After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

347.

"I like you."

"Can you stay with me?"

This scene is really not romantic, and these two sentences are not very complicated.

But Mr. Chuya let out a light breath in my ear, and I felt that my whole body was in a mess.

It's like a handful of bubbles being blown away.

His voice fell into the bottom of my heart together with his warm breath, and I felt like I had lost even the most basic ability to think.

Mr. Chuya raised his head from the side of my cheek, and he stared at me intently, as if he was waiting for my answer.

woo-

I, it's not that I don't want to answer, but I can't open my mouth at all.

As if a flapping wing flew to my heart, I felt my heart itch.

This is no longer the level of a deer bumping around.

If there is really a deer in my heart, it must have knocked itself stupid.

I don't know if it's because I've been silent for so long that Mr. Chuya lost some confidence.

He raised his hand to help his hat, and said as if he added it belatedly: "You...don't feel embarrassed. If you don't like it, you can just refuse. If you are hesitant, it's okay to think about it for a few days."

I could clearly see that Mr. Nakaya's eyes were stained with a faint layer of disappointment.

He put the wallet in his pocket, then pulled a handful of his hair uncomfortably.

I froze in place, staring at him awkwardly making a series of small movements.

Mr. Nakaya raised his finger and pointed to the locomotive parked by the roadside, and his tone was a little pretended to be hearty when he spoke: "Do you want me to take you home now?"

Hearing him say these words, I finally felt that my mind seemed to be a little more active.

It's like a dead robot finally restarted and returned to normal.

I turned my stiff neck and met those blue eyes.

Well, Mr. Nakaya is really not suitable for putting on a show.

The corners of his mouth were raised up like an awkward but polite smile engraved on a puppet, but the loss and tension in his eyes were still exposed.

Forcing a smile so hard should cause cramps after a while.

It occurred to me out of nowhere.

I saw the corner of Mr. Chuya's mouth twitch slightly, and he probably realized this, so he coughed lightly in embarrassment, suppressed his smile altogether, and just stood there looking at me.

The street lamps on both sides of the road are like stars in the air, and the night sky has turned dark blue, spreading behind Mr. Nakaya like a fine velvet curtain.

"Sashi?"

Mr. Nakaya called me softly.

I thought about it, and put my arms around him.

Mr. Nakaya was probably startled by my sudden movement. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then he slowly reached out and hugged me back.

"Sashi."

These two words seemed to be chewed by him carefully, and then spit out.

saki.

Two syllables, clean and neat.

"It should be that I was earlier than Mr. Chuya."

I think I'm the one who thinks first.

I buried my head against Mr. Chuya's neck, and heard him gasp a little.

"You mean..."

I let go of Chuya-san and took his hand instead.

As soon as he looked up, he met a pair of cautious eyes.

what.

Mr. Nakaya's eyes are like blue diamonds cut into 57 facets, reflecting finely divided light.

I took a deep breath, then tiptoed to kiss him lightly on the side of the cheek.

No, this may not be called a kiss.

I simply stamped Chuya-san's face with my lips.

He was startled, shaking like a cat whose rua fur had been thrown down by someone.

"You mean..."

I nodded, took his hand firmly, and said with a smile: "I like you, Mr. Chuya."

So nervous.

It feels like my heart is about to jump out.

Although this is not the scene where I take the initiative to confess, I feel more nervous than Mr. Chuya.

The words I said and the actions I made were poured out as if I hadn't thought about it.

In other words, I didn't think about the consequences at all.

Would Mr. Chuya feel awkward?Will something happen later that is out of my control and beyond my expectations?

Forget it.

That's all I want to do at this moment.

The surrounding vehicles roared by, and no one noticed this small episode on the side of the road.The Ferris wheel named co□□osclock is slowly turning behind, and even the port logistics company... no, the port mafia/party building is also illuminated by bright lights.

And I just wanted to kiss my Mr. Nakaya.

After being stunned for a while, Mr. Nakaya quickly reacted, he showed a gentle smile, and his eyes were filled with a light smile.

Just like the most common kind in the eyes of teenagers, the smile in his eyes is pure and natural, without any impurities mixed in.

Nakaya-san reached out and hugged me.

Different from the cautious and responsive hug just now, this time he hugged me hard, and I heard his chuckle ringing in my ears.

"Great--"

Mr. Chuya said.

"finally......"

He blurted out these two words, and then didn't know why he didn't continue.

After a while, this excitement was gradually cooled by Night Breeze, Mr. Nakaya let go of me and said, "It's getting late today, I'll take you home first."

I nodded and sat on the back seat of the motorcycle.

The current mafia/party cadres are with me, the third generation of pseudo-blacks.

It's inexplicably a bit matching.

Are we black eating black?

348.

Now that we are together, I will naturally not be as entangled as before.

I hugged Mr. Chuya's waist carelessly, and I pressed my face against his back.

Nakaya-san's coat was flying around me like a wave, and I felt like I was starting to fall asleep.

When I told my grandpa to go out for a walk, it was really just to the extent of "going out for a walk".

I feel that Mr. Nakaya's locomotive just sped up and drove for a long time, and it stopped on the street in front of my house.

When I got out of the car, I suddenly remembered something before I entered the door.

"Zhongye."

I called like this.

