You're a cannon fodder

Fang Zexi woke up the next day and was startled for a long time when he saw the hand on his waist.

Still in the same posture, he woke up first, Xia Yang was still asleep, hugged him from behind, put his hands on his waist, and closed them slightly in a semi-relaxed manner.

It's the fourth time.

It turns out that the so-called things are only three things, not empty words.

Fang Zexi turned over and lay face to face with Xia Yang.

Although it was the fourth time they slept together, he had never carefully looked at Xia Yang's sleeping appearance.

The contours of the facial features are still firm lines, but they are softened a lot because of the closed eyes, but they are not as good-looking as when he smiles. The warmth of melting ice and snow can only be presented by contrast.

The first time I saw that strong contrast, Xia Yang was smiling at Ning Le, and liked to reach out and rub his hair.But now, the newcomer has replaced the old one... and no matter from which angle you look at it, the newcomer is not as good-looking as the old one.

How did they develop this relationship.

Xia Yang was awakened by Fang Zexi, opened his sleepy eyes, and murmured in a hoarse voice: "Mmm...bamboo stick."

He seemed to be in this state for a few seconds every time he just woke up, he looked in a daze, and his voice was so sexy that people and gods were angry.

Fang Zexi couldn't help but pressed down on him, pressing and kissing him again and again.

The last time I read the multiplication table, I was able to calm down, but this time I don't need it.

Xia Yang's lips are thin, but the outline is very clear.

At first, Fang Zexi kissed very gently, the tip of his tongue licked Xia Yang's lips, then he invaded a little bit, prying his teeth to touch the roof of his mouth, then gently rolled his tongue, sucking slowly, finely and long.

Xia Yang woke up completely from his sleep, stretched out his hand to hold the back of Fang Zexi's head, disrupted his steps and started to fight back. The simple kiss became intense, rich and crazy.

Fang Zexi gradually lost his mind, abandoned the appearance of tenderness, and got entangled with Xia Yang, setting fire to his body with both hands, and kneading his upturned buttocks.

Xia Yang was not used to it, and shouted nervously: "Bamboo... Bamboo sticks..."

"Xia Yang..."

"Ok?"

"What the hell were you doing here last night?"

"Ah?" Xia Yang's breathing was a little short, and he tried hard to keep his mind clear, and said, "You always avoid me, I miss you, so I came here."

"It's delivered to your door without lubricant, and it's not smooth to take apart and eat. I'll give you a bad review, dear."

Xia Yang was confused and blinked his eyes.

Fang Zexi looked at him, and happily grasped the heat below him.

Well, according to the situation last night, if you don’t bring it, don’t take it, it’s better to change it to a review.

The two had a fling on the bed before they calmed down and got dressed.

Xia Yang thoughtfully went downstairs to warm up the car. Fang Zexi heaved a sigh of relief, ran to the computer and turned off the aa that had been recorded until it crashed, took a towel and wiped it on the table again, and turned it off after cleaning up. Turn on the heater and go out.

It was only when I went out that I realized that it had snowed all night outside, the branches were covered with white patches, and there was still some snow on the road.

Fang Zexi got into the car, fastened his seat belt, and asked, "It snowed last night? Why is it so early this year?"

"Well, it was down when I came."

"Then you still come."

"Always miss you, can't sleep."

Fang Zexi was so numb that he had goosebumps all his life, so he stopped talking.

He finally asked Xia Yang to be the driver for a while, and sat in the passenger seat to flip through the CDs. Most of Xia Yang's CDs were songs in foreign languages, mostly accompanied by guitars, with a few Chinese mixed in, but they were relatively uncommon, and they didn't sing all over the street. The kind, although there is no piano and guzheng symphony used to pretend to be literary, it still looks very tasteful.

Unlike in Fang Zexi's car, all classical symphony music is played outside, but the radio is tuned to a channel, and you can directly listen to radio dramas by turning on the mp3...

When there are no outsiders in the car, it is not surprising that there is a high h bang inside.

Xia Yang drove the car into the garage and parked next to Fang Zexi's car.

The value of the two cars is very different, and it looks very awkward to park together. Fang Zexi felt a tightness in his chest, and silently got out of the car and walked to the elevator.

Xia Yang walked beside him, and said jokingly: "Your car has been parked at my house for so many days, how do you plan to pay the parking fee?"

"Mr. Xia is worth tens of billions, so he still cares about the parking fee?"

"So, I want you to pay in another way." Xia Yang walked into the elevator, immediately put his arms around Fang Zexi, and rubbed against his face.

