Marry for a long time

When I got out of the apartment, I realized that there was light snow floating in the sky. The snowflakes fell low and slowly, and melted as soon as they fell.

The gloomy weather of the past few days has finally been replaced by snow, as if there is finally a catharsis, turning the biting cold wind and pouring rain in the past into crystal clear and soft snowflakes.

The winter solstice is two days away, and the weather is getting colder and colder, but it is finally snowing, which can be regarded as a relief.

The car is still parked downstairs.

Lin Zhifei stopped in his tracks, and said regretfully, "Brother Tong, I'm going to the bookstore, why don't you go back first? I'll take the subway home after buying the books."

Lu Mintong opened the car door, and from a short distance away, his eyes fell on his face, "I'll take you there."

The tone is flat, but it cannot be refused.

Lin Zhifei hesitated for a few seconds and got into the car.

"Which bookstore?"

Lin Zhifei reported his name and address, and said cautiously, "Thank you, Brother Tong."

Lu Mintong stared at the front, responded casually, and slowly drove the car out of the community.

In the closed and silent space, the atmosphere is even more weird and unnatural.

Lin Zhifei no longer knew how to face Lu Mintong. It can be said that his mentality has completely collapsed...

But the other party was obviously much calmer and calmer than him, with a very strong psychological quality, as if he didn't feel the extremely embarrassing atmosphere at the moment.

Lin Zhifei sighed silently in his heart, and turned his head to look out the car window.

He stared at the flashing scenery outside the window all the way, as a distraction to relieve his boredom.

The car drove into a familiar street and saw a familiar building. He squinted his eyes for a moment and didn't realize it. After a few seconds, he finally woke up his memory. There was a bookstore on the right side of this street. It was opened by... Ji Huaiyuan. He used to secretly I have been here many times, peeking at the people inside through the glass window, like a voyeur, and I can be happy all day after seeing people.

Thinking of the past, Lin Zhifei couldn't help but feel a little lost, but he stared out the window without blinking, until the car passed by the bookstore, with the closed door, and a little boy sitting on the steps, black and thin, holding a stick in his hand. With a dead branch, he lowered his head and scratched something on the ground.

This scene is inexplicably bleak.

His eyes were sore after not blinking for a long time, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, the phone in his pocket rang suddenly, instantly extinguishing the emotions he had just brewed.

He coughed lightly, looked at the caller ID, caught Lu Mintong's gaze moving over, and said, "It's Qian Qian."

After pressing the connection button, as soon as I put the phone to my ear, Qianqian's sad and angry voice came clearly and loudly: "Zhizhi, I can only go to People's Park on weekends! You said you... why did you give it to me so nicely?" Kuaiyu, can I give it off for my birthday next year? Dad is about to cry, I should have known better not to open the gift in front of Jing Yuan."

You can feel the grief of money just from the sound, Lin Zhifei became guilty, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I just thought, this year just happens to be your zodiac year, the jade pendant is engraved with your zodiac sign, and I went to consecrate it, It’s very meaningful, so I don’t want to send it another day, I really didn’t mean to make you go to Disney.”

"Hey... Thank you Zhi'er." Qian Qian didn't expect this gift to be so thoughtful, he was a little embarrassed, and his voice weakened, "I take back what I just said and sincerely apologize to you...I will wear the jade now and never leave body."

Lin Zhifei leaned back on the chair back in a relaxed manner, bent his eyes and smiled for a while, and then heard an angry voice from the other end of the call: "By the way, and Lu Mintong! I don't even want to call him Brother Tong anymore. What? He sent a pair of bright red thongs, let me go... What kind of straight male aesthetics is this."

Lin Zhifei was taken aback, and subconsciously turned to look at Lu Mintong in the driver's seat.

Didn't they promise not to send those... why did they suddenly give them away, and——

"Only one?"

"That's right, not only is it poor in aesthetics, but also stingy. It's like being so stingy when you usually pull two to five to eighty thousand." Qian Qian said angrily, "And secretly gave it to me, making me think it's some kind of big gift."

After talking with Qian Qian, just as he shook the phone, Lu Mintong's voice sounded: "Did you give the jade pendant to the rich son?"

Lin Zhifei nodded, thought for a while, and said honestly: "I also bought you a piece and put it at home. I want to wait for your birthday next year to give it to you."

Although there would be no surprises if I said it, if I don't say it now, I'm afraid that the other party will feel unbalanced. After all, Lu Mintong's birthday in May this year, he gave a... green potted plant.

