lovelorn too little

Zhou Ping was repairing a shotgun with a frighteningly strong recoil, and the customer was in a hurry, so he made an appointment with Zhou Ping to ask for it tomorrow morning.

Jay fell asleep, and there was only the sound of tools colliding in the room, without Lu Xinyi's chirping, it was rarely quiet.

The kid had been out all day today, and hadn't seen anyone since lunch.

As soon as she thought about it, Lu Xinyi ran in from the outside: "Ed! Come out!"

He walked to the door and saw that Lu Xinyi had already run back, and Ivan and Ivan were trying to drag a big oak tree in.The two tried their best to suck, but the oak tree didn't move at all.

The tractor that helped transport it was ready to leave, emitting black exhaust.

"Ivan and I just passed by the forest farm today to cut down trees, and Wayne said that because you helped him install the antenna, you don't need money, and you gave us a tree for free!" Lu Xinyi said excitedly, "I've thought about it, this Use it for this year's Christmas tree!"

Zhou Ping walked over, pulled him away from the fir tree, pulled him to his side, checked whether his hands were injured, raised his hand to help him wipe the sawdust on his face, and pulled the twigs from his hair while With a headache, he asked, "Isn't it just autumn?"

Lu Xinyi raised her face obediently, and said with a smile, "That's coming soon!"

Zhou Pingdao: "So we put a tree in the house for five months?"

Lu Xinyi's eyes blinked: "You can also put it outside..."

Zhou Ping stared at him and continued: "Maybe you haven't noticed, this tree is taller than our roof, I can make it shorter, but it's so thick, I guess it will be difficult for Jay's wheelchair Push it out."

"And." Zhou Ping rarely said so many words in one breath, and without temper, "the most important thing is that after five months, your Christmas tree may not have a single leaf left. Have you ever seen bald dead branches? Christmas tree?"

Lu Xinyi couldn't laugh anymore, seeing his face changing like turning over a book, Ivan poked him anxiously: "What's wrong?"

Lu Xinyi translated Zhou Ping's words, and now, together with Ivan, who was also very excited, their mouths were drawn into a straight line, and their eyes were drooping, turning into a frustrated expression of having made a mistake.

No one could understand why he would make such a stupid mistake.

"The two of us also spent 500 yuan to ask someone to bring the tree back..." Iwan said in a daze.

The big oak tree was full of branches and leaves. When it was thrown from the tractor, its branches and leaves fell all over the ground. The thick tree barred the entrance of the small courtyard. Lu Xinyi saw the exciting scene just now. Here, it can be regarded as a mess.

"I..." He slowly rubbed against Zhou Ping's side, pinching the hem of the windbreaker with his fingers, "You scold me."

The autumn wind with the fragrance of ripe crops blew over Lu Xinyi's head, caressed his fluffy hair, and lingered on his flushed face. Zhou Ping didn't say a word, he casually embraced Lu Xinyi with one hand, rubbed his thumb on his face, With the other hand on his waist, he frowned and stared at the huge oak tree in front of him.

"What are you scolding for?" After a while, Zhou Ping patted Lu Xinyi's head and pushed him lightly, "Go and open the door and take out the toolbox."

He looked back at Ivan, who nodded quickly and followed him in.

After Zhou Ping looked around the tree for two or three times, two depressed children came out carrying the toolbox.

There was an electrical certificate at home, but the tree was too big, and Ivan was too clumsy to rely on it. Lu Xinyi was not slow in his work, but Zhou Ping didn't ask him for any help. He just brought a box ruler or a pencil with him.

"Should I just burn it as firewood?" Ivan, who was squatting on the side, asked Lu Xinyi, "But it won't cost you 500 yuan to buy so much firewood."

Lu Xinyi held his chin and said, "I don't know, that's the only way to go."

Sure enough, Zhou Ping sawed the big oak tree into firewood, but he was very patient and only cut into small pieces. He spent the whole afternoon doing this. The semi-cylindrical firewood was burned one by one on the fire ignited by gasoline in the iron barrel. After one pass, the surface was scorched black, easy to store, and the entire wall was neatly piled up.

"I take back what I just said." Ivan said while moving, "If it is made into firewood like this, it may cost many, many 500 yuan."

