Against the current Hengdao

In the middle of the night, Lu Qingyang went home again, but this time he was threatened by Mr. Ling with an adulterous video, and was forced to go home and steal the information.

They waited downstairs in the shade of the trees.Lu Qingyang lived on the second floor, and they could even hear the middle-aged husband and wife arguing fiercely from the window of Lu's house.The legendary "Thunder Tiger" was indeed a tigress, and the roar of the tiger could be heard endlessly. From a distance, one could feel Principal Lu being scolded with blood splattered all over his face, and ran away hastily.

Lu Qingyang strode out the door, the moment the door closed, a kitchen knife flew towards the back of his head, and stabbed at the wooden door impartially.

Lu Qingyang angrily threw a few old kraft paper bags to Mr. Ling: "It's all here, don't come to me again for the things you want!"

"That kid Chen Peng is studying at Fanjiang University now, go find it. Also, don't tell that kid that I told you, I don't want to cause trouble." Lu Qingyang added cautiously , the ferocious look of Chen Jiu's son with thick browbones, and the violent temperament oozing in his bones and blood flashed in his mind.The old scars left by the edge of the ax can still be found on his forehead and fingers, and the light white marks are still there.When Chen Peng was still a child of seven or eight years old, he left the scars of a knife and an axe on his then dean's husband in the orphanage.In Lu Qingyang's heart, this kind of inborn twist is a disaster in the world, and he will live a long life, always harming the people around him!

Sitting in the car, Yan Xiaodao quickly flipped through the old materials in the kraft paper bag. The way the papers were stacked in a mess showed the careless attitude these children received when they were sold for money.

Yan Xiaodao suddenly pulled out a piece of file paper: "Who do you think this kid looks like?"

Yan Xiaodao is very good at recognizing people and remembering them. He squinted his eyes and looked at this interesting photo. Although the boy in the photo hadn't permed his hair into big waves at that time, he still kept his short, clean hair.

Ling He leaned over, slightly surprised.Mao Zhixiu jumped over from the front seat of the car, looking like a demon cat whose body can be stretched at will. After carefully looking at the file photos, he exclaimed: "Oh, this child looked so pure and normal back then? Isn't this A Zhe!"

Ling He nodded to confirm: "It's Su Zhe."

Yan Xiaodao suddenly realized: "So Su Zhe was sold by Leihuo and his wife back then?...Sold to your family?"

Su Zhe in the photo is white and well-behaved, he is a beautiful boy, and he must be a satisfactory choice for many families who need a son.

Yan Xiaodao made Mr. Ling roll his eyes again, Ling He frowned and said, "Why did you sell it to our family?"

Ling He explained: "I only heard that he was adopted by a Chinese-American couple from mainland China. I really don't know how he was bought in that way. His adoptive parents' family suffered some changes later. His adoptive father fell ill and died. Dao Zhongluo is very unfortunate, so he dropped out of school and worked in a western restaurant, I worked as a helper cook, and he worked as a bartender, that's how we met."

It turned out to be another orphan whose fate made people sigh and pity him.

Yan Xiaodao has been secretly thinking that the young Mr. Ling can gather a group of loyal and like-minded partners around him. Apart from his own personal charm and convincing prestige, there must be other reasons that ordinary people can't imagine that make these people willing to join forces. Together, firmly trust and rely on each other... Because in the rough and tortuous lives of these young people, there are not many people they can rely on, and they can only rely on themselves to move forward with difficulty, trying to find a place to stay. Even looking for a "home" that is willing to tolerate and take them in for the rest of their lives...

Yan Xiaodao had some doubts: "Then his aunt?"

Mao Zhixiu shrugged: "That's the aunt of one of his 'big brothers', not his own aunt at all! He's just a big brother, he'll recognize anyone who is handsome!"

Yan Xiaodao carefully put away the information on that page and kept it: "Don't call Ah Zhe to reveal this, go back and find a chance to ask him, see if you can help him find his real relatives."

A group of people were looking for temporary accommodation in the middle of the night, and planned to go to school to catch Chen Jiu's son in the morning. If he knew the name of the school, he would not be able to escape.

The star hotel next to the school, which is the closest and does not seem to be in too bad a condition, unexpectedly has the last standard room left.

