Run away after flirting with the male god

Yang Fan didn't dare to cry and howl, he and Song Bai crawled and put on their clothes and walked out slowly. Shen Shulin stared at them with a blank expression on his face, pointing his hand: "You guys, what do you want me to say!"

Seeing Song Zhongguo's ashen face again, Yang Fan wanted to explain: "We didn't..."

"Shut up! Go down and stand!"

Yang Fan obediently was pushed downstairs by the two old men. He felt that he was a criminal rushing to the execution ground to wait for execution. He picked up his pants and fastened the zipper, stood next to Song Bai and stabbed him: "It's all your fault."

Song Bai grabbed the hand with a straight face: "Grandpa is angry, I will coax you later."

"Who wants you to coax me?" Just as the voice fell to the buttocks, there was a twitch, "Oh!"

Song Zhongguo swung two sticks at the two dishonest people who were punished to stand, and separated them with crutches, urging Yang Fan: "You stand there, you are not allowed to stand together."

Yang Fan touched the whipped buttocks and thighs so he didn't dare to speak, he limped to the other side and stood up.At first he was aggrieved, but after seeing Song Baina's situation, he felt a little sympathetic to him. Song Zhongguo treated his own grandson like a soldier, and he asked Song Bai to stand straight with his hands in his pants.

And what he asked of Yang Fan was to hold his head up high.

As soon as the slack is released, it is directly pumped on the stick.

"The two men don't wear their clothes well in broad daylight, and you are on the bed... Alas!" Song Zhongguo expressed his hatred for iron and steel, almost poking a hole in the ground with his crutches. ?”

Shen Shulin stood on the side with a sullen face, and waited for Song Zhongguo to leave before he poked his grandson's head: "Let your grandpa see it, so that he can get used to the fact that you are together." He directed Yang Fana to look over there.

When Song Bai saw it, he sneaked over immediately, and Yang Fan was startled: "What the hell are you doing?"

"What are you doing? You haven't put on your pants properly, and your underwear is showing." Song Bai lowered his voice and hurriedly tucked Yang Fan's shirt into his pants to block the bright red part.

"Ahem, what are you doing behind my back!"

Song Bai closed his eyes and stood back.

Yang Fan turned his head and looked at the distance between himself and Song Bai. Parting was like a long stick. He was on this side and Song Bai was on the other side. Parting when I was a child was...

Just as he was trying to sublimate his artistic point, the doorbell rang.

Yang Fan turned his head back abruptly and then asked Song Bai with his eyes: Everyone is here to pay New Year's greetings and still stand?

Song Zhongguo slapped the table angrily: "Stand up for me and don't move!"

Yang Fan stood up with a sad face, okay, anyway, it's okay if people don't know him.

Unfortunately, the person who came was none other than Su Yide.

Su Yide comes to dinner every year. His daughters are either abroad or working without sleep and food. For him, the Chinese New Year seems to be nothing special except for the lively atmosphere. Coming here to chat with old friends is to relieve boredom and to take the opportunity to give others Take your pulse and check your physical condition. When you get old, you are afraid of death and become very regretful about life.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw two people standing at the corner of the balcony, and Su Yide froze for a moment: "Who is this?"

Shen Shulin looked embarrassed: "Grandson."

"Two grandchildren?" The figure on the right seems familiar.

Shen Shulin simply said, "My grandson-in-law."

"Ah?" Su Yide couldn't figure out what's wrong with the young people nowadays, did they collude with each other to engage in radical activities?Thinking about being surrounded by homosexuals, the old man's head began to ache, and he looked at the back of the thinner man more and more familiarly. He walked over and saw that he was an acquaintance, "Yang Fan!"

"Teacher..." No matter how many times I recited Amitabha in my heart, Yang Fan wiped his nose and cleaned up the weeds on his head. It's embarrassing to show people this kind of sloppy image during the Chinese New Year. He didn't lift his head but his face and neck were red A large piece.

Song Bai apologized from behind, "Grandpa Su."

Grandpa Su said that the heart of the elderly is not very good. He covered his heart and sat on the sofa for a long time without straightening his thread: "This...isn't Yang Fan my apprentice? Why...how did you become your grandson and grandson-in-law again." The three words grandson-in-law Almost didn't wrap his tongue around it.

