Correct posture of masochism [system]

From nine o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the afternoon, I tasted all the madness and absurdity.

Jiang Yu was lying on a piece of canvas, there was a lot of sticky stuff between his legs, it was already cold, he looked at the ceiling above his head, he did what Xu Yiming did, but he was still crushed.

The only consolation is that this body is not my own, but the soul living in it still feels real, the kind of pain and itching that runs through it all.

Jiang Yu stroked his wet hair, sat up with his hands on the floor, stretched the muscles in his waist and legs, took a deep breath in pain, and slowly got up while supporting the picture frame next to him.

Randomly picked up the drawing paper on the floor and wiped the liquid dripping down his thighs, he walked out of the studio and put on his clothes and trousers again in Xu Yiming's bedroom, looking like a naughty child who had stolen an adult's clothes.

When Jiang Yu came, Xu Yiming should have thrown away his wet clothes, including half a pack of cigarettes and some small change in his pocket. He looked around but didn't see anything like a piggy bank, so he had to go out to take a taxi with a sullen face. , limping back to Mu's house.

The butler ran to the door to pay, and saw that Jiang Yu was walking in a strange posture leaning on the wall, and was wearing a baggy suit, all of which were expensive handcrafts. The butler's eyelids twitched, and he remembered the suit that Mr. Xu wore last year.

Not daring to think further, the butler went to the kitchen and ordered someone to prepare lighter meals.

If Jiang Yu knew the clothes Xu Yiming wore at Mu Chen's reception last year, he would definitely vomit blood in anger.

"Shaoqing, what's the matter?" Mother Mu in the garden frowned when she saw the young boy's face was pale and he was walking, "You didn't go home last night, did you fight outside?" I feel that the clothes on the young man are a bit familiar, but I can't remember them.

"Well, I fought." And I lost.

Jiang Yu's whole body was in severe pain, he didn't want to say more, he glanced at the stairs, his chin tensed, he went up one step at a time, when he lay on the bed, he was already half dead.

Downstairs, Mother Mu called Mu Chen to tell the story. She was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, while the butler next to her moved her lips, hesitated to speak, and finally did not reveal a word.

After a while, both of them were surprised when they heard the movement from the door. Classes were only in the evening, and the man had never been here at this time.

Mother Mu showed a dignified smile, "Mr. Xu, Si Fan hasn't finished school yet, you sit down first..."

"I have something to do with Mu Shaoqing." Xu Yiming interrupted aloud, with a trace of overly obvious impatience in his usual modest attitude.

Mother Mu was taken aback, "Housekeeper, go and ask Shaoqing to go downstairs, just say..."

"No, just take me there." Xu Yiming interrupted Mu Mu's words again. This was impolite behavior, but the elegant and calm look on his eyebrows made people unconsciously forget the unpleasantness.

Following the butler upstairs, Xu Yiming stood at the door and knocked on the door. There was no sound from inside. He looked at the butler with a questioning look. The butler thought for a while and then called out, "Young Master, Mr. Xu is here to see you."

After a while, a vague voice came from inside, "Let him in."

The butler went to get the spare key to open the door, and signaled Xu Yiming to go in. He stood in the opposite corridor by himself, so that he could deal with it in time in case something happened.

After going in and closing the door with his backhand, Xu Yiming glanced at the clothes on the ground, raised his eyebrows lightly, walked to the bed and lifted the quilt, and stared condescendingly at the boy lying on the bed.

He just called to ask his friends how to clean up, and went out to buy medicine, and when he came back, he was gone.

"stand up."

Jiang Yu didn't move, skipped first base and second base and went straight to third base. He did all the kissing, touching and embracing between lovers, but it was impossible for his favorability to go from -1 to 100 all at once, so he left. Will Yiming come to the door?

He felt that he was not playing Mu Shaoqing's life, but playing tricks.

The bed sank into a piece, inside.The trousers were stripped off, Jiang Yu half-closed his eyes, "I went to pull them just now."

