Love shuffle

The faint moonlight shone on the street, Lu An drove over and parked quietly on the side of the street.Fang Qining rubbed his eyes, stepped into the co-pilot, dragged a pillow from the back seat and put it on his lap, pinching the soft pillow every now and then.

The guard had never seen an unfamiliar license plate number, and the crossbar stood straight in front of the gate of the community.Fang Qining was about to roll down the car window, but Lu An suddenly stopped, turned off the engine and pulled out the key, and said to him, "Just stop outside, I'll walk with you for a while."

Lu An naturally held his hand, Fang Qining was a little embarrassed, and whispered, "There are people in the sentry box."

Lu An turned a deaf ear: "It's dark, no one can see."

Two people whose combined age was almost sixty played a hand-holding game that only middle school students would be excited about. The clouds tonight were very thick. Fang Qining looked up at the dark and bright sky. He silently remembered today's date, from 34 years From January [-]th to today, [-] months have passed. After experiencing hardship and pain, he finally ushered in a memorable day.

Fang Qining suddenly thought about business, and shook the palms of the two of them.Lu An was much taller than him, with a gap of about seven or eight centimeters. He turned his head slightly and asked him, "What's wrong?"

It was already almost twelve o'clock, but there were still enough lights on the floor. Every few households alternated with light and dark. When he walked to the elevator, Fang Qining said slowly: "Loveshuffle still has to continue, you know me..."

Fang Qining reunited with Lu An in a feverish manner, and now he felt sorry for him again, and inevitably became depressed.His life is still in a mess, so it's really shameless to talk about a one-on-one relationship with Lu An.

The elevator slowly went up, Lu An paused, and spun Fang Qining's hair, "I know."

Fang Qining said in a muffled voice: "In the beginning, I was indeed rushing to break the bottom line. It was much more difficult than I imagined. Seeing Fan Zhiqing's vain face also made me sick. I kept telling myself that I would never get along with these people. When dealing with people, I only read five words, and I was willing to cut myself. But you suddenly appeared in front of me that day... I couldn’t make up my mind.”

The light tube in the corridor is touch-sensitive, even if Fang Xining buzzed a lot, he wouldn't tell it to light up.

Lu An grabbed his hand in the dark, put it to his lips and kissed it, and said in a low voice, "I don't need it in the future, I will stay with you."

The tingling sensation started to spread from the back of the hand. Fang Qining analyzed the other six people without confidence. When he mentioned Zhong Yao, he choked. Lu An didn't know that he was drinking dry vinegar, and explained briefly: "Zhong Yao is attached Meng Mingyi survived, but he did not completely lose his will."

Fang Qining understood instantly, and was silent for a moment, thinking that Lu An was indeed well hidden as Fang Qirui's previous text message said.

Lu An stroked his hair: "Don't think about it, I'm not as powerful as you imagined, I'll take you to meet my parents some other day."

He seemed to be able to penetrate Fang Qining's thoughts. Fang Qining was startled, and reflexively came out first. He faltered and said every word softly: "Will they accept it?"

"None of them are old-fashioned people," Lu An said with a smile in his throat. "We have time to talk slowly about this matter, so don't worry."

Fang Qining wanted to say something more, so he kept the time for a while, clutching Lu An's clothes in front of the house, like a middle school girl who didn't want to be separated from her boyfriend.

The surveillance cameras in the corridors of the community have night vision functions, and Lu An didn't care at all. He ate Fang Qining to death, and printed a goodnight kiss with his back to the surveillance cameras, and gently released the clingy man. My friend comforted him softly: "I'm going back, Xiao Ning, see you tomorrow."

His car was still parked opposite the neighborhood. Fang Qining stood by the window and looked down. Knowing that he couldn't see the outside at a glance, he still stubbornly stayed there for a few minutes.

After pressing a few numbers that he knew by heart, Fang Qining pushed open the door, and suddenly found Xie Qiao sitting cross-legged on the sofa, and another living creature in the room, the cat, was fighting wits with the climbing frame.The latest episode of the variety show was playing on the TV screen, and he watched it with gusto, with a smile on his face.

Xie Qiao picked up the remote control and pressed pause, patted the soft leather sofa under her body, her smile did not change, and she added a hint of surprise: "Baby, are you back?"

Fang Qining returned to a safe place, threw himself on the sofa, and fell crookedly on Xie Qiao's lap.

Xie Qiao adjusted his sitting posture to make him lie more comfortably, and grinningly brushed Fang Xining's reddish cheeks with his fingers, and asked, "Loveshuffle can't find true love, but it can reunite broken mirrors, can't it?"

Fang Qining opened his hand angrily, and silently agreed to his statement.

Seeing him coming back, the kitten found a new playmate, ran over with pattering steps, jumped onto the sofa, and stomped on Fang Qining.

Fang Qining turned his head and asked, "When did you come back?"

"Well, it was more than half an hour ago." Xie Qiao turned on the TV again, using the laughter of the variety show as the background music.

