I Have a Secret

The silence in the living room was maintained by Wei Shijin in less than a minute. He smiled cheerfully. "Uncle, you are angry, and the swearing look is very sexual||Sense."

Song Yu’s ear was smashed. He raised his arm and slammed his elbow on Wei’s jaw.

Wei Shijin was beaten, and the pain of his knees made him mad. The grace and the elegance were swept away. He swept his tongue and swept the blood from the lips. He did not fight back and made a violent storm. The brutal behavior, but the man's lips crushed | | pressed up.

The sweetness spreads in Song's mouth. It is the blood in Wei's mouth. The taste is very strong. His brows are tight, and the inside of the mouth is violently searched. It feels straight into the brain, and the scalp is tightened.

Wei Shijin squinted his eyes and pressed his thumb on the man's cheek. He did the swallowing action while he was enjoying it. He enjoyed it and was very color|||love.

Song Wei grabbed Wei Shijin's hair and pulled it back, forcing him to pull away from himself, "mad dog."

Wei Shijin's breath was full of breath. He helped the glasses on the bridge of the nose and gave a laugh in his throat. "I said that I was a dog yesterday. Today I said that I am a mad dog, Uncle, next time I change an adjective, fresh."

Song Hao did not loosen the hand holding Wei Shijin's hair, but also forced back, the muscles on the arm | | meat stretched out a firm strength.

Wei Shijin’s scalp hurts, and a piece of skin is pulled down by the man. He clasps the other’s waist and smiles coldly. “Uncle, how do you react with instinct, is it that you used to do it? Who hit you, do you fight back?"

Song Hao’s eyes flashed and he turned his head.

Wei Shijin took the momentary change of the man into the eye. It seems to be accurate. He put the man on his chest, and the legs were slightly forced to block the opponent in his leg. |, skip the topic, old things. It doesn't make much sense to turn it out. It's all gray. "If you don't look at the exhibition, then look at you."

Song Wei thought that Wei Shijin would ask questions. He did not expect him to have it. After all, people have curiosity.

Wei Shijin pinched the man's face and let him face himself. "Do you know where I was attracted by you for the first time? It's not your face that can't pick the fault, it's your eyes, it's hidden inside."

Song Hao down the eyelids, hooks? Who said this?

Wei Shijin took a bite on the man's nose and smiled. "Uncle, you hooked me."

Song Yu’s breath was a stagnation, and he remembered the man. He pushed Wei Shijin to the sofa, his eyes were worried, his eyes were burning, and he had not lost his temper for many years. In recent times, he has closed the door and smashed the door. The sentence, not done before, this is the first time I have not controlled.

Wei Shijin’s eyes behind the lens felt that he had become a scapegoat. He had been treated by the generation. He was still laughing and posing a lazy posture of “How can I do it, you are free”, “I just used it all the time. Well, the uncle's breath is a little breathless, indicating that there is no exercise in the near future, it is lazy, and it is a matter of time before the eight packs become a piece."

Song Yu bent over to touch Wei Shijin's pocket, touched his cigarette case and lighter, and skillfully pulled a cigarette from the inside and licked it, spit a smoke ring against the air, and had a clear vicissitude on his face. There are also decadence and numbness after the injury, and there is no hope or expectation for life for the future.

"Wei Shijin, with your own conditions and family background, more people choose for you, why do you need to spend it in a middle-aged and old people in their fifties? This thing spreads out to your family, you can't hang on your face, your friends and family. I will also look at you with a different look. I think that your brain is sick. No matter which point you think about it, what you are doing now will cause you trouble."

Song Yu used the taste of nicotine to calm himself down. He didn't get angry any more. He calmly talked with Wei Shijin, but he couldn't tell.

"Middle-aged people in their fifties? When you say this, you don't believe it."

Wei Shijin’s arm rested on the back of the sofa. “Uncle, this is what we have said since the first time, but I am twenty-six, not sixteen, not six, what you said to me. It’s nothing, life is impermanent, don’t look at me talking to you now, maybe I’m going to die on the road today.”

He overlapped his long legs and smiled after a rare feeling. "I like the same thing, I want to get it, I want to take it for myself, what is wrong? No, it is logical."

