Fog River

Before meeting Bian Yan, Chi Shu never thought that kissing could be so gentle, not only on the lips, but also on the forehead, browbones, eyelids, every part of the face could be kissed.

With lingering words and warm breaths, he really touches the deep soul through simple touch.

Chi Shu fell into it in an instant, lying on Bian Yan's back, not wanting to say or do anything, just wanting to drown in this gentle touch.

I can enjoy this kind of state even though I am bored. In the past, no matter how I walked or turned, my back and feet were empty, but now with Chi Shu, with the weight on my back and the ground under my feet, everything in this world becomes real and possible. Touch it, and it's stained with vibrant, bright colors.

Bian Yan turned his wrist, and the amulet engraved with his surname came out from the pile of tobacco, and struck the wrist bone, accompanied by a fast beating pulse.

"No," Chi Shu stretched out his hand to hold down Bian Yan's movement, "I feel distressed watching it."

Boss Bian's hands were too precious, and he didn't dare to hit Chi Shu at all.But the main thing is that it hurts people. Even though I know it's nothing serious, it hurts to see it.

Chi Shu touched his wrist, and put his chin on Bian Yan's shoulder: "Will it be troublesome to wear it? It shouldn't be very convenient when you roll cigarettes."

"No trouble," Bian Yan replied immediately, took out a glove from his pocket and put it on for Chi Shu, then held his hand and buried it in the pile of tobacco, "This way it won't be troublesome."

Across two layers of latex gloves, the temperature in Bian Yan's palm can still be clearly felt, scorching hot, ticking off the memories buried in his body.

Bian Yan's palm prints are very deep, as if carved in with a knife, the moment Chi Shu is held in his hands, he can feel a strong sense of friction.

It was as if he wanted to brand the fate of his palm on Chi Shu.

Chi Shu's hand was taken by Bian Yan, and he pulled out and pushed the tobacco in the cabinet, watched the rising tobacco foam float under the light, and felt the wrapping feeling in his hand.

Chi Shu leaned over and kissed Bian Yan's ear, with a coquettish tone: "Two hands."

"Okay," Bian Yan happened to think the same way, but he was afraid that the progress would be too fast.

But since Chi Shu took the initiative to mention it, Bian Yan had no reason to hold it anymore. He took out another glove and put it on for Chi Shu, holding his hand and reaching into the pile of tobacco to flip it.

In fact, turning tobacco is a very grueling job. You can’t use too much force to avoid rubbing out the aroma of tobacco before unrolling, but you can’t use too much force, otherwise the water vapor accumulated in it will not come out, and the tobacco in a box will be completely wasted. .

The strength of this is all controlled by hand strength gained from experience. Bian Yan has been playing since he was a child, so practice makes perfect, but he also needs to pay attention to a degree of concentration when doing things, so he doesn't like to have other people around when he is working.

But aren't principles and bottom lines just for lovers to break.

Now that Chi Shu is here, Bian Yan's principles and bottom line for the past 32 years have to be changed.

All the rules and regulations were replaced by the word Chi Shu.

In fact, the pile of tobacco was almost done before Chi Shu came, but he didn't stop getting bored, and continued to rub him with him, moving him around in the pile of tobacco with his hands, leaning his mouth to kiss him.

At first there was the sound of rubber rubbing, but after a collision, only the sound of suppressed breathing remained.

It's quite natural to get out of control. After all, at this age, if I didn't meet someone who is true and caring, I wouldn't be so crazy.

At the moment when he finally came out, the smell of tobacco all over the room was tainted with the smell of blending, which outlined a lingering cloud and rain in the dry and stuffy space.

How did he get out of the tobacco room and how did he get upstairs? Chi Shu couldn't remember clearly. The aftertaste hit his forehead one after another. In a daze, he watched Bian Yan throw the stained gloves into the trash can. I don't know what I said to Li Juan, and when I walked over again, the door of the tobacco shop was closed, and there were only the two of them left on the second floor.

Chi Shu leaned on the sofa, panting a bit in his voice: "What are you doing closing the door? I'm not going back tonight?"

"What do you think? Your car didn't come here." Bian Yan sat next to Chi Shu, smiling and piercing his thoughts, "Teacher Chi didn't drive here yesterday."

Chi Shu's car had been parked at the school for several days, and it was true that he didn't drive over on purpose, in order to live here, even if Bian Yan disagreed, he could take him to see him off for a while.

But it's not the same thing if you are intentional on your own, and it's not the same thing when someone pulls you to the surface.

Chi Shu scowled at him: "It's just you who observe carefully."

