[abuse] a leaf boat

Zhang Bing symbolically picked up a few peanuts and chewed them in his mouth.

"Okay, I'm done eating."

Yu Bo looked at the food left in the bowl, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything.

"Are you full? Then let's sit for a while." Yu Bo moved the chair towards Zhang Bing.

Zhang Bing immediately stood up and walked to the door: "If you don't take me there, does what you just said count?"

Zhang Bing's words were ice picks, which made Yu Bo's heart ache.

"Okay, let's go." Yu Bo took Zhang Bing out of the shed and walked to a dark SUV parked by the side of the road.Yu Bo opened the car door and made a gesture of invitation, but Zhang Bing backed away again and again.

No need to explain, Yu Bo also understood Zhang Bing's actions.He hasn't forgotten the days he was raped by Yu Bo, yes, how could he forget the disgusting past, and also don't want to forget my disgusting face.Yu Bo thought to himself.

"Don't be afraid, there is nothing wrong here. This car is to take you to the nursing home, to see that old man." Seeing Zhang Bing's reluctance to get in the car, Yu Bo was a little anxious.He made a promise to Zhang Bing: "I won't take the same car with you, I'll take another taxi."

Zhang Bing still didn't take any action until Yu Bo stopped the taxi from the side of the road and actually got in before stepping into the car.

There are only the driver and Zhang Bing, but Zhang Bing still does not feel at ease.He didn't know what kind of tricks Yu Bo would have, so he couldn't rest assured.Fortunately, the direction of this car is the nursing home where Zhang Bing once lived.He said he lived there, but he was taken to an orphanage with even worse conditions after being temporarily sheltered for a week.

Maybe the road was a bit long, but the interior of the carriage was warm, and just after eating a warm meal, Zhang Bing's eyelids drooped, fatigue covered all his thoughts.He was so sleepy that he was staggering, his body was so weak that he couldn't raise his hand, and his whole body was numb, so he could only lean his body against the seat.Zhang Bing leaned his head against the glass, and was bumped by the buffer zone of the road, shaking his body and hitting the car window.He always falls asleep for a while, and half awake for a while, feeling that the journey is too long and there will never be tomorrow.

The interior of the car has become flat and may be in place.Zhang Bing didn't have an accurate and clear awareness of his surroundings. He only felt that he had reached his destination, but he didn't want to move his body at all. He just wanted to sleep on the soft seat.

The car door was opened, and Zhang Bing's whole body was limp, and he was gently embraced by a pair of strong hands, which felt like the arms of his mother and father in distant memories.

Yu Bo took Zhang Bing out of the car with a princess hug, carried him into another car, and exited the car by himself, watching the car drift away.

Until the vehicle disappeared into the curve, Yu Bo turned around with a gloomy face, pulled his black car away vigorously, and sped on the road in a hurry, leaving a shocking sound in the whole Wuying City.

When Zhang Bing woke up, the sun was shining on his body, and there was a scent of flowers in the air.He felt comfortable in his body and slowly supported his body.Sunny quilts slide off and are stacked on a clean wooden floor.

The room in front of him was a strange place full of sunshine. Although the door of this bedroom was closed, Zhang Bing didn't feel afraid.A small glass bottle on the desk is illuminated by the sunlight outside the window, and scattered fragments of sunlight are inlaid on each wall. The entire bedroom is a kaleidoscope with only sunlight.

Zhang Bing tiptoed to open the door, then walked out, and saw an elderly reclining chair shaking on the balcony next door.Zhang Bing walked a little further, and found that sitting on it was his grandfather who had given Zhang Bing a warm place in the quilt in the cold winter when he was in junior high school.

Grandpa slept peacefully, skin looser than he remembered, as if time was leaving his body in a visible way.The old man swayed with the chair, enjoying the light from the balcony, looking very comfortable with a serene expression.

Zhang Bing was relieved, and quietly exited the balcony without disturbing the old man.He walked up and down the hut barefoot.

This house is ordinary, just a standard room with two bedrooms and one living room, but the north-south layout of the room is more suitable for living.Zhang Bing came to the kitchen and counted towards the opposite side. His room was on the third floor, and in front of him was a huge banyan tree covered with young green leaves.

He opened the door and looked through the crack. There were no black-clothed bodyguards he had seen outside, but some residents who came back from shopping downstairs were startled by Zhang Bing's sneaky look, and muttered "Go on!" building.

Zhang Bing immediately closed the door.

He sat down slowly by the door, although his feet were bare, he didn't feel cold.

Isn't this just what he once dreamed of as a family, with light, family members, a kitchen where he can flex his muscles and a room dedicated to himself.

However, Zhang Bing sighed, this house must not be his own.

The memory was interrupted after getting in the car.Thinking of the reason, Zhang Bing was not surprised. It was nothing more than Yu Bo drugged himself and imprisoned himself in another way by deceiving him again.However, Zhang Bing still wants to thank him. After all, the former grandfather is here. As long as he is there, it seems that the world is covered by the quilt of memory, full of warmth.

He thought that after his grandpa was taken home by his son, he would be able to enjoy a peaceful life, but he didn't expect that it would end like this.

Zhang Bing came to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of cold water.There is a note on the cutting board, which says: As long as you don’t go out for one month, I will give you enough space. As long as you can guarantee this month, you can go wherever you want in the future.

The handwriting is familiar to Zhang Bing, fair and beautiful but powerful.After Zhang Bing read it, he threw the note into the trash can.

