Dressed as a gangster and his nanny[Transmigration Book]

Qiulu didn't speak any more, and silently pulled his clothes down a little, revealing the small bruise that was hit when he was riding a horse today.

Qiulu was all too familiar with rubbing medicine on Fang Huo.

When they were very young, they crawled and jumped outside every day, and scratches were commonplace. After returning home, they took off each other's clothes and applied medicine, and joked while wiping, with smiles on their faces.

Because even if you bump into it, there is nothing special to feel bad about. Teenage boys, who doesn't have a few scars?

But at this moment, Qiulu felt an unspeakable uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

Probably because Qiu Lu has been silent for a while, Fang Huo quickly caught his emotions even though his back was turned to him, thought for a while, and said, "Brother Lu, why did you tell people that you are my assistant today? "

"Ah?" Qiulu returned to his senses, slowly rubbed the place where he had applied the medicated oil with his palm, and said, "I didn't say that, they guessed it themselves."

Fang Huo shook hands with the cat in the house. He knew that the cat's pads were soft. He found that Qiu Lu's palm was a bit like that cat, and it was also soft. Fang Huo was pressed very hard. Comfortable, you can feel his warm palm touching his skin, "Then you admit it?"

His ending sound rose, which turned out to be a bit wronged, and it seemed a little sweet, like a child who was waiting for someone to explain to him why this candy was not for him.

It's a pity that after waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for his brother Lu to say anything. Fang Huo turned his head and saw Qiu Lu in a daze with his eyes downcast, and his hands were still moving, but his mind seemed to have drifted away.

Fang Huo moved his shoulders and reminded: "Brother Lu?"

Qiu Lu raised his eyes in confusion, his long eyelashes raised, "Huh?"

Fang Huo smiled, tilted his head, revealing his graceful neck, his Adam's apple slid slightly, and said, "Press here too."

"..." Qiulu said a little speechlessly, "When did you sprain your neck?"

"Click it."

Qiulu couldn't bear it anymore, so he clasped his hands and touched his neck a few times as he wanted, and then saw the man squinting his eyes and making a comfortable sound like a small animal being pulled by the neck.

The sound was not loud, but when it fell into the ears of Qiu Lu, a man in his twenties who knew everything and had seen everything, everything felt wrong.

So Qiulu couldn't press it after a few times, and his technique became more and more chaotic. , put on slippers and walked out, hurriedly, "Okay, how long will it take to press it! I'll wash my hands, and you can get up and tidy up too."

After speaking, he ran away.

Fang Huo propped himself up with one arm, and a pair of black eyes stared closely at his fleeing back, with a smile in his eyes.

After a while, he lowered his head and reached out to touch the scar on his back. His index finger seemed to be tracing its outline, with a faint smile on his lips.

Qiulu washed his hands and face in the bathroom, raised his head, and looked in the mirror.

It was himself reflected in the mirror.

There was still a little pink on his earlobes, but his eyes had been forced to calm down, and he began to regret that he was shy just now.

What is this, I can't bear it after being teased casually by that little bastard, and I'm getting more and more shameless!

Moreover, Qiulu knew in his heart that he was not only shy, but also distracted, and fell into a familiar but elusive emotion.

Counting it carefully, he and Fang Huo have known each other for so many years, and they have had many emotions, but almost all of them are palpable.

There are the most obvious happiness, anger, anger, and even jealousy and jealousy, all of which he admits.

But he has never been the same as now, feeling more and more frequently a sense of anxiety that he can't quite understand - he is obviously by his side, but he feels that he is sometimes very close, and sometimes he can't grasp it. live.

I don't know where this feeling came from, but today when I was at the racecourse, I heard that charming and beautiful girl say, "It's not just me, whoever has a little bit of power doesn't want to send his daughter to him, and sooner or later he has to choose among these people." A wedding, I have been to his sixth uncle’s wedding, but it’s grand!” At that time, it was suddenly ignited, so he didn’t hold back, didn’t pull the rein, and let the horse’s hoof scratch the little girl’s beloved pink riding horse She pretended to be pretending, and then suffered childish revenge, and was whipped hard on the ass of the horse.

The moment he was galloped away by that violent horse, he wasn't scared, but depressed.

Because he suddenly and clearly realized that Fang Huo had truly and thoroughly become a person in two worlds with him, and this had nothing to do with whether he still lived with him or not.