Song Zhongguo snorted and laid out the chessboard: "Two unsatisfactory things will make people angry during the Chinese New Year."

The old friend is not an outsider. Song Zhongguo briefly explained the matter while playing chess. Su Yide looked at Yang Fan differently, and immediately put on the attitude of an old patriarch and joined the team to teach the two of them.

"You said you child, you don't know how to control this aspect."

control what?

Yang Fan was aggrieved by picking up the fabric of his pants, and they didn't do anything. The pure ones were purer than white paper. After being repeatedly taught by the three of them, his head became lower and lower. It was Shen Shulin who let them stand for two hours and then let them go: "Go up quickly." Take a shower before coming down."

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Yang Fan leaned on the door frame and looked at Song Bai: "Why don't you blush."

"Why are you blushing?" Song Bai wiped his face and raised his head to look at Yang Fan's face, his eyes swept aggressively from top to bottom, "You are the one with bare legs."

"I'm going to fight you hard!" Yang Fan flung himself up, but Song Bai held him in his arms.

Song Bai patted the other party's upturned buttocks, bowed his head and kissed him: "It's okay, we are all one family, besides, grandpa beat me very hard."

With an intense embarrassment on his face, Yang Fan looked into the man's deep eyes and stayed in his arms discouragedly: "I don't blame me for what happened today, who let you sleep in my red envelope."

"Well, I'm to blame." Song Bai supported Yang Fan's buttocks and made him hang on his body like a koala. The old man was fine with hitting him anyway, but he was used to it anyway, but it felt a little distressed when he hit Yang Fan. After being on the red for a long time, he just opened his pants when he heard Yang Fan's gasp, "Relax, I'll give you some medicine."

"It's not that I can't accept it, but I think it's too embarrassing. What do the two old people think of us?" Hungry son-in-law?

Song Bai's thin lips gradually pursed into a very light arc, his eyes were full of doting when he smiled, and he would only dote on Yang Fan in his life.

"What can you think? It's probably the unbearable body longing of the newlyweds in the morning." His voice became softer as he kissed Yang Fan.

Yang Fan didn't refuse, and half-closed his eyes to see that Song Bai's facial features became more and more tough after being sculpted outside, and his temperament became stronger and more mature. The person in front of him and Song Bai who was holding his corpse and crying bitterly in his memory finally overlapped completely, and his heart seemed to be overwhelmed. The person covered him and then the rising mist was filled with the scent of the other party. He climbed onto Song Bai's body and hugged his neck, feeling a little cold in his lower back. He grinned: "I am innocent."

"I'm innocent to you. It's not you who takes off your clothes and rubs in my arms every time." Song Bai put people gently on the bed, rubbed his nose against his lover's neck and complained one by one in a deep voice, "Flirt at me every day. It's not you who catches my eye, it's not you who hooks me every day, huh?"

"Stop framing me." Yang Fan contemptuously poked the man's abdominal muscles and would not admit it anyway, but his face was red and his ears were red, revealing his uneasy heart.Stretching his legs between Song Bai's legs and rubbing against him, he couldn't help hugging him.

"Well, you're not the one who plays hooligans every day." Song Bai smiled deeply, and Yang Fan's ears went numb before he was slapped at the mouth before he could refute, feeling his whole body was hot and mushy.

"Yang Fan, Song Bai, why don't you guys come down, what kind of western scenery is there upstairs!" The old man shouted angrily from the stairs.

It was too late and then soon, Yang Fan immediately pushed Song Bai away and stood up, his back hurt so much that he smacked his mouth immediately.

Song Bai was a little dissatisfied, but he quickly rubbed the medicine on him, and sneaked another kiss before leaving the room.

Shen Shulin had a guest at home and prepared a lot of dishes. Song Bai was chatting and playing chess with the two old people in the living room, and Yang Fan was helping Shen Shulin in the kitchen. In fact, Song Bai wanted to help cook by himself, but...Yang Fan refused thoroughly. , he felt guilty and blushed for what happened in the morning, as long as he saw the upright faces of Su Yide and Song Zhongguo, he wanted to kneel down.

Grandma Shen couldn't hold back Yang Fan, so she asked him to wash the vegetables, chatting casually: "Does your back hurt?"

Yang Fan's hand for picking vegetables paused: "It doesn't hurt."