Yu Bo's request was guessed right after Zhang Bing found out about this house after he woke up.But he didn't resist as much as last time, probably because he didn't feel lonely.

Zhang Bing naturally has his own plans.This house is definitely not my own, even if it is, I can't want it.But he wants to be filial to the old man, but the reality is very cruel, he may be living worse than the old man now, and he doesn't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.Going out rashly will only drag the old man down.

Currently living in Yu Bo's house can be regarded as showing filial piety to the old man.

Zhang Bing put down the water glass, went to the bedroom, found a pen and a piece of paper, and recorded the account on it, recording the price he rented this house for a day, and recorded it at the lowest price he had seen for a similar room in Qinan City. He can't change it.The water fee can be estimated by reading the water meter.In any case, Zhang Bing has only one purpose, and cannot owe Yu Bo's favor.

But how could he know that there are cameras in every corner of this house.The transmission signals of these cameras will eventually be sent to a room 300 meters away from here that never draws the curtains.

No one lives here during the day, only at night there is a car with a foreign license plate parked downstairs, a tall man got out of the car, walking in a hurry, his face was full of exhaustion, but his eyes were shining.

No matter how busy Yu Bo is and tired of running around, he will drive a car with a new license plate alone to the downstairs of that house on the night road.Even though it was the early morning of the next day, Yu Bo would still come.He no longer has any extra interests, and movies, music, and food have long since become a thing of the past.His only hope every day is to sit in a room full of screens, his whole body immersed in the faint blue fluorescent light, watching Zhang Bing's every move during the day, giggling like a locked-up lunatic.

Yu Bo didn't dare to approach him easily, afraid of hurting Zhang Bing again, afraid of Zhang Bing's trace being leaked.

As long as he can see Zhang Bing, even in this way.Yu Bo didn't dare to think about the future at all, would there be a future with Zhang Bing?He also asked himself over and over again, and all he got was his own smile.

Every day Yu Bo watched the screen recording Zhang Bing and gradually fell asleep, and woke up to the sound of Zhang Bing's voice ringtone.Because he couldn't get rid of his desire, Yu Bo would play the voice of Zhang Bing's sex that had been exposed in the mobile phone through the player, filling the whole room with the voice of Zhang Bing's desire.

Yu Bo sat on the chair, comforted his desire with his hands, and imagined the happy time spent with Zhang Bing in the room where Zhang Bing seemed to exist.

When his hands are covered with the smelly liquid, his consciousness will gradually be highlighted by the ebbing desire.Often this time is the time when Yu Bo's mood is at its lowest, and his feelings are extremely fragile.He can even be jealous of his grandfather who lives in the same room with Zhang Bing.

Sometimes, Yu Bo would hold his face and cry bitterly, fall weakly from the chair, and lie on the ground wantonly in pain.No one heard, so it doesn't matter, no need to put on an industry leader posture.It's just that no one knows that in the middle of the night, Yu Bo shrinks like a stray dog ​​in pain.

There was only one time when Yu Bo touched the screens with Zhang Bing's faces printed on them one by one. He couldn't bear the coldness of the monitors, so he put on his coat and drove to the downstairs of Zhang Bing's room.

He knew the danger of his actions.Of course he knew, but he couldn't help the desire.Those issues that need to be concerned exist at the same time as Yu Bo's consciousness at the moment.Regardless, Yu Bo quietly rushed upstairs, tiptoed, took out the spare key, and opened the door.

It was already late at night, except for the occasional dog barking from the family, the world was quiet.

Yu Bo's heartbeat made him extremely worried, as if this crazy beating sound could break through the darkness and be heard.Zhang Bing has night blindness, which Yu Bo knows, and Yu Bo's only reason, but he uses it as a decision to look at Zhang Bing.

If Zhang Bing wakes up, just hide in a corner, he won't see it.Yu Bo hinted to himself that he hoped to have peace of mind.

But when he saw Zhang Bing's blurred outline through the dark night, the beating of his heart made his breathing, thinking and even his whole body extremely excited and uncontrollable, as if he had a heart attack, but he couldn't respond.

Yu Bo knelt quietly in front of Zhang Bing's bed.Zhang Bing turned over and turned his face to the other side.Afraid of being discovered by Zhang Bing, Yu Bo crawled on the ground like a puppy, moved to the other side, and knelt quietly to peep at Zhang Bing's handsome cheek.

In fact, in such a dark night, you can't see anything, but Yu Bo doesn't feel pity, it seems that breathing the same air as Zhang Bing rejuvenates life.

He clutched his beating heart, his instinct was about to overwhelm his reason.Yu Bo really wanted to shake Zhang Bing awake, and then confess to him, reveal his heart, pour out all the beating heartbeat at the moment.

But he dare not.What are you doing now, like a pervert, doing disgusting things.Yu Bo put his hands on his mouth, spoke in a very low voice in this semi-enclosed small space, and then put this piece of air that used to have voices next to Zhang Bing's ears.

Just like this, Yu Bo is satisfied.

As for what he said, no one knows except himself.

Zhang Bing may have had a sweet dream with a smile on the corner of his mouth, or it may be because his face was pinched because he turned over.But Yu Bo firmly insisted that Zhang Bing was having a sweet dream, dreaming about himself, maybe he heard his own voice.

Yu Bo quietly left and closed the door.

He went downstairs silently, drove away, and returned to Wuying City, which was like a battlefield.

The deception of self-deception is not Yu Bo's own dream.

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