Xu Yiming subconsciously wanted to wipe his hands with a paper towel, stopped when he pulled it away, took out a small black box from his pocket, opened it, dipped his fingers in the white ointment inside, and applied it to the red and swollen place of the boy.

"I became an adult last month." Jiang Yu said in a lazy tone, "The one who made love to you this morning is not a minor."

Xu Yiming didn't look up, slowly massaged the ointment on his fingertips, and when it was almost absorbed, he put the small box on the bedside table, got up and put away the clothes on the floor, found a bag and packed them.

"I wore this dress a few times last year, and many people in the Mu family have seen it."

Jiang Yu's face froze for a moment, he sneered, "What? Are you afraid that your reputation as a great artist will be stained by a little bastard like me?"

"Fame?" Xu Yiming paused for a moment, and something resembling mockery appeared in his eyes.

"Go out, I'm going to sleep." Jiang Yu pulled the quilt and shrank into the quilt.

At the end of summer, Xu Yiming's class ended, that day Mu Sifan followed him with red eyes, like a puppy abandoned by its owner, Jiang Yu was at the window, taking everything into his eyes.

Xu Yiming walked to the gate and turned around suddenly. He looked at the window, and the two eyes met. At that moment, Jiang Yu guessed that he might have had an illusion, otherwise it would be impossible to see Xu Yiming smiling. mean.

Xu Yiming's art exhibition was temporarily canceled, he went abroad, Jiang Yu was kept in the dark like everyone else in the country, Mu Sifan began to get nervous, as changeable as the weather.

Not long after autumn came, the weather began to cool down, and the coat and sweater were added to the body, as if winter came after summer.

Jiang Yu was still working in the bookstore, and Xu Yiming had left. He didn't need to stay in Mu's house to endure Mu Sifan's eccentricity and cynicism, so he rented a small house near the bookstore with his salary.

In December, it was freezing cold.

At 10:30 in the night, Jiang Yu closed the door of the bookstore, heaved a sigh of relief, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked slowly towards the place where he lived. When he saw the man under the street lamp, he stopped abruptly.

After two seasons, the man who went abroad returned.

He stood still, squinting his eyes and watching the tall man walking towards him step by step.

There was no "I'm back" or "You're back". After a few months, the two looked at each other at the corner of the street with neon lights on a winter night.

Speaking of not being a friend, not a lover, not even a friend with benefits, I should feel uncomfortable, but I don't.

Xu Yiming took off the knitted scarf around Jiang Yu's neck, his voice was caught in the roar of passing motorcycles, "Do you have someone you like now?"

"No." Jiang Yu took a deep breath, smelling the clear breath on the scarf and the unique fragrance of pen and ink.

Xu Yiming's eyes were slightly deep, "Me neither."

Raising his eyebrows, Jiang Yu patiently waited for his next words. He looked very calm, but inside he was quite different.

"Since neither of us..." Xu Yiming lowered his head, his hot breath sprayed on his face, and his voice slowed down, "Why don't we try together."

After saying this, Xu Yiming seemed to feel a lot more relaxed. He went abroad because his mentor had a physical condition. During that time, he drew a head portrait. The model was a boy he liked before. He was of mixed race and had beautiful facial features. , the final product was also perfect, but he ruined the painting.

Because the outline of the person in that painting is a mixed-race boy, but the eyes are not sapphire blue, but black, evil, and wild.

Since then, he found that the other person's face appeared in his mind more than twenty times, an unprecedented one.

So he's back.

Slowly pulling the lips, Jiang Yu nodded, "Okay."

It took about a second or two before Xu Yiming came back to his senses, pulled one of his hands out of his pocket and held it, "Then go move now, pack your things, and live with me later. "

"Moving what?" Jiang Yu squinted at him, and smiled frivolously, "You don't even have the money to buy me those daily necessities?"

For the first time, Xu Yiming knew what embarrassment was.