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Chapter 19

"Xiao Jiang, why don't you go to sleep? Ah, you don't wear shoes, do you know how troublesome it is to warm your feet?" When this lazy soft voice sounded in Gong Jiang's ears, he suddenly felt a twitch on his waist. Suddenly, after the sky turned a corner, he fell on the soft bed, and the heat was blowing on his face.

"Hello!" Gong Jiang's soles of his feet were hot, and a warm palm wrapped his frozen feet, and the blood that had lost its temperature rushed to the soles of his feet, filling up the heat.

Feng Ying held his feet and massaged them, his hands were as gentle as holding delicate flowers, treating every part with tenderness.

"Why do you torture yourself like this? Don't you take good care of yourself? If I didn't find out when I went to the bathroom, would I see an ice sculpture when I woke up tomorrow morning?"

Thousands of words of comfort are far less important than the care in this sentence. This weight weighs heavily on his heart, injecting a dose of warmth into his restless heart.

Looking at Feng Ying's serious face, Gong Jiang asked the question that had been hanging in her heart for a long time: "Tell me, why are you so kind to me?" I believe he is entitled to this care and happiness.

"Because we are family." Without pause or hesitation, he gave the most sincere answer easily.

Gong Jiang replied cruelly: "We are not related by blood, we were just strangers before we met."

"But," Feng Ying raised his head, every inch of soft light in his eyes was expressing his sincere emotion, "We are all 'homeless' people."

Homeless plus homeless equals family.

Probably in Feng Ying's pure and innocent thinking, there is such an equation.

Gong Jiang wanted to laugh at his naive thoughts, but the smile turned into bitterness on her lips.

"How do you know I'm homeless?"

"Ah..." Feng Ying paused, his eyes flickered undetectably, and his voice was ethereal, "I can feel that we are the same kind of people."

People of the same kind, it's a ridiculous and cute title, but like a spring breeze, it passes over the heart full of holes and plants a piece of green.Gong Jiang gently stroked Feng Ying's hair, and uttered the softest voice deep in her heart, like a stream flowing comfortably in the mountains, peaceful and distant: "Okay, then you can realize my dream for me."

Stand at the focus of the spotlight, become the brightest star, and use your brilliance to light up my dull night.

Since then, my world is full of light and heat because of you.

"Feng Ying, your Dengfeng supplement is on sale!" The moment Gong Jiang bought the supplement at the newsstand, Gong Jiang immediately went home like a spring, and took the person who was still nestling on the bed and rolling around under the quilt. He picked it up, "Get up and have a look!"

"Ah huh." Feng Ying softly patted Gong Jiang's hand away, rubbed against the quilt, smacked his lips and continued to sleep.

No wonder he stayed in bed this morning, last night he and Gong Jiang went to have dinner with several brand owners, he was underage and not allowed to drink alcohol, but drinking tea was indispensable, so he couldn't fall asleep. Around one o'clock, the disturbing feeling of tea dissipated, and I fell asleep in a daze.

"Get up and exercise!" Gong Jiang's sternness also resembled a strict father's. He threw away Feng Ying's quilt and put one hand under Feng Ying's armpit. People pulled up.

Feng Ying still refused to wake up, stumbling around, as if she had been pulled out of her skeleton, and leaned limply on Gong Jiang's shoulder.

Gong Jiang never takes this kind of coquetry, pinches Feng Ying's nose with two fingers, and then covers Feng Ying's mouth, giving her a burst of suffocation and suffocation, Feng Ying is suffocated awake.

Gong Jiang succeeded, and let go of the hand pinching Feng Ying's nose. The moment Feng Ying greeted the fresh air, he smelled a faint smell of tobacco mixed with mint into his nose. It was Gong Jiang's unique smell. The tobacco came from him. The smoke that often hangs in the mouth, mint is derived from body wash or men's deodorant spray.Gong Jiang obsessively likes the taste of mint, he said it can keep him clear-headed, and the elusive bitterness in mint is very similar to his life.

Feng Ying sniffed the fragrance in the air: "Xiao Jiang is good or bad." Opening her mouth, her lips were as soft as feathers, gently sticking to Gong Jiang's palm, which smelled like mint hand cream. It stayed on the lips again, leaving an indelible fragrance.

Gong Jiang's body temperature was out of the contact range, Feng Ying fixedly looked at Gong Jiang's soft hand, touched his lips: "Xiao Jiang."

"What are you doing?" Gong Jiang grabbed a corner of the quilt and helped Feng to fold the quilt.

"You are so close to me, Mr. Eggy got up."

"What?" Gong Jiang's forehead tightened, "What is Mr. Dandan..." He stopped talking, and he saw something normal for men.

