Olives

Lan Zhou was drunk.When Liu Yadong returned, he was leaning on the sofa with flushed cheeks, staring blankly at the screen.On his cheeks and thighs, a few little hands played by girls from Chunshuitang stayed.Chatting and drinking, it was past midnight.

At the base of Dong's wall, Lan Zhou was holding a telephone pole covered with the words Urgently Unlocking the Lock, and vomited.He almost bowed into a shrimp, Liu Yadong kicked his ass behind, and said: "I think you are quite strong if you are brave."

Lan Zhou wiped his mouth with his sleeve, he tilted the hedgehog's head, and pointed at him with wide eyes: "If you touch me again, I'll kill you."

"Okay! You're going to kill me." Liu Yadong laughed, stretching out his hand to grab his face: "What about the red square and the blue square? They're so awesome and energetic. I'll give you a drink. Come on, give me a try." .”

Lan Zhou naturally struggled.When the restraint was loosened a bit, he made a gesture to kick, but Liu Yadong cut off his arm joints and tripped him to the ground.Lan Zhou lay on his back in the snow all at once, his eyes were disturbed by the alcohol so that they were not so clear, and they focused slowly, unable to see blame or anger, then glanced away erratically, and closed them exhaustedly, as if turning over Like falling asleep in the snow.There are few people on the street, and occasionally there are electric three-wheelers carrying goods dangerously, rolling out two parallel shallow ruts.

Liu Yadong squatted down, stared at him, pinched his hot cheeks and the tip of his nose, and then flicked his tight brows with his index finger, making a "da" sound.

Weird emotions surged in the body, and the heart floated upward.Liu Yadong yelled "Shezhe", and Lan Zhou responded with a short murmur.

Liu Yadong smiled and asked again: "Falled? Hey, are you still killing me?"

Lan Zhou fell silent.

He ran away.How could he hug Wu Qimeng?He's not a—what.

Liu Yadong ducked his head down and ran out of the toilet, into the dark corridor, looking back, Wu Qimeng didn't follow.He paused, unable to breathe for a while like the rest of his life after a catastrophe.After the reprieve, he was so annoyed that he threw his fist at the wall and fumbled for cigarettes.

Liu Yadong dragged the Lan Zhou for two meters, and found that the man had fallen into a half-dream state of disorientation.He bent down, tied his arms around his neck, bent his legs, hugged his knees and shrugged, lifting him up.

Because of his thinness, Lan Zhou's whole body was stiff, and carrying him was like carrying a bottle of wood plastic.But his breath was slightly hot, brushing against his neck, covering that small piece of skin red.Liu Yadong walked slowly, looking back from time to time to see a series of crooked marks on the back of his buttocks, getting deeper and more irregular.

Hou Aisen brought a second-hand microwave oven for the three of them the day before yesterday, and it buzzed when it turned on, as if it was going to explode. Betting that the dog got 50 yuan of water money with this scrap of copper and iron, he was picking his teeth. is the tip of the iceberg.Hou Aisen warned that this old city was built on the lines of more than [-] years, and an extra tile would easily turn your face into a bad look, so don't use it easily.Liu Yadong thought to himself, why do you still move here to occupy the land, as expected, the three of us only live in a utility room.Holding the key in his mouth, Liu Yadong stretched his finger into the crack of the door, fumbled for a while, and flicked the latch.He kicked the door with his toes, buttocks first, and slapped the wall with one hand. The light on the hanging button was brightly lit, and with a soft "beep", it suddenly went dark again.

The light bulb is at the end of its life.

I swung him into the bed in the dark, and there was still warmth on my back.Liu Yadong fell into it too tired, he couldn't tell what time it was, he was both sleepy and awake.He and Lan Zhou haven't discussed clearly how to sleep in a bed. One person on the left and one on the right is the simplest compromise.Liu Yadong is now lying down next to him, shoulder to shoulder.He looked down at the broken tungsten bulb.There was a tendon in the back of my head, which was tightening and releasing.

"You're not here. Besides drinking that whiskey, they also ordered beer."

Lan Zhou lay down on his side, and spoke in a weak voice: "Drinking together made me faint, and now you are spinning around in front of my eyes, four shadows stacked on top of each other, still swaying."

"I also swayed, did I just stop?" Liu Yadong turned his head and got closer to him, "Next time, just say you don't know how to do it."

"Who said I didn't say it, I said it several times, three or four times." Lan Zhou rubbed his eyes, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "But without you, I don't know what to say. There are several of them, and they keep using this The cup persuaded me to drink it, some of them were women, and I didn’t count them, anyway, I drank many cups. It’s useless to say next time, I’ve already drank it once.”

"You can't do without me?"

He babbled on and off, and Liu Yadong singled out this sentence.

"what?"

