A letter from a strange man

"Mom, I can be more obedient, don't leave me." Xiao Jingling hugged Jing Hong's leg tightly, her eyes fixed on the woman's face stubbornly.

Jing Hong would pick him up every time, shake him until she looked at him with a smile, and then rubbed his nose: "Silly baby, why did mom leave you, mom loves elves the most. "

He is sensitive, and has been since a very young age.

He always had a feeling that Jing Hong would leave him one day, but he never thought that Jing Hong would leave him forever.

His gentle mother always had empty eyes, almost unfluctuated emotions, and a soul that drifted far away.

It wasn't until later that he realized that his fate had long been doomed.Destiny always likes to joke. He inherited her deep love, and he also had that emptiness.

He always dreamed of such a scene, the snow-white tiles, permeated with the dazzling red, lying in a pool of blood The woman is his mother, at the last moment of her life, still wearing the pair of dancing shoes from 20 years ago .

He also dreamed of a nice male voice whispering in his ear: "Good boy."

He suddenly opened his eyes, and this similar scene seemed to reappear yesterday.

Familiar yet unfamiliar ceilings, custom-made murals of the universe starry sky occupying a large area of ​​the wall, and rows of vinyl records placed on shelves.

This is Zhang Hui's home, and he is lying on Zhang Hui's bed again.

It has been a month before and after, and their relationship seems to have undergone some changes, as if they are closer than when they first met again.This unexpected intimacy made him both at a loss and obsessed.

Thinking of this, Jing Ling's face became a little hot, he felt that he was too shameless, and he was so drunk in front of him that he didn't know he was a guest, and he was greedy for pleasure.

He covered his hot face with shame with the quilt, he smelled the smell of chapters on the quilt, then wrapped himself in the quilt, rolled slightly, he was afraid that the people downstairs would hear sound.

How can I be so happy.Last month, his life was still so dull, but this month it has turned upside down.

Every time he gets closer to Zhang Hui, his world will add a color, which will not be so gorgeous and bright, but will make him think every day that the day after tomorrow will be better.

It will no longer be a hopeless career.

As if he suddenly realized something, he slowly lifted the quilt and found that he was actually wearing pajamas, which was Zhang Hui's pajamas.

When he was not familiar with him last time, he would be kindly taken home after drinking and relying on others. Last night, he seemed to be able to imagine this ending, so he made himself more drunk.

His face is hotter, he is such a scheming boy.

Zhang Hui not only took him home this time, but also changed his clothes, which was a more considerate move after getting to know him well.

When he thought of Zhang Hui taking off his clothes and putting them back on for him, he felt a rush of blood rushing to his head, and another rushing to his unspeakable parts.

Why is he so dirty? He can't think about that kind of thing on Zhang Hui's bed. If he is found out, he won't have the face to see Zhang Hui again.

He forced himself to let go and not think about anything. After the arrogant desire subsided, he was already sweating profusely. Then he remembered that he was still on Zhang Hui's bed. He was awake and still clinging to it. He really didn't want Face.

What about chapters?The bed looked like he had slept alone.

He stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, and he looked down the second floor. Zhang Hui was standing in front of the bar, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and rubbing his hair with a towel in the other.

He looks like he just finished a bath, his hair is half wet, and the water droplets swaying in the air look a little crystal clear, his upper body is naked, his muscles are well defined, not exaggerated, he is strong from years of exercise, his abdominal muscles and the lines of a mermaid line Smooth, the water droplets on it have not been wiped dry, with a sexy luster, and the lower body is casually put on trousers, which is sexy and lazy.

Jing Ling felt her breathing burning hot and her heart beating faster. He was too shy to look at it, but he couldn't take his eyes off the scene.

Zhang Hui seemed to feel something, he saw Jing Ling's protruding head on the second floor, her little face was a little flushed, and there was a strand of hair on top of her head that was raised up playfully.

He squinted his eyes slightly and looked at him: "I'm awake, I still don't go downstairs to help."

He saw the head retract immediately, and then heard the sound of "Dangdangdang" going downstairs.

Zhang Hui looked at the toast being made and smiled.

He knew that his atmosphere was a little ambiguous last night, but he hadn't thought it through yet.

He admits that he has a good impression of Jing Ling, but he still doesn't know how much he likes and how much guilt is in this good feeling.

He can fall in love with anyone with this kind of affection, but that person must not be Jing Ling.

He deeply knows that if he can't get rid of all distracting thoughts except liking, that kind of liking will hurt Jing Ling further.

That little idiot got drunk in his arms again unprepared. Looking at his cute sleeping face, he pointed his finger at the tip of his nose helplessly: "What should I do with you?"

When he was about to leave, he ran into Brother Wang, who teased him: "Oh, the beauty is in my arms!"

But he glanced at the person in his arms again, and then looked again, as if he was recalling something, hesitantly said: "It's him?"

Zhang Hui was puzzled: "Brother Wang knows Xiao Jing?"

Brother Zhao waved his hand: "No, it's just that he used to come here to drink alone. He didn't look very happy, but he wasn't drunk like this."

Zhang Hui looked at the drunk but well-behaved man in his arms, and his tone was full of indulgence that he didn't realize: "He faints when he's drunk, maybe he knows it himself."

