Seduce a shy loyal dog

whatever you want

The small cactus on the window sill has been carefully watered, sleeping in a small brown pot green and green, looking very cute.

When Fang Wenxiu returned home with the watering can, Zhou Lang had already returned, his tall body huddled in front of the narrow table in the living room, writing something at his desk.

Fang Wenxiu's footsteps were light, and she didn't disturb him when she saw this, she passed behind him quietly.

Zhou Lang still heard some movement, turned his head, and called her: "Mom."

Fang Wenxiu stopped in her tracks, "What's wrong?"

"The company wants to transfer me to work at the headquarters," Zhou Lang put down his pen. "The salary will be higher, but it will be farther away from home."

Fang Wenxiu didn't even think about it, "Then go, it's rare for a leader to value you."

Zhou Lang was silent and said, "Yes."

Fang Wenxiu also didn't speak for a while, she thought about it, and asked: "Do you want to rent a house to live in? Mom still has savings, so I can help you with it first."

Zhou Lang said, "No, I have."

Fang Wenxiu looked at him, and suddenly asked: "Are you going alone?"

Zhou Lang lowered his eyes and said, "Mom, do you want to ask Song Yirong if he will go with me?"

Fang Wenxiu pinched her palms and closed her mouth, the flesh on her face was tense.

She just can't get over that hurdle. Whose child didn't come over step by step, get married step by step, marry a wife and have children, and follow the path of the older generation in an orderly manner?

How come she was born into this situation, and she made such a fool out of it.

But Zhou Lang stood up, walked up to Fang Wenxiu, lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "Mom." He called again.

Fang Wenxiu's heart trembled, and she clenched her hands even tighter.

Zhou Lang said: "Your son has no merits, and even the most vulgar money can't be given much. If I hadn't met Song Yirong, I might really stay alone in this place for the rest of my life."

"Song Yirong was born to live a good life. He followed me and only endured hardship." Zhou Lang's voice became hoarse. "But he still followed without hesitation. He never thought of getting any benefits from me."

Zhou Lang's eyes were one of the few that turned red in front of his mother, those eyes that were almost the same as when he was a child, in Fang Wenxiu's eyes, it was a heart-wrenching pain.

Zhou Lang said in a low voice: "But I always make him sad."

It's not that she doesn't know how much her son has suffered, but she just wants her son to be like everyone else, free from the restrictions of those societies, and walk an upright path.

Fang Wenxiu couldn't figure it out, and her chest was hissing like a dilapidated bellows. After a while, she raised her head and asked, "Lang, are you really sure?"

With calm eyes, Zhou Lang raised his hand slowly, touched his mother's silver hair, looked at her, and said, "Mom, I'm sure."

Fang Wenxiu clutched her chest, the chaotic thoughts in her head made her not know what to say for a while, staring at the resolute face in front of her, her eyes became hotter and hotter, and after a long while, she finally said: "I'm sleepy." I'm going to sleep."

The road is too difficult to walk.What's more, she is old and can't help much, and she doesn't know how many more years she can stay in this world.

No matter how difficult or far away the road ahead is, Zhou Lang can only walk it alone. If there is someone who can accompany him, it is not a bad thing to be with him.

She knew that she was stubborn and stubborn, and her son also followed her character, preferring to go all the way to the dark rather than change direction.

Staying in the bedroom, Fang Wenxiu was lying down, but her eyes were not closed. When the door opened and closed outside, she also maintained a very calm appearance, not even moving her eyelashes.

Forget it, just look for it.

No matter how bad it is, just raise another son...

Fang Wenxiu seemed to feel at ease, turned over, and faced the balcony, she slowly closed her eyes, dreaming of Zhou Dahe when she was young, and herself in a pink dress among the blooming flowers.

At that time, young people were young, and they could do whatever they wanted.

Song Yirong had already given Zhou Lang a copy of the door key, so that even if he squinted his eyes while sleeping in the room, Zhou Lang could still come in.

But he didn't expect that Zhou Lang would come so late today, and Song Yirong was startled when he touched a piece of warm skin while he was half asleep and half awake, and he lost sleepiness for seven minutes.