"You young people, please be restrained, and ask your teacher to prescribe some medicine for your body at night."

Yang Fan's head was almost lowered into the pool, he hesitated and said: "We didn't have this morning..."

"Hey, you don't need to explain, I'm also young, so how can I not know, you guys are just different genders, grandma doesn't laugh at you."

Next, Yang Fan answered cautiously for fear of mentioning his kidney function again.

Busy until the end of lunch, Su Yide suggested whether to play mahjong, and Grandpa Song also agreed, so the four men gathered together to play mahjong, and Song Bai won all the money.

"I'm not lucky today, I'm always going to lose." Grandpa Song took out his pocket for nothing.

Su Yide's face was also a little embarrassing: "We can't beat you."

"Where, I'm lucky today." Song Bai took out a fortune and put it on the table, and said lightly, "Nonsense."

"Oh, stop playing, stop playing, I can't beat this kid."

Yang Fan played mahjong to set off, and he immediately held back his laughter when he saw the two elderly people slumped.

"It's getting late, I'll leave first, Lao Song, remember not to get angry, and be careful of high blood pressure." Su Yide straightened his clothes and got up to leave.

Yang Fan and Song Bai sent people to the door. When they opened the door, they found that it was snowing, and the ground was already white, and it was shining silver under the streetlight. point."

"Well, remember to complete the task on time."

Yang Fan smiled and said, "It must be done on time."

Su Yide left, and the lively living room suddenly became quiet again. Yang Fan scratched his fingers and wondered why it was so deserted even though it was the second year of junior high school.

He didn't dare to ask, watching Song Zhongguo watching TV on the sofa and carefully serving a pot of tea: "Is grandpa bored at home?"

"Not boring." He sounded kind, and Grandpa Song also poured a cup of tea for Yang Fan, "There are old comrades and good friends nearby, so why are you bored?"

Flattered, Yang Fan took the tea and quickly took a sip, frowning and wanting to slap himself, it was too hot.

"You are so stupid, why does my grandson fall in love with you!" Grandpa Song held the teacup in one hand, and put the other hand neatly on his knee, looking at him straight and serious.

Yang Fan lowered his head: "Probably... I am good-looking."

Grandpa Song suddenly sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I can have a heart attack when I chat with you. Does the beating hurt you today?"

"It's not very painful."

Yang Fan's hanging heart finally let go, and he pretended to chat with the old man about the news for a while, and was praised in the end, but he didn't know that what he said was all stolen from Song Bai.

After dinner, Yang Fan lay in the quilt and waited for Song Bai to go to bed. It was snowing heavily outside. He came here to live with Song Bai as a matter of course. It was only natural for him to lie on the bed that Song Bai slept in since he was a child. The bed was a 1.8-meter double bed. , The carpenter's craftsmanship is good and there is no problem at all after so many years. Shen Shulin saw the temperature drop at night and moved the quilt up. As soon as he entered the door, he saw red underwear lying on the bed with an ouch, put down the quilt and hit Yang Fan.

"These don't stack up and put away."

Yang Fan thought that the cleanliness of Song Bai's house must be relatively strict, so he hurriedly got up and prepared to fold, but thought that he would be naked without pajamas, so he silently put on Song Bai's pullover sweater for training.

"You don't need to get up, I'm just embarrassed by the color."

When Grandma Shen said that, Yang Fan blushed almost to the same color as his underwear. Also, who would have thought that two big men would wear big red underwear.

"Just turn on the air conditioner if you think it's cold, don't listen to Song Bai's advice to turn it on for a while, he's been picky since he was a child!"

Yang Fan leaned his head on the soft quilt and said with a smile, "Thank you grandma."

Shen Shulin was amused when she heard it. Her first impression of Yang Fan was that of a shy and good-looking boy. Hearing that he always said thank you, she felt that he was polite. She patted Yang Fan's hand and held it with some emotion: "Song Bai has been bored since he was a child, and he doesn't like to communicate with people. But this time I came back and found that he has changed. I think it is your credit. Your grandfather is usually so fierce. Don't be afraid of him. He has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. You are still worried and ask me if I will hurt someone."

Yang Fan shook his head in enjoyment: "It doesn't hurt." In fact, he said in his heart that it should be Song Bai who should be hurt.

But it is obvious that Grandma Shen has forgotten her grandson.

