Little Green Pepper【Non-serious entertainment circle】

Yan'an let go of his hands, supported the bed and stood up, but when he was about to walk, his legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground.

Bach stretched forward and grabbed Yan'an's wrist, "Yan'an, don't do this, I don't want to repeat it again."

"Are you serious?" For a long while, Yan'an looked at Bach calmly, still wearing the clothes he had returned that day.

Yan'an's calm eyes hurt Bach, and his dizzy head was even more clouded now. Bach felt uncomfortable seeing him like this.

Every word Yansheng said yesterday is still imprinted in his mind, and every time he memorizes a sentence, he feels more distressed for Yan'an.

He could imagine how desperate Yan'an was when he was called a bastard by other children since he was a child. He had no friends, no father, and was bullied by others. He had no idea how Yan'an got here.

Bach couldn't bear to be called homosexual and perverted by others in Yan'an in the future, which is equivalent to letting Yan'an go back to his childhood and experience this pain again.Even more unbearable, because of himself, Yan'an lost his dream.

"Are you serious?" Yan'an repeated again.

Bach looked up at Yan'an's lowered eyes, and silence fermented between the two of them.

Bach was still pulling Yan'an Weiliang's wrist, he was startled and finally let go, "Yes."

This one word knocked Yan'an down unceremoniously and effortlessly. My ears were buzzing. What did Bach say?

Yan'an squatted on the ground and raised his head to try his best to put on a smiling face. He heard his trembling voice say, "What?"

He couldn’t hear, couldn’t hear clearly, and didn’t know what Bach was talking about. He heard his piercing screams whistling in his heart. The sun was gone, disappearing bit by bit, and it was a black hole, surrounded by walls surrounding him. He stopped, shivering from the cold, and his teeth chattered.

He was serious, answered seriously, and answered indifferently, just like the expression of rejecting himself at the beginning, and the location has not changed.The feeling of being rejected by Bach that day came back again, and the knife wound that had just healed was stabbed in the heart by Bach again.

Yan'an felt his heart beat faster and laughed out loud, and looked at the indifferent man with a broken face, "I disagree, breaking up is a matter between two people, what you say doesn't matter,"

"Remember the three requests you made back then?" Bach clenched his hands, and his nails branded white marks on his wrists.

Three requests?

Yan'an looked at Bach in some confusion, thinking of something, he stared at Bach in disbelief, and stabbed himself like an ice sword.

Yan'an stood up staggeringly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was sweating all over. He half knelt on the bed and hugged Bach with his eyes burning.Bach's hot body warmed Yan'an, but he threw his heart into the ice cellar. Yan'an leaned against his neck and smelled the familiar and fascinating breath and said firmly, "Bach, you said that because you had a fever, right... ..."

"First, let's break up and don't meet again." Bach's voice reached Yan'an's ears.

Yan'an opened his eyes, and tears flowed silently. Yan'an gritted his teeth, hugged Bach tightly, and whispered non-stop, "You have a fever. If you have a fever, what you say doesn't count."

"It doesn't count, it doesn't count,"

"It doesn't count!" Yan'an shouted heartbreakingly, and couldn't bear it anymore and fell into Bach's arms, tears soaked Bach's clothes.

Bach closed his eyes slightly, concealing his strong affection for Yan'an, clenched his hands tightly, gritted his teeth, and said without a trace of warmth in his voice, "Second, eat well and sleep well."

Yan'an's body trembled, and tears flowed even more violently.

How is it possible, how is it possible.

"The third one," Bach bit his lip, the smell of rust came into his mouth, and the pain covered the feeling of heartache at this moment.

"Find someone you like,"

What is it like to be heartbroken, Yan'an straightened his head and looked at the double image in front of him, "Bach, is that how you look at me?"

Yan'an's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and he looked at Bach mockingly, "I would rather you never got along with me."

Bach's heart ached, he opened his bitten lips, closed his eyes and opened them again.

"Bach, you not only," Yan'an Pingfu wanted to tremble, "you not only insulted my feelings for you, you also trampled my heart for you,"

"I really want to know if you really have a heart!" Yan'an looked at Bach's rotten lips and bit them with red eyes.

Bach was hit by the force and hit the bed, his head was swollen and painful, and his whole body was weak. Then his mouth hurt, Bach frowned and pushed Yan'an away.

Hatred, grievances, and anger all linger on Yan'an, like a raging beast.The taste of rust filled the mouths of the two, and Bach supported Yan'an with both hands.

Yan'an looked down at him with burning eyes, "Bach, don't worry, I will find someone I love, someone who loves me,"

"But, I will hate you forever!"

Bach was so excited by this sentence that he ignored other feelings, jealousy, growing wildly like weeds, his heart was pierced by thousands of needles, and it hurt, Bach raised his body and bit Yan'an's collarbone fiercely. superior.

Yan'an let out a muffled sound in pain, tears dripped on Bach's face, Bach let go and looked at the teeth marks bitten out by himself, dragged Yan'an's hair and pressed kisses on him.

I couldn't tell whose tears were coming from, the wet and salty smell mixed with blood, Bach grabbed Yan'an's clothes, touched Yan'an's cool skin with his hot hands, Yan'an wiped away the tears with his arms with red eyes, and pressed his hands together Take Bach's arm.

"What I did to you today, I will do to others." Yan'an looked at Bach, who was biting himself fiercely, with blurred eyes, and whispered the most vicious words in Bach's ear, "I hate you once I do it once."

Bach was overwhelmed by jealous rage, but he was exhausted from the fever.

He tried his best to kick towards Yan'an, but Yan'an's cold hands grabbed his stomach and took off his pants. Bach looked at Yan'an who was still dripping tears, and his heart ached. The pain swept him, and Bach dragged him. His head bit his lip.

