[Demon Phoenix] has a premonition that the Bluebird Brother will fly over.

Qingniao is 00's younger brother. I was secretly delighted; his unawareness of his own fresh and bright nature was what allowed me to find a treasure—a rare quality unique to youth.

The boy has a light in his eyes and a smile on his lips. I said he was the Qingniao younger brother I had been searching for; I envied his untainted shyness. His fair skin, tinged with pink, and slender frame, possessed a special kind of elegance in my eyes.

As I type this, I haven't seen him for almost 48 hours, yet we've only known each other for 72 hours. These past few days, I've been extremely conflicted, impulsive yet calm. My encounter with Qingniao younger brother unfolded like a blind box, all because I told him I was in Henan.

He's like a little sun, from the moment we met. Standing in the plaza at the high-speed rail station exit, his voice came through my phone. From afar, I desperately wanted to hug him. I was shy, afraid of startling him. At that moment, night had just fallen, and I was uneasy; my heart, which hadn't raced in a long time, raced with nervousness—I was afraid of seeing distance or disappointment in his eyes. The light in my brother's eyes lingered in my memory from that moment.

We went to a quiet bar together; it was his first time there. Later, I learned he'd spent his holidays working and studying. He said we were like old friends, that he'd been independent since childhood and felt lonely with few companions. We clinked glasses, celebrating our sudden companionship, no longer needing to drink together as a trio. I picked up the ambient light on the table, "Let our feelings meet," and we smiled at each other—wasn't this the best arrangement? I surrendered myself to my "intuition," following my premonition to this city. He gave me his trust and companionship on that refreshing summer night.

I was surprised he'd read all my erotic fanfics before meeting me, even using phrases from them as we drank. He said he could drink two jin of baijiu, yet the cocktails were already intoxicating. I greedily stared into his eyes in the light and shadow, looking at their clarity, their shyness, their serenity, their sunshine—my thoughts became even more ambiguous.

After a few rounds of drinks until midnight, I longed to hold his hand and walk along the riverbank. I missed being 22 again. If the boy beside me were him, I wanted him to know I wanted to slide down his straight nose. I hid my infatuated side, afraid of scaring my brother. Back at the hotel, one sat on the edge of the bed, the other half-reclined on the sofa. My heart was itching, but my body was a coward. Until my brother said, "Let's take a shower first." Thinking about it, I was so stupid. If he hadn't agreed, why would we have gone back to the room together?

He knew I liked being licked and told me he liked it too, so he shyly took the initiative. In that instant, I felt the thrill of being cherished and cared for, like in my first love. My brother's body was just as I imagined—smooth skin and slender bones, with pink nipples, all well-hidden. My mind was filled with images of a boy, of youth—it was wonderful. I grasped his penis in one hand; it felt full, and the prominent ridges made me want to play with it. My brother regretted it at least five times, repeatedly saying he shouldn't have drunk that wine, it really affected his performance. The real regret was that my tired body couldn't reach the point of orgasm. Regret, that's why there will be a next time. I'll be waiting for my brother to fly to YZ.

My brother took a deep breath and murmured: "My first time being given oral sex, so this is what it feels like." My brother said I was very tight, I said, "Who am I comparing myself to?" Then I buried myself between his collarbone and hair… In a daze, I fell asleep, I don't know if I was so tired I snored. I woke up again around six in the morning, incredibly embarrassed, but too embarrassed to ask. I teased my brother's morning erection, signaling him to insert it directly, and in an instant I was filled, I loved it so much. Without the obstruction of a condom, every time it hit the core. My brother hadn't had sex for over a year, his stamina and endurance were amazing, no need to teach him. I couldn't help but praise him, his ability to learn is just as excellent as watching porn, he really learns it just by watching and does it right the first time.

In the morning, my brother accompanied me to stroll in the park in the sweltering heat. He gazed at the scenery, and I gazed at him. I captured his profile, the light in his eyes, and the smile on his lips. Do you remember what I wrote? The bluebird doesn't need to fly around all the time; I can keep you company while you rest. Watching my brother, hot yet happy, yet socially awkward, avoiding the sun and crowds, I recalled his stories from the night before, and felt a pang of heartache for his insomnia and loneliness, for his inferiority complex stemming from being forced to be independent since childhood.

My brother healed me with his own actions; he probably guessed that I had been carrying some worries these past few days. My brother went back to school, and I changed my train ticket, simply wanting to stay a little longer in the city where he was. My brother left me a message, saying: "We'll meet again, I have a feeling."

Yes, I went there based on my premonition, and I will continue to look forward to it based on my premonition.

After my brother left, I suddenly remembered a line of poetry: "A quiet gate faces the mountain path, a study hall nestled among deep willows." I think the beauty of my bluebird brother is all in this line of poetry. I occasionally pushed open this door, not wanting to disturb him for too long. Then I gently closed it, quietly retreating back into my own mountains.

I only wish that one day, the bluebird brother will fly out from the mountain path in front of my door. When we meet again, we'll be like lovers, like family. A seed of regret from our first meeting, a bittersweet memory, will quietly take root and sprout in my heart. Let it stand alone through wind and rain, hoping that our feelings will one day meet again.

Yes, I look forward to it…

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