Fang Qining sat up straight, the unresponsive cat rolled aside from his lower abdomen, his round eyes were dazed, so stupid that he didn't look like a feline.Fang Qining smiled, while stroking the furry neck and pulling the kitten into his arms.

"You are so bad," Xie Qiao lashed out at him, "You even bully kittens."

Fang Qining bowed his head and kissed Mao Mao, without raising his head: "Nonsense, this is my son."

Xie Qiao glanced at him with the eyes of a fool, sighed deeply, touched the cat's ears and said, "All right, little nephew."

The host on the screen choked his throat exaggeratedly for the effect of the variety show, Fang Qining glanced at it unintentionally, and said, "The one sitting next to him is Brother Yao, right?"

"Yeah, he told me that he was so handsome in this episode." Xie Qiao turned down the volume, put down the remote control, and something suddenly popped up in his head, saying, "By the way, patronize me!" I was chatting nonsense with you, and a few minutes after I came back, a delivery man knocked on the door and asked me if I was Mr. Fang. I brought it in and put it in the kitchen, did you order takeaway? "

"No..." Before Fang Qining could finish his sentence, he suddenly got stuck, got up and went to the kitchen.

He stayed outside the door for too long, and the sugar taro seedlings that were supposed to be steaming had already cooled off, with a sticky layer of soup skin, and there was only the last ray of warmth in his hand.The slightly hardened Lantern Festival was stuck together, Fang Qining held the plastic spoon that came with the food box, it was rough and simple, took a bite, it wasn't very sweet.

Fang Qirui really loves him, he thought.

It was very late at night, Fang Qining took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it.It was thrown to him by a girl who chased after him. It is a local cigarette with a blue shell and a design to ward off evil spirits printed in the middle. It is said to be very sweet.There is a row of all kinds of cigarette boxes in the drawer. He is familiar with these brands like a child who can read and write, but he seldom lights one. Even the lighter is from Xie Qiao, which is not prepared at home. .

This is the second time he has smoked, the first being last year's birthday.Holding a serrated knife, Fang Qirui cut the sweet and greasy cake.The lighter was on the table, and it was impossible to let it go to waste after lighting the candles.Fang Qirui picked it up, bit the filter tip between his teeth, blocked it with his hand, the smoke leaked out from between his fingers, he glanced at Fang Qining, and simply opened the balcony door to smoke outside.

Fang Qining's mouth was filled with sweet and greasy cream, and he licked his palate, but the sweetness was still there.He walked slowly to the balcony, stared at Fang Qirui who was puffing out the clouds, reached out and took down the cigarette, and put it straight into his mouth.

Fang Qirui smoked foreign cigarettes, which were very vigorous. Fang Qining didn't know what to do, and couldn't breathe out for a long time, only feeling a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Little Er." Fang Qirui narrowed his eyes to look at him, put his arms around his waist and pulled the man forward, stretched out two fingers to pull out half of the cigarette, crushed the sparks, and threw it into the transparent ashtray.

The two fingers that had twirled the cigarette just now pressed Fang Xining's lips, and rubbed them back and forth twice. Fang Qirui withdrew his hand and said, "Be good, give brother a hug."

Fang Qining obediently clung to him, the kind of embrace that he relied on wholeheartedly, entwining him like a vine.Fang Qirui enjoyed it very much, he lowered his head, resting his head on his younger brother's neck, and licked it inexplicably.

"... Itchy." Fang Qining curled up his fingers and protested softly.

Fang Qining couldn't see his expression, his collarbone hurt suddenly, his teeth pierced the fragile skin next to the collarbone, and thick spots of blood ooze out.The pain was still deepening, and the person who buried his head on his shoulder and neck finally raised his head, rolled his tongue, and licked off the blood on Fang Xining's flesh.

The elder brother took him by the hand and pulled him to the front mirror of the bedroom, hugged him from behind, rubbed his fingertips on the wound, Fang Qirui kissed the back of his ear, and whispered: "Little Er, look at me more. "

"Okay, brother." Fang Qining answered him, numbly looking at the mirror, and staring at the pair of deep eyes in the mirror.

Fang Qirui looked down at his fingers, there seemed to be an indelible aura remaining on them.Unexpected emotions have always flashed by him, he let go of his numb brother in his arms full of affection, and left the room expressionlessly.

This man is his blood relative, not to mention licking a few drops of his blood, even if he ate his flesh and blood raw, Fang Qining at that time probably wouldn't say no.

The knife for cutting cakes was placed on the table not far away. Fang Xining walked over to pick up the knife, and began to lick along the other side of the sawtooth. The silver blade was wet, until his mouth was filled with the smell of cream again, which completely overwhelmed the widow. The smell of smoke is so light that it can be ignored.

From then on, Fang Qirui seldom lit a cigarette in front of him, and kept the cigarette packs at home clean. Fang Qining never tasted that bitter taste again, but he remembered it in his heart for a long time.

It took him a long time to go back to China, and he learned to identify the types of cigarettes one by one in the bar, and met many men and women who were interested in him.Fang Qining would occasionally think of that girl, the girl chasing him was very bold, she snatched the singer's guitar and went on stage, causing whistles to ring.