lover relationship

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It was already three o'clock in the morning when Sang Ye came out of the police station, the city was plunged into night, tall buildings were like graveyards, turning the world upside down into a mass grave.

The flame on the cigarette butt was like a color-changing will-o'-the-wisp, flickering and attracting Sang Ye's eyes.

That was Lin Teng.

The two compartments were silent, and behind him was the teacher of justice with bright white lights. He went in and cleaned up, feeling a little exhausted after exhaustion, and at this moment, he had to hold on to his last decency.

Sang Ye walked out slowly, with Lin Wei trailing behind him, not in a hurry.

There was a coat on his arm, a button was undone from the collar, and the tie, which needed to be measured with a caliper, was crumpled and wrapped around Sang Ye’s hand—he hit someone too hard before, and the end of his finger bone was scratched, making it a mess , the ambulance carried Sang Qin away amidst the chaos. His injury was only minor.

Only Lin Wei saw his slight injury.

The child said to his father, they don't like me, and you don't love me either.

My father said, you are an adult, you should learn to take responsibility for yourself and despise pain.

Sang Qin said to Sang Ye, I regret that I gave birth to you, but back then, when I loved him with my shoulders, I also rode a [-]-bar to drive him to eat a bowl of sweet bean curd, and I also loved him in a small kitchen. In a hurry, he raised his scalded son anxiously and worriedly, and said to him "pain, pain, fly".

Adulthood seems to have lost childishness and the right to shed tears. Sang Ye travels around the world with a smile, learns the life of adults, learns to go in and out of bars, bites cigarettes and cigars, those charming and attractive beauties are not childish and naive in his heart love.

There is only one Lin Wei, who will respond to him and kiss him at various moments when he is suddenly naive, and will lean over and kiss his scar after more than ten years, scorching his old illness, and saying "painful" to him. Pain fly".

Sang Ye walked to his car, the front of the car was still splattered with blood, it had dried up slightly and turned into a dark color.

He stopped, and the sound of Lin Wei's footsteps behind him also stopped.

The street lights were so bright that they were dazzling.

Lin Wei felt a little uncomfortable looking at his back, and wanted to hold him in his arms, but he was no longer qualified to do so.

He waited for too long, and finally wanted to move away, but he still couldn't move.

Sang Ye suddenly opened his arms, turned his back to him, and the tie dangled from between his fingers - like some kind of inexplicable remark - Lin Wei's breathing stagnated slightly.

Sang Ye closed his eyes slowly and gracefully.

Winding, binding... The dark tie hangs behind his head, making his neck particularly fragile.

His actions seemed to say: You come.

Lin Wei was captured by this fragile and extreme beauty. He couldn't move his eyes and forgot the frequency of his breathing. He strode forward and grabbed his shoulder but suddenly paused. He suddenly hesitated at a short distance away.

His heart was beating fast, and Sang Ye's seemed to be too.

Lin Wei paused for a moment, and then put his lips on his fragile neck, on his thin and abrupt cervical vertebrae.

A light and hot kiss.

The two breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

Lin Wei took Sang Ye's hand, without saying a word, led him away from the blood-spattered car, and walked down the road.

Sang Ye didn't take off the shading from his eyes, and there would always be anxiety that he couldn't step on the ground when there was darkness in front of him, but he was not trembling, as if it didn't matter if he stepped on the edge of the cliff and fell into the abyss next step.

Lin Wei held his hand hot and tight, and pulled him away.

Lin Wei pushed him to his car, took off the tie from his eyes, and met his smiling eyes.

"Where are you going?" Sang Ye asked.

Lin Wei opened the car door and said concisely: "Get in the car."

Sang Ye smiled and went inside, then suddenly turned around and grabbed him: "Lin Wei, give me a kiss."

Lin Wei looked at him with a little scrutiny, and Sang Ye grabbed his hand and shook it gently, which was his usual coquettish method.

Lin Wei touched his lips lightly, and Sang Ye put his arms around his neck before he left, and took the initiative to kiss him closely.

When getting into the car, Sang Ye asked him with joy and anticipation on his face: "Where are you going? Back to your home or to the hotel?"

With a "click", Lin Wei helped him fasten his seat belt. Behind him was an urban cemetery, the lights were like paper money, the tall buildings were prayer flags, and mechanical voices chasing after them.

Lin Wei’s Pagani is like an angry lion, running hard, leaving them behind arrogantly, breaking through the barriers in vain, and the night in front of him is also glowing with gray and white light. At the end is a bowl of mountains, rivers and lakes, and a bowl of sweet bean curd.

It's still hot.

There was a little morning dew on the tips of Lin Wei's hair, and the birds and sparrows who had just woken up talked for a while on the branches, and people in the town came out one after another, stretching their waists.

Lin Wei held the porcelain bowl in front of him, the blue and white style was a bit rustic.

Sang Ye was still sitting in the car, holding the bean curd in his hand in a daze. When he lowered his head, he felt his eyes were a little hot.

He held back his tears, took a sip of bean curd, and rolled his eyes with a smile: "Sweet."

Sang Ye only ate half of it and said he was full. His appetite was smaller than when he was with Lin Wei. He pushed the porcelain bowl to Lin Wei and asked him to finish the rest.The bottom of the bowl is full of sugar.

