Straight Men Taming

When Song Zhe returned to the room at night, Wang Cheng was already lying on the tatami.

Hearing the sound of his coming back, Wang Cheng was not as enthusiastic as usual, but just propped himself up and smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm back." But he didn't dare to look at him.

"Yeah." Song Zhe responded with a gentle smile, still blushing on his face.

Wang Cheng lay down again and turned his back to Song Zhe. Although Song Zhe was surprised by Wang Cheng's actions, he didn't make a sound. He was afraid of disturbing Wang Cheng's rest, so he put on his pajamas and lay down lightly.

The past few days have been hugging and sleeping, but today Wang Cheng turned his back to him, Song Zhe stretched out his hand several times, but clenched his fist and put it down again.

Wang Cheng deliberately distanced himself from Song Zhe on the bed, what happened just now was too frightening for him, he really didn't dare to act rashly again.

How could he do such a thing? Wang Cheng blamed himself when he thought of the upsurge of sex just now. Song Zhe was his best friend and the most important person besides his mother. How could he be so beastly.

Wang Cheng was so flustered that he couldn't fall asleep, Song Zhe was right behind him, he could even hear Song Zhe's even breathing, and when he closed his eyes, that beautiful body was imprinted in his mind again.

He felt parched, and wanted to turn over to look at Song Zhe, but he hesitated to act, his lower body had obviously just vented his desire, and now it was slightly stiff again.

Wang Cheng was shocked, clamped his thighs tightly, and distanced himself from Song Zhe again.

Song Zhe's body fragrance faintly wafted in the air, and his lower body gradually became like a stone.

This can't go on like this anymore, this thought flashed in Wang Cheng's mind, and he immediately sat up, Song Zhe looked at him for no reason.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhe asked timidly, he didn't know why Wang Cheng was so restless all of a sudden.

"I...I'm going to the toilet, you sleep first." After saying this, Wang Cheng got up in a panic and hid in the bathroom.

Song Zhe looked at Wang Cheng's figure, his eyes were covered with grievances, did he do something wrong, or was he discovered by him in the hot spring pool...

Song Zhe pursed his lips, feeling a little sad in his heart, maybe Wang Cheng got bored with him and kept tabooing his own sexuality.

He lay on the pillow, breathing in Wang Cheng's breath greedily, and slowly curled up into a ball.

Wang Cheng sat on the toilet for a long time before he finally calmed down, gradually fading the inexplicable heat from his body.

He closed his eyes and meditated, thinking that he must have reacted to Song Zhe in such a beastly way since he hadn't touched a woman for a long time. Thinking of Song Zhe's trust in him, he felt guilty.

He obviously wanted to compensate Song Zhe, but now that he was like this, wouldn't he want to destroy the friendship they had re-established with great difficulty.

Wang Cheng shook his head and sighed deeply for a while.

When Song Zhe couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep, Wang Cheng tiptoed out of the bathroom and lay back on the bed.

Song Zhe's sleeping face was peaceful and gentle, Wang Cheng stretched out his hand and gently brushed the broken hair on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."

After four o'clock in the morning of the second day, Wang Cheng got up first, woke up Song Zhe, and went to the top of Mount Fuji to watch the sunrise together.

Song Zhe was sleeping drowsily, saying yes, but sat up and fell down limply.

Wang Cheng was so amused by his lazy cat appearance that he had no choice but to sit on the bed with Song Zhe in his arms, helped him change his clothes, and half pushed him to the sink to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Song Zhe picked up the toothbrush and stuffed it into his mouth ignorantly, then leaned against Wang Cheng and fell asleep. Wang Cheng could only help him brush his teeth back and forth with a chuckle, and then wipe his face with a towel.

It wasn't until the two of them got into the car that Song Zhe slowly woke up. He looked around and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Take you to sell." Angry and funny, Wang Cheng decided to tease the kitten.

