The transfer boss was teased by the school grass

After eating, Xia Yi'an pulled the trash from the dining table into the big vegetable bag, took out a wet paper towel and carefully wiped the table clean.

He took two more cans of Coke, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and threw them into the black plastic bag that Jian Shuai put on the counter in the entrance.

Xia Yi'an bent over to change his shoes at the door, and at the same time switched on the light outside the door, "Jian Shuai, go down the stairs."

"Ah? The 22nd floor of your house, why..." Jian Shuai shook his head, a flash of inspiration, taking the stairs is probably the same as stopping at the gate of the cemetery and walking, pious, " OK, take the stairs!"

"Forget it, you're drunk. Elevator." Xia Yi'an changed his shoes, straightened up, and after seeing Jian Shuai shook his head, he pressed his temple again.

"Where is it?" Jian Shuai stepped on his slippers and walked out the door, "How can you get drunk with this little wine?"

"You haven't changed your shoes." Xia Yi'an grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

Jian Shuai's footsteps were a little wandering, and he almost lost his footing. He quickly leaned his back against the wall, closed his eyes, "Where are the shoes?"

Xia Yi'an picked up Jian Shuai's shoes, and dropped them at his feet with a "click", "Lift your feet, and change your shoes."

Jian Shuai has been wearing high-top basketball shoes all this time. He closed his eyes and rubbed his bare feet from the upper of the shoes so hard that the shoes fell to the side and he didn't put them on.

Xia Yi'an helped him straighten the shoe twice, and Jian Shuai's foot was finally inserted.

In all fairness, Jian Shuai was indeed not drunk.

After all, there is still a thousand miles between being slightly drunk and being drunk.

Although Jian Shuai was a little dizzy, he was very sober.It is just at the level where you can act arbitrarily with this bit of alcohol, be responsible if you want to be responsible, and act shamelessly if you don't want to be responsible.

Especially good for doing something.

When going downstairs, Xia Yi'an walked in front, and Jian Shuai followed behind holding on to the railing of the stairs.When we got down to the 8th floor, the emergency light in the stairwell was broken, and no matter how the two of them stamped their feet and clapped their hands, it didn't turn on.

Xia Yi'an took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight, turned sideways, and shone it backwards, just in front of Jian Shuai's feet.

"Brother An, I can't see clearly." Jian Shuai stretched out his hand to touch, and caught Xia Yi'an's hand.

Jian Shuai's fiery palm felt the coolness from Xia Yi'an's palm, and the spirit of the alcohol dropped a lot.The head is getting more and more sober, but the heart is chaotic.

"Do you have night blindness?" Xia Yi'an waited for Jian Shuai to go down two steps of the stairs and came to him, still holding his hands tightly.

"Ah? I don't know. I haven't seen a doctor." Jian Shuai's hand was being grabbed, and their arms rubbed against each other from time to time, feeling a little itchy. "Did you see that?"

"Well, the last time I was on Hansong Road, the alley wasn't too dark, and you also stretched out your hands behind me and scratched." Xia Yi'an said.

The emergency light on the 6th floor was not broken, Xia Yian let go of his hand.

Jian Shuai's forearm remained in the posture of being held, and he paused for a while before letting it go.

There is a small open space in the community, separated by marble steps into a rectangle, which is a special place for burning paper, and it is covered with small piles of burnt ashes.

After the ashes are blown away, the deceased relatives receive paper money.

Xia Yi'an and Jian Shuai came to the corner, took out piles of ghost papers and arranged them, first opened the beer and poured it on the ground, and then burned the papers and incense.Finally, the two knelt on the ground and kowtowed.Neither spoke.

"Go back!" After kneeling for an unknown amount of time, Jian Shuai stood up first, and patted Xia Yi'an on the shoulder.

"Yeah." Xia Yi'an stood up with his head down, his hair was a little long, covering his eyebrows, and draped finely over his eyelids, making the eye sockets into hazy balls.

"Should we still take the stairs?" Jian Shuai said.

"Yeah." Xia Yi'an walked ahead, threw the black plastic bag into the trash can by the side of the road, turned around and waited for Jian Shuai to follow.

"Before, when my mother was here, she would hug me every day. She liked to hug me very much," Jian Shuai stood in front of Xia Yi'an, "Every time my mother hugged me, I felt very comfortable and at ease. Whether I'm crying or fussing, as long as my mother hugs me, I'll be like a little leaf."

"Brother An, do you think there is really nothing left after death? Is she still looking at me somewhere? Does she know that I miss her so much?"

Jian Shuai looked at Xia Yi'an, his nose was a little blocked, "Brother An, can you give me a hug?"

Xia Yi'an took a step forward, opened his arms and hugged Jian Shuai.

The person in his arms also stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Xia Yi'an's waist, feeling each other's warmth through the T-shirts.

Jian Shuai's arms became tighter and tighter, and he couldn't help sobbing.

He pressed his eyes into Xia Yi'an's neck, as if he wanted to use this person's body to block his tears, making Xia Yi'an's neck wet.

Jian Shuai was full of sadness, and Xia Yi'an's heart was filled with tenderness.

After a few minutes, Jian Shuai raised his head, wiped his face with the back of his hand a few times, and helped Xia Yi'an wipe the nape of his neck, "I made it dirty for you, I'll wash this dress for you."

"Well, what about the shower I just took?" Xia Yi'an said, "You washed it for me too?"

Jian Shuai suddenly discovered that Xia Yi'an always likes to flirt when people are very emotional, especially inappropriate and appropriate.

I don't know if he is trying to help people change their mood, or he is here for real.In short, he couldn't answer his words.

Judging from these two visits, Jian Shuai deeply realized that he was still not good enough, he was still pure and thin-skinned.

