lovelorn too little

On the day Zhou Ping was picked up by Lu Xinyi, it was snowing heavily, and the strong wind swept up the small pine trees with unstable roots. Paper-like snowflakes could cover up the original color of the earth in 3 minutes.

He was thrown from an off-road vehicle that was covered with yellow mud and cement and was in urgent need of being scrapped. The off-road vehicle sped away on a palm-thick snow, and Zhou Ping rolled to the place where he went out to throw out garbage. Lu Xinyi's feet.

His eyes were covered with blood, and he only knew that someone was walking past him, and the huge snow grains stepped on by the snow boots made a "creaking" sound. The master first approached him, and then calmly walked away from him without hesitation or panic.

In a border town at minus 35 degrees, a bloody man lying on the side of the road will be buried in the snow in 10 minutes, and within half an hour, the most rigorous surgeon can only pronounce him brain dead.

The heart is not a strong thing, it just needs a little blood loss, cold and pain to stop working.

The smell of heavy snow is special, it is different from the smell of wind, frost and rain, or even light snow, with its unique bitterness and gentleness, accompanied by the sound of howling wind, it makes death come quickly without causing too much pain.

Snowflakes hit his face in flakes, and Zhou Ping gradually couldn't feel the temperature. After half an hour, maybe only 3 minutes, the sound of snow boots appeared again.

"Do you have any money?" This was the first sentence Zhou Ping heard after waking up.

The wound on his head was tightly bandaged, his right leg was splinted, his body was cleaned up, all wounds, large and small, were treated, and he smelled of disinfectant and hydrochloric acid all over his body.

He was lying on a wooden bed. The room was a very cramped wooden house, and he could hear the frightening sound of the wind coming in through the crack of the door, but it was strangely warm.

"Did you hear what I said?" The child squatting by the stove got up and walked to the bed, looked down at him expressionlessly, "Ask if you have any money."

Zhou Ping didn't speak, he asked twice in Russian and English.

Zhou Ping said: "If you take my watch, it is worth a lot of money. You may not know it, but I still suggest you not to sell it lightly."

The boy pursed his lips: "How much is a lot of money?"

Zhou Ping wanted to say 600 million, but he was afraid that he would be thrown out of this dilapidated wooden house in the next second, so he smiled: "At least 5000 yuan."

The boy stared at him, as if trying to detect signs of a lie, then looked away a moment later, and returned to the fire.

Zhou Ping stayed in the wooden house for seven days. On the eighth day when the boy came to deliver the food, he opened the door and saw him walking from the stove back to the wooden bed. The two looked at each other. The boy quickly closed the door and left. At that time, he was holding rice in one hand and a small machete in the other.

Zhou Ping was inconvenient with one arm, so he could only eat with his hand. After the meal was finished, he handed water with a stiff face.

Once a day, Zhou Ping raised his head and drank the whole kettle, and leaned against the wall to watch him pack his things. The firelight reflected on his snow-white side face, the tip of his nose was slightly turned up, and his hair was as black as ink.

"What are you doing here with a knife? Afraid of me?" Zhou Ping said, "Don't you know that I was able to walk away while leaning on the wall two days ago?"

In the past few days, Zhou Ping teased him a lot, but the boy seldom opened his mouth.

One change of medicine and one meal a day is the most luxurious service that Zhou can buy with "5000 yuan".

Zhou Ping didn't expect him to speak at first, but after a while he heard him say: "I don't know."

He had a bit of annoyance on his face, hiding the annoyance that he didn't want Zhou Ping to see, as if he was blaming himself for being so careless and not even discovering such a danger.

Such an expression cut a crack on his face full of defense at the cold moment, revealing an innocence that cannot be concealed.Based on the memory of the wrists he shook while eating, Zhou judged that he would not exceed at most.

"Relax." Zhou Ping tried his best to keep his tone as light as possible, "You saved me, I should thank you instead of doing anything to you. You know, I have a lot of injuries on my body, I swear, I will leave here as soon as the injuries heal .”

The boy immediately said: "One month."

There was no room for negotiation in his tone: "Your watch is only enough for you to stay here for a month."

"There's still some cash." Zhou Ping said, "You should have found it on the sole of my shoe. It's all yours. I won't go back on my word."

"Ed." After a while, Zhou Ping handed the kettle back to him, "What's your name?"

"Ed...Lu Xinyi."

He repeated Zhou Ping's name again, speaking quickly, looking at Zhou Ping with his eyes slightly raised, seeing that he didn't respond much, he took out the mirror license from the inner pocket of his padded jacket and showed him.

When Zhou Ping wanted to communicate further, he returned to his icy look, quickly cleaned the room, emptied the toilet, took his bowl and left.

On the eighth day, Zhou Ping knew his age. He was 17 years old and his birthday was on Valentine's Day.

On the ninth day, Zhou Ping found out that there was a grandfather in his family who was not in good health.

No. On the 15th day, Zhou Ping found out that Lu Xinyi supported himself and his grandfather by reselling some small things on both sides of the border. Buying illegal drugs was his forte, because his grandfather lived on them.

No. On the 20th day, Lu Xinyi added a soup to the meal, and the ham was much fresher, and he tried to make a bowl of rice for Zhou Ping.

Before Lu Xinyi left, he tidied up the medicine box beside his bed. His fair and slender neck bent into a beautiful and clean arc. With a piece of candy in his mouth, his jaw line moved slightly when he sucked it, and Zhou Ping pulled him into his arms and kissed her. Thorough.

Zhou Ping thought that he would not come back the next day, but Lu Xinyi came, bringing a new bandage and more anti-inflammatory drugs to help Zhou Ping re-bandage the wound he had torn from yesterday.