This kind of matter that requires negotiation is usually handled by President Yan, and there is no need for democratic recommendation and a show of hands to vote. It seems that this kind of matter should be handled by President Yan as the big brother. He has experience and can speak.

Yan Xiaodao went to the front desk to discuss patiently: "Please help me to see, we have men and women, one room is really inconvenient, so we can't live in it."

"We only have one room, there is nothing extra, or you can go to the neighbor's house to see, it's not as good as our house." The lady at the front desk didn't even lift her eyelids, and she treated foreign guests with unfamiliar accents like this, you can't love it.

Mao Zhixiu poked Yan Xiaodao's shoulder from behind: "Mr. Yan doesn't need to think about me, I'm fine."

In the dead of night, the three of them all entered the same room.

Yan Xiaodao went into the room and went straight to the long sofa, but because of his inconvenient legs and feet, he had no choice but to grab the sofa but not Miss Mao.Mao Zhixiu had a plan and was quick-sighted, almost leaped over Yan Xiaodao and flipped onto the sofa with a sharp somersault, and lay down sideways with a snap, occupying the entire area of ​​the couch from head to toe, for fear of being snatched by Yan Xiaodao again go back!

Yan Xiaodao was so angry that he wanted to laugh, he took his stick and said, "Girl, please go to bed, I will sleep on the sofa."

Mao Zhixiu stared at her thin willow eyes: "How can I sleep with Boss Ling after you sleep on the sofa? Should I share the same bed with him? Of course I should sleep on the sofa. Mr. Yan, please go to bed, you are welcome!"

Ling He was left on the sidelines, no one paid attention to him or discussed with him, as if he was the "Hui" in a table of mahjong, he can match anyone, and our boss Ling can match it all.

Yan Xiaodao and Mao Xiangu had a witty chatter, but both of them were clearly thinking about Ling He, and they didn't mention this name...Mao Zhixiu lay down with her clothes on, with a towel covered her head, and her voice was separated A layer of wrappings came out gently: "I've always been so sleepy that I can't hear or see anything. Please feel free, both of you."

After saying this, Mao Zhixiu quickly became motionless and silent, turning his corpse into a dead cat, leaving Yan Xiaodao and Ling He to look at each other in a dim room with only a small light on, each with his own thoughts.

Ling He sat on the edge of the bed with downcast eyes, and pulled off his shoes vigorously without saying a word.

Pulling off one shoe, he realized that it would be inconvenient for Xiaodao to take off his shoe. Ling He still had the other shoe on his foot, so he deliberately went around to the other side of the big bed, squatting down to help Xiaodao take off his shoe.

Yan Xiaodao said in a low voice: "No, I can do it myself."

Ling He didn't lift his eyelids: "I am willing."

Yes, he would.

Only when Yan Xiaodao can accompany him harmlessly when he is disabled and limping can the two of them have the luck to get along.Yan Xiaodao is limping for a day, and they can support each other for a day. This fact sounds extremely cruel and helpless, and makes the half of Ling He's heart that is occupied by demons feel extremely ecstasy and satisfaction at this moment. The chest cries: You are lame!

The other half of his heart, the soft other half that still has kindness and reluctance, is so distressed: I crippled you, I was selfish and an asshole, I am sorry for you, Xiaodao.

The wound on Yan Xiaodao's right foot had already healed, and it was precisely because the external injury healed that the internal injury became apparent, making it impossible to avoid ignoring it.His foot was useless, and he was completely unable to pedal hard after landing on the ground. The place where the flesh was torn and the tendon was broken was soft, and there was not much feeling left.

Sleeping together in the same bed was originally a beautiful thing for a spring breeze, taking advantage of the water vapor, clouds and mountains outside the window, and the dawn and moon, but at this time the three of them were in the same room, and Yan Xiaodao couldn't ask what he wanted to ask, so he held back. My heart is about to become addicted to sadism.A slight movement of the person next to the pillow can arouse a faint layer of ripples on his skin, and the one after another movement on the body reminds him every moment that he is always aware and affectionate towards Ling He, and he can't let go of his concern .

And the relationship between them seems to have been something experienced in the previous life. The two of them are living this life again, and re-experience the sweetness that they occasionally tasted under the twists and turns of fate.

