"Black Household" Across Time and Space

Hot, so hot, the body is like being put into a steam oven and slowly steamed, with hot juice dripping from the inside out, especially the waist is like being poured a spoonful of broth, and you can hear "ZiZi" "The crackle.

Fortunately, every time it was unbearable, there would be a cold and moist object to help cool down in time, and it was only then that the boy who couldn't sleep soundly even in a coma was comforted.

The setting sun in the middle of the night shines softly on the thick carpet through the blinds. The room is not big, but the decoration is just right, and the simple furniture gives a warm feeling.

On the comfortable big bed in the middle of the house, a black-haired boy squinted his eyes half-closed, laying lazily on his side between the beds, he might feel a little hot, the thin quilt on his body was lifted up to his waist by him, but he refused to let go of the quilt half-closed by him I embed myself comfortably in the soft pillow that I picked up.

The silk pajamas on her body were soft and delicate, cold and smooth. The mid-length loose one-piece pajamas had wide sleeves and were only loosely tied at the waist with a belt. Even so, it still accurately outlined the perfect slender waist of the boy.

The door was gently pushed open, and someone stepped into the room against the light.

"Awake, why didn't you make a sound? I thought you were going to sleep to death, and I was thinking about whether I should just throw you out!"

The man stepped out of the darkness, his dazzling blond hair softened a lot under the setting sun.

Shang Junrong looked up at the other party and recognized the blond man he had seen on the bar.Although there was only one meeting, without even saying a word, the whole person unexpectedly relaxed, and then buried his head in the pile of pillows with peace of mind. After a while, he asked in a muffled voice through the pillows: " Have you thought about when to throw me out?"

Her throat was so dry, her voice was slightly hoarse, and her nose was buzzing as if it was blocked by something.

The man really thought about it seriously for a while, "At least wait until you recover from your injury."

"...Really? Then I'll sleep again." The ending disappeared deep in the throat.

It was so comfortable, so comfortable that he didn't want to do anything, Shang Junrong rubbed his face against the pillow, and continued to pretend to be dead.

The man froze for a moment, as if remembering something, he walked over quickly, lifted the quilt, and pulled him out of the bed, "Hey, let me tell you, don't wipe your snot on my pillow."

"You are so rude and nothing like your appearance."

The other party picked him up rudely, stuffed a soft pillow behind his waist and leaned against the head of the bed, feeling that his waist was wrapped in bandages, it seemed that the wound had been treated.

"My gentleness has always been reserved for ladies! And - you are so arrogant, completely in line with your identity." A little boy.

He took a piece of paper from the bedside table, naturally covered the boy's red nose, pinched it heavily, and the other party blew it a few times in cooperation, pulled it back, and threw it into the trash can.Then he handed the brought in warm milk to the young man, and finally sat down on the bed.

I took a sip, and it tasted good, without mare's milk, so I took another sip, "I actually got a cold!" This sentence seemed to be talking to himself, Shang Junrong Xiwu has always been healthy and rarely catches a cold, Occasionally it is quite novel.

It's really strange that people still use such polite words, "You treat yourself like a rock! Not only did you catch a cold, but you also had a fever for three days, and you talked a lot of nonsense." Fortunately, I finally woke up, otherwise I would have to be sent to New York. In the hospital, those wordy old men will definitely ask him endlessly, where did the hole in his stomach come from?

"lies?"

"Yeah, you grabbed my hand and refused to let go. You insisted on pulling me and saying 'ah, honey! Hold me tight, uh, deeper, yes, right there, ah darling Yes, you are amazing...'"

A certain person reappeared vividly and vividly in a narcissistic manner. The half-drinked milk of a certain person sprayed out with a "poof", choking so much that he arched his body and coughed non-stop.

"Oh my god my sheets! Hey boy are you okay?" The man got up and patted him on the back as he passed the tissue, "Oh, don't get excited, I was just kidding, you didn't say anything, really, I swear."

My God, are all oriental people more innocent, or this kid is especially serious.After being stared back severely by the other party, the man froze for a moment, as if he understood everything.

Although the glance just now was fierce, the corners of the eyes were obviously choked and moist, like winter plums in spring, ice and snow just thawing, it is really... charming!No wonder he doesn't like being called dirty.It suddenly occurred to me that when I saw him in the bar, I thought the other party was just that man's plaything, but this "plaything" would blush because of embarrassment. Being able to have this kind of shame shows that his heart is actually quite pure.

Not to mention men in the United States, I am afraid that even women rarely have the shame they deserve!It is a miracle in itself that this innocent creature is not extinct.

When the boy calmed down, the man sat back on the bed, and the room fell silent for a while.

"I said, what else do you want to eat? You have not eaten for four days. If there is anything you want to eat, I can..."

Men have nothing to say.

"No need."

Uh, he's still angry, the man shrugged and got up to turn on the light.The room suddenly became much brighter.

Finally, the full body of the man can be seen clearly. He looks quite young and sunny.The dazzling blond hair is short and flowing, and every flutter is like a musical note on a staff, agile and melodious.The deep facial features are unobtrusive and unobtrusive, and the green eyes are like the shallow sea under the sun, transparent and flowing.The line of thin lips can make people feel spring breeze even when they are not smiling.

Such a man made Shang Junrong lose his mind for a moment: it feels so familiar, where did he seem to see it before?I couldn't remember, and the other party didn't give him time to think. He returned to the head of the bed and stood in front of him, smiling and stretching out his hand: "Nice to meet you, my name is Jason Davis, you can call me Jason!"

