I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"You can't kiss other people indiscriminately."

When Zhong Xun and Chu Tingdong passed by, Song Yijin had nowhere to go and was blocked in the alley. He was about to be thrown out with his collar in hand. Zhong Xun raised his hand and pressed the man's shoulder.

"Take it as a way to save face." Zhong Xun also raised his other hand, with thin white fingers, and grabbed Song Yijin's wrist that was pulling Song Yijin's collar.

His cheeks were swollen and hot, and he wore a black mask. When he took a taxi, he applied ice packs to his eyes for a long time, and the swelling subsided a little. Now there is still a slight redness at the end of his eyes, but he can't tell that he has cried.

"No wonder, I called someone to go," the man was wearing the blue and white school uniform of the vocational school, biting a cigarette in his mouth, and glanced at Song Yijin, "I said why the hell was hiding everywhere just now."

Zhong Xun didn't speak any more, his peach blossom eyes were thin and sharp, and he was still clutching his wrist.

"Okay," he was beaten by Zhong Xun before, and he was still a little timid, and he didn't want to really fight him, and said with a twist of his mouth, "I originally wanted to find him to start the game, otherwise what else can happen, if he doesn't run around Nothing so much."

Song Yijin was so aggrieved that his face was flushed. If he didn't run away, he should be taken to the hospital by now. It's a fool not to run away.

Both hands let go.

After all the people from the vocational school had left, Song Yijin couldn't help cursing, "Fuck, these idiots are shameless?! That is, this place is far away from No. [-] Middle School. If this is in No. [-] Middle School's territory, I don't think he's even a fart." Don't even dare to let it go!"

After speaking, he put his arms around Zhong Xun's shoulders and walked out of the alley with him.

After walking a few steps, when I looked up, I saw the familiar figure at the entrance of the alley, and I was stunned, "Xueba, why are you here? Lao Xu asked you to come over for dinner? No, the hot pot restaurant is on the next street .”

Chu Tingdong raised his eyes, he was wearing a black T-shirt, his arms were thin and slender, his wrist bones were strong, his whole person was cold, straight and indifferent.

"Uh..." Song Yijin had just finished fighting with someone, and his body was dirty, and he suddenly felt that he didn't know how to talk to Chu Tingdong. Maybe it was outrageous that they were in the same class.

I thought to myself that this fucking is really pretending to be invisible.

What does Zhong Xun think, he must chase after Chu Tingdong?

Even if they want to engage in homosexuality, it's okay to use another person to make Zhong Zhonglin mad. Chu Tingdong and them are not in the same way.

"So much nonsense," Zhong Xun pulled Song Yijin's arm away annoyed, "he deserves to be beaten."

"Fuck," Song Yijin was aggrieved, "Whose fucking buddy are you? I was almost beaten, and you don't say you love me?"

"Is it disgusting?" Zhong Xun hated him too much.

Chu Tingdong didn't answer Song Yijin's words, his eyes fell on Zhong Xun, and he asked coldly, "Go to the store now?"

"Well... if you want to go, go first." Zhong Xun was a little uncomfortable.

It was the first time for him to be accompanied when he was fighting with someone, this feeling was too strange, although he asked Chu Tingdong to wait outside the alley and not allowed to come in, so as not to be seen by people from the vocational school.

But still very wrong.

He never had any psychological burden when fighting with others, unlike Song Yijin, who still wondered whether he would go home and be scolded, whether his parents, and his brother would be angry with him.

Even if he was slapped by Zhong Zhonglin, he didn't feel that he was wrong, and he didn't provoke him first, so why should he be beaten but not fight back?Not only did he have to fight back, but he also had to beat the opponent.

If he could beat Zhong Zhonglin, he would not let Zhong Zhonglin go.

But Chu Tingdong stood waiting for him outside the alley, although he neither stopped nor showed any disgust, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

Chu Tingdong didn't leave, and went to the hot pot restaurant with them.

When Xu Chunhong looked up and saw him, he was still a little surprised, and said with a smile: "That's right, come here to get in touch with your classmates more, and finally treat you to a meal, why are you being polite to the teacher?"

Everyone in the class gave Xu Chunhong face very much, and everyone who could come came, about 40, No. [-], except Hei Scar and the others.

Wang Pang had reserved a seat for them a long time ago, but he didn't expect that there would be an extra Chu Tingdong, but it was okay, he obsequiously went to help Chu Tingdong move a chair, "Xueba, you sit here."

"What are you doing?" Song Yijin wondered.

