cute naive

Song Wenyuan wiped the two bodies with paper. Kang Tianzhen felt very comfortable. He leaned on the pillow and looked at him with his head tilted. The hotel's warm lights cast on Song Wenyuan's sweaty body, making his complexion look healthier and his muscles clearer. He murmured He murmured, "Song Wenyuan, you are so handsome."

"You are handsome too," Song Wenyuan threw the used tissues into the trash can, leaned over and kissed him, looked at his handsome smiling eyes, and felt that his heart was full of love.

"We are a real couple now," Kang Tianzhen said, "like my parents, my uncle and master...will we love each other like them?"

Song Wenyuan didn't know how other same-sex couples spent their lives. Looking at Kang Tianzhen's bright eyes, he felt that if he couldn't stay with him forever, he would die of pain.

Kang Tianzhen said to himself, "Should be, I really like the feeling of being with you, family, money... none of these will hinder us, we should be together for a long time."

"Well," Song Wenyuan hugged and kissed him, "it will last for a long time."

The two of them really hugged on the bed for an afternoon as Kang Tianzhen expected, and they did it 3 times intermittently. At the end of the last time, Kang Tianzhen's whole body softened into a puddle of spring water.

Song Wenyuan hugged him to take a bath in the bathroom, Kang Tianzhen hooked his arms weakly around his neck, and the hot water sprinkled on his back made him very comfortable.

"How do you feel?" Song Wenyuan put his arms around his waist, "Can you still stand still?"

Kang Tianzhen lay on his shoulders, feeling drips of liquid dripping down from between Lang Lang's legs, mixed into the hot water and washed away. He looked down at the drain, and answered irrelevantly, "Your sons were washed away. It's down the drain."

"..." Song Wenyuan remained expressionless.

"Hey, really," Kang Tianzhen gave him a wet kiss on the face, "Your son went into the sewer, my son went into the trash can, in the paper towel..."

Pa——Song Wenyuan slapped his butt lightly, "Nonsense."

The fat and tender buttocks trembled twice, more liquid flowed out, Kang Tianzhen murmured, "This feels so strange."

"Ok?"

Kang Tianzhen buried her face in his shoulder, and whispered, "It's a bit shameful, but... I feel very happy..."

Song Wenyuan kissed his forehead, feeling like his heart was about to melt.

The two put on their clothes after taking a shower and went out. Kang Tianzhen hooked Song Wenyuan's fingers, and the two interlocked their fingers in the elevator. The elevator wall was smooth and shiny, reflecting the appearance of the two of them like a mirror. The two of them are handsome in different styles, but their eyes are full of happiness.

With a ding, the elevator door opened, and the two walked into the lobby, passing passers-by who came in to check in. Song Wenyuan carefully observed everyone's reactions, and found that everyone looked indifferent, and everyone was busy with their own business. Things, no one has the time to care about others.

He clenched Kang Tian's hand tightly, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

There are already thousands of lights outside, and Donghuamen Snack Street is nearby. The night market in Beijing is lively and lively, and the hot and dry air is filled with the most lively fireworks.

The two sat at the food stall eating fried liver and fried belly, Kang Tianzhen ate and drank, Song Wenyuan chewed slowly and chuckled, "Eat slowly, no one will grab you."

"I'm hungry," Kang Tianzhen blinked, "and it's really delicious."

"In the future, we can suggest that Shi Taigong's Braised Cuisine Restaurant introduce Beijing snacks," Song Wenyuan said, "There is still soybean juice, do you want to drink it?"

Kang Tianzhen shook his head wildly while holding the bowl.

Song Wenyuan laughed.

The two ate from the west to the east, and then came back from the east. Song Wenyuan carried the packaged fried lumps and fried sausages in one hand, and held Kang Tianzhen in the other to prevent him from rushing to the food stall again, "Enough is enough." , you have no stomach for supper."

"Why not?" Kang Tianzhen said, "Let's go back and do it again, and I'll be hungry."

"..." Song Wenyuan looked around and found that no one noticed them, and said speechlessly, "Even if you are hungry after finishing, you can't eat so much."

Kang Tianzhen paid for an almond tofu, served it in a small bowl, and suggested wittily, "Then we can make it a few more times."

Song Wenyuan gritted his teeth and looked at him, "This proposal is really clever."

The two ate and drank, and when they returned to the hotel, it was already past 10 o'clock. Kang Tianzhen was lying on the bed watching TV, and Song Wenyuan went to take a shower to wash away the smell of oily smoke.

