Paper Plane

Sleeping with Yang Xuan again after ten years, the feeling is quite different from when I was a child.As soon as the lights were turned off at that time, Yang Xuan began to tell ghost stories, which made Tang Junhe tremble with fright, his hands and feet were hanging on him, holding him tightly like a koala, even Yang Xuan was going to the bathroom , Tang Junhe would follow behind, grabbing his pajamas, and standing by the side listening to him splashing the water.

If he hung on Yang Xuan like he did when he was a child, would Yang Xuan lift him off?Tang Junhe pondered for a moment, then said: "Brother, can you tell me a ghost story?"

Yang Xuan just closed his eyes and didn't answer him, breathing evenly, sounding like he was asleep.

Tang Junhe didn't care if he didn't get an answer. He turned his head towards Yang Xuan, opened his eyes, and stared at his brother's profile unscrupulously in the darkness. He thought his brother was really good-looking. He was good-looking when he was a child, and he is also good-looking now. It looks good when it's fierce, and it looks good when it's not fierce.Following the flowing line from the forehead to the jaw, he traced it over and over again in his brain, and couldn't help but wonder, does he look like this from the side too?After all, quite a few people have said they look alike.As for where it looks like, they can't tell.But no matter what, Tang Junhe is very happy to look like Yang Xuan, because it will remind him that this relationship rooted in blood cannot be changed no matter what.

Tang Junhe was opening his eyes and thinking about this, when Yang Xuan suddenly said a word, "Sleep."

Tang Junhe, who was caught, quickly closed his eyes. He still remembered that Yang Xuan told him to be obedient a few minutes ago, and now he asked him to sleep, so he closed his eyes obediently.

His back hurt a lot, and it was uncomfortable to lie on his back, so Tang Junhe turned sideways to face Yang Xuan.He grabbed Yang Xuan's hand, his brain cells were extremely active, and he couldn't help but start thinking about it.

Then he remembered the dream he had before, the dream in which Yang Xuan entered him.Why would he have such a dream?Did I really have a sexual desire for Yang Xuan?He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, and stared at Yang Xuan again.

This time, without waiting for Yang Xuan to remind him, he closed his eyes tightly - he found that once he thought about it, the scene in that dream would overflow like a tsunami, which made him unable to concentrate again. When I think about other things, my mind is full of pictures that are not suitable for children.

He didn't dare to think any more, and forced himself to stop the picture in his mind.After all, the last time he only said "maybe I like it", Yang Xuan ignored him for more than a month. If he knew what was going on in his mind, maybe Yang Xuan would disappear before his eyes.

After thinking about it randomly, Tang Junhe finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Yang Xuan woke up first.Opening his eyes, he saw that Tang Junhe was lying on his side like a koala, with his arms resting on the dark red blood on his chest, which made him a little breathless.

He lowered his eyes and saw that his younger brother was lying on his shoulder, sleeping soundly, and his heavy breathing swept over his skin again and again, making him feel a little itchy.

At that moment, Yang Xuan had the illusion that they grew up together like this, as if in a dream for ten years, his younger brother had grown from the glutinous rice dumpling ten years ago to the little boy in front of him.

But then he felt some discomfort in his lower body—for a 17-year-old boy with a vigorous body, morning erection is a very normal thing, but what is a little embarrassing is that at this moment, the position that should have been erected happened to be held by the erection. The legs on the body are pressed down.

Yang Xuan resisted the urge to directly pull his brother off him, stretched out his hand to hold his calf, trying to take him off his body.But I didn't expect that Tang Junhe opened his eyes bewilderedly as soon as he exerted force, and looked at him innocently with a confused face: "...Brother?"

Yang Xuan looked at him expressionlessly: "Get up."

Tang Junhe, who hadn't woken up yet, reached out and rubbed his eyes, as if he didn't understand: "What?" Immediately afterwards, he rubbed against Yang Xuan's body twice as if stretching his muscles and bones.

Yang Xuan almost suspected that he did it on purpose, almost gnashing his teeth to control his emotions: "Stay away from me."

