your boyfriend

The setting sun in the evening was so bright that it almost dyed half of the sky red. The residential buildings looked like small squares in Qin Jin's eyes at the moment, and the blue-gray bricks and rubble were covered with a thin layer of red.

An elderly voice came from the other end of the phone, calm and unhurried, with a bit of majesty due to a superior: "It's my birthday this Saturday, come back for dinner."

"Don't come." Qin Jin's voice was cold, and his eyes seemed to be condensed with ice that could not be melted, hiding anger, disdain and deep resentment: "It's been so many years without me, your birthday is still the same, why this time? Do you have to call me?"

"You!" The slow panting voice declared how angry the person on the other end of the phone was at the moment. He seemed to be trying to calm down his emotions, and after a while he suppressed his anger and said, "Come back, everyone in the family wants to see you, and so does your father." .”

"My Father?"

Qin Jin sneered, squinting his eyes slightly to look at the fiery sunset outside the window, the smoke from cooking at the end of the alley, the owners of food stalls hawking along the street came out one after another to take advantage of the city gate to get off work, a warm mist steamed from the steaming wonton stalls, pancakes The fruit and fried skewers are surrounded by people waiting for food.

And that dessert stand that is especially popular on a hot day——

Qin Jin glanced over and saw Meng Qinshi who was standing in front of the stall ordering. He was wearing a clean white sweatshirt and cotton sweatpants, carrying a black tennis bag and a black baseball cap on his head. She has short, neat and fluffy hair—it looks like she just finished training and plans to go home and take a shower.

In the setting sun, his slender figure was elongated, casting a mottled shadow on the bumpy concrete floor.

"Which father am I?" Qin Jin's voice was light and light, and he used his eyes to outline the outline of Meng Qinshi's figure back and forth, and then slowly said the following in a slightly mocking tone: "I don't have a father."

"Gu Zhihang!" The person on the other end of the phone broke out completely, and his heavy breathing and uncontrollable anger could be felt through the receiver.

"I'm not Gu Zhihang!" Qin Jin's voice raised a full octave, his delicate eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and his cold and deep eyes were filled with emotional ups and downs.His eyes were red, and after a while he said slowly, "I'm Qin Jin."

Then he cut off the phone and smashed it hard.With a bang, the screen of the phone quickly cracked into several pieces.Qin Jin squatted down slowly, covering his face tightly with his slender fingers, and his dark hair ran through his shiny and plump fingertips.

"No matter what, this child is the blood of the Gu family! Why are you so fussy!" The hale and hearty old man of the Gu family kept hitting the ground with his crutch in a deep voice.

"I care about everything? After doing such a scandal, do you still want me to not care about it? Where is my fucking face!" The man in the suit standing in front of him was full of anger, his eyes fixed on The young Qin Jin seemed to swallow him alive: "I don't have such a son!"

"Don't say it, don't say it." The woman's almost frenzied scream pierced the young Qin Jin's ear like a steel needle, and then she cried bitterly and hugged Qin Jin's small body into her arms : "I'll go, I'll take Hanghang with me, so it's okay, right?"

Qin Jin's side face was covered with cold tears, he looked at everything in front of him numbly, and said in an immature but cold voice, "But, I don't want to go with you."

"Hang Hang?" The woman turned her head to look at him with tears in her eyes.

He was like an emotionless puppet, his eyes shifted from his mother to his father, and then turned around on the old man of the Gu family: "I don't want to stay here either, just throw me away."

He was abandoned in this smoky, ordinary corner and lived alone for ten years.In the meantime, the mother's desperate suicide, the cold-eyed ridicule of his father and uncle, and the rumors lingering around him were all drowned out over time.

In the end, there is only boundless loneliness.

Qin Jin went into the bathroom and poured cold water on his face, took a towel that was hanging aside to wipe off the water droplets, then turned off the air conditioner and went out.

The small supermarket at the entrance of the alley puts up a signboard for today's special price, which says today's discounted fruits and vegetables, as well as milk and bread that are about to expire.The owner of the supermarket was a middle-aged man. He was staring at the computer watching the latest episode of the anti-Japanese drama.

Qin Jin walked to the innermost shelf, took two packs of soda biscuits, and stopped at the door of the cold drink cabinet, glanced from top to bottom for a moment, and then took out two dozen cold beers from it.

He piled these up in front of the cash register and tapped on the counter: "Boss, check out."

"68 yuan and eight." The boss saw the critical moment, glanced casually and reported a number, and then turned his gaze back to the computer screen.

Qin Jin took out his mobile phone, swiped WeChat payment, and went out with a plastic bag.

Under the night, the roof was illuminated by the only light. Qin Jin sat on the bench on the roof, with a half-drunk can of cold beer and three or four cans that had been emptied long ago.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, let out a long sigh, and his fair face was covered with a thin layer of red.The sticky wind blows away the fine hair on his forehead, and only at this moment can he express his emotions.

"Why are you here alone?" Meng Qinshi's voice sounded from behind him, and while he was speaking, he had already walked in front of him in three steps at a time.

Meng Qinshi sat next to him and stretched his legs. The smell of shower gel entered Qin Jin's nose along with the night wind, dispelling the smell of alcohol that was originally filling his breath.

Qin Jin turned his head and glanced at Meng Qin, his eyes blurred.

"Have you been drinking?" Meng Qinshi was quite surprised, he went to Qin Jin to sniff, but the latter avoided him impatiently.

Qin Jin pushed him: "Can't you drink?"

"Drink, I can drink." Meng Qin swayed his legs, and his eyes darted around the several beer cans lying crookedly in Qin Jin's hand.

