flammable relationship

People leave the tea to cool down, leaving a messy table in vain.

All kinds of dishes are served as they are, and they are still as they are now. The presentation is very particular, the color matching is very artistic, and the only thing that is messy is the heart.

The temperature in the box was very high, and Fu Yiheng sat with his waist straight, staring at the log table with a serious and focused almost pious gaze, staring at the meaningless ring that was taken off and returned.

The platinum ring reflects the warm yellow hue of the light.

I don't know how long he stared at it. Fu Yiheng relaxed his waist and let out a breath of turbid air. His straight and stiff shoulders collapsed. He also took off the ring from his hand, put it between his thumb and index finger and twirled it around. , and then with a light click, they were stacked on top of the lonely one, forming a pair.Just like when you first saw them in the cabinet before buying.

Sweet, fit, perfect.

The hot wind was blowing, beads of sweat ooze from the forehead, the weird memorial ceremony and self-reflection finally came to an end, and an intimate relationship that was willful in the early stage and collapsed in the later stage came to an unsatisfactory end.

Fu Yiheng hesitated for two seconds, pushed the teacup in front of him aside, and called the waiter to order a bottle of iced plum wine.Maybe it wasn't plum wine, but some other wine. He didn't look at it, but closed his eyes and scratched blindly on the wine list, ordering whatever he wanted.

Regardless of its.

He desperately needs the solace of alcohol now.

Getting drunk and indulgent under the guise of a broken relationship is probably a common problem among men all over the world, and Teacher Fu is not exempt from it.

Before picking up the first glass of wine, Mr. Fu warned himself that enough is enough, and that you have to prepare lessons after correcting the test papers when you go back. Tomorrow is still a working day that needs to get up early.After the admonition, he raised his neck and toasted, the spicy and stimulating wine scrambled to slide into the trembling throat, and then...

There's no after that.

Unfortunately, Mr. Fu ordered the strongest century-old wine in the shop.

"Xiao Wei, you placed the order for the box at the beginning of the year, and you are in charge." Before closing, the store manager dumped the troublesome person to the temporary worker Wei Ran, and told him kindly, "I'm so drunk that I can't do anything. Communicate, the store will close on time later, you take him outside to blow the cold air, wait for him to wake up, and find a way to send him away after the bill is settled. Remember, you must settle the bill! Only after paying Let him go!"

Temporary workers have no human rights, Wei Ran nodded in agreement.

After changing his clothes and walking into the private room, Fu Yiheng, who was drunk into a puddle of mud, was sleeping peacefully on the table, his face was flushed, and his breathing was shallow. Wei Ran looked him over from head to toe, cursed in a low voice, Get up and go.

Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of the pair of rings on the table from the corner of his eye, thought about it, and conveniently fished it into his purse.

Pulling the person from the private room to the door of the store, the movements were extremely ungentle. Fu Yiheng was turned upside down, and he squinted his eyes uncomfortably. He felt a surge in his stomach and a sore throat. Turn your back.

Although he was intoxicated, a powerful and arrogant voice successfully broke through the fog and was sent into the groove of his brain.

"Dare to spit on me, believe it or not, I will slap you?"

Which bastard is so crazy?

Fu Yiheng immediately raised his eyes, his eyes were sharp, he forgot to vomit, and he opened his mouth to scratch: "How do you talk? Which class are you in?"

Wei Ran was very annoyed: "You don't care which class I am in, lift your feet and put on your shoes."

The first thing you do when you enter a Japanese grocery store is to take off your shoes. Wei Rante hates this rule. He can always smell a few Hong Kong feet in a day. The smell is as if he hasn't washed his feet in water for several years.

"shoe?"

Fu Yiheng held the door, looking down at his favorite shoes.He entrusted a friend in the United States to buy these shoes at a large price. It is a limited edition. He usually likes it so much that he can't wait to sleep with his arms around him. He usually doesn't take it out for wearing on ordinary occasions.He looked at the shoes, then at the feet, his eyes were distracted and detached, he squatted down very calmly, took off the socks on his feet, and tried to put on the shoes.

While wearing it, he muttered: "It's cold outside, and it's still snowing, good boy, it won't be cold if you put on socks, brother will take you home right away."

Wei Ran stood aside with his arms folded, the corners of his mouth twitching, thinking what's wrong with this person?He has seen countless strange cases of drinking madness, and today he unlocked a new weird pose that is worth bragging for a year.

The opening of the socks is small and the toe of the shoes is big, so they cannot be stuffed in no matter what.

Fu Yiheng worked hard for a long time, a little discouraged, staring at the shoes pityingly, silent.

"Why don't you wear it anymore?" Wei Ran watched coldly, happily watching the play, "Don't just stand still, your shoe brother is freezing."

Fu Yiheng couldn't hear the yin and yang strangeness at the moment, raised his head and muttered aggrievedly: "It's too fat to fit."

"Fat?" Wei Ran didn't hold back, and laughed, "Well, you picked this one, it's plump."

Fu Yiheng nodded with pain on his face, and then began to babble instructing Aixie on how to keep fit, eat less junk food and exercise more, and actively enter a new green and healthy life.

Wei Ran listened for a while, digging his ears, he couldn't help making noise, he really wanted to throw the person out by the neck, but he was afraid that he would be damaged by the ice and snow outside, and he would be complained the next day.

