Do not provoke

Fang Lin didn't give him much time to think, and went straight to bed.

This room was the one he lived in when he was in junior high school. It wasn't too big. The decoration style was completely decided by Chen Yun. It was simple and clean. The bed was also a regular double bed with a built-in cabinet.

Before he went to bed, Tang Xingbei really didn't think the bed was too small.

But as soon as Fang Lin lay down, the clear breath enveloped him from all directions, and he immediately felt crowded.

He frowned and turned sideways to the inside position.

"If you stick it again, it will be against the wall." Fang Lin suddenly whispered.

He still closed his eyes, as if he noticed the movement next to him without even looking.

Tang Xingbei paused for a moment, and the lingering stomach pains slowly tormented what little reason he had left. He didn't move any more, and he gritted his teeth and took a breath: "...fuck."

"It hurts badly?" Fang Lin asked.

Tang Xingbei hummed vaguely, imitating the way he rubbed himself before, and randomly pressed on his stomach.

The curtains were not drawn tightly, and a slit three fingers wide was vaguely revealed, through which the white moonlight shone softly on his body.

Do you want to touch him?Obviously, I just swore to promise...

Fang Lin only hesitated for a while, and quickly forgot the words "I promise not to touch you" that he said just now with a calm face, moved closer, and said in a low voice, "Take your hands away."

Tang Xingbei frowned and raised his face, and looked at him, as if he was thinking, and struggled for a moment.

Before he could think it through clearly, Fang Lin had already pushed his hand away, put him on the flat side with one hand, turned sideways, and stretched out his hand to press on his lower abdomen.

As soon as the warm and dry palms were attached, Tang Xingbei immediately felt that the tingling pain in his stomach was dispersed a lot.

So he lay down on his back and stopped struggling.

The last time Fang Lin rubbed his stomach like this was the first time Fang Lin realized that Tang Xingbei had an inexplicable sexual attraction to him.

But at that time, he didn't dare to think too much, he just hurried back to the house and took a cold shower before suppressing it.

This time is different.

Fang Lin squinted his eyes, and lightly brushed his fingertips across the firm and smooth skin under his hands.

Tang Xingbei closed his eyes and snorted in a daze.

The strength of rubbing and rubbing on the abdomen suddenly increased a lot.

Tang Xingbei frowned, just about to open his eyes to see what was going on, when he suddenly heard Fang Lin's breathing in his ear, his voice was hoarse: "Close your eyes and don't move."

He was still pressing comfortably, Tang Xingbei only hesitated for a moment, then obediently nestled still.

After a while, Fang Lin withdrew his hand and paused: "...I'll get you a cup of hot water."

"Ah."

No one has lived in the house for a long time, and all the medicines that were always in the medicine cabinet have expired.

Fang Lin rolled his eyes, frowned, closed the drawer, and returned to the bedroom with a water glass.

Tang Xingbei looked at him with his eyes open, and asked, "Water for so long?"

"I went looking for medicine, but it's all expired." Fang Lin stepped forward and handed him the cup, "Get up and drink some hot water first."

"It's okay, I don't want to take medicine anyway." Tang Xingbei took a sip from the water glass, and said vaguely, "Just press it for me, it's... very comfortable."

Fang Lin was taken aback, hooked the corner of his mouth, and answered.

After drinking the hot water, the stomach seemed to be warm and filled a lot, but there was still a slight cramping pain.

Fang Lin continued to help him press.

It's obviously the same hand, but his hand is warmer than mine, why can't I feel this way when I rub it myself?

Tang Xingbei was so comfortable that he fell asleep, closed his eyes in a daze, stretched out his hand to cover the back of his hand, and felt his movements.

Fang Lin suddenly paused.

"...Don't stop." Tang Xingbei frowned quickly.

Fang Lin narrowed his eyes and rubbed again.

About seven//8 minutes later, when the breathing on the side was shallow and even, Fang Lin gently withdrew his hand, held his hand instead and scratched, fearing to wake people up, he didn't dare to stay longer.

The two were very close, Tang Xingbei closed his eyes, the side face was reflected white by the moonlight from the gap in the curtains, and the tips of his hair swayed slightly as he breathed.

Fang Lin watched carefully for a while, only to find that there was a small mole on the side of the bridge of his nose, which was very delicate and beautiful.

He couldn't help reaching out and touching it.

"Didn't you say you won't touch me?" Tang Xingbei said suddenly, his voice was very low.

Fang Lin was startled, his heart was pounding and he quickly raised his head, only to see that his eyes were still closed, his eyelashes were hanging down long, and he was breathing evenly.

He paused: "...This is not a touch."