Hastily stretched out his hand to turn on the wall lamp, but in the next moment, his fingers were interlocked and pulled back under the bed, Zhou Lang's hard Adam's apple rubbed against his shoulder, and he said in a low voice, "Song Yirong, are you awake? "

Song Yirong's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes blinked in the dark, "Why are you here so late?" He acted like a baby, "I was shocked."

Zhou Lang inserted between his fingers, gently rubbed the calluses on his fingers, and said, "I miss you a little."

Song Yirong moved, leaned closer, smelled the clean scent of soap on Zhou Lang's body, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "You only talk a little bit every time."

Zhou Lang gave a low laugh, his throat vibrated lowly, making Song Yirong's shoulders and ears a little soft.

"Do you want to live in another place?" Zhou Lang asked him.

"Where are you going?" Song Yirong said.

"I want to rent a house." Zhou Lang whispered in his ear, "It's right next to the company."

Song Yirong's first thought was: "Didn't your parents say anything?"

Zhou Lang "hmm" for a moment, "I chatted with them."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Lang turned over and hugged Song Yirong, and asked, "Do you want to live with me? Song Yirong."

Song Yirong just laughed softly in his arms, and didn't say whether he agreed or disagreed.

Zhou Lang crushed Song Yirong's hair and said, "Although I'm not that good now, I will work hard so that you can live comfortably all the time."

Song Yirong didn't wait for him to continue, and pressed his lips with soft fingertips, and said, "I know everything, I agree."

Zhou Lang said: "The headquarters of the company is over there in Shuangyuan District. I plan to go and look at the houses nearby."

Song Yirong paused and asked, "Shuangyuan District?"

"Well," Zhou Lang asked, "what's the matter?"

Song Yirong exhaled and said, "My home is in Shuangyuan District."

Zhou Lang was also taken aback, but he quickly opened his mouth and said following Song Yirong's intention, "Then do you want to go home and live?"

Song Yirong shook his head, "Not yet."

Sensing Song Yirong's emotional change, Zhou Lang avoided the topic and said, "I'm on holiday on Saturday, shall we go find a house?"

Song Yirong smiled again, his eyes sparkled in the dark night, and said, "Okay."

Zhou Lang also smiled, and then leaned over to touch Song Yirong's soft lips.

At daybreak, Zhou Lang got up and got ready to go to work. Song Yirong lay on the bed and watched him put on his shirt. The muscles on his strong back were clearly defined, and the lines went down and extended into the waist of his trousers.

The overall look is very sexy.

If you ignore the cute puppy shorts.

Song Yirong squinted his eyes and admired it for a long time. Zhou Lang put on his clothes, turned around and kissed Song Yirong's face several times, and said, "Song Yirong, a new day, good morning."

Zhou Lang was very close, Song Yirong touched his Adam's apple and replied vaguely, "Morning."

After Zhou Lang went out, the cat took the lead, slipped in through the crack of the door, found the pillow, and lay down on his own.

Song Yirong rubbed his eyes, poked the cat's head with his fingers, "Lulu, what are you doing?"

The cat purred softly and rubbed itself against the pillow.

Today the sun is shining brightly and the sun is abundant, making the yard bright. Song Yirong washed the quilt and pillowcases, and set up a long rope in the yard to dry.

The sun has evaporated the smell of laundry detergent, and the yard is fragrant. The smell of the sun makes the nose itchy, but it is very comfortable.

The speaker connected to Bluetooth played slowly in the living room. It was a French ditty with a slow rhythm.

He sat cross-legged in front of the table, hugged a pillow in the shape of a puppy, and began to type. He was going to write the finale of "Going to the Mountain" today.

He said earlier that the ending was determined by him from the beginning, so it cannot be easily modified.

Some people have already found clues in the comments.

Tweeting uu: I was so scared when I saw it, don't leave in spring!

It’s raining heavily: The ending seems to be obvious, the author keeps hinting, but I’m still so sad…

The northwest wind is not good to drink: Baby Songrong, you are so cruel.

I'm a Beauty: Although it's not over yet, but... look forward to the episode!

Flowers Blooming and Falling: I don’t know how to say it, but this book has the style of the author, and it feels like a flow of consciousness. Depression is mixed with hope for life. It is not long, and it is worth reading.

Song Yirong withdrew from the comment area, settled down, opened the document, and began to write the final ending.