Song Yi’s smoking action was a strange look. “Do you like me?”

Wei Shijin’s face was hurt. “Uncle’s words are really sad. If I don’t like Uncle, why should I spend this effort?”

Song Yu’s gaze to the youth | 裆 | | Department sweep, "What do you like?"

Wei Shijin leaned forward and looked back at the man. He said, "It is also a part of my body, and it is still a very important part, which is related to my whole life."

Song Yi’s mouth was stunned and extremely subtle.

Capturing the man’s expression for a moment, Wei Shijin’s breathing was heavy and he felt that he was more recruited at this time. It seems that this should be the case. This is the real one, not a piece of wood that emits rot, “Uncle, me. Know that you have secrets, Huang Shanyou, Chen Yue also, about the three of you."

Song Wei’s pupils were miniature. He silently bowed his head and smoked. One hand reached over and pinched the cigarette between his fingers. The ear was the laughter of the youth. “There are secrets, I have, and my uncle is not afraid.”

"I have nothing to fear."

Wei Shijin’s eyes were sharp and his voice was very gentle. “Uncle, no one told you, if you lie, how many times will your eyes be?”

Song Hao’s hand was gently rubbed||挲了, a few can’t be checked.

Thinking of the past? Wei Shijin sucked two cigarettes, and the tongue || pointed the saliva that the man left on the cigarette butt. He chuckled. "Look at how you smoke, it is an old smoker."

Song Wei went to take the cup on the table and drank it. After drinking it, Wei Shijin drank it. His throat rolled twice, and he drank a few mouthfuls to dilute the sweetness of his mouth.

Wei Shijin bounced the ash, and he walked over and put his chin on the shoulder of the man and sighed in his neck. "Uncle, if you don't go, you can't catch up. There is monitoring in the corridor. Are you sure I want you to go downstairs?"

Song Wei looked at the past.

Wei Shijin used his teeth to bite|| live in the cigarette butt, like a smile, look at him, "Well?"

A few seconds later Song Song turned and went to the bedroom. When he came out, his dark gray home service had been replaced, wearing a windbreaker trousers and standing tall.

Wei Shijin shook his head, and it was not good to cooperate early. He casually mentioned, "Uncle, you should not have procrastination?"

Song Yu’s eyelids jumped.

Really? Wei Shijin’s key turned around on his fingertips. How can you say that there are several things in the future? He blinked his eyes, and the man wrapped his shell and shattered it. He could peel it off in a few moments, revealing the true side hidden inside.

"That's a coincidence, my lifestyle is protracted, you can follow me, you can cure."

Song Yu put on his shoes, he squinted and screamed, "Your priority is to cure rabies."

Wei Shijin shook his shoulders. "Uncle and I are humorous, good."

Three minutes before the nine o'clock, Wei Shijin presented an invitation letter and entered the gallery with Song Yu.

When Song Song was doing the task, the identity and life of the takeover were different. One of them was a young painter. When the inspiration was exhausted, he could shut himself down in the hut and secretly **** it. In the future, not only did he not have inspiration, but he also ruined his body. His final ending was a successful quit, poison, and the style of the painting changed, causing media attention, and the response was huge. He also wrote his own experience as a bestseller, fame and fortune.

The task of that time was to smash a good hand and then smash the bad cards, and to turn the tide. Now Song Yi recalls that it is actually tossing, people are alive, and many times are tossing.

If you want to live a little bit of it, don't just lie down, you are already lying down.

There is a sublime atmosphere in the gallery. No one shouts loudly, and no one runs around. They come to the celebrities. Whether they are the influence of good quality or purely for the face, they talk about the sounds. The footsteps are deliberately depressed and try not to disturb other people.

The problems of brushwork and skill are left to the professional staff to comment. Most people come here just to see the painting and feel the artistic conception that the master uses the brush to outline.

Wei Shijin saw Song Yu stop in front of a painting. He walked over and blinked. The painting was a mountain, extremely narrow, slender and long, and the person watching was depressed. "Uncle likes?"

Song Yu’s words are admired, “The painting is very good.”