Wang Pang didn't dare to explain to Xu Chunhong in front of Xu Chunhong. Seeing that the monthly exam would be before the sports meeting and art performance at the end of the month, he still hoped that Chu Tingdong could save his life by leaking some answers through his fingers.

Of course you have to take good care of it.

"Thank you." Chu Tingdong walked over and sat down beside Zhong Xun.

At night, there is still the residual temperature of summer, and the hot pot restaurant is steaming hot again. A group of people are noisily cooking meat in the copper pot, and they will be covered in sweat after a while.

Zhong Xun couldn't breathe and had to eat, so he reached out and took off the mask.

At any rate, he has been a school bully with a reputation since he was a freshman in high school. Even if he doesn't want to be, the eyes of the whole school are always on him, even in the class.

For a moment, everyone was quiet for a moment.

His complexion was fair, which made the redness on his cheeks even more eye-catching, and even his ears were bleeding red, with very clear palm marks, more than one slap covered his entire beautiful face.

It's actually not the first time I've seen it, but no matter how you look at it, it's impossible to get used to it.

Zhong Xun picked up a piece of shrimp slippery as if nothing had happened, and chewed with his lips pursed. Gradually, the rest of the people started to move their chopsticks again.

Zhong Zhonglin wanted to humiliate him, did he really do what he wanted, and felt that he should not be able to hold his head up?

Anyway, the few people in the class have no enmity with him, it won't be like last time.

Zhu Qin and the others would still bully him if they didn't keep things together, but if Zhu Qin was there, he wouldn't come to eat this meal.

"Wait for me to feed you?" Zhong Xun saw that Chu Tingdong was chewing slowly and had only eaten a small dish for a long time, so he couldn't help but whispered, "If you don't eat any more, there won't even be soup left."

"Not hungry." Chu Tingdong said flatly.

Even the coaches and brothers he has known since he was a child, he doesn't accept hot pot very much, let alone eating with classmates he doesn't know very well, the splashing soup makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's urgent." Zhong Xun muttered.

He was sitting in the box near the door, so he turned his head and called the waiter, "Crab roe noodles."

"Thank you." Chu Tingdong glanced at him.

Song Yijin just saw his face. The alley was deep and dark and he didn't pay attention to it. He went straight to the hot pot restaurant when he came out. He couldn't even eat well, his brows drooped, and he wanted to talk to Zhong Xun but dared not.

No one can beat Zhong Xun like this, except Zhong Zhonglin.

Zhong Xun took a can of beer, clasped the ring with his fingertips, and pulled it halfway, when someone pinned his hand.

"Drink less." Chu Tingdong said coldly.

Zhong Xun couldn't stand someone taking care of him, and it was still endless. This happened several times a night, and he suddenly became a little angry.

But when the skin touched, Chu Tingdong's fingertips felt slightly cold, and he couldn't help thinking of how Chu Tingdong held his knees and wiped his legs more than an hour ago. open hands.

Before he got a partner, he was taken advantage of, the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he was, he kicked Chu Tingdong's foot under the table.

Chu Tingdong turned his head, his eyes were cold.

"Wipe my legs," Zhong Xun asked in a low voice, aggrieved, "what did you see?"

what can i see

Zhong Xun's legs were covered with bruises and oozing blood... Chu Tingdong frowned and let go, staring down at his flushed face, thinking for a while, and said calmly: "Straight angle."

? ?

Flatten your fucking horns.

Zhong Xun almost jumped up and stood up, but held back, and managed to shed a little white skin on the tips of his ears, which became red again like a prairie fire, and his buttocks were burned like a iron in his boxer briefs.

-

After Chu Tingdong finished eating, he got up to wash his hands, and when he came back, he found that Zhong Xun had secretly drank several cans of beer.

"Don't delay outside at night," Xu Chunhong told them worryingly, "Hurry up and go home if you are hungry, especially if you are far away, send a message to the class group when you get home, don't pretend to be blind!"

The classmates in the class were in groups of three or four, and they planned to go home with their companions, but they all responded sparsely.

Zhong Xun was a little drunk, but he could still stand on his own. He took a cigarette in his mouth, and supported Wang Pang, who was more drunk than him, with an irritable expression.

"Shall I take Fatty back to the dormitory?" Song Yijin hesitated to take over. He didn't know where Zhong Xun was going at night, so he asked, "You and I will go together. Let's go to the Internet cafe later?"

"No." Zhong Xun said, "Sleepy, go home and sleep."

Song Yijin really didn't understand it, so he leaned over and asked him under his breath, "You fucking...you won't come with me, you want to go home with Xueba?"