When he returned to the bedroom, Kang Tianzhen was already asleep, and there was still half a piece of fried fresh milk on the bedside table. Song Wenyuan leaned over to kiss him, and there was a sweet milky taste on his soft tongue.

He took off Kang Tianzhen's clothes and stuffed him under the bed. Kang Tianzhen fell into a dazed sleep, crawled over wriggling, rubbed against his side, and fell into a deep sleep.

After exhausting too much energy during the day, Song Wenyuan fell asleep quickly, and Kang Tianzhen got up in the middle of the night. They both kissed in a daze, and it was not yet 3:[-] in the morning when they woke up again.

He woke up with the pleasure of morning erection, opened his eyes, and found that the bedside night light was on, and Kang Tianzhen was lying on his crotch, playing with it curiously.

He couldn't help chuckling, and said hoarsely, "Why don't you sleep?"

Kang Tianzhen twisted the little Wenyuan, making the little mushroom point vertically upwards, "Send a signal to the parent star."

"..." Song Wenyuan laughed, "Nonsense!"

Kang Tianzhen climbed up, sat on his waist, looked at him with bright eyes, laughed and sat down slowly.

In an instant, a huge pleasure hit, and Song Wenyuan couldn't help but make a sound.

The two were full of love for each other, hugging each other, as if it would never be enough, Song Wenyuan supported his twisting waist, looked at his blushing face obsessively, felt that he had never liked a person so much in his life People, the 22 years before meeting him, seemed to have lived in vain, and only then did he have a life, and life had color.

They did it once on the bed, and couldn't help doing it again in the bathroom when they were going to take a shower. Kang Tianzhen lay on the sink, wiped the mist off the mirror with his hands, looked at himself in a mess, and behind him his eyes were full of tears. Song Wenyuan, who fell in love with him, felt the happiness he had never had before.

It was already past 4 o'clock when the two of them got dressed and walked out of the hotel. Today is the weekend, and the Panjiayuan Antique Market opens at 4:[-]. The ghost market is packed to the brim.

Ceramics, calligraphy and painting, bronze, gold and stone jewellery, bamboo and wood bone...Panjiayuan has the most complete collection of antiques in the country. Kang Tianzhen said with a smile, "Do you know where the Holy Land of Christianity is?"

"Jerusalem."

"What about Islam?"

"Mecca."

"Buddhism."

"Bodh Gaya?" Song Wenyuan said uncertainly, "Ganges?"

Kang Tianzhen didn't say the answer, and continued to ask, "Then where do you go on pilgrimage in the antique shop?"

Song Wenyuan laughed, and looked at the bustling crowd and various stalls around him, "Could it be this Panjiayuan?"

"Smart," Kang Tianzhen snapped his fingers, "Panjiayuan is the largest gathering place for antiques in the Mainland. Not only collectors like it, but even foreign devils like it."

The two stood in front of an old bookstall. On the left side of the stand were piles of comic books and comic books, and on the right was a large pile of red collections. Kang Tian bought two Chairman Mao badges on a whim and pinned them on his and Song Wenyuan's chests. ,"OK?"

Song Wenyuan let him dote on him, and said with a smile, "Very good, opposing foreign aggression and striving for democracy and freedom is very sentimental and historically valuable."

"What are you looking at?" Kang Tianzhen looked at the book in his hand. It was a two-volume bound book. Except for traces of history, there were no moths or damage. .”

"Little brother, that's wrong," the stall owner yelled, "This is a rare book from the Qing Dynasty. The price of a rare book from the Ming and Qing Dynasties is soaring, and it's getting more expensive every year."

Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "The quality of this book is good, at least nine grades. You can say that it is a rare book, but it is a re-edited version of the Zunruan edition of Dianshizhai in the Qing Dynasty. The publication date was at most pushed back to 1875, which is Guangxu. period."

The stall owner laughed loudly, "I dare say that I met an expert. My brother looks familiar, doesn't he come here often, and his accent sounds like a southerner?"

"My two brothers are from Nanjing," Song Wenyuan said, "I know a thing or two about antiques, and today we are here on a pilgrimage to Panjiayuan."

"Hahaha, what a joke," the stall owner said with a smile, "It's still a pilgrimage. Now this Panjiayuan is not the Panjiayuan it used to be. There are more people, but there are fewer real things. The eyes are full of Yuan blue and white, and they are all ancient. Yu, but actually," he winked and didn't continue.

Song Wenyuan continued, "Actually, the blue and white flowers of the Yuan Dynasty were fired by Fujian people in their own earthen kilns, and the high ancient jades were all made by Henan people with chemicals."