Wei Shijin heard the words and moved his eyes to the man's side. He was very interested in picking his eyebrows. "Why, the uncle knows how to paint?"

Song Yu said faintly, "When you are old, there is nothing wrong with it. It depends on all kinds of flowers, raising fish, practicing several paintings of calligraphy and painting to pass the time."

Wei Shijin’s facial muscles pumped, and the man became a dead-hearted look. He thought of the goldfish in the jar, and the bubble slowly rotted in the water. “Don’t hang your age all day, old and old. ""

Song Yu’s body is indeed in his prime, healthy than ordinary people. The traces left on his face are very light, but his heart is old before he crosses the parallel world. He can’t jump, he’s long gone. Forget the feeling of heartbeat acceleration.

Wei Shijin inadvertently picked up something. He suddenly put Song to the back of the pillar. "Hey."

Song Hao asked.

Wei Shijin pushed the glasses up and whispered, "My sister."

He secretly observed the situation. He left the plane yesterday and left the plane. How come today? Is it difficult to catch him specifically?

Song Wei said, "Your sister may know that you will take me to the gallery. The person she rushed to is me."

When Wei Shijin saw the man still talking, he immediately grabbed his mouth with his palm.

The snoring of the high heels came from a distance, paused for a second or two and went far.

Wei Shijin’s tight back was loose, and his sister only used a brand of perfume. The smell was light, indicating that people were not nearby.

Song Hao took his hand. "Are you afraid of your sister?"

Wei Shijin took the hair in front of the glasses. "Not afraid, it is annoying. Many of her ideas are different from me. When there is no conflict, I can sit down and eat and chat. When there is a conflict, I will talk about it."

Song Hao raised his eyebrows, "Kissing sister?"

Wei Shijin nodded to him, "pro."

Song Yu walked out from behind the pillars, and Wei Shijin pulled him back again. "Await another time."

When the words were finished, Wei Shijin’s cell phone rang. It was his sister who called him. He grabbed the man’s wrist in one hand and took the cell phone in one hand. “Hey.”

That head is a cold and capable female voice. "The age of 57, the physical characteristics of the early thirties, I did not expect that there would be such a person in the world, it is younger than the photo, and even more incredible."

Wei Shijin’s tone sank, “What do you want to do?”

"I will not do anything, you are better not to do anything, Song Yu's physical condition is very strange, too unscientific, Chen Yue's lover is also like that, Shi Jin, my sister told you that the unknown represents danger."

Wei Shijin smiled and said, "Sister, when did you care about my private life? One year a teenager came to the door, cried and said that I touched him, asked me to be responsible for him, check the surveillance, and return to the hospital to return me. Innocent, don't you be a lively look?"

Song Yu looked at the smile on Wei Shijin's face, and the city there was deep.

Wei Shijin hung up the phone. "My sister means that you are an unknown creature, tell me not to touch."

Song Yuxin said, your sister is right.

Wei Shijin put his mobile phone back in his pocket. "After listening to that sentence, do you think she is worried about my brother?"

Song Wei asked, "No?"

Wei Shijin smiled very charmingly. "Of course not. She knows my temper. The more I stop, the more I insist."

He shrugged. "So my sister is waiting to see me messing things up. It is best to cry and go home to find my mother."

"..."

Song Wei said, "I believe that you are a brother and sister."

Someone came over, Wei Shijin turned his head and said hello, his afterglow was on the man, paying attention to the other's whereabouts.

Song Ming did not leave, did not do anything else, is to watch a painting, come here, should let yourself be full of eyes.

At the point of eating, Wei Shijin took Song Song to the West Garden. The buildings there are antique, surrounded by mountains and waters, beautiful scenery, suitable for family and friends, or colleagues, lovers to vacation.

Wei Shijin and the owner of the West Park were old acquaintances. He greeted him in advance and took Song Song directly to the second floor.

Song Wei stood on the promenade on the second floor and looked far away. The blue sky was washed and the mountains were beautiful. He closed his eyes and took a breath of air, which was very fresh.

Wei Shijin saw the relaxation of the man. He copied his hand in his pocket and stared into the distance. "I can't say it in the morning."

Song Hao did not have the expression of his own face.

