Seduce a shy loyal dog

I really want to hug him

When "Going to the Mountain" was updated, readers had different opinions. Some people thought his story was illusory and had no idea what he was talking about.

But some people think that although this book is easy to read, there are no major ups and downs.

But after reading it, it is difficult for people to get out of it for a long time, as if a heavy stone is pressed on their hearts, and they are heavy and out of breath.

To these different views, Song Rong did not reply.

When he created this story, he just developed it according to his own wishes, without even a specific and detailed outline, the whole story seemed to be looking for that ending.

Think of it as a big dream, accompanied by regrets for life.

Zhang Jianshan always asked: "Liang Chunlai, will you disappear?"

Peach blossoms fell from his shoulders, among the pink petals all over the sky, Liang Chunlai smiled at him, but didn't answer, just asked him: "Jianshan, do you like spring?"

"I think spring is beautiful." When he was speaking, Liang Chunlai had a slight smile in his eyes, and his eyes were gentle, "You should also like spring more."

Zhang Jianshan was silent for a long time, he bent over and kissed the hickey on Liang Chunlai's neck, and said, "No."

The corners of Liang Chunlai's eyes were red, and he reached out to touch Zhang Jianshan's hair. The breath of intimacy was still strong, but Zhang Jianshan felt that something had slipped through his fingers.

He seemed to be unable to catch Liang Chunlai.

Conversations between them became rare, and most of the time, they were doing intimate things.

It seems that this is the only way, if the traces on Liang Chunlai's body are left longer, he will not disappear.

Liang Chunlai seemed to have lived on this mountain for a long time. Zhang Jianshan didn't know where he came from or what he wanted, so he had to ask him day after day, "Do you like me? Liang Chunlai."

Zhang Jianshan couldn't see the pleading and reluctance in his eyes, but those thoughts had already started to grow wildly, like vines, entwining Liang Chunlai.

But Zhang Jianshan didn't know that Liang Chunlai came from spring.

No one can really keep him.

Song Yirong typed the last word of the document, let out a deep breath, pressed his eyes, but his fingertips were wet.

At dusk, only the last vague outline of the setting sun was left. He walked alone on the country road, and there were not many traces of the brilliant rapeseed flowers.

The wilderness is empty, and the breath is filled with the smell of grass and trees.

After the fork in the road, the road is very wide, the setting sun is far away, and the light and shadow are changing, as if it is at the end of the road.

A black motorcycle came from the end of the sunset, and stopped in front of him after roaring.

The evening wind blew up the corners of his clothes, Song Yirong stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, his eyes shone slightly brightly, like a friend he had known for a long time, he asked, "Are you off work?"

Zhou Lang took off his helmet, revealed a face with deep eyebrows, and replied, "Well, I'm off work."

"Did you buy beer?" Song Yirong asked again.

"I bought it." Zhou Lang said.

When talking, their eyes did not stagger, as if they were looking at each other so naturally.

Zhou Lang's eyes are light brown, and his eyelashes are like fan feathers, casting a dense shadow under his eyes, giving people a very calm appearance.

Song Yirong stretched out his hand to hold his cuff, and asked, "Would you like to drink with me?"

Zhou Lang was stunned, his wrist bones felt hot, and he realized that he put the helmet on Song Yirong's head. It was a little big, but it was okay.

Zhou Lang said, "Let's go."

Song Yirong laughed inside, withdrew his hands and straightened the helmet, buckled it up, and stepped onto the motorcycle. He hugged Zhou Lang's waist skillfully and said, "Let's go."

Zhou Lang's hair seemed to be a little shorter, and the red behind his ears became more exposed. Song Yirong sat in the back seat and involuntarily reached out to stroke his hair.

Tough.

Zhou Lang's voice was brought to his ears by the wind, and he took the initiative to explain: "I went to cut my hair today."

Song Yirong hugged his neck, breathing warmly, "It feels very comfortable to the touch."

Zhou Lang's back tightened a little more, Song Yirong felt it immediately, retracted his hands in front of his body, and smiled softly behind him.

"Stop teasing me," Zhou Lang said in a muffled voice, "I'm riding a bicycle, so be careful."

Just chatting without saying a word, Song Yirong saw two rows of tall poplar trees standing beside the road. The trunks of the trees were tall and straight, as if towering into the sky.

If you only saw one tree, it would not be so visually shocking, but now there are countless poplar trees, which are also tall and straight, and also have luxuriant branches and leaves.

Zhou Lang slowed down and said, "This road leads to the market."

Song Yirong asked: "Are we going there?"

Zhou Lang said, "No."

After speaking, the speed of the car dropped completely, Zhou Lang stopped on the side of the road, and Song Yirong also got out of the car.