"Repay the flesh." Fang Zexi pressed Xia Yang against the elevator door, lifted his chin, raised his eyebrows and said with an evil smile, "I will make you comfortable."

Xia Yang couldn't laugh or cry, the bamboo stick was possessed by something, right?Isn't it the legendary gentle attack?What's the matter with this evil, charming and crazy way of acting?

They didn't go directly to Xia Yang's house. After reaching the so-called top floor of the hotel, Xia Yang opened the elevator and said, "Aren't you going to invite my benefactor to dinner?"

Fang Zexi asked in surprise, "Isn't it an unspoken rule?"

"That, of course. But the top priority now is to fill the stomach, and it's almost noon."

Fang Zexi smiled helplessly, and said, "You really know how to choose a place, so that all the money I invited you will fall into your pocket."

"It's called, the fat and water don't flow into outsiders' fields." Xia Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled, and made a gesture of invitation to Fang Zexi.

The top floor is said to be a sightseeing restaurant, but the area is actually small, with only one side being a floor-to-ceiling window, but the position by the window happens to be a park not far away, with beautiful scenery and an excellent view.Although it is still a vast expanse of whiteness now, it still gives people a sense of openness.

They hadn't had breakfast yet, and it wasn't a serious meal time at this time. No one came up, and there were only the two of them in the whole restaurant. There was soothing music playing from the speakers, as if there was nothing there.

The waiter saw that the boss was here in person, so he was naturally very attentive and served the dishes quickly.

Xia Yang took a sip and said, "It's delicious."

I've seen someone who boasted, but I've never seen someone who is as shameless as him.

During the meal, the two chatted as usual, occasionally sarcasm and sarcasm to each other.

A lot of things, it's good to understand, not friendship is the safest distance.

Most of the time during the meal, Fang Zexi only looked at the food and Xia Yang, watching him talk with a smile on his face.

Xia Yang asked, "Are you afraid of heights?"

"Huh?" Fang Zexi woke up from the secret observation, looked out of the window with a puzzled face, and replied, "No."

Then he looked at the top of Xia Yang's head again, and said pointedly: "I'm not afraid of heights, not in any way."

This time it was Xia Yang's turn to be confused and follow Fang Zexi's gaze to straighten his hair.

After eating and resting for a while, the two started the most important thing in the afternoon. Fang Ze analyzed the ultimate goal of Xia Yang's house - recording.

Fang Zexi felt that he must be at odds with Xiaoniaodou. His drama has not been peaceful for a moment since then. The pia script Ning Le appeared and had to be interrupted. The recording of H failed several times, and Xia Yang's sense of drama was even worse. You can't teach until you can't teach, let alone the messy things that happened in the middle.

He just masturbated dozens of times last night!Crashes before saving!What a waste of his feelings!

After recording this drama, he will definitely not take on the drama planned by Xiaoniaodou again!No, he won't pick up those who have birds on the same stage!

Xia Yang's study room is not considered a formal recording studio, but the overall environment is well arranged, and the recorded sound quality is very good.

Fang Zexi and Xia Yang exchanged a few words on the spot, then suddenly stopped and frowned and stared at him without speaking.

Xia Yang felt guilty after being stared at, touched his neck and cleared his throat.

"At that time, you dragged me to the scene every day, did you do it on purpose?"

"Ah." Xia Yang talked about him from left to right, and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight, I'll let the chef do it."

"Xia Yang."

"Ok?"

"Since when did you like me?"

Xia Yang thought about it seriously, and then said: "Actually, I don't remember clearly, but it may be from the first time I saw you, or it may be that you stayed with me for my birthday at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. When you said happy birthday to me."

Fang Zexi was speechless, the gap between them was really big enough.

So what about yourself?

Fang Zexi thought about it, but found that he couldn't remember it either.It was only slowly that I became attracted to this person, turned an enemy into a friend, and gradually became familiar with him. Although I still had prejudices, I became more and more concerned.

In this world, some people may fall in love at first sight, while others fall in love with each other for a long time.

Although there is a very distorted interpretation of the term "love with each passing day", he and Xia Yang are so pure that they couldn't be more pure.

For a person like Xia Yang, how did I misunderstand that he would force Ning Le?

Fang Zexi really wanted to scratch a hole and bury himself.

only……

Fang Zexi sighed and said, "I... am not the one for you."

"How could it be?" Xia Yang turned the chair around and touched Fang Zexi's face, "My bamboo stick is the most suitable for me, gentle and considerate, every time I'm by your side, it's like, uh, like a spring breeze. "

"It's just an appearance."

