Senior, follow me

That night, Yan Zicheng and Fang Qiao didn't go back to school.

In the dim hotel room, Yan Zicheng stopped Fang Qiao's hand from fumbling to turn on the light, wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed him directly.At this moment, what he needs is not light, but blazing heat and madness, the deep, fiery madness given by Fang Qiao.

He just wants to hold something, hold those real, hot, tangible things firmly in his palm, only in this way can he feel safe.

When Fang Qiao's temperature penetrated his body, Yan Zicheng clenched his lips and let out a vague whine.

The body is being possessed, and there is a faint tingling and numbness in the lower body, which makes people subconsciously want/groan, as tired as a ship bumping in the waves, but the heart and soul are floating and warm As if being filled with something, I feel unprecedented stability...

That night, they experienced unprecedented madness.

Yan Zicheng was exhausted to the extreme, but he still clung to Fang Qiao's strong arms, muttering his name in his mouth, urging him not to stop, in exchange for another burst of rapid rhythm.

The ultimate joy surged up like a tide, washing away all his anxiety and fear. At the moment of orgasm, Yan Zicheng felt that his heart and eyes were full of Fang Qiao, and there was no gap.

This is not the closest time their bodies have been attached to each other, but it is the time when their souls are most compatible, intimate and inseparable from each other.

When Yan Zicheng woke up the next day, he felt sore all over his body, and struggling to stand up, he saw Fang Qiao standing beside the bed with his upper body naked.The sun shines on the boy's naked skin, leaving a mottled light and shadow, quiet and gentle.Yan Zicheng stared at him blankly, not wanting to speak.

He couldn't help holding his breath, feeling in his heart, how could this scene in front of him be so beautiful?

Sensing his gaze, Fang Qiao turned her head with a smile on her face, "Senior, I can't guarantee that I will do anything if you stare at me like that."

Yan Zicheng came back to his senses, a little embarrassed, coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, "I haven't woken up yet."

"Haven't woken up after sleeping for so long?" Fang Qiao smiled narrowly, "That's right, it must have been last night—"

Yan Zicheng blushed, threw a pillow over, and blocked his mouth.He looked at his watch, only to realize that it was almost noon, he was shocked, "Oh no, today's rehearsal!"

"I've already called my brother to ask for leave. He was so angry that he scolded me for a long time." Fang Qiao rubbed his nose and smiled wryly.

Yan Zicheng knew that with Yang Ze's flamboyant personality, the more he made a fuss, the more it meant nothing serious, so he finally relaxed and snorted, "It's just him? How dare you scold you? Let's see how I deal with him this afternoon..."

Fang Qiao smiled, leaned over and nibbled on his face, "Then I will point to the senior to help me."

This ambiguous and warm gesture made Yan Zicheng startled, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

Kissing the cheek is an action that best expresses warmth. It has nothing to do with passion or passion, but it contains unforgettable tenderness. Although it is like a superficial touch, it is full of affection.Yan Zicheng can still clearly recall that three years ago, when his mother was lying on the hospital bed, dying, she did the same, calling him to the bed, and leaving a light as if nothing on his face. Kiss, with a voice as thin as a gossamer, whispered something.

For more than three years, Yan Zicheng couldn't remember what that sentence was.He often thinks when he dreams back at midnight, but he can't get an answer.In those lingering nightmares, he held his mother's slender wrist, hot tears dripped down his cheeks, and fell on his bare skin, as if they were extremely heavy, and the pressure was almost It hurts like breaking a bone.His ears were ringing, he watched her lips move, but he couldn't hear anything...

However, at this moment, when Fang Qiao put another light kiss on his face, when that impeccable love and care covered his soul again, he seemed to have finally heard his mother's last words before she died , so weak, yet so clear, breaking into his ears unscrupulously——

"Zicheng, you have to live for yourself."

……

Zicheng, from now on, you are alone...

Zicheng, from now on, you will face this huge world alone...

