After the top flow fans fell off the horse

Yuan Maojia sat on the bed in a trance, with the quilt around his waist covering his two long legs, and whenever he moved his back, he would feel a burning pain.

But the reason why he didn't dare to move was not because of the injury on his back, but because of the people lying beside him.

The man's back was facing him, his whole face was buried in the quilt, revealing half of his fair shoulders and back of his neck.

Even if the curtains in the room are closed, the light is dim, and the people around you can't even see their faces, Yuan Maojia can recognize people even if the other party is turned into ashes, leaving only a strand of hair.

The one lying on the same bed with him was none other than Bai Zisu.

After the hangover, his brain was swollen. Yuan Maojia didn't remember very clearly what happened last night. He only remembered that he went to visit Xiao Yehuai's grave and met Bai Zisu. Then the two chatted in the car, and then only a few scattered Memory pieces--

He was brought home by Bai Zisu; he drank with Bai Zisu; he pressed Bai Zisu under him; he also...

Yuan Maojia took a deep breath, held up the corner of the quilt with shaking hands, and quickly glanced inside.

He swallowed, his heart pounding.

Bai Zisu's surname is not only Bai, but also his skin is white, the kind of whiteness that can't be blocked even if he hides under the quilt. If there is any mark on this kind of white skin, it will be particularly eye-catching.

Yuan Maojia was so frightened by the palm print on his butt that he almost rolled off the bed.

He picked up the clothes on the ground like burning his butt, not even daring to put on his shoes, for fear of making any noise and waking up the people on the bed.

Yuan Maojia tucked his legs into his trousers while jumping out on one foot. He wanted to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

Before he could hold the doorknob with his outstretched hand, there was the rustling sound of sheets rubbing against the bed behind him. His back stiffened, and he heard Bai Zisu calling his name in a hoarse voice, "Where are you going..."

Yuan Maojia didn't dare to look back, opened the door and rushed out, leaving Bai Zisu alone to face the mess.

The sound of closing the door lasted for a long time, which showed how flustered Yuan Maojia was when he went out.

Bai Zisu lay down for a while, propped himself up on the bed and sat up, the pain in his hip proclaimed the madness of last night.

He opened the bedside table and took out a pack of cigarettes, lit it and held it between his lips. Unlike Yuan Maojia who couldn't remember clearly, he remembered everything.

A few days ago, he missed Ye Huai's death day because he was too busy. Yesterday, he managed to be free, so he bought the children's favorite flowers to visit him, and happened to meet Yuan Maojia who also went to visit the grave.

As the president of the company, Bai Zisu is of course in control of Yuan Maojia's work trends. He just got Shidi half a month ago, when his career was in full swing. According to the original work plan, he should not have appeared here, at least not at that time. over there.

He knew that Yuan Maojia had always been hostile to him, and he would not take the initiative to appear in front of Yuan Maojia if necessary.

This person has been disliked since he was a child, and Bai Zisu can't remember when he offended him.

Even when Ye Huai was around, the two of them could exchange a few words of false affection.

He rolled down the car window to smoke, and had no intention of getting out of the car to meet Yuan Maojia face to face.

But who knew that Yuan Maojia's car happened to be parked next to him, and Yuan Maojia is a cheap person if he has to use a word to describe him. He is obviously annoying when he sees him, and every time he sees him, he will take the initiative to provoke him: " Why are you here?"

Two years is enough to polish an immature boy into a mature man. Yuan Maojia's reputation in the circle is indeed the same. He is familiar, enthusiastic and helpful. Anyone who sees him will not praise him.

But when this man saw Bai Zisu, he changed completely, with thorns all over his body.

Although Bai Zisu couldn't figure out the reason, it didn't mean that he could remain indifferent in the face of hostility, and naturally it was impossible for him to speak kindly to him.

He shook off the soot with his hand on the car window, and replied, "I'll do whatever you want."

"The anniversary of Xiaoyehuai's death has passed for several days, and you're here now?! It's in vain that Xiaoyehuai likes you so much."

Bai Zisu was already immune to Yuan Maojia's unreasonable troubles: "You didn't come here today."

Yuan Maojia: "I was delayed by something a few days ago!"

Bai Zisu glanced at him, put the cigarette butt into the water-filled paper cup, opened the door and got out of the car.

Holding a cluster of yellow multi-headed roses, he looked across the car from Yuan Maojia: "Me too."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Yuan Maojia, walked up the steps, and stopped in front of Ye Huai's tomb.

