Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

Jiang was very careful in his movements. He had never been so careful when dealing with himself. He couldn't bear to see him leave the stage due to any accident.

Excellent musicians are sweated out. Playing music requires talent, but more of it is practice day after day. He can see these traces from Mu Fan's fingers.

"it is good."

Mu Fan lifted it up and put it in his hand. The ginger bandaging technique was extremely bad, so he rubbed some leather and wrapped it into a rice dumpling. If it wasn't for the passing of summer, he really doubted that it would just rot.

"thanks."

If the apology gets stuck, it will change the taste.

Jiang tilted his head and looked at him with a question mark between his eyebrows.

Mu Fan looked at the hand in front of him, and at the messy medicine box beside Jiang.

He reached for it, tidied it up, and returned it.

"Thank you."

Jiang leaned slightly, leaning on the armrest of the sofa.

He and Mu Fan are rarely so quiet, especially after such a noisy night, it is even more difficult to be quiet at this moment.

The two of them were very close, his dark blue pajama pants were almost stuck to his jeans.

Jiang lowered his eyes to observe for a while, and when he suddenly looked up, he happened to find Mu Fan looking at him.

Although he hid quickly, he was still discovered by him.

Jiang's heart suddenly felt warm, and he was a little bit reluctant to miss the impulse.

He asked Mu Fan: "What do you think 'love' is?"

Surprise flashed across Mu Fan's eyes, he thought that Jiang was planning to brew for so long, and finally planned to vomit his unhappiness, but he asked such a question?

What do you mean?

What he is different tonight is because he is trapped by love, so it is because of who is trapped by love.

Is it unfeeling, or superfluous?

Mu Fan is flustered now, could it be that he is thinking too much, Jiang Zhen just wants to make friends?

Jiang seemed to be stuck in his own thoughts.

"Some people think that love is a necessity, while others think that love is just a seasoning. More is more flavor, and less can be added. What's more, they think love is a bargaining chip, which can be exchanged for what they want."

"what you think."

Mu Fan felt that he was going to be fainted by Jiang.

He didn't know what kind of answer Jiang wanted. Jiang obviously didn't fall in love to the point of falling in love, but he did write so many love songs that made people pee down and abuse people for thousands of years.

Fortunately, Jiang didn't really want to know his answer at the moment, so he continued on his own: "My eldest brother and I are very different in age, he is like a brother and a father to me, and the first memory I remember is the same as He is related to him. He and my sister-in-law are childhood sweethearts who grew up together, and everyone of the same age envies fairy love."

"..." Mu Fan's fingers twitched several times.

It turned out to be a plot where the uncle loves the sister-in-law?But Jiang said that he likes men, and it is still like what Milk said, most people are quick to talk, while the rest are wandering in the border area, ready to go straight back at any time?

He didn't respond.

Jiang came back to his senses and realized that he had talked too much, and Mu Fan was obviously not the right person to confide in, maybe milk would be more suitable.

He got up and made a fuss all night, his body muscles were extremely stiff, and he stretched with difficulty.

"Now when you go back, you can call a car by yourself. I'm afraid of driving tired, and the car will die. Go upstairs to the guest room and rest for a while?"

Mu Fan reached out and grabbed his wrist which was hanging from the air.

"You ask whether love is a necessity or a seasoning. Everyone must have a different answer, but I am sure that no matter who it is, there will be a space in the heart for love. As long as it is a good seed, water and fertilize it, and it will always bloom. In the end, if it is a 'bad fruit', it is better to rot in the soil as soon as possible."

These few sentences sound reasonable, but why the emphasis on the words 'good seed' and 'bad seed'?

Sound weird?

Mu Fan didn't seem to plan to continue talking, so he went upstairs.

"Which room?"

"Turn right to the third room on the second floor."

Look, the big family is different, you can count to three when you turn right, but ordinary people can't live in a three-bedroom hall.

Mu Fan almost ran into the room, leaned back against the door to catch his breath, and then turned on the light to look at the room in front of him.

Compared with the hotel he stayed in before, the furniture and appliances are more advanced, the bedside table is not different from XX oil, all the cloths in the room are white, and you can even smell the disinfectant water of a professional washing factory.

But in any case, compared with the group rental house he lives in now, it is still much more comfortable.

He goes to the bathroom to take a shower.

Jiang went to his cloakroom to find a set of pajamas for Mu Fan, some clean clothes for tomorrow, and a new pair of underwear.

I don't know whether it was because he was too slow to find clothes, or Mu Fan was taking a bath too fast, when he came to the guest with the clothes, Mu Fan just came out of the bathroom.

He was wearing a dark green bathrobe, which made his skin look fairer.Blaming him for walking too wildly, Jiang can see the long legs under the fabric, the muscle lines are very even, and he can't be picky about perfection even when he pulls the catwalk.

Jiang's Adam's apple rolled down extremely slightly, bent down to put the clothes he prepared on the hanger, and put the underwear and pajamas on the bed.

"Oh, thanks."

Mu Fan is free to pick up guests this time, he thinks that in the TV dramas, rich men often wear high-end pajamas and drink red wine, Jiang probably doesn't plan to go to bed right away.So he took the underwear and bent over to put it on. He thought it was more respectful, but Jiang almost jumped up.