"Mr. Yan, stop shaking, it's like an earthquake." Ling He's voice sounded hoarse for no reason.

"...I didn't shake." Yan Xiaodao argued.

Yan Xiaodao did not tremble, but in the sensory perception of Mr. Ling who was also restless, every heartbeat and breathing of Yan Xiaodao was like a drum, which was also a kind of profound torture to him.

The quilt covered by the two greatly affects each other's sleep.Yan Xiaodao thoughtfully moved all the quilts to Ling He's body, propped up his upper body, took the coat over his body, and lay on his back.

Ling He suddenly stood up and threw all the quilt back on Yan Xiaodao!That temperament, as if Yan Xiaodao provoked him to bully him.

Ling He strode towards the bathroom and locked himself in the small black room.

This astonishing behavior made the "dead cat" on the sofa come alive in shock, revealing a pair of eyes from the gap in the towel: Yo?

Ling He couldn't stand it at that time, he lost control from heart to body.

Where was Yan Xiaodao in the "earthquake" just now?It was clearly himself, the muscles all over his body were caught in earthquakes and landslides, and a tsunami was happening in his veins.

In the hanging foot restaurant by the river, he leaned close to his face, saw Yan Xiaodao's handsome profile when he lit a cigarette, and he was already deeply infatuated with it.

His body seems to be experiencing the crustal, mountain and river movement that evolved violently when the world was born.The most primitive sexual desire impulse of human beings has undergone thousands of years of reproduction and evolution from generation to generation, before it evolved from the initial natural mating of animals to love rich in human emotions, and even marriage... For him, it only takes a moment to make it happen. He understands that at this moment, he is facing a complete fall and love for a person!

At this moment, as long as Ling He lowered his eyes, he could see the rocks on his body collapsing, the river changing course, the vegetation waking up, the blood surging... everything was different from before, and the collision and collision occurred at a speed he could not control. upheaval.The superior self-control that he was originally proud of now became a burden instead, mercilessly mocking his anxiety and embarrassment.There seemed to be many undercurrents hidden under the blood vessels of the muscles. The undercurrents converged into a big river at a certain turning point, and suddenly broke the dam in the depression, and the flood broke through his blood vessels...

There are some things that he has never experienced before, and it is not that he is an idiot with no knowledge of people and things, but that he has never experienced it, thinking that he will not have it.

Even when Yan Xiaodao pressed him for sex before, he didn't have a physical reaction.His feelings for Xiaodao have always been spiritual respect, attraction, devotion, and love.Holding the hand of the knife and kissing the other person's lips, I thought that I was satisfied in my life.

Ling He was struggling for the last moment, and he was rarely in a hurry. He pressed the gourd to float the ladle, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and took away the thick roll of toilet paper in the bathroom...

He rested his head on the cold and wet mirror, raised his eyelashes and was able to see the depths of his pupils to the bottom, peeking into his heart—he loves knives.

He squinted and peeked under the eyelashes, the corner of his mouth couldn't hide the intoxicated smile, but he frowned feeling a little disgusted and dirty.When the normal physiological desire belonging to an adult man hit his tailbone, he tasted the fleeting but indescribable pleasure, which made him tremble with pleasure.Ling He raised his beautiful neck and let out a deep breath, his eyebrows and eyes were in a state of ecstasy under the lamp, only in places where no one was around, would he be willing to use his fingers like this occasionally.

The fingers that can play the piano are extremely flexible and charming in doing this, it can be fast or slow, heavy or light, deep or shallow.

Xiaodao can also play the piano... Ling He fantasizes about Yan Xiaodao's handsome and beautiful male hands, the five fingers are wonderful.

The surroundings were quiet and windless, but the shower curtain in the bathroom suddenly rustled in a certain memoir deep in his consciousness.

His body suddenly shrunk into the bones of a boy, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, handsome and slender, a pair of blue eyes misty in the water vapor, and his brows and eyes always seemed to be covered with a cloud-like mysterious aura...

For a beautiful young man without father and mother, his alluring appearance is not a blessing but a disaster.

