A letter from a strange man

After Jing Ling went to college, she saw Jing Hong less and less.

At that time, he didn't know that it was like this in the world.

When Jing Hong was 42 years old, she met another important man in her life. Jing Ling had only seen him less than three times, and his mother asked him to call him Uncle Hou.

It was a thin, middle-aged man who looked gentle and sleek.

He said that he was lucky enough to watch Jing Hong's dance when he was young, and his memory was very deep. He was very happy after meeting her again, and expressed regret when he heard that he had hardly appeared on stage in 20 years.

At that time, he often came to see Jing Hong and talked to Jing Hong a lot. He said that he wanted to see Jing Hong continue to dance on the stage with hope.

The 40-year-old Jing Hong is so haggard that she can no longer see her youthful face, but her beauty is still alive, and there is still a faint fire in her heart.

When she desperately wanted to go with that man with her dancing shoes on, it was something Jing Ling never expected.

The last words Jing Hong left before leaving were: "My little elf, you have grown up, and my mother is a little bit unwilling to be like this in this life, please allow my mother to be self-willed for the last time."

Although Jing Ling didn't know at that time why he and Dream, Jing Hong chose Dream after all, why even her mother didn't want him.

But when he saw Jing Hong later sent him photos of her performances in various places, he knew that his mother was only alive when she stood on the stage.

It turned out that he had held her mother back for so many years, and her mother's love for him had condensed into his 20 years of age.

At the moment he received Uncle Hou's call, he hadn't heard from Jing Hong for nearly half a year.

Before Jing Hong leaves, she tells Jing Ling to live a good life, don't worry about her, and don't take the initiative to find her.

The last sentence of every letter Jing Hong sends is "everything is fine recently, don't read it".

Jing Ling has been waiting for the day when she will go home after chasing her dream and being tired. He thought that day would always come, but he never expected that the day she waited for would be the news of Jing Hong's death.

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"The day I came home with my mother's ashes, around this time, all the leaves fell."

Jing Ling was sitting on Zhang Huihui's sofa, with his feet resting on Zhang Hui's lap, and Zhang Hui was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a medicine box next to him, rubbing medicine on his bruised knee little by little.

After wiping it off, he exhaled softly, then raised his head to look at Jing Ling's expression inquiringly, "Does it hurt?"

Jing Ling shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

Zhang Hui knew that the pain in Jing Ling's heart had surpassed the pain in his body, so he got up and left, and then conjured up a box of Starry Sky Candy like a demon, he opened it and asked Jing Ling, "Which planet do you want?"

Jing Ling bit her finger, looking very tangled, and finally pointed to the one under the moon hesitantly.

Seeing his hesitation, Zhang Hui smiled dotingly, then opened the moon and fed it to him, pinched the tender flesh on his cheek, "It's all yours."

Then he sat back on the floor, picked up the tool for rubbing medicine again, and said while wiping: "The little girl in the studio gave it to me. I don't like sweets, so I'll give you all to eat."

Jing Ling's mouth was full of sweetness, her toes curled up on Zhang Hui's strong thigh, and the pain in her heart seemed to ease a little.

In this warm room with only each other at night, he continued to say what he had kept in his heart for a long time.

"Uncle Hou said that at the last moment of her life, she was still dancing and laughing."

"After she fell off the stage, she was lying in a pool of blood with a smile on her lips. I think she probably left with happiness."

After a pause, there was a faint sobbing sound, "But, after that, I really have no home."

Zhang Hui stood up, holding his head tightly in his arms, Jing Ling's head was pressed tightly against Zhang Hui's lower abdomen, Zhang Hui patted his back again and again.

At this time, regardless of Fengyue, regardless of lust, actions are worth a thousand words.

In Jing Ling's confusion, he heard Zhang Hui say: "Wherever I am here from now on will be your home."

When Zhang Hui carried him to the bed, there was still a tear on Jing Ling's long eyelashes. Zhang Hui kissed the tear, then tucked him in the quilt, looked at his sleeping face tenderly, his voice Low and doting: "Sleep, my elf."

It was still early when Jing Ling got up, he was a little at a loss, why did he sleep on Zhang Hui's bed again?

Moreover, he actually fell asleep.

In the past, if you think of things related to "Jinghong", it must be accompanied by insomnia and pain all night long.

But last night, he fell into sleep without his knowledge, and had no dreams all night.

There seemed to be magic in that man's arms, where he could cry freely and seek warmth and peace of mind.

He occupied Zhang Hui's bed again, where is Zhang Hui?

He got up and looked downstairs, and found a tall man like Zhang Hui nestled on the small sofa, without a quilt, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was sleeping restlessly.

He gently dragged the quilt downstairs barefoot, walked to the sofa and gently covered Zhang Hui's body with the quilt, but Zhang Hui's big hand grabbed his hand before he left, and he fell into his arms middle.

When Zhang Hui realized that the person in his arms was Jing Ling, he didn't let go of him, instead he put his big hand on his buttocks, "Bad boy, how many times have I had to sleep in bed."

The voice was still hoarse after waking up, full of the magnetism of a mature man.

Jing Ling blushed, and he raised his head from Zhang Hui's strong chest to look at him, and said innocently, "You can!"

Zhang Hui squeezed his red cheeks, said "Oh~" in a rising voice, and then he blinked at Jing Ling, "If Zhang has understood correctly, what are you implying to me, little elf?"

