You're a cannon fodder

At noon, Fang's father got off work and brought a lot of fresh fish and shrimp.

Xia Yang hurriedly greeted him, and called him uncle in a courteous manner.

Fang's father works as a warehouse manager in the factory in the town. He has read some books, can read Chinese characters, speaks Mandarin well, and knows a little bit of computer. He usually watches TV and likes to watch news and sports channels. There are not many obstacles in communicating with Xia Yang. , it can be regarded as a happy conversation.

During the meal, Xia Yang mentioned the matter of going for an examination, saying that he wanted to know the detailed location of the tumor so that he could explain the situation to the doctor.

Father Fang was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "I'll give you the film."

After watching the film, Xia Yang finally knew it was a brain tumor. He didn't quite understand it, but he also knew that the location was probably a restricted area for surgery.

After making an appointment with the hospital and persuading Fang's father, Xia Yang stayed at Fang's house for another three days.

Although Fang's father was educated, he hadn't traveled very far. Xia Yang was not at ease when asked him to take Fang's mother to board the plane, so he decided to go with them in a few days.

He asked someone to buy three air tickets, and settled down at Fang Zexi's house with peace of mind.

The air in the countryside is really good. Unlike the north, the air in the south is very humid and warm, and it penetrates through the skin. It is warm, like a quiet and gentle stream, flowing through the apex of the heart, moist and warm.

It was surprisingly similar to a part of Fang Zexi's temperament.

Fang's mother was very hospitable, and gave him a newly decorated bedroom to sleep in, and spread out clean bedding, and said slightly apologetically: "The sheets are all old, this set is used by Ah Xi during Chinese New Year, and I just washed it. Put it away, Ayan, do you mind?"

Xia Yang hurriedly said that he didn't mind. After Fang's mother left, he jumped into Fang Zexi's bed and rolled around twice. He couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and sent a text message: "I miss you, I want to masturbate."

Fang Zexi received a text message thousands of miles away, and the corners of his mouth twitched immediately. He was grieving every day, how could Xia Yang label his literature and art as obscene in just one text message.

Xia Yang waited for a long time without seeing a reply, so he continued to send another message: "Bamboo stick... Bamboo stick... You promised to call me Lao Gong, but I haven't called yet...Come and listen."

——"Are you drunk? Tseo! Let's break up!"

Xia Yang grinned in a good mood, and replied "Come on, let's masturbate together", then turned off the phone and fell asleep with Fang Zexi's quilt covering his head.

Someone on the other end struggled and tossed and turned for a long time.

Xia Yang has nothing to do in the countryside. Apart from chatting with Fang's mother, he just goes for a walk outside, and his life is very comfortable.

In Xia Yang's eyes, those villagers are undoubtedly poor, but they are also happy, guarding a square inch of land, and living a frugal life in peace and security.

They are hospitable and hospitable, but they are still defenseless against strangers in this society full of unknown dangers.

The village has water and electricity, but there are still many people using ancient stoves. When cooking, the blower is whining. They put dead branches and wood chips into the hearth and skillfully maintain different fires.

Xia Yang couldn't help but took some photos.

In fact, this village is very ordinary, probably just one of the many remote mountain villages in the south. It is dilapidated and old, and it is not as good as those famous ancient towns in water towns.

Xia Yang felt like it very much.

Fang's mother told him that the green fields were planted with rapeseed flowers, and when it was Qingming, golden flowers would bloom. This large area would bloom in random places, and it would probably last until late April.

It's a pity that Xia Yang came a little early and couldn't see the flowers blooming.

Fang's parents packed their luggage and followed Xia Yang to the town to take a taxi.

Fang Zexi still didn't know the news, but they followed without any doubts, Xia Yang couldn't help sighing in his heart: It's so easy to lie!

This time, he didn't want to take the bus anymore, and directly hailed a taxi that rarely brought passengers and went to the city.

The taxi turned on the highway from another small town nearby, and Xia Yang instantly felt that his delicate temper had been saved.