"I said you can't do it without me." Liu Yadong turned over and lay on his side, looking at him.

Lan Zhou was about to fall asleep just like that, he muttered affirmatively: "No..."

Liu Yadong slapped his face just to keep him from falling asleep, but it was exactly like touching.Liu Yadong asked: "Why?"

Lan Zhou didn't speak, and you didn't know whether he was thinking about the problem in silence, or his mind stopped at all.

Liu Yadong was inexplicably anxious and unwilling to reconcile, he pressed his bent knee against his stomach and said, "Hey!"

Lan Zhou's eyelashes trembled: "...what are you doing?"

Liu Yadong moved in gradually, his eyelashes were drawn down, and he could see his chin from the tip of Lanzhou's eyebrows.

Lan Zhou's self-esteem is still quite strong, and he never put the porcelain jar of Yashuang on the table again when he came here.Wu Qimeng next door brazenly used perfume, lipstick, and dared to put women's underwear and sanitary napkins on the bed, even though he didn't need them.Lan Zhou felt ashamed of the slightest symbol of femininity.Not only does he not put it on, he also tries not to use it as much as possible. If it doesn't hurt until it gets cracked, he will endure it as long as he can.His face was still clean, but a little weathered.As a result, the fragrance was a little bit weaker, and Liu Yadong could only smell a short wisp when he got to such a distance.

Liu Yadong stretched out a rough finger, and he couldn't help sticking it to it.

Lan Zhou's nostrils fluttered, and he felt something cool and frivolous touched the water, moving down from top to bottom, drawing a line on his cheeks, connecting his facial features.He could smell the quiet and cautious atmosphere.He wasn't annoying, or uncomfortable, and for no reason, he opened his eyes.All at once, he could see a bang in Liu Yadong's heart, as if something was already in danger and suddenly fell.

Liu Yadong hugged Lan Zhou.

That's not even called hugging, it's called strangling, like a martial arts school using jute rope to tie disobedient students.Lan Zhou's chin was pressed against Liu Yadong's rigid shoulder, like a sword in the throat, so dangerous that this action has no tenderness.Lan Zhou was half awake and half dizzy, staring at the black hole in the room, being tightened and loosened by Liu Yadong, tightened and loosened, tightened... His arm muscles were all tensed, as if he had self-awareness, He was thinking deeply about the crisis, and was struggling with his head in his arms.

Lan Zhou's body reacted more quickly than his drunken mind, and he leaned slightly towards him in a gentle arc.He was in a whispering posture, but it was more intimate than whispering, his dry mouth completely covered Liu Yadong's earlobe.At the moment, his tongue is not straight, it is so weak that he yelled a slightly thick sticky pulp: "...what are you doing?"

A hand ran slowly down the groove of his spine.Liu Yadong's tone was excited, but also horrifying: "——Chuan'er!"

Liu Yadong's crotch thrust forward, Lan Zhou almost thought it was a sword in his stomach.

Mansion, Jiao Liru is more thoroughly drunk tonight.She was sitting in the living room, staring at Hu Ziqiang empty-handedly, letting him support her shoulder blades, and slowly put her down on the leather sofa.The crystal chandelier shook her eyes: "Xiao Hu?"

"Li, sister Liru."

Hu Ziqiang stood upright by the side, panicked, rubbing his hands like a fly, rubbing them repeatedly, rubbing hard, chanting, and never being able to pronounce these three words smoothly, as if it was burning his mouth.

"Old Su can just send me off, how are you going to go back now?"

Jiao Liru kicked off her right leather shoe with her left foot, and then kicked off her left foot with her right foot. She bent her legs covered by glass stockings.Hu Ziqiang bent down to straighten her pair of sheepskin high heels, pointing the toe of the shoe towards him, and whispered, "...Brother Tu Wen borrowed my motorcycle."

Jiao Liru tilted her head and looked up at him, nonchalantly, and asked with a slight smile, "You know it? It's frighteningly fast."

"It was only yesterday, and it's still not very stable..." Hu Ziqiang touched the tip of his nose, "But if you insist on riding, there will be no problem, and I dare not ride fast."

"You can only hold it if you are tall, so next time... you can also give me a ride. Let's go for a drive on the Lianma Bridge." Jiao Liru threw her arms and pointed to the kitchen: "There is a bucket of milk in the refrigerator, pour it for me." Is it okay to have a cup? Microwave it for 1 minute, and I'll wake up."

"Okay." Hu Ziqiang turned around and walked quickly.

"I'm a white ceramic cup, in the cupboard on the right hand." Jiao Liru looked at his back, and the green pheasant was tall.