Having said that, Fang Lin stretched out his hand, pressed his fingertips on his wet and soft lips and rubbed them lightly for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "...this is it."

Tang Xingbei's breath suddenly suffocated, and he almost couldn't control his mouth to bite him. His breath fluctuated rapidly for a moment, and he held back. When he withdrew his hand, his eyelashes trembled, and he said after a long time: "...don't Nao, go to bed."

"Good night." Fang Linping lay down and looked at the ceiling.

"Good night."

……

I don't know which dog it is, but it started howling before dawn, singing and chatting with the puppy next door, coming and going for more than half an hour.

Tang Xingbei was woken up by chatting with them.

When I woke up, I was still a little confused, and I was in a daze for a while.

Fang Lin was still lying beside him, probably just woke up, his brows were frowned and his eyes were squinting, his half-short hair was a little upturned.

There was some hazy irritability in his eyes, he cursed in a low voice, and pressed his eyes: "These two dogs are still arguing every day, and they have been arguing for three or four years."

When he was rarely this childish, Tang Xingbei laughed silently for a long time, yawned, and wiped away his tears: "Revolutionary partners can't be lost, maybe in the future, if there is a dog outside, we won't talk to each other."

Fang Lin turned his face to the side and glanced at him.

Tang Xingbei stretched, sat up, and brushed his messy hair twice: "What's the matter today?"

Fang Lin lay still, and said in a low voice, "According to the old calendar, grandpa will be buried today, so I want... to go there."

"Where?"

"My second uncle's house." Fang Lin narrowed his eyes.

Although the second uncle and the second aunt's family have no conscience, they still have to prepare for the funeral of the elderly, otherwise the town will be so big, and they will be poked at the spine and scolded as an unfilial son with a heartless heart.

The two got up very early, and it was only seven o'clock when they left after washing up and having breakfast.

After going downstairs, Fang Lin simply said "wait for me here" and went straight into the underground parking lot.

Tang Xingbei snorted in a daze.

He didn't wait too long, and soon heard a deep "buzz--", and then, a motorcycle with very eye-catching colored models stopped in front of him in the wind.

Fang Lin took off the helmet with one hand and threw it to him, looked sideways and squinted his eyes.

His legs are very long, and his left leg supports the balance of the car body. When he turned sideways, he looked even more neat and handsome. He tapped on the handlebar with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "Come up."

Tang Xingbei was stunned holding the helmet he threw over: "..."

"Can't wear it?" Fang Lin asked.

"...No." Tang Xingbei quickly looked away from his face, put it on hastily, and asked, "Where's yours?"

Fang Lin looked at him: "Just one, I never took anyone with me in the car."

"... Oh." Tang Xingbei wanted to touch the tip of his nose, but held back, "W-Will that..."

"It's a small place, the traffic police don't care about it." Fang Lin laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not fighting people to death, and I'm not crazy, I won't make fun of your life."

Tang Xingbei intuitively heard other meanings from this sentence, frowned, turned over and got into the car without further words.

After the person sat down firmly, Fang Lin turned his face sideways: "Hold me."

Tang Xingbei was taken aback: "...Huh?"

"What are you thinking?" Seeing his appearance, Fang Lin clicked his tongue, "Even a low-speed motorcycle is fast, so be careful not to be thrown off when turning."

"...Oh." Tang Xingbei hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his arms to hug his waist loosely.

Fang Lin paused for a moment, fearing that the man would retreat vigilantly into the protective circle if he forced him a few more words, so he didn't make any more noise, accelerated and turned onto the street.

There were few people and few cars on the street in the early morning of summer, which made Tang Xingbei feel relieved a lot.

"...Go to Liang Zhen first." Fang Lin's voice came along with the whistling wind.

Tang Xingbei didn't speak, and raised his hand in front of his profile to make an OK gesture.

When passing through a crossroad, Fang Lin turned onto the long but empty main road.

The motorcycle speeded up slowly, and the humming sound filled the eardrums. Tang Xingbei could feel the wind speed was fast. He still hugged Fang Lin's waist and tightened it slowly.

The sleeves were blown up by the wind, and turned into hunting sails, with gentle strength when they threw themselves on the body.

Tang Xingbei closed his eyes, lowered his head against his back, and took a deep breath while the vehicles passing by.

The taste of Fang Lin is all over the heart and lungs.

Fang Lin tensed up instantly, slowed down, frowned and stared straight ahead.

He felt the tighter and tighter embrace around his waist, his heart was moving, but he was nervous, and he didn't dare to ask aloud.

Liang Zhen's place is not far away, just turn two corners.

