Jiang Song sat in his room watching horror movies about Infant Spirit. This movie was given to him by Fu Yijie, saying it was good-looking. It was said that Fu Kun was so scared that he didn't dare to go to the toilet alone for three days, so he walked around when he saw the child.

Today, Jiang Song is the only one in this two-bedroom house. Guo Yu went to the bookstore and probably wouldn't come back later. He was not here and Jiang Song didn't even want to eat. He felt bored, so he might as well scare himself.

Although he and Guo Yu had no words to eat together, he could only hear the TV ringing, and Guo Yu always liked to watch and adjust the TV to the children's channel. Jiang Song's brain was almost blurred, but that was more interesting than eating alone, at least someone could take a look.

When Jiang Song was distracted, a child suddenly laughed like a disc from the speaker. He suddenly had goose bumps and rubbed his arms.

He raised his eyes to see where the plot had developed. He just looked at the screen, but before he could figure out what was on it, the picture suddenly changed, a child's pale face jumped out, blood oozing through the black eyes, and then another sneer.

With the sudden and weird music in the speaker, Jiang Song yelled in fear, and couldn't help but kicking him forward, trying to keep himself away from the screen.

He discussed the issue of creating a horror movie atmosphere with Fu Yijie. He used the sudden horror music to scare people, and they all agreed that it was the lowest-end method. But now he was frightened by this lowest-end method and screamed, kicking the table, flipping back with the people and the chair, and falling to the ground.

"Damn!" Jiang Song struggled for a few times before kicking the chair away.

The crying of the eyesless child began to come from the speaker.

Jiang Song was a little annoyed and stood up and wanted to go over and pinch the film. As soon as he took a step, his eyes swept to the door of his room.

He didn't lock the door, it was covered, but he didn't know when a gap had been opened!

He immediately felt his intestines sucking, and the windows in the cold weather were closed. Where did the wind come from?

When I turned my head and wanted to take a closer look, a fluffy black head came in through a gap half a foot wide.

"What's the matter!" Jiang Song was so scared that his hair was almost standing up, and he shouted with courage, "Get out!"

The door opened immediately, and Guo Yu stood at the door inexplicably: "What are you doing?"

"Guo Yu?" Jiang Song was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his head on the ground, and then he realized that it was the big big bear slippers that Guo Yu bought last week. The bear's head was about the size of a football.

"I just entered the door," Guo Yu turned around and picked up the plastic bag placed on the table in the living room and entered the kitchen, "Have you eaten? Have you eaten my noodles?"

"Eat, I'm always hungry," Jiang Song turned off half of the pieces and followed, "So you have more, I haven't eaten at noon."

Guo Yu took off his coat and handed it to him: "Is it OK to fry noodles with sauce?"

"It's so good." Jiang Song took out his clothes and hung them up. Jiang Song did a good job of cooking, but the fried noodles made by Guo Yu were particularly fragrant. It took a long time and he had to work hard for an hour to make the simplest dish.

When he returned to the kitchen, Guo Yu was pulling his shirt sleeves. Jiang Song leaned against the door and watched. Guo Yu rolled up his sleeves very seriously, as if the sleeves were rolled up properly and would directly affect the taste of the fried noodles.

But Jiang Song was willing to watch it.

"You don't shout when you come back, you're scared to me and almost pee." Jiang Song found a topic casually. If he didn't speak, Guo Yu would be silent until he finished the meal.

"I thought you heard the door ring." Guo Yu took a cucumber and washed it, put it on the chopping board to start cutting.

"I didn't hear it," Jiang Song smiled, "That piece is not very scary..."

Guo Yu glanced at him and continued to cut cucumbers: "Then you need to change to a scary person and you should jump out of the window."

"I scared you," Jiang Song tsk and pointed at Guo Yu's shoes. "Why do you think you're okay to buy such pair of shoes? It's not dirty, it's hard to wash, it can't see water, and it's scary."

"Warm," Guo Yu cut the cucumber and started cutting the carrot shreds. After cutting it twice, he stopped. "Please take my glasses over. I can't see clearly..."

"Okay." Jiang Song ran into Guo Yu's house and took glasses from his desk. Guo Yu usually doesn't wear glasses, but only wears them when reading books and getting teeth from others.

