you have to talk to me

Yang Fan cried, with tears and snot in his nose, he was so drunk that he staggered to and fro, and sometimes fell into Feng Jimeng's arms, like a child rolling in the mud.

While shedding tears, Dong Xiao stuffed the wine bottle into Yang Fan's arms, choking him to drink and not to cry.Lao Hu sat on the side with red eyes all the time, saying that the two men in their 30s started to cry, and they were ashamed and thrown to grandma's house. After speaking, he turned sideways and rubbed his eyes.

Yang Fan was so drunk that he slurred his speech and was dizzy, crying and laughing at the same time.Except for the time after grandma passed away, Feng Jimeng had never seen him so drunk before, and asked him if he was drunk, and told him not to drink.Yang Fan took Feng Jimeng's hand and introduced to his friend, saying that this was his boyfriend and they had been together for more than a year.

Dong Xiao was shocked, and his tongue got even more knotted when he drank too much: "It's hard, no wonder so many girls chased you back then, and you didn't even give a damn look. We all thought you were looking for a fairy, so it turned out to be like this."

Looking back, he said: "I found that there are quite a few gays playing in bands now. They used to always sing 'what about girls, what about girls', but they will all become 'what about boys' in the future."

"Xiao Yang, I heard from Xiao Xu that you are still writing songs. Let's rehearse one when we find time, and sing again at SUBMARINE at night." Lao Hu suggested.

"No, no, forget it." Yang Fan waved his hands and refused.

"Sing!" Dong Xiao refused to refute, "You don't even sing a love song for your partner, that's too much for heaven." Then she turned her head to encourage Feng Jimeng, "You have to let him sing, sing..."

Yang Fan glanced at Feng Jimeng, then at Anna: "This is your band, I'm not the lead singer..."

Lead singer Anna said generously: "The band can borrow you for the time being."

"What are you thinking, of course you are not our lead singer, I just asked you to play for the sake of my friends."

Yang Fan neither agreed nor refused, and the topic turned to how Dong Xiao and his wife met.After talking about this couple, let's talk about him and Feng Jimeng.

The past comes whistling, and then whizzes away, the regrets of the past cannot be filled, and the guilt of the past has lost its meaning, only tonight's wine glasses collide, just like Bei Dao's poem——

We had dreams then, about literature, about love, about traveling across the world

Now we drink late at night, when the cups meet, it's the sound of broken dreams

Although the regret and guilt were still there, the heavy stone in Yang Fan's heart finally fell to the ground with a bang, and the dust settled.Drinking old friends' wine, getting drunk with former partners, the hurdle that Yang Fan didn't want to admit, was slowly melted away by cups of yellow liquid.Like-minded partners and friends who have supported each other, although they have been away for a long time, when they meet again, they can also give each other strength.

After drinking until late at night, Xu Youlin left the party first, and Yu Gang had played hard, only to find that there was another table of guests here when he came back. Except for Feng Jimeng, everyone else was already drunk to the mud.He called Xu Youlin to pick up the band he had invited, called a car, and gave Feng Jimeng the keys to the house so that they could go back first.

A few staggering people huddled together on the road to say goodbye to each other, and Yu Gang and Shu Chang took great pains to separate them.Feng Jimeng lifted Yang Fan, who was already walking around, into the car, stuffed it into the back seat, and then sat in by herself to support him from falling down.

Once Yang Fan was really drunk, his whole body showed a fragile texture, and he was particularly greasy and clingy.He hugged Feng Jimeng in his arms, rubbed his face on his arms and shoulders indiscriminately, muttered his name meaninglessly, bit his ears and acted coquettishly in a low voice without stopping for a moment.

"Mengmeng..."

"Ok?"

"baby……"

"Ok?"

"I'm really happy today, very, very happy, the band is still there, although no, it's not mine anymore, but it's still there."

"Ah."

"Everyone is still here." Yang Fan broke Feng Jimeng's face, and looked closely at him, "Do you think brother is drunk...I'm not drunk."

"Ah."

"You, you don't believe me."

"I believe you."

"really?"

"real."

"That's right, baby, be good." Yang Fan's hot, alcoholic breath touched Feng Jimeng's face, "Kiss me..."

Feng Jimeng pressed his lips to Yang Fan's sideways.

"Nothing, no sound, start again."

Feng Jimeng pushed Yang Fan's furry head aside, and whispered: "The driver is here, let's kiss again when we go back."

Yang Fan stretched out his head and glanced at the front seat, and then remembered that they were in the car. After a moment of dizziness, he asked, "Where are we, where are we going?"

"Brother Yu's house." Feng Jimeng took out the key.

Yang Fan suddenly sat up a little straighter, and knocked out the key in Feng Jimeng's hand: "Don't go to his house."

"Where to go then?"

"Live outside, let me see, have a look..." Yang Fan struggled to take out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, opened an app in an awkward manner, and browsed the hotel.

Seeing that he was struggling to find it, Feng Jimeng wanted to bring the phone over, and said, "I'll decide."

Yang Fan hid to the side, hiding it, as if holding a shady secret: "No, I, see for myself."