Jing Ling was so ashamed that she supported Zhang Hui's chest and was about to get up and leave. Unexpectedly, his feet got entangled in the quilt, and he fell back hard on Zhang Hui's body. With his ear on Zhang Hui's chest, he could hear Zhang Hui's dull and pleasant laughter came from his strong chest, and then he heard his extremely magnetic voice: "So enthusiastic, throw yourself into your arms?"

Jing Ling's thigh suddenly felt the hardness and scorching heat of a certain part of the man under him, and he immediately realized what was happening at that time.

He struggled to get up again, but in Zhang Hui's eyes, Jing Ling was rubbing against his body unknowingly. He had endured that desire for a long time, but this child was still seducing him ignorantly and ignorantly.

Zhang Hui's voice was hoarse: "Don't move." But Jing Ling still wriggled on his body.

Jingling suddenly felt that the world was spinning, he heard the sound of the quilt falling on the carpet, when he realized what happened, Zhang Hui was already on top of him, his head was buried next to his neck, breathing heavily, while he He could feel the scorching hardness at the base of his thigh more clearly.

He heard Zhang Hui's hoarse voice again, pressed against his ear tightly.

"Didn't I tell you not to move? Why are you so rude?"

Then he bit his earlobe, Jing Ling didn't react and let out a pain, and then there was another dense sucking from the earlobe, Jing Ling's fingers curled up on the sofa, he felt that his body also had some reactions.

Zhang Hui on his body must have felt his reaction, he buried his face in the crack of the sofa in shame, unwilling to face his own **.

Zhang Hui didn't give him a chance to escape, he turned Jing Ling's face away somewhat forcefully, he raised his body slightly, looked at Jing Ling's embarrassed face, and asked him: "Are you afraid?"

Jing Ling stared at him blankly, her lips were moist and slightly parted, making one want to kiss him.

Zhang Hui's Adam's apple trembled slightly, he saw Jing Ling shook his head slightly, but he still noticed the slight hesitation in his eyes.

Zhang Hui got up from him, helped him up and sat on the sofa, he stood in front of him and kissed his forehead: "Don't be afraid, I won't do what you don't want."

In front of Jing Ling was the indescribable part of Zhang Hui, bulging through the pajama pants, majestic and arrogant.

Jing Ling lowered her head, not daring to look, and looked at her own toes with a blushing face.

Zhang Hui also noticed something about him, but he walked towards the bathroom without hiding it, and Jing Ling suddenly asked him ignorantly, "Where are you going?"

And Zhang Hui had already taken off his pajama pants while walking, leaving only a pair of underwear, and the impact of the angle of view was even greater. Jing Ling was so frightened that she couldn't close her mouth, she no longer dodged her eyes, and stared straight at him as if she was dumbfounded. where.

On the contrary, Zhang Hui was a little embarrassed to be stared at, and gave him a look: "Little pervert!"

Then I wanted to tease him again: "Don't you know what I'm going to do, do you want to go together?"

Jing Ling retorted: "I don't want it." Then she murmured in a voice that only she could hear: "Why is it so loud?"

But Zhang Hui still heard it, and turned around to find that Jing Ling was staring at his own place, with a strange and confused expression on his face.

He walked into the bathroom with a raised mouth.

During the day, the working time was resumed, and it was still tedious and busy.

Zhang Hui has always been serious and rigorous at work, and doesn’t think about things other than work, but when he is free, he always thinks of Jing Ling. Many of his faces are so cute. I don’t know if he is the same. He is just as busy.

But when he was stuck in traffic after get off work, he suddenly came across Jing Ling’s newly updated Weibo, and found that the location at the bottom was already “Hokkaido. Sapporo”.

Go to work?Why don't you say anything?Really bad.

He took a look at how much colder Sapporo was than City B. He left in such a hurry and didn't know if he had brought suitable clothes. He sent Jing Ling a WeChat message: "Is Sapporo cold?"

It was only after I got home that I received a reply from Jing Ling: "Now we're in Otaru, it's generally cold and snowing."

Zhang Hui: "I want to see you."

Jing Ling, who was wearing a thick cashmere scarf, was taken aback when she saw the news, then opened the front and tidied up the broken hair on her forehead, and then took a picture. She looked a little silly and not very smart, but He thought he couldn't take a better picture, so he sent this picture to Zhang Hui.

Elf: [image].

The whole world is white, and Jing Ling's face is also white and flawless. He only shows a pair of eyes, which are clean and clear, and they seem to be wrapped up quite thickly. Zhang Hui is also relieved.

He asked again, "When will you be back?"

Elf: Big day after tomorrow.

After Zhang Hui thought about it, thousands of words turned into one sentence: "Take care of yourself and wait for you to come back."

Await your return.

With such a strange sentence, Jing Ling suddenly fell backwards into the soft and clean snow, everything was silent, only his vivid heartbeat and Zhang Hui's sentence: "Waiting for you to come back" in the whole world.

When he was still young, he heard a saying that was somewhat secondary: "Butterflies cannot fly across the sea because there is no waiting on the other side."

And his isolated island drifted slowly towards an island along the cold current of the years, and that island finally saw him and was waiting for him.

I don't want to work anymore, I want to go back to Zhang Hui's home, he said that is also his home, can he really?

The author has something to say

Of course you can! ! !You know what your husband told you is true, little elf!The old mother is crying, please give the old mother a lot of collections, comments, and tell everyone, thank you Dakar, I will work harder to code (tears