eight dance partners with my boyfriend

Xia Guanghui took off his leather shoes, put on the sneakers with letters, and ran out of the door. The little dancer beside him held up the hem of his skirt and shouted, "Wait for me." After a while, the footsteps of the two echoed in the corridor with.

Jiao Cheng watched them run away with a smile, squatted down and tied up the garbage bags in the studio one by one.

Li Feidan stood next to him, didn't know where to put his hands, and said, "So you know."

"Well, I found out soon after your operation." Jiao Cheng said.

Li Feidan also squatted down when he heard these words, leaned beside him, and stared carefully at Jiao Cheng's side face.

"Why, want to smell the smell of garbage bags?" Jiao Cheng turned his head and said.

"You look good."

Jiao Cheng stood up, looked down at the man in thin long sleeves, "I'm sick."

Li Fei stood up so "squeaky" that he insisted on saying, "What's wrong with me, you scolded me."

"Suddenly go for tenderness." Jiao Cheng responded.

Li Feidan approached quickly, his hands passed through his armpits on both sides, Jiao Cheng felt itchy, thinking that he was going to shrink back like last night again.

As soon as he took a step back, Li Feizhang lifted him up into the air with all his strength, Jiao Cheng was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the ground, did he vacate?

"Put me down." Jiao Cheng said angrily.

Li Fei didn't care, with a smile on his lips, he lifted him to the corner of the wall little by little.

The round spotlight above his head was blocked by the back of the man's head, his vision was a bit blurred, and Jiao Cheng's two inner garments were also wrinkled. He stared into the man's eyes in disbelief, feeling extremely ashamed by this action, "Don't do that."

Li Feidan stopped, the sound of heels in the room disappeared, he buried his face in Jiao Cheng's hair, and murmured: "My children are worried about me."

"What child! You put me down, I'm not a child, it's uncomfortable to lift me up like that." Jiao Cheng said awkwardly.

Li Fei stared into his eyes against the light, "I didn't shed as much blood as Yuan Yu."

"Also, the bones are all broken, and I can't even stand up." Jiao Cheng lowered his eyelids.

Li Feidan leaned over Jiao Cheng's head and took a deep breath. The shampoo was peppermint that Chu Mei often bought, but it smelled particularly good on Jiao Cheng.

"You played a hooligan on me today."

Jiao Cheng: "?"

Li Feidan continued: "When I was in the car."

Jiao Cheng tilted his head, his face burning.

He had to admit that he was really out of control at the time.

When Li Feizhang and he first got together, his left leg was not very good. He had danced for a long time, had severe knee effusion, and suffered a lot of loss of trochlear cartilage. He had several MRI examinations.

And three years ago, I don't know how I fell, the calf muscle was torn, and the middle part of the tibia and fibula was fractured.

So when seeing Yuan Yu, Jiao Cheng couldn't help but imagine what Li Feidan was like three years ago?Is it a person lying alone on the operating table?

Thinking of this, he felt panic and fear, and wanted to reach out and hold this man tightly...

Li Feidan let go of his hand, and Jiao Cheng stood back on the flat ground again.

"Going to the supermarket? There's nothing to eat at home tonight. I'm cooking today. I remember you liked my fried steak before."

"Then let's go to the supermarket." Jiao Cheng said.

Li Feidan: "Okay."

The two went to a big supermarket nearby, and there were not many people around the meal time, so Jiao Cheng pushed the car.

"Let's eat the pork belly, go back and bake it in the oven." Li Feidan took two boxes and threw them into the shopping cart.

"Take less, you can't finish it."

After shopping for a while, Li Feidan tentatively glanced at the man beside him. He was carefully selecting fruits, cleared his throat and said, "How did you find out? I'm doing surgery."

Jiao Cheng rummaged through the crooked apple in his hand, and threw it into the bag, "I didn't pay attention at first when you said you were going back to China later, but you were calling and sending messages during that time, and the videos you sent were only in the practice room, so it was a bit strange. "

Li Feizhang remembered that when he broke his leg, he had to rest in the hospital because of the internal fixation of the tibial intramedullary nail in England.

