Husband's Fingertips

In Xia Wangchuan's not too big room, there was a person lying on the bed and another person standing on the ground.

The person on the bed was his younger brother, Mu Xiaolin, a Northwest man.

At this moment, he was facing up to the sky, in a "wood"-shaped posture, and fell asleep soundly.

His wheat-colored skin looked extremely healthy on the snow-white sheets, probably because he had slept too deeply, with all five limbs stretched freely, fully expressing the masculine state of a young man in the early morning.

The person on the ground was Qiu Yuebai, the younger uncle of the Qiu family. He was holding a paintbrush at the moment, making sculptures for Mu Lin on the bed without moving.

At this time, there was a particularly weird expression on his normally bright and natural face.

The black eyebrows were tightly furrowed, the eyes were wide open, and the mouth was half opened. The expression on the whole face seemed to have frozen.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that there is still an organ in his swollen face that is active.

That organ was the tip of his tongue, and he was unconsciously licking his lips up and down at this moment, as if there was something delicious in front of him that made him salivate.

On the canvas in front of him has just drawn a rough outline of a man lying prone. Although he has only just begun to paint, it is vividly outlined by his skillful skills.Especially after the undulating lines of the human body are captured flexibly and accurately by him, they are properly displayed on the canvas.

It's just that although he is still holding the paintbrush in his hand, he can't continue painting at all.

Because... because a man from Northwest China turned over while snoring soundly in his deep sleep.

Qiu Yuebai only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and subconsciously shivered.

Then, silly.

Also stupid was Xia Wangchuan outside the balcony door.

It should be said that he knows more about his brother's body than anyone else.

Because from the time Mu Lin wore crotch pants, Xia Mu, who was eight years older than him, had already taken care of him.

Especially during the years when He Xiangning was ill, Mu Wenxuan was busy earning money outside to support his family, while Xia Mu was in charge of the family, and taking care of his younger brother was one of his most important tasks every day.

Thinking about how naughty Xiao Mu Lin was at that time, when bathing him in a big bathtub every night, he was always so naughty that Xia Mu's whole body was wet.

But the point is not here, the point is that Mu Xiaolin didn't see such a strong physical talent at that time, or the capital of a man.

How can a man change from eighteen to one, and when he grows up, he will grow into such a big man who can stand up to heaven and earth!

Of course Xia Wangchuan was embarrassed to stare at his younger brother's body, but that quick glance already made him think of a question about heredity.

Although he and he were born of the same father, but at best, he was at an upper-middle level.Thinking about it, Mu Lin should be the other half inherited from his parents' genes.

Thinking about it this way, the problem is easily solved.

Because a certain Saburo Qiu, who has half the same genes as Mu Lin, also has the same astonishing size as him.

Xia Wangchuan felt his face turn even redder, and he was a little hesitant to push the door open.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Mu Lin must have known that Qiu Yuebai was painting for him.

Otherwise, with his physical acuity developed from fighting since he was a child, no matter how soundly he slept, he would definitely notice that there was one more person in the room.

But looking at his relaxed sleeping state now, it is certain that he not only knows that Qiu Yuebai is drawing pictures for him in the room, but also that he should have created his naked appearance.

These two people, like a joke, actually painted bare buttocks?

Xia Wangchuan glanced at Qiu Yuebai's face again, feeling a little strange in his heart.

From the first time I saw him, this little uncle who was always handsome, sunny, funny and confident, how could he have such a shy and embarrassed expression right now.

To be honest, Xia Wangchuan is very familiar with this expression, because when he is facing Qiu Jiyan's shameless face, he often shows this expression subconsciously.

It's a feeling of liking someone and being caught up in his hooliganism.

To put it more simply, it is the state of blushing, beating heart, feverish ears, wanting to run and wanting at the same time.

But... This feeling is not against harmony and is very natural when placed on relatively soft little zeros. Why is it a bit wrong when placed on Qiu Yuebai, who considers himself to be aggressive?

