Senior, follow me

When he opened his eyes again, Yan Zicheng found himself lying in the hospital.

The ward was quiet, with no one around, the white ceiling above his head, and the familiar smell of disinfectant in the air, which made him frown unconsciously.

He hated the smell, and it started at a very young age.

The eyes... seemed a bit strange... Yan Zicheng tentatively reached out and touched his left eye, but it touched a circle of gauze.The memory before coma slowly came back, he smiled and let out a vague sigh, his heart was filled with complicated feelings, he couldn't tell whether it was loss or happiness.

With a "squeak", the door of the ward was pushed open, and a tall boy walked in, with a tired face, a black shadow under his eyes, and his face was a little pale.When he looked up, he found that Yan Zicheng was awake, his throat moved, and he didn't say the last word, with a strange expression on his face.

"You...cough!" Yan Zicheng frowned, and opened his mouth to speak, but just as he said a word, he realized that his voice was unbearably hoarse, and he lowered his head and coughed.

Fang Qiao turned away, walked to the side and poured a glass of water for him.

Yan Zicheng drank several sips, managed to calm down, and then said again, "Did you send me to the hospital?"

"Yeah." Fang Qiao sat down by the bed, lowered her head and replied in a muffled voice, "The doctor said that your left eye was injured before and was very fragile. Although it won't cause too serious consequences this time, it is still It can affect vision."

"That's it...then why are you in Beijing?"

"I came here with Lin Hang, and I came to find you by the way." Fang Qiao's answer was concise and to the point.

By the way...?Yan Zicheng was stunned for a moment, feeling a little lost for some reason.

Yan Zicheng asked a few more questions, but Fang Qiao's attitude was always lukewarm, and finally he had to shut up resentfully.

The atmosphere in the ward was very awkward. Fang Qiao kept hanging his head, his tone was muffled, and he seldom spoke. This was not his normal state, and Yan Zicheng was a little at a loss.Fang Qiao in this state, Fang Qiao with a smile without sunshine on his face, and Fang Qiao with a faint air of resistance on his body made him feel very strange.He didn't know what happened to Fang Qiao, was he angry?Still tired and unwell?He guessed wildly in his mind, and didn't notice the lower and lower air pressure on Fang Qiao.

"What's the matter with you?" Yan Zicheng was at a loss, and asked boldly.

Fang Qiao stared at the layers of gauze wrapped around his left eye, with suppressed emotions in his eyes, after a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice, "Why did you do this?"

"What...how did I do it?" Yan Zicheng was stunned, his heart trembled, and his fingers clenched the bed sheet under him.

"Why do you want to provoke that Zhang Rongling and hurt yourself?" Fang Qiao's eyes were deep and his voice was hoarse.

"..." Yan Zicheng was silent, he managed to stabilize his rapid heartbeat, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Heh!" Seeing Fang Qiao's insincere words, he sneered, "Yan Zicheng, don't you feel ashamed to be full of lies at such an adult? Do you think I'm an idiot? What do I believe?"

"...I said it, I don't know what you're talking about!" Yan Zicheng turned cold and stared at Fang Qiao unflinchingly, "I didn't provoke anyone, and I didn't intend to hurt myself. Fang Qiao, I know you After so long, I really didn't see that you have such serious paranoia!"

"I have delusions?" Fang Qiao was so angry that he almost burst out laughing. He stood up abruptly, reached out and grabbed Yan Zicheng's chin, forcing him to look up, and said through gritted teeth, "Yan Zicheng, what the hell are you talking about?" You are a shrinking tortoise! ​​When you encounter big things, you shrink into your shell, when you encounter trouble, you refuse to talk about it, you don’t admit what you have done, and even if you like someone, you have to hide it! You Coward, you're not a fucking man!"

"Fang Qiao...I'll fuck your mother!" Fang Qiao's words pierced his heart every sentence, making Yan Zicheng's eyes turn red all of a sudden, he felt that his chest hurt so badly that he could hardly breathe, the pain of frustrated self-esteem made him feel... The thorns in his body stood up instinctively, trying his best to protect the fragile core, "Who do you think you are, you can judge me like this! My affairs have nothing to do with you! What trouble do I have, What have I done and who have I fallen in love with? You are not qualified to ask, and you are not qualified to control! I, Yan Zicheng, don’t have a fucking friend like you! Get out of here!”

Fang Qiao's eyes were red, and his chest heaved violently. Obviously, he was so angry that he clenched his fists, his nails dug deep into his flesh, and tried his best to endure the mad desire in patience through the pain.

The man in front of him was spitting out vicious words unscrupulously, hurting his sincerity, and his usually splendid literary talent turned into a sharp weapon to hurt others at this moment, pouring out mercilessly, piercing his heart.Those mean lips are so hateful, unrestrained, and so seductive, with bright water, people want to block this mouth fiercely, so that it can no longer utter hurtful words...

Anger gradually turned into desire, Fang Qiao unconsciously pinched Yan Zicheng's jaw with force, Yan Zicheng stopped talking, and stared at him with a frown.

Fang Qiao looked back at him, the beast in his heart roared past, he couldn't hold back the fiery desire anymore, he leaned forward and kissed Yan Zicheng's lips forcefully, ignoring his subconscious struggle, he held his hands , Push him down on the bed as soon as he exerted force.

Yan Zicheng was already dumbfounded, Fang Qiao's magnified handsome face was everywhere, and his whole body stiffened in surprise.

Fang Qiao didn't bother to pay attention to what he was thinking, and pried open his tightly closed lips, poked his flexible tongue in, and licked straight to the deepest part of the other's throat, ferocious like a wild beast, wishing to devour the man under him Exhausted.