"Because it's Teacher Chi's business, so I don't dare to be careless." Bian Yan sat a little closer, leaning on his shoulders, and met his eyes, "Mr. Chi is going back tonight?"

Chi Shu was amused by him, and rubbed Bianyan's head: "I won't go back, sleep here."

"Well, I'll find clothes for you." Bian Yan couldn't suppress the joy in his eyes, and pulled Chi Shu to stand up to find clothes in the room.

Chi Shu was not in a hurry, nor did he think backwards, he just followed Bian Yan's rhythm.

Bian Yan pulled out two sweaters and asked, "Which one do you like?"

Chi Shu glanced at the two pieces, which were gray and black. He shifted his gaze to Bian Yan's face, leaned against the cabinet door and said with a smile, "Whatever, I will take it off in the end anyway."

In fact, it wasn't too cryptic, but Bian Yan was still stunned when he heard it, and rolled his Adam's apple uncontrollably after he realized it.

"I'll just hug you and do nothing else." Bian Yan put the black one into the cabinet, quickly turned around and took a pair of loose sweatpants, "You need to have a good rest."

Chi Shu looked at the things he was pressing when he came out, but his heart was itchy, and he couldn't help teasing him. While taking the clothes he handed over, he teased, "What else do you want to do? Didn't you just finish it all?"

Maybe it's because I've been slowed down, so I opened my mouth, pushed Chi Shu into the bathroom, and said with a smile: "After you rest, you'll know what else I want to do."

"Okay, then I'll wait and see." Chi Shu also let go completely, raising his eyebrows at him.

He didn't go any further, but Chi Shu was actually still in pain, and he really needed to take a good rest, and he would be able to control himself, and he would be clear about where to stop.

But Chi Shu, like he said, likes to push forward. Since he is tired of being able to retreat, he will push him step by step to see how far he can retreat for himself.

He said he would wait and see, but it was not the same thing when he took a shower. He deliberately cut off the sound of the water several times while taking a shower, leaving a sizzling gap that would burn the ears of those listening outside.

I thought that this would make Bian Yan break his skills, but Chi Shu still underestimated him too much. Not only did his face look like a normal person, but when it was Bian Yan's turn to wash, he could turn around and use his method to tease him.

The sound of rushing water is really ear-piercing and captivating.

Chi Shu lost his concentration after hearing half of it, and went into the bedroom with his phone in his pocket, lying on the bed and swiping his phone with his heart beating restlessly.

Soon Bian Yan finished washing, turned off the light in the living room and walked in, and even locked the door. The moment the door lock fell, there was a click, and Chi Shu's heart thumped hard.

The aftershocks stirred up the blood boiling.

Chi Shu dropped his phone and stepped over to hug him, sniffing the same fragrance between their collars, his whole body was filled with indescribable peace of mind.

Bian Yan hugged him, reached out to turn off the light, and hugged him in the dark.

Chi Shu felt the heartbeat from the left shoulder blade, grabbed Bian Yan's hand and kissed it: "It seems to be quite early now? Are you going to sleep?"

"I just want to hug you when I don't sleep," Bian Yan kissed the top of Chi Shu's head, then asked after a while, "Will Teacher Chi feel bored?"

"No, it's fine like this." Chi Shu replied, kissing his knuckles reassuringly, "It's really good, it's good to be with you."

Bian Yan gave a low hum, and hugged Chi Shu a little tighter, with indescribable satisfaction in his voice: "I'll hug you for a while first."

After speaking, he quickly added: "Just a moment."

"Boss Bian, I'm your boyfriend." Chi Shu was both helpless and distressed, and took his hand and placed it over his heart. "You can hug him however you want, for as long as you want."

Hearing this, a smile burst into Bian Yan's chest, and he rubbed his chin on the top of Chi Shu's head.

The two didn't talk any more, they were just wrapped in each other's strength and temperature, feeling the heartbeats were connected to each other and finally the frequency gradually became the same, watching the moonlight penetrate the dark clouds and fall to the ground bit by bit.

Bian Yan really didn't want to speak any more, he wanted to just sleep in the moonlight, restraining the temperature in his arms.

He believes that tonight's dream will also be as tender and tender as it is at this moment.

But the soles of his feet were still unreal, and he had to confess to Chi Shu before the light came.

Bian Yan smelled the last tenderness, closed his eyes, and called Chi Shu in a low voice.

Chi Shu's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed Bian Yan's hand with uncontrollable strength, but his voice was filled with tenderness: "I'm here, I'm here."

Bian Yan's eyelashes trembled: "The person who smashed the store last time, how should I say, is my brother, he is related by blood, half father and mother."

"They hated me, and they hated my mom, because she drove over their parents and killed them, leaving them homeless."