unspeakable desire

The waiter put the food ordered by Yang Yi on a black square table, and then pushed it in front of them. Seeing that there was no one in the bedroom, the servant carried the nested quilt that was changed this morning and put it under the wardrobe in the bedroom. Check if there is anything to take away. Just as he was about to leave, the waiter found a washboard stuck in a small crack in the outer sliding door. When Yang Yi was paying attention to the food, the servant took out the washboard and held it with both hands. Stopped, turned around and bowed lightly, stepped back and walked out slowly.Yang Yi reached for a folded towel on the table, hugged the bowl of pork porridge, picked it up, scooped up the bowl with one hand and a spoon in the other, opened his mouth, and began to eat generously.Ge Jundong gnawed melon seeds and watched the classic movie "Tunnel Warfare" he picked.

"Actually, children like you should watch more old movies, black and white, gray, it's so good, it doesn't hurt your eyes." Ge Jundong is considered an older generation, but he is not a revolutionary.

"But this movie is too... I've watched it three times, and if I watch it again, I really want to dig a tunnel and play tunnel battle with you." Yang Yi was dissatisfied with Ge Jundong's intention.

"..." A blue streak appeared on Ge Jundong's forehead.

"Change to Transformers, never get tired of watching it!"

"Oh, you have to change after watching old movies for three times, and you never get tired of watching Transformers?" What kind of thinking?

"The development of the times, and the Transformers are not all entertainment content, it said that human beings are a young race, they still need... Anyway, human rights," Yang Yi clasped his hands into a fist posture, hands folded (clench The place where the fingers are retracted behind the clenched fist) is still holding a spoon, "Long live human rights!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Watch out for your porridge, don't overturn it, it's hot!" Ge Jundong was startled. "Mom! My little ancestor!" He wanted to hold Yang Yi's bowl steadily with one hand, but Ge Jundong's fingers were scalded by the bottom of the bowl, "Ahh...so hot..." shrinking his fingers.

"Haha..." Seeing Ge Jundong's appearance, Yang Yi laughed out loud.

"You still have the nerve to laugh, it's you, hold the bowl steady, and that spoon, carefully poke it into your nostril!" Ge Jundong covered his burned fingers with his palm.

"Hehe..." Yang Yi smiled wickedly.

Ge Jundong took his palm away and took a look, "Ah...it's red, oh my god."

Yang Yi also saw that Ge Jundong's fingers were indeed red, "Uncle Ge!" Put the bowl on the table, and touched Ge Jundong's big hand with both hands, "It's serious." Ge Jundong's fingertips were red, But not the sort of bubbly red.

"You also know it's serious?" Ge Jundong felt sorry for his little finger.

"Then why don't you go to the bathroom to flush cold water?"

"Yes." Ge Jundong got up and hurried to the bathroom inside.

"It's really a big log." Yang Yi moved his buttocks and sat close to the table, instead of taking a bowl, he directly picked up a spoon to eat pork porridge, "But to be honest, Uncle Ge's fingers are really...hehe..." Yang Yi was a thief again laughed.

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After eating a bowl of pork porridge, Yang Yi picked up the pastry without fear and stuffed it into his mouth. It was as if he hadn’t eaten pastry in 800 years. Take a mouthful, and finally put the food in your mouth full, chew hard again, swallow it crookedly, take a cup, and take a sip. "tasty."

Ge Jundong was on the sidelines, after seeing his awesome way of eating, "I think you will find this food delicious even if you eat it."

"Hey... so I have the talent to shoot food commercials."

"..." You go and shoot, I'm afraid that people who read your advertisement will be afraid that you will choke to death on the spot.

"Why don't you talk?" Yang Yi turned to look at Ge Jundong. Ge Jundong was sitting close to the door, and there was a man in a green flower bathrobe standing at the door. "Father!" Yang Yi happily put down the pastry Standing up, ran to the door and hugged Luo, "Dad...Dad oh..."

Yang Yi acted like a baby in Luo's arms, Luo Leng looked at Ge Jundong, Ge Jundong smiled dryly, slowly got up and moved his feet, and as soon as he went out, he ran away like flying.

Ge Jundong never understands the love between a man and a man. This relationship, which seems to be explained by the artistic conception of bondage, crosses the moral bottom line and crosses the taboo of blood. What is it like?what kind of feeling?Ge Jundong will never understand. Back in his room, there is no starry sky, no boundless crowd, and no boba sister Ge Jundong likes. Sitting on the wooden floor, Ge Jundong thought of the 31-year-old and himself A middle-aged man with a blood relationship, recalling his gentleness, his smiling face, every care is like a feather, gently stroking Ge Jundong's body, slowly accumulating, layer by layer will drown Ge Jundong .

Ge Jundong frowned, "I'm not gay..."

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