Fengtian past events

There is a street behind the Daguan Tea Garden. The street is narrow and dim, which contrasts sharply with the bright lights inside the tea garden.

I'm pretty familiar here.Although I haven't been here for many years, the basic furnishings have not changed, but they are much older, and the people have changed, but the age of the green onions remains the same.From a certain point of view, this street is an old street, and the people stationed here are always in their best years.

The so-called actor bitch is a low class.The person who said this looked at him with contempt and despised him, but he also had a playful heart. It's hard to say who is more unbearable.

But don't look at what I said to be righteous, mentality is a subtle thing.Just like Boss Meng, I also vaguely think that I am superior to him.This is a problem, but it is a pity that it is rotten from the root and cannot be corrected.

Most of the people in Houjie Zhanjie are boys and girls aged [-] or [-]. They have practiced in the troupe for several years, but because they are young and cannot make money, they will come here when they reach a certain age. fee", has become a custom without knowing it.At this time, the child is tall and juicy, like green persimmons in summer. It looks good and doesn't taste sour.

Most of the troupe are boys, this is the rule passed down from the ancestors.Girls here are basically orphans, very few, girls are really not suitable for publicity, and they are delicate and weak.Practicing qigong is a physical effort, and it is also a job of perseverance. It is common for people to hit the board and hand board on weekdays.Girls can't do it, there is no such thing as a serious one under his command, and it is possible to kill him.

Coupled with the fact that some rich young masters and noble children are under the shadow of their families and have nothing to do all day long, two fashionable things are derived from the word "color": dancing girls stroking the front door grass, and opera singers sniffing the backyard flowers.

There is another thing to pay attention to here, if you want to play a dancer, you have to be a Japanese dancer, that is, a Japanese woman.Most of them hang out in high-end entertainment places, preferring to accompany Westerners and Japanese soldiers.For those young masters, it is a bit difficult to hook the Japanese flower bone.

So the actor became the most popular choice.Those who are willing to try something new will let people come to the back street of the tea garden to sprinkle something that suits their taste, and send it back after a church meeting.

As for why a good man like Laozi is so clear about this?This is thanks to Mr. Luo and my ineffective younger brother.

Because the drama in the tea garden had just started, the sky had not yet darkened, and there were not many people on the back street, and there were not many people standing on the street.It is extremely unacceptable for some boys who come out to imitate women's makeup and paint on their faces.A boy needs to look like a boy, and if he doesn't care about putting on makeup, he might as well find a girl.Erjiaozi, who is neither male nor female, has a demonic look, who cares?

Frowning, he pushed a few people who came forward, and his heart became more and more irritable.One is what Liu Guoqing said just now, and the other is why there is no child who can sleep well today!

Standing in the middle of the road, I was about to smoke a cigarette when the back door with the sign "Tengyun Theatrical Troupe" on the side opened, and a boy of about seventeen or eighteen came out, holding a shovel to shovel ice on the ground at the door.

He is a bit old, but he is still a child compared to me.With a shaved cut, it is convenient to wear a headgear on stage.The bones of the body are like wicker, hanging around hidden in the cotton coat, the face is delicate and delicate, and the face is extremely narrow, giving off a calm and indifferent appearance.What's even more rare is that this child doesn't look like an actor at all, and the charm of his gestures is like that of someone who has studied.

With lust and heart together, stepping on the steps to get together.

He looked up at me, then understood, lowered his head, revealing a small section of his thin white neck, goosebumps popping up in the cold wind, looking very fragile.

He stopped looking at me, but said in a low voice, "Wait until I finish shoveling the ice."

Nodding his head irrefutably, he was just able to smoke a cigarette with his kung fu.The alley is narrow, and the wind blows through the hall, and I have tried several times without success.

Seeing that the wind was too strong, the child thoughtfully put down the shovel, blocked it against the wind, took the lighter with one hand, and lit it.

I was just about to take advantage of the opportunity to chat with him, but this kid was stubborn, and after lighting the cigarette, he struggled to shovel it up again.

He is small, small in stature, and naturally weak in strength.I need this bit of ice, and then I can finish it with a few clicks.But I have no intention of helping him, his status is not worth my shot.

Not everyone has the fate of Boss Meng.

After smoking, I waited for a while.He was very careful and asked me to sit in the backstage of the theatrical troupe and wait for him.But I said no, it was just a vent.I want Sha Ling to have a good time, hurry up and go to the hotel after work, and have no time to flirt with him in the background.

After waiting for a while, the ice was almost removed. He put the shovel back, and then came out with a flushed face, carefully looked at me from the corner of his eyes, like a rabbit that just wants to be in the mouth of a tiger, and said softly: "Where are we going?" ?”

"There's a hotel up ahead," I said.

"This...isn't that good," he was a little embarrassed, "it's very expensive."

The hotel was built last year. It is a small three-storey hotel with a good reputation for the environment. The location is very convenient for those rich kids.But I haven't been there yet.

Smiling, he raised his hand to touch the top of his head, the stubble was very sticky: "You don't have to worry about it."

I got the room number smoothly, it was on the second floor, originally it was the first floor, but there were people coming and going and the noise was noisy, so I asked the front desk to change to the second floor.

After entering the house, he stood at the door, the door was still open, looking very cramped.I was a little surprised, such a jerky troupe child is really rare, especially since he is already considered old, and he will not be untrained.

Even though he thought so, his heart softened. He walked over to close the door, softened his voice, and asked, "Would you like to take a bath? There is ready-made hot water."

He nodded hurriedly, nervous and uneasy.

He sighed softly, and gave him a look to tell him to go quickly. Looking at his back, he felt as if he had done something very inhuman.

I waited and waited until I thought he was drowned in it, and then he came out, still wrapped tightly, standing on the ground with bare feet, shivering with cold.

I beckoned him over and drank some tea to moisten my throat.Seeing his frightened appearance, it was not easy to take off his clothes when he came up, so he had to say: "You know how to do it?" Pointing to the place below which has stood up slightly, "Serve it first."

He swallowed, and moved over step by step.I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs slightly apart, so as not to irritate him, I slowly guided: "Squat down."

He followed his words and moved slowly. I was a little impatient, but it was not easy to force him. It is rare for him to be transparent. If he is too tight, I can't let him go.

He pulled down my outer pants and cotton trousers inch by inch, and finally only a pair of obscene pants were separated.The upright and thick part propped up the front crotch, showing a posture of swords drawn.

He looked up at me again, then closed his eyes, and slowly lowered his head, the hot and humid breath was on the upright place, and when the last barrier was removed, he opened his mouth wide and sucked it in little by little.

His body seemed to be electrified instantly, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his fingers gradually clasped the back of his head.His skills are not good, but the jerky feeling similar to virginity has a different psychological feeling.

Squinting his eyes and looking down at him, his tongue happened to slide straight from bottom to top, all the way to the horse's eyes.

He raised the corners of his eyes, the eyes were foggy, and they became charming and gorgeous for no reason.

I couldn't bear it any longer, so I roughly pulled him up and pressed him onto the bed. He was still wearing a cotton coat, which was very thick and couldn't be torn off or damaged. Instead, I brought him up and fell back on the bed.

I rubbed the place where he knocked down, stroked his neck, and struggled to undo a few buttons on his neckline, and my whole body became hotter and hotter.

When the fire rushed, the window suddenly shattered with several small holes, and multiple bullets mixed with the cold wind crashed into the wooden table beside the bed!

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