Demolition of the bridge across the river

Gou Xiaohe didn't buy that small cake until the end of the military training.

He didn't take the initiative to look for Bian Qiao again. He had endured it before, but now he didn't dare.

As long as he recalled the moment when Cui Ziqiu jumped on Bianqiao's back, his heart would become tense.

Gou Xiaohe didn't look for Bianqiao, and Bianqiao didn't take the initiative to contact him.

If he was still "ordinary friends" when he was at home during the summer vacation, Gou Xiaohe is now more and more suspicious, whether as long as he doesn't take the initiative to find Bian Qiao, they will slowly become two strangers like they are now.

This discovery made him more uncomfortable than any previous changes.

On the day when the military training finally ended, the school specially arranged a party to celebrate the successful conclusion of the military training of this batch of freshmen, and it was also a welcome party for them.

Gou Xiaohe didn't report for the show, and the first thing he did before the party was to take Ge Nanjing to take a big bath.

After such a long period of military training, they have to line up to take a shower every day, and they have never changed out of their military training uniforms, and they are almost smelly.

After changing back into his own clothes, and going to the party again in a refreshed manner, Gou Xiaohe felt that everyone had changed, and the trendy value was gradually rising in units of department.

When Xu Yiqiao came to find Gou Xiaohe, he was sitting on the tail of the team with Ge Nanan and his head against their heads, chatting with each other.

"Nanjing," Gou Xiaohe observed Ge Nanjing's facial features, and gestured sincerely on the top of his head, "If you were taller, you would definitely be quite handsome."

Clothes are also very good, like a miniature version of Bianqiao.

Ge Nanjing nodded and looked back numbly: "Thank you for complimenting me."

Gou Xiaohe smiled shyly, and was about to say "You're welcome", when an arm suddenly came from behind his head, covering his eyes with the palm of his hand with a very familiar faint breath.

Gou Xiaohe's heart skipped a beat, he quickly pushed his hands away and looked back, met Xu Yiqiao's face, and let go of his hands in a daze.

"What do you mean?" Xu Yiqiao saw the disappointment in his eyes, raised his eyebrows, "Avatar himself, dissatisfied?"

"No." Gou Xiaohe sniffed twice, "Senior, why do you have this smell?"

"Perfume." Ge Nanjing said.

"So obvious?" Xu Yiqiao hurriedly picked up the collar and sniffed, "It's over, I sprayed too much. I was thinking of going out to play at night, so I sprayed it lightly."

"You're the hottest fucker." Xu Yiqiao's roommate disrupted the situation.

"Who grabbed the most fun just now?" Xu Yiqiao turned around and punched.

Gou Xiaohe held his breath to capture the smell again, Xu Yiqiao and his friend were still arguing, Ge Nanjing looked at him and asked, "What do you smell?"

"Nothing." Gou Xiaohe shook his head.

In Bianqiao's cloakroom, there is a bottle of perfume that has been opened all year round, and it smells like this.

"Okay, stop smelling, I'll spray some for you later." Xu Yiqiao looked at the time and greeted them, "Let's go, I'll take you to play."

"Ah?" Gou Xiaohe was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Xu Yiqiao to say that he was going to play after the military training, so he was really stuck on the time just after the military training.

"There's still a party." He pointed to the stage.

"Shit party." Xu Yiqiao smiled, stroked his little dick, "I'll take you to see something really good."

They were not the only people who went to play together, and when they arrived at the destination, Gou Xiaohe knew that there were still a bunch of seniors and sisters, all of whom were "key members" of the student union.

If he knew that their so-called "going out" meant going to a bar, Gou Xiaohe might not be willing to come out.

"Senior!" It was so noisy that Gou Xiaohe had to talk to Xu Yiqiao at the top of his voice, "Is this the really good-looking thing you said—?"

There were two rows of sexy girls on the stage, and the whole bar was noisy upstairs and downstairs, and the dance music and the whistling and screaming made my brain ache.

