eight dance partners with my boyfriend

"Why don't you just ask him directly?"

The two walked in the underground garage, the footsteps gradually amplified, Jiao Cheng remembered Liu Bomao's face in the dance room just now, and asked hesitantly.

Li Feidan turned his back, opened the car door, and said coyly, "Teasing him, how fun."

"I see you like him a lot."

Jiao Cheng fastened his seat belt and looked at Li Feidan in the mirror. His expression was not as relaxed as his tone, and he seemed to be frowning as if he was thinking about something.

"Smelly boy from No. [-] Middle School, he likes a fart." Li Feidan paused for a few seconds, and paused with his hand on the steering wheel, "You can't dance for so long and forget why you danced."

The car drove out of the underground garage, the sun was just right, and the curbs and sidewalks were shining from a distance.That Liu Bomao hadn't gone far, standing alone in front of the traffic lights, with earphones on one ear, one hand in his pocket, his right foot couldn't stop tapping rhythmically, Li Feidan took a few more glances.

When he came back to his senses, the co-pilot's lover was already tired.

Li Feidan asked in a low voice: "Will you not return to the game later?"

"I'm not going back, I've already taken leave. I'll just ask Cai Xue to remember the key points for the meeting in the afternoon." Jiao Cheng looked out the window in a daze, not in the direction of home, and walked up the elevated road unknowingly, "Aren't you going home?" ?”

Li Feidan nodded: "My parents have returned to China, let's pick them up at the airport."

Jiao Cheng straightened up: "Ah?!"

Jiao Cheng fiddled with his collar against the slightly transparent tiles, pulled his hair angrily, hated that he was lazy and didn't wash his hair last night.

Li Fei glanced at him, and couldn't help but lower his head and laugh: "Why are you so nervous, it's not the first time we meet, we've known each other for seven or eight years."

Jiao Cheng rolled his eyes at him: "Aren't you the same, you still blame me."

There was a smile on the corner of Li Feidan's mouth, and he wanted to lower his head to help him suppress his raised hair, but he got addicted to playing and tied it into a small braid.

Jiao Cheng patted his hand away: "Why didn't you tell me in advance, I didn't even know."

Li Feizhang: "Aren't you going to work? I just thought that I would pick it up in the afternoon and have dinner together in the evening."

"Xiao Cheng! Fei Da!"

Before Jiao Cheng undid the braid on his head, he watched a woman rushing towards him in the tiles, and quickly turned around, only to be thrown into his arms.

Jiao Cheng smiled helplessly: "Mom..."

Chu Mei let out a loud "Hey", her tone of voice was not like that of a 60-year-old old lady, maybe in her 40s at most.

"Mom, this is my wife..." Li Feida complained.

Chu Mei snuggled into Jiao Cheng's arms for a while, then raised her head angrily to teach her a lesson: "My daughter-in-law, why are you so stingy, what are you doing with me, your father didn't say anything."

Jiao Cheng secretly glanced at Li Feidan's father not far away, who was carrying luggage full of luggage, with a pampering smile on his face.

Li Feidan's original family is not quite the same as Jiao Cheng's family. If Jiao Cheng's parents are a more traditional and typical combination, then Chu Mei and the others are more like a more fashionable couple nowadays, with strong women and weak men.

Although both of them are doctors, they are not serious at all, they are very confident. Chu Mei is the only daughter in the family, and she is spoiled like a little princess at the age of 60.

"Did you go to work recently?" Chu Mei asked while holding Jiao Cheng's hand.

She is not tall, less than 1.6 meters, and her head does not reach Jiao Cheng's shoulders. She is next to her, as if she is holding her own son.

Jiao Cheng: "I'm not very busy at work, is it hard working abroad?"

"No, the food over there is terrible, and the Chinese restaurant is not authentic. When will Xiao Cheng make us another sweet and sour fish from last time? It's delicious! Li Feidan's father also learned it later. , the taste is far worse." Chu Mei turned her head and looked at the father and son with disdain.

"Mom, you're already sixty, can you be more careful?" Li Feizhan met his mother's eyes helplessly, but his eyes turned blank.

"Your mother is accosted by foreigners even though she is [-] years old abroad." Chu Mei said anxiously, probably tired from walking, she sat on the suitcase and asked Jiao Cheng to push her, Li Feidan stood behind and didn't want to recognize her This old lady is my own mother...

Their family tastes sweet, so they went to the latest Hong Kong-style tea restaurant in the city.

"I met your uncle when I went to the seminar this time, and my temper is still so bad." Chu Mei sat down and started chatting about family affairs.

Li Feizhang's family is a family of doctors. His parents' grandparents have been engaged in pharmacy-related work. In Li Feizhang's generation, other brothers and sisters are also doctors and nurses, but he went to dance alone.

"What are you doing at the seminar?" Li Fei picked up Jiao Cheng's leftover shrimp dumplings, the juice overflowed, and his mouth was numb with the sweetness.

