Pilot

Shi Ye didn't fall asleep that night.

In fact, at the moment it happened, he knew that maybe something wrong had happened to him.If you really want to describe it, he can't tell you the so-called real feeling, it seems natural, but the body's reaction is too deliberate.People will use many excuses to prevaricate themselves, and so will he. Of course, he can blame the stars and the moon for the kiss, blame the moonlight for its beauty, blame alcohol and impulse, blame everything.Anyway, no one would blame the momentary heartbeat, no one saw, no one knew about this kiss.

Shi Ye didn't even know if it was a kiss or not.

His body was dripping with sweat from the midsummer.It was hot, even at night, with the wind, it was still hot.Sweating profusely, the pores seem to have the smell of alcohol.

Shi Ye straightened up, and then he saw Sheng Xia's eyelashes move slightly, and his sunburned face was much redder than before.

Shi Ye took it for granted that this was shyness.It seemed to be an expected reaction, but Shi Ye actually felt a little dull, because it was expected.

His face looked funny because of the sunburn.But it is still beautiful. At this moment, Shi Ye is willing to use words like beauty to describe this young man who belongs to Midsummer.He is willing to use beauty to describe something that makes him gentle. Beauty always makes people gentler. Whether it is a man or a woman, sculpture, painting, music or art, what makes people feel gentle is beauty.

Although Mei is still wearing bear pajamas, it can still be regarded as Mei.

In addition to pajamas, Sheng Xia also wore a denim jacket.He didn't understand why he had to wear so much, Shi Ye saw sweat dripping from the back of Sheng Xia's neck and ears, and his forehead was wet, which seemed to be very hot.

"Isn't it hot?"

no response.

Shi Ye frowned, and patted Sheng Xia's back vigorously, trying to force Sheng Xia to wake up, regardless of whether he was really drunk or pretended to be drunk.

After filming for a long time, Midsummer opened his eyes to look at Shi Ye, and muttered a few words, but Shi Ye didn't understand, it seemed to be the dialect here.

Shi Ye looked at Sheng Xia and asked, "Aren't you hot?"

Sheng Xia shook his head and slowly opened his eyes.

"Hot." He finally replied, "Still cold."

Seeing him sweating profusely and still wearing so much, Shi Ye felt uncomfortable, so he helped Sheng Xia's shoulders to half-hug him, and helped him take off the denim jacket.

As soon as he threw the dress aside, Shi Ye was hugged tightly by Sheng Xia's neck.

Both of them were sweating profusely.At the moment of being hugged, Shi Ye felt like being hugged by water, warm water, the kind of temperature suitable for human hugging, sticky.

The person on his body looked like a piece of tofu, but the piece of tofu was smoked and mixed with the smell of smoke and alcohol, and his body was still unreasonably hot.

Shi Ye felt that this scene was inexplicable, so he pulled Sheng Xia's hand and said in a low voice: "Let go."

Sheng Xia was so burned that he couldn't hear anything, but he still insisted on looking for what he was looking for.His hand traced Shi Ye's chest upwards, scratched his neck and face, and touched upwards with sweat.

Shi Ye felt that he didn't really want to refuse, so he pulled him a few times symbolically and then he didn't move.The hand that used to play the piano kept groping around him, until it finally stopped on Shi Ye's ear.

Midsummer stopped after touching Shi Ye's earlobe.He leaned on Shi Ye's shoulder, gently kneading the small piece of soft flesh under his hand.It's just that he didn't seem to be sleeping very comfortably, at first he just leaned against Shi Ye's side, and then the two of them folded together somehow.

Shi Ye felt quite comfortable being hugged, so he didn't move.He didn't think about whether he was acting like a baby by drinking or showing his true feelings, because Sheng Xia's body movements were full of dependence, as if he needed him so much.

"what are you doing."

No answer.

Shi Ye didn't know whether to tell himself or Sheng Xia, "You can't hug others casually, didn't your mother teach you?"

Something soft brushed against Shi Ye's neck, and he thought it should be his mouth.

