Welcome to Meng 1 Live Room

The private dressing room is very small, with a narrow stool, a single-sided wardrobe, and no windows, so it looks very dim when the lights are not turned on.

As soon as Meng Yi entered, he heard the door slam shut behind him, and then an arm was stretched across his waist. Fu Juehan pressed him hard against the closet, and kissed him brutally with his chin.

"Why are you so unashamed, huh?"

With the tip of his tongue in his mouth, he tore off the Taoist uniform with his hot hands and touched it, "I will be rewarded for the public, why didn't I realize you were so bold before?"

"Hey, isn't this falling in love..." Meng Yi thought that there was nothing to be ashamed about being together, so he turned around and kissed him back obediently.

The lips and teeth intertwined and made an ambiguous sound, and the panting became more and more serious, and Meng Yi was caught off guard when the tip of his tongue was bitten again, and Fu Juehan picked him up with his hips in his arms, and directly pressed him against the hard wardrobe.

"Hmm - cool..."

Meng Yi gritted his lips and hummed, his whole body was almost out of breath from being kissed.

Fu Juehan let go of his lips, and bit the tip of his nose as punishment: "Little ancestor, why are you so delicate."

The evil big hands turned to rubbing his hair and waist, his body was one size bigger and covered him tightly, panting, smell, sweat, woven into a web, Fu Juehan was like a spider hunting on the web, with a mouthful He swallowed the love in his arms in one gulp.

Being pushed twice through the clothes, Meng Yi let out an exclamation, "Don't, don't do it...it's going to fall..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body went limp, and suddenly he slid down the closet. Fu Juehan pulled his clothes to cover him under it, grabbed his hand and pressed it on his lower abdomen, his hard muscles were almost painful.

In an instant he was upside down, Fu Juehan was pressing the back of his neck with one hand, his legs were blocking his way, his condescending eyes were like a hungry wolf.

Meng Yi swallowed his saliva, looked up and saw that his Taoist uniform was torn apart, revealing his wheat-colored chest, his well-defined muscle mass retracted with his breathing, and a drop of glistening sweat slipped down his neck, Licked the shark line lightly and slowly, and finally, disappeared into the pants.

With a "buzz", Meng Yi's head exploded.

He really wanted to become that drop of sweat, and went inside to see it too.

So he opened his lips, bit the strap on the waist of Fu Juehan's trousers, pulled it hard, the strap slipped off, and the rough fabric rubbed his tongue red.

Meng Yi frowned and looked at him, his eyes glistened with water, and he poked out the tip of his tongue to show him: "Brother...it hurts...I—"

"Stop talking." A hand pressed down brutally: "Open your mouth, hurry up."

The two disappeared for at least three rounds of intermission. After the incident, Meng Yi covered his mouth and coughed for a long time before he stopped. The ends of his eyes and the tip of his nose were full of tears just now.

Fu Juehan helped him along the back with distress, and when he was relieved, he reached out and touched his throat: "Does it still hurt?"

Meng Yi shook his head, opened the water and put it to his lips.

Fu Juehan pursed his lips, "Remember to spit it out next time."

"Pfft——" After spitting out the water he drank, Meng Yixao became the explosive cherry in Plants vs. Zombies, lowering his head and muttering softly: "Remember, this time I didn't... I couldn't hold it back. …”

"..."

Fu Juehan was a little taken aback, his heart trembled from his reaction.

He pinched his chin to force Meng Yi to raise his head, looked down into his eyes for a while, then suddenly he was rubbed into his arms, and smiled helplessly: "Silly thing, you don't have to do this to make me happy, I know you've been trying to comfort me since you came back from Wanning, there's no need for that, it's been so many years, it's long gone."

"Not just to comfort you," but also to cure my own illness...

Meng Yi pressed against the artery in his side neck, his guilt was as unstoppable as his heartbeat, for a moment he just wanted to tell the truth about his illness, no matter how Fu Juehan wanted to punish him, he would admit it even if he had his ass pumped, as long as he didn't break up with him.

"Brother Han, I want to tell you something—"

"Jingle Bell--"

When the rapid bell rang, Meng Yi immediately trembled, and the courage he had finally mustered up was broken again.

"Your phone number." Fu Juehan kissed him on the forehead, and said softly, "I'll take a shower first, the thermos is in the cabinet, don't drink cold water."

"......Oh."

Glancing at the caller ID, Meng Yi picked up the phone listlessly, and called out listlessly: "Brother."

