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

"It's crisp, clean, even warm."

Zhong Xun said this, but he didn't even believe it himself. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he lowered his head and kissed Chu Tingdong quickly, then slipped down from him as if nothing had happened, and opened the elevator door.

"I have to follow up tomorrow." Zhong Xun walked in with his arms around the little gorilla, raised his head and asked Chu Tingdong, "Do you want to go with me?"

He felt that Chu Tingdong would not want to play with Song Yijin and the others, even if there were several other students in the class, they were obviously familiar with him and Song Yijin.

"Yes," Chu Tingdong replied, "help you get your things."

Zhong Xun's lips moved, and he couldn't help but glance at him, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Song Yiling didn't know what hit him, so he put aside the Internet cafe and spent more than half a month with his friends at the hot spring hotel. Hearing that they were coming, he booked a room for them in advance, a double room for two, Of course Zhong Xun wants to live with Chu Tingdong.

He first sorted out the photos he took today, and deleted the ones he was not satisfied with. After Chu Tingdong took a shower, he ran to the bathroom in a hurry.

Then he ran out in less than 10 minutes and threw himself on the bed. I remembered to wipe my feet this time, but my hair was drenched with water, and it was only half-dried by blowing. As soon as I raised my head, I shook Chu Tingdong's body with water, and it was even wet. Math paper in his hand.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun was a little embarrassed and maintained the posture of rushing forward. He really didn't mean it, but he just couldn't do it well no matter what, and he couldn't pretend to be a lover.

After finally having a normal date, he didn't really want to make Chu Tingdong angry, so wouldn't it be a waste of a night for him.

What can I do if I let him get out again.

But Chu Tingdong didn't seem to be angry, Zhong Xun moved over slowly, Chu Tingdong didn't dodge, he grabbed the little orangutan and put it between the two pillows, Chu Tingdong didn't stop him.

Zhong Xun got his head in from under his arms and looked at the paper in his hand. He couldn't understand Hippocrates at all. Looking further down, he only recognized that the last question of the multiple-choice question was a cone.

Chu Tingdong lowered his head and filled in an option, stretched out his hand to scratch his chin, and asked him, "Do you want to do your homework?"

"Forget it." Zhong Xun lay down on him, his hair wet Chu Tingdong's pajamas, and hesitantly refused.

In fact, he didn't even plan to go to the college entrance examination. If Xu Chunhong insisted on forcing him, it would be enough for him to go through the motions. Apart from Chinese, he could make up a composition, and everything else was blind.

Chu Tingdong couldn't even get a fraction of it.

It's not like he hasn't thought about studying for a while, after all, no matter how he doesn't care, it's the third year of high school, and even the garbage school like No. [-] Middle School, the whole building of the third year of high school has a stronger learning atmosphere than before.

But for so many years, he hasn't listened to a class seriously. Now if he is asked to sit quietly and read a book for 5 minutes, he feels like throwing up.

Chu Tingdong didn't force him, Zhong Xun lay on top of him, flipped through the photos with the camera, and flipped forward to the one he took drunk at the ice rink. In the middle of the night, the cold and bright moonlight shone on the flannel cloth. On the silver-white steel coin.

Fucking someone is too fucking sentimental, Zhong Xun still remembers that when he took this photo, the ice rink was freezing at night and people were shivering.

He felt that he was like the steel coin that was thrown on the ground casually, and he could only look up at the moon. It seemed that he had the same shape, but it was actually a world of difference.

It was as if he and Chu Tingdong's report card were placed together.

He lay on his stomach with drooping brows, his chin pressed against Chu Tingdong's abdominal muscles, which were flexible and well-proportioned, at least six yuan, envious and jealous, he secretly stretched out his hands and pressed them.

It wasn't until someone inserted his fingertips into the hair, rubbed the hair, and pinched the spinous process of the back of the neck inch by inch, like stroking a cat and petting a dog, that he opened his eyes wide in a daze.

"You fucking..." Zhong Xun turned over, his bathrobe was twisted loose, his shoulders were as white as porcelain, and there was a red mark from the camera bag.

He lay on his back on Chu Tingdong's lap, staring at him embarrassedly and shyly, "Where are you shopping at cat cafes?"

Chu Tingdong laughed, pulled him up from his body, and hugged him in his arms. Now Zhong Xun had no choice but to sit on his lap holding the DSLR, and slipped again to sit between his legs.

His face was pressed against Chu Tingdong's chest, with Chu Tingdong's thin and strong arms behind him, he looked up at Chu Tingdong, his newly washed hair was more curly than usual, fluffy, messy, dissatisfied Tilt up.

"What else did you shoot during the day?" Chu Tingdong asked him leaning on the pillow behind him, with his chin resting on the top of his hair.

Zhong Xun handed him the SLR, Chu Tingdong glanced down at him, saw that he was indifferent, and then began to look through the photos, most of them were taken by the two girls, there were hundreds of them.

