Years of love

Zhou Luo lifted Yan Qi up with ruthless force, and pushed him against the white wall next to him, pressed his neck against his neck, opened his mouth, and poured a whole glass of honey water into it.

Yan Qi didn't resist or refuse, his throat went up and down, and he drank all over his body.At the end of the drink, he swallowed and felt a bit of acid regurgitation in his stomach, turned his face to the side and coughed violently.

Zhou Luo saw that he was slowly calming down, so he let go of him, until he heard his painful coughing, and the anger was barely dissipated: "Stop making trouble."

The light in the bathroom was a bit dim, and only one white light was turned on. I don't know when one light tube broke, and the other one failed to light up.

Zhou Luo took half a step back, even though he was still very close, he couldn't see the expression on Yan Qi's face clearly.

Yan Qi lifted his hands up, took off his shirt, stared at the ground in silence for a while, then arched his back slightly, walked into the glass door of the bathroom, fumbled for the switch of the shower, and flipped it up, and the icy cold water flowed from the hole. It gushed and poured, pouring fiercely on his head.

Yan Qi leaned against the glass wearily, shivering from the coldness, his chaotic emotions finally eased.

Zhou Luo leaned in and adjusted the hot water for him, then closed the door tightly, stood in the bathroom with a cigarette in his mouth, and did not leave, leaning against the wall and waiting for Yan Qi to finish washing.

In just one cigarette, there was no sound in the bathroom.Yan Qi stared at the dripping water drops in front of his eyes in a daze for a while.

"Don't be cold." Zhou Luo flicked the cigarette end into the toilet, "Come out."

Yan Qi still didn't move, and after waiting for another two or three minutes, Zhou Luo saw him coming out slowly, his body was filled with heat, and he didn't see any coldness in Yan Qi when he walked towards him.

After all, it is young and can really resist the cold.

Zhou Luo took Yan Qi's bath towel from the shelf, unfolded it to wrap him up, let him warm up for a while, then took out a slightly smaller long towel from the cabinet, and put it on Yan Qi's wet hair.

Zhou Luo rubbed Yan Qi's arms and back for a long time through the bath towel, and then started to wipe him clean again. Before he opened the bath towel, he moved his hand to his chest, and his movements stopped suddenly, his heart sank, and he opened his eyes. Big eyes.

Just below Yan Qi's right collarbone, there is a very eye-catching tattoo.

The color of this tattoo is dark blue, the same color as the drum set that Zhou Luo bought for him. Although it is in cursive script, it is not easy to tell what English is engraved at a glance, but Zhou Luo can easily recognize that it is Pinyin of own name.

He looked at Yan Qi, but Yan Qi drooped his eyelids, looking listless, with water still dripping from his hair.

Zhou Luo closed his eyes and inhaled, and it took him a long time to continue his movements. After helping Yan Qi clean his body bit by bit, he put the towel on his shoulders again, walked back to his room with his arms in his arms, and motioned him to sit on the bed.

Zhou Luo pulled the quilt around his waist, stood up straight and took off the towel on his head, carefully wiped behind his ears, then turned the towel over, and rubbed Yan Qi's soft black hair vigorously.

Zhou Luo turned around and took out his white sweater from the closet and put it on Yan Qi's body, pulled his arms out from the cuffs little by little, took out a pair of loose pajama pants, knelt down and put them on Yan Qi's legs, When he lifted it up, he said softly to him: "Stand up."

"I can't get up." Yan Qi glanced to the side and said very softly, "Brother, I'm reacting."

"Get up, it's okay." Zhou Luo put one arm around Yan Qi's waist, and lifted him up. Yan Qi supported his shoulders and stood up straight, feeling the friction between the skin and the material embarrassingly.

When Yan Qi was lying on the bed, he raised his right arm to cover his red eyes.

Zhou Luo stood beside the bed looking at his tattoo for a long time, and finally rubbed his hair in distress.

"When did you get the tattoo?" Zhou Luo's voice was very gentle.

"The day I carved the drumsticks." Yan Qi said.

"Does it hurt?" Zhou Luo asked.

"I don't feel it." Yan Qi moved his hand away and glanced at Zhou Luo: "Are you angry?"

"A little bit." Zhou Luo frowned and sighed: "I think I can't control you more and more."

"So." Yan Qi clenched the hand holding the quilt a little bit: "What will you do?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Zhou Luo smiled: "Go to sleep."

"Don't think about it, okay?" The expression on Yan Qi's face was a bit painful: "Don't think about anything, okay?"

Zhou Luo looked at him very distressed.

"I'm sorry." Yan Qi reached out and grabbed Zhou Luo's right hand with a trembling voice: "I'm not mad at you anymore, I'm sorry bro."

Zhou Luo held him with his backhand, knelt down on his quilt and patted him regularly. After less than 10 minutes of patting, Yan Qi's hand loosened in his palm, and there was a sound of regular breathing in the air. His brows and eyes slowly stretched, and he fell asleep peacefully.

Zhou Luo put his hands under the quilt, got up and turned off the bedside lamp, and gently closed the bedroom door.

Yan Qi didn't know how long he had slept, judging from the brightness of the sky outside the window, it must have been past morning.

He sat up slowly, feeling a little sore and weak all over, his head was groggy, and his stomach was empty.

The large sweater on his body was crooked by himself, and half of his shoulders were exposed from the neckline.Yan Qi raised his hand to touch his hair, it was messy and had no shape at all, you don't need to look in the mirror to know how ugly it is, a few strands of it were still straight up and turned up, and it was crazy.