Half a minute later, the phone "slapped" to the ground, he blinked in disbelief, and suddenly jumped up like a rabbit and rushed into the bathroom, "Fu Juehan, Fu Juehan! Hit me!"

"What's the matter?" Fu Juehan was still in a daze, fearing that he would slip and subconsciously hug him into his arms, but Meng Yi grabbed his hand and pressed it on his buttocks, ordering excitedly: "Hurry up, hurry up!" ! Hit me! Hit me hard!"

"..."

"Hey baby, we don't have to play so fancy." Fu Juehan said.

Meng Yi put his arms around his neck and begged, his eyes were so red that he looked like he was being bullied: "Oh, hurry up! Puff! Fuck! Fuck! Please!"

If he could bear it, he would be a monk. Fu Juehan closed his eyes and opened them again, and raised his hand against the two balls of soft flesh.

"Oh! It hurts, it hurts!" Meng Yiyi jumped three feet high, almost fell off the person, and bit his lip in pain: "Damn it hurts, it's true!"

Fu Juehan was puzzled, "What's true?"

"It's true, it's true, it's true!!!" Meng Yi yelled happily several times with his arms around him, as if meeting a great happy event, but as he yelled, a piece of warmth fell down the side of his neck. The man also stopped, rubbing against him like a small animal.

"Fu Juehan, you were really sent by God to redeem me..." Meng Yi's voice was low and hoarse, and it suddenly turned into crying.

Fu Juehan frowned, and asked him anxiously: "Xiaobao, what's the matter?"

Meng Yi wiped his eyes, smiled and pressed his forehead, "My mother's birthday is next week, my brother said, he said... Uncle agreed and let me go home."

Meng Yi sometimes wonders if all the good luck bubbles he had accumulated in the conch shells in the past 20 years burst in line at the age of 21.

First meeting Fu Juehan, and being able to go home to celebrate his mother's birthday, these things he would never have thought about before.

For the first time in his life, he experienced the feeling of "difficulty sleeping and eating". He couldn't eat, let alone sleep. Thinking about the longer delay, it seems that the closer to the nostalgia is more timid.

Meng Yi had spent more than three hours picking out the clothes to wear on his birthday, and the corners of his mouth were blistered with anxiety, and his small face was wrinkled like a kiwi.

Fu Juehan kissed him on the forehead helplessly and amusedly, saying that the elders like children to wear more vigorous clothes, and finally ordered a bright yellow Pikachu sweater.

At five o'clock in the morning, Li Yang was awakened by thirst, and went out to pour water in a daze, and saw Fu Juehan had just come out of the soundproof room.

He glanced inside: "The young master is still messing around?"

"Well, I said I don't have to wait for him for breakfast." Fu Juehan's face darkened, watching Meng Yi repeatedly adjust the audio with his earphones, he was so sleepy that he yawned, and the bruises under his eyes were as heavy as if he had been punched.

"It's already the fifth day, and Superman can't help it even spinning during the day and night. What are you busy with?" Li Yang clicked his tongue, "Why don't you drag it out for him? Forced shutdown!"

Fu Juehan licked his back molars and said, "The sleep aid audio I made is a birthday present for his mother."

With just one sentence from Li Yang, the tone was silenced, and he didn't stop persuading him. He turned his head and asked Fu Juehan: "Then what do you think? If you don't tell him what happened before, what if he goes home and goes through the gang?"

"Let it be, I won't hide it when he thinks about it, and I won't mention it if he doesn't think about it, just let him know."

Finally, the day before Tao Ya's birthday, Meng Yi finished all the audio recordings, a total of 20 G. He read eleven books aloud, edited all the most satisfying voices collected in the past few years, and just left the soundproof room Shi's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak, and he fell headlong before taking two steps.

Not fainting, just sleepy.

Even so, it was still dishonest, he woke up after five hours of sleep, lying in Fu Juehan's arms, his eyes staring like copper bells.

"Close your eyes and sleep for a while."

Meng Yi chuckled, "I can't sleep anymore, tell me why I should dye my hair black, so that I can look more obedient."

Fu Juehan held his face, looked left and right, and said, "Don't dye it, it's pretty good, little boy."

"Fuck, you're so nasty!" Meng Yi jumped over to kiss him, and rubbed against him contentedly: "Say more, I love to listen."

"Okay, let me help you sleep tonight."

