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"Eat," Cen Baiyan's eyes were burning, "You want me to feed you?"

This late-night snack shop has a small storefront, and it is very inconspicuous among the popular milk tea and dessert shops outside the school, but it tastes very good and the ingredients are real.

Cen Baiyan and Chen Wei often strolled over to buy some meat buns and omelettes after evening class. The boss was generous, and after getting acquainted with them, he would give them a few melons and two dates.

The milk brewed with condensed milk is sweet and fragrant, the black rice porridge is sprinkled with unmelted white sugar, and the custard bun is dotted with a red and tender jujube.

Sweet, sweet, all sweet.

Xuan Zhao's eyebrows twitched, and an uncontrollable nausea suddenly surged from the depths of his body.

Cen Baiyan wished he could pile up all the good things in the world in front of Xuan Zhao, and poked the soft and swollen dough on the surface of the custard bun with chopsticks, revealing the tender yellow filling.

"The takeaway I ordered for you last time was bought from this place. Didn't you say it was delicious?" Cen Baiyan picked up the porridge bowl again, blew on his mouth, and then handed the bowl to Xuanzhao, "I will pick it up later. After class and get off work, we will come often if you like."

Xuan Zhao lowered his eyes to cover the hesitation in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Okay."

He scooped up a spoonful of sweet porridge to his mouth, paused imperceptibly, Cen Baiyan looked at him with his chin in one hand, Xuan Zhao sighed inwardly, and put the porridge with sugar into his mouth.

Sweet, really too sweet.

Xuan Zhao wanted to swallow the porridge down his throat, but the sweet and greasy taste spread in his mouth without going through the taste buds. He seemed to be scalded, and his fingers tightened suddenly.

"Is it hot?" Cen Baiyan took the porridge bowl, slowly stirred it with a spoon to dissipate heat, raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, and jokingly said, "Don't be in such a hurry to eat it, no one will grab it for you , it's all yours."

"." Xuan Zhao swallowed the porridge with difficulty.

Cen Baiyan put another bun to his mouth.

Xuanzhao didn't eat anything all afternoon and night. He was not very comfortable at first, but the overly sweet taste of custard buns was a kind of stimulation to him, and his stomach was overwhelmed. His face turned pale, and he suddenly covered his mouth He started coughing with his mouth open.

Cen Baiyan got up immediately, sat next to Xuan Zhao, grabbed his shoulders, and lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong? Where is the pain?"

"Cough, cough, cough." Xuan Zhao breathed out, waved his hands and said, "It's okay, I'm choking."

Cen Baiyan rubbed the back of Xuan Zhao's head lightly like taking care of a small animal, and said softly, "I'll get you a glass of water."

Xuan Zhao turned pale and nodded.

"Brother," Cen Baiyan took an empty bowl from the disinfection cabinet, and shouted to the boss, "I'll go to the back to get some water!"

The boss was busy serving porridge for the guests in front, without looking up: "You make it yourself!"

Cen Boyan opened the door curtain and entered the back kitchen familiarly. Behind him, Xuan Zhao frowned suddenly, looking solemnly at the pile of sweets on the table.

There were five steamed buns in a basket, and he wrapped three of them in paper towels, threw them into the trash can, then poured the bowl of sweet milk into it, and quickly switched the trash can on his table with the one behind.

The owner of the supper shop who happened to turn around took his actions into his eyes, with a surprised expression on his face.

Didn't Bai Yan say that his friend likes to eat sweets?Judging by his reaction, he should really hate eating these things, right?

Not long after, Cen Baiyan took the warm water and strode back. Seeing that the food on the table was half empty, he asked in disbelief, "Have you eaten?"

Xuan Zhao took out a tissue, wiped the corners of his mouth slowly, and said with satisfaction: "I'm full."

Usually eat like a cat, but after a short time, he stuffed three steamed buns and a bowl of milk. Cen Baiyan felt satisfied that he had fed his boyfriend, and squeezed Xuanzhao's face with a smile: "Okay, you , Eat well, and I will give you a reward."