Fang Lin parked the car by the alley and pulled out the key.

Tang Xingbei quickly let go, lifted his legs and got out of the car, took off his helmet and stood beside him waiting.

Fang Lin locked the car, turned around to look at him, paused for a moment, finally found something out of his pocket, stretched out his hand to hold his hand, grabbed it, and stuffed it with his fingertips, not waiting for anyone to be surprised The struggle let go quickly and nonchalantly.

Tang Xingbei was taken aback for a moment, then looked down hesitantly, it was a mint candy.

Transparent plastic packaging, light green candy, very beautiful in the sun.

He hugged the helmet, lowered his head slowly and took it off, and put it in his mouth...it was cold.

Fang Lin glanced at him: "Let's go."

"Ah."

The Internet cafe was still full of smog and noise, and when he saw someone coming in, the little brother at the cashier raised his head impatiently.

The moment he saw Fang Lin, his half-yawned yawn was abruptly held back, and he said hello Brother Lin, then turned his head and shouted, "Brother Zhen! Brother Lin is looking for you!"

Liang Zhen seemed to have known they were coming for a long time, and he didn't show any surprise when he came out to see the two of them. He just glanced at Tang Xingbei and smiled, "Have you eaten yet?"

Fang Lin hummed, and his tone was cold: "Where is he locked up? I'll go see him."

"The grocery store in the backyard, I dare not lack food and drink." Liang Zhen smiled, "After all, we are good citizens."

Tang Xingbei twitched the corner of his mouth, and put the helmet on the front table.

After seeing the appearance of the helmet clearly, the cashier boy gave him a shocked look.

Tang Xingbei didn't pay attention, and walked to Fang Lin's side.

Liang Zhen led the way and led the two of them to the backyard.

There is a big tree in the yard. It looks like the tree is hundreds of years old. It is full of green shade, covering the sky and the sun. There are many birds on it, singing crisply.

Tang Xingbei looked up.

"Wait for me here for a while." Fang Lin looked back at him, paused, "I... go in and talk about something."

Tang Xingbei groaned, walked to the simple wicker chair at the foot of the tree and sat down.

Fang Lin stared at him, didn't say any more, turned around and walked towards the utility room.

When someone went in and closed the door again, there was a sudden burst of indistinct shouting and cursing in the room, filled with rage and panic, mixed with the sound of something hitting the ground.

Soon there was no sound again.

Liang Zhen shook his head and clicked his tongue, shook his head twice, glanced at the calm Tang Xingbei, and smiled: "Then...you wait here for him, I'll come back later."

Tang Xingbei nodded towards him, and continued to stare at the utility room.

Liang Zhen glanced at him again, turned around and left after a while.

Fang Lin didn't stay inside for long, but he opened the door and came out within ten minutes.

He walked towards this side with no expression on his face, and the sharp unruliness all over his body could almost be substantiated.

Behind him followed a man, about fifty years old, with drooping eyes and mouth corners, old dark red wounds on his forehead and arms, a dejected look, and a limp left foot. As if not seeing the sun, he cursed quickly, covered his eyes and stooped for a while.

This person is probably his second uncle who is a gambler.

Tang Xingbei stared at it.

He still remembered what Liang Zhen revealed during his chat yesterday, that uncle Fang Lin was very addicted to gambling, and the more he gambled, the more he lost and the more he gambled. He drew his attention to the house of Fang Lin's family who lost his father and mother.

However, his nephew, whom he hadn't seen much, turned out to be a difficult stubble. Before he could make a fuss, a group of gangsters came to the door with sticks and threatened him, scaring him so much that he stopped thinking.

"Let's go." Fang Lin stood in front of him, looking down at him.

Tang Xingbei regained his composure, answered, and stood up.

He was still clutching the mint paper, Fang Lin looked down and paused.

"This is also your friend?" The man behind him suddenly said, his eyes turned a few times on Tang Xingbei's shoes and clothes, and he curled his lips enviously, "If you have money, you must be rich... Look at it It’s not the same thing as you.”

Fang Lin didn't speak, but stared at him coldly.

Tang Xingbei thought that this person was still an elder, so he endured it.

Seeing that he was silent, the man rolled his eyes, and suddenly limped forward, reaching out to grab his clothes, Tang Xingbei was startled, almost kicked him subconsciously, gritted his teeth and cursed: "what are you doing?!"

"Have you brought any money?" The man stared at his trouser pocket, with a withered face and red eyes, and said, "Let me tell you! I learned a trick from someone recently, as long as you are willing to lend me 1 yuan, tomorrow I can guarantee you a hundred thousand!"

