Hope You’ve Been Well

The sky is one inch, and it is bright.

The ....................

Gu Yan's back, the back of the heart, the nose is hidden in the fine and thick hair, full of charity, the chest to the abdomen is warm, the sports pants are a little tweak, attached to the sob, walk three centers line.

Before the body, Zhuang Fan is pillow his left arm, sleeping, covering the windbreaker, the v-tie shirt is smashed and half-dew, the jeans will fall down, barely cover the position of the people .

The old street lanes outside the window gradually moved, commuting, or slowly, unexpected, not far apart, doing business, doing sales, noisy, smoke, sleave.

No two minutes, Zhuang Fan is sensitive to wake up, the upper and lower eyelashes are blowing, lagting the eyeball, first seeing a large-scale yellow wall. Dirty, bonded Branti's sexy poster, writing the phone of the waste station, the most fresh trace is a little black point hot.

He remembered, it was done last night.

When he did a lack of morality, he gave him "eat" in bed.

Holding a boxing in the jaw, Zhuang Fan's heart is released, touch your lips, swollen, touched the corner, dry Baba coading an unknown substance. He is also dirty, it is not qualified to abandon this wall and bed linen, not, but don't give up, this is lie down and has a solid dream.

Suddenly, Gu Yan is on the back: "Wake up?"

Just wake up dumb, like sandpaper, also like a blade of a sawtooth shape, pulling Zhuang Fan's heartbeat tight, he "Well", you didn't move, curiously asked: "How do you know?"

Gu Yan said: "Don't snoring."

Zhuang Fan's heart should be face: "I didn't snoring."

It seems that there is no smile, blooms after the brain, the hook is hidden to reverse the face, followed by the rock, the bottom of his nose, itch, itchy, the strength of the movement.

"The breathing is light." Gu said that this is like reality, the palm of the palm of the heart is, "The ups and downs of the stomach changed." He replied, "I didn't sleep?"

He is in the chamber of the Tibetan sarina, and the body is full of, and there is still sleepy, but I don't want to get it, I want to talk to Gu Yan. The stiffness, the black millennium, who is staying last night, waking the smell, integrating more addictive than spirits and cigarettes, and let him add fans.

Light is getting stronger and stronger, light gold, and the tattoo light in the trial room, all the marinated marinated marine is exposed. Didn't cover your cigarette case, mottled mobile phone screen, bed along the bed, stick to a dark blue handkerchief.

That handkerchief is a guilty, the things that are condensed is Zhuang Fan, last night, he gave him a quick play, the bed is called, two times, the drop repayed her hand.

Wipe one group, lost, there is ruthlessness of pants.

Zhuang Fan is at this time, and the neck has a gradual red, and the face has been shallow and deep, and the ear hang is very bright. It is also sensitive to the ear hole.

Gu Yao said his waist: "Turn over."

Zhuang Fan Hexin hears his waist, moves, feels out of the sour, whispering in meat, is not the spirit. He turned over to the words, four black eye beads were focusing on top, he was a little, and he felt particularly aggressive.

But I have not been so strong last night, it seems that it is three or two points.

It is not a deep feeling that the eyes are deep, and the face is the flower, the tears, the red lips is red, and the traces of the mouth are more unwilling to think that the chin is passed by him, and the blue purple blood vessel is.

Gu Yan raised his hand to cover the face of Zhuang Fan Xin, can't see it, then look down on the horse, the finger is open, he is whisper from the slightest: "I am really like I rape you."

In a narrow housing, it is drunken, and the Paz is a bright evidence. Zhuang Fan's heart shrinks a familiar shrimp, close to the eyes, and the forehead is sweating, and it is shine to have a crystal light.

The bed is crushing, and the words have been sitting up, wearing a pants rope to put on the shoes and put a mobile phone. He returned to the nose of Zhuangxin, and the greasy moves he made a clear refreshing and said: "Ten minutes, I went to buy a porridge earlier."