Feng Jimeng didn't bother to care about him anymore, thinking that when the car arrived at Yu Gang's house, he would just take him there to finish the job, anyway, the current Yang Fan would definitely not be able to beat him.

"Master, stop the car." Yang Fan looked out the window, tongue tied, "I, I'm going down to buy something."

Feng Jimeng pressed him: "What do you want to buy, I'll go."

Yang Fan turned his head and pushed Feng Jimeng back into the car: "Sit down, sit down, I'll go." Then he said to the driver, "Master, wait for me, you must wait for me."

"Wait, wait, you haven't paid the money yet, go quickly, you will be fined if you stop here for a long time."

"You must wait..."

Yang Fan walked in a serpentine pace towards the shops on the street.Feng Jimeng has been lying on the car window watching him worriedly, until he saw him wandering out of a pharmacy with a black plastic bag in his hand, and then snaked back to the car.

"What medicine did you buy, do you feel unwell?"

Yang Fan put his finger on Feng Jimeng's lips: "Hush..."

He took out his mobile phone again and gave directions to the driver with difficulty: "Master, go, go here."

"Wait a minute, let me navigate." The driver quickly re-navigated and sent them to a nearby mid-to-high-end hotel.

Yang Fan lay at the front desk and took out his ID card. The waiter looked at the two of them and asked them how many rooms they wanted.Yang Fan asked for one.The waiter recommended several standard rooms of different grades.Yang Fan pointed to a luxurious double bed room that cost more than 800 yuan a night, and asked, "Is this room still available?"

"Sir, do you want a big bed room?"

"Yes."

"Also." The front desk checked in, handed him the key card, and told him the floor and room number again.

Yang Fan pulled Feng Jimeng into the elevator, the black plastic bag dangling in his hand, showing a square outline on the bag.When Feng Jimeng saw that plastic bag again at this time, he couldn't help feeling hot in his head and face.

That's right, his college entrance examination is over, and he is no longer a middle school student. Will Yang Fan fulfill his promise tonight?Thinking of this, even though it was clearly what Feng Jimeng expected, he still couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Entering the room, Yang Fan slammed the door shut, and impatiently embraced Feng Jimeng at the entrance, arching his face towards his, kissing loudly while arching, and rubbing on his back and chest. , Said greasy: "I just went shopping."

Yang Fan stuffed the plastic bag into Ji Meng's arms, held his earlobe, and said inarticulately: "It's lubricant and a condom. Baby, I want to be with you tonight... I want to fuck you, do you want to?"

Of course he was willing, but Yang Fan's words were blunt to the point of rudeness, Feng Jimeng was embarrassed, so embarrassed, but those words stimulated his chest like a fire was burning.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yang Fan pressed him on the door, straightened his back a few times in a hurry, and every time he pushed Feng Jimeng against the door, the door was also slammed with a muffled sound.

"Bao'er, is it okay? I really want to, for a long time."

Feng Jimeng couldn't resist that greasy, crooked and eager begging coquettish look at all.He lowered his eyes to avoid Yang Fan's warm and straightforward gaze, and gently pushed him: "Then you go take a bath first."

"Let's wash together."

"J."

"What's the matter, I drank too much today, I'll slip and fall alone," Yang Fan demanded, already reaching out to take off Feng Jimeng's T-shirt, and pulling on the waistband of his sweatpants, wanting to take off his pants, But Feng Jimeng grabbed Yang Fan's hand.

Yang Fan lowered his head, a string of intensive kisses spread from his shoulders to the side of his neck, and covered Feng Jimeng's back with one hand, stroking back and forth: "I'll rub your back for you later..."

Feng Jimeng's hand was taken away.

Yang Fan straightened his waist forward: "Help me take it off." It wasn't that he lost the ability to take care of himself, but that his hands were too busy, so he had to ask Feng Jimeng to help him.

Feng Jimeng lowered his head, the skin on the back of his neck was supported by the cervical spine in an undulating arc, red from the base of his ears to his collarbone, his forehead rested on Yang Fan's shoulder, and his fingers were inflexible to unbuckle Yang Fan's belt , followed by trouser buttons, and pull down the zipper.

The two of them wrestled into the bathroom, and Feng Jimeng pressed Yang Fan on the edge of the bathtub, pressed his head down, and said to wash his hair first.Yang Fanshun sat down obediently and asked Feng Jimeng to wet his hair, pour shampoo on it, and rub his fingers gently in the hair.

"Harder, grab it."

Feng Jimeng scratched Yang Fan's scalp with a bit of force, "How about this?"

"Well, it's very comfortable." He let out a comfortable sigh, holding Feng Jimeng's waist with both hands.

Yang Fan opened his eyes and looked at Feng Jimeng's body in this posture. His body was as slender as a newly grown bamboo, and those embellishments made him look very sexy no matter what. A deliberate seduction is more attractive.

Such a blatant and candid meeting under the incandescent lamp still made Feng Jimeng very embarrassed, but he just tried to avoid Yang Fan's hand, and said embarrassingly, "Brother, don't mess with me, the foam got into my eyes."