Ye Huai on the tombstone smiled brightly and looked at him happily.

Bai Zisu bent down and put the flowers next to the can of beer. Ye Huai was just full when he passed away. He and Yuan Maojia had been asking him and Yuan Maojia for a long time to taste the taste of beer. Every time Yuan Maojia came over, he would bring two cans with him. The can was opened and the ring was placed in front of the photo. He held a can in his hand and told Ye Huai what he had encountered recently while drinking it.

As for how Bai Zisu knew about it, it was just that he happened to bump into him when he came over one time.

And this time there was an extra trophy next to the beer, Bai Zisu picked it up to take a look, and found that it was the same model of the Shidi trophy that Yuan Maojia got half a month ago.

Obviously, he had delayed coming until today, and he didn't know where that silly dog ​​had the confidence to accuse him.

Coming down from the mountain, Bai Zisu noticed that Yuan Maojia hadn't left, and saw him turn his head to the car: "Let's chat?"

Yuan Maojia didn't argue with him, but took the initiative to chat with him, which is very strange.

It seemed that he hadn't thought about being rejected at all, and before Bai Zisu could answer, Yuan Maojia pulled out a bag of beer from the back seat of his car and knocked on his passenger door. As soon as Bai Zisu unlocked it, he hugged the beer sat in.

It was only when Bai Zisu got close that he noticed Yuan Maojia's reek of alcohol.

I don't know how much he drank while sitting in front of Ye Huai's tombstone.

Yuan Maojia directed Bai Zisu to go out, and drove to a mountainside with a winding road. The road was wide and there were few cars and no street lights. The moon was hanging firmly on the horizon and reflected in the water.

Bai Zisu turned on the roof lights: "What do you want to talk about?"

Yuan Maojia opened the tab of the can, and the beer gas rushed out with a sting. He drank half of the bottle in one breath, and then said, "You can take me back on the way later."

Bai Zisu couldn't help but find it funny, this person doesn't like him, but he's easy to handle: "Why?"

"I've been drinking. You don't want to see your company's artistes appearing in the headlines of entertainment news tomorrow because of drunk driving?" Yuan Maojia said confidently.

Bai Zisu rolled down the car window to let the evening wind blow away the smell of alcohol in the car: "Anyway, the company is so big, you are not bad as an artist."

Yuan Maojia was obviously annoyed, and pointed at him: "Bai Zisu, you have been so annoying since you were a child."

Bai Zisu raised the dimples on his lips: "To each other."

Obviously he was the one who proposed to chat, but when he got there, he drank from the bottle. Bai Zisu glanced at the time and pressed the cap of the bottle he gave to his lips: "What do you want to talk about?"

"I really hate you, Bai Zisu." Yuan Maojia didn't show his face when he drank, but he looked quite calm. He didn't know if he was drunk or not. He took out a notebook from his bag and patted it on Bai Zisu, "But Xiaoye Huai likes you very much, and he hopes that the two of us can get along well."

Bai Zisu looked down at the notebook, and took it out of Yuan Maojia's hand after two seconds.

"When Xiaoye Huai was eight years old, I gave him this notebook, and you gave him a pen." Yuan Maojia reminded.

Bai Zisu remembered all these things.

Ye Huai didn't have the habit of keeping a diary, and the dates recorded in this notebook were also intermittent, with jumps of two or three years, and Bai Zisu flipped through them one by one.

Yuan Maojia was still whispering in his ear: "Since you moved to my house next door in elementary school, I haven't had a good day. My mother kept her mouth shut just to let me learn from you. Originally, Xiao Yehuai was the most clingy to me when I was a child. You First of all, not only my mother likes you, but also Ye’s mother. Before you came, he had been following my ass. It’s good that you came, and you take a book every day. The children in our building are often held by their ears by their parents. I want to learn from you, even the three-year-old Xiao Ye Huai will learn from you, and I will read books with you instead of playing with me!"

"Three years old, he was only three years old at that time!" Yuan Maojia waved San's hand in front of his eyes, and almost stuck the "3" on his face.

He never told him this before, Bai Zisu pushed his hand away: "Are you drunk?"

"How many sips is this?" Yuan Maojia glanced at the wine bottle, then raised his head and took another sip. His eyes were dimmed by the moonlight or stained by the liquor, but they were too bright. My dear brother, but you snatched it from me as soon as you said it!"

