Ideal place

The motorcycle engine roared loudly, attracting countless attention and discussions along the way. Wen Ran didn't like being the focus, so she had to bury her face deep in Tong Zhiyou's back.

In order to avoid losing his balance, he was forced to hug the opponent's waist tightly, and he shouted in a mess amidst the noise of the wind: "Tong Zhiyou, ride slower!"

Hearing the words, Tong Zhiyou intensified, increased his horsepower and galloped up the elevated highway, the traffic was surging, the horn was loud and loud, and this man was still speeding up desperately, Wen Ran was so frightened that he immediately closed his eyes.

For a moment, the whole body was full of dangers, the instigator was Tong Zhiyou, and the straw was Tong Zhiyou.

The motorcycle slid out of the main road, turned right after [-] meters into the side road, and only the sound of the engine remained in my ears.The area in front of me is remote and quiet, with low houses and few people. Behind the sparse bushes, there is a small basketball court hidden.

After safely stopping at the entrance, Tong Zhiyou jumped out of the car and helped Wen Ran take off his helmet.Swinging a heavy punch in the face, Wen Ran glared at him angrily, still in shock, gasped heavily and gritted his teeth and said, "If I had known earlier, I should not have agreed to your date."

Tong Zhiyou's eyes became blurred, and he admired Wen Ran's anxious and pale face with great interest, his protruding Adam's apple was flushed, and he really wanted to take a bite now: "Xiao Ran, you look so attractive like this gone."

Wen Ran raised her voice: "Tong Zhiyou! I'm serious with you!"

Unable to stop his mouth with words, he had to kiss. Tong Zhiyou forcefully plundered Wen Ran's mouth, then licked/licked the corners of his lips, smiling wickedly: "You can't understand the truth with a bastard."

Stumbling and being hugged off the motorcycle by Tong Zhiyou, Wen Ran pushed him away and staggered to a firm stand, while several extended whistles sounded at the right time.Wen Ran turned his head, and there were five or six men of Tong Zhiyou's age standing in the basketball court, with dazzling hair and younger faces than him, and it is actually more accurate to call him "boy".

"Wow." The red-haired man raised his chin with a smirk and asked Tong Zhiyou, "Your partner?"

Tong Zhiyou raised his eyebrows, without saying a word, he led Wen Ran onto the plastic floor, placed him on the side of the stand, took off his coat and carefully draped it over his shoulders, as if he was afraid of bumping somewhere.

Rubbing warm and dyed arms through his coat, Tong Zhiyou lowered his volume and said, "I want you to watch me play a game of selfishness. Every time I win against them, I can't feel happy. I realized later that it's because you're not here." , no one shares this joy with me."

The sharp facial features gradually softened, Tong Zhiyou looked gentle, and hugged Wen Ran in public: "Xiao Ran, I am really happy that you can accompany me here."

No matter how hard-hearted Wen Ran is, it's hard to resist Tong Zhiyou's tone of showing weakness. He avoided the eyes of the punks watching the show, and said in a warm voice: "Don't try too hard, and be sure to pay attention to safety."

Tong Zhiyou suddenly wanted to save this sentence on his mobile phone and listen to it repeatedly.Wen Ran is worried about him, and their relationship is improving.

Turning around to catch the basketball thrown by his teammates, Tong Zhiyou jumped off the stands and passed through layers of obstacles. He made a layup, leaped into the sky, and easily threw the ball, a perfect two-pointer.

"Fuck." His teammate gave him a high-five and joked, "The object is here, but the state is just fucking different."

The flame jumped out of the lighter, Wen Ran lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette, taking a puff with a heavy heart.The nicotine went down the throat and pierced his chest and lungs. He stared at the figure running in the center of the court, and the memory flashed in his mind. The figures of Tong Zhiyou and Jian Xize overlapped perfectly.

The tip of the tongue was bitter, and the warm smoke sighed lightly, the back of the hand was full of veins, and the nails curled towards the palm pierced into the flesh.The pain intensified, but he still couldn't resist the invasion of longing. He stared at the void lonely, allowing the old feelings to recur and cause trouble, reminiscing about the sweat and tears that Jian Xize brought him that summer.

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