At that time, he was afraid that Jiao Cheng would be worried, so the first thing he did every day was to show him the video of the training room, and he thought there was nothing wrong with it.

"And then?" Li Fei asked aloud.

"Do you remember? Those videos you sent me." Jiao Cheng turned around and put the bag into the shopping cart, "I saw the exact same ones on He Zhang's Twitter for 20 days in a row, except for a few tweets showing his face , you sent it to me intact."

Li Fei was stunned by the hand pushing the cart.

He Zhang was his colleague and the one who threw away his long johns. In order to deceive Jiao Cheng after his operation, he directly used the video of him checking in on Twitter.

However, Li Feizhang found it strange that Jiao Cheng three years ago basically only met Rao Ling, and had no social interaction with his friends and colleagues at work, so how could he find out about He Zhang's Twitter.

"You knew He Zhang back then?" Li Feidan asked strangely.

Jiao Cheng: "I don't know."

"Then how did you see his tweet?"

Jiao Cheng pursed his lips, and his eyes moved: "I discovered it by accident... Anyway, when you returned to China, I went through your luggage when you went out and saw the medical certificate."

Li Feizhang licked his lips: "I didn't want you to worry, so I didn't say anything. At the end of the game, a friend lost his footing and stepped on the stairs. I gave him a hand, twisted my foot, and fell down instead. Not serious, just a little major operation," he said while laughing and gesticulating with two fingers.

"Not serious? It's not serious, and the middle part of the tibia and fibula was broken." Jiao Cheng said.

"Oh, don't talk about it after you've retired. I will be fine in the future, I promise!"

They stood in the fresh fruit and vegetable place without moving for a while, and the old lady behind couldn't wait to yell a few words before Jiao Cheng retreated to the other side of the refrigerator.

Li Fei's face was full of smiles, Jiao Cheng glared at him, and his hand was held by him.

"What are you doing? There are so many people." Jiao Cheng tried to pull out his hand, but it was held even tighter.

Li Fei beamed with joy: "Old couples, why not be shy, they will see it when they see it, I don't care, anyone who dares to come to your unit to threaten you, I will be the first to kill him."

"You really..." Jiao Cheng smiled helplessly, and for some reason, his mood gradually eased at noon.

The two bought some ingredients and went home to cook.

Li Feidan stayed abroad for a long time after high school, and was better at cooking some western food. Jiao Cheng took out the wine that Chu Mei brought back and poured two glasses.

"Did you call Shen Chuan later, how are they doing?" Jiao Cheng walked into the kitchen, Li Feidan was hanging an apron with a pattern of raccoon fur, which unexpectedly matched him.

There was a "sizzling" sound from the pot, and Li Feidan raised his head: "I didn't make a call. Shen Chuan just sent me a message. It seems that there is nothing wrong. Just wait for the recovery to take out the stitches."

Jiao Cheng took the shovel in his hand, "That's good."

The smell of smoke and fire in the kitchen is very strong. At night, there is a warm-colored lamp above the head, casting shadows in the small kitchen. The skeletons of the two adult men are not small, and the small kitchen is a little crowded.

Jiao Cheng was stir-frying the vegetables in the pot, and his ears were filled with the sound of running water, the sound of the range hood, and the sound of cutting vegetables, and he was very busy.

He usually cooks in their family, and Li Feizhang washes the dishes, not because Li Feizhang doesn't want to, but mainly because Jiao Cheng hates washing pots and dishes, and he cooks them better.

Looking up at this time, I could just see the sparks of other people's houses outside the screen window, connected together in the darkness, Jiao Cheng's movements paused, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, finally he understood the joy of simple life.

"The steak is ready!" Li Feidan yelled, and put the sliced ​​steak on the table, mixed with a vegetable salad, and ate it with other stir-fried vegetables.