It has been snowing for 24 consecutive days. This season is not suitable for going out. Without protective measures, walking outdoors for 10 to [-] minutes may cause permanent damage to the eyes.

Lu Xinyi continued to come once a day, but the time was getting later and later. Later, Zhou Ping developed a biological clock for eating after sunset.

He habitually lifted up his vest to make it easier for Lu Xinyi to change his dressing. The bandage was stained with blood, and Lu Xinyi frowned slightly: "You opened the wound again."

After the cedar tree died, the wood was turned into fuel, and the cabin continued to be heated. It was coated with a layer of oil by Lu Xinyi, and the burning time became extraordinarily long. The red flames are full of presence, jumping on the wall and dancing on Lu Xinyi's fair face.

Zhou Ping smiled at his pretty face without remorse, and said indifferently, "Fufu's bones are itchy all over."

There was a fifteen-centimeter-long wound on his abdomen, caused by a new type of military thorn. It crossed three raised abdominal muscles, and some hair gradually appeared down the lower part of his abdomen. Following the depression at the junction of the domineering muscles, it extended into the waist of the trousers. Crude and brutal sexuality.

Lu Xinyi's face was very close to Zhou Ping's lower abdomen, with a focused expression, slightly wrinkled brows, long eyelashes drooping and flickering, like a small animal that doesn't know much about the world.

With thin white and long fingers, he squeezed the cotton soaked in alcohol and gently applied it around the open wound. After cleaning, he changed the cotton swab to apply the medicine.

"You don't move..."

Lu Xinyi's lips were reddened by Zhou Ping's kiss as soon as he entered the door. At this time, he turned his head to avoid Zhou Ping's dishonest hand, but his face was still pinched. Zhou Ping pressed him on the crotch.

It wasn't the first time that thing paid tribute to Lu Xinyi. It was swollen and hot in the large military uniform trousers he found.

Lu Xinyi was still angry, and said, "The wound hasn't healed yet, you..."

Zhou Ping met his eyes openly: "Huh?"

He lowered his head and looked at Lu Xinyi who was kneeling on his lower body. He pressed Lu Xinyi's hand on his crotch and touched and rubbed it erotically. The thing under his hand became hotter and hotter, and it burned Lu Xinyi's entire neck and ears red.

Lu Xinyi tried to pull out his hand, but his strength was so weak that it was almost negligible, but Zhou Ping's penis pressed against his palm with great vigor.

After kneading for a while, Zhou Ping suddenly let go.

He held Lu Xinyi's face again, touched his lips from the corners of his eyes, then pinched the soft flesh next to Lu Xinyi's cheek and tugged, his eyes fell on Lu Xinyi's hand covering his genitals, and said in a hoarse voice: "Touch."

Lu Xinyi touched it, but he didn't know how to "touch", he could only touch it from top to bottom along the astonishing length.

This boring and endless movement lasted more than a dozen times, he stopped the movement, a little steam appeared in his eyes, his rosy lips were bitten by himself, and his round eyes hung down stubbornly, refusing to look at Zhou Ping.

"Fuck." Zhou Ping cursed in a low voice, stretched out his hand and pulled Lu Xinyi onto him, pinched his waist with one hand, pressed the back of his neck with the other to bring his face very close, and frowned fiercely, "Look at me , why are you crying, what happened to you?"

Lu Xinyi blinked her moist eyes, raised her hand and gave him a slap that was not too light or heavy.

Lu Xinyi didn't want to win by surprise, and Zhou Ping didn't want to hide. He was beaten to the side and turned back. His tongue pressed against his teeth, and his Adam's apple twitched: "Little bitch."

Lu Xinyi slapped him again, this time with a lot more force, and scolded him, "Fuck you."

Zhou Ping couldn't help laughing, and kissed Lu Xinyi with dirty words rolling in his throat. His two tongues were entangled in his mouth. All Lu Xinyi's experience came from Zhou Ping, and the end of his eyes turned red soon after being kissed. Shoulders softened into his arms.

While kissing, Zhou Ping stretched his hands in from the hem of Lu Xinyi's clothes, pushed higher and higher, and finally rolled the sweater to Lu Xinyi's chest, and stared obscenely at Lu Xinyi's translucent white body, as if he could bite through it with one bite, and hold it tight Zhou Zhou's strong arms behind his waist made people's eyes hot, Lu Xinyi let out a soft moan under such a gaze, and he took his fingers to touch the tender red nipples on Lu Xinyi's chest.

The two hugged each other tighter and tighter. Zhou Ping's mouth touched Lu Xinyi's sweet lips and he couldn't let go. After playing with his nipples, he switched to his buttocks. He pinched Lu Xinyi's sensual butt meat, and then pulled down Lu Xinyi's pants.

The genitals rubbed against each other, Lu Xinyi trembled in his arms, slurred his speech before and after ejaculation, and cried again, pressed his face against Zhou Ping's, pursed his lips and inhaled carefully, his pitiful and reserved look sweetened Zhou Ping's heart .

After the hooligans finished playing, Zhou Ping wiped Lu Xinyi's tears slowly with his calloused fingers.

During the one month and one day that Zhou Ping lived in Lu Xinyi's log cabin, the fir wood crackled in the stove, and there was no other light source in the room except the firelight, and the reflection of the two hugging each other was shaking on the wall.

Lu Xinyi's face was covered with a thin layer of red, her eyes were still wet, and she leaned obediently in Zhou Ping's arms, with a few thin fingers resting on Zhou Ping's scarred but strong arm, and tapped a few times like playing a piano from time to time. After a long while, he blushed and said in a low voice: "I won't go back today."

Zhou Ping raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his head and pinched his chin, took his face out of his arms and kissed him: "What do you say when grandpa asks you?"

"He's already asleep." Lu Xinyi didn't dare to look at him, and stammered, "He fell asleep before going out."