Indiscriminate

, love is thin.With melancholy in my heart, I have been away for a few years..." Shi Shilei hummed a few lines along, always felt that it was not good to listen to this song at night, so she curled her lips.

Unexpectedly, old man Feng said: "Why don't you sing? You sing very well, and your voice is very clear."

He smiled and shook his head: "I only know these two sentences."

The wind blew away the clouds in the sky, revealing a round and big moon, indicating that the fifteenth day is approaching.

The snow and frost in the courtyard have not yet melted, and are illuminated brightly by the moonlight. The flowing snow water falls on the river surface, making circles of ripples. When the boat approaches, it collides with the water waves raised by the oars. , Restoration of calm.

If Fu Qinruo didn't think that Shi Shilei came back by boat, seeing him getting up and waving to him before landing, he stood up from the fire, put down the flagon in his hand and walked over.

As soon as Shi Shilei grabbed his outstretched hand, he jumped onto the shore from the boat plank.

"Thank you, Uncle Feng." Fu Qinruo nodded to the old man Feng in thanks, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Old Man Feng said with a smile that you are welcome. After saying goodbye to the two of them, he rowed the boat away from the river bank.

Shi Shilei smelled Fu Qinruo's neck, and smiled faintly: "How much did you drink by yourself?"

He shook his head: "I didn't drink much. Are you hungry? Eat something."

"Hmm!" Shi Shilei walked in, stepped on the ice in the crack of the ground, almost slipped, but fortunately he managed to stand still.

Fu Qinruo gave him the baked sweet potato, watched him toss it between his hands several times after taking it, and touched his ear, then picked up the other with a dry towel and peeled it.

"You here..." Facing Shi Shilei's puzzled face, Fu Qinruo thought for a while, and helped him wipe off the charcoal dust on his earlobes, "It's black."

"Thank you." Shi Shilei casually said polite words. Peeling the sweet potatoes was a bit troublesome, and it took a long time to tear off a whole piece of skin.

In the end, it was Fu Qinruo who gave him the stripped one.Shi Shilei exchanged the one in his hand with his, and started to eat the warm sweet potato.

"Wow! It's so hot!" He opened his mouth wide and fanned the air into his mouth, and his tongue was so hot that he snorted a few times. After a while, he ate the sweet potato and sighed happily.

Fu Qinruo was still peeling the sweet potatoes with his head down, looked up to see that he was eating with gusto, smiled lightly, but didn't say anything.

Shi Shilei ate the sweet potatoes and took the rice wine next to him to drink. After taking a gulp, he was very excited, and said pleasantly, "Have you re-cooked it?"

"Yeah." He put the peeled sweet potato aside, and picked out a roasted taro from the brazier.

Holding the wine pot, he took a deep breath, smelled the smell of ginger and wolfberry, and exclaimed: "It smells so good!" He hiccupped, continued to eat sweet potatoes, and said to himself: "This sweet potato is delicious!" It's really delicious, not too sweet, and fragrant enough!"

Fu Qinruo remembered the situation when he accepted the basket of sweet potatoes and taro, and asked: "Do you like sweet potatoes?"

"Well, that's right. When I was a child going to and from school, I was very envious when I saw other children eating." He paused, and before Fu Qinruo could ask again, he stood up and ate the last bite of sweet potato, and said, "Write Let's go! Well... I want to write, 'I will never forget it for a long time, but I will never forget it. What do you want if you are a modest gentleman? '"

After Shi Shilei finished speaking, he saw Fu Qinruo frowned, smiled and took his hand to walk in, lazily dragged his voice and shouted: "Tomorrow, I will participate in business for [-] miles, how much is it worth to be rebellious for a moment? The moon is drunk with the snow, and the spring breeze is lazy and aphrodisiac!"

Fu Qinruo's air conditioner in the room was not broken, it was warmer after all.

The stove for cooking wine was still moved to the carved book table, Shi Shilei took a pot of warm plum flower carvings, put another pot on it, and leaned against the table to watch Fu Qinruo grind ink.

The ink ingot in his hand was black and shining with a faint purple light, holding it in his hand reminded Shi Shilei of a bunch of dead branches growing out of white snow.

Shi Shilei raised the corners of his mouth, spread out a piece of rice paper with clear texture, pressed it aside with a paperweight, picked up a long-pointed brush, dipped it in the ink made by Fu Qinruo, and was about to write, but it still stalled for a while.