Even though it is snowy in winter, the climate here is still very dry in nature. It can be burned in the fireplace after drying for less than a year. It can even be regarded as very high-grade firewood. Good things produced in small quantities are generally very expensive. no city.

According to Ivan's original idea, he split it randomly and roasted a few wild geese to finish it.

Now it really takes a lot of 500 yuan to buy it.

Lu Xinyi's depressed mood has mostly disappeared, but Zhou Ping's work is not over yet.

He changed some finer tools, and tapped on the two pieces of wood left over from before. When Lu Xinyi and Iwan made a table of meals and went out to call Zhou Ping, each of them had an extra piece of wood in his hand. Natural beer mugs.

The body of the cup has almost zero craftsmanship, with the original unevenness of the tree trunk, the mouth of the cup is polished flat, a layer of food-grade varnish is simply applied, and two wires are hooped. Carved a wolf and a deer with a hollow outline that can probably be seen.The Russian names of two people are written: Ivan, Andrei.

Simple, but good-looking.

Ivan blushed with excitement, and couldn't help saying "thank you", praising this cheap cup without expressing his meaning.

Zhou Ping was covered in sawdust. After moving his wrists, he shook the plastic cushions on his legs twice. When he got up, he hugged Lu Xinyi, who was quiet and silent, and together they took Ivan to the door.

When it was time to go to bed, Zhou Ping had already gone to bed, but Lu Xinyi was still there. After calling twice, he saw him sneaking in through the door.

Sure enough, holding the beer glass with the size of his own face in both hands, seeing that Zhou Ping was not asleep, and watching Zhou Ping's face, he carefully put the beer glass on the small cabinet beside the bed.

Zhou Ping glanced at it, and there was more than half a glass of milk in it.

New things were always hot, and there was no beer in the house, so he had to fill it with something else.

"Lu Xinyi..."

From his tone, it was clear that he wanted to teach others a lesson. Lu Xinyi quickly climbed onto the bed and said, "Beer glasses don't have to be for drinking beer, and, you told me, I want to drink milk with it, can't you?"

The more I spoke, the lower my voice became, and at the end the three words "Can't you do it?" were silent.

Zhou Ping dragged him to his side, pinched his chin and looked at it for a while before he said, "I didn't say no, but the freshly painted paint, should I let it sit for a few days before using it?"

"Oh..." Lu Xinyi had an unexpected expression on his face, and said dryly, "Oh..."

He lowered his head dejectedly, and he looked like this all afternoon. Zhou Ping couldn't help laughing, and pinched his chin to lift his head up: "It's getting more and more stupid."

Lu Xinyi was easy to push forward. Seeing that Zhou Ping was not aggressive, he immediately changed his expression, reached out and hugged his neck, leaned towards him, and said in a dragged tone: "During the day, I thought you were going to scold me again."

Zhou Ping held him in his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and stroked his hair: "When did you scold you?"

Lu Xinyi raised his breath and wanted to refute, but after a while he realized strangely that Zhou Ping really couldn't think of when to scold him.

Subconsciously, Zhou Ping has a bad temper and always gets angry with him, but when he thinks about it carefully, it seems that he has never really lost his temper with him seriously.

"You are so kind. You worked so hard today because of me." Lu Xinyi rubbed Zhou Ping's neck kindly, confessing his mistakes while showing loyalty, "I won't make you angry in the future."

Zhou Ping smiled again, this time for a long time, looking at Lu Xinyi with feigned anger in his eyes, and a faint smile floated on the corner of his mouth.

Lu Xinyi was young, with poor concentration, and soon began to ask for kisses on that handsome face eagerly.

The two were entangled together, and the pajamas were quickly stripped off. Lu Xinyi hesitated to grab Zhou Ping's hand that reached his lower back, and said in a stumble, "Do you want to do it today?"

Zhou Ping pressed him down, didn't speak, but pushed an angry penis to the base of his thigh.

Lu Xinyi seemed to have been scalded violently, his face was flushed red, and the hand holding Zhou Ping's wrist didn't use much strength at all. After a long time, he whispered as if discussing: "Do it lightly, okay? I, I ..."

Zhou Ping rubbed his nipples and asked, "Huh?"

"Can you listen to me?" Lu Xinyi tried hard to speak, "That is, I beg you, when I beg you, will you listen to me?"