The stall owner laughed out loud, knowing that he had met an expert, looked at the ancient books in Song Wenyuan's hands, and said sincerely, "Brother, since none of us are sticks, let's open the skylight and tell the truth. This book was written by me at a waste paper purchase station. If it wasn’t for my discerning eye, it would have been made into pulp long ago, and now it’s lucky to meet you, my brother, so just give me 1000 yuan, and that’s enough.”

"1000 yuan?" Song Wenyuan laughed, "Brother, you are obviously bullying me. Although the appearance of this book is acceptable, it is not a first edition, and the collection value is greatly reduced. It is only worth 100 yuan at most."

The stall owner said unhappily, "Are you going to give me a [-]% discount now?"

"50% discount is already high," Song Wenyuan looked at him gently, "If you are an experienced old collector, it would be nice to give you [-] yuan."

The stall owner said, "How can you bargain like this? Take a look at the appearance of this product. There is no moth damage at all. It is so well preserved. Eight hundred, eight hundred yuan, you can take it away."

Song Wenyuan said, "One hundred and fifty."

The stall owner stared, "Then I lowered it to [-], and you called for [-], and the final deal was [-]?"

"Yes, good idea," Song Wenyuan said two hundred and five, but counted out three red tickets and stuffed them in his hand, "Pack the book for me, I think you have a beech box that would be nice."

The stall owner grabbed the beech wood box and patted it on the stall, "Another fifty, and this box is for you."

"Then I don't want the box," Song Wenyuan said, "Innocent, take off the badge, we don't buy badges anymore."

"Hey! You are a man!" The stall owner pointed at him depressedly, and pushed the box over, "Give it to you, give it to you, and you will return the badge after you buy it..."

Song Wenyuan carefully packed the ancient books into a box, packed them, put them in a backpack, and smiled at the stall owner, "It's just a joke."

"Not kind!"

When the two left the booth, Kang Tianzhen was full of surprise, "You only spent three hundred?"

"Three hundred is already a generous price," Song Wenyuan said, "Didn't you hear what the stall owner said, he picked it up at the waste collection station, and it was weighed by the catty, so it probably cost less than fifty cents."

"It's really huge profits," Kang Tianzhen took his hand, "I still think you're really good at bargaining."

Song Wenyuan said, "I'm not very good, you can imagine how much he could cut if it was your uncle?"

Kang Tianzhen thought for a while, then suddenly laughed, "He can make the stall owner give him all his pants."

Song Wenyuan laughed, carefully imagining the evaluation of Kong Xin in the antique shop, he really is such a person.

"Hey, there's something interesting here," Kang Tianzhen dragged him to a bamboo and wood miscellaneous stall. His fingers crossed the exquisite pigeon whistle, the bright red walnuts, and the exquisite ivory carvings, and decisively picked up a pillar.

The stall owner praised, "Good eyesight, the best baby in the world was caught by you at a glance."

Kang Tianzhen smiled and said, "The best baby in the world is at your stall,"

Song Wenyuan gritted his teeth, "Do you really know what this is?"

"I know, Mr. Jiao," Kang Tianzhen said with a smile in his ear, "When I was young, I found a ceramic one in my parents' bedside cabinet, and they were pretty good at playing with it."

Song Wenyuan raised his forehead, "So do you still want to buy it?"

"Why don't you buy it? It's valuable for collection," Kang Tianzhen said to the stall owner, "I want this, how much is it?"

"Three thousand, this is made of Hetian Biyu, seed material," the stall owner praised loudly, "You can't find such a good thing at other stalls."

"Because no one would collect this kind of thing," Song Wenyuan stopped Kang Tianzhen from paying for it, "Don't be impulsive, why are you buying this back?"

Kang Tianzhen rolled his eyes, "Can't I play by myself?"

Song Wenyuan was speechless, "What's so funny about this? You have something real."

The stall owner strongly recommends, "This is not right. There is an old saying that is good when a fake is true, and when it is fake, it is also true. Don't think it is not true, but it is more interesting than the real." Now, look at this shape, how realistic it is, the veins, the coronal groove, at least 18 centimeters..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it," seeing him talking more and more vigorously, Song Wenyuan stopped haggling for the first time without saying a word, threw down 3000 yuan, tore open Kang Tian's satchel, and stuffed Mr. Jiao go in.

Kang Tianzhen touched the strap of the satchel and said happily, "I'm going to talk to my mother when I get back. I don't know which one is more valuable to collect, the one made of jade or the one made of porcelain."

"None of them," Song Wenyuan said, going crazy.