Demolition of the bridge across the river

As April approached, Gou Xiaohe's Xincheng tree finally began to germinate and grow leaves.

He was so excited that he took more than 80 photos and wished to post them to Moments three times a day.

His circle of friends has never been of a good standard, and he doesn't post Bianqiao, and occasionally sends out some random photos, and he retouches the pictures so that he can't see them.

This time he shared his heart and sincere tree, but many people liked it, and even sister ice cream commented:? ? ?fed?

Gou Xiaohe replied to her: Yes!

Sister Ice Cream: Amazing

Gou Xiaohe thought that it seemed that she had doubts about my sincerity.

After drying the tree beautifully, he went to Bianqiao with a small potted plant.

After school started, he and Bian Qiao moved to live in the old building as usual. Although they now share the same bed, Bian Qiao still clearly divided the rooms.

This time his reason is that going to school is different from vacations, every day after evening self-study, he has to do the memorization and review, the two of them are inefficient together, so Gou Xiaohe can't go to bed, so don't run into his room if you have nothing to do.

It doesn't matter to Gou Xiaohe, as long as they can sleep together at night, it's better than every day in the last semester.

And Bianqiao said so, Gou Xiaohe would ask him when he couldn't understand something when he was doing a question, and he always ran back and forth twice and then stayed on Bianqiao's desk, and Bianqiao didn't bother to really push him away.

"Bianqiao!" Gou Xiaohe shouted before entering the room, "Let's go to the flower and bird market to buy a new flowerpot, the current one feels a bit too small."

Bian Qiao was sitting in front of the desk and looking at his mobile phone. He was sluggish at first, with his neck resting on the back of the chair and his legs stacked on the table. He got off his phone and adjusted his posture to sit up, turning his head and frowning.

"Can you learn to knock on the door?" He had a strange expression on his face, and he lowered his breath when he spoke.

"Ah? Aren't we always like this?" Gou Xiaohe held the potted plant in one hand while still clutching the doorknob with the other, and blinked, "I'm sorry. What are you doing?"

Bian Qiao didn't say a word, his desk was facing the door, and he sat back and made some adjustments.

Gou Xiaohe was usually in a daze, he was always a boy, now that the earth is rejuvenating and everything is recovering, Bian Qiao's attitude and reaction, after a little thought, he immediately guessed that little bit of mischief.

He walked to the back of Bianqiao on tiptoe, looked forward secretly, saw the curvature of Bianqiao's trousers and smiled, and asked softly as if he had discovered some secret: "Are you beating?"

Bian Qiao was in the middle of the process just now, when he was suddenly interrupted, he couldn't get up or down, and when he met Gou Xiaohe's heartless eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"You know you still don't want to get out?" He was a little edgy, "You're here to help me fight?"

Gou Xiaohe has a characteristic - he is more curious about things that are more sensitive and private to ordinary people.

This trait is only for Bian Qiao, mainly because he knows that Bian Qiao is joking with him, this thing is not the same as kissing, he definitely can't really let him help him fight, he didn't run away, and he thought it was fun.

After all, they grew up together since they were young, and they haven't seen each other for three years. He is curious about everything about Bianqiao when he grows up.

Thinking about it this way, except for the first few days when he came here, he found out that Bianqiao was hard after taking a shower, and warned him in the hotel that Bianqiao poked him a little... He didn't find out what happened to Bianqiao.

They have been sleeping in the same bed for the past few months. Could it be that Bian Qiao is also like him, going to the bathroom in the middle of the night or secretly beating while taking a shower?

"What were you looking at just now?" He let it go without leaving, and asked after Bian Qiao, "You must be looking at something different from me, right?"

Bian Qiao felt speechless when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when Gou Xiaohe finished asking, his heart and eyebrows moved at the same time, and he asked Gou Xiaohe: "What are you watching?"

The topic turned to himself, Gou Xiaohe was stunned, and suddenly found that he couldn't answer.

He usually doesn't think about these things very much, it's basically a natural reaction, and he can't hold it back at this age, sometimes the reaction is bigger when he wakes up, and he will come out after going to the bathroom and bumping around.

