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From the beginning of the recording, Bao Chan was in the same group as Wen Jiu, and Xiao W was in the other group. They hadn’t had a face-to-face meeting, and there was nothing unusual. It was already three o’clock in the morning when the filming ended, and the guests were unwilling to spend the night in a small hotel, braving the night to go their separate ways. go home.

It was just after six o'clock when Baochen got home, and had breakfast with Kuangzheng. On a big weekday, Kuangzheng didn't go to work, so he went to bed with his arms around him. The can of unnamed beer was opened, and there was a touch of wine in the bedroom. fragrant.

The two were wrapped in the quilt like caterpillars, covered their heads, and whispered lazily.

"Is it delicious?" Baochan brushed Kuangzheng's lips with his fingers.

"Well," Kuang Zheng licked his cock, "drunk."

As he spoke, he opened Baochan's shirt collar, took a bite on the protruding cock, Baochan recoiled from itching, and pushed his head with a smile: "Nonsense, just a can of beer!"

Kuangzheng sneered, bowing his head into his arms vigorously, Baochan said he disliked him, but hugged him tightly with his hands, they were skin to flesh, using each other's body temperature to warm the cold corner of their hearts.

"Sleep for a while," Kuang Zheng rubbed his earlobe, "accompany me to the hospital in the afternoon."

Hospital?Baochan let go of him, a little nervous.

"Old white is sick."

"Old Bai..." Baochan reacted, "What disease?"

"Cancer," Kuang Zheng sighed, "lung cancer."

It was quiet under the quilt, and Baochan didn't speak for a long time, "It's okay," Kuangzheng turned to comfort him, "I talked to the doctor, he's in good condition, he's not old, he has resistance..."

Baochan leaned over and hugged him hard, not like a boyfriend who wants to be coaxed, but like a brother, like a relative, Kuangzheng enjoyed his warmth, but his mouth was poor: "Why are you like a puppy?" ?”

Bao Chan murmured: "If I were a puppy, I would wag my tail wildly now, and you wouldn't even be able to catch it."

Kuang Zheng laughed, smelling the smell in the crook of his neck: "Why wagging your tail?"

"Because," Bao Chan squeezed his ears, "I want to coax you."

Kuang Zheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. This may not be the most romantic love story he has ever heard, but it must be the cutest, so innocent, so obedient.

"I don't want to grab the tail," he said.

"Huh?" Bao Chan tilted his head to look at him.

Kuang Zheng kissed his lips, slid his hand down, and pulled his big dick away: "I want to pinch my dick!"

The wrinkled sheets, the sweat in the eye sockets and jawbones, and the begging for mercy, every day is a honeymoon, Valentine's Day.You and I passed by in the morning, Baochan didn't sleep much at all, with two tired dark circles under his eyes, he went to the hospital with Kuangzheng.

In broad daylight, Shan Haichou was not in Wanrong to give advice, but was still soaking in the ward making soy milk for Bai Yinwu. When someone from Kuangzheng came, he caught a glimpse of his hand on Baochan's waist, and stared at him like a ghost.

Bai Yinwu was lying on the bed, thin but very energetic. When he saw Baochan, he sat up in surprise, pointed at the TV and asked Shan Haichou: "Isn't this the one on the star variety show just now..."

Baochan was wearing a beautiful blue suit, carrying a big bag, and bowed respectfully, instead of addressing him as "President Bai" like others, he actually called him "Uncle Bai."

Bai Yinwu was taken aback by his call, "Uncle" sounded old, but he called the relationship closer, skipping the lengthy greetings, and called him a family, "That's not right," he smiled and stretched out his hand, "Kuang Zheng can call me elder brother."

Bao Chan blushed, put down the bag and held it, using both hands, with a small movement, Bai Yinwu saw his sincerity, "Okay, you boy," he joked, "I found a big star."

"Not a star," Bao Chan immediately waved his hand, "just a Peking Opera actor."

Shan Haichou looked at him, frowning slightly, not because he had any prejudice against Kuangzheng's choice, but because he thought that such a shrewd person would be so stupid as to blatantly deviate from the norm.

