, but I feel that this way can better summarize the love of this pair of bamboo horses and bamboo horses~ The
room is very dark, Jello With the feeling of a beast, he felt that the sky should have been very bright. Maybe because of the rainy season, this place occasionally has power outages and aging wires. He silently said to himself that he didn't know where he put his mobile phone before going to bed yesterday. I don't know exactly when it is now, and I can't jump over the sleeping Marty to get out of bed and look for it.
Sometimes it seemed like a head-on crit, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, a very, very young period. Geral knew in his heart that it was supposed to be carefree, playing with Marty every day, and obsessed with hope that they would be together forever. But maybe it's an inherently pessimistic factor, he always remembers those disappointing nights, like when Marty let go of the pigeons, and he accompanies those trendier buddies to the cinema, dancing at the samba, drinking Coke is eating ice cream, they are like flying birds, ready to fly into the distance at any time, and they are very comfortable. I have a lot of troubles myself. For example, my stature is always shorter than Marty, my homework is so-so, and I always think about growing up and growing up, so that my hands have more strength...
You are now very powerful, even your Dad is no match for you. Geralt said to himself sarcastically. But it didn't work, he still had that anxiety that came from nowhere. It's like going back to the teenage days when there was nothing to do.
If he, like Marty, had an unreasonable father, the anxiety seemed justified. Ever since Marty gave up his job in Brazil, he hadn't really been forgiven by his tough dad. Jello has always had his parents who dote on him, maybe too much. Basically, they live together all the time. When Marty left, when he almost broke down, and when he came out of the closet, his parents were always there. Comfort him and support him firmly. But he fell in love with Marty and became wanting to be with him, as if it had been like this from the beginning, even as a child, as long as he saw him, his heart was full and he completely forgot the existence of his parents. It is the lover who makes him understand what love is.
A long ten years after Marty left...he tried to catch him but didn't, he wasn't strong enough. It was as if he was missing a part, telling him his powerlessness at any time. Later, he was no longer naive, and his days were only black and white. Half of the hardship was because of the pressure of coming out of the closet, but who made him different from others. He stopped and walked, constantly questioning whether he was wrong and whether the time spent in the bustling city was worth it. Unaccompanied in the city, earning an ordinary salary, driven like a slave by the boss, deprived of everything that can be called "self" by city life, the only consolation is to keep buying things, he began to ask again. Whether he is worth it, not long after, he returned to his hometown. Ostensibly like a loser beaten by the metropolis, his parents greet him with glee, but he understands that this is where he should be: he's not suited to deal with too much complexity. He has a lot of experience, but in many ways he is like a child.
Everything was the same as when he was a child, but thinking of the pain he had had, he felt a pain in a certain part of his fingertips.
"What time is it?"
He heard the rustling voice beside him, as if he felt his lover watching his eyes carefully. Unbelievably, just thinking about it made the pain in my fingers lessen. Marty, who was rubbing her hair in confusion under the quilt, was very confused and naturally cute. The important thing was that Marty returned to him, and now he is used to waking up in bed together.
"I don't know. I'll go down and see, I forgot where I left my phone." Geral shrugged.
"No, it's the weekend and we can stay in bed all the time," said Marty cutely.
No one mentioned turning on the lights, not to mention that the phone was probably left in the living room. Parents always get up early, and they need to be more enthusiastic about their parents to find the phone.
"I don't think I need a mobile phone... Why don't you want to see my mother? Will she ask any questions you can't answer? Will you feel guilty?"
Jello thought that the straight-line brain circuit of a scientific man like a lover was cute. He also sensed the eagerness of his lover's gaze.
"Jero, you look so dazzling." Marty finally spoke slowly, dragging every word for a long time.
A boyfriend who is not good at talking but occasionally has a wonderful love story makes Jello feel like he is madly infatuated.
"Marty, do you know what you're talking about?"
"Of course, I always thought you were very good-looking, like you were when I was a kid, and you were good at doing a lot of things that I was clumsy about, like talking, dancing, and those plants. "..."
"And..." Geralt whispered the obscene word in his lover's ear as if to kiss, and Marty curled up shyly, Geralt chased after him and kissed his lips with his tongue. Wrapping it up deepened the kiss. There was a lovely gasp from Marty's throat just from the kiss. Jello knew that although his lover looked very stuffy, his body was very frank, and even if there was no verbal expression, he would answer frankly to the male who gave him pleasure physically. He kissed his lover's chin in a devoted way, licked his throbbing Adam's apple lightly, opened his lover's closed knee with his own knee, and grabbed the hot cock between his legs directly from the root. Repeating what he had been doing last night.
His back was wet with sweat... Jello thought to himself, at least remember to turn on the fan next time... but he felt dazed at the same time.
"Again?" he asked needlessly. The lover responded with trembling eyelashes.