Wei Shijin raised his lips. "Now people have a fast pace of life. If you come to this place, you can decompress them. As for Uncle, you have no pressure to solve, it is space, you have to stuff things inside."

Song Yu took back the sight in the distance, "What?"

"See what Uncle wants."

Wei Shijin’s gentle gentleman who smiled at the man, “As far as I am concerned, what I am stuffing is what the uncle wants.”

Song Wei’s side line is stretched, “Be smart.”

Wei Shijin licked the man's earlobe and evacuated his hand before he rebelled. "Uncle, I like you more and more."

Song Wei is immune to those words.

To be exact, he does not believe in all promises, vows, sweet words, not solid, this second is still solid, the next second will collapse.

If there is one thing that can make Song Song believe, maybe only time.

What demon and ghosts can be made under the time of the demon mirror, time can also corrode those substances floating on the surface.

Song Wei and Wei Shijin entered the private room, and all the surrounding scenery was taken all the way. "This place is good."

"I can't bring you over?"

Wei Shijin took the teapot and poured tea. "There is a peach forest in the south. The flowers are all open. We have to go after the meal."

Song Wei said, "Don't go."

Wei Shijin took the glasses and put them aside. "Uncle, what kind of life habits do you have to go for a walk after meals, and see if the flowers are good for your health."

Song Yu hangs his eyelids, his fingers are crossed and placed on the abdomen. He doesn't talk, and he doesn't have expressions, like a statue, a work of art.

Wei Shijin's upper body leaned forward, his arms on the table to look at the man, his eyes falling on the wound on his face, biting yesterday, leaving a small mark, it will take two or three days to disappear.

"Uncle, you still owe me a glass of wine, is it still worth it today?"

After Song Yu, leaning against the back of the chair, "Why are you holding this up?"

Wei Shijin暧||昧 and romantically said, "Because this is my first appointment with my uncle."

The body is tall, the face is beautiful, the eyes are like peach blossoms, laughing and laughing, the eyes are affectionate, the young is worthy, the family is famous, the official||the children, these words are concentrated on one person, the so-called pride of the sky.

If you change your personal position to sit here, you can't move yourself.

The waiter brought in the dish, one plate after another, and it was filled quickly, and there was a jug of wine.

Wei Shijin refers to the blue-and-white porcelain plate in the middle. "Steamed squid, the signature dish of the West Garden. This dish was made by my friend himself. How about the taste?"

Song Hao took a chopstick and put a shrimp in his mouth, and his mouth was unclear. "I don't eat fish."

Wei Shijin asked freshly, "Don't eat fish? Allergies?"

Song Wei said, "Afraid of fishbone."

Wei Shijin, "..." The squid itself is rarely stabbed.

He was insured, and the meat on the belly of the fish was handed to the man's mouth. "This is not stabbed."

Song Yu clipped a chopsticks and a piece of fungus into a small bowl. "You eat it yourself."

Wei Shijin maintained the feeding action unchanged. "Come to the West Garden does not eat this dish, it is equal to not coming, you have a taste."

Song Yu is impatient, "I said, you yourself..."

Wei Shijin withdrew from the man's mouth, and the meaning was still unfinished|舔||The next time he had his lips, "Is it delicious?"

Song Hao used his hand to make a thorn from his mouth. "What is this?"

Wei Shijin’s eyes were surprised. The place was a fish belly. It is reasonable to say that there will be no small thorns. His face flashed and he coughed and said, “This is not a thorn.”

Song Wei sent him in front of him. "Then you eat it for me."

Wei Shijin got lost on the table. "This has a table of dishes. I have to keep my stomach and not eat anything else."

Song Hao bowed his head to eat vegetables and ignored him.

Wei Shijin took chopsticks and put a piece of white meat under the fish's eyes. "I can guarantee that this is definitely not stabbed."

Song Yu knows that there will be no. He used to eat only the fish there, and there is a piece on each side, called the crescent.

Wei Shijin poured a glass of wine to the man's desk. He picked up his own glass of wine. "Uncle, accompany me for a drink."

Song Wei asked Wei Shijin what kind of wine, he said it was good wine, equivalent to nothing.

A sip of wine, the face of Song Yu was covered with heat, and it was red.