Kuang Zheng turned his head and met his eyes. The two had a bad conversation last time. Kuang Zheng wanted to relax. He touched Bao Chan's shoulder and joked, "That's your Uncle Shan."

Baochan wouldn't call him "Uncle" in a foolish way anymore, so he glared at him and politely called, "President Shan."

"Hello." Shan Haichou stretched out his hand.

Baochan was still clasped with both hands, with his back slightly arched, showing the respect that juniors show their elders in the old days.

"Native?" Shan Haichou examined him.

"Yes," Baochan didn't hide his background, he is just an ordinary kid from the old town, "Nanshan District."

"Singing Peking Opera..." Shan Haichou glanced at Kuangzheng, "Yanbo Zhishuang Club, are you familiar?"

Familiar, Baozhan is too familiar: "The chairman of the club is my senior brother."

As soon as Shan Haichou heard it, he understood that the younger brother was the leader, and the older brother was in charge of the field. The person Kuangzheng liked was not a handful of weeds on the side of the road. He smiled, took out a business card holder from his pocket, It was a rather formal gesture, but the words were kind: "Come to Wanrong to play when you have time."

Baochan accepted the business card and asked Kuangzheng to take things from the bag. They were all food, some bought in the store and some made by himself, and set up a table.Obviously he came to visit a doctor, but he didn't ask "benign or malignant", "has the cancer spread" and "is there any risk of surgery" like others? There was always a relaxed atmosphere in the ward. People, each holding a toothpick, eating melon with legs crossed.

Before leaving, Baozhan and Kuangzheng went to the doctor's office and met the attending doctor. Instead of giving red envelopes, they gave two sets of gift certificates from Cuixi Huadu, asked about the condition and operation arrangements, and left politely.

When we got home, the sun was setting, and the red rays of light covered the layers of hills, covering the earth with a layer of soft gold.Baochan and Kuangzheng coincidentally walked into the woods behind the house hand in hand, the jagged shadows of the trees, the quiet path, a winter has not come, the fallen leaves are thicker, the branches are denser, it is a little strange.

"I haven't seen Dahei all this time." Baochan yawned without sleep for two days and one night.

"Tired?" Kuang Zheng rubbed the back of his hand.

"En." Baochan leaned on his shoulder.

"Come on," Kuang Zheng said in a grotesque voice, "my husband kisses you."

Baochan closed his eyes and patted him: "Who is the husband?"

"What's the matter?" Kuang Zheng stopped, pulling him to face himself, "I called you husband once, and you're still addicted?"

"Well," Baochan stood on tiptoe, insisting on making eye contact with him, "call again."

Kuang Zheng stared at him scorchingly, took him over and gave him a big bite, paw, kissed him on the mouth.

"Are you allowed to kiss?" Baochan pretended not to let him, wiping his mouth and hiding, "I'll ask Dahei to come out and bite..." Suddenly his right foot tripped, he staggered, and Kuangzheng caught him subconsciously. Looking back, a piece of black fur was exposed under the faded dead leaves.

Bao Chan was startled, but didn't react, Kuang Zheng pulled his shoulders and dragged him behind him, squatting down to push away the fallen leaves.

Baochan opened his mouth slightly, turned around in disbelief, Kuangzheng had already stood up, with a broad back, followed by warm palms, grabbed him, and said softly: "Let's go back and get the shovel."

Baochan followed him back blankly, as if his heart was blocked by a ball of cotton, it was Dahei, under the melting snow, among the thick fallen leaves, walking so desolately, silently, even without anyone to accompany him When it was with it, no one gave it a caring look in its last sight.

Taking shovels, they selected a sunny maple tree and dug a hole, hoping that when the autumn leaves fell next year, Dahei would be covered with a layer of colorful colors.It is a stray dog, but when he was frustrated, he gnawed on the bones with him on the steps, and when the wild dogs barked and charged, he rushed up without hesitation. He had a shining soul, even if he died, It is also worthy of nostalgia and commemoration.

