lovelorn too little

After the worst time, Zhou Ping's injury was no longer fatal, but the improvement of his injury began to slow down.The wound is difficult to heal, and even if it heals, it often opens again the next day.

And his injuries are more dangerous than gang fights, obviously he escaped from the hands of mercenaries.Lu Xinyi didn't dare to ask a doctor, so she could only try her best to buy more nutritional products and go to the black market to get more anti-inflammatory drugs.

Zhou Ping didn't use painkillers, and when he cut off the carrion, he just gritted his teeth and frowned slightly. It was Lu Xinyi who was holding the knife that shed tears.

He is not talkative by nature, and his face is often expressionless, which originally appeared extremely cold.

But the 17-year-old boy didn't talk about sex, and he didn't even have time to understand the meaning of love, so he was seduced by the tall, strong and shameless Zhou Ping.

He loves Zhou Ping's handsome and powerful under the sun, and Zhou Ping's meanness and rudeness during sex.

Even Zhou Ping cums in his stomach for a good time, and after a while he pulls it out, and it's cheap to say that his dick is so painful that he loves it hopelessly.

The winter at the border was cold and long, with the north wind howling for two months. On the night when the snow stopped, Lu Xinyi helped Zhou Ping to move back to his and his grandfather's home with difficulty.

The cedar forest grows densely and tall, growing on both sides of the dirt road. The dirt road is potholed and crooked, leading to a farther and deeper place. Lu Xinyi's single-family small two-story house stands at the end of the dirt road, at the end of the cedar forest, on the white snow, surrounded by There are no neighbors and no human voice.

The pointed roof prevents the snow from melting and freezing the roof, the thick walls and double-layer windows insulate the bitter cold, the dim yellow warm light is lit on the porch, and thick ice flowers are frozen on the multicolored enamel glass imitating the Ekaterina period.

The house is not big, but it is much better than a log cabin.

One night when the affair took a break, Lu Xinyi had just stopped crying and hiccupping. He was beaten hard. Amidst the grievance and sweetness, he thought of revenge, and whispered in Zhou Ping's ear: That cabin was originally used by him to hide his prey. Yes—when the snow melts in early spring, the temperature rises and the earth turns a yellowish color, but there are still many animals hibernating. Lu Xinyi followed the hunters into the mountains, and in about half a month, he could get enough money for half a year.

Wounded hounds also occasionally recuperate there.

Zhou Ping's hand was still on his soft buttocks, the white and tender buttocks had already been reddened and hot from the beating, and after hearing this, he rubbed him a few more times, pinched his face and kissed his ruddy mouth.

The two people twisted and rolled twice with their limbs entangled, and the place where their genitals and the heels of their legs rubbed was hot and sticky.Tired enough, Zhou Ping also imitated Lu Xinyi, lowering his head to his ear, but his voice was low and hoarse: "Okay, I'm a dog. Then what are you?"

He gets fucked by a dog, naturally a little bitch.

Lu Xinyi was thin-skinned, and Zhou Ping made him too hard to learn how to bark, but in the end he cried and whimpered like a milk dog begging for food.

After entering the door, a gust of hot air enveloped the body in an instant, making the head and face sweaty.

An old man with a big nose and red hair is sitting by the fireplace, with a blanket on his legs, his face is full of loose skin, under his eyes there are dimples, and the back of his hand on the back of the chair is covered with age spots, especially on the white skin belonging to Westerners conspicuous.

Lu Xinyi brought Zhou Ping in front of him, squatted down in front of him, first tested the temperature on his face, then took his hand to touch Zhou Ping's, and whispered in Russian, "Grandpa, this is Ed. ,my friend."

The old man nodded slowly with a slow response, and murmured inexplicably from his throat. He looked over with cloudy eyes—it was empty inside, not even a single glass bead covering the facade.

He was old and blind and sick, and whoever judged him was the greatest burden in the world.

"Ed doesn't understand Russian." Lu Xinyi put the old man's hand back in place, and introduced Zhou Ping again, "My grandfather, everyone calls him Jay. He was just saying hello to you."

