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Luo Zhiwen responded to the kiss comfortably, and after getting better, he suddenly pushed Feng Qingzhu to the side, lay down on the sofa and hiccupped.

Feng Qingzhu couldn't laugh or cry.

"You can't drink so well?" Feng Qingzhu put the red wine away and said to himself, "That's right, your drink capacity has always been bad."

In the previous life, after Ah Wen couldn't live in the closed house, he reluctantly returned home.

Feng Qingzhu promised that within the year, the betrothal gift would be delivered to the door. He didn't care, but was worried: "My parents will definitely not allow me to go out again, and I won't be able to listen to those plays."

"Why don't you invite the theater troupe to your home for a meeting?"

Ah Wen looked at Feng Qingzhu speechlessly: "Brother Feng, that's the style of your rich family. Our Luo family... really has that money, so we can't hire anyone!"

Feng Qingzhu suddenly realized, and thought to himself that he asked abruptly.

Fortunately, Ah Wen didn't care. After returning home, he secretly wrote a love letter to Feng Qingzhu, and Feng Qingzhu wrote back another affectionate letter.

But soon, neither of them was satisfied with this.

The opportunity came quickly.

Ah Wen accompanied his parents to the temple fair, slipped away halfway, and rushed to the small yard that Feng Qingzhu had rented in advance.

Feng Qingzhu hasn't arrived yet.

With his waist in his hands, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and said to himself, "I don't know when Brother Feng will arrive."

Awen simply looked at the yard.

Time was running out, the rented house by Feng Qingzhu only had a small patio, with grape vines planted in the corner of the courtyard, green and unripe grapes hung on the vines.

"Awen!" He suddenly heard a familiar voice.

The dusty Feng Qingzhu rushed into the yard, barely stopped under the vine, and looked away in embarrassment.

Awen's eyes lit up.

Feng Qingzhu rarely wears a long gown, and has a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looks gentle, like a popular teacher in schools nowadays.

"Brother Feng." He smiled and took Feng Qingzhu's hand, snatched away the folding fan he was holding in his palm, and opened it to cover his eyes, "Why did you make me wait so long?"

Feng Qingzhu coughed lightly: "There are many people on the road."

Not only were there many people, but he also had to avoid acquaintances, which really took many wrong turns.

Luo Zhiwen rolled his eyes: "I have two or three hours, how about you?"

"Anything is fine." Feng Qingzhu tentatively wrapped his fingers around Awen's hand, "Look at you."

He hung his head and didn't speak for a long time.

There was a gentle breeze, and the sparse vines swayed in the wind.

Awen smelled the scent of sesame oil.

He raised his eyelids annoyed and resentful: "Brother Feng, why didn't you do anything?"

Those pale red lips opened and closed, Feng Qingzhu's throat was dry: "Do... what?"

Awen sighed, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Feng Qingzhu's lips.

Like a ray of spring breeze, and like a handful of sweet spring, Feng Qingzhu's eyes widened suddenly, and Ah Wen pressed his stiff hand behind his waist. After a long time, he trembled violently, and then quickly seized the initiative, fiercely Swallowing the flexible tongue in his mouth, he held him tightly in his arms.

Awen stumbled into the house and groped to find a couch.

Feng Qingzhu pressed him on the couch, in a state of confusion, he grabbed his wrist and pulled off the tight neckline.

"Brother Feng!"

There was a thunder on the ground, and Feng Qingzhu suddenly woke up.

In the dark bedroom, the corners of Arwen's eyes were scarlet, leaning on the couch, half undressed.

Feng Qingzhu's mind exploded, and he hurriedly turned his back: "Awen, I'm not..."

Not on purpose?

how is this possible.

He couldn't hide his thoughts about Arwen anymore, and now he said it wasn't intentional, and he didn't believe it.

There was a rustling sound behind Feng Qingzhu, it was Ah Wen putting on his clothes again.

He was very anxious, afraid that Ah Wen would be angry, and also afraid that the relationship that had been finally eased would return to freezing point again.

Unexpectedly, a soft arm stretched out from under the armpit, and gently swept Feng Qingzhu's pants.

The heat wave exploded behind Feng Qingzhu's head: "Awen!"

"Brother Feng..." Ah Wen blushed violently, and buried his face in his shoulder, "I...shall I help you?"

The wind blew in through the dilapidated windows, and the house was silent for a while.

After Ah Wen finished speaking, he refused to speak any more, as if the phrase "help you" had exhausted all his strength.