Wei Shijin’s wine glass bottomed out, and he was full again. “According to my observation, people who drink on the face can basically drink, but they can’t drink without the face.”

The lower leg of Song Wei’s table was smashed and he kicked it.

Wei Shijin had a pain, and the blue ribs of the forehead smashed out. He drank like a boiled water, and he did not forget to give the man a fish.

Song Wei thought that Wei Shijin would have to drink so much, and he would definitely be squatting. The accident is that he is the same as nothing.

The temperature in the afternoon was just right. Song Wei and Wei Shijin went fishing at the lake.

Wei Shijin caught two fish grandchildren. He looked too small and just put it back in the lake.

Song Yu fished a bucket.

Wei Shijin was not convinced. "Your bait is the same as mine."

Song Yu said, "The bait, the hook, the rod are no different, and the people are different."

Wei Shijin eats cockroaches, he has no choice but to squeeze the nose. "Uncle, you are good at hurting people."

Song Yu collected the fish and got the fish on the hook.

Wei Shijin grabbed and put himself in the bucket, and also grabbed three or four big ones in Song Yu’s bucket. His face was not red and did not jump. "Uncle, eat the fish you caught at night, leave the rest, or stay in the west." garden?"

Song Wei said, "I don't bring it."

Going back to burn and have trouble, one is too lazy to burn.

Wei Shijin washes his hands in the bucket. "Let's stay in the West Garden. Come back and let my friends give you more dishes."

Some people will do things in a good way, first plan, and then one by one, do not disturb, in order, Huang Dan is the kind of person, Wei Shijin is also.

Wei Shijin did the same arrangement. In the evening, he took Song Hao to the hot springs. "Uncle, I only have time today, and I am not so busy."

Song Yu’s back sank and smashed a bear.

When Wei Jin was a little taller, he bent over and walked on the man's back. "If you think about me, just call me, I will go see you, you can come to me by yourself."

"Don't say impossible, Uncle, you can't say death, you miss me, don't want me, each 50%."

Song Yu’s elbows turned back and the strength was great.

Wei Shijin shunned sideways, and in the morning he was arrogant. He was beaten and now he is still green.

"If you don't move, just come to me, like a cat. I told you that your uncle can't quit. I have to call you a big brother."

Song Yu pulled the youth from his back to the side. He was about to talk, but he yawned and was sleepy.

Wei Shijin frowned. "You didn't take sleeping pills?"

Song Hao did not bring, his tiredness came to the eyebrows, and the Tibetans could not hide.

Wei Shijin licked his neck. "Before you are free, find something for yourself, and you need to eat that stuff."

Song Wei did not refute.

Wei Shijin bite||Stay a piece of meat in the man's neck to suck||吮, unexpectedly beaten.

Song Wei and Wei Shijin went not to the public hot spring pool. It was an independent room. The ** aspect was done in place, suitable for small couples, couples.

Song Hao stepped into the hot spring pool, and the hot eyes behind him sneaked into his bones.

Wei Shijin's gaze is going up the man's body, the skin color is very healthy, the muscles are distinct, the shoulders are narrow and the waist, the hips||the part of the leg is very attractive||people, want to smash the piece of cloth.

Aside from the other, such a body is enough to make people unable to open their eyes.

Wei Shijin’s eyes are deep and his voice is in love. | Desire, “Uncle, I see you look hard.”

Song Wei sat in the pool and poured water on his chest. He exhaled. "You have a hard time a few times a day."

Wei Shi Jin was on the edge of the pool, he took glasses, the desire in his eyes | | hope strong, "not yet uncle has charm."

Song Yu combined his eyes and heard the laughter of the youth. "Uncle, you are not afraid, I know that I want you, but I can still so calmly in the water."

Wei Shijin waited for the man to say "You think you want, you can get it", I didn't expect him to be fooled, very smart.

Song Yu is sleepy, his brain is slow, and he can see it, and he will be safe when he comes.

The water in the pool is soft, and it will be very comfortable when attached. Song Yi has not been so fulfilled for a long time. He leaned against the stone wall and his eyelids gradually sank.

Wei Shijin took a call back and the man fell asleep.