"Then you can also say hello to him for me." Zhou Ping said.

When Lu Xinyi turned back and looked up at Zhou Ping, his back was leaning against the knee of the old man in the wheelchair. He gently held Jay's hand, with big, dark eyes and a unique smile on his face.Beside Jay, he showed an innocence unlike any other.

It's like a baby bird nestling next to a larger bird that's exhausted from foraging.It doesn't care about the big bird's fatigue, no matter what time it is, it always feels extra at ease.

The three of them had dinner together around the dining table. Lu Xinyi prepared red sausage soup and pancakes. He helped Jay wear a bib and sat very close to him. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin from time to time. After passing the spoon, feed Jay the red sausage soup bit by bit.

Jay didn't talk much, and the two of them hardly communicated. Lu Xinyi occasionally asked him "Is it hot?"

Half of the red sausage fell out of his mouth, and he suddenly pushed away the black tea in his hand with a "crash", and closed his shriveled mouth tightly in anger.

Lu Xinyi didn't make a fuss, just rearranged the teacups, brought the spoon to his mouth, and told him without temper: "Next time, don't drop the cups, there are only four or five left, and there is no place to buy new ones if you break them."

A withdrawn and eccentric old Russian man, with a little Chinese boy who is used to walking alone, is extremely harmonious in this room.

Sometimes Zhou Ping suspects that Lu Xinyi has some Russian blood, it seems that only this can explain his white shiny skin and overly beautiful facial features.

"No." Lu Xinyi rubbed his shoulders and said, "My parents are both Chinese. They died in the village. Jay raised me."

He was lazy, bent down and hugged Zhou Ping from behind, moved his face to the front, rubbing the corner of Zhou Ping's mouth, wanting a kiss: "Jay could speak Chinese when he was not dumb, he taught me."

When they met for the first time, Zhou Ping didn't realize that Jay was not only blind, but also dumb.

If he wants to withdraw from the interests of the village, he must leave behind all the possibilities of selling the village.Blindness prevented him from identifying, dumbness prevented him from giving information.

Deep in the village surrounded by cedar forests, villagers grow marijuana in underground greenhouses to produce every hallucinogenic drug that can be called a name.

When the weather is warmer, Zhou Ping will occasionally go out for a walk. There is a market ten kilometers away, and he and Lu Xinyi sometimes patronize a pancake shop.

I went a lot, and the fat waiter in a big apron would ask Lu Xinyi when delivering drinks: "Is he your man?"

Lu Xinyi's first reaction was to look at Zhou Ping in a blink of an eye. Zhou Ping was helping him cut the roast chicken without raising his head, as if he didn't respond to Russian, and then he stammered and admitted: "Yes... yes .”

"A good-looking man is mostly unreliable, let alone he has awesome muscles." The fat waiter said, "I bet more than half the people in this room are drooling at him."

"He won't."

"Young people always think like this." The fat waiter smiled kindly, "But love is like flowers, sometimes roses, sometimes poppies, and it always hurts when you are young. Lucky people meet roses, and they can recover after the pain If the thorn is pulled out, the unfortunate person will not be able to get rid of the poppy when he encounters it."

Lu Xinyi stopped stammering, straightened her back and tried to convince her solemnly: "No, Ed won't."

"Oh, my child, you are so young, how do you know?" The fat waiter continued to tease him.

"I just know." Lu Xinyi whispered, "I love him very much, and he loves me very much."

The fat waiter's eyes turned on a bright red ambiguous mark behind his ear: "It can be seen that he really loves you very much." She bit out the "love you very much" emphatically, and jokingly said, "Honestly speaking, I love you very much." I don't think you can handle him."

Zhou Ping pushed a plate of meat to him: "What's wrong?"

Lu Xinyi blushed and covered her ears with the back of her hand: "She asked if we wanted to add something."

"Then add a little." Zhou Ping said, "Have a cup of rose tea."

Lu Xinyi nodded in agreement, but turned to the fat waiter and said, "I can handle it, it's enough for him to have me."

Low and friendly laughter sounded in the room one after another.