"You're called throwing yourself into your arms, you know that?"

Brushed his cheek again.

"You have been trying to seduce me for so many days?" Shi Ye always felt that he was telling himself, "You want to break me up, and you want me to sleep with you?"

Shi Ye was rubbed by Sheng Xia's earlobe, he didn't move, he didn't move, he didn't say it, he didn't say it.

He's getting hotter.The two people were stacked together, the two body temperatures were stacked together, and Shi Ye was about to burn.

Sheng Xia just kept humming softly, like raving, and couldn't hear clearly.Shi Ye sounded like a cat snorting, or acting like a spoiled child.

He was still touching his earlobe.

What strange teasing and hinting is this?

Shi Ye was silent for a while, then simply lit a cigarette with Sheng Xia in his arms, and smoked slowly.When Shi Ye was halfway through the pumping, Shi Ye started to feel a little uncomfortable, because Sheng Xia repeatedly touched his ears, and kept moving around, Shi Ye was very uncomfortable being rubbed.

Flesh sticking to flesh, sweating profusely, he was hard.It was surprising at first, but it seemed to explain it.

Since I can accept a person of the same gender sitting on my lap, holding my neck, and rubbing back and forth when I am half-drunk and half-awake, it seems that getting an erection is a matter of course.Shi Ye used alcohol to convince himself that it is easy for a man to convince himself in the face of desire. Desire can make sense at certain moments that cannot make sense when he is sober.

Shi Ye was smoking a cigarette, he knew that every move he made next was subconscious and instinctive.

It was instinct that made him kiss Sheng Xia's sweat-soaked hair, slide down, slide down the pajamas.

Then the next second he was burned to the arm by the falling cigarette butt.

It hurt a little, but it passed in an instant, and it also woke Shi Ye up.His hand stopped, his desire stopped, everything stopped, came to a sudden stop.

Shi Ye also frowned.

Wait a little longer, he said to himself while taking a deep breath, wait a little longer, at least until he passed the so-called growth point.

Shi Ye forcibly got off Sheng Xia who was on him.It was difficult, but the remaining saneness urged him to push Sheng Xia away.

He watched Sheng Xia sleeping next to him, finished smoking the pack of cigarettes Sheng Xia brought, and went to the toilet to wash his hands.Shi Ye washed it very carefully, washed it three times, and washed his face again.Still not awake, he simply put some water, buried his face in it, and submerged in the cold water.

After washing, it seems that I haven't sobered up too much. It still smells like cigarettes and alcohol, and it still smells like midsummer. I can't wash it clean.

That kind of anxiety haunted him, and Shi Ye felt that he was very annoying, the kind of annoyance that something in his body was about to explode and tear apart.

Then Shi Ye started to take a cold shower.He was facing this door through a door, through the midsummer outside the door, and called himself.

In the past, it was perfunctory to tease him, just to vent.Insertion, movement, jacking, and ejaculation, people seem to be no different from animals at that time.Anyway, they are all succumbing to pleasure, succumbing to sex, and instinct.

Is there a difference between doing it with a man and doing it with a woman?

The same is true of his father, hugging a man with the same organs as himself?

It's all about spreading legs, barking, sweating, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Seems like there really is no difference.

When the ejaculation came out, Shi Ye felt that the wine had finally sobered up.

I really woke up, it can be said that I was woken up by fright.The fragments that flashed through my mind when solving problems in the past changed, from a woman's body to a man's, moving up from the body to the flushed face in midsummer.It is descending, but in what sense is descending?

Not visible, not felt, not measured.Can't see the light, can't be told, can't be understood, can't be recognized.

Shi Ye suddenly began to loathe himself, the status quo, and the moment when he had to face these things.

After leaving the bathroom, Shi Ye began to pack his things.He packed it up quickly, he has very few things, and the most important thing is the piano.

The whole process felt like running away. He didn't dare to think about whether Sheng Xia was awake or asleep, whether it was intentional or not. He could only try to keep his movements as light as possible, and it was best not to wake up anything.

