Guandong Yunmengtan

Father Gu's business trip is not short, and he will return to Tokyo next week. There is a time difference to be a security guard. Meng thinks that this weasel who came to steal chickens can rest assured and boldly stay at the adultery scene the next day. Wing does not let anyone go, and in the morning coquettishly pesters Meng to cook for him, saying that he has never eaten authentic Sichuan food before, and yesterday he went to the supermarket to buy so many fresh ingredients, it would be a pity to leave them alone. He also said: "I know that you men in Chengdu are similar to men in Shanghai. You have to receive housework training since childhood. I heard from Tian Tian that your best dishes are twice-cooked pork and mapo tofu. Let me show you today."

Meng Xiang smiled wryly: "Tiantian hasn't met me yet, how can you tell if I really know how to cook?"

Gu Yi crawled on his chest and smiled slyly: "Tiantian will not lie to me unless you lie to her first."

"I never lied to her!"

"Haha, you're nervous. Since you're telling the truth, prove it to me. Otherwise, I'll tell Tiantian that you're a big talker. You boasted about your cooking skills, but you can't even hold a spatula steadily."

While using aggressive methods, he stuck his naked body close to Meng Xiang like maltose, and used his pole dancing skills to rub up and down. After a few strokes, the friction caught fire, and the whole room was burned red-hot, almost melting the wire bed. .As the saying goes, eating people's mouths is short, and Meng wants to sleep through people, so it's really unreasonable to do a little bit of hard work without courtesy. After getting up and washing, tie an apron to handle the business of cooking pots and pans.

Gu Yi was overjoyed, and took the initiative to help. Seeing that he was full of energy, Meng Xiang thought he was a little expert in housework, so he assigned him some odd jobs, and only after he got started did he realize that it was all a misjudgment.He can't cut vegetables, can't peel them, and there are eggshell fragments in the beaten egg liquid, which is no stranger to the rice cooker at home...

"Why can't you tell the difference between salt and monosodium glutamate?"

When the last task that Gu Yi took over also failed, Meng Xiang completely disqualified him from attendance, and he had no choice but to deal with the aftermath of the mess he created, using the kitchen door as a cordon to prohibit this guy who is getting more and more busy Get closer.

Gu Yi stood by the door, stuck out the tip of his tongue apologetically, lowered his head slightly, put his right index finger on the side of his head and curled his hair, and said a little shyly, "I'm sorry, housework is my weakness~"

When his thick skin finally failed, Meng Xiang looked at the novelty and fun, and said teasingly: "I have seen that you are a spoiled young master, most likely because the oil bottle at home is down and you don't bother to help it, and you said Pack salty glutinous rice balls for me to eat, and I will brag."

"Hey, it's not that bad. I can still do the cleaning, but I'm not very good at the kitchen."

"Hmph, I'm not very good at it yet. Judging by the way you hold the kitchen knife, you are a [-]% novice. You must have grown up eating ready-made food. Who usually cooks for you? You don't eat in restaurants every day. Takeaway?"

He knew that Gu Yi's parents divorced in the early years, there was a lack of housewives in the house, and he didn't know who would take care of the food. Seeing that the kitchen was well-equipped with all internal organs, the utilization rate was quite high. Could it be that his father took care of both inside and outside?

It really is so.

Gu Yi said: "If my father is at home, he will be the one who cooks the rice. He may have done it. He can cook any dish. The taste is better than the restaurant. I can eat two big bowls of scrambled eggs and fried rice in one go."

"Then your father is really working hard. He is so busy with work and still has time to cook for you. Most people use supermarket bento to send their children away."

"That's because my father is very kind and has a strong sense of responsibility. He is responsible for me and others. He would rather endure hardships than treat others badly. His personality is also gentle. I have grown up so much. Every time I do something wrong They always reasoned with me patiently, never beat me or scolded me."

Mentioning his father, Gu Yi's eyebrows danced with joy, his state was pure and innocent, expressing unadorned attachment.There are not many competent fathers in this world, and the world’s expectations for fathers are not high. Being able to support a family is considered qualified. Fathers who can truly guarantee their children’s material life and meet their emotional needs are rare. For this reason, there are few children in single-parent families. Gu Yi is a special case for those who have a harmonious relationship with his father.

Meng Xiang thought that Gu's father hadn't remarried for many years, probably to protect his son's rights and interests, and Gu Yi's temperament was also like someone who grew up in a honeypot, lively, cheerful, full of confidence, big enough to run a horse, and he didn't have enough money. Nurturing by the sun, this thriving flower cannot be raised.

He thought of the metaphor of flowers, and his eyes happened to wander to the window, and he saw a pot of camellias half a meter high standing there. , as if greeting a guest with a smile, provoking Meng Xiang's memory nerves.

He was sure he had seen this potted flower before, it was on Tiantian's Weibo.

"Tada also came to your house?"