In Hekou, there is no need for everyone to get up on time. Everyone only gets up slowly when they want to get up. Marty is very rational in this matter, except that he will not stay in bed for trivial things such as overindulgence on weekends. He is more like a city citizen, used to living a nine-to-five every day, except that he especially likes to study all kinds of creatures. Marty is currently working in the estuary, where there is a government-funded wetland conservation job. He goes out every day to study the rivers, lakes, and the animals and plants on the grasslands, bringing back the leaves one by one for income tags. harm, except for the occasional outcry about excessive logging and poaching. Fortunately, there are not many residents here. In the past, when there were many people, everyone went to the woods and chopped trees casually. Since the economy started to develop, everyone found that going to the urban labor unions would have more income, and they abandoned the farms one after another.
"The main reason is that people's awareness of protection is too weak, and there is no awareness of protection at all. There are too many species on the grassland. Once extinct, it is difficult to recover all of them, and it is a loss to the whole world."
Only when Marty explained it so impassively did Gerald feel that his lover was doing something big that had the potential to change the planet, despite the lover's insistence that being alone wouldn't really have that much of an impact on the planet.
"What human beings do is a major event for the entire era. I hope that there are more people like me. If many, many people join in the meaningful work of protecting wetlands, instead of making money, maybe we will really There's a way to keep our wetlands."
Geralo was willing to believe everything the lovers said... Marty was an expert in biology, a smart man with a higher education. I used to have a stable, high-paying job at a research institute in the city. He later gave up that job because the owner of the institute was the father of his ex-girlfriend.
Geralt is no longer a child, without the wayward idea that everything you get is taken for granted. He had met Marty's ex-girlfriend, Marty used to take his girlfriend very seriously, and their strong bond used to make Geralo feel helpless... They seemed in love, maybe they didn't have a problem with sex, Jello just thinks that their relationship may not be so harmonious at some whimsical times, but Marty is right, he doesn't know An Qi, she doesn't know her kindness, thoughtfulness, and most importantly, she can bring Ma Di's different life, enviable family, lively and lovely children, maybe several children, many people like children, although they can't have their own children, Jello also had such friends before, after all children are so Lovely...but Marty had to choose between them, and he ended up staying and quitting his job at the institute.
It's probably not the "I've put up with it for a long time to quit" kind of inconsequential job, maybe it's the job that Marty had hoped for a lifetime. Marty didn't explain, and Geral knew that the era of innocence when he believed that only his own relationship was important in the world was over.
He understood that it was a precious sacrifice.
Sometimes Geral wondered if he had that worth.
The last to get up was because both were really hungry. They ran to the kitchen together and scrambled to make sandwiches with blue cheese.
Mom and Dad haven't come back yet. The old dog Ivan, who has been raised for more than ten years, hopped alertly at the door. Since Marty's job is here, they both naturally spend a lot of time in the country. Time seemed to stand still at the estuary, everything was the same as before, the same farm, the sunset, the dog in the yard, and the tides of the river...
they both froze in time.
"Ivan is staring at him. You can give him some cheese and he'll be super happy."
"How do you always know what that stupid dog thinks?" the lover murmured in dissatisfaction. He was polite and gaffe like this. There are very few times, "I'm sorry, I just thought it was with you longer before."
Sometimes lovers always say something incomprehensible, even though they are in a relationship.
"But Ivan is also your dog, not to mention that you took the initiative to leave your man in the intervening ten years." Geralt immediately fought back eloquently.
He regrets it a bit, he hates the idea of them arguing, like those hopeless relationships before, always good at the beginning, simply in love, delusion of needing each other... and then ruined by the whole life without exception Lost. But Marty just shrugged and, seemingly nonchalantly, broke a piece of bread and carefully fed it to Ivan. Like all good-natured dogs, he held his tail high, galloped up to the bread, swallowed it in one breath, and ran back just as happily, letting Marty caress his back unsuspectingly.
Marty seemed very happy: "Jero, did you touch it like this too! I always think you seem to be more skilled."
Jero knew that his lover always had the habit of avoiding the most important things, and many times he used silence or changed the subject to escape reality. problems encountered. He didn't blame him for that, after all, he was the one who was chosen. It's just that he is often reckless, and it is difficult to hide what he thinks in his heart.
"Marty...I just realized...I was going to say, Marty, I hate that we're fighting or something, I know you're doing it all for me...including giving up your girlfriend..."
"But I like you. ' Marty replied flatteringly. Geralt felt like he was almost suffocating.
"It's not just about Angie, it's the whole life you gave up... We're not all about love life, are we," Geral added to the cliché.
"Well, at first, I thought about wanting to be with you. This is a more appropriate way. If we want to be together, maybe you will hate my life, and I don't want to see you lose yourself." Thoughtfully, while stroking the dog, he said slowly, "But now I think this life is not bad, maybe I'm born for this kind of life... Well, I mean, it's different, we're together , it's different."
"I don't think the estuary is boring or anything. I'm different from my father. Do you know how many times when I was a child I abandoned those little friends just to fish with you? I think, maybe we are together. , you'll be stronger."
Geral felt like he couldn't move. Perhaps Marty's words evoked in his mind the endless rainy season.
"During the rainy season, I'll have a little free time. Maybe we can save some money and go on a trip. I want to see the waterfall, but it's fine to stay in bed for now." Marty seemed to mutter to himself.
Live stronger and stronger because of being with the people you love.
Happiness is like a dream...even happier than a dream. Geralt smiled slightly.
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