Crash of Rebirth

Xu Yi had disappeared for two whole days, and Xia Mengshen stood on the rooftop where they quarreled, his heart filled with uneasiness.

"Xiao Yi... Where are you?" The scene of arguing with him two days ago is still vivid in my memory, but I can't find that person no matter how hard I look.

He went to all the places Xu Yi frequented, and asked Wang Jiashuo and other members of the sprint team, but the answer was no.This matter has already been known to Xu Yi's parents. There is no doubt that Xia Mengshen was severely criticized by Lin Qing last night, saying that he was not optimistic about Xu Yi and did not fulfill the responsibility of a brother...

Xia Mengshen no longer cared how she scolded her. Now he just hoped that Xu Yi could come back safely.That's enough, really enough...

But where did he go?Besides Wang Jiashuo, who else could he contact?

Xia Mengshen grasped the railing tightly with both hands, and his eyes looked into the distance.

It seems that we can only start looking for it from Wang Jiashuo...

Just as Xia Mengshen guessed, Wang Jiashuo knew where Xu Yi was.

As soon as school was over, Wang Jiashuo ran towards the disco they had been to that day. Xu Yi had been there for two days.

It's not that he didn't ask Xu Yi why he was running away from home, but all he got was a silent response from Xu Yi.In the past two days, he has been accompanied by wine all the time, and his eyes are full of incomprehensible sadness and confusion.

"How is it?" Wang Jiashuo asked the waiter as soon as he entered the disco.

"It's still the same, just talking about it alone." The waiter said while wiping the wine glass.

Wang Jiashuo sighed and walked towards Xu Yi, who sat down beside him: "How long are you going to make trouble? I heard that your parents have already made trouble at school."

"..." Xu Yi gulped down the wine bottle as if he didn't hear it.

"Sooner or later you will be poisoned by alcohol!" Wang Jiashuo snatched the bottle and scolded.

Unexpectedly, Xu Yi still ignored him, and he slowly fell back on the bar, with his face pressed against the cold table and his eyes tightly closed.

Wang Jiashuo knew that the persuasion was in vain. He seemed to mention it by accident and said to Xu Yi: "By the way, the monitor of your class came to see me today. What is it called Xia?"

Sure enough, Xu Yi slowly opened his eyes when he heard this person's name, and there was a clarity in his eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time: "Did he... say anything?" His voice was hoarse from excessive drinking.

Wang Jiashuo's expression gradually became solemn, and he replied casually: "It's nothing, just asking if you have contacted me or something..."

"That's it..." Xu Yi seemed to have thought of something, with unspeakable pain in his expression, "I'm causing him trouble again..."

"By the way, that person is very kind to you. From the moment I met you, you are like conjoined twins. You can be seen sticking together everywhere." Wang Jiashuo's tone was full of inquiry.

But Xu Yi didn't seem to notice it, he closed his eyes and said, "That's my cousin, the one who has no blood relationship."

"Oh... so it's to take care of my younger brother. No wonder..." Wang Jiashuo looked at Xu Yi with more complicated eyes.

"Really? You are nice to me only because I am..." Xu Yi felt a pain in his heart, and he opened a bottle of wine he hadn't drunk and drank it again.

Looking at him like this, Wang Jiashuo wondered if the words were too serious, and he quickly comforted him: "Actually, it's like your brother treats you so well, he's even closer than a real brother..."

But what responded to him was Xu Yi's increasing drinking speed.

"Xu Yi..."

Before Wang Jiashuo could finish his sentence, a magnetic voice came from not far away: "I heard from Ken that you sent a little ghost to me, but I didn't expect it to be true. Why, what's the deal recently? "

When Wang Jiashuo heard the voice, his face was filled with joy: "You are back!"

In front of him was a slender man, about 20 years old, and the most eye-catching thing was his long black hair.Even though he was a man, the long hair on him was not weird at all, but it made the mysterious aura on him a little more charming.

The visitor sat next to Wang Jiashuo, calling for the waiter to bring drinks.

The waiter quickly poured a glass of whiskey and served it: "Boss, your wine."

Yes, he is the owner of this disco—Song Anran.

Song Anran took a sip of wine and asked, "Why, my place has become a shelter?"

Wang Jiashuo said with a flattering smile: "For some reason, my brother suddenly felt overwhelmed. I was afraid that something would happen to him, so I transported him here."

Song Anran nodded: "It's okay to leave it alone, just don't cause trouble for me. Also, remember to pay for the wine."

"Isn't there still me here?" Wang Jiashuo smiled foolishly.

"But..." Song Anran took a sip of his wine and looked at Xu Yi, "Are you sure this kid won't drink to death?"

Wang Jiashuo followed his gaze and saw that Xu Yi had already downed another bottle between the two of them talking.

"Xu Yi! Stop drinking!" Wang Jiashuo immediately stopped him.

But the drunk Xu Yi couldn't let him stop him, he broke free vigorously.

Song Anran drank the wine in the glass, stood up, walked behind Xu Yi and told Wang Jiashuo, "Release."

