sunk into the earth

Cheng Sheng had only seen the performance of Zhang Chen's band once, and it was the first time they met later. He still remembered Zhang Chen who was humming with an electric guitar on his back in the bar at that time. How many times, his eyes are always lazy on the stage, which matches the big loose T-shirt on his body, and he is also lazy, his eyes don't look at the strings, but occasionally look at the drunkards listening to songs.When it came to guitar solo, he habitually half-closed his eyes, showing an expression of indulging in music. Only then did Cheng Sheng realize that he wrote all the songs. He put himself into the music in an imperceptible way. Zhang Chen I don't need anyone's distress and understanding at all.

But he also remembers Zhang Chen's appearance at work, his brows are always frowning, he doesn't like to work overtime but his efficiency is higher than anyone else's, he often praises his code in a sincere tone, but he always finds a different way when discussing business in meetings, and turns around. Ask Cheng Sheng back until he can't get off the stage.

Cheng Sheng also thought of those hands with sharp joints. These hands were typing code, playing guitar, playing keyboard, and making a mix master. Now they were stroking back and forth on his back. When he touched the tailbone, Cheng Sheng trembled all over. Can't help but look up, Zhang Chen really looked at him with that expression on the musical instrument.

After being watched by him for a long time, Cheng Sheng suddenly talked about the previous incident: "I remember the first time we met at Lao Qin Bar, you squatted on the stage and adjusted the equipment with a few staff members. Dare to provoke you. But once you start playing the guitar, you become so relaxed, as if..." He suddenly laughed, and the rest of the words were intermittent, "It seems to be saying, fuck you, you only have to come to appreciate me. "

The hotel room was in a coma, only a small bedside lamp was on. Cheng Sheng lay on top of him, and naturally took off his shirt and threw it on another bed. He glanced at Zhang Chen above him, but this person didn't help He just looked at him with an appreciative look.

This made Cheng Sheng vigilant, and immediately restrained his impatient actions. Every time he did these tricks that he thought were clever, Zhang Chen was very helpful. The hand that was originally on his back slipped down.Zhang Chen's hands are slender and long, but his fingers are covered with calluses. He just touched Cheng Sheng's waist a few times and it didn't work. The place he touched was all on fire, and Cheng Sheng's movements gradually became rough. Impatient hands reached out to the bedside table, rummaged inside, and finally found a small square plastic package.

Zhang Chen above swept his face back and forth with a very complicated look. Cheng Sheng had never seen such an expression on his face. He was about to ask something when he felt the packaging bag in his mouth being ripped off abruptly. Then came a series of wet kisses from the corner of the mouth.

Cheng Sheng didn't close his eyes, and kept looking at Zhang Chen who closed his eyes and kissed him. Zhang Chen had changed just like him. The edges and corners were sharper than before, and the skeleton was more able to support people. Cheng Sheng scanned his face carefully. Suddenly asked: "Are we kissing?"

"Otherwise what do you think?"

After speaking, Zhang Chen went to kiss the center of his lips again, bit it several times, then pushed his tongue in, kissed his lips all over, and then turned to kiss his cheeks, eyes and forehead.

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Zhang Chen heard the person lying on his chest calling him Shen Shen, and he reached out a hand to touch his head buried in the crook of his neck, "You still call me by my nickname?"

At this moment, Cheng Sheng came back to his senses, looked up at him, "I'm one year older than you, I'm your brother, why can't I call you by your nickname?"

Zhang Chen patted his face, "How can you look like an older brother?" He carried the man to the mirror, let the two of them be reflected in the foggy mirror, and patted his face to make people recognize the reality: "You Look for yourself, do you look like a brother?"

Not only that, but also to scare him. As he spoke, he suddenly let go of the two hands holding him without warning. Cheng Sheng immediately fell a lot, and when his body was about to fall to the ground, Zhang Chen supported him by his thighs. scoop it up.

Cheng Sheng was so frightened that his soul would fly away, but when he turned his head, he saw Zhang Chen staring at him with a serious face. This expression always made him lose his temper instantly, and he muttered in a low voice as if resigned to his fate: "You are so good to others , only treat me so badly, torment me, torment me, treat me as if away from me..." But thinking about Zhang Licheng's words this afternoon, Cheng Sheng felt that he should be hacked into pieces, stretched out his arms to wrap Zhang Chen's neck, and followed him in a daze Guarantee: "If you don't dislike me, let me spend the rest of my life by your side to redeem all the wrong things I have done before leaving, so I can feel at ease."

Zhang Chen wanted to ask: "Are people's apology and atonement for their own peace of mind to continue to live well, or do they sincerely hope that they will go to hell with their mistakes?" But thinking about it, he felt that this rhetorical question was too sharp, and even he couldn't figure it out, so he re-spoken. Comfort him: "I said I have forgiven you."

It was still raining outside, so Zhang Chen carried out from the bathroom the person who had been yelling sorry for him all the time, and put him on the bed. He wanted to sleep on another bed, but Cheng Sheng's expression was so insecure that he kept wrinkling His eyebrows and lips were tightly pursed, as if his mind was full of nightmares at the moment.

Zhang Chen usually hated this kind of expression the most. After much deliberation, he hugged him and squeezed on the same single bed, but he was worried that the two of them might fall to the ground together after they fell asleep.

Thinking about it, he also fell asleep. In the half-dream and half-awake state, there was an arm around his waist, and his legs dishonestly climbed up to wrap around him. Zhang Chen kept sticking to that person, and the person on the other side also hugged him tenderly, mouth Li still kept saying that he was wrong.

Zhang Chen dreamed of the ruined building of Sangang. He was sitting on the roof swinging his feet, surrounded by a storm of snow. After the storm, there was a typhoon and hurricane with sand and stones. The wind became more and more fierce, but none of them could blow down. Zhang Chen, who even enjoyed it, played a provocative song with his guitar in the wind.

After a while, someone would sit down beside him, not talk to him, nor shield him from the wind, but just sit with him in the wind.