Sensing the threat in Yang Xuan's tone, Tang Junhe reacted and quickly retracted the arms and legs that were on Yang Xuan's body.Then he found that he had a morning erection—since that wet dream, he has had a morning erection almost every morning.

In the physiology class, boys will have morning erections when they reach puberty.Thinking of this, Tang Junhe couldn't help but sneak a glance at Yang Xuan's lower body, and then he found that his brother also had a morning erection, and it looked more obvious than his own.

Yang Xuan had already sat up, and wanted to ask Tang Junhe if he wanted to get up, but he didn't want to lower his eyes to see that his brother with a strange brain circuit was staring at his lower body in a daze.

Yang Xuan's face darkened instantly: "... What are you looking at?"

"Ah, I..." Tang Junhe hurriedly withdrew his gaze, was at a loss for words, and stuttered a few times before speaking, "I just want to see if I'm normal..."

After understanding what he said, Yang Xuan's eyes shifted from his face to his lower body, and then he saw a bulge in the middle of his brother's badly scratched light gray sweatpants. group.

It looks small, but it turns out that it has grown up, Yang Xuan thought of this.He couldn't help but glanced at his younger brother again. There were a pair of round eyes embedded in that flushed face, and he was dodging to look in other directions.

"You don't have morning erections at such an age, that's not normal." He said this with the attitude of an older brother, and Yang Xuan taught his younger brother a late physiology class.

It was the first time in his life to discuss this kind of issue with others. Tang Junhe was a little shy. He reached out and rubbed his eyes to hide his unnaturalness.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan leaned over to him suddenly, brushed his forehead hair away with his fingers, and stared at the wound that was broken last night—the Band-Aid was soaked by half of the blood, it seemed that the wound was more serious than he imagined, maybe it needed to be repaired. Stitches, Yang Xuan thought about it, and then urged him: "Get up quickly, I will take you to the hospital in a while."

"Oh." Tang Junhe sat up slowly, the lower half of the scratched T-shirt was rubbed up by him at night, and he reached out to pull it off.Yang Xuan glanced at him, and saw a long scratch on that white back, extending from one side of the waist to the other, across the center of the back, although the injury was not deep , but at first glance it looks quite scary.

He stretched out his hand to stop Tang Junhe from pulling down the T-shirt, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't you say anything?"

Tang Junhe understood the direction of his words, and reached out to touch the scratch: "I don't think it's too serious..."

"Don't touch it," Yang Xuan held his wrist and took his hand away, "I'll go to the hospital and deal with it together in a while."

Carefully pulling off the T-shirt for him, Yang Xuan took out his mobile phone and called Uncle Chen. Facing the phone, he described the route when he came here without thinking.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Tang Junhe, who was staring at him in a daze, with questioning eyes: "What's wrong?"

Tang Junhe asked almost adoringly: "Brother, how did you remember the route so clearly?"

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you need to remember this?"

Tang Junhe remembered that when they were young, Yang Xuan would always drag him here and there, no matter how far the place was, Yang Xuan would take him back home without any mistakes.This is his brother's talent, Tang Junhe thought, even brothers, they are different in one way or another.

After Yang Xuan finished washing quickly, he walked towards another tent.Wang Xingchun woke up very early and was squatting by the tent to watch the sunrise.He seemed to be in a good mood, and raised his arms to say good morning to Yang Xuan.

"I called my dad's driver over," Yang Xuan said, "I won't take the bus for a while."

"What's the matter?" Wang Xingchun was puzzled, "I still want to go back to have dinner together at noon."

"The wound is a bit serious," Yang Xuan frowned, "Go to the hospital."

"Okay," Wang Xingchun responded, and asked again, "Will your father and mother pick on you again when you go back?"

"Look for it, how else can you find it?" Yang Xuan didn't seem to care.

"Feng Bo was too stupid for what he did yesterday," Wang Xingchun cursed, paused, and then spoke up for him again, "Brother Xuan, don't blame him too much, he probably entered into his house. Things are messed up, and you know that..."

"Well," Yang Xuan interrupted him, "tell them all, I'll go first."