After coming out of the kitchen, the crystal lamp has been turned off, and the surrounding yellow downlights are on.Jiao Liru unknowingly shed her whole body.The pendant and chain were all removed, and the long neck was bare, only decorated with blue meridians and a few small moles.The one near the chin is the most eye-catching, and Hu Ziqiang glanced at it for a while.She was wearing silk pajamas with a touch of pearl on the surface, matching her shiny forehead.Her long and thick black hair was loose, covering her shoulders, and it smelled lightly.The makeup was not removed, and it was lightly applied. In short, she was very feminine, with a gentle and soft beauty.

Hu Ziqiang swallowed with a gurgling sound, choking so hard that his throat hurt.He hurried over to put the cup down, and brought it down as soon as he withdrew his hand.

Jiao Liru was reaching out her hand, and Hu Ziqiang grabbed it: "Hot!"

Jiao Liru's hands are pampered and pampered, and they are like lumps of fat, even soft and sticky.

At first, Lan Zhou didn't think that the hug meant anything, he was so drunk that he thought he was cold.He remembered that he rarely behaved like this begging for mercy.But if a person only plays and laughs in front of him, he doesn't need to say it clearly, he will pick himself into a special position. Lan Zhou is secretly happy about this, but he pretends not to notice.

It is normal for a family in Southwest China to have several boys and girls. They are considered a group that is not fully evolved and not subject to policy constraints, but he and Hu Ziqiang's family are only children, and they often felt lonely and different from their peers when they were young. out of place.The same no mother, and the father suffers from infectious diseases that are extremely unworthy of sympathy. The relationship between the two is getting stronger day by day, and there is a lot of mutual compassion and sorrow for each other.

But he and Liu Yadong are not all, the relationship between them seems to be based on instinct.

He didn't know what Liu Yadong felt about himself, what he felt about Liu Yadong was some timidity of pride, stubborn self-preservation, and hunger for being cared for, in short, he couldn't agree on what to do.He deciphered these his weaknesses one by one, but unfortunately he didn't have a heart of stone, and he was still so small and incompetent that he didn't look good, and he always pampered him in an old-fashioned way.He cherishes Liu Yadong, he is not a man at all, it is a secret that cannot be explained by Zichou Yinmao.He indulged him, not because he was cowardly and without temper, but also because——

The silent Jiao Liru gave Hu Ziqiang a feeling of sluggishness and emptiness. The dim light shrouded her, fading away like mist spreading in the mountains.He carelessly indulged in it, maintained a loyal and dull look, and stared at her rigidly by the sofa.He guessed that every woman should have such a moment, and have this moment of fragile silhouette.A shiver ran down his spine.He also drank a glass and a half, and he could say that he was drunk. He was only eighteen, and he was still very young. Everyone should forgive his impulsiveness, his hatefulness, his lust, and his inability to restrain himself.Jiao Liru closed her eyes and stroked her temples, her curly locks of hair hung down on her left shoulder as if tired.

Hu Ziqiang tremblingly stretched out his hand to hook it, circled it around, and the tip of his hair slipped around his fingertips.

When Jiao Liru opened her eyes to look at him, there was a sharp twitch in his chest, a twinge of pain for two seconds, followed by a lingering pain.The so-called atrial fibrillation premature beat arrhythmia, I don't know if it feels like this.He saw the torrent of emotions rushing into Jiao Liru's eyes, and when he was just a few feet away from engulfing and overturning him, it disappeared silently and quickly, leaving a large wet mark on his beach.As the incense sticks were about to go out, he felt resentful and dissatisfied, just like when he failed to get a pair of fashionable sneakers from his father.Jiao Liru twirled her hair indulgently, and said with a smile, "Little Maotou, don't touch it, go back."

As a result, Hu Ziqiang only had her slim figure in his eyes.She has no horns or edges, a streamline that can only be shaped by the impact of running water for a hundred years, from neck to chest, peaks and valleys, but the whole body reveals softness and relaxation.The slightly protruding flesh around the waist seemed to be so smooth and greasy.The temperature at the tip of the nose is warmed up by Gu Zi, and the sweetness is also fermented quickly.

Hu Ziqiang acted boldly, touched her unwillingly, and said quickly in a daze, "Sister, you smell so sweet."

The relationship is only one step away-Hu Ziqiang exhausted his courage and chose to be a demented hooligan, a despicable rascal, no different from any exhibitionist in the streets and alleys.The only thing left is her reaction, whether to continue to tolerate, to act like an elder, to be a mother's heart; whether to be fierce and furious; or to be eager... I dare not think deeply about this, he is afraid that his physiology will be out of control .It was as if the pressure in the entire space was condensed and swept in, making Hu Ziqiang's eagerness to move turned into a great grief that he didn't understand, and his confused thoughts wandered.

"What are you talking about?"

Jiao Liru said angrily, hooked Hu Ziqiang's waistband with her index finger and middle finger, and slammed him in front of him forcefully.