Yan Zicheng was weak and couldn't push him away, and the raging tongue in his mouth was so dexterous that it made him feel hot all over, and he danced involuntarily. Gradually, his struggle became weaker, and his eyes became clouded , and finally even put his arms around Fang Qiao's neck.

This kiss lasted for a long time, and the ward was filled with the sound of subtle sticky water.

When Fang Qiao finally raised his head, Yan Zicheng was exhausted and could only stare at him blankly.

"Yan Zicheng, you're right, you don't have a friend like me." Fang Qiao leaned into his ear with desire in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Because of me, I never wanted to be your friend."

After Fang Qiao finished speaking, she left without saying a word, leaving Yan Zicheng lying on the bed alone, unable to recover for a long time.

There was still a fiery feeling on his lips, Yan Zicheng couldn't help reaching out to touch it, only to find that it was slightly red and swollen, it was obvious that he had just been violated, he was stunned, and couldn't help but blush.

Yan Zicheng has lived for more than 20 years, and this is the first time he has had such close contact with others.He is not in good health, and his desires are weak. Even if he likes someone psychologically, he will not have too much desire physically. So for so many years, he has lived with so few desires, and has never felt that there is anything wrong with him. inappropriate.

But just now... when Fang Qiao's firm and fiery body was close to him, aggressively attacking him with his lips and tongue, and even unconsciously rubbing his lower body against his thigh, Yan Zicheng felt his whole body start to heat up, and his limbs became weak from the heat , the heart was beating like a drum, followed by a strong sense of emptiness...

Is that desire?When the boy's young and fiery body is pressed against him, is that burning desire coming out of the bone marrow, is it desire?

The colorful streamers in the nightclub suddenly appeared in my mind, and there was a boy standing in the center of the stage with a strong figure, a sexy dancing posture, and a handsome boy, looking up and smiling at him. At that time, Fang Qiao was so charming that people couldn't move Opening his eyes, it crashed into his mind so abruptly...

As Yan Zicheng pondered, his breathing gradually became short of breath.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Lin Hang made a high-profile appearance with a gorgeous voice, "Hey, Senior Yan~ I'm here to see you!"

Yan Zicheng was thinking about the eighteen forbidden things in his heart, and was caught off guard by Lin Hang's surprise attack, so he sat up suddenly, with a blush still on his face.

"...Huh?" Lin Hang was stunned for a moment, and soon discovered the crux of the problem, pointing at Yan Zicheng's red and swollen lips and shouting, "Oh my god! Fang Qiao actually did something for you!! "

"..." The passing nurse poked her head in curiously when she heard the movement.

Yan Zicheng's face turned green, wishing he could pounce on this bastard and strangle him to death.

After 5 minutes, Lin Hang finally calmed down, ran over to close the door nervously, then sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at Yan Zicheng gossipingly.

Yan Zicheng felt uncomfortable being watched by him, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Senior, senior~ Please gossip~" Lin Hang blinked his peach blossom eyes, and said in a soft voice.

Yan Zicheng silently got goose bumps all over his body, and said uncomfortably, "There is no gossip."

"Impossible!" Lin Hang sat up straight suddenly, and asked with a serious face, "How did Fang Qiao confess to you?"

"He... didn't confess his love..." Yan Zicheng made a fool of himself.I muttered in my heart, was the forced kiss just now a confession?That... it should be regarded as the meaning of liking...?

Lin Hang showed a distressed look, and muttered in a low voice, "Impossible...Fang Qiao, that kid, started planning many years ago, how could he not confess his love..."

... many years ago?Yan Zicheng's heart moved, and he deliberately made a disdainful expression, "He can plan anything, it must be very boring."

Lin Hang laughed with a "poof" and nodded repeatedly with the expression of a revolutionary comrade, pouring out Fang Qiao's little secret, "Yeah, yeah, it's a super boring and super childish confession Plan! Let me tell you..."

This matter dates back to three years ago, when Fang Qiao met Yan Zicheng for the first time and fell in love at first sight.

At that time, Fang Qiao's mind was still very immature, and her mind was still full of pink bubbles blown out of TV dramas. The confession scene imagined was naturally too beautiful to be true.

In high school, Yan Zicheng always wore a clean student uniform, tall and straight, lean and handsome, walking on the warm forest path in the autumn afternoon, when the breeze blows and the corners of his clothes flutter, he looks beautiful It was like a painting, Fang Qiao couldn't move his eyes, it was carved into his heart.

Therefore, out of such a complex, Fang Qiao made his own confession plan.

"...Find an autumn afternoon with the best weather, wear the most handsome and best-looking clothes, invite you to the corner of the street with the best sunshine and warmest, and then use his most beautiful and moving voice to confess to you " Lin Hang recalled the serious Fang Qiao who was describing this scene at that time, and smiled with a pair of peach blossom eyes. LOL……"

Although Lin Hang's description is very simple, it is easy to draw people's imagination. Yan Zicheng leaned against the head of the bed and raised his head slightly, just in time to see the sunlight coming in from the window. It was bright and gentle, just like Fang Qiao. , caring is all written in the inconspicuous place, love is poured out when the person doesn't know...

He seemed to be able to see Fang Qiao from three years ago, expressing the most beautiful and most beautiful wishes in his heart with a serious expression that was almost paranoid.It also seems to be able to see the tall boy in handsome clothes on the boulevard in the autumn afternoon, with a handsome smile on his face, stretching out his hand to him...

Those pictures were very beautiful, as if soaked in sweet sugar water, it softened his heart.

Yan Zicheng, it turns out that when you were chasing Yang Ze, there were also people chasing you from behind...

How stupid you are, you don't even want to look back, how many good times you have missed...

At this moment, Yan Zicheng clearly heard the sound of the scar peeling off, it was as crisp as crystal glass, and it shattered into a stream of light when it hit the ground, disappearing completely in the sunlight.

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