Gotta win it back. The lights on the 8th floor are still out!

On the 8th floor, Jian Shuai grabbed Xia Yian's hand as if nothing had happened, and his bony knuckles rested on his palm. This time Xia Yian didn't take his mobile phone.

Jian Shuai wanted to win back just now, but now holding Xia Yi'an's hand and seeing his blurred shadow in the dark, he doesn't want to win anymore, winning or losing doesn't matter at all.

That shadow carried the typical thinness and stubbornness of a teenager, and there was a kind of indescribable loneliness. Jian Shuai thought about it again and again, but he didn't quite understand it.

Jian Shuai wanted to understand more than winning or losing, "Xia Yi'an, I told you everything about me, but you didn't say anything."

"Walk well." Xia Yi'an said.

As soon as Xia Yi'an finished speaking, Jian Shuai tripped.

He put his arms around Jian Shuai's waist, a faint smell of alcohol rushed over, and his soft lips brushed against his neck, as if he had been electrocuted.

All actions are stopped for a second.

Jian Shuai was angry at Xia Yi'an's avoidance, so he opened his mouth and bit him on the neck.

Xia Yi'an's hand around Jian Shuai's waist pushed hard into his arms, and the man was firmly pressed in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Xia Yi'an's voice trembled.

The lips resting on the neck moved up and moved closer to his ears, and a lazy voice sounded in his ears, "Brother An, tell me about your business."

"You drank too much." Xia Yi'an's voice was quickly covered with ice, "I don't talk to drunks."

"It's fine if you don't say anything, just hug me again." Jian Shuai started to play tricks, since he was already a drunk anyway, so let's do it recklessly.

"Stand up, go home." Xia Yi'an let go of his hand, allowing Jian Shuai to stand firm.

"Tch!" Jian Shuai put his arm around Xia Yi'an's shoulder, and hung it on him again.

It took Xia Yi'an a lot of effort to control himself.When Jian Shuai bit him and asked him in his ear, he almost pushed Jian Shuai against the wall to gag him.

He suppressed the thoughts in his heart violently.What can you do with a drunk man?

What he wants is not to take advantage of the situation or take advantage of it, but a choice that both parties are sober, and this choice must be clear and firm.

He hated the sprawl and chaos of life.His dead father and long-lost mother made his previous life out of track.He wants his future to be aboveboard.

So he will tell him what Jian Shuai wants to know, even if the scar is painful and embarrassing, he is not afraid.but not now.

Jian Shuai lay on the bed, fell asleep in less than a minute, and had a charming dream.

Xia Yi'an got up early the next morning and walked out, and saw Jian Shuai buried in the bathroom rubbing his black panties.

Jian Shuai rubbed the soap bubbles mechanically while thinking about that dream.

The person in the dream couldn't see his face clearly, his voice was low, his fingers were long and thin, and as he stroked his body inch by inch, he trembled one after another.

He seemed to smell a peppermint fragrance.

Jian Shuai did not know where to read it. People's dreams have no color and no smell. What's with the mint smell?

Also, the person who broke into his dream was a man.

Jian Shuai carried his underwear to the balcony to dry, Xia Yi'an followed to the balcony.

"Hey, Xia Yi'an, what's on your neck?" Jian Shuai turned his head after drying his underwear, just in time to see a small circle of red marks on Xia Yi'an's neck, and he leaned forward to study it carefully, " Tooth marks?"

If Jian Shuai didn't say anything, Xia Yi'an would have completely forgotten about it, and he sighed speechlessly, "Well, the dog bit me."

The two smiled face to face.

"Xia Yi'an, I want to ask you something." Jian Shuai habitually leaned against the balcony railing, and immediately realized something, took a few steps inside, sat down on the balcony door, facing the Yangtze River, Two long legs crossed as if in meditation.

Xia Yi'an was originally standing against the balcony wall, but now he walked to Jian Shuai, squatted down, "Speak."

"Do you like mint?" Jian Shuai squinted his eyes and looked at Xia Yi'an, "I wear this smell from head to toe every day."

"It's okay," Xia Yi'an said, "Refresh and stay awake at all times."

"Why isn't the shower gel and shampoo you gave me mint flavor?" Jian Shuai arched forward, with his elbows resting on his knees, and he didn't know what to ask.

"Then I'll give you a change, I still have it at home." Xia Yi'an smiled, "That's all?"

"No, actually that's not what I want to ask." Jian Shuai coughed lightly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Um... did you go to my room last night?"

He didn't wait for Xia Yi'an to answer, as if he was afraid of being interrupted, he continued: "I had a dream yesterday, and I smelled mint. Xia Yi'an, did you go to my room yesterday? gone?"

"Xia Yi'an, I feel weird!"

"Xia Yi'an, how could I dream of a man?"

"Xia Yi'an, I thought I liked Chen Xinyi for a while, and I even went to ask Liu Chuan."

"Xia Yi'an, I thought I liked Chen Xinyi, but I never dreamed about her. I don't want to know anything about her, but I just want to know about you."

"Xia Yi'an, I drank yesterday, and I asked you, but you didn't tell me, did you?"

"Xia Yi'an, how did you know that you like men? When did you know?"

"Xia Yi'an, I can accept that other people like men, but I never thought about putting it on myself."

"Xia Yi'an, don't joke with me in the future, I can easily take it seriously."

"Xia Yi'an..."

The end of Jian Shuai's every sentence slipped down, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Did you dream of me at night?" Xia Yi'an looked up at the panties that Jian Shuai had just hung up.

Black, obediently hanging on the hanger, silent and motionless, as if hiding some secret.

A god of learning is a god of learning, and his ability to focus on key points is first-rate.

Jian Shuai's 10 words are not worth Xia Yi'an's 7 words.