Zicheng, from now on, mother can no longer protect you, you have to be brave, you have to live for yourself...

You have to be brave, don't be afraid of your poor health, don't be afraid of being different from others, don't envy others, don't blame yourself, don't be a coward wearing a cloak of pride, and don't always run away.

You have to live for yourself, no matter what happens in the future, no matter how many people criticize you, no matter how many people hate you, don't be afraid.You have to live for the person who loves you, you have to live for the person you love, and you have to live for yourself.

……

In my memory, when I said this sentence, my mother's eyes were deep, filled with worry and relief, densely packed, like a net, and the subtext of that sentence was endless expectations, and endless hope. care.

"Zicheng, my mother has always felt very sorry for you. She gave you life, but failed to give you a healthy body like most people..."

"Zicheng, if possible, mother hopes that you can cherish your every day, every hour, every minute, because every bit of your time is more difficult than others..."

"Zicheng, promise mom, you have to work hard so that you can live every day without regrets, without regrets..."

These words... When did my mother say them?The familiar and kind voice lingered in his ears, Yan Zicheng was a little dazed, trying to remember, but couldn't remember anything.

Maybe it was when he was very young... At that time, his mother often hugged him in the hospital, choked up and whispered, and shed tears intermittently. Maybe it was from that time that he left tears that were hot. memory.Until now, he can still remember the feeling of tears hitting his arms, heavy, painful, straight to the heart.

He actually... just forgot what his mother said before she died...

Fast forward three years, if he could have thought of it earlier, he would not be in a cocoon like now, trapped in a prison city.

Yan Zicheng swayed, and finally came back to his senses, and finally saw Fang Qiao's worried eyes clearly.

Sure enough... He is a bad lover, always worrying about the other party... Yan Zicheng smiled wryly, but his heart was as soft as a puddle of water, the peace was unbelievable.

"Fang Qiao, wait until the end of this stage play." He looked up at him with clear eyes and firm voice, "When this stage play is over, I will take you to find Zhang Fan."

After that day, Yan Zicheng changed.

In the past, Yan Zicheng, although he didn't get angry very often, was plain and flat, but there was a vague hostility around him, which made him look a bit unfriendly to strangers, and it was precisely because of this that many students in the lower grades were a little scared. he.However, the recent Yan Zicheng is a little different from before. There is often a smile on the corner of his mouth. When he sees familiar people, he will take the initiative to nod and say hello. When he sees the hard work of others running up and down, he will take the initiative to hand over a bottle of mineral water. water……

After two days like this, everyone noticed that something was wrong with him, but different people had different reactions to it.

Yang Ze scratched his head, Jin Xiaotian was full of gossip, Wu Fei was happy to see it happen, Fang Qiao was calm and composed, but Jian Junhao, with a rare downcast face, let out a cold snort and left.

Since the showdown with Fang Qiao, Jian Junhao no longer puts on a good-looking mask as before, and he no longer hooks up with Yan Zicheng and smiles playfully.Yan Zicheng heard about Jian Junhao's glorious deeds from Fang Qiao, so he simply stopped talking to him, and was happy to see him take the initiative to distance himself.As for Fang Qiao, let alone, he wished that Jian Junhao would be as far away from Yan Zicheng as possible.

After the rehearsal was over that afternoon, Yang Ze finally couldn't help looking for Qiao Fang, and while Yan Zicheng wasn't paying attention, he pulled him aside and bit his ear.

"What's wrong with Yan Zicheng recently? Dazed?" Yang Ze looked puzzled. He had been a classmate with Yan Zicheng for nearly six years, and he had never seen him so gentle and considerate.The Yan Zicheng in his memory has always been an awkward and stubborn person, wrapping himself in a hard shell, guarding his pride and self-esteem, and never retreating.But now, Yan Zicheng seemed to be a different person, which was really hard for him to accept.

"What's wrong with the senior? Is there something wrong?" Of course Fang Qiao didn't say much, just pretended to be stupid.