Could it be that in front of Mu Xiaolin's incomparably majestic and aggressive aura, the little uncle's body is also subtly undergoing chemical transformation?

Xia Wangchuan felt as if he was trying to make up a comprehensive chemistry, physiology and medicine class.

Anyway, he felt that he could see that the current state of these two people was recognized by both parties, so he had better not disturb their painting state.

After all, the fact that Qiu Yuebai made a painting for Mu Lin did exist.It's just that Xia Wangchuan couldn't figure out why he had clearly agreed to paint a portrait, but now it has become like this.

Although, Xia Wangchuan faintly felt that something was not quite right.

But for a while, he couldn't think of it.

Especially with the younger brother in his current state, if he went in rashly, the three of them would only be more embarrassing than the other.

Therefore, Xia Wangchuan returned to Qiu Jiyan's bedroom the same way.

Qiu Yuebai finally struggled out of his astonishment when Mu Lin turned over again.

God, the United Nations finally lowered the flag, and I can finally breathe a long breath.

You must know that during the period when Mu Lin turned from leaning over to lying on his back just now, Qiu Yuebai was completely in a state of petrification, and his whole body was already frightened and stiff.

Of course, there are places in the body that are not so stiff, but they are also places that he can't control at all.

He began to regret his impulsiveness just now. He was obviously lying on the bed in that state, but he still wanted to draw for him. Can you say that he just wanted to see something purely?

While thinking wildly, Qiu Yuebai picked up the brush again professionally.

Now that the outline has been drawn, and the person has returned to the original sleeping position, don't even think about it, let's draw!

This time, Mu Xiaolin who woke up again and him who was woken up before were rebels.

After a good night's sleep, with his eyes still closed, he felt refreshed and full of energy.

Sleeping until now, he had already completely forgotten about asking Qiu Yuebai to come to his room to paint for himself.

Mu Lin felt that he couldn't bear it any longer after feeling inconvenient for too long, opened his eyes, and sat up straight from the bed.

"Ah! You are awake!"

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing here?"

Two people shouted in unison from the room.

Qiu Yuebai was quickly daubing on the canvas, and he had an idea in his mind that he had better finish the painting before this guy woke up.

Although it was Mu Lin himself who put on such a wild pose, and he didn't mean to be coquettish at all.But Qiu Yuebai didn't know why, he just felt that something changed suddenly.Suddenly, I felt a little embarrassed.

Seeing that he was about to close his pen, Qiu Yuebai quickened his hand speed.

The man on the bed moved suddenly, and then he straightened up again, and sat up abruptly.

Mu Lin completed this movement naturally and neatly, but affected by the natural attributes of his body, in Qiu Yuebai's eyes,

But it is with guns and sticks and flags flying.

Mu Lin stared at Qiu Yuebai and his easel standing on the ground with a dazed expression, then inadvertently looked down at himself.

"Fuck! Who took it off for me? I said, little uncle, is it really okay for you to sneak into my room to do this?"

Qiu Yuebai: "..."

While talking, Mu Lin got out of the bed while raising his legs loudly, and walked to Qiu Yuebai's easel with steady steps.

Qiu Yue watched with blank eyes a powerful man striding forward, his whole body was filled with the vigor and masculinity unique to young men.

He couldn't take his eyes off the swaying swing, and the paintbrush in his hand trembled unknowingly, and he didn't know where the line he was drawing was crooked.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, it's in sight, it's stopped...

A hot and swollen feeling suddenly rose from Qiu Yuebai's lower abdomen, rushed to his chest, and rushed to his nostrils in an instant.

"Hey, I'll go, the painting is so fucking like, it's worthy of being a great painter, it's just the ass, isn't it a little too big?"

"Hey uncle, what's the matter with you? Don't move, don't move, hurry up, hug me, hop on one leg, the nosebleed will stop, what are you hiding, come here, hug, one, two, three, jump!"

have to!This hug made her flow even more fucking.

I don't know if it's because all the men in Lao Qiu's family have this problem. There is no disease or disaster, why nosebleeds every now and then!

