarrassment, and it was the first time to taste the feeling of loving and loving someone so much.He treasured Ling He's face, covered his lips, and penetrated into the other party's mouth with a sweet touch that could not be described in words or any previous experience. His lips and tongue intersected, sweeping away all the gasps that were still hesitating in between. A moment of destruction makes the wildfire instantly start a prairie fire, razing everything in front of him to the ground, leaving only this perfect person in his arms.

He wanted to make sure that Ling He was in his arms, that he had nothing to do with any dirty business, that he really existed by his side, a hug and a word of comfort were enough.

"Xiaodao... Let go, Mr. Yan..." Ling He's hoarse and suppressed voice was buried between Yan Xiaodao's wet chest, as if separated by a layer of cotton, but suddenly he hit his heart with a palm, and the pain caused by the strength was nothing but Really!

The two men were quite strong, and they almost started fighting on the bed.

The fundus of Yan Xiaodao's eyes were hot and flushed due to emotion, and the pressure above occupied an overwhelming advantage. During the entanglement of his limbs, he penetrated from the neckline to the back of Ling He's heart.The home pajamas fled to pieces quickly under his hand, even steel bars and iron sheets couldn't support his fingers, let alone a layer of soft cloth?

He followed the intoxicating honey-colored skin with one hand and thrust into Ling He's pants.

He really endured for too long for the person in front of him, and liked him so much that the resistance and resistance, reservedness and arrogance in the past seemed ridiculous when he thought about it now, and he was vulnerable to Ling He.

……

At a certain moment, Yan Xiaodao heard the unbearable struggle and resistance in Linghe's chest. It was as if an active volcano was buried underneath, and it erupted suddenly amidst constant turbulence, and the ejected magma covered the sky and swept away The sweetness of the clouds.

There was also a breakdown between the lips and tongue that they kissed deeply, Ling He tried to bite him, biting his tongue and then throwing off his mouth.

With a "clang", the hard bone collided with the hard bone to make a muffled sound.

An elbow hit Yan Xiaodao's chin, forcing him to lean back.Ling He grabbed his throat with his right hand in an overturned position, and the two formed a posture of motionless and resolute refusal to confront each other, one on top of the other, gasping under the lamp and staring at each other, both holding back.

"Ling He." Yan Xiaodao didn't want to let go of him, even if he didn't touch him, he could still feel a red mark on his chin.

The person in his arms stiffened into an inviolable rock, his eye sockets had never been so red, and he was already furious, not only was his body hot, but he was spraying flames!Ling He grabbed him and didn't let go, his muscles stretched like iron.

Is it because I was too anxious and rude?

It's the softest ever.

Yan Xiaodao has always been self-aware of the roughness of his palms, and the person being touched must be uncomfortable.But he feels very comfortable, Ling He's hand feels wonderful, and his body is perfect, which makes him feel ashamed...

He also thinks that he is not a troublesome person. If he has feelings, he has them, if he doesn't, he doesn't. If he likes them, he likes them.He thinks that Ling He also has the same straightforward temper, and the two have such similar temperaments that they have a tacit understanding.Two big men still need to gather around the bed to "discuss" and "explain" what they are doing now?Still don't understand each other?

Yan Xiaodao said softly: "I hurt you? I'm sorry."

His Adam's apple was undulating under Ling He's three fingers, he didn't dodge, and he pinched him casually.

"Mr. Yan, are you crazy? Take your hands and feet away and respect your identity. Are you too lazy to step out of this gate recently when you want to whore?" Ling He said this sentence between his lips and teeth.

Yan Xiaodao said softly: "No."

"What do you want to do?" Ling He didn't have a knife in his hand, but his eyes were like a knife. "A gentleman pretending to be too long has spoiled you, or is it too easy for a beast to come by? Mr. Yan, I, Linghe, are indeed incapable and incompetent in my family. You are a handicapped beggar here, can you still beat me if you bully my lonely family like this? How much difference is there between you and Jian Mingjue You Haodong? Anyway, it's close at hand, so it's not white or not? "

Yan Xiaodao's eyes flashed intense surprise and confusion when Ling He suddenly turned moody, his hands gradually relaxed, and a chill ran down his back: "Ling He, don't say that, I never thought about it that way."

"What do you think, Mr. Yan?" Ling He sneered, but also retorted in puzzlement and indignation, "What is the relationship between you and me? Since I entered the door of your house, am I a guest you invited to stay or is it a guest?" You put the prisoner under house arrest on behalf of your godfather? Am I watching the fish and the moon at your place, or are I actually waiting under the fence for an order to slaughter at any time? Mr. Yan, don’t tell me that you don’t understand that the truth is the latter. What is today’s trip? You Pull up your trousers from my bed with your front foot, and Qi Baoshan asked you to chop off my hands and feet and throw me into the sea to feed the sharks with your back foot, are you going to follow or not, Mr. Yan, who is kind and righteous?"

Yan Xiaodao was stunned for a moment before he asked back: "Linghe, would I hurt you? Have I ever hurt you?...Even if Master Qi is standing here today, I will try my best to protect you from being harmed by anyone. do not trust me?"