He responded reflexively, with a little confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't know why I called him.

I squinted my eyes and laughed, jumped down the steps and walked to him in two or three steps.

"Can I call you Chuya directly in the future?"

Mr. Nakaya was slightly taken aback, and then quickly responded.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of my hair, and said, "Yes, you can call me whatever you want."

Satisfied, I nodded, and then asked again: "By the way, Chuya, my photo..."

I stopped halfway through my sentence.

Mr. Chuya's expression changed from bewildered to clear. He clenched his right fist and put it to his lips, coughed lightly and said, "...I got it from your grandfather."

Eh?Grandpa?

Well......

Having said that, it seems that my photos from childhood to adulthood are indeed included in a thick and large album.If I remember correctly, this photo album seems to be placed at my grandfather's house.

Putting it at my grandfather's house is just convenient for them to get together during the New Year and holidays, so that everyone can look at the photos of me being ugly when I was a child.

Cats cry.

"Grandpa actually gave you my photo? When?!"

hateful!

Grandpa actually did something like this when I wasn't paying attention.

I thought he didn't like Mr. Chuya too much...

Looking at it now, it's a good thing my grandpa didn't share my embarrassing photos with Mr. Chuya!

Mr. Nakaya took out his wallet and glanced at the photo, and then put the wallet in the inside pocket of his coat: "Is this it? It was a while ago."

Mr. Nakaya seemed to want to say something more, but I saw his eyes quickly glanced at the position above my head, and then he quickly put away the words he hadn't finished speaking, and just rubbed my hair again.

"Hurry up and go home, your grandpa should be in a hurry at this point."

Um?what happened?

I frowned and looked back in great bewilderment.

Is it my illusion?

The curtains in the upstairs room seemed to shake a bit.

So why is Nakaya-san suddenly anxious to let me go home? Hey!

Maomao scratched his head.

Although not reconciled, but there is no other way.

Mr. Nakaya seemed to be in the posture of "I won't leave until you enter the house", so I had no choice but to go home honestly.

Opening the door, I waved to Mr. Chuya.

"Good night, Mr. Chuya."

Woo, I'm used to it.

That is, just now I had the courage to call Chuya, but now I still feel that Mr. Chuya is more suitable for me.

He put on his hat and nodded at me, motioning me to close the door quickly.

It wasn't until I closed the door and turned on the lights in the corridor that I heard the roar of a locomotive fade away.

Oh, I did a great job today.

When I got home, I suddenly realized this fact.

Am I actually going to be a cash charger?

Don't dare to think. Don't dare to think.

But then again, what are couples going to do...?

I began to recall the ways of getting along with those young couples I saw in the class——

including but not limited to:

The two flirted together during recess.

The two screwed together to feed each other during their lunch break.

After school, the two twisted together in the grove, you and I.

......

Forget it, forget it.

It doesn't feel like this style suits me.

I silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and waved my hand to break up these strange brain-filling pictures.

Walking into the all-dark living room, I suddenly discovered a fact.

Grandpa seems to have fallen asleep.

Thinking of this, I started to tiptoe like a thief.

etc--

When I was about to walk to the stairs, I suddenly thought of one thing.

Did grandpa really only give Mr. Chuya that one photo?

To be honest, the photo with the school gate every year is one of the few photos I have with a normal temperament.

Most of the rest...

cough.

If you want to blame, blame my dad, the soul photographer.

His snapshots are always taken when others are at their ugliest, but every time we have family gatherings or family trips, he always volunteers to be a photographer.

It is for this reason that today, few photos of our family can be shared with others.

Ugh.

I touched the study lightly and turned on the wall lamp.

Well......

I remember that the big photo album seemed to be placed in this cabinet.

Relying on my unreliable memory, I touched a glass cabinet and took out the thickest photo album from it.

That's right, if nothing else, it should be this one.

It records the time spent by this family in the 16 years from my birth to the present.

I turned on the flashlight on my phone, sat on the floor and flipped through the photo album page by page.

God, how did I look like a monkey when I was a child? !

Yes, damn it!

I fell so badly, my dad was still smiling and took a selfie with me!

Unscrupulous father!

hateful!

I flipped through the photo album, and I saw myself growing rapidly between the pages.

From the little one at the beginning, it became the young girl now.

Ah, it's really touching.

Time is really killing pigs... Ahh!

Time is really unforgiving.

Looking at the father in the photo from a handsome young man to a bearded uncle, I suddenly felt sour.

Alas, what kind of spicy chicken seafood company did Dad join?

How can a seafood company let employees dig for oil and diamonds?

When Dad comes back next time, I will persuade him to resign.

He must have been scammed by this company!

It is impossible for a serious company to do such a thing!

hateful!

Even the port mafia/party is not so black-minded, okay?

Even if Mr. Nakaya is on a business trip, it is only within the normal range.

Who would think of my father like this...

There were more and more complaints in my heart, and my hands started to move a little faster as I flipped through the photo album.

Then my hand froze.

Eh.

Am I wrong?

I moved the phone forward, and the glaring white light reflected on the photo covered by the plastic film, confirming my guess.

In that photo, I was 15 years old smiling brightly at the school gate of Lihai University.

This is exactly the photo that appeared in Mr. Nakaya's wallet.

Grandpa didn't give it to people.