Chu Tingdong doesn't understand photography, but he just thinks the shots are very good. He was a little surprised. When he went to Zhong Xun's home for the first time, he thought Zhong Xun's camera was just a decoration.

He reached out and touched Zhong Xun's half of his face that hadn't faded from the bruise. He was no better than anyone else, and he looked at him like everyone else before.

I think he is capricious, superficial, naive, extreme, he thinks it out, and he may have a tendency to violence.

The top of Zhong Xun's head was itchy from Chu Tingdong's clear and shallow breathing. After a while, seeing that he stopped turning over, he turned to help him turn over.

With his back against Chu Tingdong's chest, he sat in his arms, his feet were drawn up and pressed under Chu Tingdong's calves, he couldn't be more satisfied with this position.

Unexpectedly, before flipping through a few photos, the guest shots during the day were gone. When he flipped forward again, Zhong Xun was stunned for a moment, his cheeks turned red immediately, and he wanted to cover it with his hand.

But the movement was too big, almost overturned the camera, like a guilty conscience, Chu Tingdong felt that something was wrong.

"Stop what?" Chu Tingdong smiled, held his wrist, and locked him in his arms. When his eyes fell on the SLR screen, he paused for a moment, and subconsciously pursed his thin lips.

He didn't even know when Zhong Xun took pictures of him. It was the cultural performance. He was called by Xu Chunhong to move things. During the break, he stood against the wall in the background.

In front of him are classmates who are coming and going, and the stage makeup on his face is very heavy, bright and vivid. Only he puts one hand in his pocket, tilts his head slightly, and holds a prop poster tube with the other hand, his neck is cold and white There is no blood, and the shadow of the brow bone is terrifyingly deep.

It's like tearing off his cold and reserved skin, taking out all the unhappiness, making people even think that this person is dead at a glance.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun also forgot that this photo was on his DSLR. He leaned on Chu Tingdong's shoulder and wanted to look at him nervously, but when he raised his head from this angle, he could only see his chin.

He told Chu Tingdong before that he didn't take good photos, but it was actually true. Quite a few people were very unhappy after seeing the photos he took.

Sometimes he does it on purpose, just like the old man and his wife before, the shots can be disguised, not all of them are real, but most of the time he just takes pictures, like Chu Tingdong's picture.

It cannot be denied that there is also the effect of his framing and deliberate rendering, but it will not reverse the mood.

"You're in a bad mood," Zhong Xun bit his lower lip, heartbroken, turned to face him, put his hands on his knees, and asked him in an awkward whisper, "Would you feel happier when you receive the flowers?"

Chu Tingdong couldn't help being dazed, looking at his beautiful and clean eyes, just about to speak, suddenly there was a movement from the next room, first suppressed and crooked, then gradually dripping recklessly.

"Fuck," Zhong Xun was stunned for a while, and then his ears burned. He is a pure and straight man, but he has never heard of such a scene, and cursed, "Damn, is this place not soundproof at all?"

Although it is a hot spring hotel, it is relatively old. When Chu Tingdong came in, he could smell a faint musty smell. The water stains on the bathroom walls were yellow, so it was not surprising that there was no soundproofing.

"Go to sleep." Chu Tingdong was also a little speechless, he had never lived in this kind of place.

"How do you sleep here?!" Zhong Xun quit. He got up and kicked the head of the bed. There was a bang, and the next door seemed to be frightened. It was quiet for a while, and then it got worse.

Zhong Xun suddenly caught fire and wanted to knock on the door as soon as he got out of bed, but when he got stuck in the middle of the trip, he turned his head straight and walked back.

Chu Tingdong held the math paper that he had just finished, feeling bad.

Sure enough, Zhong Xun kicked off his slippers and got on the bed, his cheeks were flushed, and he leaned close to him, his eyelashes drooping unblinkingly, his neck and collarbone turned crimson, and he said softly, "Why don't we try it too? "

He didn't give up on that idea, and he had to get it with Chu Tingdong until the end, otherwise Qi Zhong Zhonglin would not be completely angry, choosing a day would be better than bumping into the day.

"You don't want to be Plato with me, do you?" Zhong Xun stared at his face and asked suspiciously.

"Change to another place later," Chu Tingdong was not an experienced gay man, and couldn't stand such pungent bluntness, his Adam's apple moved slightly, rubbed the back of his head, lowered his head and kissed his eyes, trying to dissuade him, "It's too much here Dirty."

Zhong Xun was not appeased, he was still very anxious, and whispered, "Aren't all the sheets washed!"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had to hurry up, it took him so long to chase Chu Tingdong, and it felt more difficult to get this person out of the closet with him, wouldn't it take longer.

If Chu Tingdong didn't come out to him after the college entrance examination, then he would have no chance at all.

When he was in a hurry, the wound on his face seemed to be followed by burning pain, heartburn, hatred and resentment had already taken root in his lungs, sores formed, even the bones and flesh could not be gouged clean.