If he really summed up his preferences, the pictures that appeared in his mind were all the screenshots and videos that Hu Yuan shared with him.

Hu Yuan has become perverted, he likes European and American people, he likes high-heeled shoes and black stockings, the kind with whips and ropes, good people are tossed out of shape.

He didn't understand where the excitement was good.

It's not as good as those butt stabbing videos that make people feel numb.

"I didn't." The image of stabbing his butt flashed in his mind, Gou Xiaohe didn't dare to think about it, and hugged his potted plant to avoid his sight, "I don't look at it."

He lost all interest in Bianqiao, now he raised his eyes to look at Gou Xiaohe, but he didn't know what he was thinking, he turned his chair slightly, his eyes thoughtful.

"Want to see?" He asked suddenly.

Gou Xiaohe "Huh?" Turning around, before he was ready, Bianqiao had already turned the phone over and put it on the table without any concealment.

What Bianqiao watched was not the video, but the picture.

The pictures of boys are domestic and foreign, with yellow skin and white skin. The common point is that they are all similar in size, slender, slender, and well-proportioned, with a youthful thin texture and a refreshing vitality.

Just looking at these photos is actually quite artistic, and the beautiful body lines are very aesthetic.

If the people in the photo weren't all... held there, it would be a close-up.

"Do you like this kind?" Gou Xiaohe wanted to see but was embarrassed, and asked in a serious manner.

Bianqiao didn't speak, just rowed backwards.

Some of the pictures in the back are very explicit. Several animations are terrifyingly vicious, and the people who are attacked are all of the same body type without exception.

Gou Xiaohe watched and felt once again: In front of pure visual stimulation, gender and orientation are really not an insurmountable gap.

Seeing a picture of a person pressing against the wall and kissing him to death, his scalp went numb, and he quickly raised his head, not daring to look at it.

"Why do you have so many?" Gou Xiaohe was shocked without flipping over Bianqiao's phone, "You won't save all these in your photo album, right?"

In fact, these are all pictures from the website, Bianqiao deliberately did not explain, but raised his eyelids and replied: "You care about me?"

Gou Xiaohe opened his mouth, couldn't speak, and didn't want to go out, so he walked around the table with his arms around the flowerpot.

Bian Qiao calmed down, found a paper and began to scratch and write the questions. He turned back and asked stutteringly, "Then you, if you find a boyfriend in the future, will you be looking for that kind of skinny guy?"

Will the bridge over there be like kissing him that day, pressing others against the wall to kiss, and then like in the animation just now, kissing people while kissing...

Bianqiao did not answer this question.He turned the pen at a very slow speed, staring at Gou Xiaohe for a long time.

"Don't sleep with me tonight." In the end, he withdrew his eyes and continued writing the question, and calmly informed Gou Xiaohe.

Gou Xiaohe guessed what Bianqiao was going to do at night, imagined that scene, for some reason, he was more embarrassed than before, his legs felt numb, and his whole body trembled.

Gou Xiaohe hasn't slept by himself since the Chinese New Year.

The next day was the weekend, and he lingered in Bianqiao's house all night. It was past midnight before Bianqiao drove him away with his eyes.

After washing and returning to his room, he couldn't fall asleep even after going to bed, his heart skipped a beat, an inexplicable excitement was active deep in his brain, and he couldn't help but wonder what Bianqiao was doing, whether it had already started.

Thinking wildly for most of the night, he finally got sleepy, and it felt very strange that there was no one around him. He always wanted to squeeze next to the side bridge when he was half asleep and half awake, but he always felt empty and suddenly woke up.

After tossing like a pancake until the middle of the night, he gradually fell asleep.

The consequence of not sleeping at night is not waking up during the day.

Gou Xiaohe was dragged up by Bianqiao the next day, and the curtains were pulled open at the same time. The sun at six o'clock in the morning flooded the bed unobstructed, making him unable to open his eyes.