The bed was warm and there was no need to turn on the electric blanket. After Grandma Shen left, Yang Fan took off the sweater under the quilt again. Song Bai came out of the bathroom and saw Yang Fan throwing the clothes out with his bare arms. He pursed his lips and smiled slightly. There is a smile in the eyes.

"I heard grandma's voice when I was taking a shower." As soon as I got into the quilt, a person squeezed into my arms.

Yang Fan looked at Song Bai and narrowed his eyes into a crescent shape: "She brought a quilt and told me about your childhood."

Those eyes are more moving than the bright moon in the sky. Song Bai rubbed the edge of his panties and pointed in. The new panties are tighter. He rubbed the stretch mark and hugged Yang Fan tightly: "I shouldn't have any dark eyes when I was young." history."

"Say you're very picky, and let me not be pressured by you to work hard."

"This is definitely not what my grandma said." Song Bai said it frankly, and then dug out another set of woolen sweaters of his own to put on Yang Fan. The two people's bodies were different, and Yang Fan's clothes were like a child stealing an adult's clothes. The body is slumped over, revealing half of the shoulders, and the dark gray sweater complements the whiteness of the skin, not to mention how fragrant/flashy the scene is.Song Bai quickly wrapped him up in a quilt, and said with regret on his face, "I told you not to wear more clothes."

Yang Fan was shy and indifferent, but instead stretched out his arms to hug him, turned over and faced the man face to face, his breath intertwined together seemed lingering and tender, he asked softly: "It's the second day of the new year, why is no one coming to your house to pay New Year's greetings?" New Year's Eve It's okay for everyone to be at home on the first day of the new year, but there is still no one at home on the second day of the new year. He doesn't believe that Song Bai's family has no relatives.

"The relationship is severed." Song Bai said in a very light tone, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Ah?" Yang Fan held his head up very curiously.

The air-conditioning was brought into the quilt, Song Bai rubbed him in his arms helplessly, "My grandpa is the youngest child, he has two older brothers and one older sister, you know my grandpa is a soldier, he and Grandma got married late, so the child will also be late. It is said that my grandma almost died of dystocia when she gave birth, and grandpa lay on her bed and said that we only want this one child. He is a soldier and he will do what he says. "

Surrounded by Song Bai's aura, Yang Fan could hear the other party's admiration and respect for his grandfather. He poked the man's chest: "And then?"

"It's strange to say that my grandpa's brothers and sisters all gave birth to sons. They also think that boys are more important. Sometimes family dinners intentionally or unintentionally let grandma have another one, but they don't have one. My mother was in poor health when she was young. It became a big disadvantage, and they said that grandma can only give birth to daughters but not sons."

Yang Fan raised his head: "Patriarchal."

Song Bai lowered his head and just kissed him, then hummed and said: "Then grandpa stopped interacting with them. Later, when the family developed, they also took the initiative to ask for peace, but grandpa didn't agree, and cut off the relationship directly from the source, then I There is no connection between my mother’s generation and my generation.”

"It's really a love." Yang Fan would have to admit that he was moved by Song Zhongguo if he was stupid, "It's my brother anyway."

"But his brother is talking about his wife." Song Bai put Yang Fan's cold hands outside into the quilt to cover them, rubbed them in his palms, and said seriously, "It's the same for me."

"Don't expect me to praise you." With a twitch of his hand and turning over, Yang Fan pointed his butt at him.

Song Bo buried his head on Yang Fan's neck and suppressed a smile: "I'm telling the truth."

Yang Fan turned his back to Song Bai, his heart was beating like a drum, his heart was beating like a drum, his wrist was around his waist, Yang Fan slowly groped and then interlocked his fingers, a warm touch came from his shoulder, he turned his head and saw that his lips were kissed.

Gentle and caring with care and pity, Yang Fan held his breath and never felt so fragile. In Song Bai's arms, he was forever protected as a flower in the greenhouse, "Song Bai..."

Song Bai panted heavily and raised his hand to turn off the light. The smell on Yang Fan's body was very refreshing, always cool like mint in summer.

"Fanfan, we are your family."

Yang Fan put his head on Song Bai's chest, and said in a low voice, "Yes, I know." The beauty in his heart, he hugged Song Bai's neck in the dark and kissed him on the face, ruining the atmosphere, "Every year we come back for the New Year, not only During the Chinese New Year, I usually come back more often.”