The heavier gasping sound from behind the shower curtain pierced his confused consciousness, and a pair of peeping muddy eyes turned crimson red amidst all kinds of desires.The movement was as if someone grabbed the neck and squeezed the slightest sound from the throat, hanging in mid-air, it would break at any moment, and then fell into a more rude and arrogant panting... Such a scene stimulated the rebellious blood and blood in Ling He's bones. The rebellious temperament of tit for tat made him want to take out a sharp blade and stab a knife at any time.

This knife, if he didn't stab it out, it would be difficult for him to understand.

Unexpectedly, in the end, stabbing the completely innocent Yan Xiaodao finally dispelled an inexplicable evil fire in his heart.However, if he hadn't cut that knife at that time, he would have fallen into longer-term troubles and unwillingness.After all, the haze of boyhood was not easy to get rid of, and it still hurt the people he cared about the most.

creek.

You look too much like your father.

A man with such a breathtaking and stunning appearance, if you don’t have sharp teeth, cold and tough armor and impenetrable defenses to resist the whole body, if you don’t have a sharp temperament and a strong mind to survive and protect yourself In order to maintain your dignity, your end must be tragic, and you have seen the lessons learned with your own eyes.

Linghe, in your life, do you dare to expose your weakness and allow others to bully you?

dare not.

……

Ling He's left hand, which was originally supporting his body, suddenly hit the mirror, and his long and slender fingers grasped the edge of the mirror, trembling slowly.

With a cold and sharp face, he is used to being cold-hearted with the world, and he has only given Yan Xiaodao such tenderness in private.

He lowered his head to study the shameful sticky thing in his hand, rubbed it with his fingers, then put his nose up to smell the smell, and then quickly washed it off in disgust.This is also the first time for him to have such a strange passion.

All his first times were only given to Yan Xiaodao.

Ling He quickly calmed himself down from the rough asthma, lowered his head and pulled up his trousers, and rearranged himself properly.When he looked up again, he was making up for his pocket knife in the mirror. At this time, his hair was slightly messed up, and his handsome and unrestrained sleeping face kissed the mirror hastily, and he opened the door and left the bathroom.

……

On the same night, Qi's family's civil servant parents went on a business trip at the same time, providing another underground couple with the opportunity to stay outside the school.

There are snack bags and a few empty beer cans piled up on the coffee table in the living room, and there is a dubbed film with a touch of passion in the computer.

Qi Yanxuan went to the bathroom on the way, and sat on Chen Jin's lap when he came out.Chen Jin hugged him without saying a word, strangled Qi Yanxuan's waist from behind, squeezed and arched him into the room.

Chen Jin is very familiar with the layout and furnishings of Qi Yanxuan's bedroom, and has been here many times before, whether it is to come to Qi's house openly as a guest, or to have a secret tryst in private.

Qi Yanxuan was pushed onto the bed, crushing a stack of books.Sure enough, he was a three-good student since he was a child. He put a pile of teaching reference books on the bed instead of DVDs or comics. Chen Jin complained boredly in his heart... He straightened up first, took off his T-shirt quickly, and intentionally smacked at the other party. A muscular figure with wild charm was exposed in front of him, and the pants were slowly unbuttoned.

Compared with the beautiful men and women who are popular on campus nowadays, Chen Jin is quite masculine.In other words, in a secret circle of college students that is not known to outsiders, there are many people like Qi Yanxuan, but it is hard to find someone like Chen Jin.

Chen Jin signaled with her eyes: "You come."

Qi Yanxuan was looking forward to it but trembling a little. He didn't know what Chen Jin was going to do. Every time he was in his house, Chen Jin was extraordinarily rude for no apparent reason...

Chen Jin switched positions up and down.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of several stacks of reference books beside the bed, and carefully glanced at the words on the spine: "Do you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

Qi Yanxuan raised his head: "Well, yes, postgraduate entrance examination is a way out."

Chen Jin said: "You still have to take the postgraduate entrance examination?...Then you can take the examination yourself."

Qi Yanxuan probed: "Aren't you going to take the exam?"

Chen Jin asked back: "Can I pass the exam with this grade? Forget it, don't make things difficult for the teacher."

Qi Yanxuan said: "You still have sports specialties, the postgraduate entrance examination will also comprehensively consider the bonus points for special talents, so we will take the entrance exam of our school..."