Ling He said disdainfully: "How do you protect me? Compared with that godfather who loves you as deeply as Hai En is as heavy as a mountain, to you, I am just a chance encounter. If Mr. Yan wants to save face, save some Self-respect, don't pretend to be duplicity in front of me, save your strength to show your loyalty to your godfather, only he can believe it!"

……

Yan Xiaodao's whole body turned cold, and he stared in disbelief at the stiff body in his arms who scolded him like a bloody beauty.

So beautiful, so ruthless.

Every sentence sounded very reasonable at first glance, and he couldn't even find any hard words to refute, every word was like a sap that slapped him in the face and pierced his heart.At that moment, he experienced Ling He's ferocity, and the warmth he had just a moment ago was wiped out, as if it never existed, nothing at all.

However, the moment he poked his tongue into the deep throat of the other party just now, he clearly felt the strong response of his lips and tongue and the warmth of his limbs; He... and in that very manly way, hugging him with a firm hand that cannot be ignored, wrapping his arms around his back and stroking him, it was definitely not an illusion, Ling He was stroking him... just for a moment The lingering kiss sent him to the clouds, making him mistakenly think that the other party was willing to do this.

Yan Xiaodao really wanted to take his heart out, but he couldn't express some words, so he could only turn his love into a dense and implicit whisper: "I love you, and I want to protect you. Tell me, I can share, I will carry it for you."

Ling He dismissed without hesitation: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for your kindness. It's unnecessary. There are some things you simply can't afford, and I don't need anyone to feel sorry for you. I'm not that self-willed and cowardly Mai Yun who looks after others and pities others. Liang, I speak out of my heart and I never say anything insincere, Mr. Yan is so sympathetic, let's go pity that Mr. Mai."

Yan Xiaodao was extremely disappointed, and murmured: "...you don't want to?"

Ling He let go of the hand that hit his neck: "I don't want to."

……

I do not want to.

I do not want to.

……

Yan Xiaodao moved down from Ling He's body with difficulty, even though it was only a foot away, the simple movement, the deep coldness and disappointment had already thrown him far away from the person in front of him, and rolled him to the horizon.

Ling He may have reflected on his ruthlessness, and his thick eyelashes covered his true light: "Mr. Yan, I'm really sorry, maybe something has caused you to misunderstand. I have the exact opposite tastes from yours, I'm not', I don't I like that thing between men... You are still the handsome and charming Mr. Yan, you just found the wrong person. "

Yan Xiaodao looked at the other party quietly: "I'm not' either, and I don't like things between men, I have never done it."

but i like you.

Yan Xiaodao thought that such words were enough to be the most profound confession between the two of them, and there was no need to say any more crooked and hypocritical nonsense.I'm also not very masculine, I've never met a man, just because you are you, Ling He!

Ling He clearly understood as soon as he heard it, and he looked away as if struggling to the death, but let a trembling of his Adam's apple get out of control and fly across the wilderness.

Yan Xiaodao turned over and got out of bed, went out without looking back, suppressed the pain and left under the uncomfortable state of needles.

Ling He said he was unwilling.

He will definitely not force each other, what is needed in the matter between the two of them in bed is mutual consent, and what they want is a moment of love for each other, and he will never use force.He has never forced anyone, let alone he treats the person he wants to cherish sincerely, and he can't let go... Even if the difference in force value between the two is so obvious, he pressed the opponent's thigh and used force to do that. It was so easy.

At night, he was squatting on a rock in the corner of the backyard, smoking a cigarette, enjoying the cold wind, and was spotted by a buddy who lived in the annex building, and asked him with a face: "Boss, are you still awake?"

"I'm addicted, smoke a cigarette outside." Yan Xiaodao replied.

"Hehe, Boss really loves people..." The buddy went back to the house.

Yan Xiaodao didn't have any expression of depression, embarrassment or death. He was suffering in his heart, but he never showed it to outsiders. He has been like this since he was a child. He can withstand any blow in life. What is that?

Yan Xiaodao didn't have a chance to know it with his own eyes. After he closed the door behind his back and left the bedroom, Ling He turned off the bedside lamp by himself, completely covering up all the hypnosis that was almost crazy with tears and laughter in the silence and darkness.

Ling He lay motionless on his back on the bed, staring at the handsome and tall figure in his mind on the ceiling.The tip of his nose finally touched the tip of someone's nose dreamily, and was rubbed for a long time in a passive and almost suffocating way, rubbing that very sexy little mole.

He touched his lips, reminiscing how that beautiful lip shape kissed him among the countless lines.He has no such experience and experience at all.He recalled the faint aroma of tobacco lingering in the excited nerve center, even mixed with the sweet mint flavor of mouthwash, even this still couldn't stop the hotness of the tobacco that belonged to the knife; he recalled the slightly rude but burning The deep kiss of the heart can only belong to the hearty and masculine kiss between two men.

He put his fingers between his lips and tongue, trying in vain to regain the ecstasy, the burning, the beauty of exploring the world of infinite bliss hand in hand when their tongues were intertwined.

……

I do not like.

I do not want to.

I'm sick and sick of men doing that to each other.

But...it's a knife.