He was afraid of leaving time for Zhong Zhonglin to remarry, and when he thought of Zhong Zhonglin being happy, he felt that he was going to die, so he knelt up, pressed Chu Tingdong's shoulder hard, and wanted to kiss him regardless.

But he didn't know how to operate it. After being reckless, he became timid again. He pressed his lips and didn't know what to do next. He raised his thin red eyelids and peeked at Chu Tingdong.

If I had known it earlier, I would have taken a closer look last time, and now I am so at a loss.

The sheets still smelled after washing, Chu Tingdong didn't want to be so hasty, he didn't plan to seek Plato with Zhong.

But he intuited that Zhong Xun was not purely lustful, and wanted to have a further relationship with him.

He had no way of guessing what was going on in Zhong Xun's head, he could only feel that he leaned over to lick his lips like a kind of timid flattery, trying to be obedient, his fingertips clutched his shoulder very hard, and he was still trembling.

Chu Tingdong held his hand and pulled him to sit down. He really hoped that he could love himself a little more, not just this matter, but self-love is a bit too strong a term.

After deliberating, he pinched his chin, lowered his head and kissed his cheek, and said softly: "Didn't you say that you are very precious? Then change to a place worthy of you."

Zhong Xun was taken aback for a moment, the place where he was kissed suddenly became hot, and his whole body also became hot.

He felt that he was just being fucked by someone, so he closed his eyes and let it go, not to mention that this person was Chu Tingdong, if it was another man, he might not be able to accept it so quickly, or he might not be able to accept it at all.

He didn't understand why, Chu Tingdong treated him differently, so he didn't have a particularly strong feeling of being humiliated.

When Chu heard that he was very precious, he suddenly became reserved, stopped making trouble, squirmed to the side, retracted into his quilt, leaned his head on the little orangutan's belly, his face was too hot, he pulled up the quilt to cover it half face.

Chu Tingdong pinched his cheek, he hummed, lowered his head and kissed his mouth, he hummed too, and then he was slapped on the buttocks lightly and softly, which exploded, and he was about to slap back with his backhand.

He jumped up, grabbed Chu Tingdong's wrist, held down Chu Tingdong, and lay on top of him, he never thought why he was willing to cling to another boy like a koala, even if he grew up together Even Song Yijin's scalp would tingle.

"Just laugh secretly, if it wasn't..." He buried his cheeks in Chu Tingdong's shoulder socket, it was a very clean and cold smell, he uttered a half-truth with sleepy eyes, held back again, and snorted , "I must have fought with you a long time ago."

Chu Tingdong thought he was suffering from hysteria and didn't take it seriously. After his breathing gradually became even, he supported his shoulders and made him lie down properly.

As soon as Zhong Xun lay down, he curled up, hugged the quilt in his arms, and rubbed against his pillow.

Chu Tingdong didn't bother, so he let him sleep on it for half of the night. He was no longer sleepy after being disturbed. Even though he was a small dog, he turned out to be more noisy than ten huskies combined.

He sighed, reached out to take Zhong Xun's SLR, and wanted to take another look with complicated emotions.

Anyone who is cut open like this will feel embarrassed, especially because he has deliberately concealed it a little bit, and he doesn't want to be discovered, but he didn't expect him to be so unhappy in Zhong Xun's eyes.

He also didn't expect that the flowers that were forgotten by heartless were not heartless when they were sent.

He looked down for a few seconds, then went back to look at other photos taken by Zhong Xun. In the morning, the morning glow was like a soft mist, and the two girls walked in front with small straw baskets, smiling brightly. In the twilight, the brook is sparkling golden, and the scenery gradually recedes and slides down when sitting on the cable car... Zhong Xun already has a relatively mature style. The emotions that come out belong to the two girls, not sharp and sensitive like his other photos.

Chu Tingdong turned to the beginning again. He thought it was the most recent photo, but unexpectedly, with a slip of his fingertips, there was another photo.

He was slightly startled, remembering that when he was grabbing the doll just now, Zhong Xun seemed to have raised his camera.

The warm yellow light from the crane machine's built-in lamp reflected on his face, with a gentle outline from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose. It should be Zhong Xun pointing to him the little black orangutan, with a smile on his lips.

The little orangutan is really ugly, with short fur and black except for the paws, it is even a little scary, but Zhong Xun likes it very much, and his eyes are very bright when he looks at it.

The moment he turned his head to look at Zhong Xun, Zhong Xun held up his camera and took a picture of him.

It’s different from Zhong Xun’s previous shots, there is no split shot, it’s clean, bright, even warm, and even the light seems to be fluffy.

Zhong Xun was in a deep sleep, he tilted his head and bumped into Chu Tingdong in his sleep, frowned and muttered a few words, Chu Tingdong rubbed his blushing forehead, and fell asleep peacefully again .

Chu Tingdong held the DSLR, his palms were covered with sweat, and he lowered his eyes, he suddenly understood why Zhong Xun told him that he was going to fall in love with him, even though Zhong Xun himself might not know it.