Fortunately, there were not many people in the store, and no one paid attention to their intimate movements. Xuan Zhao turned his head away from Cen Baiyan's hand: "What reward."

"The reward will bring you to eat buns tomorrow." Cen Baiyan said.

Xuan Zhao's face froze: "."

"Happy and silly? See if you are happy."

Xuan Zhao raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm flattered."

Cen Boyan took Xuan Zhao's hand under the table and shook it, feeling distressed and sad at the same time.

The little cripple is also very easy to coax, a few buns can coax him happily.Cen Baiyan automatically imagined a tragic scene - Xuan Zhao huddled in a dilapidated hut, reluctant to eat and drink, and made instant noodles to satisfy his hunger when he was hungry.

He has been here since he was a child, right?

Cen Baiyan sighed, and rubbed the softest part of Xuan Zhao's palm: "From now on, there will be delicious food every day, such as cake, double skin milk, almond paste, banana split, we can eat whatever is delicious."

Before the sour gas in Xuanzhao's stomach could be suppressed, his temples twitched and he almost vomited.

After returning home, I got tired of it for a while, and the next day, both of us had morning classes, so we had to go to bed early.

Cen Baiyan held Xuan Zhao in his arms and begged for a goodnight kiss. Perhaps under the cover of night, this kiss was more presumptuous and bold than before.

"Bai Yan."

Xuan Zhao rested one hand on Cen Baiyan's chest, while Cen Baiyan held the other tightly, and was about to suffocate under Cen Baiyan's stormy attack.

Cen Baiyan took a shower, and the cotton bathrobe was loosely draped over his body. The water droplets from the ends of his hair flowed down his cheeks to his chin, and finally disappeared into his strong chest with a "snap".

The little sun didn't turn on, but Xuanzhao felt it was too hot, as if countless sweats were scrambling to burst out of his pores, his legs suddenly went limp, and he was about to fall down, Cen Baiyan grabbed his waist , and pulled him into his arms.

The tightly pressed lips and tongue parted, Xuanzhao's chest heaved slightly, the weight of his whole body was on Cen Baiyan, his lips were slightly parted, and he gasped in a daze.

"Zhaozhao," Cen Baiyan called him suddenly, his voice hoarse and deep than usual, "Zhaozhao."

Xuanzhao let out a "hmm", and his heart beat like a drum.

Cen Baiyan seemed to think this was very interesting, and wrapped his arms around his waist and called him over and over again: "Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao."

"What!" Xuan Zhao couldn't help but look up and glared at him.

There was still moisture in his eyes, his eyelashes were wet from Cen Baiyan's kiss just now, and the corners of his upturned eyes were also sucked out an inconspicuous crimson color.

Cen Boyan stared at Xuan Zhao's pupils that were as dark as a deep pool, as if he had been bewitched by something, and asked mysteriously, "Here—"

His big and powerful palm clasped Xuan Zhao's side waist, and asked in a deep voice, "Is there a red mole?"

Xuan Zhao was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

The fingers clasped around his waist tightened, and the material of the clothes could not insulate the heat from Cen Baiyan's palms, Xuanzhao's whole body seemed to be on fire.

His waist is very sensitive. When Cen Baiyan pressed his index finger lightly on his waist, Xuan Zhao trembled like an electric shock. A hot current rose rapidly in his body. Ten toes curled up uncontrollably.

After a while, Cen Baiyan shook his head suddenly, let out a sigh of relief, bent down and buried his head in Xuan Zhao's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Forget it, it's better to slow down, don't scare you."

He was not quite reconciled to saying that, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the hollow of Xuan Zhao's collarbone, smelling the light herbal aroma on Xuan Zhao's body.

"There is only one vase like yours in the world, and it still has legs. If you scare it away, what should you do?"

Xuan Zhao didn't defend himself, and was hit head-on by the softness of this moment, and said in a gentle voice, "I have bad legs and feet, and I can't run fast."

"That can't scare you, what if you fall?" Cen Baiyan calmly tugged at the hem of his bathrobe to cover some impolite body organ|organ.