"You boy, don't give me a sloppy eye!" Yang Ze squinted his eyes and threatened, "Be careful, I will add a play to you tomorrow! A play!"

Fang Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but smile wryly.Yang Ze really took advantage of his weakness. The rehearsals of the past few days have truly proved how tragic his acting skills are. It is inversely proportional to his voice. Even Yan Zicheng couldn't help laughing when he saw it. Spray, not to mention other people, he has been ridiculed by these people for the past few days, and he is in a terrible embarrassment.

Well, it seems that this level cannot be escaped.Fang Qiao secretly rolled her eyes, and began to think about how to make up a more plausible excuse.Fortunately, when he was racking his brains and having a headache, Yan Zicheng came to rescue him.

"Director Yang, I heard that you want to add a play? All right, it's very good. I think you won't need me as a screenwriter at all. Next time, you can write your own script. How about it?" Yang Ze was proud Whispering, his neck was suddenly grabbed by Yan Zicheng, and then a familiar voice rang in his ears.

Yang Ze shivered instinctively, and hurriedly apologized, he didn't dare to offend the sharp-tongued Yan Zicheng, even though Yan Zicheng was in a "harmless" state recently, "How dare I! See what you said, I'm the one who opened the door." Just kidding, kidding..."

Yan Zicheng snorted coldly, and snorted, "Come on, people with long eyes can see your little abacus. What, I have changed my temper recently, but you are not used to it? You are being abused. Tend to?"

Yang Ze was so choked by him that he couldn't catch his breath, and it took him a long time to recover, "I just said a word to your precious little brother, and you just use so many words to block me... Yan Zicheng, what the hell are you going to say?" No matter how you like the new and dislike the old, it’s not like this!"

Yan Zicheng glared at him, "Bullshit likes the new and dislikes the old. I saw injustice and drew my sword to help. The surname Yang, if I see you relying on the old and not always bullying the younger generation next time, be careful, I will add those glorious deeds of yours." Come on, pack it up and send it to your little girlfriend!"

Yang Ze immediately froze, didn't dare to say anything, watched Yan Zicheng drag Fang Qiao past him, and left without looking back.

"What the hell is going on..." Yang Ze muttered sullenly, deeply feeling that his position in Yan Zicheng's heart had plummeted, and he would sarcastically and scold at every turn, which was extremely depressed.But when he thought about it again, he felt that Yan Zicheng, who had a vicious tongue, was his true face, and he felt a little happy.After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he was indeed a bit masochistic, and he was depressed immediately.

"Yan Zicheng scolded you again?" Jian Junhao appeared from nowhere, and sat down beside Yang Ze.

Yang Ze glanced at him and nodded feebly.He didn't know Jian Junhao's hostility towards Yan Zicheng yet, but he just felt that there was something wrong between the two of them. He was so nervous that he didn't take it to heart at all, so he lost his vigilance against Jian Junhao.

"I remember that the two of you used to be good friends, and Zicheng wanted to stick to you..." Jian Junhao sighed with emotion, showing some puzzled expression, "Why is it like this now? He obviously cares more about the freshman boy."

"The two of us are usually like this, we are so familiar, it's normal to joke around..." Yang Ze retorted unconvinced, and he could tell that he lacked confidence.

Jian Junhao chuckled and refused to comment, "In my opinion, he put all his thoughts on that Fang Qiao, and the two of them are close enough..."

Listening to his words, Yang Ze couldn't help turning his eyes to the backs of the two people who were walking away, and nodded in sympathy.

"To be honest, Yang Ze, I want to remind you this time." Jian Junhao turned his head and stared at Yang Ze, seeing the confusion on his face, "Yanzi really walked with Fang Qiao It's too close, so close...Recently, there have been a lot of gossip about the two of them..."

Yang Ze's face completely darkened.

The author has something to say: I've been so busy recently that I don't even have time to write, and I don't want to stop updating, so I kept writing until one o'clock in the morning...

But this chapter is written very hilariously, very smoothly, well, it’s cool to stay up all night like this! !