Fang Zexi does this every year.

very pitiful.

I don't know why, but Xia Yang feels in a good mood despite being distressed.

Before boarding the plane, Xia Yang called Fang Zexi.

It took a long time to pick up the ringing over there, and Xia Yang was suffocated by saying "Hello".

He smiled bitterly, and said in a cheerful tone: "Our plane arrived at 06:30 at [-]:[-]. I checked the weather forecast and it was still a bit cold. You bring two sets of down jackets for your parents to wear temporarily. Go buy two more according to size."

"You... what did you say?" Fang Zexi's voice was full of shock.

Xia Yang still said in a wrong way: "Tomorrow, you can see if you can take a leave of absence. The appointment with the doctor is at nine o'clock in the morning."

"You...Xia Yang..." After the shock, Fang Zexi was a little flustered, with some helpless pleading in his voice.

Xia Yang understood what he was thinking, felt a little sad, slowed down his speech, and said softly: "I know, don't worry."

After getting off the plane, the cold air hit our faces, and the temperature difference between the north and the south was too great.

Fortunately, Xia Yang's scheduled flight has seats, so there is no need to squeeze the shuttle bus in the open air.

Fang Zexi was waiting at the exit with two down jackets in his arms. Xia Yang saw him and couldn't help but want to hug him.

We haven't seen each other for half a month, but it's been too long.

Fang Zexi lost some weight, and his complexion was a little tired and pale. When he saw them, he smiled, still gentle and elegant.

He puts the clothes on for his parents, then thanks Chaeyoung.

His alienation made Xia Yang feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't say anything, so he helped carry the luggage and got into the car.

Although the Fang family's parents were a little tired, they were still very happy to see their son, and they were chatting slowly.Fang Zexi answered a few words from time to time, he had to drive, and most of the time it was Xia Yang who was talking to his parents.

When the car entered Huiguan District, Xia Yang turned to Fang Zexi and said, "Go to my hotel? I have arranged a room for our parents."

Mother Fang was a little awkward hearing the phrase "our parents", but she remembered the TV dramas she had watched. Northerners are always used to calling good friends' parents our parents, so she quickly felt relieved.

When she was about to arrive at the hotel, Fang's mother looked at the brightly lit building and was at a loss, and hurriedly said, "Axie, Axie, are we staying here tonight?"

"Well, this is Xia Yang's hotel."

"Don't, don't, don't... This place, I get nervous when I look at the door. Those people drive in and out in nice cars. We have big bags and small bags, so much like Grandma Liu."

"Pfft." Xia Yang couldn't help laughing.

Fang Zexi also curled the corner of his mouth, quite helplessly: "It's just a hotel, everyone lives like this."

"Don't, if you really want to live in this kind of place, you should ask me to dress up first, blow my hair, put on makeup, and then put on decent clothes... The way I am now... No, no, let's change to a smaller house A hotel?" She turned around and pushed Fang's father, saying something in dialect.

Father Fang heard this, and said, "Yes, we are not used to it, and it will be uncomfortable living here."

"Hey, Ah Xi, didn't you rent a house? How big is it? Is it convenient for Fang to let us live there?" Fang's mother suddenly remembered, and said, "You have been away for so long, and we haven't seen what the place you live in is like. of it."

Fang Zexi was silent for a while, then said: "The place is not big, but you can squeeze in."

Xia Yang glanced at him, feeling uneasy, but Fang Zexi still looked straight ahead.

After the car arrived at the community, Fang Zexi took his parents to the entrance of the corridor first, and asked them to go inside to avoid the wind before parking in the parking space.

Xia Yang didn't get out of the car either, and said he wanted to help carry the luggage, but immediately grabbed Fang Zexi's hand after the car left their sight.

The skin touched, and the sense of familiarity surged. Fang Zexi shook his hand, and the steering wheel almost slipped. He said lightly, "Let go."

"Don't let it go."

"I'm driving."

