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After lubricating, Zuo Yan inserted it in the posture of Si Ji lying on his body.

Si Ji has always found this to be very strange.It seems that no matter what the position is, Zuo Yan can do it with ease.His intestines were stretched to the fullest, and he tried to relax, but there were still waves of numbness from his back to his face.

This is the most direct expression of pleasure.

"I still want to read some books..." Si Ji protested with a hum.It was still Zuo Yan's mother's relic, without the urging of the boss, he spontaneously read it for the third time.Zuo Yan worked very slowly.Rubbing Si Ji's buttocks with one hand, he picked up the book that was treasured by the bedside with the other, and put it under Si Ji's head: "It's okay, I'll do mine, you can do yours."

Si Ji wanted to hehe, but he could only spit out a tired gasp.The walls of his intestines were ground by the hot cock, and he also hardened without knowing it.Reluctantly looking up at Zuo Yan, the other party lowered his eyelids, looking at him, his dark eyes were full of smiles. "If you keep doing this... I'll really break up with you for a day..." Pushing up his butt in self-restraint, making Zuo Yan go deeper, Si Ji threatened unconvincingly.But Zuo Yan stopped twitching, "What's the position of breaking up, can you teach me?"

Si Ji groaned and held back his laughter, the muscles on his face were about to cramp.After fucking him for more than ten minutes, Zuo Yan picked him up, masturbated and ejaculated.A very easy-going sex, not tamed or tamed, more like Zuo Yan's consolation in the face of him who doesn't know how to say it.

Sleeping until noon the next day, Zuo Yan took care of Si Ji and himself, and said he would show him Gaocheng.Si Ji was full of energy, and he jumped before going out, realizing that Zuo Yan brought him here must have some more important meaning.Instead of driving, the two took a taxi to a residential area with no special features.The buildings in this area are very old, but unlike the floors in the south that are covered with moss due to water seepage; there are only peeling wall skins on them, and the cracked cracks have become black due to the invasion of dust, like the skin of an elderly person .Zuo Yan said that he and his mother had lived here for three years.

After graduating from high school, Zuo Yan was admitted to a university further north.He would come back to visit occasionally, but the two-bedroom apartment had already changed several tenants. "Actually, it's not interesting to look at it." Standing downstairs, Zuo Yan raised his head and stared at a certain window, "But I still want to take you here for a walk, are you bored?"

Si Ji followed his gaze upwards, but still couldn't tell which room it was.Of course it's not boring, he really wants to know what Zuo Yan saw and thought when he was smoking by the window when he was a teenager.The feeling of powerlessness blocked by time has actually been buried in his heart and never disappeared.

"The third floor, the second room." Looking at his focused expression, Zuo Yan guessed his thoughts instantly, "This place faces the street, so it's very noisy every day. There are many people passing by, but I don't know any of them."

Pulling him forward, Zuo Yan talked to him about the past many years ago.Some he couldn't remember himself, requiring long pauses to recall.Si Ji listened, these peaceful words seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made him feel waves of warmth surrounded by ice and snow.

This is unique, Zuo Yan's efforts for him.

During dinner, Zuo Yan received several phone calls while sitting at the table.Si Ji munched on the mutton and listened curiously to the Gaocheng dialect coming from the receiver.After the two went back to the hotel to pick up the car, they went straight to a bar named "Hui Li".

The door of the bar was closed, but the noise inside was still clearly audible.After entering the door, a girl with long hair and shawl quickly greeted her.She was wearing a black loose sweater and a small leather skirt, with three-dimensional facial features and a bright and generous smile.Zuo Yan took a few steps forward to hug her, then retreated to Si Ji's side.He introduced that the girl's name was Yu Yue, and she was the proprietress of the bar.Then he took Si Ji's hand and said, this is my friend, Si Ji, the usual Si, Ji who is completely silent.

"You still have two idioms with me, why don't you go to heaven." Yu Yue curled her lips, took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her small bag, thought about it wrong, changed it to Da Zhonghua, and threw one to each of them, "Friend ? Not a boyfriend?"

"...Yeah, why isn't he a boyfriend?" Si Ji bumped into Zuo Yan's waist and winked at him.Zuo Yan smiled and stroked his palm comfortingly.Seeing the interaction between the two, Yu Yue raised his jaw slightly and his eyes flickered.After a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, come with me, and I still have a seat for you.

The bar is not big, divided into two floors, coffee-colored, with many abstract paintings hanging on the wall; on the small stage against the wall on the first floor, microphones and speakers are scattered, and wires are tangled all over the place.Zuo Yan put the guitar on the table and put the photo aside.Si Ji leaned against him quietly, and after Zuo Yan greeted a few people, he whispered in his ear, "Those who were just now were my high school classmates, and so was Yu Yue."

Si Ji could feel the eyes of his "classmates".Probably because they are getting older, their eyes are not so presumptuous, but more cautious, and there is a kind of regret or even relief that Si Ji can't understand.Yu Yue smiled at them from afar, climbed onto the stage to adjust the microphone, and fed them a few times.The bar quickly quieted down, and with a few polite words, Yu Yue said, regular customers should know that every year on this day, we celebrate a classmate's birthday, even though that idiot never shows up.

The students who were still serious just now laughed.One of the short-haired girls who looked like a white-collar worker laughed the loudest.

"Not much nonsense, everyone who wants to come up and sing a song and hum a play, and those who don't want to slap loudly, that's it."

After speaking, Yu Yue came down from the side, bypassed Zuo Yan, and sat beside Si Ji.She asked the waiter to bring a dozen beers, put a bottle into Si Ji's hand, drank half of the bottle herself, and then urged Si Ji: "Drink!"

Si Ji looked at Zuo Yan, Zuo Yan said to drink, she would be drunk after two bottles.Yu Yue reached out to slap him, but Si Ji turned to stop him, and touched the wine bottle with her with a smile: "Sister Yu, drink!"

The band is ready on stage.The lead singer was a young man wearing only a T-shirt. He stood by the keyboard and sang "Happy Birthday to Me" by himself.Si Ji realized early in the morning that the atmosphere was not right, the song was too sad; but he didn't realize that Yu Yue was crying until the sound of sobbing came from around him during the interlude.

Yu Yue held a slender cigarette between his fingers, and the sweet fragrance enveloped Si Ji's eyes.She wept silently, laughed and cried, and pointed to the group photo in front of her, she said, do you know, I took this photo for Zuo Yan and Tao Yi'an.

Si Ji finally knew that person's name.As expected, Yu Yue was drunk, and just listened to the song in a daze, with all the makeup on her face.Three or four students came to the stage one after another, some singing and some simply talking.The short-haired girl in front who laughed the most had red eye circles when she stood in front of the microphone. She said that today is Tao Yi'an's 30th birthday, and she wished him a happy birthday.Although he will never come, we will always be here.

My heart sank suddenly.The ashtray on the table was already full of cigarette butts, and only then did he realize that Zuo Yan had been holding his hand and didn't let go.

In addition: Thank you girls upstairs for replying, I won't comment one by one.

"Free" just wants to write a relatively complete emotional line, so it is interaction and pursuit from beginning to end.Due to the relationship of single perspective, there is not a single psychological monologue in the third person of the old leftist in the article, so it is up to the little driver to peel the onion.

After the article is over, the character of Lao Zuo is finally created.There are more than ten chapters left, I try to hurry up.

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