Jiao Cheng picked up the wine glass and was about to take a sip when Li Feidan grabbed it.

"What?" He raised his eyes puzzled.

Li Feidan's glass touched his glass, and the red transparent wine burst into small splashes on the side of the glass, "Congratulations for revealing my true colors, I can't hide anything from Cheng Cheng's clever eyes!"

Jiao Cheng smiled angrily, bumped his cup perfunctorily, "I hope this is the only time for someone."

The air smelled of wine, the beef was a little chewy, Jiao Cheng propped up his cheeks, and began to let himself go.

The man on the opposite side was rarely so quiet as now, sitting on the side and looking at him, "I didn't talk about the operation at the time, but I was actually afraid that you wouldn't let me jump down again."

"Ok?"

Li Feizhang took another sip of wine: "Your father disliked me dancing at that time. I can understand it. We were together for four years, and I couldn't be with you for most of the time. I have always felt guilty. If he Knowing that I can't even protect myself well, I'm sure I'll be even angrier."

Jiao Cheng looked at him through the glass, with a man's disappointed expression printed on it, which was a little bit magnified, "I'm fine."

Li Feidan leaned back on the chair behind him, he sighed, his long hands were carelessly brushing his hair, he seemed a little hot: "I was also scared at the time, you would tell me not to jump. "

Jiao Cheng was a little surprised: "Why?"

"You don't like me dancing, do you?"

After Li Feidan finished speaking, the room suddenly became quiet.

Jiao Cheng's mind was full of what he said just now, he couldn't help pinching his brow, and subconsciously laughed, his voice was like a glass half full of wine, ringing and pea, a bit intoxicating.

"Why do you think that?" he said.

Li Feidan turned his head in astonishment, a little dazed, "Don't you pay much attention to my games? Every time I drag you to go, you seem very unwilling."

Jiao Cheng didn't say anything, he drank the last bit of wine in his glass, and sighed: "I'm done eating, today you wash the dishes." Saying that, he quit.

Li Feidan was also fed up, sitting in a daze, Jiao Cheng went out to refuel the car, leaving him alone at home.

All kinds of messages popped up on the phone, and even today people are still asking him why he retired. Li Feizhang rubbed the center of his brow, feeling a little sleepy.

He was really curious about how Jiao Cheng found He Zhang's Twitter back then, including Rao Ling, he didn't know this person at all.

Li Feidan clicked on his Twitter, and the latest news in it was still more than half a year ago. He didn't like to post his own photos on public platforms, and the update frequency was even lower. This photo was taken with Ning Yifei at that time. I was too happy to be the champion of the professional group. Only a few people commented, and "JIAOC" was included in the likes.

In his impression, although Jiao Cheng has an account, he never seems to post anything. Li Feidan clicked on it, and sure enough, he only posted one post. It was on the day he just registered, and he posted a post that looks a little silly now. Facial expression smiling :)

It was sent a month before they knew each other.

The more Li Fei thought about it, the more his mind exploded, so he simply gave up and went to wash the dishes.

On the other side, Jiao Cheng was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Sir, how much is the fuel?"

"Full."

"Okay, sir."

While waiting, Jiao Cheng turned on his phone boredly, and the message reminded him that the Twitter blogger he followed had posted a blog.

He only paid attention to one person, who can be imagined.

The homepage of "LI" showed a photo of the latest post, it was the dinner they had just had, and the accompanying text was written in Chinese.

Dinner with my lover :)

Jiao Cheng nodded with a smile and turned off the phone screen.

Li Feidan had no idea that Jiao Cheng would turn to He Zhang's Twitter three years ago, just because he missed him so much late at night and wanted to go to the public platform to look through his photos, so he looked through all of Li Feidan's tweets. list of.

"Sir, it's full."

"OK, thanks."

Jiao Cheng rolled up the car window and couldn't help laughing. It turned out that he was more duplicity than he imagined three years ago.

However, it is now.