Luting Canteen

When Tang Meng talked to Ye Qi recently, he would use the word "that bedroom".

There was a time when the door of Yan Ting was not closed. Tang Meng was standing at the door with a big cloth bag for grocery shopping on his shoulder and a set of elementary school textbooks from the Republic of China that he had found for Li Hui. That scene - Li Hui curled up in Yan Ting's arms like a kitten, Yan Ting's chin rested on that little head, and his long black hair was scattered around his arms and neck.The two of them breathed evenly and slept very soundly.

It's completely a combination of a beautiful boy and a young uncle.

Ye Qi commented after seeing the photo Tang Meng took out with his mobile phone with gentle eyes.

So Yan Ting's bedroom became "that bedroom" when they talked about it.

In that bedroom, the man who was always sitting alone in the yard drinking and smoking, listening to music in a daze, finally began to feel warm in his arms.But even he himself didn't understand what this inexplicable feeling of intimacy was.

He felt that his age was not too old or too young.But it will be thirty in two years.What does thirty mean?People always like to use integers as a new node, but at this point, will people really change?

Out in the backyard that day, he met a little guy.Obviously terrified, he insisted on coming over to talk to himself.He gave him food, and he brought him some wild flowers and weeds.

When I saw the bouquet of flowers on the steps, I seemed to smile.

Yan Ting raised the corner of his mouth.

"Young Master Tang, why are you laughing, Young Master?"

Li Hui carefully sat up and rubbed his eyes, held back his yawn, and softly asked Tang Meng who woke him up.

"Maybe it's a happy dream. Li Hui, put on your clothes, it's cold outside."

"Well, thank you Mr. Tang."

After taking the clothes, Li Hui glanced at Yan Ting whose arms were still stretched under his pillow.

What is the happy thing that the young master dreamed about?If, if only I could tell myself...

Li Hui was thinking while putting on his clothes.

"Uncle Tang, why does the boss close the door every time I come here in the morning?"

Ye Qi stood at the door of the bedroom and turned to look at the smiling Tang Meng.

"It was able to be pushed open before, but now it is locked, what does it mean?"

Tang Meng coughed lightly.

"I just went in and took a few more pictures before,"

Ye Qi thought for a while, and added unwillingly:

"Forgot to turn off the flash and woke up little Li Hui."

As if suddenly realizing it, Ye Qi grabbed Tang Meng's shoulder:

"I'll go, the boss dotes on little Li Hui too much, doesn't he?"

No, no, he just thinks you make him look ugly with the flash.

Tang Meng thought, and grabbed Ye Qi's wrist with a gentle expression.

"Ye Qi, go knock on the door."