"……you!"

"...Huh?" Mu Fan pulled off the pajamas fabric, dissatisfied: "Tighten it up."

"You fart!" Jiang was frightened by his series of magical manipulations, so he said something indiscriminately, and regretted it when he uttered it.

Mu Fan put his hands on his hips, and proudly supported the wall with the other hand.

"I can still lie when I'm fully dressed, why don't you check it with your own eyes?"

Ginger's face seemed to be covered with layers of pink blush, and his face was turned away in a hurry: "Go away, don't be silly!"

Mu Fan was still in the same posture, with a more obvious smile on his face, showing a circle of white teeth: "Ah, I didn't, I said it was the truth!"

"..." Shameless!

Jiang finally chose to slip away.

When he returned to his room and entered the bathroom, he realized that he seemed to be being molested just now. That's not the point, the point is that he was being molested by a boy younger than him. Why is he so shy like a little girl when he is everyone's object?

Jiang's mental activity at this time is like lying on the bed after a face-to-face fight failed. It was only when he remembered that I should fight back in this way. He had a chance to fight back. It is too elementary school students to visually judge who is afraid of whom.

When he came out of the shower, Jiang finally jumped out of the elementary school thinking.

He lay down on the bed, and the screen of the phone on the bedside table became cold a few times.

There were a lot of things tonight, he thought it was Jing Han or the milk, but he took it to see, it was his elder brother.

[I have a late flight tomorrow, do you want to have lunch at noon? ]

Jiang did not return.

Although his body was tired, his mind was surprisingly clear.

He opened the book that he had put on the bedside a long time ago, and he was extremely unlucky. He looked in it and saw a wedding invitation that he didn't know when he caught it.

It's a blue bamboo wedding.

Although his parents did not support him, he held a simple wedding in a foreign country and invited some friends to attend.

The design of the invitation letter is very simple, that is, two people take a photo, with the light blue sky on the side and the deep blue sea on the other side, with a sentence in the middle: As the stars move, you are by my side.

Jiang suddenly felt an inexplicable heaviness in his chest, and when he took a breath, the slightest pain began to spread.

When he was dealing with the mailbox before, he saw a letter about Luo Ye. The bastard was not doing well, but it didn't make Jiang feel comfortable or relaxed.

He really couldn't sleep, so he got up and got off the bed, went to the study, and searched for a dozen small scissors.

When Mu Fan walked into the study, he saw him standing there, using scissors to cut the photo of the invitation letter, so engrossed in cutting that he didn't even hear his footsteps.

He stopped behind Jiang and carefully looked at the picture of Lanzhu.

No matter how you look at it, he is a good man, but it is a pity that he died young.

He suddenly became enlightened, and after thinking about it, he was a little disappointed.

"It turns out that he is the person you like."

Jiang was terrified by the sudden sound coming from his ear, and almost got his fingers into it.

He glanced at the photo, then at Mu Fan with a slightly gloomy face, thinking that finding the wrong listener would really make him angry to death.

"No." He also frowned slightly in displeasure, "Do I like the kind of person who likes a person, so I humble and secretly miss my husband's wife? If I like a person, there are two endings: whether I like someone or not." Such a sour life.

That being the case, Mu Fan couldn't understand why he acted like this?

Jiang Jue Mufan's eyes are very annoying now, as if he is exploring a person whose IQ is negative.

He thought that Jiang Wu sent good wine in the wine cabinet, there was absolutely no need to continue to treasure it, he might as well take it out and squander it now.

He poured the wine into a decanter, then retrieved some steaks from the refrigerator.

"here you are."

Mu Fan looked at him coolly, lifted his hands wrapped into rice dumplings: "Is he still human?"

Jiang shrugged his shoulders and smiled slightly.

He rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight, and gave up within ten seconds.

"The most important thing for a person is self-knowledge. I'm afraid that your hand injury will not heal, and you will be admitted to the hospital because of food poisoning."

Mu Fan was convinced by this reason.

The steak is marinated in advance, just fry it in butter.

"Somewhat familiar."

"Three points, black pepper, 3Q." Jiang stood away from the oil fume and ordered his meal gracefully.

The process was simple and quick, and Mu Fan couldn't find any place to ask Jiang to help, so he could only ask him to come over and serve his own plate.

Mu Fan carried his plate and walked in front, Jiang walked behind him, he had never experienced this before, and felt warm inexplicably, as if surrounded by smoke and fire.

He divided the knife and fork for Mu Fan, folded the napkin and tasted it himself.

"Delicious!" He sipped his water, suppressed the taste in his mouth, and said again: "I suddenly understood the phrase 'turning grief into appetite', because when eating delicious food, people can't help but stretch their brows. "

"Grief?" Mu Fan pushed the plate in front of him in front of him, resting his chin with the other hand.

As an elegant and considerate gentleman, Jiang naturally cut it for him with his knife and fork, and then poured him a glass of water and a glass of red wine.

"Please use."

Mu Fan imitated his tone of ordering food just now and said '3Q'.