He took him back to his home again, he was afraid that no one would take care of him when he was drunk, but who knew if he had no distractions.

When changing his clothes, he saw his thin and fair body. His chest looked a little thin, but it was not so thin that it was ugly. On the contrary, the outline of his ribs gave him a bit of temptation.

As he took off his pants, his hands inevitably reached his buttocks, which probably made the most weighty part of his body, unusually round and full, he resisted the urge to pinch, and put his pants down. Faded, his legs are long and thin, and even his hair is sparse and light.

Jing Ling suddenly turned over and stretched out his hand under the bed. He tucked his arm into the quilt. He didn't pay attention when he undressed just now. When he got closer, he suddenly saw the dark circles hovering on his supposedly white and smooth forearm. Shallow scars, not too scary, but the cumbersome lines look a little shocking.

Obviously what kind of wound it was, he had self-harmed?

Zhang Hui originally thought that he already knew Jing Ling very well, but he found that there were still many things he didn't know.

He gently held his forearm, his thumb gently sweeping over the lines, as if it were fragile and precious porcelain, and sighed, tucking his arm into the quilt.

He thought that he should finish reading the remaining letters quickly.

He only left a dim light on, and then went downstairs softly.

Click on the one below the letter he saw last time, he has seen what happened when he went to Tokyo, and secretly followed his Instagram, working hard to earn money to go to the places he has been, he even went to London to think Glanced at him, but he didn't recognize him.

Zhang Hui had some impressions of this incident. He remembered the young man who had an umbrella in the rain but did not hold one. He looked at him with sad eyes. He thought he met someone with the same face and skin in a foreign country, and he was slightly awakened. He had hidden his homesickness in his heart for a long time, but at that time he did not know that the person was actually Jing Ling who traveled across the ocean to see him.

Zhang Hui felt sorry for him and regretted it, and hated himself a little bit for his carelessness, and felt sorry for his persistence and affection.

He fell asleep on the sofa, his mind was full of Jing Ling from those years.

The him who took the last bus alone, the him who went to class and worked alone, the him who traveled to see him alone, the him who loved him silently and deeply for so many years.

Thinking about it, I fell asleep without knowing it.

After waking up, he took a brief shower and wanted to make some breakfast.

After a hangover, his stomach would definitely feel uncomfortable, so he soaked some honey water and wanted to make a simple sandwich. When he was looking at the email at work, he saw Jing Ling's small head sticking out from upstairs, and he was dumbfounded. The dull and red face is inexplicably cute.

Jing Ling ran in front of him, Zhang Hui lowered his head and saw his bare feet, his feet were tender and slender, they looked pale because they hadn't seen the light all year round.

Who can imagine that these two feet walked through thousands of rivers and mountains in order to follow him.

Zhang Hui's heart tightened, and he went to the shoe cabinet to get him a pair of slippers. When he handed it to him, he saw his dodging eyes and blushing cheeks, and deliberately teased him: "Are you hot? I feel a little cold Already." Then he put on a white short-sleeved T-shirt.

Jing Ling obediently put on her slippers, and stood there with her cheeks blushing while stirring her fingers, with indescribable innocence.

Zhang Hui handed him the towel in his hand, and then sat on the chair by the bar: "I'll help you make breakfast, and you help me dry my hair."

Jing Ling looked at the towel in her hand, then gently covered Zhang Hui's head with it, rubbing it slowly.

Zhang Hui felt the sauce on the baked toast in a happy mood. He felt Jing Ling's careful movements, and he said, "You can use more force."

Jing Ling obediently increased his strength, he suddenly remembered that when he was in Tokyo, he bathed the landlord's Shiba Inu to cover part of the rent, and every time he rubbed the dog dry, he laughed uncontrollably.

Zhang Hui felt that his hands were trembling, as if he was laughing, and he asked curiously, "What happy things did you think of?"

Jing Ling is very sincere: "I think of ねね."

"Who is Nana?" Zhang Hui had a bad feeling.

"It's the Shiba Inu raised by my former landlord." Jing Ling didn't feel the danger approaching at all, and before he realized what happened, Zhang Hui had already pushed him against the refrigerator.

Zhang Hui didn't want to do anything to him, he turned around and stood up to scare him, but Jing Ling backed away, as if he couldn't stand still, he stretched out his hand reflexively to help him, and finally became It became the ambiguous gesture where he supported Jing Ling's waist and pressed him against the refrigerator.

He saw Jing Ling's blushing cheeks and trembling eyelashes. This posture might be suitable for kissing.

Jing Ling suddenly remembered that he hadn't washed after waking up in the morning, and hadn't taken a bath last night, so there must be a bad smell on his body.

He felt a little embarrassed and wanted to push the person on him away, but he didn't expect that Dazhanghui's chest didn't push him away.

Zhang recalled that he might be shy, so he stopped teasing him, then pinched his waist with almost no fat, and patted his upturned buttocks as if not enjoying himself, and pretended to be fierce and said: "Will you marry me and me?" Do dogs associate with each other?"

Jing Ling shook her head obediently.

When Zhang Hui let him go, he actually felt some reluctance to part with him, and the soft and warm touch seemed to remain on his hands.

Jing Ling rushed into the bathroom like a frightened rabbit, and then Zhang Hui heard the sound of the door being locked, he smiled and shook his head.

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