A 17-year-old boy also has a young blood, and in the morning there will be more or less flushing in the face. This is a routine reaction without any unhealthy thoughts. It is just a physiological conditioned reflex caused by some reason. .

Feng Ying looked down at the man's most vulnerable "Mr. Eggy", which was looking up proudly at the moment: "That's it, you get close to me, and it will get up."

This is just a normal physiological phenomenon.If Feng Ying had supplementary clauses without a prefix, Gong Jiang would attribute this to "normal", but the addition of the sentence "You are so close to me" seems to add some indescribable meaning.

The most vigorous way for teenagers to express love is only in the enlightenment stage. He may not understand why Mr. Eggy gets up and thinks it is normal, but for adults who have passed the enlightenment stage and entered the practical stage, this may carry the burden. Another terrible signal, such as good feelings, such as sexual desire.

Gong Jiang opened her mouth, wanting to teach the ignorant young man a good lesson in the tone of a strict teacher, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know how to express them implicitly.He has never lit up the "subtle and euphemistic" skill in his life. If the other party is his friend of the same age, he must pat him on the shoulder carelessly, laughing loudly, "You are in love with him, hurry up, don't miss it ", but if the object is yourself, it will be intriguing.

"Ah," Feng Ying was startled, pointing to his underwear, "brother Daidai is also dirty."

The underwear was stained white, showing a dazzling color through the thin pajama pants.

Gong Jiang didn't have time to complain about the title of "brother Daidai", she embarrassedly covered Feng Ying's lap with the quilt, and fled in despair.

It was just a phenomenon unique to men in the morning, but his approach triggered the switch, which happened to be connected with the normal phenomenon, forming an illusion caused by him.Gong Jiang comforted herself like this, never admitting that she was the culprit.

As for Feng Ying, he really didn't know whether this was normal or not.I don’t know why Mr. Dandan got up when he was close to Xiao Jiang, why Brother Daidai got dirty, ah, this problem is so troublesome, he is so lazy, he doesn’t want to think about it.

So he went out to wash Brother Daidai clean, changed another one, and continued to hang it on Gong Jiang's back as usual, dangling it back and forth.

Gong Jiang couldn't say it was awkward, this kind of hug, if you don't think about it in those ways, it is a pure expression of friendship, but if you think about it in that way, it will have a different taste.

He pushed Feng Ying away, but Feng Ying still stuck to him relentlessly, and even read "Xin Feng" magazine in the posture of embracing Gong Jiang from behind, Gong Jiang seemed to be tightly locked by a strong lock , can't escape anywhere, can't avoid it.

Tobacco, alcohol and women are the most addicted "drugs" of gangsters. Gong Jiang can't resist the pleasure brought by "drugs". He is addicted to the sensory stimulation brought by tobacco and alcohol. However, he has never touched a woman. , There is no "forbidden product" that has not been tasted.

At some point, he found that his eyes never stayed on the woman's voluptuous figure and snow-white chest for more than a second, but instead followed the man's sexy muscles and angular lines.He thought he was sick, so he went to see a doctor. He still remembers the doctor's expression at that time, it was the helplessness that he wanted to laugh but didn't know how to laugh.

Homosexuality. Since then, he has understood the meaning of this immoral word. There are only three simple words with few strokes, even elementary school students can write them, but the burden carried in these three words is complicated. It's hard to write down, heavy, as heavy as ten thousand junctures.

Not understood by people, not accepted by society, even though homosexuality has been legalized, even though there are many success stories inside and outside the circle.

In the dark night, after Feng Ying fell asleep, Gong Jiang quietly closed the door, turned on the laptop, and played his private collection of island movies.

Adults have more or less unknown desires. This is a very normal physiological need. It is like a timed alarm clock. When it reaches the critical time, it will make a ringtone of desire. It is a palace made of steel and iron. Jiang couldn't escape this physical instinct.The object of his venting has never been a flesh-and-blood person, but a cold, short video that only conveys sensory stimulation. His pursuit of love is sincere and unique. All real-life sex before love is blacklisted by him.

So, there is this "love action movie" full of 1G.He has very high requirements for the film, the appearance and figure must be online, and the protagonists must have love. He rejects all performances for sex.

Since the door was closed, he boldly turned up the volume of the video, and then watched the screen full of rose-colored breath, gluey lips and seductive body. paradise.

However, he didn't know that the door was not closed tightly, and was quietly blown open by the wind. Outside the door, a pair of eyes were staring at his computer screen.

The author has something to say:

Gong Jiang: "So what the hell are Mr. Dandan and Brother Daidai?"

Author [picking nose]: "Guess?"

Gong Jiang: "Guess, can I guess?"

Dear friends, because of the stuffed sauce, this article will be updated every other day for a while. Don’t worry, I will never abandon the pit. This is a story I like very much, and I will definitely write it carefully. Thank you everyone.