One, two, three, four, quite drinkable.

Meng Qinshi took a can of beer from the plastic bag, bent his index finger, opened the lid of the can, sipped the circles of beer bubbles that came out along the mouth of the can, looked up at the starry sky, and let out a long sigh.

He turned his head to look at Qin Jin. The latter's delicately carved face was illuminated by the cold moonlight. When he raised his head to swallow the beer, his Adam's apple twitched, and his thin lips were stained with wine.

"Meng Qinshi." Qin Jin suddenly called out.

"Huh?" Meng Qinshi came back to his senses and looked at him with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Qin Jin turned his head to look at him, his eyes flickered, and he asked as if whispering softly: "Tell me, who am I?"

"You are Qin Jin." Meng Qinshi answered briskly with the corners of his lips raised.

"Really?" Qin Jin took another sip of beer and continued, "But they said I wasn't."

"Who?!" Meng Qinshi raised his voice a little, and then realized who they were in Qin Jin's mouth, and lowered his tone again: "It doesn't matter what they said. If you think you are, then you are."

Qin Jin hummed, and lowered his eyes. The dim light from the rooftop shone down, and his eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on his eyelids.

Regarding his life experience, Qin Jin has always been tight-lipped, and Meng Qinshi would not ask this indiscriminately, because he knew that it was the deepest wound in Qin Jin's heart, and it was the past that he didn't want to face.

It was getting late, the beer in the plastic bag was gone, and a row of more than a dozen bottles was filled. Qin Jin didn't know if he was drunk or not. He propped his head on one hand and his eyes were very clear. No, but if you listen carefully, you can tell that his breathing is disordered.

After all, Meng Qinshi was trained|taught by his father with wine-stained chopsticks since he was a child. A few bottles of beer were enough to keep him from being lost. He put the last beer can on the ground and looked back at Qin Jin.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to your room." Meng Qinshi put Qin Jin's limp arms on his shoulders, only to realize that the other party's whole body was scalded by alcohol.

Qin Jin replied vaguely, and the remaining trace of consciousness prompted him to shake off Meng Qinshi's hand and stand up unsteadily: "I can..."

Before he could make the sound of walking, his legs limp and fell straight down. Meng Qin groaned, and quickly reached out to catch it. Unfortunately, he overestimated his own weight-bearing capacity and underestimated his drunkenness. The weight of Qin Jin.

Boom——

Meng Qinshi fell to the ground and put his arms around Qin Jin. The latter's head was buried deep in his neck, and his hot, alcoholic breath lingered in Meng Qinshi's ears, like a light feather coming to him. Heart caressing back and forth.

It made him distracted, and he didn't know how many unsuitable images appeared in his mind.

"Xiao...Xiaojin...that...you first..." Meng Qinshi's heart was beating fast, and he stuttered for a long time without saying a word.

Qin Jin's mind was already in a mess at this time. He only heard Meng Qinshi call him, and lazily replied "um", and didn't hear the rest clearly.The brain under the influence of alcohol had given up thinking, only felt that the place he was leaning on at the moment was wide and firm, and he was unwilling to let it go.

Adolescents are already full of vigor, coupled with the effect of that little alcohol, Meng Qinshi quickly realized the changes in his body, there was a buzzing in his head, and his breathing became heavy.

When he realized it again, Meng Qinshi had already lowered his head and bit Qin Jin's lips tightly, the sound of intertwined breathing became more and more rapid, and the disorderly rampage made Qin Jin, who was originally dazed, frowned.

"Hmm..." Qin Jin's lips were licked and turned red, he let out a soft sigh, and finally opened his eyes slightly.

Those dark eyes were shrouded in a thin layer of watery light, and a blush spread from the corners of the raised eyes.After being pushed hard, Meng Qinshi reluctantly let go of him, lowered his eyes, and focused on the cinnabar mole on the tip of his nose.

When Qin Jin stared straight at Meng Qin, the other party wondered if he was going to pull out a ten-meter machete to chop himself up in the next second.

Meng Qinshi cleared his throat uncomfortably, and stammered, "Well...Xiao Jin, if you want to beat me...don't spank my face...tomorrow is the last day of military training Well, those who want to walk in the phalanx... the instructor asked me to go first..."

"Meng Qinshi." Qin Jin said quietly: "Let go, you've hit me."

The sound of flushing water came from the bathroom. Qin Jin sat in the living room with his eyes closed and rested. He drank a cup of warm water and turned on the air conditioner for a while before he finally pulled himself back from the edge of drunkenness.

Although it seems that it is not too awake.

Was that a sneak attack by Meng Qinshi just now?This guy actually took advantage of others?Should I be beaten?Why did you take it home and let him take a shower?

All the questions lingered in Qin Jin's mind, like barrages of bullets floating by, disturbing his thoughts.In the end, it was a mess and he was completely mashed.

After taking a shower and calming down, Meng Qinshi came out with his upper body exposed. After long-term exercise, his figure was particularly tight, with a lot of pectoral and abdominal muscles. A few drops of water slid down his chest, and finally met in the mermaid line.

"That...just now...we..." Meng Qinshi stood in front of Qin Jin, his tall figure blocked the light of the floor lamp, covering Qin Jin in his own reflection .

This was the first time Qin Jinchang saw a disheveled Meng Qin when he was so old. The time when he was a child when his pants were pulled off to reveal SpongeBob's underwear was not counted.Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, or maybe it was because of the throbbing of puberty, Qin Jin felt unprecedented embarrassment and anxiety.

He turned his head away and threw the bath towel at Meng Qinshi's face: "What are we? We ran out without getting dressed, who are you showing off to?!"