Be good, lean on my shoulder

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He fell asleep on the seat, with the sound of the train rumbling by his ears.

In a daze, it seemed that someone gently supported his head, and then he lay on a shoulder, a shoulder padded with a sponge pad, soft and hard.

After sleeping for a while, his head moved back and forth, as if he was looking for a comfortable position, he was still humming slightly, and he heard a thick laughter beside his ears, and then he lay down in an embrace, resting his head on the On a pair of strong thighs, this time it was considered comfortable, and he fell into a deep sleep.

The train stopped, and many people in ethnic clothes got on the train, chirping with incomprehensible words; three middle-aged women with baskets on their backs sat in their seats and continued talking loudly.

"Shhh—" On the opposite seat, a man in a white T-shirt, about 25 or 6 years old, shushed three middle-aged women, "My boyfriend is sleeping, please keep your voice down."

The three middle-aged women were taken aback for a moment, then looked the man up and down, what?his boyfriend?sleeping?Sure enough, they saw a man lying on his lap with his feet sticking out of the seat.

The three middle-aged women looked at each other, as if seeing aliens.

The man smiled and touched his chin with a mustache, as if he was satisfied with their reaction.He put his hands on the belly of the person on his body, looked at the passing scenery outside the window, and regained his calmness on his face.

Teng Ming was already half awake, but he didn't get up. The train roared, and he began to think about something vaguely.

They traveled this time to relax, and most importantly, to resolve conflicts.

He believes in one sentence: When you feel that life is boring or depressing, go on a trip!

***

Fan Ye works as an actor in gay movies. He has good muscles, good looks, and a high salary.

I work three times a week, and the people who play opposite roles are basically different each time.

Teng Ming said he didn't care, but occasionally he would ask in his heart: Who would let a boyfriend with good conditions in all aspects do such a thing?

Teng Ming cryptically expressed his worries once, and only this time, he was not a nagging person.

Fan Ye noticed it, but he didn't expose it. If he didn't leave this industry, he had his own ideas.

One wanted to say it but didn't expose it, and the other didn't explain it clearly.

Teng Ming got up from Fan Ye's lap.

Fan Ye said: You are not sleeping anymore?

Teng Ming nodded, and asked, "Where are we?" He looked around the carriage, and then his eyes stopped on the passing scenery outside the window. Since he had just woken up, his vision was still a little blurry.

Fan Ye said, "We'll be in Dali in 10 minutes."

Teng Ming nodded and stopped talking. After a few minutes, he stood up, took out a book from the bag on the shelf, and started to read.

Fan Ye glanced at Teng Ming, sighed out of his breath, and began to scroll through Weibo boredly.He has 10,000+ fans on Weibo, and it took him a while to reply to messages every day, when suddenly a message popped up in his private message:

ah!Fan Ye?Are you going to Dali too?Are you in compartment 12 of the XX train?

"Honey, are you going to the bathroom?"

Teng Ming was startled, shook his head, but did not raise his head, put his leg on the other side to let Fan Ye pass.

Seeing Fan Ye's tall back leaving, Teng Ming sighed, leaned on the seat, watched the passing scenery outside the window, and didn't pay any attention to the probing eyes of the minority women opposite him.

Sometimes Teng Ming looked at Fan Ye's leaving back and felt that he would really leave just like that and never come back again, but whenever he had such thoughts, he would persuade himself that he should stay and not drive away , Those who should leave cannot stay.

In addition, they have been dating for more than a year. Teng Ming is still not used to Fan Ye calling his wife in public. He felt that "po" was used to describe a woman, and he was a man physically and mentally, so every time he heard him shout like this, his heartbeat would suddenly speed up, especially in public.

The train had already arrived, and Fan Ye hadn't come back yet. Seeing people get off in twos and threes, Teng Ming picked up his suitcase, picked up his bag, put Fan Ye's backpack on the suitcase, and went out.

Walking in line, when they were approaching the door, Teng Ming suddenly saw Fan Ye walking in line from another carriage. Behind him was another tall and thin boy. The two were talking and laughing, tall and thin. The boy looked at Fan Ye with admiration and lust.

Teng Ming understood.

Fan Ye also saw Teng Ming, waved at him, and shouted, "Honey, wife! I'm here!"