"Oh." Xia Yang let go of his hand and asked, "That wall..."

"It's already been dismantled." Fang Zexi replied coldly, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

Xia Yang felt a tingling pain in his heart, but he didn't know that Fang Zexi was trying his best to restrain himself.

It's okay not to meet, but when I see him, I almost can't control myself, I want to hug, I want to kiss, I even want to bite hard, leaving a mark that will never dissipate.

Fang's parents looked at the small house and praised it a few times. Mother Fang regretted that the new house she decorated for Fang Zexi was also so big, but the style was so messy.

After admiring them, they were a little embarrassed. Fang Zexi’s house had only one bed, the living room and sofa were very small, and most of the other spaces were full. If Fang Zexi wanted to sleep, he had to put the coffee table up in the kitchen Here, make a floor covering on that rug.

Looking at Xia Yang's smiling and meaningful expression, Fang Zexi always wondered why this person is still so defiant.

What happened to the carpet?He just likes it, doesn't he? !

But Xia Yang said: "Then it would be inconvenient to cook things in the kitchen. Besides, Ze Xi is no longer a child. It is not convenient for a family to live like this. Why don't Ze Xi live in my house for a while, he used to play in my house Even when it’s late, I often stay overnight.”

Fang Zexi glanced at him, the rhetoric was made up, it was too high-sounding!

That's not called staying overnight, it's obviously singing every night!

At this point, Fang Zexi had no choice but to nod his head and said, "I'll stay at Xia Yang's house first, which is nearby."

Fang's mother thought for a while and said, "It's okay, then let's bother A Yang for a few days."

She switched to dialect again and told Fang Zexi a few words in a low voice, basically don't bother others too much, work harder, and do some things if you can.

Fang Zexi nodded with a smile, told his parents how to use the electrical appliances, and asked them to call him if they needed something, and then went out with Xia Yang.

The two walked side by side, but Fang Zexi deliberately kept a distance. In the confined space of the elevator, he could feel Xia Yang's breath gently brushing over him, surrounding him.

Those familiar breaths made his heart beat a little abnormally.

He kept his composure uncomfortably, and even felt his legs were weak when he got downstairs, so he handed the car keys to Xia Yang and said, "Come and drive, I'm a little tired."

Xia Yang took the key and silently watched him get into the back seat.

No one spoke along the way, and Fang Zexi only said when he arrived at the hotel, "I'll just get a room."

Xia Yang drove the car directly into the basement and into the dedicated garage.

"Xia Yang!"

"Go live at my house." Xia Yang's tone was very soft, but his attitude was undeniable.

Fang Zexi sighed and got out of the car.

Another elevator, 26th floor.

Fang Zexi watched the numbers change silently, while Xia Yang stood quietly behind him.

He felt that his endurance had reached its limit, so he suddenly turned around and pressed Xia Yang against the wall, and kissed him hard.

Once the kiss started, Fang Zexi couldn't hold back anymore, Fang Zexi ravaged Xia Yang's lips somewhat roughly, quickly pried open his teeth, stuck his tongue in, pressed them tightly, entangled and sucked.

"Xia Yang...I miss you...I miss you so much. There is nothing I can do...Xia Yang..." Fang Zexi's kiss also had a faint smell of tobacco, intense fanaticism, venting these days depression and longing.

He has no choice, he restrains himself every day, but he can't stop thinking about it every day.He likes Xia Yang, and this kind of love has turned into a love that goes deep into the bone marrow. It grows silently, and the roots are intertwined. When it is removed, it hurts so much that you can't breathe. It seems that countless small blood holes have been opened in the internal organs. Rippled, never whole again.

Only hugging is the instinct, from the body to the hair and skin are familiar as a part of himself, a voice has been clamoring in his mind, telling him that it is his missing part, he cannot leave it, he must find it, no matter what.

So when the skin touches again, I feel satisfied and at ease.

He thought it would be easy to separate, but he didn't expect it would make him so sad.

