heartbeat live broadcast

Yes, does not mean will do.

That game was still lost, but Zhong Xincheng and Yan Shu had a great time.Yan Shu chatted with Danmaku one after another, and turned around to find snacks for the boyfriend who was on the side after talking for a while. Zhong Xincheng was cold-tempered and had little interest in their topics. The sound itself is loud.

So much so that the silent live broadcast room that night was filled with rustling noises, like the rustling of hamsters rolling in a sawdust cage, and the noises of unknown animals gnawing on nuts—the rattling of shopping bags, the crackling of packaging. The muffled sound of tearing and breaking of snow cakes and the men's teasing not far or near.

"I can't sleep anymore, eat less."

"Leave me alone."

"You have to worry about it...you're going to make trouble with me again if you can't sleep."

"When did I mess with you?"

"You kid, turn your face and deny anyone?"

"Old man."

"hiss--"

In the next second, the microphone seemed to be directly cut off, and no more sound could be heard. The barrage in the live broadcast room was like water plants under the undercurrent, dancing desperately, with minions exposed.

"Is this what we minors should hear?"

"I fucking believe in your ordinary friends!"

"What happened I just came here??"

"Run, run, run"

"Watch a live broadcast and be shown"

"No one thinks that these two people..."

"something wrong"

"Sister in front, don't think too much"

"Fight the public screen on integrity"

Zhong Xincheng was pressed down by Yan Shu, and with a slight movement, he could rub against the man's chin. His thin, shaved lips were tightly pressed together, like a trembling goose with a stalked neck, his gaze poked out from his slightly restrained eyes, On to the undulating folds of the quilt.

The man's palms were hot, he slid against Zhong Xincheng's waist, and there was something in his words: "You don't know if I'm old or not?"

It's a joke, Yan Shu also wanted to save face when he was dubbed an old man when he was two years older - he simply stopped broadcasting the live broadcast, and came here specifically for children to find a place.

Some people forget the pain when their scars heal. They will not remember the scene of being pressed on the bed and crying a few days ago. Maybe Yan Shu gave him too much freedom. After recovering, he only thinks about the whole thing, but usually She also had a destructive expression on her face, as if it would be a sin to kiss more.

How could someone say a cryptic invitation with a cold and pure face?Even those clear and waveless eyes were stained with a touch of longing, staring straight at you, the corners of his lips drooped, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

Zhong Xincheng was in such a state at this time.

No one knew that he would show contradictory expressions when he was emotional, trying to escape and seduce deeply at the same time, even Yan Shu hadn't thought about it—fortunately, only he has seen it now.

This is like an intriguing secret that will be locked in Yan Shu's hands forever.

"You, live broadcast." Zhong Xincheng held Yan Shu's clothes with his fingers, and suppressed his voice while dodging.

"Stop broadcasting, do something else." Yan Shu buttoned the computer, then flipped the switch on the wall.

In the ambiguous darkness, someone gasped, and then his voice became hoarse.

……

Zhong Xincheng slept until the sun was up.

Before Yan Shu left, the curtains were pulled open a slit, and the warm and shattered sunlight condensed into long strips and whipped Zhong Xincheng's face, causing him to squint his eyes impatiently.His thin body was buried under the quilt, and when he turned it a little, it swelled up. Zhong Xincheng opened his eyes in the ball, and silently rubbed his lower back.

The pajamas on the upper body were rolled over the chest, and the empty sheets were pressed against the waist and abdomen. The warmth penetrated the flesh and bones, and the coolness under the thighs made Zhong Xincheng feel like cursing.

He turned over and sat up, wrapped up like a silkworm chrysalis, with a black head exposed, and moved around to touch the charging mobile phone under the bed.

Yan Shu sent him a message three hours ago:

"The rice is in the refrigerator, remember to eat it warm."

"Where are you going to play today?"

Change breakfast to lunch, and go on a half-day tour, who is it all thanks to?

Zhong Xincheng frowned, let out a low sigh, let out a long breath, and replied: "I'm awake."

After a while, Yan Shu replied:

"Young man, you are weak. Do you want my brother to stew some mutton for you?"

Zhong Xincheng: ...

I really don't need it, I made up enough last night.

"Get out." Da Da Da tapped three times, Zhong Xincheng pressed down cruelly.

He could imagine what Yan Shu's expression was like in the company: he probably had a serious face, but his heart was already rocking with laughter.

In the afternoon, Zhong Xincheng stayed at home to help the dog man make up the unfinished time last night. The dog man seems to be very busy with his internship recently, and he tried his best to accompany him at night. The live broadcast time dropped sharply. Zhong Xincheng has nothing to do while living here, so he simply Do a little favor to pay the rent.

He closed the mic and played a few games, ignoring the questions on the barrage that said "did my brother have his throat bitten?" He played jungle, winning and losing, and the overall score did not change much.After four o'clock, Zhong Xincheng tidied up the house and prepared to go out to pick up his boyfriend from get off work.