Teng Ming originally wanted to pretend to be calm, but when he called his wife so loudly in this large audience... his face flushed immediately, he lowered his head and did not meet Fan Ye's eyes, let alone respond.

When queuing up to the door of the car, Teng Ming pulled his luggage and wanted to get out of the car. Fan Ye grabbed his arm, took the luggage from him, and said angrily, "Hey, why don't you agree to my call? Is it sincere?" Embarrass me?"

With a deep, mellow male voice with a buzzing ending, Teng Ming raised his head and looked at Fan Ye. When he saw his bright eyes, he remembered the heartbeat when he first saw him; and the first time he heard Fan Ye. It was only when he spoke that he realized that there was a man who could speak Mandarin so nicely.

Teng Ming said indifferently: "You call me wife in public, are you sincerely embarrassing me?"

There is a kind of person who speaks calmly, the more he shows that he is angry.

Fan Ye stared, wanting to laugh but feeling a little helpless, "Hey, I was wrong, don't be angry, just now when I went to the bathroom, I met a fan and chatted for a while." Then, he turned his head Take a look at the tall, thin boy.

The boy has a clean face, short hair, and a short sleeve with a banana pattern.

The tall boy came forward to greet Teng Ming with a smile, and stretched out his hand, meaning to make friends.

Teng Ming smiled at the boy, said hello, turned and left without shaking hands.He didn't need to think about it to know that the boy was embarrassed, and Fan Ye was also embarrassed.

He sometimes feels so bad about himself that he creates moments of embarrassment on purpose and then enjoys the fruit of that.

***

When Fan Ye walked back to Teng Ming with long legs, he forcibly pulled the suitcase in his hand, showed him a nice smile, and walked out of the station side by side.

Before Teng Ming could respond to Fan Ye's pretty smiling face, Fan Ye turned his face and looked forward. For a moment, he suddenly felt that there was a difference between the two of them.For some reason, I just wanted to be angry.

When we got out of the station, there were a lot of people outside shouting for hotel and taxi service, and the battle was a bit big.

Fan Ye saw the slightly surprised expression on Teng Ming's face, and immediately took his hand, and when he was about to leave, unexpectedly, Teng Ming broke away from his hand and walked forward at a leisurely pace.

Teng Ming walked steadily, as if explaining to Fan Ye that he is not someone who needs to be protected.

Teng Ming actually enjoys the feeling of being protected by Fan Ye, being held by his strong hands, hugged by his broad and thick chest, his passionate kisses at night, hormonal sex, and his exquisite meals in the morning. Point... But he warned himself not to rely on Fan Ye like this, because he must always be prepared to lose him.

When Fan Ye hailed a taxi, he saw Teng Ming walking towards the bus not far away.

He called Teng Ming. Teng Ming looked back at him, pointed to the bus, and got on the bus first.

When Fan Ye got on the bus with a serious face, the bus was almost full, and everyone looked at him.

Fan Ye was also used to the feeling of being constantly watched. He glanced wide and found Teng Ming. The guy was sitting in the last row, and everyone was looking at him except Teng Ming.

When Fan Ye walked to the last row, Teng Ming glanced at him, then picked up the backpack on the chair next to him, and then looked out the window.

Fan Ye looked at the vacant seat, moved his legs, paused, and chose to stand.

Teng Ming looked at Fan Ye, and after the two exchanged glances, Teng Ming put the backpack on the chair next to him.

Fan Ye has a mild obsession with cleanliness. The reason why he doesn't choose to take the bus is because he thinks the seats and handrails of the bus are dirty, and he doesn't like the crowd and noise.In addition, he is a "filmmaker" anyway, and he is a little proud.

And Teng Ming told Fan Ye that taking a bus is the best way to get to know a strange city, and besides, every time he takes a bus, it will give him sudden inspiration.

When in Shanghai, Fan Ye would stubbornly drive Teng Ming out, but after the vanity and happiness of enjoying the car pick-up and drop-off, Teng Ming is more willing to take the subway.

Teng Ming never rejects others directly, even to Fan Ye, he will first agree with you, then speak out his own, and then act according to his own opinion; for example, when he came to Yunnan for fun, Fan Ye suggested driving by himself If you drive by yourself, you can still see various scenery along the way. Teng Ming said yes, if you travel by car, I will go there by bullet train. Anyway, there is now a direct route from Shanghai to Yunnan.

