The days when I was forced to live with gentle scum

The houses in Huazhang Mingfu are all in one structure. After the elevator comes out, there are four families on the left and right sides, two on each side.

Unlike most communities, there is a gate first, and after the gate is opened, there are two separate households, one on the left and one on the right. Because the corridor is dark, voice-activated lights are installed in the corridor and the gate.

When Cypress said that, Yuan Qingye just opened the door with the key, and the light above his head lit up with the sound of the voice. The boy's voice was not as mature as a man's. The casual talk of young people.

Yuan Qingye's hand holding the key paused, his face froze a little, but he didn't answer, but found the key of his own door and opened the door.

Cypress was carrying his schoolbag on his back, holding his little dinosaur in his hand, unaware that something was wrong with Yuan Qingye, and continued to babble, "You said that you have so many little lovers, one for two days and another for two days, after all, I don't think so. I like it very much, otherwise one is enough, how can we organize so many, and it’s not a football team, the main reason is that you have found so many, and you still live alone. How can you say that, the more people there are, the more empty you feel? After all, you are..."

After opening the door, Yuan Qingye took Cypress's hand, pushed him against the wall, and closed the door. The lights in the house were not turned on, but the windows of the living room were not opened, and many residents in the next building were still on. Lights, so the room is not particularly dark.

At least Cypress could clearly see Yuan Qingye's face.

"Why don't you say it?" Yuan Qingye pressed the hand holding the cypress against the wall, and even pressed his elbow against the wall.

The distance between the man and him is too close, so close that he can feel his breath, Baishu really didn't expect that Yuan Qingye would suddenly attack, and his posture, if the other hand was not injured, he might be crushed too , just like surrendering.

The main reason is that it is too shameful, and he is not a prisoner.

Originally, I was a little uncertain, but when Yuan Qingye's provocative words came out, the young man's unwillingness to admit defeat was provoked, "Say! There is nothing you can't say! You are lonely! Otherwise you... eh! eh Mmm!!"

Bai Shu couldn't finish his sentence, because Yuan Qingye kissed him down.

This kiss came too fast and urgently, by the time Baishu reacted, Yuan Qingye's tongue had already pried open his teeth, aggressively attacking his mouth.

Cypress has never kissed anyone before, and neither did he when he and Yuan Qingye were in the hotel last time. This can be regarded as his first kiss. He used to imagine that his first kiss should be gentle and lingering, but in fact the current kiss is rough. And eager, intense with a strong predatory desire.

One of his hands was injured, and he couldn't push Yuan Qingye away at all. After a while, the air in his mouth was sucked clean. When Yuan Qingye let go of him, the boy could only breathe.

Taking a few deep breaths, Cypress glared at him, "Yuan Qingye, let me tell you, you are so angry! Forced into prostitution! You are fucking lonely, empty and cold! You old man... oh!"

The end of uttering wild words is to be gagged again.

Yuan Qingye observed the angry and surprised expression of the little boy through the light outside the window, and felt a lot happier for some reason.

How should I put it, he admitted that the young man's words asking him if he was lonely hit him. In the eyes of everyone, he was originally Qingye powerful and powerful, and he didn't have any kind of people. In fact, it was true. He He has all kinds of lovers he wants, but none of them can walk into his heart.

Even though there are countless people around him, he feels alone from the beginning to the end.

From the time when his mother died, this feeling became more and more intense. The original home was not his home. He was alone in this vast world, but no matter how lonely he was, life was always going on.

Whether he is happy or not, lonely or not, lonely or not, it doesn't matter at all.

Until Bai Shu's words came out, he seemed to be stepped on the sore spot. He just wanted to block Bai Shu's mouth so hard that he couldn't say a word. Sure, he has kissed the cypress tree.

As he wished, no more words could come out of that mouth that he didn't want to hear.

It's just that he didn't expect that the young man obviously didn't learn his lesson, and wanted to say it a second time. Unable to tell what he was thinking, Yuan Qingye kissed him again.

Yuan Qingye doesn't like kissing, it doesn't mean he hasn't kissed before, he doesn't like to cling to people, if it's not someone he loves deeply, kissing is meaningless, but the smell of cypress... makes him think it's not bad.

Maybe it's because of being young, or because of this face with red eyes.

Darkness can easily arouse people's emotions. At first it was obviously reluctance, but in the end it turned into an open mouth to respond. Cypress felt his brain burning. The tip of his nose was full of the breath of the original Qingye, and the taste of kissing was novel and exciting. In addition, Yuan Qingye is someone he likes, so he fell in a short while.

During this period, Yuan Qingye opened his eyes once, and found that the boy was staring at him without blinking. Those eyes were shining, filled with emotions called liking, pure and natural. His heart moved slightly, and he felt that his secret It seems that there is nothing to hide.

"You should close your eyes when kissing." He sucked the lips of Cypress, as if coaxing.

The boy looked at him, and finally closed his eyes slowly. The thick eyelashes were like two small fans, casting two shadows on the eyelids.

Yuan Qingye breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and deepened the kiss.

What happened next was quite logical, the two entangled from the door to the bedroom, the thunder set off the fire, until when Yuan Qingye was about to take off the cypress tree clothes, he caught a glimpse of the hand that was still in plaster, and stopped abruptly .

He let go of the cypress, turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths to adjust his emotions and body reactions.

Cypress was still a little overwhelmed. He lay on Yuan Qingye's bed, staring at the ceiling for a while, and the atmosphere returned from enthusiasm to silence. No one spoke in the darkness.

After a long time, Cypress growled.

"Yuan Qingye, do you have food at home? I haven't eaten all day. If I don't order something, I think I may starve to death."

If there was still a trace of charming atmosphere just now, once the young man opened his mouth, it was completely ruined, and the discomfort in Yuan Qingye's heart disappeared. Handed the phone to Bai Shu, "Tell him what you want to eat, I'll take a shower first, your room is next door."

Cypress sat up from the bed, ordered a few dishes and hung up the phone.

Yuan Qingye has already gone to take a shower, and he is the only one left in the room at this time, the man's room is nothing special, although this bedroom is the master bedroom, but the area is not particularly large, except for the private bathroom, the bed takes up half of it, There is a cabinet next to the wall, and a computer desk next to the bed. There are some small handmade toys and a photo on the desk.

Cypress leaned over to take a look, there was a woman holding a child inside, the child was about seven or eight years old, the shadow of Yuan Qingye was faintly visible between the eyebrows and eyes, the woman was wearing a cheongsam, her hair was coiled behind her head, A wooden headpin is fixed.

This should be Yuan Qingye's mother, Baishu thought, no wonder Yuan Qingye is so good-looking, so it's all hereditary mother.

Yuan Qingye came out of the shower and found the boy was still sitting on his bed, he couldn't help frowning, and wanted him to go back to his room, unexpectedly the boy's eyes lit up when he saw him.

"Yuan Qingye, I've decided, I want to chase you!"

[The author has something to say]: Our little saplings are innocent