Southern tide

He actually helped him take this bath.

The bathroom is so narrow that there is no room for the two bodies between the boy and the man to turn around.They stood face to face, shoulder to shoulder.Almost naked/naked/naked.

The kiss just now added a different flavor to this contact.

Zhou Mingshea was very quiet, sitting obediently on the stool.The small wooden stool was so short that he exposed his back and neck to Mu Yang.If Mu Yang was a wolf, he would bite him.Bitten him until blood flowed.But Mu Yang is not a wolf-hearted dog.He just kissed this person, and he still can't bear his pain for the time being.So Mu Yang was lathering his hair with his eyes downcast.

He saw Zhou Mingsheath's eyes in the vague white foam.

There is a narrow smile in the eyes.He saw a piggy bank on a high place, in the shape of a piglet, and even had a curly tail. He asked Mu Yang: "Your?"

Mu Yang hummed impatiently.

"Are you saving money?"

"A little bit."

"Saving money, what are you going to do?"

Biting the towel, Mu Yang raised his beautiful eyes and gave the little pig a handy look: "I don't know. Go play. It doesn't matter where you want to go. Go north."

Zhou Ming looked at him: "Where is the northernmost place you have been to?"

Mu Yang told him that he didn't know, and that he had never left Lingnan.

The miasma of the south haunted him.

Their voices became indistinct in the steaming mist.The shower screamed "La La La" and sprinkled it on the face and hands.

Zhou Mingshea said, "You should know that I'm from the north."

Mu Yang snorted.

Zhou Mingshea said, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"It's no use asking you. I'll go myself."

Zhou Mingshea smiled: "That's right. Why do you want to go to the north?"

Mu Yang thought for a long time: "I want to see snow."

"never seen it?"

of course not.

Zhou Mingshea then told him about snow.He said it snowed almost every day where he was born.That is among the mountains, that is the world of woods.In winter, the snow is always so heavy, it falls on the head and face, on the eyelashes, on the tip of the nose, on the peak of the lips, on the shoulders and hands.You will be like a piece of paper swept by the wind and snow, and pushed by the rain and snow in all directions. In such a world, although you cannot move an inch, you are a free horse, and you are as happy as the wind.

Zhou Mingshea said, "Do you know what it feels like when the snow is falling all over the place—"

Mu Yang wanted to shake his head.He is rarely fascinated by listening, and he is rarely distracted by something.But today, he stood quietly and listened, too preoccupied to notice that Zhou Mingsheath was approaching him.

So before he had time to reply, Zhou Mingxiu snatched the shower from his hand maliciously and swung it towards Mu Yang's head.

With a sound of "crash", the water drops from the shower hit Mu Yang's body, drenching him from head to toe.The drops of water flowed down the bridge of his nose, jaw, and collarbone to his chest.His white short sleeves—it seems to be the one they wore when they first saw Zhou Mingsheath when they were fighting in the alley—was tightly wrapped around his body, revealing the color of flesh, outlining those soul-stirring scenes. Rippled or angular or soft and seductive lines.

"—that's how it feels."

Zhou Mingshea took a bite on the tip of Mu Yang's nose, and said so.

Mu Yang lowered his eyes and was silent for three seconds.

Then he jumped up and chased Zhou Ming sheath in the small room.He was being teased, and he was holding a breath in his heart, but this kind of anger was as sweet as the teasing between two souls, even if he caught the culprit, even if he pressed Zhou Ming's sheath under his body, he would not Will get serious with him.

He might bite him, and retaliate with blood for blood.

Thinking like this, he was fighting with Zhou Mingshea in the room.No one had turned off the shower, and water was still dripping on the floor.The water splashed and made a beautiful sound.They jumped in the water barefoot, reflecting the light and shadow, and the mottled colors through the water droplets.For a moment, he felt that he had returned to Pingnan Town, back to the days under those oyster shell houses...

He finally caught Zhou Mingsheath.

He had some doubts whether Zhou Mingshea had asked him to catch him on purpose.

He pinched his hand and blocked him in the corner.He was holding the collar of Zhou Ming's sheath—this was Mu Yang's shirt that Zhou Ming's sheath was wearing just now.He was simply fooling around, his own clothes were lying aside, but he insisted on wearing Mu Yang's.So Mu Yang stared into his eyes, but there was a smile in his voice when he questioned: "Are you courting death?"

Zhou Mingshea also looked at him with a smile: "Is this the only thing you can say?"

Mu Yang grabbed his collar, and Zhou Mingsheath grabbed his hand.He moved closer to Mu Yang's face: "Are you willing to call me dead—"

Before he finished speaking, he wanted to bite Mu Yang's lips again.Mu Yang immediately frowned and dodged, but Zhou Ming caught the opening when he leaned back for a moment.He turned against the guest and twisted Mu Yang's arm—to capture, of course he didn't use all his strength.He grabbed Mu Yang into his arms, and threw himself onto the sofa with him.This time it was his turn to put Mu Yang under him, but he didn't have such good intentions, he wished he could lie on top of him.

Mu Yang turned his face to avoid his kiss.

They gasped, but did not speak.Their communication is silent, as long as they look at each other, they know what the other is thinking.They have never met such a person before, and they didn't even believe that they would meet someone who understands themselves.He will clearly understand what you think, what you want, when you cry, when you laugh...

Fate called them to meet on the hot streets of Lingnan.

Zhou Mingshea said, "I'll take you to see the snow, okay?"

However, he did not wait for Mu Yang's answer.

Just now when he entered the door, Mu Yang was too anxious.He was worried about Zhou Mingshea's injury, and even forgot to lock the door.At this time, someone "squeaked" and pushed the open door effortlessly.

The sound of people walking was very strange, very slow, like an old man.Then I heard him talking: "Tiao/Zi is full and has nothing to do. Chasing me for three streets is bad luck. Ayang, I will stay with you for one night—"

The words come to an abrupt end here.

The person who came should be Mu Yang's friend, brother, tall and strong, with only one eye wearing gauze.Later Zhou Mingxiu found out that he was fighting with someone and nearly blinded him.In the end, the eyeball was saved, but there was a vicious scar on the corner of his forehead.

At this time, the man was standing at the door with a bottle of beer, staring at the sofa with heavy eyes.

Mu Yang gave a "tsk", rubbed his hair impatiently, and kicked Zhou Ming's sheath away.The smile in Zhou Mingshea's eyes deepened, as if he was happy to see him so embarrassed.But he still let Mu Yang get up.

Mu Yang stood up: "And then?"

The person who came raised his eyebrows: "I didn't expect you to have someone here."

Mu Yang said, "A friend."

He laughed: "Friend?" As if he didn't believe it at all, "So you like men?" He said, "Don't watch movies with me again."

Zhou Mingshea understood what a "film" was.

So Mu Yang suddenly felt that the eyes behind him were dark and subtle, like a fiery sword, poking his spine thoughtfully with displeasure and frivolity.

He was inexplicably guilty.

So Mu Yang made a "grass" sound, raised his hand and threw the toilet water on the table towards the person.The other party caught it firmly, and Mu Yang picked up the lighter again.He scolded him: "It's none of your business."

The visitor didn't speak, Zhou Mingxiu suddenly took a step forward.Naturally, he took out the cigarette case from Mu Yang's pocket, and then took the lighter from Mu Yang's hand, and lit it with a "snap": "He doesn't like men."

Zhou Mingshea puffed out the smoke ring and said with a smile, "He likes me."

Mu Yang paused for a moment: "Being passionate."