Pillow people and dignitaries

...The sweat on Mu Zeqiao's forehead had already wet the tips of his hair.

Fu Junchi lay beside him, leaned up to his neck and kissed his neck.

The warm and moist kiss made his neck itchy, Mu Zeqiao opened his eyes slightly, chuckled and escaped.

As a result, Fu Junchi wanted to kiss his chin again, so he bent his eyebrows and leaned over to kiss Fu Junchi.

This kiss was unusually gentle, and after kissing for a while, their lips parted.

Mu Zeqiao hugged Fu Junchi's narrow waist, and touched his lips like a dragonfly.

He squeezed his calf between Fu Junchi's legs, and gently rubbed Fu Junchi's ankle with his ankle.

This is a small habit of Mu Zeqiao's clinginess.

"Brother Fu, I'm a little tired."

His voice was already hoarse, and he cried like he was venting, but was pressed on the bed by Fu Junchi, and he did it repeatedly for a long time.

Fu Junchi got up first and went to the bathroom to adjust the water temperature. After the water had left the bathtub for a while, he went back to the bedroom and carried Mu Zeqiao, who didn't want to move, into the bathtub.

Mu Zeqiao was lying in the bathtub, holding a glass of warm water that Fu Junchi had poured for him in his hand, and drank it with a few sips, moistening his dry throat.

Fu Junchi sat by the bathtub, helping Mu Zeqiao...

Under the warm yellow light in the bathroom, his skin looked particularly white, and the marks left behind probably took a long time to disappear.

There were traces of being caressed by his lover all over his body. Fu Junchi, who was sitting by the bathtub, slightly rolled his Adam's apple.

Mu Zeqiao turned over, sat in the bathtub, raised his left hand, and looked at the platinum ring seriously.

Then he curled his lips and smirked for a while.

"It's beautiful." Muzeqiao twirled the ring on his left hand, "When did you buy it?"

This is autumn, the green leaves are turning yellow and everything is dying.

There was an ashtray on the coffee table in the living room, and several cigarette butts were lying in it. Fu Junchi came out of the bedroom, and at a glance, his brows and eyes were sharp and hostile. He called Kan Teng and told Kan Teng that yesterday's document had been closed. It's done.

From his cold tone, it can probably be heard that he is not a person to be messed with.

Fu Junchi retired from the entertainment circle and made the same choice as that rebellious young man back then.At the same time, he also resigned from the position of chairman of Borch Enterprise, and occasionally handled several troublesome documents for Kan Teng.

He straightened his collar, changed his shoes, and went out.

The cigarette ash on the coffee table is still not poured out.

After getting into the car, he held a cigarette to his lips, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lowered his head to light the cigarette.

Fu Junchi had a headache because of staying up late yesterday to process documents, and his consciousness was drowsier than usual, so he used the smell of smoke to wake up his brain a bit.

After smoking, he started the car and walked towards a road he used to drive when he was 19 years old. At the end of the road was a dilapidated junior high school, which had been moved to another location for more than ten years.

With the rusty school gate, dead leaves everywhere, and the empty guard room, Fu Junchi got out of the car and walked in. The campus was deserted and there was no one there.

With a cigarette in his hand, he gradually walked in, and suddenly his eyes turned to look at the dead tree.

After decades of changes, the former prosperity here is gone forever. There are not many families near the dilapidated school, and no one will come to water the flowers and trees.

Yan Yan, dry dry, not far from death.

It was a well-known middle school decades ago, and there were laughter and laughter of students everywhere, and the big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves seemed to represent the vigorous and vigorous students in their teens.

Under the shade of that tree, there were several students standing, one of them was much shorter than the others, and he was wearing extremely simple, ordinary white top and three-quarter-length gray shorts.

The smile on his face was the cleanest Fu Junchi had ever seen, and it was also the most unforgettable for Fu Junchi over the years.

A tall young man stood next to the boy. The boy pointed in a direction, then turned his head and told the young man next to him that the building was their usual teaching building.