It was a little too much at the beginning of last night. When Lu Xinyi was about to climax, she grabbed Zhou Ping's hair and wanted to kiss, but she had no strength. She just closed her eyes and wept. Both her eyes and mouth were red, and she was lying on her stomach after ejaculating. Shaking on Zhou Ping's body for a long time, he looked completely unbearable.

But when Zhou Ping called him, he immediately agreed obediently, asked him how he was, and said in a hoarse voice that he was fine.It seemed that he could do anything to him, as long as it was Zhou Ping.

Of course Zhou Ping let go of his hands and feet to torment him.

Finally, I ate breakfast in bed today, blushed when facing Zhou Ping, and ran away when I rested until I could get out of bed.

There was no expression on Zhou Ping's face, and Lu Xinyi was anxious. Unexpectedly, Zhou Ping agreed after a while: "Why not."

In the dead of night, he cuddled face to face in Zhou Ping's arms relying and submissively, his ass was pinched and fucked hard.

Zhou Ping has a big body, and he seems to be able to handle any posture with ease. After a while, Lu Xinyi couldn't do it anymore. He begged Zhou Ping to change his posture, but when he changed to a backward person, he choked up even more, and said he wanted to turn over.

Zhou Ping patiently turned him over again, Lu Xinyi lay on his back on the bed, Zhou Ping knelt between his legs, looked down at him, and touched his rough palm against his belly back and forth. The moving penis made Lu Xinyi's flesh tighten for a while.

"You...you move..."

Zhou Ping looked at him seriously, Wen Yan pressed his stomach and slowly pulled out the whole penis, rubbed it against the sensitive and constricted acupuncture point, and then slowly inserted it in.

It was too slow, the heat and veins of the stem were clearly perceptible, torturing the posterior acupoint inch by inch, Lu Xinyi let out a long moan, and found that Zhou Ping stopped again.

I had to beg again, begging him to move, move again.

After a few back and forth, Lu Xinyi was sweating all over. The tide and heat all over her body were tormented endlessly. Her blood vessels were brittle every inch of her body. The master was unmoved.

He opened his arms and said he wanted to hug him, Zhou Ping leaned over and hugged him tightly, he pouted and said he wanted to kiss, Zhou Ping kissed him hard again.

Then there is no more action.

Lu Xinyi shouldn't know why, so he could only confess his mistake in tears.

Zhou Ping raised his back and pushed back: "What's wrong?"

If Lu Xinyi couldn't say it, he wouldn't move, and if Lu Xinyi said "I was really wrong", he would move again.

Lu Xinyi was bullied to the point of tears, and finally only knew to say "I was wrong".

Zhou Ping sat up, pressed him in his arms and fucked him, papa papa eased his eagerness for a while, then hugged the limp child to wipe away tears, and kissed him soothingly on the mouth, seeing him slowly come back to his senses, Only then did he close the smile in his eyes, and asked blankly, "Is it yours or mine?"

"Listen to you." Lu Xinyi was so fucked that he lost his soul, thinking that he was going to torture himself again, begging for a little pain, and never wanted to try it again, ignorant and shed tears again, "Listen to you, listen to everything your."

Zhou Ping was a little more satisfied, and finally agreed to give him pleasure, and the two of them ejaculated together.

Lu Xinyi cums on his chin, and he cums in Lu Xinyi's stomach.

When he woke up early the next morning, Zhou Ping was no longer in bed.Lu Xinyi slowly got up, and when she got out of bed, she suddenly found something on her left wrist.

A chain made of several strands of fine hemp rope wears a few small wooden beads dyed dark brown and a pendant of a deer.

It is similar in shape to the deer engraved on his beer mug, but it is much more refined, polished very smooth, and the color is more beautiful.

Lu Xinyi sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at his bracelet for a long time against the morning sun, thought that Zhou Ping had put it on for him when he was asleep, so she was reluctant to take it off, so she could only raise her wrist and turn it around Go and see.

He woke up late, and Zhou Ping had already fed Jay and pushed him out for a walk. When he went out, Jay was staying in the yard, with a cigarette pouch and a water glass in hand, and a thick blanket covering his legs.