Fang Huo may just miss the old days and miss his old friends, but three years is not just a simple farewell, it is basically a gap, carrying many things that he does not know at all.

Just like the tattoo he saw just now.

Qiulu didn't know when he got the injury, or for whom, and he didn't know what the strange pattern meant to him.

He feels that he has never been a small-hearted person, but sometimes he is very stingy. The specific manifestation is that when he knows that Fang Huo has not told him about something in school, he will be angry and get angry.

In the past three years, Fang Huo had already had many memories that had nothing to do with him in places he didn't know, some of which were so deep that he wanted to engrave them on his body.

It may come from a strange city, a strange scenery, a strange feeling or a strange person, but in short, it has nothing to do with Qiulu.

The funniest thing is that now he has no choice but to feel jealous in secret - ask him face to face?But what position does he have to ask such a question?

Three years have passed, and it seems that he still has the courage to become thinner with his face. Anyway, Qiu Lu feels that he is really fucking living and becoming a coward.

He turned on the faucet, splashed some water on his face viciously, and then he let out a long sigh of relief and went out.

A few days later, Qiulu received a slightly unexpected phone call.

When he heard the slightly hoarse female voice asking him, "How are you doing recently, do you want to go back to City A for the holiday", Qiu Lu was stunned for a while.

After all, he and Zhou Xiujuan hadn't been in touch for a long time.

Although Zhou Xiujuan and her husband can be regarded as good people, they are also good people of philistines, not saints.

Qiu Lu subsidized 80.00% of his income at the beginning of his part-time job to his family, which was regarded as repaying his kindness for more than a year. Later, when he said that he was going to work in City B, the couple's faces did not show any nostalgia. He took out the sausages he smoked during the Chinese New Year and asked him to bring them to his nephew.

After leaving for so long, Qiulu never forgot the share in City A when sending money to City C. The money there was taken with peace of mind, but he rarely called to say hello. When I got this phone call, I felt like a world away.

"Aunt Zhou, what's the matter?" Qiu Lu asked.

"It's nothing! I just remembered that it's your birthday soon. When I called Leilei a few days ago, I asked about you. As a result, this kid refused to tell me what you are doing now. I said I'd call him myself, but he refused to let me say, don't bother you..." Zhou Xiujuan's voice was as loud as ever, and she sounded in a good mood, and she muttered, "Didn't I call again? What's wrong? Really, that brat..."

After a lot of talking, Zhou Xiujuan finally got to the point, cleared her throat, and said, "That's right, I have an old sister's daughter who is also coming to work in City B. She is 21 this year, not a few years younger than you. He graduated from high school and didn't go to university, but he looks good, and the most important thing is that he has a good personality..."

Qiulu was silent for a while.

He knew that Zhou Xiujuan would not call to wish him a happy birthday in advance. After all, after knowing each other for so long, the first time Zhou Xiujuan knew her birthday was because she remembered to ask him how old she was when she introduced a girl to him.

Qiulu doesn't quite remember the reason he used when he declined last time, but obviously it's difficult to come up with an impromptu one now, he just said "uh" and didn't say anything, Zhou Xiujuan said His head sank, and he said in a rough voice, "What do you mean? I didn't mean you, Xiao Lu, you are not young. The last time Aunt Zhou introduced you, you said you didn't have any ideas about it, Zhou Auntie can understand, you can't get out of your first marriage, but how many years have passed, people have to look forward..."

Qiulu suddenly remembered that in front of Zhou Xiujuan, he was still the image of an infatuated man who lost his wife at an early age.

"And I showed your photo to my eldest niece. She saw it and agreed to meet without saying a word. I don't think you are a second marriage at all..."

"Wait, wait, Aunt Zhou," Qiu Lu said with a dry smile, "You agreed to meet me?"

"What?" Zhou Xiujuan said confidently, "I've already told the other side, you can't stop coming! I asked the girl to bring a large intestine and local eggs to Zhou Lei, and by the way, I also brought them to you. point, you remember to take it."

"..." Qiu Lu.

The author has something to say: Autumn. Daily nonsense. So I often don’t remember that this is what I said. Lu:

ah?My second marriage?

ah?My wife is dead? ?

ah? ? ?This... I don't know what kind of pattern it is, it's me...?