Jiang Mian no longer sees the slightest melancholy, but enjoys short-lived physical and mental joy.

The steak tasted good, and the red wine tasted good too. Although the two at the table didn't talk much, the ginger was still full.

Looking at the empty plate, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and sighed slightly worried.

"Isn't it good to eat so well in the morning? It's already this time? How long have I not slept?" Jiang discovered a very terrifying fact, that is, he had survived for so long, "Will it be sudden death?"

Mu Fan looked at him like a fool.

"Worried about the time, you might as well go to bed early."

Jiang didn't have the urge to sleep. He was full, but he didn't drink enough.

Maybe it's because of his drunkenness, he talks too much at the moment.

"You see, this is the difference between being almost 25 years old and early 20s. I have already started to take care of my health, but you are still playing disco, smoking and drinking too much."

Mu Fan put down his wine glass.

This is too much, he let the wine drink, although he smokes and plays disco, but wine is really annoying, I don’t understand why people like this thing, if it’s not for the brother’s face, he really doesn’t even want to touch it bump.

He saw that the health-preserving person had to drink the remaining half of the bottle of wine, his fair face began to turn red, and his earlobes were already as red as cherries.

He lay on his stomach, his face pressed against the cold marble tabletop, his eyes had already begun to drift away.

"Those who made vows with tears in their eyes at the wedding, turned out to be just touching others, but they themselves were just farting."

Drunkness makes people brave. Jiang said that the reason for his crash was that he kicked his elder brother into the dirt like a fan.

"I don't know if he and his sister-in-law are in a political marriage, or if they agreed to perform a good show for outsiders. I just despise and hate this kind of behavior. Whether he really likes 'wild flowers' outside, or just looking for someone to vent his body Physiological valley is not hopeful, I despise this kind of behavior. The former doesn't even have the courage to bravely walk under the sun holding his lover's hand, and the latter can't even control his own body."

Mu Fan felt incredible.

"Did you always think that if a man or woman said at the wedding that they would grow old together with another person, they would really grow old together?"

"Do not."

Jiang shook his head, almost shaking himself off the table, Mu Fan reached out to reach him, just in time for him to grab his palm and press it under his hot cheek.

"I just feel that if you don't love, you don't love. Why don't you tell the other party, why do you hide it? You are an ugly person, why don't you dare to face your own ugliness? You are cheating and acting affectionate at the same time. Character, don’t you think it’s disgusting? You still have to watch the pot while eating, so you’re not afraid of dying yourself?”

Mu Fan didn't have the energy to think about how to answer Jiang's question at all, his mind was full of the soft and warm touch of the palm.

Holding his face like this for a long time, Mu Fan still couldn't help taking out his phone and leaving a photo.

Jiang's face was surprisingly small, and he held it with one hand. His skin was tender and smooth, like peeling an egg, without any graininess.

He enjoyed it selfishly for a long time, and after appreciating it enough, he walked over to help Renlou.

I thought, Jiang would not like to lie in bed after eating, and fall asleep with the smell of food and wine.

So he goes to the bathroom.

In order to avoid the mistake of using towels indiscriminately, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets, found new towels with packaging, washed them with disinfectant, soaked them in hot water for a long time to remove the smell, and then wrung them out to wipe his face briefly .

Sitting on the side of the bed, he thought that in this life, he would only treat his Qin Shi so carefully.

He rubbed it with his fingertips, and felt that this face deserved such careful treatment.

He went back to the bathroom to dry the towels, stood in front of the mirror to wash his face, and then stared at the mirror with a silly smile for a long time after washing.

Like everyone who is overconfident, he looks at himself in the mirror and thinks he's super invincible and fucking handsome, especially when he smiles.

After he came out, he sat by the ginger bed for a while.

I saw him open the book on the bedside table.

French, I can’t understand it, the cover is an old foreign man with a beard, from some impressions, I probably saw it in a junior high school or high school textbook.

He closed the book and stuffed it behind the desk lamp, out of trouble.

It was time to leave long ago, not to mention that he was still sleepy, but he just didn't want to leave.

He went back to the bathroom and twisted a towel to come out, wanting not to help him wipe off his body. In TV dramas, there are scenes of taking care of drunk people, so that he can show that he is a considerate person.

But he couldn't help but reach out to untie Jiang's clothes.

'They're all men', 'You and he both', 'It's just a button, it's not □□', 'You're shy ass', four sentences frantically whirled in his mind, but still nothing result.

Mu Fan finally decided to forget, but Jiang suddenly opened his eyes at this time.

Turning over suddenly, he raised his long leg and hit Mu Fan on the back.

Because of his guilty conscience and defenselessness, Mu Fan was kicked directly under the bed by this foot, and lay down like a dog in embarrassment.

Fortunately, the goose down carpet did not hurt, but his hand just hit the ground, and tears filled his eyes.

"……mom,"

Mu Fan climbed up in grief and anger, and without thinking, he raised his legs and feet, and stepped on Jiang's buttocks that were exposed because he broke free from the quilt because he turned over.

He swore that he really wanted to kick it over, but for some reason the engine turned off halfway and fell down very lightly.

Hold.

Very warped and soft.