Jiang Song thought he was good to wear glasses, but he didn't like the feeling of wearing glasses. This man looked more serious when he wore glasses. Jiang Song always felt that he was like Guo Yu's paper.

Guo Yu tossed in the kitchen for an hour and twelve minutes, and prepared two bowls of fried noodles, and sat on the sofa holding it and watching TV while eating.

There is no children's program to watch this point, so Guo Yu transferred an agricultural station to concentrate on how to reasonably increase the pig's slaughter rate while eating noodles.

Jiang Song was a little speechless. Guo Yu was indeed a little confused. If he was just a little interested in Guo Yu at the beginning and had no girlfriend, he just wanted to study whether he was. Now as he studied it a little bit, his sexual orientation was still a mystery, but Jiang Song began to feel a little unable to control it.

Jiang Song has always been thinking about feelings that way. He is not serious, nor does he expect anyone to take him seriously. Everyone is the same. When it is appropriate, they will play together and play with them. When they are bored, they will separate. This is the first time he has been in such a long time that he has started to have a simple idea of ​​playing with someone.

When was it the last time he was serious about people? He didn't want to recall it. Last time he was quite willing to look back and miss it. Fu Yijie was always the perfect one in his heart. Although he only retained the friendship between Yijie now, it did not affect Fu Yijie. It was the first time that he had made him face his sexuality and moved.

As for Guo Yu... he used his light to scan Guo Yu next to him. What is the attraction of this man who likes to watch children's programs and can eat noodles seriously against a group of pigs that are crowded around?

He is not talkative, serious, and is a serious big brother without glasses. He is a serious professor when wearing glasses. Except for the fried noodles, all dishes are cooked like leftovers.

It's a pretty boring person, but every time Jiang Song thinks this way, he will suddenly do something confused, such as suddenly buying a pair of big fur slippers.

Another time, all the green ivy planted by Jiang Song on the balcony was braided.

Last month, I suddenly had a whim to replace the stainless steel hooks in the bathroom with plastic cartoon hooks, but it fell out in one night, and all the towels in the bathroom were scattered all over the floor.

These inexplicable things that are completely incompatible with him can always be called when Jiang Song is about to lose interest in him.

Otherwise, people are just cheap, and they don’t even look at those who come here, but no matter whether they are intentional or not, they will be jealous of them if they are hung up.

"Will you watch the movie later?" Jiang Song finished eating noodles and held a bowl to wait for Guo Yu. Their general division of labor was to do one to wash the other.

"What kind of film?" Guo Yu put the empty bowl into his hand.

"Just the one I just saw, Yijie recommended it, saying that he scared his brother to go to the toilet and had to form a group to go to the toilet. If the buff was not added properly, he would never open the toilet lid," Jiang Song took the bowl and walked towards the kitchen, "Do you see?"

"You don't dare to watch it alone?" Guo Yu asked.

"Hey!" Jiang Song was a little helpless, "You are so funny. I dare not look at you before calling you. I will ask you if you want to watch together."

"Well, let's see." Guo Yu nodded.

"Wait until I finish washing the dishes." Jiang Song became motivated as soon as he heard this. After the water was turned on, the two dishes were washed so loudly that the wind blew up.

He used to watch movies with Guo Yu occasionally, but it was usually comedy. After he had a ramble, Guo Yu would laugh a little, and listen to such restrained laughter. Jiang Song had the illusion that he was an idiot, so he didn't ask Guo Yu to watch it together.

He has never watched the horror movie with Guo Yu, and I don’t know how capable Guo Yu is. If Guo Yu is scared when he sees a scary place, he might have the chance to come over and touch and comfort him, and then confirm what Guo Yu’s attitude towards men’s contact.

Jiang Song's house was decorated very warmly. The large sofa that was dragged back during the discount was filled with cushions, and a fake wool blanket was also made up on the floor in front of the sofa.

He turned on the film again, paused, turned off the lights in the room, and replaced it with the floor lamp next to the sofa. The warm yellow lights sprinkled all over the room, looking warm and ambiguous.

Guo Yu changed into the pajamas and entered the house. When he came in, he said something very disgusting: "A cave."