His big hairy head was pressed against Xuan Zhao's neck, and Xuan Zhao's hair was rubbed so that Xuan Zhao was itchy. Xuan Zhao raised his hand and rubbed the back of Cen Baiyan's head: "Why are you being so stupid like a puppy?"

Cen Baiyan did not refute: "Hold for a while."

"Okay, okay," Xuan Zhao said with a helpless smile, "Cen Baiyan, the rambunctious little dog."

This winter was colder and rainier than ever, and they hugged each other tightly in a small room without air conditioning or heating.

Cen Baiyan was thinking about how time passed so slowly. He wanted to do more things with Xuan Zhao, not just hugging, and far more than just kissing, but it was too fast now.Cen Baiyan used to sneer at Chen Wei's hot-tempered and greasy way of falling in love, but only now did he feel that it was far from enough.He has a bottomless desire for Xuanzhao, just like a traveler who has trekked in the desert for a long time, only tasted a refreshing drop from the sweet spring, and there is no way to relieve his hunger and thirst at all.

He wants to sleep on the same bed with Xuan Zhao, wants to kiss the red mole on Xuan Zhao's waist, and do things that can only be done in dreams.

As for Xuan Zhao at this moment, an absurd idea popped up in his mind - it would be great if time could freeze at this moment forever.

Slow down the second hand, slow down the minute hand, slow down, slow down again.

The tearing feeling of self-pull came again, his temple seemed to be hit by a hammer, and the severe pain woke him up from the fantasy of floating clouds.

Cen Baiyan, he is Cen Baiyan.

The temperature of his body dropped instantly, Xuan Zhao's lips trembled slightly, and the chill rose from his fingertips.

Cold air enveloped the harbor city at one o'clock in the morning.

Yang Shuo lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Chen Wei was playing games below, he was in double row with Cen Baiyan, and he yelled "Bare me" and said: "You moved away as soon as you said hello, and you kept it secretive, where did you move? Are you still a buddy?"

Yang Shuo turned over, and the previous scenes emerged in his mind——

It was the same before, on the day of the game, Bo Yan dragged the lame bartender into the same toilet cubicle;

That night Bo Yan carried him away from the bar;

They were at the bun shop just now, head to head, very close;

After they left, Yang Shuo quietly followed them for a while, and saw Bai Yan holding the lame man's hand after entering the alley, and they kissed wantonly under a lamp post, Bo Yan closed his eyes, rubbing the lame man's side face with one hand, The blue veins on the back of the hand are distinct.

Yang Shuo seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt on the spot, and he returned to the dormitory in a daze, while spurning himself like a voyeuristic pervert, but at the same time couldn't help but think of Bai Yan's inexplicably sexy side face when he was immersed in the kiss .

Even when he was taking a shower, he fantasized about Cen Baiyan and did some shameful things.

Yang Shuo didn't realize it until he was lying on the bed now.

Bo Yan, does he like that cripple?Does he like men?

This thought was like opening Pandora's box, Yang Shuo bit his lower lip, and in the extreme shock, he even had an unrealistic fantasy.

There was a coat beside the pillow, it belonged to Cen Baiyan.

It was raining some time ago, and his books were left in the library, but the umbrella could not be found. Cen Baiyan threw his coat to him and asked him to protect it from the rain.

Yang Shuo rested his face on the coat, and his heart suddenly started beating.

In the past, he knew that Cen Baiyan liked girls, and he was afraid that Cen Baiyan would hate him, so he didn't dare to have any extravagant hopes no matter what.

But it's different now.

Yang Shuo was both nervous and indescribably excited.

——Does Bo Yan like boys?That could be me too.

"Fuck|Your uncle, Cen Baiyan! You betrayed your father!"

Chen Wei stood up abruptly, the shadow was elongated by the desk lamp and cast on the wall on Yang Shuo's side.

Yang Shuo looked at Chen Wei's shadow, and suddenly thought of something, his pupils suddenly shrank!

In that alley, the cripple's cane was leaning against the wall, and his shadow was reflected on the wall.

