wild love theory

72.

March has passed, because the Spring Festival holiday has officially ended, and the season of resuming work and hard work has arrived, and the empty city is noisy again.Traffic is busy occupying the main road, and the sycamore trees on both sides of the street are branching, and everything is thriving.

Yang Ou has been working all the time.

He was a little used to this pattern, couldn't stop, and couldn't bear the silence around him.Sometimes I think, if it wasn't for a momentary thought, he wouldn't have picked up "The Man in the Dream", then there would be no subsequent encounters, and his once indifferent heart would not know how to beat again.

Xing Wanghai has returned to China, he confirmed with him on the phone, his fingers were rubbing restlessly, because of the impatient anxiety and longing that was about to overflow his body.

"Then we...see you tomorrow." Xing Wanghai said.

Tomorrow will be their first publicity in front of the camera this year, and they will do an interview.

Yang Ou froze for a moment, thought for a while, and said calmly, "Don't you miss me?"

There was no sound on the other side, only breathing like air currents, the rhythm was a little flustered.

"I," Xing Wanghai paused, "Brother Ou, I want to see you."

Yang Ou let out a breath, which was expected, but at the same time, it seemed to confirm unconsciously.This point, even oneself is difficult to discover, when deep in it, no one can wake up.

"Are you at home?"

"Well," as if he suddenly understood, Xing Wanghai took a deep breath and then exhaled, his voice was uncertain, but his heart was full of expectation, "You, do you want to come over?"

"Do you want me to come over?"

At such a time, Yang Ou still did not forget to pinch the kite string, pretending to test it.

Xing Wanghai said frankly, "I think, although I can see you tomorrow, I want to see you now."

Yang Ou chuckled, "You're so good."

Not twitchy, not pretentious, from the first glance in the waiting room, Yang Ou understood that Xing Wanghai was always the same, and he didn't bother to hide it.

Putting down the phone, Xing Wanghai rubbed his stuffy palms.

He glanced at the room, and his eyes fell on the side table by the bay window, where there was a thick stack of magazines, the top one was spread out, and in the elongated colored pages was an endless golden wheat field, the sky was gray and blue , meeting the earth at a distance.

The ears of wheat below the waist are dotted heavily, and a black silhouette stands in the center of the picture, with his head slightly lowered and his arms outstretched. Because it is a close-up shot, the texture of the black coat is fully revealed.Even though he couldn't see clearly, Xing Wanghai still recognized the model in the photo as Yang Ou.

The magazine cover was dated eight years ago.

Xing Wanghai specially collected these magazines, although Yang Ou only mentioned it in the chat, saying that he used to be a model and took many magazine prints.But he still remembers it in his heart, maybe this is also a kind of hidden happiness.I bought these outdated magazines from second-hand websites one by one, pieced together Yang Ou's past posture, enjoyed Yang Ou that he had never seen before, and stared at Yang Ou in different shapes every time he turned a page, as if it was another form of encroachment. Even if you have not participated in those pasts, you can approach them in this way.

At the same time, Xing Wanghai was a little scared. It turned out that he would have such a strong desire for monopoly.He is not afraid of distance, nor is he afraid of gossip. He is just afraid that he does not understand enough. He gave him the open and frank self, and hopes to be closer, to make up for what he lacks and what he does not understand.

Xing Wanghai sighed.

The suitcase was still slumped in a corner of the living room, waiting for him to pack it.As he walked over, Yang Ou's voice still echoed in his mind.

wait for me.

Yang Ou said the last thing before hanging up the phone.

When the doorbell rang, Xing Wanghai was hanging his coat in the closet.He almost trotted to the entrance, his fingers trembling slightly, and then covered the doorknob. With the electronic notification sound of "ding dong", the white door slowly revealed a gap, and finally expanded into a complete arc.The person behind the door, as if being dragged by a halo, gradually emerged from the dark background, then walked up to him, reached between his brows, and lightly touched the tip of his nose.

The moment he surrounded him, Xing Wanghai suddenly stopped trembling and calmed down.

It seemed that his worries were pulled out by a pair of big hands, and those hands covered him again, throwing him into the soft bed, touching the real body temperature, and surrounding him with warm ravings.Only at this moment did he realize that everything was not important anymore, and he even gave up thinking, actively and permanently indulging in such an atmosphere.

A strange atmosphere, an atmosphere of love.

From the atmosphere of Yang Ou.

Yang Ou stood upright, hugged him tightly, and buried him around his neck, his chest heaving heavily.

"I miss you so much." Yang Ou said as he kissed his hair, and then moved to his face.

Xing Wanghai hugged his waist instead, and responded to him in a low voice.

"Me too."

After finishing speaking, he rubbed Yang Ou's shoulder with the tip of his nose, and added: "I thought I could last until tomorrow, but it turned out that I really can't."

Yang Ou laughed, took a step back, and then looked at him carefully.It was darker, the lines of his face became more obvious, and his eyes were red and wet, making his heart itchy.

When he was looking at the other party, Xing Wanghai was also looking at him.

"Why are you wearing a white dress?" Xing Wanghai was quite surprised, "You came directly from..."

Yang Ou loosened his collar and waved his hands, "Don't worry, I came here after work, I didn't have time to remove my makeup and change my clothes, so I just came here. After all..." He laughed and led Xing Wanghai to the sofa side, pushed him in, "...the patience to wait for one more second is gone."

After the words fell, Yang Ou covered up, and the tight suit jacket had become a wrinkled ball and fell to his feet.The button on the front of the shirt was unbuttoned by Yang Ou with one hand, exposing his swollen and firm chest, which was clearly grooved and full of masculinity, in stark contrast to his feminine face.

