lame brain

After the New Year's Day party, time seemed to be re-installed with a motor, ticking fast.

After the final exam of the sophomore year of high school, after three days of judging the test papers, a short 20-day winter vacation will be ushered in. Although piles and piles of winter vacation homework are handed out, there is still no way to quench their desire for vacation .

Of course, for Jiang Yeqing, the amount of homework doesn't make much difference, especially when he finished his winter vacation homework the next day after seeing his deskmate commenting on the test papers.

It's a pity that when he expressed his desire to borrow Fang Weiming's homework, he was rejected by Fang Weiming, who became more and more like his teacher, who became strict and serious.

Jiang Yeqing: Gradually, I no longer feel the love of my deskmate.

So that night, Jiang Yeqing escaped from prison again, no, he went over the school wall and went to the small apartment that Fang Weiming rented.

In the name of feeling the love of the tablemate, she pressed him down and kissed him very tenderly.

Jiang Yeqing found that he couldn't satisfy himself with just kissing recently, and every time he had to wait for the blood to flow down from him, and for the hard parts to disappear, the time it took was getting longer and longer.

Fire is always easy to stir up, and it will take several times more effort to put it out.

Jiang Yeqing has always felt that there is an extremely hungry beast living in his body. One day the iron cage can no longer be closed, it will break out, find the piece of meat that has tortured him for a long time, and pounce on it Biting until he swallowed it, let him become one with himself, no matter when and where he couldn't leave him.

But now, he can still hold back this terrible desire.

Jiang Yeqing tightened his arms and hugged the person in his arms, groping in the dark, and gave a gentle mouthful to the person's slightly frowning brows.

As long as you accept my embrace, no matter what happens in the future, I will never let you go.

Fang Weiming was having a nightmare.

This is a dream I haven't had since being with that person.

Maybe it's because he's been thinking wildly and walked into the dead end of the relationship between the two of them recently. The dream glimpsed his fear and anxiety, magnified it without limit, and at the same time took advantage of it, trying to do everything possible to disturb his thoughts. .

In his dream, he saw a very long suspension bridge, and a figure on the railing of the bridge fell into the rushing river like a bird without hesitation.

At that moment, he seemed to be transformed into that figure. He felt the torrent, the pain of the cold water submerging his mouth and nose, and the subconscious struggle of his limbs in the water.

After the screen changed, he became the perspective of a bystander again. Following the lead of the person who couldn't see his face clearly, he saw a bed in the cold mortuary. There was a person lying on the bed, covered from head to toe by a white cloth. Strictly.

A voice in his heart shouted to prevent him from removing the white cloth, but at that moment he couldn't control his limbs at all, as if he was bound and stiff, he approached there step by step, and slowly lifted the white cloth a little bit .

An unrecognizable face covered in blisters was revealed, and suddenly the tightly closed eyes on that face opened.

ah!He was taken aback.

The man didn't speak, but it seemed that the familiar voice had echoed in his mind.

"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

……

mother!

Fang Weiming opened his eyes and gasped for a while in shock.

After his breathing slowly calmed down, he straightened up from the bed and saw that it was still dark outside the window, so he took a look at the mobile phone beside the bed.

Four in the morning.

Lying down again, he didn't feel sleepy anymore, or he was afraid of falling into that cold and uncontrollable dream again.

He looked at his empty left half of the bed, and reached out to touch it in a strange way, it was cold.Only then did I gradually realize that it was already winter vacation at this moment, and that person could not appear here.

Probably at this time, he was lying on the bed at home, sleeping with his limbs wide open, he thought, a smile that he didn't know was unconsciously showing on his face because of his own imagination.

Fang Weiming turned over, picked up the phone again, and after unlocking it, the interface of the phone was still stuck on the chat record he had with Jiang Yeqing last night.

Jiang Yeqing: At the same table, you come to my house to play this Spring Festival

Fang Weiming:?

Jiang Yeqing: Just one day is fine!Is it okay?

Fang Weiming:. . . . . .

Fang Weiming: Why?

Jiang Yeqing: ...you at the same table would ask me why, and you always agreed directly before!

Jiang Yeqing: Well, actually, I told my mother that I must bring a daughter-in-law back at the end of the year, so...

Fang Weiming's heart at that time:? ? ? ! ! !

Jiang Yeqing: I asked my brother to pick you up in a car. Hey, didn’t you say that you will stay in your apartment alone this winter vacation? I want to meet you, don't worry, I haven't said anything specific, I just mentioned that you are my good friend and deskmate, and thanks to you, my academic performance is not so ugly during this time...

Jiang Yeqing: If you don't reply to me, it will be assumed that you agreed.

Jiang Yeqing: (offline quickly)

Fang Weiming: ...

Fang Weiming scanned their chat records again, stuffed his head into the quilt and rolled it over, until his face turned even redder before sticking out his head again.

Barefoot, he went to the window and looked out. It was not yet dawn, and it was white outside. There was a thick layer of snow on the trees, on the ground, on the eaves, as if it had snowed all night, but at this time there were dark clouds It has been completely dispersed, and the coolness outside can still be felt through the window. He exhaled, leaving a white mist on the window. He stretched out his fingers, thinking about someone's fingers unconsciously. A love heart was drawn on the white mist.

When he woke up and found out, he immediately blushed and wiped it vigorously with the palm of his hand, and he let out a sigh of relief until the corpse was completely wiped away.

Fang Weiming immediately turned around and started preparing the clothes he was going to wear today.

After he took his time and finally picked out his clothes, after washing and finishing his breakfast, he sat at the dining table and didn't know what to do. He just stared at the phone in a daze. Press it back on again and again.

After an unknown period of time, it suddenly turned on before he could touch it, and it vibrated twice at the same time.

He hurriedly picked it up, like holding a hot potato.

Jiang Yeqing: Are you awake?I'm downstairs with you.

Jiang Yeqing: I'm coming up.

Fang Weiming replied with a hmm, then walked around in a circle with the phone in his hands at a loss, and went back to his room.

He soon heard the sound of the door opening outside, and the familiar footsteps of that person approached slowly.

He saw Jiang Yeqing's face after the door opened.

"Let's go, my brother is waiting for us downstairs." Jiang Yeqing took his hand, "Remember to obediently ask brother to know later?"

Jiang Yeqing pushed the stiff man out of the door, and when he turned back to close the door, he accidentally caught sight of something on the window over there.

It turned out that after the fog that Wei Mingha had passed over the window dried up, it happened that the traces of the things he painted were perfectly restored and appeared.

A very symmetrical heart.

Jiang Yeqing closed the door with a snort, then pressed the back of Fang Weiming's head who looked up blankly wondering what he was laughing at, and slightly lowered his head to kiss it.

Fang Weiming, who was used to being kissed, opened his mouth subconsciously, and he came back to his senses when the man's tongue came in, and struggled slightly with his hands, "Um..."

Jiang Yeqing quickly understood what he meant as if he had understood the telepathy, and said vaguely with his lips in his mouth, "Don't worry about making him wait, I fucking want to kiss you right now..."

Fang Weiming: "..."

Never being able to fight against this man, he closed his eyes helplessly, allowing his tongue to drive straight in and occupy most of the territory in his mouth.

There seemed to be a warm current flowing from the tip of the heart, and then flowing back.

The belated morning light shone on their cheeks, giving them a hint of warmth.

【journal】

(Every time I toss and turn and suffer from insomnia, I get up and draw straight characters.)

Right right right right...

……

I miss him so much.

Is he thinking of me too?

……