When Lin Wei got into the car again, the sky was still dim, and Mianshan Mountain was stone blue, with lingering mist.

"Where are you going now?" Sang Ye asked.

Lin Wei: "Send you back."

Sang Ye suddenly turned his head and took his hands on the steering wheel: "I won't go back."

There was still a scar on the back of his hand, Lin Wei glanced at it.

Sang Ye said with a smile, "I'm not going back. Let's go to the hot spring villa? I haven't been here for a long time. I want to live in the presidential suite on the top floor."

Lin Wei: "Sleepy? If you want to sleep, squat in the car for a while."

"No," Sang Ye interrupted him, clenched his fingers and rubbed them meaningfully back and forth.

Lin Wei: "..."

Sang Ye let him go and leaned back on the seat, and when he started the engine and drove up the mountain, he laughed happily: "I opened a flower shop in France, selling lilies and white roses, and I met all kinds of strange flowers every day. people……"

"It's been a long time since I went to the hot springs. I helped Ferdinand attend a banquet and went to Japan. The hot springs there have a strong sulfur smell. The public baths are very open. I overslept and missed the fireworks festival... "

Sang Ye chattered all the way: "During the Oktoberfest, I specially went to Germany. It's really good when no one is watching. We had a good drink, and there was a charming little butt who came to ask me out..."

The service personnel on the top floor opened the door of the presidential suite, Lin Wei waved them back, and when he turned around again, Sang Ye hung around his neck.

"If he hadn't painted too much smoky makeup, I would have agreed," Sang Ye was spanked by Lin Wei, and kissed his mouth with a smile, "I almost agreed to share with him the encyclopedia of props and self-*operation ..."

He swallowed a word, and rushed to ask Lin Wei to ask.

Lin Wei saw through his little trick, and asked according to his intention: "Since what?"

"Self-defense, the 'defense' that is justifiably defending." Sang Ye raised two fingers towards Lin Wei and clasped his hands suggestively.

"It's a pity that the props are not easy to use." He looked into Lin Wei's eyes and said.

Lin Wei exhaled helplessly, bent over and hugged him into the room, threw him on the bed and pressed him down, gagging his mouth that had been babbling all morning.

Sang Ye talked about what he had seen and heard during the two years he had been away, as well as various affairs, and Lin Chen's prelude was full of street slang.

As soon as the interlude notes fell into the staff, all the rustling conversations came to an abrupt end, Sang Ye was strangled, and the symphony smashed in suddenly turned into his crying.

The sweat on Lin Wei's forehead dripped down into a series of rests, embracing and appeasing Sang Ye's loss of control, which came too fast.

Sang Ye burst into tears, just like a child, without saying anything about the crying face. He slammed down the round strings and arpeggios, choked up and flinched, hugged Lin Chen's shoulder and cried and asked him: "Lin Zhen do you love me?"

Lin Wei didn't speak, and Sang Ye beat him and asked, "Lin Wei, do you love me?"

At the end of the question, he started crying again, crying like a fool: "Say it! Say you love me!"

Lin Zhen supported his back neck against his sobs and sighed, sucked his lips, picked it up lightly and gritted his teeth before putting it down, leaving a little wound, and answered him resignedly: "Love. Can't." I love you more, Sang Ye."

Sang Ye stopped his foolishness, and the drums sounded for four eight beats, and the sound of breathing became part of the music.

Sang Ye couldn't cry enough, and asked him with tears: "What do you mean 'can't love me more'? Who knows if you can't love me more for fifty cents..."

Lin Wei clasped his five fingers, the scale went down, and the numb sounded like a wild bee buzzing on Sang Ye's back. Lin Wei gritted his teeth and asked him: "How else can I love you? Is this enough? Is it serious?" ? It’s all yours, you can do whatever you want, okay?”

Sang Ye's eyelashes were wet with sweat, and he said mistyly, "They all said I was bad, and said I made trouble for you for no reason. What good am I?"

"I love you making trouble for me unreasonably," Lin Wei kissed him forcefully, and said defiantly, "How can they talk about our affairs?"

Sang Ye hugged Lin Wei and laughed softly.

After finishing the work, Sang Ye lay on the bed to play match [-] games, turned off the sound of the game, hummed a mess of nursery rhymes in a low voice, kept looking towards the bathroom, and there was the sound of Lin Chen taking a bath.

"Mymother, shebutcheredme,

(my mom she killed me)

"My father, heat me..."

(my daddy he ate me)

When Lin Wei came out, he just heard these two sentences, frowned and patted him: "Sing another song."

Sang Ye pouted and threw a squint at him, then hummed more and more:

"Mysister, little Zhengzheng Lin,

(My little sister, Lin Zhizheng)

"She gathered up the bones of me,

(she picks up all my bones)

"andtiedtheminasilkencloth,

(wrapped in a silk handkerchief)

"and laid them under the juniper.

(buried under that juniper tree)

"Tweettweet! WhataprettybirdamI!"

(La la, la la, what a beautiful bird I have become!)

Sang Ye whistled playfully, Lin Wei pinched his lips and kissed him, licking the wound.

The author has something to say: The last nursery rhyme adapted from "The Juniper Tree" from the Grimm's Fairy Tales

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