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Yan'an frowned, his collarbone and neck hurt from being bitten by Bach, he opened his eyes, smelled a smell that hadn't dissipated, and realized something and ran to the living room naked, his feet were weak and his whole body was shaking, " Bach."

He ran to the bathroom again, but there was no one there.

no one.

He searched every place, every corner, the cabinet, under the bed, and finally saw that the two helmets on the shelf disappeared, and Yanan circled around in a hoarse voice, "Bach,"

no one.

Yan'an staggered back to the bedroom to pick up the phone, tears fell down his head again, Yan'an pressed the keyboard with trembling hands, the screen was wet with tears.

"Fuck." Yan'an wiped away his tears, wiped the screen of the mobile phone against the crumpled bed sheet, and dialed the phone.

The phone is hung up.

Yan'an continued to fight with red eyes and shaking hands.

Hang up and hit once.

Finally, the phone went through.

Yan'an held the phone tremblingly, with an unconscious choked up voice, "Bach, you,"

"I'm leaving. I won't use this phone number again." Bach's voice came from his ears.

"Don't hang up, let me ask you one last thing." Yan'an gritted his teeth and looked at the dark sky, "Is it true that if I don't come to see you today, you will leave."

Yan'an shook hands and asked cautiously, with anticipation in his eyes.

For a long time, there was only the sound of breathing on the phone. Yan'an let go of his hand and looked helplessly at the silent room.

"Yes."

"Bach, where are you going? You are not allowed to leave. I will go to the Baiyan now. If you don't come in half an hour, I will find another man. Don't regret it," Yan'an yelled at the phone.

"Up to you." Bach's indifferent voice pierced into Yan'an's heart.

"Bach, you don't," regretting.....

Hearing the sound of Didi being hung up, Yan'an was furious, and the phone was thrown on the ground with a "slap", and the screen was smashed.

Yan'an put on his crumpled clothes and went out, stopped a car and went to Baiyan.The driver looked red-eyed, with a ferocious and tired face, and did not dare to speak.

Yan'an walked into the White Banquet, colorful people dangled around, one after another kissed inside, some held their buttocks openly and pressed against each other.

Yan'an sat in the most conspicuous place, looking at the door without blinking his eyes.A man who was drinking next to him came to Yan'an's side after seeing it, and asked ambiguously, "I think you need me."

Yan'an kept his eyes fixed, looking at the door, seeing people coming and going but he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

"What time is it?" Yan'an blinked.

"Ten sixteen." The man looked at his watch.

Yan'an continued to wait, and the scene in front of him changed to Bach. Yan'an's eyes were sour, and tears welled up again.

He didn't believe that Bach wouldn't come back, so he just waited for him here, Yan'an wiped away his tears, and tried his best to smile. He wanted Bach to see his smile, and he wanted Bach to know that he was obedient and that there was no other man. To tell Bach how much he likes him, how much he loves him, he has to ask Bach if he remembers him, the person who used to give him things in high school.He wants to tell Bach that there is no one else he has always liked but him.

Yan'an smiled, covered his eyes with his hands, and asked hoarsely, "What time is it?"

The man next to him was very curious. This man who was full of mysteries and was crying so seriously, he looked at his watch, struggled to look at Yan'an, who was covering his eyes, and said, "Ten past eleven."

All of a sudden, Yan'an let out a piercing laugh, "Wine, drink with me."

The man looked at Yan'an's water-soaked eyes, was deeply fascinated, and ordered several bottles of liquor.

Yan'an got the liquor bottle and took a sip after another. The man looked at Yan'an's neck lewdly. It was a tooth mark, and there was another one on the sexy collarbone. The man couldn't help but moved over and was about to kiss him On Yan'an's ear, Xu Chao who hurried over punched the man on the cheekbone.

"Damn it, get out," Xu Chao punched the man in the stomach again.

Xu Chao had been a soldier for several years, and his strength was enough to make this man fall to the ground.

The man was beaten to the ground, clutching his stomach, walked out with the help of the waiter, turned his head and cursed bluntly, "Wait for me, I'm going to play you to death."

Xu Chao didn't take it seriously, looked at Yan'an's flushed and tearful face, grabbed the bottle, and shouted in confusion, "Crazy, did you treat yourself like this, you still drink if you can't drink."

Yan'an struggled to grab the bottle, "Give it to me, let me get drunk, I won't think so much when I'm drunk."

Seeing Yan'an like this, Xu Chao's eyes became sour, "Bach told me you were here, but he is not coming back, did you hear that?"

"No, no, he's still on the road, stuck in traffic, and he'll be here soon." Yan'an fell on Xu Chao and sat up forcefully.

"He's not coming back! He's not coming back," Xu Chao looked at Yan'an distressedly, and when he saw the red tooth marks on his neck, Xu Chao calmed down, "Anzi, Bach..."

"He doesn't want me anymore,"

Yan'an half-opened his eyes, looked at Xu Chao, his eyes were dull, "I don't want me anymore, he, Bach, he's gone."

"Anzi." Xu Chao didn't know how to comfort Yan'an.

"No one likes me. My mother does. She only cares about Yanzheng. The same goes for Yansheng. He only knows how to stop me and Bach. Even Bach," Yan'an said with sour eyes.

Xu Chao had never seen Bach like this before, he just looked at himself in such a daze, as if he wanted to see someone through himself.

"Chaoer, Chaoer, I beg you, Bach is still running a fever, can you accompany me to find him?" Yan'an said hoarsely while holding Xu Chao's shoulder.

Xu Chao looked at Yan'an's humility, his eyes were hot, and he couldn't think of what he wanted to say.

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