Zhuang Fan said: "The hotel has breakfast card." He didn't care about the breakfast of the money, just don't want to let the words, even if you come back for ten minutes.

"Cushion pad." Gu Yan laughed, turned into the energetic, "I shot two times last night, you are not true?"

Zhuang Fan's heart is a neck: "Don't look at people." But in the windbreaker, it is a bit virtual. I can't resentful, and he was very fast last night, and I was got a few times and lost my individual.

Bone, Zhuang Fan is wearing a necker to the toilet, and the face will dare to appear in the appearance. The bar is empty, everyone goes home to sleep, on the couch of the card last night, Qi Nan is lying down.

Zhuang Fan's heart accidentally kicked the eyeliner, and he was.

When Qi Nan, I woke up, climbed up, didn't sit in the United States: "Ah ..." He looked at Zhuang Fan, "Ah", "I will stop me."

Zhuang Fan Heart handed the glass on the table: "Is it drinking water?"

Zi Nan said: "I am uncomfortable in my heart." He screamed his hair, and he was beating his chest. "I have a psychological shadow."

"Not so," Zhuang Fan said.

"As for!" Zi Nan's punch is on the pillow, "How can Gu Yisheng become gay? At that time, he turned to our class, which boy is unfumment, it is not as good, it is not as good as you ..." Let's "I rely."

There are half box Wanbao Road on the table, Zhuang Fan's heart took two, and he took a piece and gave each other. This is this business trip, he learns, it seems to be a good time to speak, and you can loose nerves.

At the same table, I said to suck, Zhuang Fan said: "You don't have to be so scraped? I haven't seen it."

Qi Nan airway: "I haven't seen it. I have more gay." Dushen a small soot, "because I didn't have doubt you, you fell, play directly on the machine, scareful!" "

Zhuang Fan is smiling: "If you can't help you, you can hold the boat in your own belly, don't worry about the gay you don't know."

Qi Nan didn't say anything, sinking his face, when I didn't solve the math problem, I thought about it for a minute, Xiao Siy: "At the same table, you have given me an English answer every day, will not be meant to me. ? "

"I really reverse the black and white, isn't you asking me?"

"Hey ... then I will take back to you, will you still have a heart in your way?"

Zhuang Fan Heart blowing smoke: "I put you a brain shock letter?" He is blew, "I am gay, not the ero, I like the man type very single, the example is going to buy early, surname"

If you don't understand this, what else doesn't understand? Qi Nan has a sucking mouth, still feels surprised: "So you talk about it in this year? I still remember that he fights for you, dry, dry, but also sweet."

A meal, Qi Nan recalled what: "No, later, you will go abroad for more than a year, summer ..." He strived, "It's you deleted us! When you contact the way, I also asked the squad leader, asked how many people, do you delete him? Do you have a situation? "

Zhuang Fan's heart avoids lightly answer: "At that time, it is broken."

"Ah? Really fake?" Qi Nan confused, "What is your relationship now ... Old love is still ... gun, cannon?"

The door opened, and the words came back early, and went to the card to see the heart, frowning, in the ashtray. Zhuang Fan Xin was a glimmed glimpse, and he was taught, the small river in his heart was shocked and shot.

Qi Nan did not hear the answer, at this moment, the surname of the smoke, opened the hot porridge hot cake, and blow it to the past, and hurt my wife when he is marriage. Don't you really have a mad? Staring at people, the eyebrows are strong, and the cat dog who feels in the second eight has not been exposed.

He can't help but sing, Cantonese: "The old feelings are more crazy ... long buried inner, repeats ..."

Gu Yan pushed another bowl of porridge: "Don't sing, wait for the Cantonese to make you."

Three people laughed, and the sounds were not big. They were full of long-awaited love, like lunch in the cafeteria with high school era, not very good, but they were very happy.

Going back to the hotel in the morning, from the lobby to the elevator, Gu Yan and Zhuang Fan Xinyi low, when you go out, you have a moderate, and you will have a not healthy taste.