Tang Xingbei was stunned, and turned to stare at Fang Lin.

"Look at what he's doing!" The man stomped his feet and cursed angrily, "You son of a bastard! Trash! Hanging around with some unlearned things every day will sooner or later be a fucking mess!"

Fang Lin paused, turned to stare at him, his expression sank quickly.

Tang Xingbei was also dumbfounded, it was the first time he saw such...shameless person.

Although my own family, including Tang Feng's relatives, secretly didn't know how to sarcasm or gloat, the hypocritical peace could barely be maintained.

This uncle Fang Lin was able to speak viciously and swear words in front of his own nephew.

He suddenly became angry, and without looking at Fang Lin's expression, with a cold face, he suddenly said, "You're the one who fucking wants to get involved."

"One more word of nonsense, I'll let you go in now." He stared fiercely at the person, half-truly threatening, "You know that we rich second generations are all brainless."

The man stared blankly at him for a while, and after a while, he turned his head to look at Fang Lin, frowned, muttered and cursed Mahler Gobi, and then didn't dare to speak again.

Only then did Tang Xingbei look away, walked to Fang Lin's side, frowned and hooked his fingers.

He waited for someone to lower his head before raising his head, gritted his teeth and asked, "Your uncle... what kind of fucking idiot are you?"

Fang Lin paused for a moment, and the originally somewhat sinister mood dissipated a lot. He glanced at him with a smile in his eyes: "The brain volume filling failed product."

Tang Xingbei held back in silence, but couldn't hold back, cursed in a low voice, and laughed with him.

So much so that when he was going out, Liang Zhen looked at the two of them in a daze, and looked around: "...What's the matter?"

Fang Lin quickly suppressed the smile in his eyes, returned to the frozen state, said in a low voice that it's all right, and then asked, "Have you got everything ready?"

Liang Zhen glanced at Tang Xingbei again, hummed, and said, "I asked Mrs. Liu at the alley, and I guarantee that there is nothing missing. Also, the money you gave is too much, and I will transfer it to you when the time comes. "

"It's okay, save Brother Chuan and the others for dinner."

After Fang Lin finished speaking, he turned his head and stared at Second Uncle, and said in a cold voice, "Get in the car."

The second uncle spat, looked at him several times with fear and hatred, but stooped and walked towards Liang Zhen's car obediently.

"If you dare to dirty my car, don't take your other foot." Liang Zhen said suddenly.

The second uncle was most afraid of him, so he pursed his mouth immediately, got into the back seat of the car and poked his head out after a while: "Is there any smoke!"

Liang Zhen took a breath, resisted the urge to kick him off the car, and sneered: "Yes, do you want some road cigarettes for your father?"

The second uncle quickly lost his voice and shrank back.

After he was honest, Fang Lin looked back and said indifferently, "Brother Zhen, please."

Liang Zhen sighed, holding a cigarette butt in one hand, and patted him on the shoulder: "The old man is a nice person, but he didn't give birth to anything interesting, at least he has a grandson like you."

Fang Lin reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth amidst the smog.

"Okay, your second aunt's relatives should be here soon, I'll send them there first, so as not to look bad when it comes to etiquette."

Liang Zhen said, then turned his head to look at Tang Xingbei, smiled, and pointed at Fang Lin: "Look at this man carefully, don't let him get confused."

Tang Xingbei paused and remained silent.

After the car drove away, he turned to look at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin stood for a while, took out a pack of cigarettes from the counter next to him, knocked out one and held it between his fingers, knocked on it, raised his eyes: "Do you mind?"

Tang Xingbei didn't say a word, and waited for someone to light a cigarette, then walked to his side, frowned and stretched out his hand: "Give me one."

Fang Lin stared at him for a long time, pressed the tip of his tongue against the cigarette butt between his teeth, and after a long while, he handed him the cigarette case.

Tang Xingbei took out one with ease, put it between his lips, and squinted at him: "Excuse me."

Under the sun, the smoke was light blue, Fang Lin didn't make a sound, and looked at him silently.

Tang Xingbei looked at him while biting his cigarette, without moving.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Fang Lin turned his face halfway and lowered his head, raised his hand to hold the cigarette body, and leaned over to print it on him.

Tang Xingbei faced him and raised his head slightly.

The distance was too close, the tips of the noses of the two seemed to be rubbing against each other, and the sound of breathing was disordered and audible.

The sky was dry and hot, and a little red flickered on and off, and soon ignited.

When the smoke thickened, Tang Xingbei straightened up, turned his eyes away, frowned and looked at the scorching sun for a while, before saying: "Let's go."

Fang Lin looked at him and hummed.

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