"Doesn't it look good!" Xu Yiqiao was stepping on the sofa and swaying to the rhythm, so she had to bend down and shout into Gou Xiaohe's ear.

They asked for a booth, but except for Gou Xiaohe and Ge Nanjing, they basically didn't sit on the sofa honestly.

Seeing Gou Xiaohe shaking his head, several seniors around him laughed.

"You don't know the fragrance of long legs when you are young!" Someone even joked.

"It's okay—boy!" Xu Yiqiao's son's voice was broken, and he pushed a cup in front of Gou Xiaohe, "I don't like looking at beautiful women, and there will be beautiful men later! You can drink!"

When Gou Xiaohe was still in 27, he went to the bar with Jiang Chao and the others, but he didn't have much interest after going there once.

He couldn't drink alcohol, and Bianqiao didn't like the smoky atmosphere, so he might as well play games in the villa.

"Is this a drink?" He came anyway, and he asked Ge Nanjing while holding the cup and smelling it.

"Sweet." Ge Nanjing had been sitting beside him eating snacks quietly, and nodded.

Gou Xiaohe took a sip, it was really sweet, with a peach fragrance.

No one in this group of people knew what kind of weight Gou Xiaohe was. On the way here, Xu Yiqiao asked him casually if he could drink, and Gou Xiaohe said that he could drink a little alcoholic beverage.

No one was watching, so he really drank the peach wine as a drink, and huddled in the booth with Ge Nanjing to peel and eat pistachios.

After sipping a glass of wine to the end, Gou Xiaohe's brain began to swell, and his tongue felt numb.

"What's wrong with you?" He tilted his head to look at Ge Nanjing, "the more you sit, the more crooked you are."

"I'm not crooked," Ge Nanjing corrected him, "You are crooked."

Gou Xiaohe said "ah", tried it on his face with the back of his hand, lay down on the sofa, and announced very self-aware, "I seem to have drunk too much."

He drank too much and didn't make a fuss, even if he was sleepy, it was nothing if he was just sleepy, and he always wanted to talk.

Ge Nanjing just ate and listened to him, answering from time to time.

No.20 heard the name "Bianqiao" eight times, he thought about it, and asked Gou Xiaohe: "I said you drank too much, can you call him over?"

"Can it?" Gou Xiaohe thought about it with a blank face, turned over on the sofa, and curled up facing the backrest, "He ignores me now, he likes Cui Ziqiu."

When Xu Yiqiao came back from the toilet, he was taken aback by Gou Xiaohe's appearance.

"Why did you still fall asleep?" He leaned on the back of the sofa, bent down and stroked Gou Xiaohe's face, "How much to drink?"

Ge Nanjing was using Gou Xiaohe's mobile phone to send a message to Bianqiao. The message was very straightforward, and he took a photo of Gou Xiaohe directly, and then sent the name of the bar.

"One cup." After sending out, he held up a finger and pinched the height carefully, "There are so many left."

The side bridge came after 27 minutes.

Ge Nanjing checked the time and helped Gou Xiaohe write down the number.

He looked at the time, Bian Qiao looked at Gou Xiaohe, his expression could only be described as ugly.

"Hey, wake up baby." Xu Yiqiao also knew Bian Qiao, seeing him coming, put his arms around Gou Xiaohe's back and helped him to sit up.

"Baby." Ge Nanjing peeled another pistachio and stuffed it into his mouth, repeated it softly, and gave a stiff face.

Bian Qiao pursed his lips, stepped into the booth to fend off Xu Yiqiao, and directly grabbed Gou Xiaohe's arm to pull him up.

The meaning of distance was too obvious, Xu Yiqiao frowned and looked at him speculatively.

Bian Qiao put Gou Xiaohe's cell phone away first, and told him to stand up straight, then grabbed his wrist, turned his face and looked at Xu Yiqiao.

"He can't drink, he vomits after drinking a little." Bian Qiao said, "He also wets his pants."

Ge Nanjing turned his head slowly, a row of question marks visible to the naked eye appeared on Xu Yiqiao's face.

