torture to the end

Han Jingyu and Zhong Wei sat at the dining table to have breakfast, soup dumplings, small pastries, delicate and exquisite, served in small porcelain white plates, and set up a table.

With Quan Weicheng on his shoulders, Zhong Yuan barged in drunkenly. Zhong Wei, who was sitting in the main seat, glanced at him, let out a cold snort, and looked away.

Zhong Yuan was really drunk, his mind was muddled, he was carrying the dead weight of Quan Weicheng on his body, and he was staggering when he walked.

What Zhong Wei hates the most is that Zhong Yuan drinks like this without any image. He usually doesn't care about these things, but he told Zhong Yuan yesterday that he asked him to send Han Jingyu to school, and now he comes back drunk, what does it mean? ?

Zhong Yuan lost his mind, and when he was changing shoes in the entrance, he grinned and greeted Zhong Wei, "Dad, how about supper?"

Zhong Wei's powder keg was instantly ignited by Zhong Yuan's words, they all have sons, and they are still such a bastard now!What about being a man?Zhong Wei grabbed the porcelain plate on the table and threw it at Zhong Yuan. He knew in his heart that Zhong Yuan was his own. This time he hit the door panel and rubbed Zhong Yuan's shoulder.

Zhong Yuan was taken aback by the movement, and belatedly turned his head to look at the smashed plate.

Zhong Wei got up and walked in front of him, without looking at the person on Zhong Yuan's shoulders, she stared at him, "I told you yesterday, you forgot all about it, right?"

Zhong Yuan scratched his head, his smile was in a daze, "Dad..."

Zhong Wei's slap is also unstoppable, Zhong Yuan is drunk like this now, but he doesn't like the person Zhong Yuan brought back on his shoulder.

Zhong Yuan carried Quan Weicheng on his shoulders, and he couldn't stand still, he was stumbling around, if Zhong Wei kicked him at this time, he would definitely kick him to the ground.

Zhong Wei was also furious and scolded angrily, "Get off - go back upstairs, don't blind me like this!"

Zhong Yuan acted like he was dumbfounded, and he didn't know how to talk back, he let out an 'oh', and went upstairs with the help of Quan Weicheng on his body.

After watching the two go upstairs, Zhong Wei sat back down again. Han Jingyu didn't move his chopsticks since he stood up, and only picked up his chopsticks silently after he sat down.

"That little bastard, the wings are really hard, I can't stop talking!" Zhong Wei said angrily.

Han Jingyu had never gotten along with an old man like this before. He obediently pushed the cup of warm tea in his hand over. After seeing him, Zhong Wei calmed down the anger that had been provoked early in the morning. Han Jingyu sighed, then reached out to stroke Han Jingyu's hair, "Good boy."

Han Jingyu bent his lips and smiled very delicately.

Zhong Wei originally planned to send Han Jingyu to school in person, but he suddenly had something to do, so he explained a few words to Han Jingyu, said sorry that he would personally send Han Jingyu to school tomorrow, and left in a hurry.Zhong Wei is always so serious about official duties.

As soon as Zhong Wei left, the entire Zhong family's house became empty. The living room had everything, and everything was the best, but Han Jingyu felt a little lonely sitting in the living room alone.Han Jingyu was used to being alone in the past, but now he is alone in one place, and he just walks around the living room alone.

The dishes on the dining table have not been collected yet. Han Jingyu lives in this place. He has never done anything, but there is always a feeling of uneasiness in his heart. Now that Zhong Wei is gone, Han Jingyu, who has been walking around in the living room for a while, holds the dishes. Dishes into the kitchen, scrubbing up the used dishes.

The servant who tidied up these things in the kitchen came in and saw Han Jingyu washing the dishes. He was startled and rushed up to stop him. Han Jingyu was washing a soup pot when the servant suddenly rushed in and took his hand, repeatedly Say, "Hey—this is not your job."

As soon as Han Jingyu's hand was grabbed by the man, the earthen pot he was holding was turned away, and the leftovers in it were rushed to Han Jingyu's body by the current.

Han Jingyu was wearing a clean cotton shirt, and now the leftovers stuck to his body, and the shirt stuck to his chest all at once.

The servant was startled, and hastily removed the earthen pot from Han Jingyu's hand, and stretched out his hand to wipe Han Jingyu's upper body with a clean white cloth.

"Hey, why did you get all dressed up—" Shanghai dialect is soft and sticky, and I feel very gentle when I hear it.

Seeing that the man was still wiping him, Han Jingyu pushed him, and said softly, "It's okay."

The servant is a woman in her thirties, with good features and clear eyes, she can be seen as a simple woman at a glance.

The servant also knew that he couldn't wipe it off, so he stood in front of Han Jingyu with his hands clasped in apologetic eyes, and looked at him timidly, "Go up and wash it."

The leftovers splashed all over Han Jingyu's body, staining the entire cotton shirt.

The servant led Han Jingyu upstairs, Han Jingyu was outside the bathroom, the servant turned around to fetch clothes for Han Jingyu.