He asked a question suddenly, and wiped off the expression on Gu Yi's face, at least 5 seconds later, a light shadow of laughter appeared on the blank space.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Meng Xiang didn't swear, and pouted at Camellia: "I saw a picture of this potted flower on Tiantian's Weibo before. She took it when she came to your house, right?"

Gu Yi's smile immediately revealed the truth: "Yes, this potted flower is a birthday gift from her to my father. The variety is very precious. My father likes it very much. I have been raising it for more than two years."

They all started to give gifts to the elders, it seems that the relationship between them is not the usual intimacy.

Meng Xiang felt sour in his heart, but he was not jealous. Recently, his mentality has gone wrong, and his concern for Tiantian seems to have faded. He used to think about her all the time, but now he only thinks about it when he encounters a certain trigger point. Is it lack of success?Get out of trouble?Despondent?All the above reasons seem to be true, but there is a fourth one that he thought of and then hastily filtered out, and firmly denied its existence. The possibility that made him terrified was "transferring love".

After working for a long time, lunch was served on time. Meng Xiang worked as his mother's kitchen assistant when he was in high school, and accumulated a lot of cooking experience.On the eve of studying abroad, his mother was worried that his cooking skills were not enough to support an independent life, so she specially spent a month on surprise training for him, from frying, frying, braising, stewing, deep-frying to frying, simmering, sautéing, frying, and smoking. Throw it into the deep mountains and old forests where there are no restaurants and supermarkets, only equipped with some simple kitchen utensils and condiments, until he can soothe his belly and tongue together.It's a pity that Meng thought that the living conditions in Japan were poor, and he rarely had the opportunity to open fire. It's like the sweeping monk in "Dragon Ba Bu", who buried a shocking stunt, which can only be used today.

He made fish-flavored pork shreds, Kung Pao chicken, mapo tofu, and green pepper twice-cooked pork. These four dishes are representative of the party in Sichuan cuisine, each with its own characteristics, and the spicy degree is relatively low. Gu Yi is from the south and lived in Japan. Growing up, his taste buds are more delicate, and such rich and gentle dishes are probably to his taste.

Gu Yi has been full of praise since he first smelled the aroma of the dishes, ignored the warning order and ran to Meng Xiang's side, watched the chef's performance with great interest, curiously asked about the middle part from time to time, his admiration was beyond words.Meng Xiang is a Buddhist, but he is far from being able to break through the world of mortals. He is praised by others, and his vanity is soaring. Two drops of oil flew on the back of his hand, which made him scream out, and a piece of skin was cracked there.

Since his mother's kitchen safety education was quite in place, when he was injured, his first thought was to turn off the gas switch. With this distraction, Gu Yi snatched his injured left hand, and he stretched out his mouth to suck his wound forcefully without hesitation. Then he hurriedly pulled him to the sink, turned on the faucet and pressed his hand under the water column.

"Quick! Rinse with cold water for at least 20 minutes to cool down the wound!"

His unblinking look was exactly the same as when he went to the goldfish pervert's house to save people that day, as if he felt the same pain as Meng Xiang, and was even more anxious than him.Meng Xiang's heart was beating so hard that it would come out of his mouth. He had never received such attention from anyone other than his parents in his life. The last time he was dying in the pervert's house, he couldn't compare it to being able to figure it out carefully at this moment. This sincere love could be replaced by anyone. Will be moved.

"How can you suck it with your mouth? There are so many bacteria on my hands, how dirty it is."

He was confused, so he threw out some words at random to cover it up. Gu Yi was infected by his panic, and pouted: "This can relieve the pain. When I was injured when I was young, my father always gave me first aid like this."

Meng Xiang laughed after hearing this: "It's a shame that you're still a student at the University of Tokyo. It's really naive to believe in such a simple way."

Feeling that the other party's temper has suddenly become much weaker, he inadvertently touched Gu Yi's head, and then his cheerful and roving gaze fell into his deep eyes, but he saw spring love flowing like water from the tip of his brow to the corner of his mouth.

"Then you come and disinfect me, and use your mouth too."

He seemed to be making a logical request, which was close enough. Meng Xiang originally had enough time to stop or evade, but he couldn't help himself. His base area had been infiltrated, and all the defense lines were in vain. This enemy went all the way and easily occupied his lips.

This was just one of the countless times they'd kissed so tenderly and sympathetically, and it was as passionate and exciting as any of their first kisses.Now, except for his left hand soaked in cold water, every muscle in Meng Xiang's body is hot and hot. Gu Yi is like a blooming poppy, spreading pollen to his heart wantonly. He is sure that he is addicted, but he can't extricate himself. Riding a runaway wild horse, there is no way to subdue it. You can only hold on to the mane tightly and let it gallop, with your eyes closed all the way, unable to see the direction clearly.

"Meng Sang~"

The passionate kiss stopped at the edge of danger, but Gu Yi's voice was also aphrodisiac, lingering in his ears like smoke.

"Tomorrow's bed scene, let's just do it for real, what do you think?"