Chen Jin interrupted stubbornly, pointing out the truth in his heart: "It's not because of my sports expertise, I got admitted because of the indicator of 'extremely poor students'!"

Qi Yanxuan endured it for a while and still told the truth: "Chen Jin, can you stop mentioning those three words? No one looks down on you, it's your own heart disease."

Chen Jin slapped several books to the ground: "Can't you bear it if I mention it? And you said you never disliked me?!"

I am a very poor student.

I can know you Xiaoxuan because our family is poor.

I have the opportunity to go to school because my family is poor, and I was included in the "Poverty Alleviation Program", a political achievement project that accumulates virtue and does good deeds.

I was able to enter the university because our family was poor. Every school was forced by the Education Commission to meet the 3% poverty-stricken students and disabled students.

How can you students who have both parents and superior backgrounds understand what I am thinking?You will not understand, you have never suffered from those contempt and supercilious eyes, you have not experienced the life of humiliating and humiliating people who are not as good as dogs in the cracks of cannibalism at the bottom of society.People are unequal from birth, no matter how hard you try, no matter how you change your name, you can't change this bad life.

After nearly ten years of love, Qi Yanxuan was in a dilemma at this time and felt disheartened: "I want to stay here for the postgraduate entrance examination, and I can also be admitted to the civil service in the future. But you always want to leave here, what will we do in the future after you leave Woolen cloth?"

"I just want to leave here, I have wanted to leave a long time ago, if I didn't stay for you, I would never apply for this university!" Chen Jin told the truth at that moment, "I don't want to be in Rongzheng Street for a day. Stay here, I don't want to see those people's ugly and disgusting faces, I don't want to see those people spit on my mother's face with disdain, I'm fed up with you people!"

Qi Yanxuan's life was like death that night.

After Chen Jin had a big fight with him, he actually dragged him into his parents' bedroom... The last time they had a big fight in memory was a fierce dispute over which university to apply for on the eve of the college entrance examination. In the end, she compromised and reluctantly stayed in Sanjiang for him.This made Qi Yanxuan feel that Chen Jin still cared about him.

Qi Yanxuan couldn't understand at all, why did Chen Jin like to do that shameful thing on his parents' bed?

The undoubted gap in physical strength and force between the two sides made Chen Jin do that thing without any scruples, and willfully raged to vent the viscous and hot blood that reciprocated and clashed in his veins.There was a group photo of the Qi family's parents and son on the bedside. Chen Jin deliberately turned Xiaoxuan's face to face the photo frame, as if this would allow the Qi family's parents and everyone to appreciate his current state of mind. masterpiece……

Chen Jin knew in his heart that he was using the same posture that that person used to use before, doing exactly the same vulgar behavior, just like many years ago, he listened to the humiliating begging of a woman through the broken door panel, and witnessed that wicked man over and over again The nasty things you did.He just keeps repeating it all the same way, even though he doesn't want to.

Only the occasional tyrannical and perverted physical venting on the bed can cover up the scars on his heart, and temporarily relieve the shameful name he reads on the Internet and newspapers, and hears it in the streets and alleys. Regarding every clue that people criticized and talked about in the old case 15 years ago, the inner torment he suffered at these moments.

Years of torment like this has already caused a strong qualitative change and distortion in his not-so-broad and strong mind.

His once pure and innocent childhood was completely destroyed as early as that bloody rainy night 15 years ago.Those hazes in memory may entangle him tightly and cover his whole life.

When he was twitching to vent, he occasionally leaked some words, and I don't know if Qi Yanxuan understood at that time.

"I'm just a scum, I'm not a good person, and I can't be a good person."

"Xiaoxuan, what do you know? I'm the son of a murderer, you won't look down on me...I'm the son of that murderer..."

Chen Jin's eyes were also red at that time, and she hugged Qi Yanxuan who was almost fainted.

He felt that he was falling into the abyss out of control, unable to extricate himself and unable to escape, drinking poison to quench his thirst was getting deeper and deeper.This is also like a cruel cycle of fate, and it is about to turn back to the old road in the narrow and dark back alley of Rongzheng Street...

The author has something to say: "All his first times were only given to Yan Xiaodao."