"What to write?" Fu Qinruo put down the ink ingot, turned around and picked up the pot of wine on the stove, and asked before drinking.

Shi Shilei raised his hand to toast him, and after taking a sip, he wrote: "Will be served."

It was indeed a poem suitable for writing at this time. Fu Qinruo was drinking and leaning on the table with one hand to watch his pens come alive.

Shi Shilei's cursive made Fu Qinruo amazed for a moment. If he hadn't seen his two fonts separately, he would have never believed that it was written by one person - it was like floating clouds, like a swimming dragon, and like a floating wave.

Although it is cursive, it deviates from cursive script more, Fu Qinruo saw it and said: "You have to write an explanation at the end."

"Don't understand?" Shi Shilei stopped writing, touched the jug to Fu Qinruo's jug on the table, and took a big sip, "Ah!——Here is written, warming and incense to keep out the cold , Don't cut the plums and rest in peace. The plums are like willows in the setting sun, and the spring wrinkles between the eyebrows are blown away."

He pointed his brush over the words he wrote earlier, and said, "You have to memorize each word, and I will let you write the interpretation later."

Having said that, he didn't read the words he wrote anymore, but asked Fu Qinruo to follow his handwriting carefully to distinguish them.

The unsolved greed in the world lasts forever, drunk singing tonight is better than thousands of years.Why do drunk songs rely on tall buildings?You can forget your worries with wine.

Fu Qinruo smiled lightly, drank the wine, and watched him change the rhyme.

There are countless hearts, laughing at the bright moon and Hua Nong.Will be drinking, Jiang Tianhong.Drunk dimple melts into spring and wins nature.

The ink gradually dried up, and the characters showed their muscles and bones, revealing a thin and vigorous state.Fu Qinruo couldn't take his eyes off his eyes, and blinked at this moment, only to see that Shi Shilei was stained with ink, and then he wrote, it turned out to be heavy ink.

Lovesickness is endless, but I also ask who is the same as Chunjin.Borrowing the moon to pour into the bottle to enjoy Baixue, to be lazy and to hate Dongfeng!

For some reason, Shi Shilei stopped suddenly, tilted his head and looked at the words written along the way, his eyes became blank.

"What's wrong?" Fu Qinruo asked.

He shrugged and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Words?" Fu Qinruo looked at him nodding, thought for a while, and pointed to the last two sentences, "Here the ink is so heavy, it doesn't feel free and easy."

Shi Shilei chuckled and said, "I did it on purpose."

Fu Qinruo was very surprised, but relying on his drink strength, he asked with a smile: "What's next, change the rhyme?"

"I'm thinking about what rhyme to use." Shi Shilei raised his head and drank most of the wine before continuing to write.

Boil a few pots of Huadiao and catch a few pieces of catkins.Drunk clouds come out of Xiu, and drunk flowers fill the stream.

"Drunk clouds come out of Xiu..." He choked back a belch, frowned and muttered, "Drunk flowers are all over the stream..."

In the end, he couldn't remember it because of his deep thinking. He was agitated for a while, and drank up the wine in the flagon. He turned his head and asked Fu Qinruo, who had put his hands on the desk, "What next?"

Fu Qinruo blinked suspiciously, thought for a moment, and said, "Don't you see that thirty thousand romances haven't happened yet, and he's been drunk for a thousand years."

"It's a good sentence, 'Let's be drunk for a thousand years'!" Shi Shilei swiped his brush, but when he wrote the pen, he mixed with a little vigor when writing regular script, like floating clouds turning into rain, swimming dragons diving into the beach, all falling into the dust.

Fu Qinruo burped softly, and asked, "How long have you been learning characters?"

Smiling, "I know how to use a brush first, and then I use a hard pen." After finishing speaking, Shi Shilei put down the pen, took away the paperweight, raised the rice paper full of words, read it for a while, and put the work aside casually , leaning against the desk, touched the flagon with Fu Qinruo leisurely, looked at the beautiful lines drawn from his neck when he looked up, and said, "When I was three years old, I was taken away from the orphanage by my adoptive father. He is a The calligrapher, like your family, opened a calligraphy and painting studio, and recruited students to come to his home for classes during the winter and summer vacations."