Xing Wanghai swallowed his throat, unable to shift his gaze away, and stuck tightly to Yang Ou's movements.

"Are you nervous?" Yang Ou asked him condescendingly, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"No, no." Xing Wanghai blushed and turned his head.

Yang Ou leaned over, pressed against his ear, and exhaled, "Then why don't you dare to look at me? Do you want to hide from me?"

"No, no!" Xing Wanghai's wandering eyes refocused, staring at the man in front of him, "You, if you go on like this... will make me..."

"What?" Yang Ou lowered his body a little more, this time his chest was directly against his chest, and even his heartbeat was mixed together.

"I'll be too excited!" Xing Wanghai helplessly covered his eyes, his face was already red.

Hearing such a straightforward answer, Yang Ou was stunned for a moment, and then smiled deeper, "Is this not good?"

Xing Wanghai looked through his fingers and saw Yang Ou was also staring at him, he licked his lips unconsciously and said: "It's not... just feel weird."

"Strange?" Yang Ou kissed the back of his hand, his soft tongue slid across his skin, causing a burst of numbness, "We haven't seen each other for so long, it's strange if we don't respond."

Xing Wanghai let out a soft "ah" from being teased, and finally moved his palm away, exposing Yang Ou in front of his eyes, half of his shirt was taken off, hanging on his elbow, the flickering hem of his clothes aroused a sensational temptation.

This stimulating scene made Xing Wanghai even hotter, as if a fever was nothing more than that.

When acting in a bed/scene, he is the one who takes the initiative and compulsively wants the other party.But when it came time to take up the gun and go into battle, he suddenly flinched a little, and lost the courage and madness of Li Juncheng in the play.

Maybe it was because of his inexperience that made him so timid.

"Brother Ou," Xing Wanghai gently pushed Yang Ou, slowly straightened up, and looked at him, "I'm afraid I can't do it, this is my first time..."

Yang Ou was startled for a moment, but immediately realized that he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"It's okay, I'll do it," Yang Ou rubbed his cheek patiently, pinched his earlobe lightly, and said persuasively, "Just relax."

"That..." Xing Wanghai struggled uncomfortably, "I..."

Yang Ou stopped his movements and frowned, "Do you have any concerns? Or, do you think you are not ready?"

Xing Wanghai turned his head away, "No."

Although Yang Ou was ready to go, but seeing Xing Wanghai like this, he had to retreat.

Taking advantage of Xing Wanghai's distraction, Yang Ou put his arms around his head, stroked his back with his fingers, and comforted him in a soft voice: "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry, but I haven't seen you for so long, so am I. A man has needs and can't hold back, so I hope you can understand me."

"Brother Ou, no..." Xing Wanghai shook his head, bit his lip, sighed heavily after a while, and said, "I mean, I have never had this kind of experience before. I don't have any girls, I'm afraid you will think I'm too...poor."

"Huh?" Yang Ou was stunned for two seconds, and then burst into laughter. He knew that Xing Wanghai was innocent, but he never thought that he would be so innocent.Mingming was able to express intense passion/desire very well when playing Li Juncheng, which made him incited for no reason.Even in the days when the relationship is not broken, I will always recall these heart-pounding interactions.

"Is it funny?" Xing Wanghai showed a slightly sullen expression.

"No, no." Yang Ou pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes, "I think you think too much, really."

This time Xing Wanghai frowned, "What?"

Although I know that Yang Ou can't be the first time, but I don't admit that I am unhappy, it is too hypocritical.He has never cared so much about anyone, and even tried to dig out his past.But there are some things, it doesn't matter to pretend to be calm, it doesn't matter, it can only be maintained for a while, but not for a lifetime.Although Yang Ou is always avoiding, he can still find out, at least, he can't be free and easy. Before him, Yang Ou had other people, and other people had him.

Every time he thinks of this, Xing Wanghai starts to cast aside his narrow-mindedness.

Seeing that Xing Wanghai's face changed, Yang Ou hugged and coaxed him immediately, "Brother, don't be angry, I was bald just now, don't take it to heart. I really miss you so much, so I can't hold back my impulse... ...."

"I know," Xing Wanghai took his words, "me too. But..."

"but what?"

"I only have one question." Xing Wanghai's tone suddenly became very serious.

Yang Ou stared at him so serious, couldn't help being nervous, and swallowed.

"Tell me, what's the problem?"

"If you and Xu Xu hadn't been exposed by the media, would you have broken up with him?"

Yang Ou was very surprised. At the same time, if Xing Wanghai read it correctly, he felt that Yang Ou's expression was distorted for a moment.

"It's all in the past, so why mention it again." Yang Ou let go of the person in his arms and asked calmly, "Why are you asking this?"

That's right, why don't you open which pot and lift which pot.Xing Wanghai bit his lip, thinking angrily.

Obviously after meeting, I just want to be gentle, even if I don't go to bed, it's good to look at him, rely on him, and relieve the pain of lovesickness for dozens of days.Why did I take it for granted, just because of a moment of impatience, and just poked the wound without thinking.

"Brother Ou, I'm sorry," Xing Wanghai lowered his head, moved a little closer, and grabbed Yang Ou's hand, "I just asked casually, but I don't really care, so you don't have to answer."

lie.Yang Ou thought, if he really didn't care, he wouldn't mention it at all.

"Even if it is not exposed, he and I are not the same way, and the ending must be a breakup." Yang Ou paused, and continued, "Besides, he never loved me, and I didn't like him that much."

Xing Wanghai raised his head slowly.

Yang Ou: "So, can you feel at ease?"