Fu Juehan pulled up the quilt to cover him, recalled a few excerpts from the little prince, and after reading a few sentences, his breathing gradually became steady. When he looked down, Meng Yi had already fallen asleep.

He sighed, slowly stroked the dark blue under his eyes, and frowned slightly, "Little fool, I am so happy, if tomorrow's result is not satisfactory, can you bear it...... .”

Facts have proved that Fu Juehan's worries are not superfluous.

Meng Yi was picked up early the next morning. Meng Xiang just got off the plane, so he made a detour to pick him up. When he saw Fu Juehan, his face stinks like hell, but he didn't say much.

The two brothers had a chat in the car, and Meng Xiang suddenly said, "Mom's illness has deteriorated rapidly this year, so you have to be mentally prepared."

Meng Yi's heart skipped a beat: "What psychological preparation?"

"In March last year, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease."

"Alz...how could it be!" Meng Yi shook his head in disbelief, "Impossible, she is not yet 50 years old, how could she be an old idiot—"

"You also know that she is not yet 50 years old?" Meng Xiang stared at him, "Don't you know why she is like this?"

Like a kite with a hole in his chest, Meng Yi opened his mouth blankly, letting the sharp cold wind pass through his chest.

Half a second later, he lowered his head as if fleeing, and clutched the rose in his arms tightly.

"sorry......"

The rose was wilting, as if it was raining on its head.

After a long silence in the carriage, Meng Xiang said, "Sorry." His face was full of annoyance.

It was even more uncomfortable for Meng Yi like this, "You don't need to apologize, it was... originally my fault, and I will never forget it."

After saying this, the heart seemed to be crushed in a meat grinder.

No matter how many years have passed, mother is still a taboo that cannot be brought up between them. Meng Xiang took a cigarette and stopped the driver: "Stop at the side."

He opened the door and got out of the car without saying a word, "Uncle Zhong and I will go."

When the car door was closed, Meng Yi dared to raise his head, and stuck a rose thorn into his palm.

"Ok."

Without a word all the way, he soon arrived at Meng's house.

No outsiders were invited to the birthday party, only Meng's father and son and servants were present. Tao Ya sat on the swing in the small garden, being pushed high by Meng Qingshu, cheering happily like a child.

She was very thin, and her eye sockets were sunken inwards, but she was well groomed, without any peculiar smell or excrement on her body, and her long withered and yellow hair was still braided on one side, with a small flower at the end.

The illness took away all her brilliance, and only the gentleness and elegance in her bones could be glimpsed. In order to make her happy, the men of the Meng family lined up to present flowers. They all knelt on one knee, as if they were caring for the most noble princess.

She would receive the bouquet in surprise, then kiss everyone's forehead tenderly, then hand over a small plate of cookies, and say, "Thank you, Dad Meng, and brother Ah Xiang."

But when she arrived at Meng Yi's place, she suddenly paused, a look of confusion flashed in her eyes, "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"...I, yes?" Meng Yi's smile froze on his face, and he froze there like a frog caught in a strong light. The key in his head was opened in an instant, and he finally knew what Meng wanted to say. Tao Ya forgot what his psychological preparation was.

"I, I'm Xiaobao," Meng Yi took a deep breath, catching Tao Ya's incoherent sign language: "I'm Xiaobao, mom, take a good look at me, huh?"

Tao Ya withdrew her hand politely, "Xiaobao, are you Ah Xiang's classmate?"

"Classmate..." Meng Yi lowered his head and stared at his hand blankly, rolled the two words off the tip of his tongue, and said with a smile: "No, I'm not a classmate, I'm Xiaobao , when you were a child you still—"

"Enough." Meng Qingshu raised his eyes and stared at him indifferently, "I beg you, don't provoke her anymore."

"...Okay." Meng nodded in bewilderment, nodded again, stood up and retreated to the side, "Sorry uncle."

Tao Ya accepted his flowers anyway, and placed them on the side of the swing. There were only three people in the family, so she didn't prepare any cookies for Meng Yi.

The birthday party that I had been looking forward to for a whole week was completely different from what Meng Yi had expected. He stood on the edge of the family of three like a clown, watching all this with a forced smile.

For a moment, it seemed that time and space were cut off, and he went back to the time when he was seven years old, back in the small and dark attic, hiding behind the curtains, hiding by the door, hiding in every corner where he could see his family, watching them Sitting on the swing, laughing, sharing a plate of cookies intimately.

The small pear tree in the courtyard has long since disappeared, together with his family.