Listen carefully: Jiao Liruyin walked up, her anger was doubtful.

When they realized that there was something wrong with each other, the two of them became clear for a moment, and they kept each other's secrets in silence.Lan Zhou can no longer hide in the toilet like last time, and he himself has an erection. In theory, the two of them are called accomplices, and neither of them can get it out.The deflated light bulb is like a head-turning motion—OK, I won't look at it, feel free.The two didn't run away from each other in panic and shame, but rather regarded it as a slightly drunken dream.It's all in a dream, how can there be duplicity, shyness, cowardice and incompetence?In my dream, I want to be an incredible "hero".

In fact, you can rely on yourself if you turn your back, but Liu Yadong is reluctant.Lan Zhou raised his head slightly, and was stung by the childish masculinity in his eyes in the dark.Liu Yadong closed his eyes in embarrassment, and fled, rubbing his hands on Lanzhou's thigh.The moonlight opened, and was covered by a thicker layer of flowing clouds. The outlines of each other became more and more gray in the blurred vision, but the taste between each other quietly became stronger and warmer.Liu Yadong suddenly spread his palms and pressed the bulge between Lan Zhou's legs. Lan Zhou moved back—moved back—moved back, and then hung most of his body outside.

His look, the slight panic, the helplessness, the anger, the confusion, the proportion of each emotion, he can accurately reproduce it, and he has such confidence in him.In his long-term impression, Lan Zhou is the reincarnation of animals in the jungle in the southwest, transformed into a human being, or an old monk who attained the Tao. Just like himself, he was silent, as if he hadn't woken up.Comparing Hu Ziqiang with him, his self-control is so poor!Until Liu Yadong saw that he got up early and changed his underwear.At that moment, he was relieved, and he knew that he must understand the embarrassment of confusion, as well as the joy of tingling scalp.

Liu Yadong pretended to be calm, but his voice was quite hoarse: "It's nothing, not all men." I don't know if he is saying that there is nothing wrong with erections, or he is looking for excuses for his impulsive reaction.

He put his hands back on his stomach, trying to turn over.

Because of this, Lan Zhou's hand moved forward and scratched his waist before it fell between his legs.

Hu Ziqiang couldn't breathe anymore, he was tense all over, he was out of his mind, he clenched his fists and panted heavily, feeling the extreme tenderness and flexibility of that piece of fat, it penetrated into his trouser chain like a snake, grasping Conquering his hot and hot youthful impulse, they started an intimate conversation.He didn't have time to think about what Jiao Liru was thinking now, and he couldn't figure it out, he wanted to kneel down in panic, he didn't dare to move, he stood upright like a poplar, all his thoughts followed her hand, clenched and loosened, Kneading, scratching and scratching, several big ups and downs, his whole body ached.But it was strange that such a well-rounded method made Hu Ziqiang feel so comfortable that he wanted to go to Penglai.The hot warmth spreading between her legs is still a kind of kindness, tolerance, and a pointing from her elder's position.

Jiao Liru stood up from the sofa and took a few steps forward, Hu Ziqiang hurriedly backed away, light and heavy, he staggered backwards as if limp.

Jiao Liru took him into her arms and pressed him against her chest, she was tolerant and lonely at the same time.With her other free hand, she stroked Hu Ziqiang's hot ear, and she said, "You can't rely on women so much in the future, child, you haven't grown up yet."

Hu Ziqiang sniffed her smell, put his hand around it consciously, and just wanted to ask in a daze: I am a child, so what is it if you treat me like this?

Especially silent, heavy breathing, it is considered disturbing.Under Lan Zhou's control, Liu Yadong's words surpassed the average, almost bursting into the sky.Lan Zhou intermittently went up and down, left and right, and his movements were as neat as wiping a porcelain vase.Surprisingly, Liu Yadong didn't feel the pain and anxiety of the conflict between soul and body last time. Instead, he passed through the tsunami directly, and his mind became blank, as clean as snow, unable to think.He can't even remember his surname at the moment, he just remembers Lan Zhou, and remembers that this person is decently bringing pleasure to himself.Lan's actions are so childish that there is no obscenity, and it makes people feel that he doesn't understand the symbolic meaning behind this behavior at all.

Liu Yadong didn't fully understand it, but he was aware of it and had a strong sense of urgency.So he wondered worriedly, why the hell would I want to hug and kiss at this moment.

Lan Zhou turned slightly to one side, and put one arm on Liu Yadong's chest. He was drunk and sleepy, and said in a sticky voice, "I'm so tired, my hands are so sore..."

Liu Yadong also shot very quickly.

Tu Wen and the others reckoned that they didn't come back until late at night, playing and playing, and Wu Qimeng sang Huangmei Opera with a high-pitched voice.