Fan Ye knew that once Teng Ming answered in this way, there would be no room for discussion.

The bus was about to start. At this time, a man with a backpack hurriedly got on the bus. He was tall, with a narrow face and a high nose bridge. He wore a pair of amber glasses made of resin, had beards, and a ball head. Yuppie.There were several other backpackers behind him, but they probably didn't know each other.The man stretched his head to see that there was still a vacant seat in the back row, so he walked over, and when he got to Fan Ye's side, he said excuse me.

Fan Ye stepped back and watched the man walk towards his boyfriend Teng Ming's seat;

Fan Ye only took one look and knew that this man was Teng Ming's favorite type.

Perhaps when the relationship between the two people reaches the point of mutual trust, they can freely tell their favorite type, for example, when walking on the street, Teng Ming will tell Fan Ye, look, this person is my favorite!

And Fan Ye wouldn't say such a thing. When he met a type he liked, he would at most take a look at it.

Sometimes Teng Ming would take the initiative to point to a certain boy and say, ah, Fan Ye, look, that person is your favorite, right? !

Fan Ye admitted it at the beginning, but after practice proved it, he would always say no at that time.

"Hello, is there anyone here?" the person asked.

Teng Ming turned his head, looked at the man, paused for a second, then shook his head, "No." He said, and picked up his backpack.

The man put down his backpack, sat next to Teng Ming, and said thank you at the same time.

Teng Ming smiled at him, then looked out the window again.When the man next to him sat down, there was a faint smell, similar to the combination of new clothes and fresh soap, it smelled very good.

Fan Ye breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Teng Ming didn't pay too much attention to the artistic and yuppie man beside him, but he still said in his heart that he should sit next to Teng Ming.

After the bus drove for a while, Teng Ming suddenly conceived a storyline in his mind, then took out a pen and a notebook from his bag, and began to record the outline.

Teng Ming's actions caught the attention of the man next to him.

The man stared at Teng Ming's notebook and asked, "Are you a writer?"

Teng Ming was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the man, and said, "No, I am the author."

In his eyes, there are very few people who can be called writers. Except for those famous writers in the last century, few modern writers are called writers by him.

He feels that anyone who can be called a writer has written articles and novels that change social concepts, and has a distinctive writing style.

So when someone asks him if he is a writer, he always answers like this.

The man smiled, stretched out his hand to Teng Ming, and said, "Li Shuren, a photographer."

Teng Ming also stretched out his hand and said his name.

The man's hand in front of him was big and slightly rough, and there were faintly visible veins on the back of his hand, but it was a powerful handshake.

Teng Ming looked at Li Shuren, and found that the eyes behind the resin glasses were bright and deep, and his eyelashes were long and thick, a bit like a Xinjiang person.

"Did you come to Dali this time to find inspiration?" Li Shuren asked.

Teng Ming said, "That's right."

He seemed unwilling to talk to Li Shuren, and put away the notebook after writing the outline.

Then, he suddenly heard Li Shuren sigh.

Since they were sitting relatively close, the breath from Li Shuren's sigh mixed into Teng Ming's breath, and he smelled a very manly smell, which only mature men can have.

The so-called male hormone?

Teng Ming suddenly felt blushed.

The first person who made him smell this charming smell was Fan Ye.

It was the man standing not far away, with a slightly angry face, staring at Teng Ming.

"When I was young, I also wanted to be a full-time writer, but I didn't expect to be a hard-working photographer now." Li Shuren said.

Teng Ming smiled and said, "When you were young? Are you very old now?"

Li Shuren also smiled and said: "Isn't it old? It's almost thirty! I'm older than you, right?"

Teng Ming said: "It's not that exaggerated, I'm 25 years old."

Li Shuren was surprised and said: "You are so young, you are so young!"

While talking, Fan Ye suddenly walked over.

"Get out of the way," he said coldly.

Li Shuren was stunned for a moment, his expression turned cold, and he said, "Who are you? Why do you have to get out of the way?"

Without further ado, Fan Ye sat down and squeezed Li Shuren away, then hugged Teng Ming, occupying his breath with a vengeful kiss, moving his palms on his body, provoking his passionate emotions...

The bus began to announce the stop, and the sound interrupted Teng Ming's fantasy.