"Why?" Gou Xiaohe leaned against the head of the bed in a daze for a while, then asked Bianqiao with a wrinkled face.

"Get up." Bianqiao felt refreshed, he probably just took a shower in the morning, and with the smell of shower gel, he stood by the bed and flicked Gou Xiaohe's forehead.

"Sleepy." Gou Xiaohe leaned towards him.

"Flower pot." Bian Qiao pushed him away, "You asked for it yesterday, why don't you buy it today?"

When Gou Xiaohe couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, he looked at several flower pots on Taobao. This kind of small thing that is not in a hurry can be picked slowly from the Internet, and it is cheaper.

But Bianqiao offered to take him to buy a flowerpot, Gou Xiaohe was still very happy, which proved that Bianqiao also cared about their Xincheng tree.

He wasn't sleepy any more, from getting out of bed and washing to changing clothes and going out, he was done in 10 minutes.

"Let's go directly to the flower and bird market?" He was jumping on his walk, thinking with Bianqiao enthusiastically, "Should we go after breakfast? Anyway, there is nothing to do today, we can take a stroll."

"Are you hungry?" Bian Qiao asked him.

Gou Xiaohe felt it: "It seems a little bit."

Bian Qiao didn't ask any more questions, and took him directly to have breakfast after leaving the alley.

According to Bianqiao's habit, after dinner, he planned to call a car and go straight to the flower and bird market, but Gou Xiaohe refused to give way, thinking that the distance was too expensive, so he insisted on taking Bianqiao to take the bus.

"It's crowded." Bian Qiao thought about it and his head ached.

"It's okay, it won't be crowded after a few stops, I'll grab a seat for you." Gou Xiaohe was not afraid of crowding, and dragged him to the bus stop by the side bridge.

On weekend mornings, the most indispensable thing in the bus is people.

The car they were going to take was coming from a distance, and there was still a red light, and they could see the blackness in the window, full of human heads.

"Not crowded?" Bian Qiao leaned on the platform pillar and looked at Gou Xiaohe.

"That's too much." As soon as the car approached, Gou Xiaohe felt uncomfortable looking at Bianqiao, and hesitantly asked Bianqiao, "How about we go take the subway?"

"Regret now? It's a good idea." Bian Qiao sneered, grabbed Gou Xiaohe's back and got into the car directly.

After the bus had passed two stops, the two of them squeezed flesh and blood in the gap between the back door and the handrail. No one understood why they had to squeeze this bus.

"You lean towards me."

Gou Xiaohe was pushed to the inside by the bridge, with the car window in front of him.He knew that Bianqiao didn't like being stuck close to by strangers, so he pulled his arm in and wanted to change places with him.

"Don't move." Bian Qiao patted him away impatiently.

He was holding on to the ring with one hand, but he couldn't let go of the other hand. He adjusted the angle several times, but he always bumped into someone else, so he simply strangled Gou Xiaohe's waist.

Bian Qiao was very stiff, and the moment before he moved his arm, he was still making emotions for himself, trying to send Gou Xiaohe a message of "I have to do this" through body language.

But Gou Xiaohe didn't feel the slightest hint of these brewing.

He wanted to hug Bian Qiao every day, but he didn't feel anything at all.He lowered his head and glanced at the arms around his stomach, and put his hands on them, pinching the flesh of the bridge for fun.

It may be that there are more and more people on the bus, and he is getting closer and closer to the side bridge; it may also be that there are many red lights on this section of the road, and the bus stops and starts, shaking all the time... Hold on, Gou Xiaohe He stopped his hands and turned to look at Bianqiao.

Bian Qiao was looking sideways with his head tilted, his Adam's apple twitched, and he didn't meet his eyes.

Gou Xiaohe turned his neck back, felt it for a few more seconds, hesitantly turned his back, and touched the position where Bianqiao was next to his lower back.

"You..." He turned his head in shock.

"I told you, don't move."

Bian Qiao's arms suddenly tightened, his ears turned red visibly, and he warned fiercely behind his ears.

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I want to praise myself for my hard work, but I can't boast if I think about it carefully