Bian Qiao ignored them, said "Thank you" in a deep voice, and dragged Gou Xiaohe out with strides.

Gou Xiaohe just fell asleep in a daze, and woke up when Xu Yiqiao helped him up, but he was still in a trance.

Staggering and being pulled out of the bar, the sultry night wind wrapped in the noise unique to the night market street rushed to his face, he stared at the side face of the small half of Bianqiao for a while, he was almost pulled out of the half street, and then suddenly As if returning to the soul, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Baby."

Bian Qiao paused, turned his face and stared at him for two seconds, the corners of his tense mouth moved: "Shut your mouth."

With a "hum", Gou Xiaohe's brain blasted a hot current from the bottom of his heart, covering his whole body at a speed that would make his limbs go numb.

"Baby, Bian Qiao," he didn't care about what Bian Qiao said, and yelled over and over again, "Bian Qiao."

The grasped wrist couldn't be freed, Bianqiao's strength was too great, every time he yelled, he added more strength, twisting Gou Xiaohe's palm to feel ischemia.

He just touched Bianqiao's arm with the other hand, climbed up Bianqiao's shoulder along his arm, and put his arms around his neck.

"Carry me on your back, baby." He didn't care whether he was still walking on the street or being dragged by the side bridge, he just tried again and again like a demon.

His arm was slapped hard again, Gou Xiaohe sprained his body, staggered a few steps, and then followed the footsteps of the bridge again.

Bian Qiao originally planned to take Gou Xiaohe out of this street, to a place where he could take a taxi at the intersection, and throw him back to school in the traffic jam.

And after hearing Gou Xiaohe's inarticulate request "You carry me on your back", a certain ferocious emotion suddenly broke through the layers of repression, and shattered the rationality he was trying to maintain.

How Gou Xiaohe was pulled out of the bar by Bianqiao is how he was pulled into the hotel.

After opening a room at the front desk, Gou Xiaohe seemed to have finally grasped the opportunity, and hugged his shoulders again, and wanted to bury his face in Bianqiao's neck.

The front desk clerk handed over the room card without surprise, watched the two enter the elevator, and curled his lips slightly.

There is nothing else in Gou Xiaohe's mind now, and regardless of the monitoring in the elevator, he felt the surroundings suddenly quiet down and felt at ease, so he hugged Bianqiao and did not let go, sticking to Bianqiao's neck from the corner of his mouth to the side of his face, It just hangs on him.

Bian Qiao put his thumb in his palm and endured him. When the elevator stopped, he tore Gou Xiaohe off his body and dragged him outside.

The "di" sound of brushing the door was crisp and sharp, and Gou Xiaohe regained a little sanity, watching Bianqiao enter the door and insert the card, the lights in the room suddenly turned on, and he was a little confused: "Aren't we going back to the dormitory?"

Before he could finish his sentence, his vision blurred, and he was dragged into the room by the collar.

The door slammed shut behind him, pressed by his back, and the tiger's mouth of the side bridge moved up and caught his neck, forcing him to lift his chin high.

"Carry you? Why carry you?"

Bian Qiao's actions were fierce, but his tone was low and cold.

"I won't carry you on my back, I won't let you cuddle, let you hug, you will find someone else to hug you right away, and put it on someone else, right?"

Gou Xiaohe's pupils were almost out of focus, and he faced Bianqiao with all his remaining clarity, staring blankly at him without blinking.

"Bianqiao." Looking at it, he murmured out of nowhere like a dream, "I miss you so much. You ignore me."

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Gou Xiaohe's eyes turned red, and the corners of his mouth dropped uncontrollably, as if he had been wronged by the sky.

He raised his hand to touch Bianqiao's shoulder, caressed back and forth where Cui Ziqiu lay on that day, then touched Bianqiao's face along his neck, and raised his chin to touch the corner of his mouth.

"I'll kiss you, shall we make up?"

With trembling lips, he asked Bian Qiao in a dazed whisper.