The track suspended above the ground is supported by reinforced concrete, and the steel forest rising from the ground will block the light leaning against the western mountain. There are not many pedestrians and vehicles on the road, but after a few hours, the street will be flooded by countless scarlet car taillights. People rubbed shoulders and set foot on the scattered homeward journey.

He walked up the escalator, hearing the loud noise and strong wind of the subway entering the station.

Crowds and noise brushed past the ears, circulated, and slipped away within a short distance.Zhong Xincheng moved with the high-speed subway, and orange glare was projected from the gaps in the high-rise buildings. They soaked the windows, as if they could drip on the fingertips with a single swipe.Light and shadow overlapped for a moment, Zhong Xincheng leaned against the car door, his heart was filled with an urgent desire for no reason—he immediately wanted to see Yan Shu.

Hurry up, hurry up, grab the tail of time, and go to your lover.

The night came quickly, and large expanses of splashed ink seemed to be pressed down. Just waiting for all the street lights to light up, the light of the world collided with the thick and deep darkness, blending out the unique light frequency of the junction.Zhong Xincheng walked according to the map given by Yan Shu, turned several street corners, and saw the huge tall building from a distance.

In the most prosperous area of ​​the commercial street, the first floor is full of high-end luxury brands. He walked slowly in the place surrounded by light, passed a large promotional screen, and walked into a jewelry store by accident—it was a wedding ring shop, he had the impression , the shop that only customizes one piece in a lifetime.

Life, this concept is too illusory, as short as a moment, but also so long that it lasts for countless years.Who dares to use the once-in-a-lifetime thing for youth to squander, burn in the short-lived passion like a torch, and ignore the last scorched embers.

But Zhong Xincheng thought about it, and felt that there was always someone who deserved it.

"What do you need?" The sweet voice of the shopping guide brought Zhong Xincheng back to reality. He had already walked to the counter, and the perfectly cut diamond shone in the white light of the counter. It was transparent, pure and flawless, just like the most original love look like.Zhong Xincheng took a closer look, but suddenly couldn't make up his mind.

If he proposed to Yan Shu with a diamond ring, how would Yan Shu react?

Moved and delighted?Hesitant?Dissatisfied and resisted?

"Do men like diamond rings?" Zhong Xincheng was a little confused, he pointed at the rings in the showcase with his fingertips, and suddenly spoke his mind without thinking.

The shopping guide was taken aback for a moment, with a smile on her face, she met Zhong Xincheng's eyes.

At that moment, she felt a familiar feeling in her heart.

"Of course, sir." She smiled sweetly, seeing the young man in front of her with an apologetic expression.

Soon, the boy who seemed to be buying a diamond ring walked out of the store, staring at his back, and the shopping guide suddenly remembered why the familiarity came from.

A few days ago, a tall and handsome man came to the store and asked almost the same question: "Do boys also like diamond rings?"

The handsome man had a helpless and troubled smile on his lips, and the angle of his eyebrows and eyes was very gentle. He carefully picked out every style of diamond ring, and finally settled on a pair of very low-key wedding rings.

"The handsome guy from the other day looks like he's only in his 20s, but he's already at the age to talk about marriage." The shopping guide lady stood upright with her arms folded, chatting with colleagues around her in the free time when there were no customers. puzzled.

"Yeah, I don't know which lucky beauty hates marriage so much." The colleague laughed jokingly, not paying much attention to what she said.

Is it a girl?

The shopping guide was a little uncertain. She remembered that the man answered the phone when he left at the end. It sounded like a cold male voice, probably from his lover—every expression on his face was changed by the words of the person opposite. Vibrant and lively, he squinted his eyes and responded in a low voice, with an involuntary smile at the end of his eyes.

"That's great." The shopping guide looked at the back of the person who was going away, and smiled suddenly.

Yan Shu never looked forward to getting off work more than that day. He packed his things non-stop, barely maintaining a rigorous and upright image of a practitioner, but when he left the door, he jumped like a child.

The night was slightly thick, and the cold wind was blowing on his face, but Yan Shu's footsteps froze when he stepped out of the door, his eyes suddenly softened when he touched a certain figure.

He was immersed in the hustle and bustle, and saw his spark.

It's just that his Xinghuo is being approached by other girls.

Yan Shu raised his eyebrows and strode over, watching the little girl with a cold face in his pocket, his attitude was so bad that he didn't even look at the little girl.

Geez, why don't you have any sympathy?

The whispers became louder and louder, and the sound of Yan Shu's footsteps gradually amplified. His figure was reflected in Zhong Xincheng's deep eyes, and he saw the corner of the child's lips unfold a ray of relief, staring at him as if asking for help.

"Sorry, he has a lover." Yan Shu put his arms around Zhong Xincheng's waist in the little girl's surprised eyes, and smiled slightly.

After a short confrontation, the little girl blushed and ran away.

"Let go." With a cold face, Zhong Xincheng used his fingers to pick the dog man's paws on his waist with difficulty, but those fingers were like a branding iron, tightly wrapped around his waist, and it took him a while to grab his hand Hold it in your palm.

"Not loose." Yan Shu looked at him calmly, and said softly, "Never loose for a lifetime."