lover relationship

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The plane skimmed high above the sky, overlooking the sea of ​​clouds, crossing latitude and longitude, jumping from the aroma of romantic crepes to the overflowing pancakes.

"I heard that the capital city has the title of Foggy City. Is this the only way for the rise of a great power? There are no steeple churches on both sides of the Thames River. 'Dawn will break, and the first blurred colors-not so much the daylight' Birth, rather than the death of the night'?"

The airport service staff behind him pushed his suitcase, and Sang Ye held his mobile phone in one hand and held it in the other hand: "Where are you? I miss you so much! Come and show Dad that you are single for thousands of years. Someday If I insist on making a golden body for you, and build it up properly, I will harden you no matter what..."

There was a cold "Get out" from the other end of the phone, and Sang Ye laughed for a long time, and the man's voice called him with a lonely and alienated voice: "Son, look to the right."

In autumn and winter, the central air-conditioning in the airport is intoxicating. The camel coat is lined with a white loose sweater, black trousers, and a pair of half-height boots. The hair is a bit long, tied at the back of the head, a few hairs are a little messy and fluffy, and it also looks lazy.

When Sang Ye saw him, he laughed, walked up to him in two or three steps, and strangled him. Before the man's eye knife flew over, he quickly let go and slapped his ass: "Artist, Dad misses you!"

The "artist" let out a very unhappy "tsk", and slapped Sang Ye's restless hand away. Seeing his flirtatious appearance, he found it funny again. His alienated expression brought the warmth of memories of the time when he was young, and the friendship of men was separated by mountains. The Eurasian map of Changshuiyuan is the same as before. Sang Ye looked up and down Fa Xiao in front of him, smiled for a while and patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad, Fu Zhifei, he looks like a human being."

Fu Zhifei turned his head to laugh: "Stop teasing Sang Ye, let's go."

Sang Ye smiled and looked at Fa Xiao. Fu Zhifei was half a month older than him, so he took advantage of him to become his elder brother. He used to live in a large courtyard and stayed together during and after school. Later, Sang Ye's parents divorced, and he followed his mother to go abroad.

When I was young, these two were not very good birds, they played around together, but this Mr. Fu had good acting skills, and his superficial skills were well done. The glass is broken, always pointing at the finger, pushing the little brother out to handle things, cutting the black one for nothing, dressed like a beast.

But the main reason is that Sangye himself didn't care. When he was a child, his father didn't care much about him. There were two mothers and sons in the family all the year round. His father was too busy. Little Sangye couldn't get his attention, so he often made troubles and went to please him on purpose. Beat.

Later, when I got older, I realized how stupid I was.

Growing up bit by bit, memories of the past are all dim photos, the good and bad ones have become old photos, but Sang Ye thinks that he has a very small mind, and some thick and colorful sorrows and joys are carved into his bones, deep sorrow and thinness Huan, made him mean and cold.

The weather changes from autumn to winter, and the night wind from the north is whizzing. There are no maple leaves, and dust and haze are rolled up.

Sang Ye looked at the gray sky outside the window: "You still hold the pipa and half cover your face, you don't look so shy, you can't see anything."

The hazy light concealed the splendor and simplicity, and no one could see clearly what he was thinking.

Sang Ye owns real estate in the capital, and the two brothers went all the way. Fu Zhifei knew that he likes to drink red wine, so he had already made preparations to make Sang Ye love him.

Teacher Fu rolled his eyes and pushed him aside.

Sang Ye seemed to be full of joy that would never stop, as if not flirting for a moment would kill him, he didn't have enough wine at home, and he had to drag Fu Zhifei to the bar.

Fu Zhifei didn't want to go to that messy place, and was ridiculed by Sang Ye for a while, laughing that he should not have a boyfriend.

Fu Zhifei raised his hand to reward him with a chestnut, his face was extremely ugly, and Sang Ye poked him with his elbow: "Hey, how are you and your family? Oh, Bai was kicked out, and I bought two houses for myself. What's the use of keeping those sticky stick pens of yours for painting? Come with me, son, Dad will take you happy!"

Apart from being a jerk when he was a child, Mr. Fu really became more and more human when he grew up. He gave up romance and happiness early on, and lived like an old cadre who soaked goji berries in a thermos. He said coldly: "No."

Sang Ye felt ashamed of him, sneered, and knuckled on Fu Zhifei's belt: "You've grown up for nothing."

Sang Ye looked at Fu Zhifei's face again, and acted exaggeratedly: "Oh, it's a pity that you are not cute, otherwise I would have put you..."

His hand was restless and wanted to go up to Teacher Fu's buttocks, but Fu Zhifei grabbed and twisted him, and Sang Ye immediately shouted: "Dad!"

Then he ran out of the door laughing, smashed the door and shouted to find a young master for Fu Zhifei, Fu Zhifei kicked the door, he ran away immediately, still laughing when leaning against the car door.

He and Fu Zhifei were too drunk to drive, so they called a surrogate driver, who was a young man who was dumbfounded when he saw his luxury car, and a string of zeros flew by in front of his eyes, and he was sent to Sanlitun tremblingly.

Sang Ye teased him with a smile: "It's okay, you knocked down my car and I'll sell you for a bargain, you're pretty good-looking."

He is a real dandy, he has been a child since he was a child, his father didn't love him, but his mother spoiled him. After his father Sang Qin entered the business, there were times when the family couldn't get rid of the pot and went to Fu Zhifei's house for dinner, and there were also times when he wanted something later. When the material is abundant.

Since junior high school, he has worn the best sneakers, ate candy and chocolate imported from abroad, and was the first in his class to dye his hair, and then was shaved into a round inch by Sang Qin, almost never becoming a monk.

His father beat him before and broke the belt, but later when conditions improved, a belt lasted a long time, and Sang Ye even twisted it with scissors.

His mother... Sang Ye only remembered her white dress and tears.fuck it.

He is too playful, curious about everything, no matter safety, danger, sorrow or joy, he has to taste it until he feels bored.

So Sang Ye knew that he liked boys early on when he was a teenager. He was much earlier than Fu Zhifei's elm lump. Mr. Fu only knew about it when he was in his 20s. The family was turned upside down, and he was kicked out of the house last year. Still stuck with family.

Sang Ye smiled and ate mouthfuls of melons, and really wanted to drag Fu Zhifei to have fun, to live a life of himself, but Teacher Fu was boring, and he was not the same as him. Similarly, it is enough to be a child, and the two of them have no other ideas.

What does Sang Ye like?He likes it or not.

He hates feelings, so don't rely on anyone, don't restrain him, don't make him tempted.

Be happy, die if you are tempted.

Sangye glanced up and down at the splendor in front of him. The colorful light behind the thick fog was like a seductive trap in a psychedelic scene. Sangye tugged at the neckline, whistled softly, and walked in without hesitation.

The author has something to say: "Dawn will break, and the first dim colors--not so much the birth of the day as the death of the night."

— Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist