Chapter 124 Waste (3)

[I haven't changed for a long time, I love you, it's been six years]

City H has long banned fireworks, and Pei Zheng was stunned: "Where to look?"

"Don't ask, commit suicide if you ask," Zhou Jiayan joked with him, "Get dressed, uncle."

Pei Zheng sees everything Zhou Jiayan has done today. It has been a long time since he has had such a festive Spring Festival, and he is somewhat moved. Yiyan didn't ask any more questions, she went back to her room and put on a coat.

"Just wear this?" Zhou Jiayan tutted when he saw his outfit, "Wear a down jacket."

Pei Zheng said, "I don't have a down jacket."

Zhou Jiayan raised his eyebrows, and went to his closet to pull a down jacket and put it on Pei Zheng.

Nike's, black long, very ordinary and very youthful. Although Pei Zheng is in his thirties, he has never looked old. After wearing it, he looks like a gentle and handsome high school student. Zhou Jiayan's eyes flashed when he saw it.

He helped Pei Zheng zip up his down jacket, and finally kissed him on the top of his head, saying, "Uncle, I'll take you out of class for a puppy love."

Pei Zheng also laughed: "It's obvious that I'm the actor, but you're better at acting than me."

The actor Zhou Jiayan said nothing and drove out with his high school uncle. On the way, Pei Zheng didn't ask him where he was going. He spent a small amount of time dealing with the information of New Year's greetings.

Zhou Jiayan was addicted to the warmth of being alone in this small space, and deliberately drove the car very slowly. It was ten minutes before midnight when he arrived at the place, and he was aroused by a sense of urgency, and quickly pulled Pei Zheng out of the car.

"Suburban?" Pei Zheng asked, "No one should care about the fireworks here. Are the fireworks in the trunk? I'll help you move them."

Zhou Jiayan took off his scarf and wrapped it around Pei Zheng's neck: "No need for uncle, wait for me in your room."

Pei Zheng: "Room?"

Zhou Jiayan made a sound of "um", took out a small remote control from somewhere and pressed it, and a light suddenly erupted in front of the two of them.

The suburbs were pitch-dark and deserted. Pei Zheng didn't know where the light came from, so he took a step back subconsciously. Zhou Jiayan happened to be right behind him, so he was not polite and took the man into his arms.

When his eyes got used to the light, Pei Zheng realized that not far in front of him was a small glass room, about six or seven square meters, with strings of small lights and white feathers hanging on the glass walls, and a few more ...his photo.

I saw the photo after I went in. Pei Zheng turned around and asked, "You made all these, including this glass room, yourself?"

Zhou Jiayan made a sound of "um".

Pei Zheng: "How long have you been preparing?"

"In less than a month," Zhou Jiayan said, "there are stools and blankets here, uncle, sit here and wait for me."

After Zhou Jiayan finished speaking, he went out, not forgetting to tighten the scarf for him before leaving. Pei Zheng wanted to laugh at the glass room in the style of an idol drama in Wanwan, but it was the child's heart.

Zhou Jiayan didn't know what he was thinking, anyway, in his plan, Pei Zheng should have been moved to tears by this gift that was different from other coquettish bitches, blowing his nose and crying.

He whistled and carried fireworks with great pleasure, and set up a full circle around the glass room. With one minute to go before midnight, he lit all the fireworks.

"Dong dong dong——" The New Year's bell rang.

"Bang bang bang -" The brilliant fireworks took off.

Zhou Jiayan stood outside the fireworks, grinning and jumping while waving at Pei Zheng, the tip of his nose was frozen red, and he opened his mouth to say something.

Pei Zheng didn't hear it clearly, and guessed from his mouth shape that what he said should be "beautiful or not". So Pei Zheng stood up and said to him with his mouth: "It's beautiful, thank you."

In fact, it is really beautiful, and the silver light blooms all over the body, as if he is in the heart of the hot flame, and spends the most brilliant moment of his life with it. In order to make Pei Zheng see more clearly, Zhou Jiayan turned off the light in the glass room, jumped into the glass room before the fireworks went out, and hugged Pei Zheng from behind.

Pei Zheng looked back at him, and he took the opportunity to hold Pei Zheng's lips. They kiss in the embers of fireworks. In fact, apart from going to bed, they never kissed, this was the first time.

Zhou Jiayan plundered the opponent's air without hesitation, and Pei Zheng was a little dizzy when he kissed him, and hooked his neck with his backhand.

This is a signal - at least for the vigorous Zhou Jiayan, this is an invitation from Pei Zheng. He kissed deeper and harder, and by the end of the kiss, his hand had reached the other's chest.

Even through the thick down jacket, Pei Zheng could feel the things behind him pushing against him. Gasping: "Don't...don't be here, go back to the car."

Zhou Jiayan took him back to the car.

Zhou Jiayan was already very uncomfortable, but he was never a person who was anxious, not to mention his current status, which is just Pei Zheng's lover. He tried every means to arouse Pei Zheng's interest, and gradually felt that Pei Zheng also responded, and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay, uncle?"

Pei Zheng didn't say good or bad, he took out a small square bag from the storage box between the seats.

Zhou Jiayan didn't know what he was doing at first. When he saw that thing... his face became cold.

The atmosphere in the car also changed instantly because of him. Zhou Jiayan took the small bag, and his voice was hoarse with a little patience: "Uncle..."

He said, "Why is there this thing in your car?"

Pei Zheng did not speak.

Why there is this thing, the answer is very simple, either have used the rest before, or are using it now. Zhou Jiayan took a bite on his collarbone: "Speak!"

Pei Zheng was bitten by him and frowned, but he still didn't speak. Zhou Jiayan was irritated by his attitude, tore open the package, and pushed in.

It was very painful at first, Zhou Jiayan's actions carried the meaning of punishment, and neither of them felt very well. Later, he still couldn't bear to see Pei Zheng sad, so he slowed down and kissed Pei Zheng's neck like crazy.

"Uncle," he murmured, "as long as I am not good?"

"What did I do wrong, tell me, and I'll change it."

"Is it not comfortable enough to be with me? I will try my best to learn."

"Uncle, you promised me..."

"Don't say it—" Pei Zheng interrupted him, "Only children will believe in promises."

Zhou Jiayan froze for a moment, then blocked his mouth.

So it is really unfair to say that God can give some people the most beautiful skin, but also let him say the most cruel words.

This is the longest time for Zhou Jiayan, and he has never been able to come out.

Pei Zheng was tortured many times by him, and he was soft on him and kept breathing. He hugged Pei Zheng for a while, cleaned up his body for him, and gave himself time to calm down.

The time to get home was four in the morning, and none of them expected that the first four hours of the new year would be spent outside, in that way.

Pei Zheng took off his clothes wearily and lay down on the bed, and Zhou Jiayan followed. If Pei Zheng would usually drive him away, today I don't know if it's because of guilt or because I'm really tired, let Zhou Jiayan hug him from behind.

The hug between them seems to have always been this way. Zhou Jiayan sniffed the scent around his neck greedily, and whispered, "Uncle, how did you celebrate the New Year before?"

Pei Zheng said: "Find a few friends, or be alone."

"After that—" Zhou Jiayan's voice stopped abruptly.

He suddenly remembered what Pei Zheng said in the car, and the child believed in the promise.

"What about the future?" Pei Zheng asked.

"It's nothing," Zhou Jiayan kissed the tip of his ear, "every year in the future, I wish you peace and happiness, smooth and worry-free."

From the first to the sixth day of the first year, Pei Zheng had a party almost every day. When he came back, he was drunk. Zhou Jiayan stayed at home to take care of him.

Do it when you want, and a drunk Pei Zheng can easily be aroused by desire. What makes Zhou Jiayan more gratified is that at least Pei Zheng came back after the wine party and didn't stay outside.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, when the crew started work, Pei Zheng's life assistant came to pick him up. Before leaving, Zhou Jiayan said, "Uncle, remember to call me when you need it."

Pei Zheng gave him a hug like an elder: "Take care, Jiayan."

In the next six months, Zhou Jiayan never received any news from Pei Zheng. He wasn't annoyed either. When he wanted Pei Zheng, he would look at the stills. If the stills couldn't be solved, he would fly over to see him.

Every time at this time, Pei Zheng had to ask for a half-day or a day's leave. There was no way. Zhou Jiayan held the purpose of not letting Pei Zheng find someone else.

Zhou Jiayan is indeed practicing as he said. Pei Zheng could often experience different feelings. He almost fainted several times, and he didn't even know how to get in and out of the bathroom.

It's another year's college entrance examination season, and it's also Zhou Jiayan's birthday. This time, Zhou Jiayan also spent his birthday with Pei Zheng and was still out of town.

Zhou Jiayan said, "Uncle, do you remember..."

"Remember," Pei Zheng said, "your birthday."

From being adopted at the age of 12 to the age of 19, Pei Zheng finally remembered his birthday for more than six years and nearly seven years.

Zhou Jiayan couldn't be happier, he got up and knelt beside Pei Zheng who was smoking by the bedside, "Then have you prepared a present for me?"

"Well..." Pei Zheng paused, "I'm sorry, Jiayan."

"It doesn't matter," Zhou Jiayan laughed, and stroked Pei Zheng's fingertips, "Uncle, what does the smoke smell like?"

Pei Zheng: "It doesn't taste good."

Zhou Jiayan: "Give me a taste."

Pei Zheng: "Children can't smoke."

"Uncle," Zhou Jiayan stepped on top of him as soon as he heard the words, "I won't pester you to make a promise now, why do you still treat me like a child?"

How should Pei Zheng answer these words? Maturity is ideological, not just by accomplishing something and achieving a certain goal. He thought for a while and said, "Jiayan, a mature person will not waste time on things that don't work out."

Zhou Jiayan tilted his head: "For example?"

Pei Zheng: "For example, loving someone who won't respond to you."

When Pei Zheng said this, his tone was flat, as if he didn't understand how much this hit a passionate young man. The young man seemed to be used to it, and did not show any sadness, and calmly said: "You are wrong, uncle."

Zhou Jiayan looked into his eyes fixedly. In order to please Pei Zheng, Zhou Jiayan rarely refuted his words, but this time he refuted very firmly:

"I won't stop loving you just because you don't love me. That's not true love, and it's not maturity. It's evasion and cowardice. No matter if you can respond to me in the end, I'll fight for it. Uncle , I'm only 19 years old, I've only been with you for six years, and I still have a lot of time...and a lifetime to waste."