Well, the customer is God.

Wei Ran then patted Teacher Fu on the head as if coaxing a child, leaned over to break away Teacher Fu's hand, and snatched the pure white cotton socks: "The shoes are not cold, it's you who are cold, if brother catches a cold, who will you?" To take care of the shoe brother? The overall situation is the most important, brother."

He didn't even know what nonsense he was talking about.

Fu Yiheng raised his head and looked at him thoughtfully, with ripples around his pure black eyes, which seemed harmless to humans and animals, and a little silly, but he actually nodded solemnly: "Brother, you are right! "

"Must, this is called wisdom, learn a little bit."

The young man held back his smile, the wildness and perverseness between his brows and eyes temporarily dormant, revealing a rare warmth. He lifted his trousers and squatted down to help the three-year-old alcoholic put on his socks.

If Liu Yingchao saw this scene, he would suffer a heart attack and die on the spot. No matter how brave he is, he wouldn't dare to slap the class teacher on the head like this!Let the class teacher learn a little bit? !It's not enough to die ten thousand times!

Teacher Fu’s feet are the same as his own, tall and handsome. Due to years of exposure to light, the skin is whiter than the rest of the body, and there is no peculiar smell. It is clean except for the toenails, both inside and out. All spotless.The skin is also tender, not slippery, it is hard to imagine that this is the foot of a rough old man.

Do gays like to be clean so much?

As soon as the word Gay appeared in his mind, it caused serious physical discomfort. Wei Ran felt his heart hit his ribs suddenly, as if his heartbeat was irregular. He frowned, wondering if staying up late hurt his body.Due to his distraction, he unconsciously tightened his grip on Fu Yiheng's ankle.

Fu Yiheng felt the pain and retracted his feet.

"Don't move." Wei Ran held on tightly.

Fu Yiheng didn't listen, and moaned and stretched out his hand to break Wei Ran's hand, but failed, Wei Ran slapped it away: "Disobedient, I really beat you."

He is probably the only student in the world who dares to smoke the teacher.Wei Ran said that it was a little exciting.He raised his arm as a gesture to strike again.

Fu Yiheng shrunk his neck, put his hands behind his back, and did not move.

"Hey, that makes sense." Wei Ran triumphantly put on the shoes and socks for Mr. Fu quickly and cleanly, and spread his hands towards the other party, "Give me the phone."

"What to do?" The nerves short-circuited by alcohol still tenaciously maintained the last trace of vigilance, Fu Yiheng licked his lips, and smiled with the corners of his eyes hanging, "Why, do you want my contact information?"

Wei Ran couldn't help but laugh: "What do I need your contact information for? Ask you to help me make up lessons?"

"No." Fu Yiheng said to himself, snorted, showing pride, "No matter how handsome he is, I won't give it. Teacher Fu won't do anything to children, just play around."

Wei Ran understood, this was to treat him as a tease who was full and full.

"You like flirting with men, so why do you think everyone likes flirting with men as much as you do?" Wei Ran took out the phone from Fu Yiheng's coat pocket without asking, turned on the screen, and asked without raising his head, " Password, fingerprint, or face recognition?"

"Huh?" Fu Yiheng's tone was very confused, he blinked his misty eyes, and seemed to want to focus his distracted eyes, "Don't you like it?"

"What don't you like?" Wei Ran's patience was already pitifully low, but now he was basically squeezed out, and he raised his voice and urged, "Hurry up! Oh, forget it, just stretch out your hand, and I will try one by one. .”

Fu Yiheng didn't speak, but obediently stretched out his hand.

His hands were rough, dry and warm, and he unconsciously scratched the thick palm with his fingertips, instinctively wanting to absorb some of the youth's vitality and warmth.

But this tiny movement triggered a stormy overelectric reaction, Wei Ran stopped suddenly, where the current passed, the half of the body next to Fu Yiheng was numb from the soles of the feet to the hair.

"Go away."

He lowered his voice, flung that hand away violently, and turned his head, the other party pulled down his collar and quickly approached, a magnified handsome face of the same sex that was tainted by alcohol was within easy reach.

Googling.Wei Ran heard the sound of himself swallowing.

The distance was so close that he was cramped, he could even see the tiny pores on Fu Yiheng's skin that was reddened by the smell of wine, and the scorching air hit his face while he gasped. On the dark red lips, there are well-defined lip lines, moist and lustrous lip beads, and white jade-like teeth emerging from the gaps.

Further down, there is the slightly raised Adam's apple, which is trembling, sticking to the wet sweater collar...

His heartbeat was beating like a drum, and Wei Ran panicked with each sound. Before he had time to think about his series of weird reactions, those dark pupils suddenly approached, and then drifted away on their own.

"You're blushing." Fu Yiheng raised his eyebrows and yawned, "Young man, look for the dark place in your spare time, and you will find your true self."

More real... myself?

Wei Ran looked at Fu Yiheng with a complicated expression. The man showed a bewildered smile, opened his arms and fell backwards. With a bang, the hard back of his head hit the ground, his body struggled and twisted two or three times, and finally he died completely from overwhelming sleepiness. dead suppression.

Oh shit.Wei Ran is a bit imaginary, but the people's teacher is different, even drunk crazy, full of poetic and philosophical.

Really, I don't know what to say.

The author has something to say: Fu Yiheng, a shoe lover :)