"What can we discuss? There are some special cases this year. By the way, I bought gifts in Italy." Chu Mei got up to look through the suitcase after eating half of it.

Jiao Cheng took two bottles of grape red wine and a beautifully packaged belt, which were all suitable for him, "Thank you, Mom."

"You're welcome! My son."

Li Feidan looked at the scene of "mother loving and filial piety", and muttered dissatisfiedly. He took his chopsticks and began to knock on the round table, "Where is my gift?"

Chu Mei frowned: "How old are you, and you still knock on the table, can you be a little polite? Didn't you say you wanted to spoil your princess when you were young? Mom spoiled you for you."

Jiao Cheng was slightly taken aback: "What princess?"

Just as Chu Mei was about to say something, Li Feidan stood up suddenly, tried his best to hide it, and shouted in a panic: "Mom..."

"It's useless to call her mom," Chu Mei beamed at Jiao Cheng, "He was tricked into dancing when he was a child, and when he came back he told us that he could get a little girlfriend by dancing the national standard, and he would marry the princess in the future."

Jiao Cheng accidentally heard such a secret, and couldn't help but look at him teasingly. Li Feidan's face had already turned a liver color, and he explained indiscriminately: "It all happened... a long time ago..."

Chu Mei ate the shrimp that Lao Litou peeled for her, "You are the only dancer in our family now, why don't you stop dancing?"

"I didn't stop dancing, I just retired..." Li Feizhang said.

Jiao Cheng glanced at him and smoothed things over: "Mom, many dancers retire in their thirties. Fei Dan can dance now, but he won't go to the official competition."

Chu Mei sighed: "When you were young, you clearly told your uncle that you would dance for the rest of your life and never leave the dance floor."

Li Feidan fell silent when he heard this, the waiter happened to serve some more hot dishes, Feidan's father coughed a few times, Chu Mei didn't continue talking.

Jiao Cheng pursed his lips. Li Feidan's uncle, also his father's younger brother, used to be a Latin dancer. Latin dancing was not a fashionable thing at their time, and it was popular with all kinds of people inside and outside the family. The relatives objected, but the little uncle took the lead and jumped out of the famous trick abruptly, but he fell ill and passed away when he was 23 years old.

Uncle's death has always been Li Fei's pain, and he rarely mentions it in front of him on weekdays.

Jiao Cheng glanced sideways at Li Feidan, and he drank a couple of mouthfuls of soup as if nothing had happened, "Don't talk about uncle, I'm not him after all."

Old Li nodded again and again: "Don't talk, don't talk, eat more dishes, the noodles we ate at the hotel last night were hard..."

It didn't take long to finish a meal, it was already dark outside, Fei Dan's father had something to go to the hospital, they sent him there and then sent Chu Mei home.

The home may have been cleaned by the housekeeper in advance, and the smell of detergent and disinfectant was blowing over my face.

"Does Xiao Cheng want some tea?"

"Mom, don't be so busy, I can pour water myself if I want to drink."

Jiao Cheng hasn't been here for a long time, this is the house where Li Feidan lived since he was a child, so he is inevitably a little miss, walking around.

Li Feidan stopped him, "Why are you digging out the secrets of my room?"

Jiao Cheng went over to look, he remembered that Li Feidan's room was full of things, there were still posters of cartoon characters and celebrities when he was a child on the wall, and the name of the singer was written on the head of the bed.

Li Fei stood in the way of the door, Jiao Cheng really had nothing to do with him, so he tiptoed and quickly kissed him on the cheek, "Hero, show this concubine."

Li Fei was flattered and froze in place.

"Fei Dan! You don't want to play around with Xiaocheng." Chu Mei heard their dialogue from a distance, and began to mutter.

Li Feizhang: "We don't want to play around, we don't even allow kissing."

"You don't know that a few days ago our hospital admitted an anal/prosthetic specialist. Your second uncle said that guy's rolling pin can't be pulled out after getting in. You usually take it easy, don't rely on your youth to..."

Chu Mei's words were still ringing outside, Jiao Cheng was ashamed and indignant when he heard it, Li Feidan couldn't help chuckling when he saw his brilliant face, thinking he still closed the door for his thin-skinned wife.

"Why are you so curious about my room? I don't have any secrets. I don't have any models hidden. I don't have a white moonlight like Bai."

Jiao Cheng ignored him, Li Feidan's room was not big, and because he went abroad in high school, many decorations were quite old, even the desk that had not been used for a long time was all lacquered.

Lying down on the soft quilt, exuding a faint fragrance of sunshine, it must have been dried by the housekeeper in advance, Jiao Cheng stared at the fancy decorative lamp above his head, and took a few deep breaths.

Li Feidan took off his shoes and lay down next to him, reaching out to hug the person beside him.

"What's the matter, staring at the light without moving?"

Jiao Cheng stretched out his arms and moved closer to Li Feidan's direction, but his eyes were fascinated, "The lamps in your house are so complicated, you deserve to be a big family in 90s and [-]s."

Li Feidan followed Jiao Cheng's line of sight, the lamps in his house were indeed gaudy, and this was also related to Chu Mei's temperament.

Square glass products, already covered with a layer of dust, were the most popular and expensive types when I was a child. When I opened the window in summer, a strong wind would blow, and there would be a crisp knocking sound of glass. Students who came to play at home often said that there was a glass above his head. Big wind chime.

I don't know if it was because he was a little tired, but Jiao Cheng couldn't help but closed his eyes, Li Feidan stretched his upper body, and sniffed his body closely, it brought a little aroma of tofu brain from dinner just now.

"Sleepy?" He asked in a low voice.

"A little bit." Jiao Cheng closed his eyes and nodded slightly, "It always feels like the whole room smells of you."

Li Fei was stunned for a moment and said: "You are seducing me!"

"fart."

"What are you doing?" The bed under Jiao Cheng creaked, and Li Feidan jumped up, impatiently opening the closet, looking for something.

"Looking for the school uniform. Although I only attended high school for one year in China, I remember that the school uniform was not thrown away." He bowed his head and said.

"Why are you looking for a school uniform? I don't want to suck the dust from your school uniform." Jiao Cheng raised his head and looked at him sideways.

Li Feidan turned his head and smiled mysteriously: "Of course it is to let you feel the feeling of having sex with Li Feidan in high school, or do you want to be dressed by me..."

Jiao Cheng let go of his hand and fell backwards, throwing the pillow away violently.

Li Feizhang said so, but he found out and put it aside. After all, his mother was still outside, so he didn't dare to commit crimes like this.

"Hi, Li Feidan." Jiao Cheng suddenly said.

"Ok?"

"Why are you dancing the national standard?" Jiao Cheng turned upside down and faced the man.

Li Fei leaned on his arm, "Why do you ask that?"

"I was very concerned when you asked Liu Bomao today. It seems that you never said the reason why you insist on dancing."

Li Feidan also turned sideways, and the two faced each other like this.

"Actually, my mother is right. You may not believe it. My uncle was only seven or eight years older than me. At that time, he always wanted to drag me to dance. I was very repulsed at first, but when I was young, I had a strong heroic complex. He fooled me, saying that protecting girls while dancing can become a hero, and then I danced with him." Li Feidan said.

Jiao Cheng took Li Feidan's hand that was supporting his head, leaned over to him, and put his pillow on his arm, and the two got closer.

Li Feizhang continued: "It only takes a simple opportunity to learn something, but it is not easy to do it all the time."

Seeing that he stopped talking halfway through, Jiao Cheng kicked his calf and urged, "Then what?"

"Then..." Li Feizhang suddenly thought of something, got up and went to rummage through the boxes.

Jiao Cheng quietly leaned against the head of the bed. Li Feidan stepped on the old floor with bare feet without socks. His big toes looked round and slender.

"Found it!" He exclaimed for a while, and dragged a loose-leaf photo album over. The cover was still the silhouette of a woman in a photo studio, which had been stained with yellow spots, and Jiao Cheng had never seen it before.

"What's your little uncle like?" Jiao Cheng asked curiously.

"Extremely handsome."

With a determined tone, without any hesitation, it was the first time I saw Li Feidan like this, his eyes seemed to be shining.

Two photos fell out of the album, both of which were studio photos.

Jiao Cheng was a little surprised. He looked at the two people in the photo. One was Li Feidan in his teens, and the man beside him was smiling happily. He was about 1.8 meters tall, and his appearance could only be considered clean. Neat and tidy, it really doesn't match the word "handsome".

Li Feida picked up the photo with great interest, "Actually, he dances just so-so, he just likes to brag, he's the best in Asia or something, I'm not ashamed."

Jiao Cheng picked up another photo. In this photo, Li Feidan was wearing a school uniform with a reluctance on his face, but the little uncle hugged him and didn't mind at all.

"Emotions will talk when dancing the national standard." Li Feidan fumbled for the photo lightly, and laughed softly: "This is my reason."

The light from the glass lamp was reflected in the long and narrow eyes, like fragments infiltrating his pupils, Jiao Cheng inadvertently became dazed, remembering the first time he saw him, and a few more photos floated out of the album that was knocked down in his hand ...

Hearing the footsteps outside the door, Li Feizhan poked his head out furtively, then closed and locked the door again, rustled, took out the school uniform just now, and said with a silly smile: "Mom went out to dance in the square, my wife Let's-"

"what is this?"

Jiao Cheng picked up a few photos, the protagonists were all Li Feidan, and there were different girls standing beside him in each photo.

"Oh? So this is your emotional dialogue?"