"Grandpa, I'm going to help Yuri move things." He pushed Jay's wheelchair inward, saw his gaze fell on the firewood at the bottom of the wall, and explained, "Ed did it yesterday, isn't it great? Next year You can use it yourself or sell it.”

As he spoke, Lu Xinyi unconsciously touched the bracelet he had just put on.

But after Jay uttered a few syllables, Lu Xinyi's expression became less relaxed.

Zhou Ping went to the village again.

Since he helped the villagers repair the distillation equipment once, Zhou Ping began to enter the village more and more frequently.

When Jay left the village, he left behind his eyes and tongue as a price, and Lu Xinyi remembered all this clearly.

After helping Yuri move things, he accepted the payment absent-mindedly, and was even joked by Yuri: "In a hurry to go home?"

Lu Xinyi said, "I'll pick up Ed."

Yuri also showed a worried look: "He went to the village again?"

Lu Xinyi nodded.

"That can't be helped." After a while, Yuri said, "The people in the village offered to come to the door, and you can't refuse. They can do anything."

There was no Zhou Ping before, and the underground drug production in the village has always been very smooth. They all know that those people came to Zhou Ping not to do repairs, but to force him to improve the old machines that have been used for more than ten or twenty years.

Production efficiency has become higher, and there are more and more drugs. Simple truths, but there will be many bloody stories behind it.

Lu Xinyi squeezed the banknotes in his hand, and pursed his lips tightly.

Looking at his appearance, Yuri sighed, but still said: "According to me, Ed can just walk away...he's just worried about you and Jay."

Lu Xinyi waited for a long time at the end of the cedar forest before seeing a car approaching.

Zhou Ping was taken out of the car, and his eyes were covered with a black cloth.

A man with a gun tore off the cloth roughly, pushed him in Lu Xinyi's direction, and said in Russian, "Get out."

Zhou Ping stood in place to adapt to the light, and quickly put an arm around Lu Xinyi.

Standing a few steps away, Ivan said to Lu Xinyi apologetically and sadly, "I'm sorry." Then he stepped back into the car with the urging of his partner behind him.

On the way back, both of them were silent, Zhou Ping's expression was flat, no difference could be seen, but Lu Xinyi didn't hide his sadness, and in the end, Zhou Ping grabbed him when he was about to get home.

"I am fine."

Lu Xinyi didn't speak, Zhou Ping took out the money in his pocket and handed it to him, then looked down at him, a little helpless: "You want me to coax you again? I'm the worst at coaxing people."

Lu Xinyi hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"Idiot." Zhou Ping said, "Go back to dinner."

But Lu Xinyi buried her face in his arms and said, "Go, you're not here, they won't do anything to Jay and me."

After a while, Zhou Ping said, "What about you? Don't you want to go to China to go to school? To a place where it doesn't snow, why not?"

Lu Xinyi wept hopelessly: "I want to go, I really want to go."

"Then don't cry." Zhou Ping said, "Wait a little longer, let's go together when we get enough money, okay?"

Lu Xinyi seldom hated himself, but at this moment he even hated himself.People who can only express their pain with tears are the most vulnerable people in the world.

When Zhou Ping was pushed down from the tattered off-road vehicle in winter, he was tortured and beaten so badly that he was out of breath and almost dying. In the eyes of drug dealers, he was already a dead man.

"But you hate drugs." Lu Xinyi tried to restrain the pain and said.

Zhou Ping turned to look at his tear-stained face, stretched out his hand to wipe it off little by little, looked at Lu Xinyi and said casually, "I hate too many things, but you are the only one I care about."

Lu Xinyi asked with wet eyes: "What does Rare mean?"

Zhou Ping squeezed his face with disgust: "You care about me, what do you mean?"

Zhou Ping was not a good teacher, but Lu Xinyi was a good student, so he quickly understood.

It was the first time he told Lu Xinyi that he liked him bluntly and clearly. He was pestered for a long time before, but at most he was willing to admit vaguely that he "likes a crybaby" and "likes an idiot".

Saying "I like you" is the real first time.

Lu Xinyi's red eyes were carried by him skillfully, and he digested it with embarrassment and excitement for a long time before muttering: "Obviously he is very good at rhetoric."

Hearing that he still used idioms, Zhou Ping spanked his ass: "How about politeness? Can derogatory words be used on my husband?"