He got out of bed and put on his slippers, and tidied up his clothes, his slender legs wandering in the ill-fitting pajama pants.He walked to the bedroom door, stretched his arms and pulled back the cuffs, twisted the handle and opened the door, and took two steps back, choked by the smell of smoke.

Yan Qi was startled, the door was wide open, and the living room was full of smoke. The person on the sofa had one leg stretched out on the coffee table, the other bent into the sofa, his right hand was lazily hanging by his side, and his left hand was pressing his upper body shirt .

The ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts.

The warm winter sun slanted in from the window and climbed onto Zhou Luo's side face. He hadn't closed his eyes all night, and his face was full of exhaustion. At this moment, he finally felt a little sleepy, but he didn't sleep well.

When he heard Yan Qi softly calling Brother Gou, he opened his eyes suddenly, his feet quickly landed on the ground, and his body was straightened up. After a long time, he smiled helplessly at Yan Qi.

"Are you awake?" Zhou Luo glanced at him, picked up the cigarette pack on the table, and took out one to put it in his mouth.

"Stop smoking." Yan Qi walked over and removed the cigarette pack in his hand and the cigarette from his mouth, "Why do you smoke so much?"

Zhou Luo rubbed his hair and grabbed two handfuls, the light in his pupils flickered a little.He moved back a little, pulled Yan Qi over, made him turn his back to him, and sat in his arms.

Zhou Luo hugged him tightly, her arms tightened around his waist, her chin rested on his shoulder, and she greedily hid her side face in his hair.

Yan Qi was taken aback by his reaction, almost thought that he was still dreaming, and quickly pinched his thigh hard.

Not much pain.

Oh yes, it was quite tolerable, so use a little more force.

This hurts enough.

Yan Qi looked at the shocking red daze on his white thighs, it wasn't that he wanted to be dazed, but he didn't expect Zhou Luo to have such a reaction when he woke up.

It made him extremely happy, but also extremely looking forward to, and even more panic.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Luo laughed watching his actions, his voice lingered in his ears, and Yan Qi shivered unconsciously.

"Thinking of you," he said.

Zhou Luo's undulating chest was pressed tightly against his back, Yan Qi was a little nervous, he wanted to move but didn't dare to move, he didn't know what to do for a while, so he had to put his hands on the back of Zhou Luo's around his waist.

"I've thought about it for a long time." Zhou Luo's voice was soft, lazy, and nice.

Yan Qi's body froze immediately.

"Relax." Zhou Luo tightened his arms again, and his two bodies were tightly pressed together: "Yan Qi, wait another two years."

Yan Qi listened to him quietly, his body was still stiff and he didn't respond.

"At least wait for you, okay?" Zhou Luo smiled.

"Brother..." Yan Qi didn't expect it, and his brother's cry was almost incoherent.

"I told Cheng Ye that I was afraid that someone would make me lose control. I haven't done anything wrong for so many years, and I'm satisfied with myself." Zhou Luo said softly, his words were full of tenderness: "But this person What appeared was what appeared, I thought I could hide before, and I haven’t done anything unsure along the way, only this time I made a mistake in my prediction.”

Yan Qi couldn't hold Zhou Luo's hand a little bit, he raised his head and leaned on Zhou Luo's shoulder.

"You are right, there are many rules and regulations in my life." Zhou Luo smiled: "But even so, I still don't want to jump out of these, because of them, I have become what I am now, and I have lived up to what has been done to me. expecting people."

"Same." Zhou Luo kissed Yan Qi's ear: "I don't want to disappoint you either."

This time, Yan Qi finally felt the urge to cry.

"Study hard, take the entrance exam to a university in this city, and we'll be together." Zhou Luo closed his eyes, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Yan Qi's eyes: "I promise you."

"Will you..." Yan Qi couldn't control his emotions a little bit: "Repent in the future?"

Zhou Luo laughed for a long time before answering him: "I've lived for so long, and I haven't broken my promise. Even you don't have the privilege to be the only one."

Yan Qi stretched out his hand, took a beam of sunshine and held it in his palm.

"Brother, you're 28 this year." The tears in the corners of Yan Qi's eyes fell down the back of his hands, but the smile couldn't stop overflowing on his face: "I'm only sixteen, wait two more years, and you'll be thirty."

"Do you think I'm old?" Zhou Luo rubbed his hair and asked.

"Yes." Yan Qi turned his head and kissed him on the face: "I think you're getting more handsome as you get older, so I lock you up at home and don't show it to others."

"Let's lock together with you." Zhou Luo put his hand on the tattoo under his collarbone: "Turn around."

Yan Qi turned around, knelt down in front of Zhou Luo and looked at him.Zhou Luo pulled down the collar of the white sweater, carefully carved the tattoo into the eye, and left a kiss on it.

Yan Qi suddenly didn't know how to live.

The steps of walking are floating, and after taking two steps, he wants to jump from time to time, and after jumping, he wants to shout twice, but the campus is not allowed to make noise, so he changed to humming, stretching out two index fingers while humming in the air Beating, body shaking, two straight steps turned into cross steps, almost broke Yin Chen next to him.

"No." Gu Fan slapped Yan Qi on the shoulder and shouted, "You're fucking on drugs."

Yan Qi looked at him expressionlessly: "It's much better than taking drugs."

Xie Yi covered his face and sighed.

"Damn it, I'm really shocked." Gu Fan stared his eyes wide: "I've known you for so long, do you still recognize yourself when you go crazy?"

Yan Qi smiled and said nothing.

"Look at it." Gu Fan pointed at him, "I lost my mind while laughing."

Yin Chen also smiled, and Xie Yi covered his stomach and kicked Gu Fan's ass: "You talk too much."

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