Hearing that he had an adoptive father, Fu Qinruo was startled and asked in doubt, "Why did he become an orphan again later?"

He chuckled and took it for granted: "Because I escaped back to the orphanage."

"Why?" Perhaps because of drinking, Fu Qinruo looked a little naive.

Shi Shilei was happy to see it, then picked up the wet pen again, leaned over his shoulder, and drew on his neck carefully, with a soft and lazy voice: "Didn't I tell you? Why don't you go What about him? He raised me just to eat me. Later, when I got older, maybe ten years old, I would sleep with him."

Hearing this, Fu Qinruo turned his head in shock. Shi Shilei's stroke failed, and he drew a thin line on the snow-white neck, which looked like a dead branch with plum blossoms.

"Ah, the painting is broken." Shi Shilei's eyes were misty, and there was always a faint smile between his brows and eyes. He dropped his pen and said, "Wait a minute, I'll wipe it clean for you." He lowered his head and licked off the fragrant ink.

Fu Qinruo stood there in a daze, turned his head after a while, and saw Shi Shilei's vermilion lips were stained black with ink, as if drinking poison.But he didn't know it, and still looked at him with a smile, with his arms on his shoulders.

Shi Shilei leaned in front of Fu Qinruo, took a deep breath between his nostrils, and said softly, "Brother Qinruo, this fragrant flower carving, please give me a bite."

Without saying anything, he wrapped his arms around Shi Shilei's waist, tilted his head and kissed his lips with residual ink.

Shi Shilei smiled silently, raised his arms, and continued the kiss more deeply.

The blend between the lips and teeth is always slippery and delicate, and it is unknown who turned the last drop of ink into body fluid and drank it into the throat, probably it has already soaked into the aroma of the wine.

After an unknown amount of time, Shi Shilei reached into Fu Qinruo's clothes.His body, which had been warmed by the wine, became a little hot, Shi Shilei then unbuttoned his clothes.

There was the sound of snow falling outside the window, hitting the window sill, spreading a cloud of coldness.

When Fu Qinruo helped Shi Shilei take off his T-shirt, he touched his hot chest, couldn't help but linger on his chest for a moment, then bent down and kissed him the moment the T-shirt left his hand.

Shi Shilei stepped back and knocked over the pen container.

The writing brush fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Shi Shilei didn't pay attention, and accidentally stepped on it and couldn't help falling backwards.

It was Fu Qinruo who held him back.

Shi Shilei hugged him instantly, slid his hand all the way down, tore off his shirt and threw it on the ground, but couldn't help but gasped.

"I want a bed!" He looked down at Fu Qinruo sliding down to his waist, which had already been unbuckled, and couldn't help shouting.

Fu Qinruo's hand slid to his waist, then slid down, kissed him and said, "Isn't it already here?"

Shi Shilei glanced back during the kissing break, and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh!" He looked back at Fu Qinruo, and smiled wickedly, "You're done."

He froze for a moment, before he recovered, Shi Shilei pushed him down on the bed, looked up and saw him kneeling on his waist, turned around and put down the curtain beside the bed.

The light behind the curtain was dim, and Fu Qinruo saw that Shi Shilei's undressed body was as pink as a baby's pink, but he didn't know whether it was from the alcohol or halo.

Shi Shilei pressed his shoulders, and was about to pull down his pants, but Fu Qinruo, who suddenly sat up, pressed him against the bed frame.

The smooth glass beads on the bead curtain hanging on the carved bed frame pressed on Shi Shilei's thin back, causing him to grin his teeth in pain, and stared at Fu Qinruo a moment ago, but because of the kiss he sent next, he was still All of a sudden, I started to cry: "It hurts..."

Fu Qinruo buried his head in front of his chest, and soon felt the body trembling, like a harp with seven strings moving.

It was so hot that Shi Shilei couldn't bear it and opened the curtain again.

Unknowingly, he spread his legs and let Fu Qinruo hold him, and put his hands weakly on his back, moaning softly, as if he was about to cry.

"Fu Qinruo..." He looked down and saw Fu Qinruo kissing his belly, his body suddenly trembled violently, his hands were soaked with sweat, whether it was hot or cold, and his shoulders and back were as red as red. A round of months.