In the last period of his life, Ye Huai wrote his diary most diligently, but all the contents were repeated in the hope that he could see Yuan Maojia and Bai Zisu living in harmony.

Yuan Maojia was still saying: "The little thing opens his mouth and shuts his mouth, he is Brother Zisu, what a little white-eyed wolf."

At this point, Bai Zisu finally understood why Yuan Maojia disliked him everywhere.

He admitted that there was an element of getting close to Ye Huai deliberately to anger Yuan Maojia, but he also really regarded Ye Huai as his younger brother, and in his opinion, the closest Ye Huai between him and Yuan Maojia was obviously Yuan Maojia.

Every time he gets along with Ye Huai, Ye Huai always calls Yuan Maojia "my brother" directly.

He couldn't get involved in the fetters that were not relatives but relatives.

For example, no matter how much Yuan Maojia hated him, it would be because of Ye Huai's attempt to ease the relationship with him.

But Yuan Maojia didn't seem to be aware of this, and he never stopped talking: "You have always opposed me since you were a child..."

These words made Bai Zisu couldn't help but look at him more, he wasn't just dough to be flattened and rounded by others, it was obviously Yuan Maojia who picked on him everywhere, and it was his own fault in his mouth.

As he spoke, his voice lowered, and Bai Zisu pushed him twice: "Don't sleep, where is your home, I'll take you home."

No one responded to him, so Bai Zisu had no choice but to take him to his home.

If he knew what would happen next, even if this person died on the street tomorrow, Bai Zisu would never take him home.

I don't know if it was because he fell asleep in the car, but Yuan Maojia seemed to wake up a lot, and he was able to take a bath by himself.

When he came out of the shower, his eyes were so bright that he didn't seem drunk at all, if he hadn't followed Bai Zisu into the master bedroom.

Bai Zisu put his arm on his chest, blocking him from the door: "Your room is downstairs."

Yuan Maojia stared at him: "Do you have wine at home?"

The two just stared at each other for 2 minutes. Bai Zisu was defeated first, and led him to the first floor for Yuan Maojia to choose.

Yuan Maojia picked out a bottle of red wine and took two wine glasses. He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Bai Zisu: "After drinking this glass of wine, all the previous things will be erased."

"You'd better do what you say," Bai Zisu said.

After this drink, he drank several bottles, not to mention that Yuan Maojia drank a lot of beer before, even Bai Zisu was a little dizzy from drinking.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to argue with Yuan Maojia over the question of "Who does Ye Huai like more?" Both of them would have to bow their heads to each other to admit that the person Ye Huai prefers is the other. , Scuffled like elementary school students.

Bai Zisu was lying on the ground. Yuan Maojia straddled him and put one hand on top of his head. The buttons on the hem of his pajamas were ripped apart during the scuffle.

Although Bai Zisu's skin is fair, he is not in vain. His waist and abdomen are tight, and his abdominal muscles rise and fall with his rapid breathing.

And Yuan Maojia was not much better at this time, he was similar in stature to Bai Zisu, and he was wearing Bai Zisu's pajamas, but Bai Zisu grabbed his collar and unbuttoned his chest, half of his chest and shoulders were covered. outside.

The only difference between the two is the color of skin, but this does not prevent their breaths from intertwining.

I didn't feel it during the fight, but when I stopped suddenly, I realized that the situation was embarrassing. After all, they were two vigorous young men. If they were not careful, they would easily shoot their guns. Even if they didn't have that thought, they could still feel the changes in each other's body.

Bai Zisu moved his wrist. Yuan Maojia didn't know where the strength came from, but he couldn't break free like iron clamps. Before his breathing calmed down, he said in a hoarse voice, "Get down."

Yuan Maojia looked at him from top to bottom, his eyes were terribly bright even with the back of his back, like a wolf dormant in the night.

He lowered his upper body, his chest rising and falling: "Bai Zisu, do you feel a little hot?"

Tonight's moon is extraordinarily round, hanging high in the sky, and the moonlight spreads into the first floor of the single-family villa like water, covering the two people on the floor.

As a result of drinking and having sex, Bai Zisu was not only spanked, but his knees were reddened, and the culprit ran away when he woke up.

He stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette, Bai Zisu narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips were tensed.

Very good, he wrote down this grudge.

The author has something to say: As we all know, paper people are very talented, and it is impossible for such a thing to happen to them if they are drunk #狗头