"Your appearance is different, and I like it very much. In fact, before I met you, I heard Ningle talk about you. At that time, I thought you were a kind of tea, gentle and elegant. Only after I met you did I realize that you are a Snake with a black belly and viciousness. Now, I want to taste it, whether you are a glass of wine, mellow and intoxicating." Xia Yang paused, looked at Fang Zexi with a serious expression and affectionate eyes, and then continued, "Fang Zexi, I like you."

Fang Zexi felt goosebumps all over his body, even deep in his heart.

Xia Yang's kiss fell, but it was warm but gentle.

Why does kissing feel so good, as if no amount of kissing is enough.

Why is it just a kiss, it feels like a great satisfaction.

Those literary words were broken up into a chaotic and sweet soup, pouring out the overflowing tenderness in Fang Zexi's heart.

After the two parted, Fang Zexi smiled and said, "Why are you so literary and artistic? You don't even look domineering."

"I never show domineering to the person I like." Xia Yang said, as if he suddenly thought of something, and said, "I still have a more artistic time, just wait."

Xia Yang found a guitar from the cabinet, sat down on the chair, and plucked the strings.

"This is a song I wrote when I was in high school. I don't have a good literary talent when I was born in science. Don't laugh at me."

"Well, I'm also science." Fang Zexi smiled, watching Xia Yang fiddle with the guitar, and then began to play and sing.

Afternoon sunlight in winter filled the study room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the warmth of the room, and fine dust drifted slowly with the air, like golden crumbs scattered on the stage.

Xia Yang hugged the guitar and lowered his head slightly, his fine bangs fell down to cover his forehead, softening the whole handsome and resolute face.

He took off his coat and only wore a light brown sweater. The deep v-neck revealed the line pattern on the plaid shirt. He was handsome and handsome, with a temperament between maturity and fashion.

His slender fingers plucked on the strings, and music slowly flowed out.

The afternoon sun shatters on the roof

Divided into mottled pieces by tree shadows

There is a fragrance in the late autumn air

Float over with the wind

Someone in the playground snuggled in love

I wonder if I also have some expectations

He may be wearing a white shirt, and he will smile warmly at me. When he smiles, I want to go to the sea with him, and I will be in a daze with him. I will confess my love seriously, and gently hold him in my arms. , will come oh my love, he is right now, even though the lyrics are vulgar and straightforward, but the inner meaning is bottomless, Fang Zexi thinks that Xia Yang just wrote it casually, the so-called high school is just an excuse .

The melody is intoxicating, gentle and peaceful, flowing slowly, quietly like a pool of spring water, soaking the bottom of my heart.

Xia Yang sang softly, his voice was deep and magnetic, his laziness and grace faded away, it was as simple as that acoustic guitar.

Fang Zexi looked at him quietly, as if seeing him through this 30-year-old man, unruly and youthful.

Even if I have recognized my mind clearly last night, and made up my mind to try in the morning, it is not like this time, there seems to be something running in the depths of my heart, warm and turbulent, not rushing or impatient but also It couldn't help but fill his entire chest.

I always thought that the love between men should be straightforward and joyful, burning everything like a raging fire, expressing love or not directly on the bed, but I never knew that it can be so tender and tender, like a trickle, calmly and completely submerged.

Inextricable.

The music stopped, Xia Yang put down the guitar, and said softly, "Fang Zexi, let's fall in love."

The author has something to say: Oops, this chapter of the literary and artistic pretentious fan went so smoothly. Does this mean that my essence is a literary person! ! ! !

But...would it be possible that a lot of qaq has already been thundered, and I really want to see the message saying "it's so cool and cute"...but if it really hits...oh, I will be abandoned, right? qaq is so nervous.

The lyrics in this article are not copied from somewhere to make up the number of words, but I tried my best to fill in the qaq. Although it was complained by countless friends, but... the plot needs me to put it in qaq. The words are not very beautiful, but the meaning contained in the words That's what I mean in the text.

There is an original song for this word, which is an English song "sayhello" singer rosiethomas. It was originally a male and female duet. I have been looking for someone to cover it, but the word was complained and I didn't dare to poke the chicken in my heart... Consider When will Squeezing Bamboo Stick help me cover the cover, but he has so much debt that he can’t pay it off qaq. The song is very nice, you can find it and listen to it. If there is a chance in the future, there should be a cover, but maybe the lyrics will be rewritten qaq .Journal-style husband and wife farming, officially started...