Back home, it was already dark, Baozhan sat on the sofa in a daze, staring at his eyes.Master Kuang left, Bai Yinwu fell ill, and even Dahei left them. He was suddenly afraid that all precious things would be shattered in an inadvertent moment. Anxiety and fear arose from the bottom of his heart, and he suddenly said: : "Brother, let's get married."

Kuang was cooking porridge in the kitchen, when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head, and met his gaze through the hazy heat.

Only when the words were spoken out did Baochan feel abrupt. Marriage, between two men, is even illegal in this country: "Before, before you said that foreign countries can..."

His face was getting redder and his voice was getting quieter. "Married?" The porridge was not ready yet, but Kuangzheng turned off the fire, looking a little nervous because of accident or joy, "Do you want to get married?"

Baochan thought, he had never been so sure like this moment: "I want to..." Just as the words came out, he swallowed them back, "You, do you want to..."

Wechat ding ding twice, he didn't look at it, but stared at Kuangzheng anxiously, anyone could see that those eyes were full of expectation, Kuangzheng smiled slowly, probably because he was too confident, he asked: "Aren't you Do you read WeChat?"

Bao Chan didn't want to look at it at all, but still picked up the phone, glanced at it casually, and stopped at just one glance, it was from Xiao Huang: Brother Bao, Brother Bao!Something happened to Wen Jiu too!

It's little w!

Baozhan got up from the sofa in a hurry, opened Weibo to watch hot spots, and a video broke out. At the beginning, Xiao W and Wen Jiu were also pushing and shoving in front of 301. The mobile phone recorded the video, and the camera shook violently. It's hard to see who is pestering whom until Xiao W pushes Wen Jiu away, slaps him, and yells clearly: "Rogue!"

The video stopped abruptly, and the editing was very professional. Both the sense of peeping and the impact were just right. Baozhan clicked on the comment, and as expected, there was a flood of cursing and cursing:

Why didn't Wen Jiu die!This kind of artist don't come out disgusting!

The evidence is conclusive, won't you arrest him? @capital network police

Didn't he do it once or twice, so the bad artist should be banned directly, okay?

Support rights protection, the woman’s microblog @奇迹的w, pay attention!

Sister W is low-key enough, and she wears sunglasses all the time on the show, which can be seen by scumbags, I am convinced (laugh cry

Animals don't even distinguish between male and female, do they still look at their faces?As long as there are holes (dog head

After a while, there will be more brain-dead fans to wash the ground, saying that their brother is a victim, and that woman forced her to take over.

How can you wash it when you've been hammered to death, wash it in the fucking mind?

Words that were too vicious or even dirty, Bao Chan was so angry that his fingertips trembled, he also called Wen Jiu, but it took him a long time to pick up: "Dude, I'm fine," there was a brief silence, "I'm used to it. "

Get used to it, those three words made Baochan speechless for a moment.

"Don't worry," Wen Jiu said fiercely, "I haven't been fooling around all these years, she..."

"I'll prove it to you." Baochan said.

Wen Jiu was also stunned: "Prove what, don't be a fool, I'll tell you!"

Baochan was very firm: "The truth."

"Fuck the truth!" Wen Jiu was also in a hurry, "There has never been a truth on the Internet, you can't help me, don't reply, don't retweet, don't express any opinions, just manage yourself!"

Baochan thought for a while: "I was in your room at the time, what I said..."

At this time, Kuangzheng's hand fell on his shoulder, Baochan turned his head, blinked slowly, and said softly, "Brother, I'll explain to you later..."

Kuang Zheng moved his fingers and asked him for a cell phone.

"Brother..." Baochan was unwilling, and Kuangzheng directly took the phone from him: "Hey, I'll correct you."

"Fuck," Wen Jiu cursed, "Your baby brother and I have nothing to do..."

"It is necessary," Kuang Zheng interrupted him, "Speak up."

Wen Jiu also choked completely.

"Bao Chan's friends are my friends," Kuang Zheng said with enough air, "Call me anytime."

After finishing speaking, he handed the phone back to Bao Chan, loving and forgiving, and rubbed his hair.