Feng Qingzhu didn't speak, but his breathing became heavy.

He listened to the wind, the heartbeat, the blood rushing in his veins, and Ah Wen breathing shallowly behind him.

It's so abrupt.

Feng Qingzhu thought.

If Ah Wen's parents find out, it will be a disaster. If outsiders find out, Ah Wen's reputation...

Feng Qingzhu's hesitation seemed to have angered Ah Wen, and the hand resting on his thigh turned into a restless white dove, and he lowered his head and pecked lightly again.

"Awen..." Feng Qingzhu's voice was filled with pain and entanglement, "Awen, stop quickly."

Arvin said stubbornly, "I don't."

He was so stubborn that it was a headache: "Brother Feng, I have identified you... No matter what happens in the future, I will follow you."

"But we're not married yet."

Awen was silent for a moment: "I don't care."

"I care." Feng Qingzhu grabbed his hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed softly, "My Awen wants to marry into Feng's mansion in a grand manner."

Ah Wen's eyes were slightly hot, and then he pushed Feng Qingzhu's arm with his hand: "You said nice words to make me happy again! ... I don't really want to do anything with you, but I just use my hands. Two men, what's so pretentious?"

Feng Qingzhu couldn't laugh or cry.

After arguing for a while, Ah Wen leaned his head on Feng Qingzhu's shoulder again.

He muttered to himself: "If your surname was not Feng, the two of us living in such a small room and living together might be happier than we are now."

Ordinary people have the life of ordinary people, with a red hijab and two glasses of wine, they no longer need to sneak around, do what they want, and do what they want.

Feng Qingzhu nodded.

If his surname is not Feng, he can go to the school to teach. If Ah Wen wants to listen to an opera, he can go with him. No matter how hard life is, the happiness is like a fairy.

It's a pity that there is no if in the world.

"I want to drink." Arwen said suddenly, "Brother Feng, do you have any wine?"

Feng Qingzhu didn't have any wine, but he ran a street and made a pot of burning knives at a remote street corner.

Arwen frowned critically, disliked the smell of alcohol.

Feng Qingzhu also felt inappropriate: "How about we replace wine with tea?"

"I bought everything." Ah Wen waved his hand indifferently, found two cups to wash, sat on the couch and poured two cups, "Here."

Feng Qingzhu took it and took a shallow sip.

The fiery liquor fell into the stomach and burned into a ball of fire in an instant.

The folk wine is rough, but it has a special flavor, Feng Qingzhu sipped a few sips and then looked back, Ah Wen had already drank three cups in a row.

The light in the room was dim, Feng Qingzhu couldn't see Ah Wen's face clearly, he just heard him say: "If there is an afterlife, I will accompany you since childhood, and be a pair of childhood sweethearts."

"Okay." Feng Qingzhu drank with him, his heart burning, "I have protected you since I was a child, and accompanied you to the theater."

Ah Wen laughed together: "Brother Feng, don't you only play with others?"

Feng Qingzhu raised his head and drank to hide the embarrassment and embarrassment on his face.

He paused for a while, his face condensed slightly, and he said in a daze: "You should read more "Golden Rose", there are many stories in it, and there are many ways for the male protagonist to please his lover."

After talking about it, it came to the newspaper again.

Feng Qingzhu only took Ah Wen as a joke: "You are not my lover, why should I learn?"

He curled his lips: "There is no clear matchmaker who is getting married, so I will drink with you here... It is no different from a lover if it is spread."

"Nonsense." Feng Qingzhu straightened his face, and took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing those deep eyes.

The drunk Ah Wen smiled idiotically: "Brother Feng, you are fierce to me."

Feng Qingzhu sighed helplessly: "Where am I going to hurt you?"

"You're just killing me." He stretched his neck, leaving a wine-scented kiss on the corner of the man's lips, "Look... you still kissed me secretly."

The words of turning black and white blew into Feng Qingzhu's ears.

Ah Wen was lying on the couch, his eyes were blurred, he was already drunk.

"You can't drink so well?" Feng Qingzhu put down his wine glass, trying to pull him up, but he slumped on the couch and refused to leave.

He couldn't help muttering in his mouth: "I want to help you... Brother Feng, I want to help you."

"Help me for what?" Feng Qingzhu involuntarily squeezed Ah Wen's chin with his hand.

Ah Wen squinted his eyes and raised his head confidently: "I will help you!"

In the dim light, his satiated expression was like that of a cat.