Shi Ye didn't look back.He left the key on the table, closed the door and left.

It was daylight when we went downstairs.This messy night was short and long, and it seemed that there was a story that could make Shi Ye write many songs, but the story ended with him running away.When he was walking down the wooden stairs, he bumped his head and it hurt a lot, but the first thing he thought of was what Sheng Xia had said to him: Teacher Shi Ye, be careful of your head.

At the door, Shi Ye met Sheng Xia's mother, Zhao Jie.

In front of Zhao Jie was a Volvo, a nice car.The first time Ye saw this middle-aged woman, he knew that this must be Sheng Xia's mother. Her eyebrows and eyes were very similar, but the woman in front of her was shrewd in both her dress and demeanor, which was quite different from Sheng Xia's. far.

Zhao Jie was unloading a few boxes of special products in the trunk, and when she saw Shi Ye coming out early in the morning with the piano on her back, she frowned quickly. She looked at Shi Ye very quickly, rolled her eyes, and said the opening remarks calmly : "This early in the morning, rushing to the tour group gathering point? Why are you still carrying the piano?"

Shi Ye didn't know what to answer, so he just nodded.He originally wanted to leave directly, but seeing that Zhao Jie was struggling to move things by herself, he simply stepped forward two or three times to help unload all the things and move them into the house.

Zhao Jie thanked her repeatedly, and then asked: "I see you look familiar, are you a musician? You look a bit like a band my son likes..."

Shi Ye shook his head and interrupted saying no.

"No...it's okay, I think you have a good image, you will definitely become popular." There are street singers all over Dali, and Zhao Jie is not surprised, "Thank you, young man. Are you still staying with us for a few days? Shall I give you a discount in the next few days?"

Shi Ye thought it was a bit funny, and in the end he just said, "No...thank you."

Zhao Jie smiled decently and said, "Then I wish you a happy stay in Dali, when will you leave?"

"Soon." Shi Ye didn't look at Zhao Jie, "It's only two days...then I'll be leaving first."

"Oh boy, wait..." Zhao Jie stopped Shi Ye, rummaged in her bag, and finally found a bag of carved plums.

"I just smelled alcohol on you when I got closer." Zhao Jie smiled, "I feel a little uncomfortable when I wake up in the morning after drinking alcohol. This is a special product of our Dali. I took it with me on the road. You can take it, thank you Help me move things."

Shi Ye was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the familiar bag of carved plums.

It was only when he took it that he felt a little disgusted, but he still endured the nausea and said to Zhao Jie, "Thank you."

Before leaving this homestay called Midsummer, Shi Ye quietly took out all the cash on his body and put it under the lucky cat at the front desk.

About 1000 or more than [-], I don't know if it is enough for the room fee.

He thought to himself, it was settled.

When Zhao Jie saw that eye-catching man, her heart began to drum unconsciously, and she was highly alert.She didn't ask Shi Ye's name, but she had a vague premonition.

Sometimes a woman's intuition is amazing, and she can't tell what's wrong, but she just feels that something is wrong.

After Zhao Jie put down her bag, she went upstairs directly, first looking for Sheng Xia's room.She opened the door with the spare key and found it was empty.

Then she went upstairs.

After the door was opened, Zhao Jie actually regretted it.She was carrying a violin case, which contained a violin bought by someone from Beijing. It was not very expensive in the violin, 8 yuan, but she bought it out of her heart, as a midsummer birthday present.She wants to show Sheng Xia in advance whether she likes it or not, and if she doesn't like it, she can ask a friend to change it to another style.

After opening the door, Zhao Jie saw cigarette butts, wine bottles all over the floor, and her son lying unconscious on the mat.

In the faint light of the morning sun, Zhao Jie stood for a long time.

She stood for a long, long time.

She knew that if she didn't leave, there would be the first ray of dawn breaking through the dawn, and everything in front of her eyes would be brighter.

So Zhao Jie closed the door, pretending nothing happened, and left this small attic full of unknowns.