"Huh?" Song Zhe faced the dark mountain road outside the window, and there was no car in the mountain, but it was a bit gloomy. He asked dumbfoundedly, "Are there blind bears in Japan?"

"Hahahahaha," Wang Cheng couldn't stop laughing, and he looked at Song Zhe and said, "There are no blind bears in Japan, but there are rip girls, snow girls, and mother-in-law and civet cats. Do you want me to take you away?" To whom?"

"No, no, no," Song Zhe thought of the terrifying picture of these monsters, and quickly waved his hands and said nervously, "Don't sell me in the mountains, master, let the servants serve you all the time~~" He said coquettishly city ​​arm.

"Hahahaha, it's so itchy." Wang Cheng shrank his neck from being rubbed by him, and scolded with a smile, "You little lazy cat, you tormented me to death in the morning."

"Wrong, wrong, the Lun family is lying in bed." Song Zhe said embarrassedly, sticking out his tongue.

"You~~" Wang Cheng has always been unable to resist his cuteness, and stretches out his hand to pinch his nose as punishment.

Song Zhe was relieved to see that Wang Cheng no longer had the strange behavior of last night. As long as Wang Cheng is by his side, even if the ambiguity continues, it doesn't matter to him.

He has never been greedy.

When the two reached the top of the mountain, it was still dark. Wang Cheng supported Song Zhe, fearing that his feet would slip, and walked to the viewing platform step by step, waiting for the sunrise.

The temperature on the top of the snow-capped mountain was several degrees lower than that in the city. Song Zhe was so cold that he rubbed his palms to keep warm. Wang Cheng held his hands, kept rubbing them to breathe for him, and asked with a smile, "Are you feeling better, cold?" not cold?"

"Well, it's not cold." Song Zhe was agitated by his actions, and a sweet smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, the afterglow of the sun gradually rose from the horizon, and the faint brilliance had gradually dyed the fish-belly white into a faint red.

They were attracted by this picture, and turned their heads to look at the red eastern sun with full concentration.

Like a flame, like a crescent moon, like a bright mirror, it slowly rises in the sky and slowly emits a vast light, sweeping away the haze and gloom of the night, and a bright world is displayed in front of the two of them.

Song Zhe couldn't move his eyes away from the stunning scenery for a moment, and he couldn't help muttering: "It's so beautiful..."

Wang Cheng clenched his hand tightly, his eyes were also brightened by this magnificent picture, and he couldn't help but admire: "It's really beautiful, it's really my luck to see such a scene."

"Well," Song Zhe raised the corner of his mouth, and his eyes showed hope: "I really hope to see it again in the future."

Wang Cheng turned his head to look at Song Zhe, the afterglow of the sun reflected on Song Zhe's soft profile, as if he had been coated with a layer of gold, so beautiful that Wang Cheng felt unreal, "If you like, I bring you here every year." Wang Cheng said seriously.

Song Zhe also turned his head, met Wang Cheng's gentle gaze, and said with a slight smile, "What if you have a partner?"

Wang Cheng was taken aback by this question, and he almost subconsciously answered: Even if you are married, the most important thing is still you.

But he felt a little sour in his heart, and after a while he said: "If we get married in the future, we will bring them with us. Family is always the most important thing."

Song Zhe laughed dumbfounded, family is the most important thing, and he is just a friend.

The hand was still held by Wang Cheng, but his fingertips were still cold.

He turned his head to look at the sunlight, the newborn sun warmed the sky golden, but it couldn't warm his heart anymore.

"Have you heard a song?" Song Zhe asked in a daze.

Wang Cheng noticed Song Zhe's loss, held him firmly with both hands, and said in a low voice, "What song."

"Under Mount Fuji." Song Zhe still didn't turn his head, looking at Guanghui, wondering what he was thinking.

"No." Wang Cheng shook his head.

Song Zhe smiled: "Forget it." After a pause, he said: "Let's go down the mountain."

Turning around, Song Zhe took out his hand and walked down the mountain.

