Stringy Wind in the Ear - Chap 56
It was dark outside the window, and only a wall lamp in the entrance gave off a soft and warm light. Li Xun stood in the shadow, revealing a part of his neck, his chest rising and falling regularly, as if he was really waiting for him.
Song Yang unconsciously stuffed his feet into his slippers and limped towards Li Xun, feeling dizzy as if his head had been hit by a bell.
Li Xun maintained his back against the wall without moving, but the smile on his lips grew deeper and deeper, with a hint of frivolity.
The tips of their shoes touched each other. Li Xun’s left foot moved to the side, and then quietly reached forward to clamp Song Yang’s right leg.
The breath was entangled ambiguously. Song Yang did not dare to look directly into Li Xun’s eyes. His lowered gaze swept across his Adam’s apple, collarbone, and finally fell on the round buttons of his shirt.
He raised his right hand and pinched it, then gently untied it and asked in a lighter voice, “Are you really not going to take it off?”
After he asked, he raised his eyes and looked at Li Xun, then quickly lowered his eyes and untied the second one.
His eyes gave Li Xun an electric shock.
be terribly upset.
He’s thirty years old, how could he not take off his clothes?
He knowingly committed the crime, while Song Yang knowingly asked questions anyway.
He was actually willing to cooperate with such a stupid request. It seemed as if what Song Yang was undoing was not the button, but the desire that had been suppressed for many years.
The night was strangely quiet. Li Xun lowered his eyes and stared at Song Yang’s trembling eyelashes. Before this, he had never seen a boy with such long and dense eyelashes, which had a little curve, making the peach blossom eyes look more lively.
They could both hear each other’s trembling breathing, emotions that had been suppressed for so long were about to burst out.
Song Yang unbuttoned the second button, and because of nervousness, his fingertips accidentally rubbed his lower abdomen. Li Xun’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and then he stared at his lips.
Song Yang’s lips were not thin and looked very soft. The light was scorching, and his lips were bright, moist, and somewhat sexy, probably very suitable for being held in the mouth and rubbed.
Li Xun’s brain was stimulated by the chemical substances that were constantly secreted, and it was temporarily dormant. He no longer had any concerns about his identity and gender, nor did he consider the embarrassment after being rejected. His body just moved closer to the other person inch by inch out of some instinct, expecting a response.
Song Yang’s cell phone rang at an inopportune time, and Li Xun’s emotions, which had just been brewing, were shaken away, and he leaned back against the wall reflexively.
“My dad.” Song Yang looked up at him, as if he was applying for something.
“Oh.” Li Xun nodded in agreement, “Then answer it quickly, maybe there is something important.”
Song Yang said “sorry” and ran into the room. Li Xun closed his eyes and banged his head against the wall, feeling annoyed.
Why on earth should we say sorry?
Song Yang closed the door with his back. His breathing rhythm was still unstable, and his body leaned against the door, sliding down little by little.
“What’s the matter, Dad?”
“Have you seen the pee leash? I can’t find it.”
That’s all!
Song Yang’s frown revealed annoyance, and his tone was a little unhappy: “If you can’t find it, ask mom, how would I know!”
“I asked her, and she said she didn’t see it. Didn’t you take it out these past two days?”
Song Yang curled his lips: “I have always kept it on the small cabinet in the corner of the yard.”
“That’s strange. I didn’t see it when I came back in the afternoon. I thought your mother had washed it. Its pee is wrapped around my legs now. I guess it’s time to poop.” Dad kept mumbling to himself while rummaging through boxes and cabinets, “Could it be that someone picked it up…”
“Take it to a nearby place first. If you can’t find it, please send me a message and I will buy another one online.”
“I sent you a microblog for a long time but you didn’t reply.”
Song Yang opened WeChat and sure enough, the message came from an hour ago. At that time, he was chatting with Li Xun in the car and didn’t even look at his phone.
“If you didn’t reply, you must be busy. Do you have anything else to do? If not, I’ll hang up now.”
“What are you in such a hurry to do?”
“Nothing…” Song Yang said guiltily, “I’m reading. I have an exam next week.”
Only then did Old Song hang up the phone.
Song Yang looked up at the sky helplessly, recalling the moment in the corner where Li Xun’s hot breath was getting closer and closer.
Is it an illusion?
“Why are you blocking the door?” Li Xun shouted outside.
Song Yang jumped up from the floor and patted his butt: “No… I just leaned on it.”
Li Xun had taken off his shirt, and his entire chest and abdomen flashed before his eyes. Song Yang’s gaze followed unconsciously.
Li Xun unbuckled his belt with one hand, pulled it out and threw it on the bed. His back was broad and the texture changed slightly with the movement, strong and sexy.
Song Yang swallowed and asked, “Are you going to take a shower?”
“Well,” Li Xun turned to his underwear and said, “My clothes are outside.”
“Okay… I’ll go help you wash it.”
The sound of running water was heard in the bathroom, and Song Yang walked back to the living room.
The shirt was just thrown on the sofa.
He lay down, hugged the clothes and smelled them, then buried his whole face in the clothes, took two deep breaths as if he had a drug addiction, and slowly curled up his body like a shrimp.
Speaking of which, he has been with Li Xun for some time, and except for taking a bath, they have basically no time to separate. How does Li Xun solve his physiological problems?
He chuckled and imagined the scene behind the wall. Li Xun lowered his head and rubbed his body, with water flowing freely along his thriving muscles.
His earlobe seemed to be burned, and a circle of light red appeared.