He leaned on the man's body and gradually breathed evenly, his body became limp, but the strength of his arms around the man's neck did not decrease at all.

Song Bai felt that he was holding a big cat in his arms. While Yang Fan was asleep, he silently kneaded his meaty, white-faced steamed bun-like buttocks. It didn't take long for him to realize that he was taking advantage of others. He smiled in a low voice, pulled the quilt tightly around Yang Fan, and turned over carefully. Put your arms around it instead: "Good night."

Since the third year of junior high school, the taste of the new year has faded. Yang Fan practiced Tai Chi with Song Zhongguo when he had nothing to do at home. His posture was not standard and he often got supercilious, but he continued with a smile every time.There is a saying that is good to reach out and not hit the smiling face. Song Zhongguo held his breath in his heart until he got used to it, and in the afternoon he began to guide Yang Fan with a pleasant face. He looked at the time and said, "I have time to meet Song Bai's mother. "

Yang Fan didn't react at first, and hurriedly said, "I remember."

"Your body is really not strong. If you have nothing to do at home, practice with Song Bai more. Look at how strong Song Bai's body is." The old man tried to preach again, but he didn't open the door when the doorbell rang. It was Shen Shulin who opened the door.

But the door seems to have been open for a long time.

"Dad, Mom, Happy New Year." Zhao Limin smiled apologetically and filled the table with all kinds of skin care products, bent down in a low voice and didn't even dare to lift his head. Yang Fan looked at him strangely, apparently not knowing what was going on.

Song Zhongguo lost control of his emotions from the moment he saw the middle-aged man. He raised his crutches and threw it at him, beating and shouting.

"What face do you have to come here, who is your father and who is your mother! You shameless thing!"

Shen Shulin cried and wanted to stop his wife, but the little red flower in his hair fell to Yang Fan's feet in the dawdling.

"Why do you come here to live your good life? Our whole family doesn't welcome you!"

The voice of the old man was accompanied by collapse and despair. They were reminded of the saddest memory. They hated for so many years when this person stood in front of them, wishing they could cut him alive.

"Man Yin is gone, I am not a good husband or a good father, now I want to make it up to you, Dad, Mom, I sincerely beg for your forgiveness."

"Forgive me? Forgive you for cheating on my mistress when my daughter was pregnant. Forgive you for bringing her in and out of the house in a fair manner, or for the fact that you killed her! Get the hell out of me! What compensation do you have? Can you return my daughter? Give it to me? How did you promise when we handed over Manin to you! Get carried away once you have money, and we will never forgive you even if we die, get out!"

Yang Fan watched Zhao Limin being pushed out the door by the two, and then all the skin care products on the table were thrown outside.

The harmonious and warm atmosphere suddenly became gloomy and sad. Song Zhongguo went into the study alone and no one was seen. Yang Fan took the little red flower and pinned it gently on Shen Shulin's head.

Shen Shulin smiled apologetically at Yang Fan, restrained the collapse in his heart and said hoarsely: "I let you see a joke."

"Grandma, I know all about it."

At this point, Shen Shulin sat on the sofa and sobbed unbearably, she was suppressed even crying, wiping her tears with wrinkled hands, trying to restore her strong side, but her daughter was her weakness, she fell into extreme sorrow, Unable to express the pain in his heart, he said in despair, "It's all a crime!"

Yang Fan didn't know how to comfort him, so he sat on the side and supported the old man with a heavy expression on his face.

Song Bai quietly followed Zhao Limin out.

When Zhao Limin saw his son behind him through the car window, he immediately showed joy, but he turned around and waited for him to be punched.

With a bang, it hit the man directly on the left side of the face.

There was a scream in the car, and a rich woman in a mink coat came out and scolded exaggeratedly: "You even beat your father!"

Song Bai stood aside, took out a tissue, wiped his hands and sneered, "Bring mistress to mother's house, this is what you call begging for forgiveness."

The woman was ashamed and angry.

Zhao Limin rubbed the left side of his face angrily: "Zhao Bai!"

"Take your woman and get out of here. I've said some things once and I don't want to say them a second time. My surname is Song, not Zhao." Before he left, he glanced at the woman, and he watched her dodge with a blank expression. Show fear.

"I won't compete with your son for family property, you can rest assured."