They talked a lot under the tree, and the boy took the youth around the whole school, and finally brought him to his own classroom.

The boy's tone was light, but there was a little excitement in his eyes.

He pointed to the young man where he was sitting, and told the young man about his interesting deskmate, how they usually pass the time in class, and who they deliberately played tricks on.

At that time, there seemed to be light in his eyes.

In other words, it was Fu Junchi's love that gilded the boy in his memory.

In the blink of an eye, the flowers and plants withered, the old trees were half dead, and the person in my memory stayed at the age of 28 forever.

The weather is like people's hearts, unpredictable, unpredictable, a rain fell without knowing when, Fu Junchi returned to the car, the rain was crackling on the car window, and the piercing sound of rain poured into his ears repeatedly.

The heavy rain saved the dead trees and the weeds.

No one came to save his life.

Smoke was used instead of the cold day and night, and the cats were given to Yao Bin to raise, leaving him to spend every inch of time in a chaotic state.

His world gradually dimmed, and he couldn't take a step in the darkness.

The only star was revealed in the darkness, much like the boy's eyes.

He was finally willing to look in that direction.

"Brother Fu..."

They did it again in the bathroom last night, probably because they were tired, and both of them slept until 11:30 noon, and they slept very deeply.

Mu Zeqiao woke up for a while, but was still a little sleepy, so he lay in Fu Junchi's arms for a long time, turning over occasionally to pull the quilt.

Mu Zeqiao lay down for a long time, his drowsiness almost dissipated, and he wanted to quietly get up to make breakfast, he pursed his lips happily, glanced at the person lying beside him, and planned to kiss him before getting up.

He sneaked closer, only to find that Fu Junchi was frowning.

Logically speaking, Fu Junchi's biological clock lasted three years, so he should have woken up sooner. Fu Junchi was the one who woke up first when he was at Mu's house.

Mu Zeqiao thought he was tired these days, besides they had been arguing for so long yesterday.

But he saw the tears sliding down from the corner of Fu Junchi's eyes again.

He hurriedly hugged Fu Junchi, trying to wake him up, "Brother Fu!"

A pair of black and white pupils gradually opened, brows were furrowed, and after seeing the worried expression of the person in his arms, he froze.

Fu Junchi's eyes were scarlet, as if he was suppressing a long time of sadness.

He had a dream about Mu Zeqiao, the beginning of the dream was the two of them, but at the end of the dream he was the only one left.

"Brother Fu, what's the matter with you?" Mu Zeqiao asked very carefully, for fear that Fu Junchi would cry again if he was not careful.

Fu Junchi couldn't tell whether the happy night last night was real, or the countless nights he had survived in his dream were real.

Mu Zeqiao pursed his lips, "I feel so uncomfortable when you are like this..."

His voice was very low, and as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Junchi hugged him tightly.

"I had a... dream without you."

Mu Zeqiao was so hugged that he could hardly breathe. He didn't know what Fu Junchi dreamed about, but he could feel that Fu Junchi was not in a good mood at the moment.

He gently followed Fu Junchi's back, "I've always heard people say that dreams are the opposite, so don't think too much about it. I didn't appear in your dream because I'm in your arms right now, silly brother Fu." .”

The temperature of the person in his arms was real, Fu Junchi hugged him for a while, recovered from his grief, and leaned over to kiss Mu Zeqiao on the corner of his lips.

Mu Zeqiao blushed...

"I don't care about it, you let it go down by itself."

Yesterday, Fu Junchi made a fuss until after three o'clock in the morning. If the two of them started arguing again, they could probably have lunch directly.

Mu Zeqiao's white and thin collarbone and chest were covered with hickey marks. Fu Junchi kissed his forehead distressedly, "Qiaoqiao, lie down for a while, is there anything you want to eat?"

Mu Zeqiao buried himself in the quilt and made a muffled sound.

"there is none left?"

Fu Junchi waited for a while, and the person under the quilt said again, "It's gone."

Fu Junchi wrapped the quilt around his waist, "I'm too thin, I need to gain some weight."