Then he heard Fan Ye calling him: "Teng Ming, get out of the car!"

While talking, the car stopped and the door opened, and Fan Ye got out of the car with his luggage.

Teng Ming felt very inexplicable and angry. He wanted to ignore Fan Ye's wayward behavior, and even thought of staying in a pre-booked homestay at night, but suddenly remembered that his suitcase was taken down by Fan Ye. In a panic, he shouted Let the driver stop the car and run off.

When getting out of the car, Li Shuren waved to him with a smile.

It is almost dusk now, the air in Dali is very good, and the sunset is like a flame in the sky.

Fan Ye put his luggage at his feet, stood there with his hands in his pockets, and looked at Teng Ming.

Teng Ming recalled the first time he met Fan Ye.

At that time, he was also standing like this, tall and big, with no expression on his face, white T-shirt and jeans, simple clothes but handsome, Teng Ming almost stopped breathing when he saw his eyes.

But he has to pretend to turn a blind eye to his handsomeness, and treat him indifferently, including now, right?He obviously wanted to express his love, but because of certain things, he desperately suppressed it.

Now, Fan Ye is still standing there handsomely, but something has changed.

Teng Ming asked him why he got out of the car suddenly.

Fan Ye said: "Now we must speak clearly."

Teng Ming suddenly felt that his heartbeat was unnatural. "say what?"

Fan Ye said: "What happened to you just now? You laughed so happily with that man!"

I knew he would say something like this.

Teng Ming took a deep breath and said, "Is this normal? You can't keep silent when someone talks to you, can you? Besides, I'm not like you, who will show your charm when I meet someone." Although he first It was the first time I saw that Li Shuren, but the conversation was indeed pleasant.

Fan Ye glanced at him, shook his head, looked at the left front, then looked at Teng Ming, he didn't know what to say, he just felt blocked in his heart anyway.

Teng Ming said: "There's nothing to say, let's go!" After speaking, he walked to Fan Ye's side to pick up his suitcase.At this moment, his thought was that if he got into trouble again, he could just leave with the suitcase.

However, Fan Ye held Teng Ming's hand holding the suitcase, and then embraced him tightly in his arms.

Fan Ye was more than half a head taller than Teng Ming, and his snort was right on Fan Ye's collarbone.

His arms are strong, generous, and warm, and being held by him feels like owning the whole world.

This trick has always worked, Fan Ye is very sure of this.

He felt that Teng Ming's tense body was slowly relaxing.

Teng Ming greedily inhaled the smell of Fan Ye.

Some people have said that the perfume is the same, but when it reaches a person, it will form a unique taste of this person.

Fan Ye put his hands on Teng Ming's shoulders and looked into his eyes.

Teng Ming also looked at him.

When we first met, even after dating for a while, Teng Ming couldn't look at Fan Ye because he felt that Fan Ye's eyes were too bright, like the sun and sharp swords.

After a year of dating, he was finally able to meet his eyes.

I don't know if Teng Ming became brave, or Fan Ye became warm because of him.

This moment is needless to say.

Fan Ye gently kissed Teng Ming's lips.

His breath was as strong as wine, and his lips were extremely soft.

There seemed to be a pulse on his lips. As the heat of the kiss increased, Teng Ming gradually felt his head go blank. Fan Ye's wild breath mixed with the tip of his nose, and he felt his whole body was hot.

Fan Ye's hand touched Teng Ming's waist and moved down.

He let go of the kiss, looked at Teng Ming, and smiled charmingly.

Just at this time, a vehicle passed by, Teng Ming pushed Fan Ye away with a flushed face, took off his bag, and put it between his crotch.

Fan Ye laughed, "Hey, you're still so cute!" After saying that, he picked up the suitcase with one hand and Teng Ming's left hand with the other, and walked forward.

Teng Ming let him hold hands, and under the light of the setting sun, looking at his broad back, he let out a long sigh of relief.

After walking a few steps, a person riding around the Erhai Lake passed by. Teng Ming panicked and hurriedly shook off the hand held by Fan Ye.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't shake it off, and was held tightly by him.

Fan Ye turned his head and glanced at Teng Ming, with an expression of "I knew you would be like this".

Ok.

Then I bow my head and follow you.

The three or two riders looked at them as expected, and then left. The three or two were talking about something, they must be saying, look, this is a gay couple!