Wang Jiashuo immediately followed suit.

Song Anran loosened his muscles and bones, and a saber hand struck the back of Xu Yi's neck. Xu Yi groaned and passed out.

"An Ran, you are..." Wang Jiashuo was a little confused.

"You brother, something will happen if you drink it." As he said, Song Anran ordered the waiter to carry him to the private room upstairs.

"Oh... this kid." Wang Jiashuo sighed.

Suddenly, a familiar body leaned against him: "Today, are you going home?"

This question brought Wang Jiashuo's thoughts back in an instant. He clasped the waist of the man in his arms, bit his ear and said, "You are here, what am I going to do?"

"Then you are still not fast..." Before he could finish his words, his lips had been seized forcefully.

Wang Jiashuo picked him up by the waist, and walked towards the manager's office where strangers are not allowed to enter...

"Ah...Give it to me, give it to me..." The man shook his waist impatiently, wrapping his legs around the man who was constantly working on him.

"Hey, I'll give you my name." Wang Jiashuo said to the person in his arms, enduring the pleasure brought by the constantly tight pussy.

"Jia Shuo, Jia Shuo, I want..." Song Anran's voice gradually turned into tears.

After Wang Jiashuo teased the man to his satisfaction, he moved quickly, and his hands also attached to the place that the man needed to be comforted urgently.

"Ah..." After a vigorous push, both of them shot out.

Wang Jiashuo fell on Song Anran's body and gasped continuously, with the undispelled desire in his eyes.

"Release." Song Anran panted to him.

Wang Jiashuo took out a hand and fiddled with it a few times, releasing Song Anran's hand from the binding.

"Next time you dare to tie me up, I'll kick you off!" Song Anran glanced at Wang Jiashuo while saying that.

But Song Anran's gaze with those watery eyes seemed to be refusal but still welcoming, and Wang Jiashuo immediately felt the desire buried in his body ready to move again.

Song Anran naturally noticed this, and he patted the man on top of him: "Pull it out, and, get out, you're dead!"

Wang Jiashuo sighed in his heart, but he didn't dare to disobey him, so he had to climb off him.The moment the desire was drawn out, the liquid left in the hole also flowed out, making Song Anran's fair skin even more obscene.

Seeing Wang Jiashuo staring straight at him, Song Anran immediately took a few pieces of paper from the bedside, and wiped the semen off with three strokes.

Wang Jiashuo also knew that he could not provoke him anymore, so he could only lie down beside him resentfully, hugged that person, and enjoyed the joy of being with him.

Maybe it was because he was in a good mood, but Song Anran didn't refuse this intimacy that didn't conform to his code of conduct. He asked lazily, "That kid, what's going on?"

"He might... like men." After hesitating for a while, Wang Jiashuo still expressed his conclusion.

"Oh? And then? I can't accept it, so I indulge in alcohol to paralyze myself?" Song Anran's tone was full of disdain.

"No." Wang Jiashuo quickly defended his good brother, "He may not know that he likes men."

"And then?" Song Anran seemed not interested in this matter, he opened the bedside table, took out a cigarette and a lighter from the cabinet and started smoking.

"The person he likes is his cousin."

These words aroused Song Anran's interest, he raised his eyebrows: "Oh! This taste is quite strong."

"The kind that is not related by blood." Knowing that he was thinking wrong, Wang Jiashuo corrected him.

"So?" Song Anran pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, "Do you want to be a bosom brother?"

"I want to help him, I don't want to watch him degenerate." Wang Jiashuo admitted honestly.

"But you don't know how to help him, so you hope I can help?" Song Anran blew a cigarette at him.

"Oh." Wang Jiashuo waved the smoke away with his hand, "Can you help me?"

"Why do you think I can definitely help him?" Song Anran asked him with a smile.

"Your mana is boundless!"

"How do I remember someone saying that I'm only good at bedtime..."

"You..." Wang Jiashuo pinched Song Anran's nose, "Please help me."

"Help? Help him catch up with his cousin or take him out of the sea of ​​misery?"

"This..." Wang Jiashuo couldn't answer Song Anran's question.

Song Anran sat up: "We outsiders can't control this matter. All I can guarantee is to take him away from me safely. I can't control the rest."

"Well, let's do this first. The matter here is really too complicated..." Wang Jiashuo said thoughtfully.

"And then?" Song Anran lay back down again, sliding her fingertips on Wang Jiashuo's chest, "How will you repay me?"

Wang Jiashuo grabbed his hand and took a bite: "Of course...do it yourself." Then, he pressed the person in his arms down again.

In a room, the spring is infinite.

On the first floor, Xu Yi was lying on the bed, half drunk and half awake.

"Xia Mengshen", a name that hurts just thinking about it, accompanies him ups and downs in the dark night.

In my heart, there are too many confusions that cannot be solved...

"Meng Shen..." After a vague murmur, Xu Yi turned around, tears slid down the corners of his eyes and sank into the pillow...