He thought of a person. In the box of Jinglei Bar, a thin and luxurious shadow was reflected on the translucent carved screen, and a slender column |-shaped object was also leaning against the sofa.

It's the owner with a gentle but cold voice!

Yang Shuo stared straight at Chen Wei's shadow on the wall, and suddenly looked like he had seen a ghost.

Impossible, how could they be the same person?

"Why did you hang|hang up just now? What?" Chen Wei yelled from below.

What did Cen Baiyan say over there, Chen Wei snorted: "Your roommate gets up to go to the bathroom at night? It's none of your business! You pee for him? No, Cen Baiyan, what do you mean by 'you want to', what do you mean? Roommate, did you play a trick on you?"

Yang Shuo remained motionless.

"Let's start another round," Chen Wei greeted, and howled again within a few seconds, "Your roommate told you to sleep and you went to bed? I used to be your roommate too. I didn't see you listening to me, why?" ?”

Cen Baiyan seemed to be hanging up there, Chen Wei cursed twice, and complained to Yang Shuo angrily: "You said that Cen Baiyan moved out. Is it tricky? Who did you find as a roommate?"

Yang Shuo didn't answer, breathing lightly.

"Sleeping?" Chen Wei muttered, and lightly turned off the light.

Yang Shuo wasn't the only one who didn't fall asleep that night.

"Master, news from Xiaoqi Village that Wan Qianshan will return later." Uncle Gong said on the phone.

"Well," Xuan Zhao wore rimless glasses, Bluetooth headsets were plugged into his ears, and he rubbed his throat unconsciously with one hand, "I expected that he would go back. He is a man who is beautiful on the surface, but vain and conceited on the inside." , every time he goes back, he has some shady goals, but he wants to make a big show of it, so that everyone will be grateful to him."

Xiaoqi Village is the hometown of Wan Qianshan and Cen Jingxiang. In a very remote town in Xinyang, the folk customs are conservative and extremely superstitious.

After Wan Qianshan joined the Xuan family, Xuan Yu built a road, built a school, and renovated the local temple in Xiaoqi Village in the name of Wan Qianshan.Since then, the villagers of Xiaoqi Village have regarded Wan Qianshan as a great hero, and when they return to Wan Qianshan and return to the village, they are all treated like stars.

Xuanzhao has been paying attention to the movements of Xiaoqi Village these years. He uses Gong Qiao’s name to continue to provide financial support for Xiaoqi Village. To some extent, it can be said that he is from the village government, the village primary school, and the temples in the village. .

Therefore, Xuanzhao learned that Wan Qianshan would go back to Xiaoqi Village almost every year for the past ten years to offer incense and worship Buddha in that earthen temple.Probably once a person with guilt in his heart gains power, he will start to repent of the mistakes he has committed in order to pray for forgiveness from the gods.

Miao Zhu said that there are two reasons for Wan Qianshan to return to the village. One is to seek a son. He has a very strong sense of clan, and he is crazy to want a son named Wan. The second reason is that he has been plagued by nightmares for many years, dreaming that his former father-in-law turned into a ghost asking him for his life, asking how to resolve it.

How to resolve it?

Xuanzhao's eyes behind the lenses were cold.

Grandpa Quanxia knows, how could it be possible to release Wanqianshan?

Xuan Zhao's voice was clear and cold: "Uncle, have you explained everything?"

"It's done," Uncle Gong replied, "Let's say that the one who belongs to the snake will kill him."

"Hmm." Xuan Zhao pondered.

After a while, Uncle Gong's hesitant voice sounded again: "Master."

"Uncle, do as I say." Xuan Zhao interrupted Uncle Gong.

He didn't even allow himself the slightest possibility of hesitation.

Those who belong to snakes can overcome thousands of mountains, and those who belong to snakes are precisely Cen Jingxiang's weakness.

In this bottomless vortex, there is only one person who is a snake, and this person was kissing Xuan Zhao passionately an hour ago.

In the room opposite, Cen Baiyan smelled of Xuanzhao, and slept soundly and deeply.

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