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"Meng Sang, I'm watching today's sex scene, why don't you guys come for real."

Hearing Oscar's nonsensical remarks on the set, Meng wanted to wonder if he had colluded with Gu Yi in advance. After hearing what that kid said yesterday, he suddenly jumped from a romantic romance movie to a nonsensical spoof, and a mushroom cloud suddenly rose above his head. He ran away in a fit of anger, and ran ten laps in the park at night before barely suppressing his madness.

It's too much, although I accidentally slept with a man, but my thoughts are still correct, why did he think of calling Lao Tzu to come to the scene with him?He also said that he wanted to keep a memorial, where in the world can there be such a memorial, it is like lighting a lantern in a Maokengtou, courting death!

He went home covering his bursting heart, and wrapped dozens of bandages on Sanguan, but the speed of blood recovery was still as slow as a snail. If it weren't for Lili's unintentional words, he might have planted a deep-rooted misunderstanding of Gu Yi.

"Brother Rob, you have studied directing for three years, and you should be able to help people make films now, right? I have a friend who wants to make a family short film with my husband as a souvenir for the [-]th wedding anniversary, but I can't find a suitable director. I want you to help me with this."

Meng Xiang thought to himself that there are so many young directors in the market who can make this kind of private souvenir film, why did this couple go far and wide to find a rookie?Under the questioning, the shattered three views were hit hard again.

This short family film turns out to be a private Ivy.

Seeing that his mouth was so wide that he could put his fist in, Lily scolded: "Are you so surprised? This kind of thing is not new now, I have only heard of three or four."

Through her introduction, Meng Xiangfang knew that this was a fashionable business in the ascendant in Japan.Many couples get along with each other for a long time, and the relationship gradually calms down. In order to seek stimulation and restore the vitality of sex and love, they entrust a photography company to shoot private Ivy, and use the lens to record the real process of sex and love between themselves and their lovers.It is said that such Ivy can stimulate the impulse of the parties more than commercial Ivy, and it is a magical magic weapon for rejuvenation for those couples who are time-consuming and look at their spouses and furniture.And some young people in love are also rushing to this, thinking that it is necessary to save the passionate pictures of two people during the period when they have the deepest relationship with each other, and take them out for appreciation from time to time in the future, which will greatly help to extend the shelf life of love.

"My friend consulted the photography company that provided this service. It costs at least 120 yuan to shoot a 20-minute film. Not to mention that there is a risk of leaking. Her husband is also an amateur photographer and has professional equipment at home. Just find Just ask a knowledgeable assistant. I think you are a professional director. You are guaranteed to shoot this, so I will ask on her behalf. She has already offered you a one-time payment of 10 yuan based on three hours of shooting time, and she is only responsible for the shooting. , Editing and production are all done by them themselves. This is a rare good thing, it can make money and help others, you can agree if it suits you.”

Meng Xiang couldn't say, "You city people really know how to play", and asked dully, "Is it really possible to commemorate in this way?"

"Of course you can."

Lily voted for it without a doubt: "If you love someone deeply, the most beautiful moment in your mind is to spend the spring evening with him. Those times are really hard to buy, and you can't wait to tell the old man to stop when you are in it. Sigh~ I have at least 20 I haven't experienced that kind of feeling in years. If there is someone who can make me fall in love with death, I will also ask someone to help us make a film. One is not enough, and there will be many sequels to make a series. When he is not there Take it out and watch it when you are by your side, then you will never be lonely again.”

Lili's words were not only enlightening, but also a basin of cool water, which made Meng Xiang suddenly enlightened.He thought that Gu Yi had immigrated to Japan since he was a child, his thoughts were heavily changed, and his brain circuits were basically the same as those of these little Japans.The Japanese have no concept of chastity since ancient times. The virgins and femurs sought after by domestic straight men are troublesome to Japanese men. Girls who are over 20 years old and have no sexual experience may even feel inferior.Furthermore, unlike Chinese people, the Japanese have never been shy about talking about sex, and believe that sex is a normal physiological need of human beings, and the degree of sexual openness has always been at the forefront of the world.Gu Yi has been influenced by this kind of culture for a long time, so it is understandable that he would have the idea of ​​taking Jiwei as a souvenir.

He probably also knows that I can't go on with him for a long time, so he wants to use the filming as a souvenir, and for those who won't see me in a few days, they can use the film to comfort themselves.Speaking of which, he treats me so well that I have nothing to say, no one has ever liked me so much since I grew up, and when I think that we are destined to be separated in the future, I feel uncomfortable...

Meng wanted to burn the tortoise with pain in his heart. He tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep. He had tasted the wild flowers and waves. It was hard for him to imagine that he could have such ecstasy with others in the future. Water, except Wushan is not a cloud", so why don't you want to leave a bookmark for this impermanent romance?

When it comes to wishes, I can't find a few who can satisfy him. Thinking about it carefully, this is the only thing I can do. Otherwise, I will go all out and do it for a while?