Slow down and stop slowly.

Lin Zhifei looked out the window. He had already arrived at the open-air parking lot near the bookstore. He unbuckled his seat belt and touched the door, but he couldn't open it. The door was locked. He turned to look at Lu Mintong, motioning for him to unlock it.

Lu Mintong raised his lips, and there was an obvious smile in his eyes.

Lin Zhifei didn't know why, so he looked at him suspiciously.

Lu Mintong hooked his fingers at him, "Come here."

Lin Zhifei's eyes fell on his fingers again. The joints were clear, fair and slender, full of a sense of strength ready to go, as if bewitched by this hand, he leaned over obediently, "What's wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, the slender fingers lifted slightly and touched his face. He dodged subconsciously, and heard Lu Mintong lower his voice: "Don't move."

Lin Zhifei didn't move when he heard it, and felt that Lu Mintong's hand was on his lower eyelid. With a light touch, his body couldn't help but become a little stiff.

"There is an eyelash." Lu Mintong stretched out his hand, and there was an eyelash lying on the pulp of his index finger. He lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "It's quite long."

Lin Zhifei's face was slightly hot.

It may have fallen off when he rubbed his eyes just now. Although his eyelashes are long and curled, they are easy to fall off. Fortunately, they are thick, so don't worry too much about one or two.

However, being pinched from the face by others, such an intimate action... I feel embarrassed.

Get out of the car and go straight to the bookstore.

Lin Zhifei came here because he wanted to buy the latest issue of the manga magazine. It has his serial comics on it. Since the beginning of the serialization in the magazine, he must buy every issue as a souvenir. This issue is the last one. It is a good deal to buy it back. A perfect full stop.

He picked up the magazine, flipped through it casually, and closed it. He wanted to go to check out, but saw Lu Mintong lowered his head and picked up a copy. He was stunned, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Tong, do you also read comics?"

Lu Min said "Yes", with a calm expression: "There is a very good article in it, and I must follow it every issue."

"Which one?"

A faint smile appeared in Lu Mintong's eyes, he glanced at Lin Zhifei, and said calmly, "A hot-blooded knight."

Lin Zhifei: "..."

"Hot-Blooded Knight" was painted by him.

And his name is also very recognizable, called "Drag Zhi", he has a slight procrastination, so he consciously chose this name.

Lu Mintong should know that the author is him.

After leaving the bookstore, Lin Zhifei finally stopped hesitating, walked side by side with Lu Mintong, and asked softly, "Brother Tong, do you really like the book The Passionate Knight?"

"En." Lu Min agreed, looked sideways at him, and said, "Put it in your pocket."

Lin Zhifei did as he did, and put his hands in his pockets. His hands, which had been frozen by the cold air, finally warmed up a bit. He smiled at Lu Mintong, and then turned to the topic just now: "Actually, the reviews of this book are not very good. The protagonist's style of painting is casual, the storyline is not strong, not many people like it—"

Lu Mintong directly cut off his words, "I like it."

Being praised, Lin Zhifei was a little happy. He narrowed his eyes with a smile, and asked, "What do you like about this comic?"

"Like the author."

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhifei choked.

Lu Mintong stared at the traffic light on the opposite side. When the green light was on, he pulled down Lin Zhifei's cuff and crossed the zebra crossing.

Lin Zhifei followed beside him, and quietly raised his eyes to glance at Lu Mintong.

The other party looked and behaved calmly, without any tension or discomfort of confessing again.

The word "like" is as calm and natural as saying "eat".

After crossing the road and turning to the parking lot, Lu Mintong slowed down his pace. He waited for Lin Zhifei to follow him before he spoke, and discussed with him in a very serious tone: "I would like to talk about a few shortcomings. The facial expressions of the characters in the comics are too simple. It's the same, you probably haven't put a lot of effort into understanding ancient costumes, the storyline is relatively weak, the main line and sub-line are not clear, and the theme is not well displayed." He paused for a moment, stopped, and stared at Lin Zhifei, "I suggest that you draw modern ones, which will be simpler."

Lin Zhifei has drawn several comics, all of them are of the ancient style, and he has never tried urban ones.

He thought about it for a while, and felt that the transformation seemed to be a good suggestion, so he decided to go back and discuss it with the editor.

After making up his mind, Lin Zhifei sincerely thanked him: "Thank you, Brother Tong!"

Lu Mintong turned into a careless look again, raised his eyelids, glanced lazily across Lin Zhifei's face, and sneered: "Thank you for what you want, just promise yourself."