Break up in the corridor, Zhuang Fan's heart is taking into the bathroom, take off, standing in front of the mirror, standing in the mirror, the tattoo on the shoulder is covered by strawberries, and there is a print in the chest.

Wash the clean, Zhuang Fan's heart contains a sliced ​​sugar, "Eat" last night, the throat is grinded, and the pneumatic pain is needed to calm down this.

Open the computer, not reading the mail, no message, no news, the people have to pocardize from love. In the suite of oblique angles, Gu Yan has been wet in the video conference, Swin is Jing, who can't guess what he didn't have ridiculous things in the horns last night.

Busy arrived in the afternoon, their hearts came out from the room, and the promenade was on the promenade, and they were opposite, cauting, hesitated, and gangster.

There are both of the first love, the moonlight, but also have a rude aggression, restraint, and not self-contained, it is greedy, Wash the water to wash the Pearl Plato, the spirits with smoke meat, you want . Want to conquer.

The partial extension is light, and Gu Yan: "Is the company busy?"

"OK." Zhuang Fan's answer, no business in front of the group general manager. He walked over, nature and the heart of the arm, and the arm touched when walking: "Go to turn?"

Gu Yan did not hide, the road was high, and if the knock, if the knot, if the knot is left, it will flow into the back of the hunger, and the flip of the wall is brush, and the two winds of the neck in the corner vase.

Zhuang Fan's sweat is all upright. He knows that Gu Yan is teasing him, watching him, laughing at him, but he doesn't recruit, addicts to ask for a lipstick, he is struggling for a moment The pain is fast.

Get your elevator and hold him.

From the 16th floor to a layer, use the nails to scrape his palm.

Zhuang Fan is placed upside down, holding his fist, gotting on the car, hiding in the back of the driving position, and smashed the hand of the words, washing clothes.

The driver asked: "The weather is so good, where is going to turn?"

Gu Yan answered a small intersection. Zhuang Fan is stunned, it is the old place, where they know, there is neighbors, he lives in this home for more than ten years old.

There are not many vehicles driving there, the old district, the demolition and never dismantled the appetite, I don't know how to plan. After half an hour, the road is wide and narrow, and the convenience store next to it has changed to the counseling mechanism, and the door is full of colorful bicycles.

Zhuang Fan is somewhat, walking in the alley, the bungees are more likely, but the leaves have stacked the thick layer, obviously a long time no one.

Before the door of the Director, the big iron door was locked, the color light rope on the wall didn't see it, and only a broken bulb hangs up. He is in the gap, the weeds in the beautiful garden, so high, even the stairs before the door.

"There is no neighborhood." Gu Yu said, "the policy has changed several times, cultivated the building scenic spot or dismantling the building, has not set it down, the homeowner is not good, it is gradually moved."

I nodded in the heart of Zhuangxin, and took the words to the lane, Xue Jia's door was also locked, he asked: "Grandpa Xue sells the house?"

"No, the old man is smart, the floor is sold, and if you have cultivated the scenic spot, he still wants to move back." Gu Yan pushed the door, contaminated some rust, "A good house was vacant, it was Xiao Zo."

Zhuang Fan is standing in front of the door, although it is wasteful, but the memories are well stored, the crazy grass, the dark brick wall is all witnessed.

When I turned, I saw the truncation road in front of the road, and it seems to be smaller than before, and I have a broken furniture that is moved when I moved, and the road light is filled with small advertisements. The wall of the blue stone flats covered a thick green moss.

Zhuang Fan's heart goes step by step, there is nothing to look, but I want to take it.

The mobile phone rang, and the call came to the wall, and the deputy patriarchal, how to say about the island. Talking for three or five minutes, hanging, he turned a record to view detailed documents.

I watched back to the corner of the wall, and I looked up, and I clicked: "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Fusheng stands before the trash can, is doing the cover in front of the cover, only hope to see the rusted garbage, he is silent, and laughs and answers "Nothing", but smile and bare.