It's just that he smelled of alcohol and was hurt, if Zhong Zhonglin was at home, it would be no wonder he didn't get beaten to death when he went back.

In the first year of high school, he was hospitalized with broken ribs because he was drinking outside, and he was quite small, and he happened to bump into Zhong Zhonglin.

"What's wrong, can't you?" Zhong Xun frowned.

As night fell, he took a sneak peek and saw Chu Tingdong standing under the bus stop sign, the street lights were dim, the figure of a young man was thin, tall and long-legged, but he didn't know how many underwear he was wearing.

Fuck, Zhong Xun's eyelids burned, and he fainted a little red.

Song Yijin went in without knowing, but he didn't know if Zhong Xun had any plans, so of course he couldn't stay in the way, so he desperately dragged Wang Pang, who suddenly had a seizure, hugged the street lamp and began to recite the periodic table of chemical elements, into the car.

Zhong Xun's home is still some distance away from the school, and they are not on the same bus.

After waiting for more than 20 minutes, I waited for the last bus to close at night.

The car was deserted, except for the driver, there was only one passenger who was sleeping next to the door, Chu Tingdong sat down by the window, Zhong Xun followed and sat beside him.

A very faint smell of alcohol.

But Chu Tingdong still frowned, he looked out of the car window and didn't speak to Zhong Xun.

But he should have known that Zhong Xun is this kind of person, if he is not allowed to force himself out and cause trouble for others, he will definitely go, he is covered in injuries, if he is not allowed to drink, he will still drink.

Anyway, just do whatever you want, never think too much about it.

"I haven't been to this street for a long time." Zhong Xun now has the strength of alcohol, his nose is hot, his cheeks are flushed, his lips are also reddened, and his eyes are moist.

He lay on the edge of the car window across from Chu Tingdong, and tapped the bridge not far away with his fingertips, "The third middle school next door gives ice lessons under the bridge in winter, haven't you seen it?"

Chu Tingdong followed his fingertips to look over, but his neck suddenly felt itchy, Zhong Xun couldn't hold back, and tilted towards him, his hair rubbed against his Adam's apple.

"Get up." Chu Tingdong's voice was cold.

Zhong Xun didn't seem to hear, he put his arms around Chu Tingdong's neck, his arms were very white, skinny, with a faint smell of medicine.

Chu Tingdong frowned, clasped his wrist, pinched his chin and pushed him away, only to notice that Zhong Xun's eyelashes were trembling.

But not fully opened, the upper eyelid has a thin and beautiful line, the peach blossom eyes are shining, a little bad, leaning against him and whispering: "You are really boring."

-

In fact, Chu Tingdong met Zhong Xun once. When he was a child, no wonder he felt a little familiar when he met Zhong Xun for the first time at school.

But I didn't think about it at that time, it was only when I saw Zhong Xun again at Zhong's house that I suddenly remembered it.

At that time, he was living with his grandparents in Germany. He was in the first grade of elementary school. He went back to China during the summer vacation. Chu Henglin was going to remarry and was busy with the wedding. He wanted Wu Yulan to look after him for a few days.

Wu Yulan originally planned to go to the airport to pick up Chu Tingdong by herself, but didn't plan to bring Zhong Xun.

But it wasn't long before Zhong Xun was sent back by Zhong Zhonglin's cousin, he was thinner than before he left, his small face was so white that it was transparent, listless, and he didn't seem to be as talkative as before.

I heard from Zhong Zhonglin's cousin that he had a fever every two days and only ate a little food. He was taken to the hospital but couldn't find out what was wrong with him. He and his wife were exhausted physically and mentally.

If Zhong Zhonglin hadn't seen the medical records, he wouldn't have believed it. Zhong Xun was fine at home and nothing happened.

I had a long fight with my cousin's family for this.

Wu Yulan was so guilty that she didn't dare to say more.

She was afraid that something would happen again just like the New Year, so she could only take Zhong Xun to the airport with her.

"Xiao Xun," Wu Yulan said, holding Zhong Xunbai's soft little hand, "Auntie will bring a brother over to play with you, okay? My brother will stay at home for a week, and you will help Auntie take care of him."

"Brother?" Zhong Xun raised his head in confusion.

Wu Yulan smiled.

Chu Tingdong had already started practicing figure skating at that time, and Chu Henglin also enrolled him in dance classes. He was slightly taller than children of the same age, thinner, with straight shoulders and back, which made him appear taller.

Zhong Xun hugged the little white dog, and Wu Yulan pulled him in front of him. She stared blankly at him with round eyes, thinking he was a big brother.