Just as I was about to do something with my hands, an alarm bell suddenly went off in my head – your behavior is just as despicable as the gangsters in the news!
He woke up instantly, threw the clothes into the water, poured some detergent to soak them, then rushed into the kitchen to wash his face, rushed out again, and reflected on himself under the faint moonlight.
There are still important things to do, and I can’t continue to be so decadent.
Five minutes later, he moved the small stool to the balcony, sat down on it, and scrubbed the clothes hard.
The colors on the fabric are getting lighter and lighter.
It’s quite easy to wash.
Song Yang smoothed the clothes and looked at them carefully under the dim light from the balcony, repeating the process several times until the stain was completely gone. Only then did he wring it dry and shake it away contentedly.
Living next door to them was a middle-aged couple. The man was playing with the parrot on the balcony with a cigarette in his mouth, while his wife was mopping the floor while cursing.
Song Yang retracted his gaze and sighed to himself while hanging the clothes: “I really love my wife…”
The night was endless, with no stars, only a few red lights flashing, indicating night flights. Song Yang closed the window and went back to his room to read.
The flight took off from Beijing, flew over a group of high-rise buildings, and finally landed at Nancheng Airport.
A tall and thin man followed the crowd out of the airport hall and hailed a taxi.
The driver asked him where he was going, but the man couldn’t answer. He pulled out a screenshot from his phone and said, “Do you know this Children’s Palace?”
The photo only shows half of a gate and a security room. It is school time, and children with schoolbags are rushing out. In the center of the camera, a tall man is holding a little girl’s hand.
The driver took a closer look and shook his head. “There are at least ten children’s palaces in the entire South City, both large and small. You should at least tell me which district they are from.”
“Ten, right? Then look for them one by one until you find them.” The man asked, “Do you have anything to do tonight? If not, come with me and I’ll pay you double the money.”
This request is rare.
The driver turned around and looked at the passenger. He was about thirty-five years old, with black hair parted in a 3:7 style and pulled back, meticulously groomed. He was well-dressed and wore an expensive mechanical watch on his wrist. As soon as the man entered the car, he smelled an unusual scent of perfume.
At this time, the man answered a call on another mobile phone.
“Hey… Yeah, I’m here, looking for it.”
“The driver said there are several children’s palaces here, so we have to look for them slowly. Don’t worry, mom. We will definitely find them.”
“It’s getting late. You guys should get some rest first. I’ll let you know if there’s any news tomorrow morning… OK, I’m hanging up now.”
The driver weighed the pros and cons of making money and professional ethics for a moment and said, “In fact, we don’t have to look at them one by one. Don’t we have satellite maps now? You can compare the pictures and eliminate some of them.”
“Really?” The man did as he was told, and sure enough, photos of most of the signboards of the Children’s Palace were uploaded.
The two men put their heads together to study and compare, and immediately ruled out three areas.
The man in the back seat became excited. “So, we only need to look for these few places. There won’t be any misunderstandings about this kind of picture, right?”
“No, if there is a mistake, it could only be that the door decoration system has not been updated, but places like the Children’s Palace generally don’t have decorations.”
The man’s fingertips slid across the screen and noted the locations of a few points: “Then let’s look for the nearest one first.”
“okay.”
That night, they traveled around most of the south city, and until four in the morning, they finally found a few big words that were exactly the same as the ones in the picture.
It was a nice weekend, with a few scattered clouds floating in the blue sky. At around nine o’clock, Song Jingshan took Chuxia off the bus and walked towards the Children’s Palace.
“I’m going to the supermarket to buy some vegetables later. What do you want to eat for lunch?” Song Jingshan asked.
Li Chuzhi thought about it seriously: “I want to eat the fried chicken leg from last time, dipped in the sweet and spicy sauce.”
Song Jingshan smiled and said, “That’s called Thai sweet chili sauce. What else? I can’t feel full with just one fried chicken drumstick.”
“Then I’ll eat a few more.”
“Is there anything else you want to eat? How about braised pork?”
“Okay.” Li Chuzhi even hopped as he walked. “Everything uncle cooks is delicious. I love it.”
Song Jingshan’s smile deepened.
When they were almost at the door, Song Jingshan took off the small schoolbag on his shoulder and handed it to Chuzhi.
It was a little hot, and Li Chuzhi’s nose was covered with sweat. Song Jingshan wiped the sweat off her face and put his right hand into her back to touch it. The little girl was sweating.
He took off Chuzhi’s coat, tied it around her waist, and tucked the hem of her skirt back in. He told her, “If you feel cold in class later, put on your clothes. Otherwise, you will catch a cold. Got it?”
Li Chuzhi said “hmm” and waved goodbye to him. Song Jingshan watched her enter the classroom before turning around and leaving.
At the door of the stationery store next to the Children’s Palace, there was a black Volkswagen with a car rental advertisement on it. The man sitting in the driver’s seat put away his mobile phone, pushed the door and got out of the car.
The uniformed security guard stopped him and said, “It’s class time, parents are not allowed to come in.”
“I’m going in to find someone.”
The security guard looked him up and down. The man was dressed in expensive clothes, but he looked tired, as if he hadn’t slept in many days. His eye circles were slightly dark, and his accent didn’t sound like that of a local.
“That’s not OK.”
The man smelled a cheap cigarette on the security guard, took out a pack of soft Zhonghua from his pocket, and handed it to him with a smile: “Brother, please be flexible, I will be out right away.”
The security guard was stunned when he saw the cigarette, but then he accepted it and asked, “Who are you looking for? Which class? I’ll take you in.”