He misses Xia Yang, every day, very much.

Xia Yang was so kissed that he had almost no chance to speak, so he could only respond with a nasal voice, raised his hand to hold Fang Zexi's head, and inserted his fingers into his thick black hair.

After the elevator door opened, Fang Zexi pushed Xia Yang out of the house, but he still did not let go, pressing him against the door and entering the password with trembling hands.

The two rolled on the carpet within a few steps, the kiss deepened, their bodies collided, and their lust rose.

Fang Zexi's eyes were confused, and his rapid breathing caused his chest to heave violently. He tore off Xia Yang's clothes frantically, and groped for Xia Yang's body.

After leaving home for a few days, Xia Yang turned off the heating, and when his skin came into contact with the cold air, he couldn't help shivering.

Fang Zexi paused and straightened his body.

Xia Yang opened his eyes to look at him, but saw that his expression had returned to a secretly suppressed calm.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, Fang Zexi said, "I'm sorry... I was impulsive, you... don't mind."

He got up and wanted to leave, but Xia Yang grabbed him, turned over and pressed him down.

"Fang Zexi!" Xia Yang bit him bitterly, but he couldn't bear to bite too hard. When his teeth touched the skin, he replaced it with the tip of his tongue, gently licking and sucking.

Fang Zexi felt that his skin must be suffering from hunger and thirst. Such a touch made them ecstatic, trembling from every pore to the bottom of his heart.

He put his arms around Xia Yang's neck, trembling while panting, and asked, "Are you angry with me?"

"I'm angry." Seeing Fang Zexi's expression froze, Xia Yang gnawed on his Adam's apple, in exchange for a muffled groan, and then said, "If I'm angry, why would I let you come to my house? Bamboo stick Son, I miss you too."

Fang Zexi was still a little hesitant, and said in a low voice, "You didn't give me the money just now.

I responded, I thought... thought you didn't want it anymore, and was rejecting me, after all... I have already broken up with you..."

"Who said that?" Xia Yang rubbed Fang Zexi's thigh with his hard and hot lower abdomen, and said with a smile, "I'm already like this, why do you still say I didn't respond to you? I thought you were so enthusiastic, this time It’s about taking the initiative.”

Fang Zexi's eyes lit up, and he wanted to turn over immediately, but Xia Yang hugged him tightly.

Xia Yang whispered in his ear: "Bamboo stick... I want yours, even if you don't want me, I won't give up."

My heart was like a tide breaking a dike, rushing in all directions, uncontrollably pouring into my eye sockets, so my eyes were blurred.Fang Zexi's eyes widened, trying hard to see Xia Yang clearly.

See clearly his serious expression, see his gentle smile, see clearly the worries and fears hidden behind his strength, and see clearly his perseverance and firmness that he does not want to give up at all.

Fang Zexi lowered his head a little, leaned up to kiss him, and tremblingly called his name.

"Xia Yang..."

"Ah."

"Xia Yang..."

"Well, bamboo sticks..."

"Xia Yang... I love you."

"I love you too."

"Well...Xia Yang...come in..."

"Where are you going?"

"Ci'ao! Do it or not! If you don't do it, lie down! I'll do it! Ugh..."

The author has something to say: He said that he will transition to three chapters! ! !Why are they back together after only two chapters! _(:з」∠)_

Suddenly I feel that I am sensual, broke up hastily and got married hastily...

Bamboo Stick can do some things, but he is very powerless _(:з」∠)_ limited by his status and status, I can't think of any good way for him...

In the next few chapters, Xia Yang may be taller and more attractive, so Fang Zexi will accept it_(:з」∠)_I’m sorry for Zhu Gongdang...

His methods are not so clever, there is no way _(:з」∠)_

And then... I couldn't help but have a bad joke... I told you that I don't know how to write abusive texts qaq, what are you worried about...【Hey! 】

Come on, continue to guess yesterday's question, if you guess correctly, you will get an extra chapter of the proposition (~￣▽￣)~