Chu Tingdong glanced at his fluffy eyelashes and soft curly hair, without saying a word.

"Brother." Zhong Xun called him obediently.

"En." Chu Tingdong turned his head.

Seeing that they had greeted them, Wu Yulan took them home and bought vegetables along the way, as well as a few catties of fresh prawns.

"Xiao Xun, take brother to watch TV." Wu Yulan said.

Zhong Xun grabbed Chu Tingdong's hand, his hand was soft, Chu Tingdong paused, but didn't break away, for fear of making the child cry, it would be very troublesome.

"Brother," Zhong Xun kicked off his slippers and sat next to Chu Tingdong on the sofa. He didn't wear socks, his feet were bare, and his rosy toes curled up. He told him, "Auntie is making small fish cakes." .”

Chu Tingdong didn't care about what to eat, he took out a primary school math workbook from his schoolbag, and bowed his head to do the questions.

Zhong Xun looked at him eagerly, holding his own small water bottle for him to drink, and said softly, "Brother, I will take care of you."

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong ignored him.

When Wu Yulan prepared the meal and brought it over, Chu Tingdong discovered that the small fish cake Zhong Xun had mentioned was fried shrimp. The shrimp had been chopped off from the head and tail, wrapped in bread crumbs, and fried into a small golden-yellow round cake. cake.

Wu Yulan finished eating before them and went to clean up the kitchen.

"Brother, one for you and one for me." There was still a little fish cake left on the plate, Zhong Xun knelt on the chair to divide it, and at the end of the division, there was only one left, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

Chu Tingdong didn't say a word.

Zhong Xun's face was troubled, then he handed it to Chu Tingdong reluctantly, and said in a low voice, "Brother still has one more."

He ate his own first, and with his finger in his mouth, he lay down at the table and waited for Chu Tingdong to finish eating, and then took a nap together.

His eyelashes are thin and dense, trembling, staring at Chu Tingdong's bowl without blinking, his eyes unconsciously revealed deep longing, like a puppy.

Chu Tingdong didn't really want to eat it that much, but inexplicably, as if wanting to bully him, he lowered his head and ate it.

Zhong Xun swallowed and pursed his lips, his lips were rosy, as if he had eaten it himself. Seeing Chu Tingdong looking at him, he gave Chu Tingdong a flattering smile.

Chu Tingdong suddenly regretted it.

After Zhong Xun returned home this time, he was not so clingy, but he was very clingy to Chu Tingdong. He hugged the little white dog and followed him around every day, even squatting at the door waiting for a bath.

"Brother, brother."

Chu Tingdong was a little annoyed, and when he went to the bedroom to take a nap, he shut the door of him, and after about ten seconds, he opened the door again.

Zhong Xun hadn't left yet, squatting at the door, his face was about to cry, tears were hanging on his eyelashes, he stared stupidly at him for a while, then laughed again, his eyes were shining, the rims of his eyes were still red, He whispered coyly, "Brother."

He followed Chu Tingdong into the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, and hugged Chu Tingdong tightly.

Chu Tingdong was doing math problems, and felt that he should also do some problems, so he asked him, "What is eight plus nine?"

"Uh..." Zhong Xun pinched his fingers, but they didn't come out. It wasn't enough. His face was red, his lips were pursed a little, and his curly hair was drooping. He said in a daze, "I don't know, brother."

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong was speechless, where did his mother pick up this little idiot?

But Zhong Xun didn't think he was an idiot, he hugged Chu Tingdong's arm, knelt down, raised his buttocks, lay on Chu Tingdong's body, took Chu Tingdong's hand and put it on top of his head, rubbing it back and forth , "Brother, rub it."

Chu Tingdong didn't want to rub it, but he was afraid that he would cry, so he rubbed it. His hair was very soft, like petting a puppy. It felt so good, he couldn't help rubbing it again.

Zhong Xun followed him all day long, he did his homework, Zhong Xun hugged the puppy, sat on the small bench and waited for him to finish writing, then went to eat small fish cakes together, went downstairs to play, came back to take a bath, and went to bed, in short, just to follow him him together.

Even Wu Yulan didn't expect that Zhong Xun would be so clingy to Chu Tingdong, even before being sent away, if she was busy, Zhong Xun would obediently play by herself.

But at night, Zhong Xun made a fuss for the first time, he was not very obedient, and insisted on sleeping with Chu Tingdong.

Wu Yulan was a little embarrassed, she knew that Chu Tingdong didn't like other people sleeping with him, and she didn't want to wrong Chu Tingdong.