International standard meeting etiquette, but Shang Junrong didn't understand why the other party extended his hand to him?Just weird that someone would call it 'save'.

Garcia heard Shang Junrong muttering his name in a low voice, and corrected him amusedly: "It's 'Jason'."

"Knot the rope?"

"Forget it, what's your name?" Someone was so powerless that he decided to give up.

Out of politeness, Shang Junrong sat up straight, clasped his fists and saluted: "Shang Lie."

"what?"

The other party was obviously short-circuited.

"My name is Shang Lie."

"Ah, oh... Then Shang Lie... Mister, is this a habit of your family? Or does it have some special meaning?" Jason withdrew his hand awkwardly, and Shang Junrong also made a gesture of clasping his fists.

"Everyone in our area does that." Shang Junrong gave him a sideways look, out of any fuss.

"Why do you speak Chinese?"

The other party doesn't look like a Han Chinese, but as a foreigner, he can speak Chinese fluently.

"I'm glad you're finally interested in me." He dragged a chair and sat down beside the bed, ignoring the other party's eyes. "We should have a good chat."

"You won't believe me if I tell you. I'm a Chinese-Italian mixed race. Haha, you can't tell from the outside! My mother is Chinese, and I learned Chinese from her. My father is Italian, although he refused to recognize me until he died. , but I have a half brother, different from my father, who treats me very well, yes, very well..."

Jason smiled at this far-fetched, with a sad expression on his face.Shang Junrong didn't take it to heart, only said that the other party was frustrated and depressed because of his illegitimate child.

"When I was five years old, there was a war in my hometown, and I was separated from my family. I was adopted by my master and grew up outside the customs..."

"what?"

Is this little kid trying to comfort him?It turned out to be a pure love with a cold outside and a hot inside!But 'Zhan Luan', 'Master', and 'Guanwai' are all the same, and they won't take it easy when they lie.

"I'm thirsty."

Shang Junrong said this to Jason, and there was no movement after speaking.

Sure enough, he is a kid, he is just a hard worker.

Jason got up and went downstairs resignedly, and asked from a long distance, "What do you want to drink?"

"Just that."

When Jason came up, there were still two pieces of dim sum in the tray. Shang Junrong took the whole plate, picked up one piece and licked it. It tasted good, and cooked the rest together.Handing the tray back, she leaned back against the head of the bed with the milk in her arms, and sipped slowly.

Jason looked angry, this guy is a tiger, a cat, and he eats like this.

"Why did you go there!"

Shang Junrong chatted seemingly casually.

"Where?" Jason paused, and after a few laps he realized where he was referring. "You mean riptide?"

"ri...p..."

“Just 'Torrent'”

Seeing Shang Junrong's puzzled face, he wondered if he didn't know what kind of place it was?If you don't know how it will appear there, it seems that it was abducted by someone, otherwise it would not have escaped bloody.

So he kindly explained: "Liquid is gay, um...it's a gay bar, gay, gay, you always know that, right?"

"Isn't it just breaking the sleeves and dividing the peaches!"

If you give the other party a blank look, you are too underestimating.

"Break the sleeves and divide the peaches, thank you for your self-cultivation, and the way you speak is so polite that your teeth don't hurt!"

"You too?"

"Ok?"

"You like men too?"

"..."

Staring dryly, Jason was speechless, someone misunderstood, how can he explain it?

"You discriminate against homosexuals?"

Shang Junrong turned the glass in his hand, stared at the milky white liquid in the glass, and said for a long time: "I hate that kind of behavior, it's disgusting."

"Me too."

Not discriminating, but hating that behavior happening to me.

Jason leaned back on the chair, put his hands on the back of his head, ignored the other person's suspicious gaze, and changed the subject: "Do you know who the person is looking at you?"

"...a devil."

"Ha, the devil, really incisive. Yes, he is a devil. If the other party knows that you call him that, he must be extremely proud!"

After laughing, Jason asked a very valuable question: "Although I sympathize with you, as a prey favored by the devil, or as a pet that betrayed its owner, Mr. Shang Lie, what are your plans for the future? "

"I want to go back to Datang."

"what?"

"I said I want to go back to Datang."

Jason was sure he heard it right, and repeated: "Da Tang, Datang, let me think about it."

Shang Junrong stared nervously at the other party, hoping to find some useful clues.

Jason thought hard for a long time, and finally thought of something. He punched his right fist and bounced his left palm: "Oh, Datang, yes, Datang, I remembered."

Shang Junrong leaned forward nervously, he knew, he knew where my country was!

Noticing anything unusual about the boy, Jason said self-consciously, "I heard from my mother when I was young that China on the other side of the ocean once built a powerful empire in ancient times. Its prosperity is like the United States today. Today's Washington, New York. His name... Now that you think about it, it seems to be the Datang you mentioned."

Turning around, Jason was puzzled when he saw the young man's dazed look: "But, I said, Mr. Shang Lie, are you insane, or are you playing tricks on me? Where are you going, the dynasty that has disappeared for more than 300 years?" ?”

"...on the other side of the ocean, a thousand... more than 300 years..."

His eyes were dull, he muttered to himself, the cup in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and finally he couldn't bear it...

"Ah, my bed sheets, the only set of love sheets given to me by the beautiful, gentle and lovely Susan." Jason jumped up, pointing at Shang Junrong's nose and hopping angrily: "Boy, you must have done it on purpose, Is it right to take revenge on me on purpose! I said it was a joke, you are so small, you will repay your kindness with revenge. Well, if you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous, just wait to sleep on the floor tonight!"