Han Jingyu took off his clothes in the bathroom, took off his dirty white shirt, rolled it up and put it on the drying rack.Han Jingyu put hot water in the bath, and the mist in the bathroom slowly evaporated. Amid the sound of rushing water, the servant's voice came from outside, "Sir, the clothes are put outside for you."

Han Jingyu heard it, and he responded.

He is not used to others calling him Mr., but he does not have any specific address in this family, and his status is very awkward. Zhong Wei and Zhong Yuan may not have noticed it, but Han Jingyu is sensitive to whether he belongs to the family. this home.

Han Jingyu closed his eyes, and the warm water slid from the bridge of his nose to his lips, and then from his lips to his chest.The crimson color of hot ironing floated on the fair and almost transparent skin.

Han Jingyu's arms are very slender, with slender fingers. When viewed under warm light with water droplets on them, they really radiate luster like warm jade.

Han Jingyu's legs are very slender, and the nails on his toes are transparent and crystal clear. The water droplets falling from his body splashed on the nails, as beautiful as splashing jade beads...

Whoa- whoa-

The sound of water was repeated one after another.

Quan Weicheng was woken up by suffocation. Zhong Yuan's grandson pressed his stinky foot on his chest when he was sleeping, and woke him up alive.Of course, Quan Weicheng can't drink as much as Zhong Yuan. When Zhong Yuan is drunk, at least he can carry him home. When Quan Weicheng is drunk, he can only support the wall.

Quan Weicheng felt very thirsty. He felt as if he hadn't drank water for more than ten days. His entire throat and brain were burned by a burst of fire.

Quan Weicheng climbed down from the bed, he was a little unsteady, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, everyone was in a mess, and he even groped for a door for more than ten minutes.

Quan Weicheng touched the doorknob, opened the door, and when he went out to drink water, he suddenly heard the sound of splashing water coming from the front. real.

Quan Weicheng raised his eyes and looked over, and saw the glass door that seemed to be shining through the orange light, and the sound of splashing water came from inside. Quan Weicheng was standing at the corner, and this was the second floor again. Where can I find a water dispenser for him?Quan Weicheng looked around, but couldn't find it, so he glanced back to the bathroom with the lights on.You can see the problem at a glance!

The bathroom door is open!

If he was sober, Quan Weicheng must have avoided it at the first time. After all, it is the privacy of others to take a bath, and he would never pry into the privacy of other people's bodies. He was not under the control of his brain, and when the bathroom door opened and the hot air gushed out, he still stood there without moving, staring blankly at a person walking out of it.

Quan Weicheng felt that he must have not woken up at that time, so he saw a person he couldn't even dream of.

It was Han Jingyu who came out. Han Jingyu was already slender, but because of stomach troubles, he was weaker than most boys of the same age. He walked out of the bathroom with fog gushing out, barefoot, and his whole body was covered with stains. The drops of water don't touch an inch, just like this, it stops Quan Weicheng!

this... this is...

Quan Weicheng felt that his fiery throat was completely burning up.

Quan Weicheng and Zhong Yuan are a bit similar, but Quan Weicheng firmly believes that he is different from Zhong Yuan, who is not close to women.Want to get married?All right, I'll talk about it after I see it.But all these years, there really isn't a woman that Quan Weicheng can look up to, so isn't he just playing bachelor with Zhong Yuan?

However, when he smelled of alcohol and couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or in reality when he drank so much, there appeared the type of person he thought he would be most excited about.

There was a layer of fog in front of Quan Weicheng's eyes, he couldn't see clearly with his eyes open, he could only vaguely see Han Jingyu's slender silhouette and delicate facial contours.

Han Jingyu's whole body was wet, his hair was stuck to the back of his neck, and the water drops flowed from his back to his ankles. Every inch of his skin, and even the bones covered by the skin, made people feel like they were looking at a work of art. .

Quan Weicheng was really stunned at that glance!

When Han Jingyu came out, he just pulled the clothes that the servant brought for him to change from outside. He never thought that there were people outside, so he didn't even look aside.

Quan Weicheng stood at the corner, tilted his head, and stared at Han Jingyu's movements without blinking, watching Han Jingyu from bending over to standing up, watching Han Jingyu's wet hair on his temples and the same wet hair that was steaming. The eyes—this was the heartbeat he had been clamoring for for the first time in so many years.

Quan Weicheng was really drunk, and he thought Han Jingyu was a woman when he was so drunk.A beautiful, melancholy, heartbreaking woman.

Quan Weicheng himself could hear the sound of the meat in his chest that had been dead for more than thirty years hitting his ribs.

Who is that?The person who appeared in his dream, or in reality?

Han Jingyu took the clothes from the outside, turned around and went into the bathroom. Quan Weicheng watched the bathroom door close again, as if suddenly awakened from a big dream.

He was so drunk that he couldn't tell clearly, so drunk that he couldn't even tell whether he was in reality or in a dream.

The light in the bathroom was turned off, and the people inside did not come out. It was like a beautiful hallucination after drinking. Quan Weicheng himself felt that it was an illusion. Quiet, Quan Weicheng rubbed his aching forehead, laughed at himself, turned his head and went back to the room in a daze, and fell back on the big bed.

It really is a dream.

Is this really a dream?

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