During this time, Zhong Zhonglin was not at home, she let Chu Tingdong sleep in Zhong Xun's bedroom, and she took Zhong Xun to sleep in the master bedroom.

"It doesn't matter," Chu Tingdong said, "it was his bed."

He agreed, so Wu Yulan had no choice but to leave Zhong Xun behind. Zhong Xun shook his feet and shook off the slippers. His face was pale and red, with tears in his eyes, and he wanted to take the puppy to bed with him.

But the bed was already small, afraid that he would fall in at night, Chu Tingdong sat on the head of the bed, stared at his furry eyelashes, lowered his eyes and said, "There can only be one puppy on the bed."

He said it so calmly that Zhong Xun didn't realize it at all, he is not a puppy.

He turned his head and reluctantly put down the little white dog, then crawled forward, lifted the quilt and got in, and hugged Chu Tingdong's neck tightly.

"Brother," Zhong Xun was almost lying on his chest, rubbing his tender and soft face against his neck, and his curly hair also came over, raised his head to look at him, and asked in a daze, "Brother, I will be your puppy , can I go home with you?"

During the day, he heard Wu Yulan say that his brother was leaving tomorrow.

"No." Chu Tingdong felt that he was too stupid, his face was cold, but he rubbed his hair with his hands.

"Oh." Zhong Xun said sullenly with his cheek buried in his neck.

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and kissed Chu Tingdong, it was wet and soft, like being licked by a puppy.

It was the first time that Chu Tingdong was kissed by a child, he was slightly stunned, then sullenly told him, "You can't kiss others casually."

"Oh." Zhong Xun covered his mouth obediently.

Chu Tingdong was on the plane the next morning, Zhong Zhonglin sent him and Wu Yulan downstairs, Zhong Xun also ran down, and even one of the little sandals flew away.

"Xiao Xun, say goodbye to brother." Wu Yulan taught him.

But Zhong Xun didn't make a sound, his eyes were red, staring at Chu Tingdong, and the suitcase behind him, his lips were also pursed red.

The eyelashes trembled, and tears began to shed, a little choked up, pursed his mouth, and whispered: "Brother, I also want to go with you."

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong paused, and rubbed his head with his hands.

Zhong Xun cried harder, the tip of his nose was red, he kept crying, his eyes were wet, he ran after Chu Tingdong's car, and wanted to stuff the little white dog into Chu Tingdong's hands.

Chu Tingdong didn't want it at first, he felt that his tears and snot were still on it, but he hesitated, and reached out to take it.

-

Zhong Xun put his hands on Chu Tingdong's shoulders, and leaned his cheeks. He was about to get home. Jiang Bin didn't know who was setting off fireworks outside the car window, and it was reflected in his pupils, as well as on Chu Tingdong's face.

"A lot of people set off fireworks here during the Chinese New Year." Zhong Xun remembered seeing them when he was a child.

He leaned over to look, and couldn't help but sneak a glance at Chu Tingdong.

They were too close, their warm breaths were intertwined, Chu Tingdong's thin lips were tightly pressed, the lines were cold and beautiful, Zhong Xun leaned on him, and he could still hear his steady heartbeat.

Song Yijin asked him how far he wanted to chase, and he thought it was at least as far as a kiss on the mouth.

Otherwise, if you don't pay any price, and if you do it too fake, Chu Tingdong won't believe that he really likes him, and Zhong Zhonglin might be able to see that something is wrong in the future.

Moreover, at night, the bus is deserted and the fireworks are shining outside the window. The atmosphere is so good that it is impossible not to kiss anyone.

But he has grown up so much, he has never doubted his sexual orientation, and he is still a little bit hesitant to kiss a boy suddenly.

Chu Tingdong raised his hand, trying to push him away, but accidentally touched his hair with his fingertips.

He remembered that the little white dog was brought home by him. Chu Henglin didn't care about these trivial matters, and the nanny would not throw his things away, so he should still be at home.

He touched the soft curly hair with his fingertips, frowned slightly, paused for a few minutes, struggled, finally couldn't hold back, reached out and rubbed.

Zhong Xun grabbed his shoulders, his eyes were dazed, his mind was tangled, but he couldn't hide things, and now he is still drunk.

A little sober, but not so sober, the expression on his face was also a little tangled.

The lips were pursed, and the lips were pursed again, round and rosy, then pursed, and then slightly raised, with a naive look, like wanting to kiss but not daring to kiss.

Chu Tingdong looked at him for a while, turned his head, and suddenly gave a low laugh.

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