……

It was very dark tonight.

Liang Chunlai pestered Zhang Jianshan to ask for it over and over again, the sweat dripping from his neck hurt Zhang Jianshan's eyes.

Zhang Jianshan's heart began to beat violently, and he hugged Liang Chunlai very tightly with all his strength, almost wanting to integrate him into his own body.

Liang Chunlai didn't struggle or cry out in pain, just hugged him and said, "Jianshan, I'm very happy these days."

Zhang Jianshan went in a little more, trying to leave something in Liang Chunlai's body to prove that he had been there.

He never believed that Liang Chunlai would leave him, just like he never thought that he would not love Liang Chunlai.

Liang Chunlai gasped in his side ear, Zhang Jianshan's eyes were moistened by the good smell, Zhang Jianshan put the tip of his nose on Liang Chunlai's collarbone, and smelled it hard.

"Next year's flowers won't look good." Zhang Jianshan said in a muffled voice.

"Are you willing to part with me?" After finishing speaking, Zhang Jianshan spoke softly again.

Liang Chunlai is like a long flower stalk, held by Zhang Jianshan in his hand, the flower stalk is close to the skin, and the stamens hang down softly and fragilely.

Honey oozes in the flower core, but Zhang Jianshan feels unprecedented poverty, he sucks and bites, his heart hurts, but he is reluctant to let go.

Liang Chunlai smiled and stroked his hair: "It hurts me so much, little dog."

Zhang Jianshan couldn't speak, let go of his mouth a little choked up, and lay down next to Liang Chunlai, motionless.

Humans are predictive.

In the morning, clouds and mists rise in the mountains, and the sun hides behind the trees, and slowly reveals its brilliance. Liang Chunlai is neatly dressed, standing at the door, looking at the clouds, mountains, and fog.

Just don't look at Zhang Jianshan.

Zhang Jianshan stood behind him, watching his back silently.

As soon as the wind blew, Liang Chunlai's figure seemed to be getting lighter. Zhang Jianshan's heart was cut like a knife. He looked at his fingers and palm, and there was nothing on it.

The panic reached the worst at this moment, he stepped forward quickly, spread his arms, and wanted to hug him again, Liang Chunlai slowly turned around, looked at him and smiled again, and said: "See Shan, don't be unhappy. "

As soon as Zhang Jianshan's hand touched Liang Chunlai's clothes, the person in front of him turned into a cloud and mist, and the wind blew again, not even a trace of it could be found.

Zhang Jianshan had severe nerve pain and screamed, but woke up from the dream. The surrounding environment was familiar, and it was his home at the foot of the mountain.

He went up the mountain again to look for it, but he couldn't find the room where Liang Chunlai was.

People go to the mountains and empty.

dream.

Really woke up.

After hitting the last full stop, Song Yirong leaned back on the sofa as if exhausted, rubbing his eyes exhausted physically and mentally.

He was also in the dark when he decided on the outline of "Going to the Mountain", so he intentionally or unintentionally mixed his personal emotions into the work.

The tone of this book is gloomy, but then he met Zhou Lang again, so this work also infiltrated with light.

The ending has been decided, Song Yirong touched his sore eye sockets, and felt a little wet, but his heart seemed to soften.

He has certain feelings for the two protagonists. Although time and space are separated, when writing, he seems to be a bystander, experiencing these days together.

Do you want to write a side story...

Song Yirong was a little hesitant, he wanted to make Liang Chunlai and Zhang Jianshan happier, but now he didn't have any new ideas in his heart.

Had to delay it for a while.However, sharp-eyed readers have noticed that although the ending chapter has been released, Song Rong has not revised the ending status of the work.

This shows that there is still hope for everything.

Breaking away from the atmosphere of "Going to the Mountain", Song Yirong took a walk in the yard, returned to the room, and picked up his mobile phone. It was time for Zhou Lang to have lunch, so he happily sent a WeChat message.

The phone dinged and received a new WeChat message. Zhou Lang only glanced at it, and his ears turned red.

^^: Are you there, pet the puppy.

Zhou Lang's throat rolled, and he typed with a red face.

Zhou Lang: How do you touch it?

The author says:

Good afternoon everyone!

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