The hand holding the bead curtain trembled violently, when Fu Qinruo took his avatar into his mouth, Shi Shilei cried out, unable to control the force in his hand, and tore the bead curtain apart.

The crystal beads fell down one by one, and landed on the footsteps and edge of the bed with a clatter, and inevitably hit Fu Qinruo's back and Shi Shilei's face.Shi Shilei was closing his eyes when suddenly a bead was on his eyelids, causing him to snort in pain.

Fu Qinruo stopped at this moment, spat out what was in his mouth, held Shi Shilei's shoulder and kissed him.

But Shi Shilei opened his eyes and saw his lips that were blood red from using too much force. Before he could close his eyes, the kiss had already fallen, wet and slippery, and the tip of his tongue licked his eyelashes and cornea.

Shi Shilei took a deep breath, groped under his belly, and held Fu Qinruo when he raised his head to kiss Fu Qinruo.

If Fu Qin didn't reject him, or even obeyed, let him put himself down.

"Brother Qinruo..." Shi Shilei pressed his knees between his legs and lifted his legs with his knees, but his tone was like a child begging, "I want it. Give it to me, okay?"

Fu Qinruo supported his arm, vaguely felt the lean texture under his skin, and said, "Come here."

Shi Shilei bent down and kissed him forcefully, and said, "I know you are the best for me!"

He seemed to sigh, but he didn't seem to, turned his head and saw Shi Shilei touched the glycerin and unused condoms they had left on the bed under the pillow, and when he lowered his head to put on the condom, he turned his head to look at the curtain Outside.

The stove used to boil wine was still burning, but the fire was not as hot as before.

Far away, vaguely, like a flame burning in the water curtain.

Fu Qinruo couldn't see clearly.

Later, he felt Shi Shilei's fingers touch his back.

The Hua Diao on the head seemed to have interrupted their thinking a bit, Shi Shilei didn't have much thought to investigate Fu Qinruo's silence and hesitation while waiting.As long as he turned his head when his legs were erected, Shi Shilei would bend down and kiss his neck and eyebrows.

"It hurts." Shi Shilei said softly as he pressed hot and hard to the opened soft entrance.

Fu Qinruo looked him in the eyes, and said before it started: "It doesn't hurt."

Shi Shilei smiled, held his shoulders, frowned slightly, and slowly sent himself in.

There were some twists and turns between Fu Qinruo's indifferent brows at this time, but he still straightened his waist so that Shi Shilei would not have to work so hard.

He leaned over and hugged Fu Qinruo's waist, and bit his lower lip lightly when he lowered his head.Shi Shilei thought that the time would not be too long, but he still really felt that Fu Qinruo swallowed himself into his body bit by bit.

Realizing this, Shi Shilei breathed a sigh of relief after sending everything in, but his heart sank heavily.

"Fu Qinruo." Shi Shilei lowered his waist, seeing Fu Qinruo couldn't help but snorted softly, and said, "Let's be together."

Fu Qinruo raised his head, opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, Shi Shilei poked his slippery, hot tongue in.

Shi Shilei didn't really want to know the answer.

After the kiss ended, the world was shaken.

In the end, he was still drunk, neither he nor he had the previous struggle and struggle, as if soaked in a wine cellar, his steaming red body was soaked in sweat, it seemed that even the sweat had the aroma of wine.

Fu Qinruo's breathing became rapid when Shi Shilei accelerated, reminding Shi Shilei of the spring water that had just melted.

The sound of the spring keeps gushing out, as if it is about to boil in the spring after the ice is broken, and life is full of fresh aura.Shi Shilei became even more greedy for this.He is clean and flawless, Shi Shilei has already soaked in this Wangquan, it is not enough, and he is not afraid that he will drown in it.

I don't know when, maybe before the climax arrived, Shi Shilei vaguely seemed to hear Fu Qinruo say: "Okay."

He was dazed for a moment, grabbed Fu Qinruo's hand on his shoulder and pressed it against the pillow, allowing himself to rush into his body forcefully.

Perhaps because of the pain, Fu Qinruo let out a short cry, but the following breathing was so urgent that he seemed to suck up all the air.

Shi Shilei wanted to say something, but his thinking couldn't keep up. The other hand hugged his waist when he bowed his head, panting while advancing and retreating: "Don't go back on your word."

"I don't regret it." Fu Qinruo said.