Holding the bag from the store, Zhou Lang pointed to a long and narrow staircase not far away and said, "Go down here first."

Due to the age of the stairs, there are some faults and cracks, and there are even a lot of green grass growing in a mess. It seems that few people have visited it.

"Has this place been abandoned for a long time?" Song Yirong couldn't help asking.

"Well," Zhou Lang said, "No one will come on weekdays."

The further you go down, the deeper the grass and trees, and there are even many wooden tables and wooden chairs that have been discarded at will, tattered, missing arms and legs, and covered with moss.

Song Yirong looked around and found it very novel.

Not far away is a school, Zhou Lang continued: "These abandoned desks were eliminated from that junior high school."

"Students love to play and regard this place as a secret base."

"But no one will come here tonight." Zhou Lang shifted his gaze slightly, and fell on Song Yirong's fair side face, "They have to study by themselves at night."

"So you can rest assured."

Song Yirong blinked at him, "What do you worry about?"

Zhou Lang paused and explained, "Don't worry about drinking."

"It's not that I did something bad..." He added in a muffled voice.

Song Yirong suppressed a smile and let out an "oh", then randomly found a piece of clean grass and sat down, looked up at Zhou Lang's chin, "You sit too."

The sun had completely set behind the mountain, the sky was dark, and the lights on the opposite side could be seen, Zhou Lang sat down beside Song Yirong, and told him in a serious tone: "Actually, at a later time, you can see the sky full of stars. "

Song Yirong said: "Then go back later."

Zhou Lang's face was hidden in the darkness, with the light behind him, it was hard to see if he was blushing, but he didn't speak aloud anymore.

The bag was put aside, Song Yirong bent over to get it, flipped through it, but first saw a can of Tangerine Slices, and then, two bottles of beer.

"Why did you buy this?" Song Yirong pretended not to care, took it out and asked, "Who loves it?"

Zhou Lang said honestly, "You."

Song Yirong was in a good mood and put the orange slices back into the bag, took out two bottles of beer, gave Zhou Lang one bottle, pried off the bottle cap, and took a sip first.

He drank very boldly, but was also embarrassed by being choked.

Song Yirong blushed and stopped coughing, pointed the wine bottle at Zhou Lang and said, "Cheers."

"Yeah." Zhou Lang took the wine bottle and knocked it lightly.

When Zhou Lang accompanies people to drink, he neither persuades more nor less, it all depends on the other party's willingness.

Song Yirong took a sip, and he took a sip with him.

Halfway through the drink, Song Yirong's body began to flutter, leaning unsteadily on Zhou Lang's shoulder, and said, "Zhou Lang..."

Zhou Lang replied, "Well, I'm here."

Song Yirong sniffed and asked, "Do you hate homosexuals... Do you think they are sick?"

The topic started strangely and suddenly, but Zhou Lang's answer was still serious.

"I don't hate it," Zhou Lang turned his head to look at Song Yirong, and said in a low voice, "No."

Song Yirong took another sip and asked indistinctly, "Then how old are you?"

"26."

"Married?"

"No."

"Is there anyone you like?"

Song Yirong pursued each question as if he was checking his household registration.

"Uh..." After a moment of silence, Zhou Lang said, "Yes."

"Does she like you?" Song Yirong raised his chin, knocked on Zhou Lang's shoulder blade, unconsciously rubbing the tip of his nose, "Do you like it?"

Zhou Lang said, "I don't know."

Song Yirong asked: "Why didn't you confess your love?"

Zhou Lang said: "Wait a little longer..."

That distance was too far and too long, and he hadn't been able to catch up yet.

Song Yirong asked: "But will she wait for you?"

Zhou Lang whispered: "I don't know..."

"Haha..." Song Yirong laughed with his eyes closed, the smell of beer melted into the aroma of grass leaves, and the air was filled with intoxication, "Idiot."

Song Yirong bit her lip and said slowly, "If you like it, tell her earlier."

After he finished speaking, he became completely quiet, and stayed motionless against Zhou Lang. After Zhou Lang drank the rest of the wine in the bottle, he also leaned his head to the left, leaning against Song Yirong.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the chirping of insects could be heard, Song Yirong's breathing was shallow, and he was rarely silent, Zhou Lang thought he had fallen asleep.

The moment the dark clouds just covered the moon, Song Yirong leaned against him and suddenly spoke.

"There are so few people who love him..."

It was like a sigh, the sound was extremely soft, but it was like a small stone falling into a pool of water, and the reverberation lasted for a long time.

Zhou Lang's hand hanging by his side was clenched suddenly.

I really want to hug him.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!