Meng Qingshu invited a photographer to take pictures, Tao Ya happily gave him a high-five, saying that the family portrait was finally going to be updated, Meng glanced at them, and retreated to the photographer tactfully.

Tao Ya stopped him suddenly: "Student, can I trouble you to come here?"

Meng Yi reacted for a long time before confirming that it was him who was called, and was immediately overjoyed, "Okay! Okay, I'll be right away!"

Then I heard Tao Ya say: "Could you please help me pick a camellia, I want to pin it in my hair."

"..."

Meng Yiqiang raised the corner of his mouth: "Yes, I'll go right away."

He gave the flowers to the servant, and stayed under the tree himself, took out his mobile phone and took a photo of them from a long distance away, and then posted himself in it.

He caressed Tao Ya's face in the photo, and thought to himself that I also updated the family portrait, but the photo wasn't very good.

Before dinner, Meng Qingshu received a phone call and left. Meng Xiang took Tao Ya to the lake, then gave Meng Yi a look, turned around and walked back into the room.

Tao Ya glanced at her son suspiciously, then looked at Meng Yi, and asked him, "Student, do you want to stay at my house for dinner? Auntie's birthday is today."

Meng Yi squeezed out an ugly smile, walked over to help her smooth her hair, "Auntie, I won't keep it, it's too much trouble for you. I prepared a gift for you, can you please accept it?"

"Gift!" Tao Ya cheered, a child's excitement flashed in her eyes, "Thank you sweetheart."

Meng took out the audio from the USB flash drive and said, "My brother said, ah, no, I heard that Meng Xiang said that you have not slept well in the past few years, so I made a sleep aid audio, hoping to help you. you."

"It's not a cake..." With disappointment on her face, Tao Ya stretched out her hand reluctantly, but just as she was about to pick it up, there was an angry voice: "What are you doing!"

Meng Qingshu rushed over angrily, and slapped the USB flash drive in his hand into the water, "You still have to let her hear your voice, don't you know that she will have nightmares when she hears you talking?!"

Meng Yi was pushed and staggered, his face was pale, "I know, I didn't use my original voice, I'm—"

"I don't care who you are! Meng Yi, can you let her go, let us go, the thing I regret the most in my life is adopting you, can you stop torturing us!"

After the words fell, Meng Yi's ears seemed to be deafened by the huge bell.

He stood there in a daze, watching Meng Qingshu's mouth open and close, but couldn't hear any sound.

He lowered his head to apologize, and then bent down to pick up the USB flash drive. After looking around, he realized that the USB flash drive seemed to have fallen into the water.

Meng Yi suddenly felt that he was ridiculous, stupid and self-righteous, he had caused people like this, and he wished to be forgiven.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Uncle... I won't come again, I thought, I thought I was invited today..."

He turned around and ran out of the courtyard as if fleeing. When he reached the door, he tripped over a stone and fell out.

The phone rang suddenly, it was Fu Juehan's call.

"What are you doing, are you having fun?"

Meng Yi stood up, patted the soil on his body, subconsciously maintained a smile on his face, "I, I'm in the yard, here's a nest of ants, washed away by the water, I'm watching them move, let's hang up first."

The other side was silent for two seconds, Fu Juehan seemed to have pressed a lighter, "Xiaobao."

Meng Yi tried his best to widen his eyes, but his voice trembled violently: "Huh?"

"I'll take you home, okay?"

Two lines of tears rolled out without giving him any buffer, Meng Yi clutched the phone tightly, crying silently, "But my home is here..."

My home is here, where else can I go...

Fu Juehan frowned, his heart ached so much that it was about to shatter into several pieces, and just as he was about to get up, he heard a siren on the other side of the phone.

Meng Yi wiped away tears and stood up, giving way to the car outside the door. Turning around, he saw Meng Xiang rushing out to greet him, and said as he walked, "Dr.

"Really!" Meng Yi didn't have time to feel uncomfortable, and ran to the side of the car with him, and saw a foreign doctor with a beard sitting in the back seat, and beside him, Qi Han tilted his head and looked over slowly, chuckling Said: "Little friend, we meet again."

At the same time, his mobile phone suddenly lost signal.

Fu Juehan's phone was forcibly hung up.

As a matter of fact, many people can't see it. Let me just mention it here. There is a separate book about the stories of Qi Han and Fu Ge from the father's generation. If you are interested, you can take a look at the "Pain Love" next door.

The author says:

It's almost broken.