These words made Jiang Song, who was adjusting his posture back and forth on the sofa, so that he could lean more comfortably, very depressed: "This is called atmosphere."

"When watching ghost movies, you still want atmosphere?" Guo Yu sat on the sofa and hugged him with a mat.

"Look at the secret of raising pigs, you won't need atmosphere!" Jiang Song said angrily, moved to him and leaned against him.

The refreshing smell of washing powder on Guo Yu's pajamas made Jiang Song feel a little swayed. Although the smell could smell when he held Guo Yu's can of washing powder, the feeling was different from the breath mixed with him in Guo Yu's body. Jiang Song almost habitually reached into his crotch with his heart.

"Let's watch it!" He jumped up and clicked on the play. When he sat back on the sofa, he turned to Guo Yu's side.

Jiang Song had already seen it one-third of the front. He glanced at him without a glance, and his attention was on Guo Yu.

Since Guo Yu sat down and leaned on the armrest of the sofa, he held the mat and didn't move it. He looked at it seriously. His glasses were facing the back light and could not see his eyes. He didn't know whether he was afraid or not.

When the child's face suddenly appeared on the screen, Jiang Song whispered, "Damn."

Guo Yu did not react at all, and didn't even move. Jiang Song was so impressed by him that he put the cushion in his arms: "I was looking at this place when you came back, which scared me."

Guo Yu didn't say anything.

Jiang Song couldn't help but look at him. Is this person a little calmer?

"You are quite brave." Jiang Song added.

Guo Yu still didn't move.

"Guo Yu?" Jiang Song felt something was wrong and leaned over to stare at his glasses, "Doctor Guo, aren't you scared, are you?"

Guo Yu was silent, with no expression on his face.

"Senior Brother Guo?" Jiang Song reached out and took off the glasses on Guo Yu's nose, "You...I'll fuck?"

Guo Yu closed his eyes and fell asleep with a serious expression.

Jiang Song held his glasses for a long time and didn't know what to do. This is so fucking awesome. Can you sleep even if you watch a ghost movie?

"Guo Yu?" Jiang Song called him again and said in a low voice, "It's on fire, help."

Guo Yu didn't move, his breathing was quite smooth, and he felt sleeping soundly.

"Roasted, all the books in your room were robbed," Jiang Song said softly, blew a sigh of relief on Guo Yu's face, "Help..."

Guo Yu's eyelashes trembled twice and returned to calm. The screams and scary music from the speakers failed to make him more noise.

Jiang Song tsk, raised his hand and shook it in front of Guo Yu for a few times, then slowly leaned over, and could feel Guo Yu's breathing in his palms. He cleared his throat: "Guo Yu, you are going to be robbed."

His hand was hanging two inches away from Guo Yu's face and Jiang Song was sure that the man could not wake up for a while, so he fell down and touched Guo Yu's face.

Guo Yu's nose was quite high and straight. Jiang Song's fingertips scratched his nose and fell on his lips. His lips were a little dry, and Jiang Song had the urge to go over and lick him.

With the gloomy music in my mind, I could still think a lot. I took off Guo Yu's clothes, stroked and teased her skin, and then... Not long after, Jiang Song felt that he had started to react, which was considered to have reached a certain level of practice.

While immersed in how he ate Guo Yu little by little, he was still not satisfied. Guo Yu's eyes suddenly opened and looked at Jiang Song's hand that was gently tapping on his lips: "I'm doing my best?"

"Fuck!" Jiang Song was startled and quickly withdrew his hand, "Are you awake?"

"I'll wake you up," Guo Yu moved on the sofa, and changed from half-lying to half-relaxing. "What are you doing?"

"I want to check your teeth." Jiang Song took the mat next to him and pressed it on his crotch and hugged it. He didn't feel too embarrassed. Anyway, he was shameless and had been practicing.

"Oh," Guo Yu grinned his teeth and knocked on his teeth with his fingertips. "Touch it twice through his mouth and checked. Is this a new technology?"

Jiang Song glanced at him. This person's brain circuit was different from others, and he couldn't tell whether this was true or false.

"When did you wake up?" he asked.

"I don't know, are you talking to me?" Guo Yu was still knocking his teeth and asked while knocking.
To be continued...