Wang Cheng hadn't heard this song before, so he didn't know that it was written by the lyricist for his lover.

I have been waiting for my lover under Mount Fuji for a long time, but I still can't wait for him to come, so I have this love song.

The voice seemed to be flowing in a mountain stream, and the singer's hoarse and deep voice was very melodious:

Forgive me for not sending flowers anymore

wounds should heal

The petals are all over the heart, only the cemetery is afraid

If you don't marry me

each other will eventually be cremated

There is a price for waiting a day for a lifetime

Song Zhe continued to walk forward, and when he reached the side of the car, he sat in. Snowflakes fell from the top of the mountain, and the tree branches were dyed white after a while. He kept looking out the window, and Lian Wangcheng got on the car and drove away. Never looked back.

The car drove down the mountain slowly, and the snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the song seemed to be still singing.

wandered along the snowy road

why cry for good things

Who can privately own Mount Fuji with love

why not feel the sadness

Assumptions come from your fiction

The two of them were very silent along the way, but Song Zhe remembered his high school days in the bumps.

At that time, Song Zhe was always shy and weak. After school, he silently followed Wang Cheng and let him take him home.

One day on the way from school, I met two or three delinquent teenagers in the county and blocked their way.

"Hey, two little classmates, get out of class is just over." One of the young men with yellow hair said in a ruffian way.

Wang Cheng subconsciously protected Song Zhe behind him, glared at them and asked, "What are you going to do!"

"Heh," Huang Mao smiled disdainfully, and said arrogantly, "Nothing, I asked you for some pocket money."

"We don't have any money, so if you are sensible, get out of the way." Wang Cheng stared at them without fear, and secretly clenched his fists.

Several people looked at each other, sneered wildly, and said viciously: "What if we don't let it go?"

"Don't let me..." Wang Cheng pulled Song Zhe out of the dangerous range with his hand, turned his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Then don't blame me for being rude."

After finishing speaking, Huang Mao led a few people to fight Wang Cheng.

Song Zhe looked at the wrestling people in panic, and wanted to go up to help, but he couldn't do anything.

He watched as Wang Cheng raised his fist again and again, hitting these people fiercely, gradually gaining the upper hand from being besieged, but the corner of his mouth was also smeared with blood.

Song Zhe shouted in shock, wanting to go over and hold Wang Cheng, he wanted to protect Wang Cheng, but when he rushed over, Wang Cheng pulled him into his arms to resist the fists of those people.

Wang Cheng whispered to him: "You go to the side and wait for me, don't come over."

After speaking, he pushed Song Zhe away, and turned to face Huang Mao and the others.

Song Zhe stood by and anxiously didn't know what to do. He watched Wang Cheng throw Huang Mao and the others to the ground one by one, and finally had to run away in embarrassment.

Wang Cheng turned his head to look at Song Zhe brightly, smiling brightly like a rainbow.

"I'm victorious." Wang Cheng shouted happily.

Song Zhe walked over tremblingly, hugged Wang Cheng, and tears instantly soaked his eyes.

"Fool...Fool..." He broke down in tears, touched the place where Wang Cheng was hanging the lottery with distress, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Hiss..." Wang Cheng yelled when Song Zhe's finger touched the wound, but he still smiled brightly in the next second: "It doesn't hurt, I beat them all away, I'm amazing."

Song Zhe stared at his bruised nose and swollen face, but it seemed to radiate light in the afterglow of the evening.

It was only later that I realized that Wang Cheng had taken root in my heart since then, taking root and sprouting, and vines covered all the past.

When separated from the memory, Song Zhe closed his eyes, leaned on the back cushion, and asked himself a question seriously:

Do you still like him, like you did back then.

Song Zhe smiled wryly as he looked out the window at the colorful snow scene.

So what if you like it, and what if you don't like it.

Even if you never forget him, you can only bury him in your heart.

because,

I must not make the same mistakes again.

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