Xia Wangchuan decided to put Mu Lin's affairs aside.

Anyway, with his younger brother's physique and fighting skills, he can't suffer no matter what with Qiu Yuebai.

In his heart now, he was mainly thinking about the knot in Qiu Jiyan's heart.

After all, if this knot cannot be untied, with Qiu Jiyan's character, he would have to carry a heavy burden to go through the whole course of his life.

It was a bit too pathetic for him like that.

Xia Wangchuan went downstairs, and learned from Sister Qing that the elder Qiu Yueming hadn't gone out to meet friends with literature, so he returned to his own room after breakfast.

Sister Qing also added in a very low voice, saying that since the old lady was hospitalized that day, except for going to the hospital, the elder has been bored at home, and has not attended any poetry and painting parties.

Xia Wangchuan nodded, and couldn't help but gritted his teeth, feeling nervous in his heart.

When the truth was ruthlessly exposed that night, when the old lady passed out, he saw Qiu Yueming's worried but hard-to-disguise pain and disappointment.

Although Xia Wangchuan had never been a father, he felt that he understood the desolation of this man at that moment.

His wife cheated on him when he was young, and he only had one outstanding son who was a so-called outlier in the eyes of the world. For a man who is over half a hundred years old, if the mood at this time can be described as despair, it is not too much.

With a heart beating faster and faster, he slowly walked to the door of Qiu Yueming's room.

Qiu Yueming did not expect that Xia Wangchuan would take the initiative to find him.

In the past few days, he temporarily interrupted the invitations of literary friends outside, and sat quietly in the room for a long time.

The sudden storm that night caused this man who had been calm for a long time to fall into the memory of the past again.

Whether it's the bitter love with inferiority complex in youth, or the two-year temporary residence abroad after the newlyweds, the birth of a child, and the unbearable marriage change, the scenes of the past are like movies in Qiu Yueming's mind. Playing back and flowing.

He admits that he is a failure in life in many eyes, whether it is the career that men value, or the feelings in the eyes of the world.

Therefore, he has always devoted himself to dancing and writing, and in communicating with literary friends, he found some comfort from an elderly man for the rest of his life.

At this time, he found that he was happy and peaceful.

Perhaps, that can be regarded as a sheltered harbor that I have sought.In fact, for all living beings in this world, who is not more frustrated than happy, more ordinary than brilliant?

It is also happy to have a small safe haven.

It's a pity that reality always likes to find you when people are stealing a corner, and tell you things that you thought you could escape.

When the past was uncovered, when his proud son confessed that he was gay, and when Qiu Jiyan still remembered and even hated his mother's mistakes years later, Qiu Yueming felt that the happy harbor he had carefully built for himself had also passed away. Being swayed by the strong wind, it is precarious.

Qiu Yueming was thinking and hesitating.

He is a highly educated person, knowing that he can't change the fact that Qiu Jiyan likes men.

However, shouldn't he try to help him change his resentment towards his mother?

Although... that would tear off another layer of skin that was firmly guarded.

Therefore, when Qiu Yueming was tangled repeatedly in the room, not thinking about eating and drinking, he did not expect that his son's boyfriend would come to him.

"Mr. Qiu, I heard from Sister Qing that your appetite and complexion are not good these days, so I want to come over and ask if I can help you massage your stomach to relieve it."

Xia Wangchuan looked at Qiu Yueming in front of him, the other's complexion was really bad.

Qiu Yueming was slightly taken aback.

If the handsome man in front of him didn't have that kind of relationship with his son, he admitted that this is a very good and dedicated family masseur.

But the facts are the facts. This masseuse is really his son's boyfriend and his ex-wife's stepson.

A Xia Wangchuan with such an identity made Qiu Yueming naturally have doubts about his initiative to visit the door.

"Thank you, Xiaoxia, I'm fine. It's just that the old lady is not in good health, and she caught fire, and there is so much trouble at home, so I don't feel very comfortable."

Hearing Qiu Yueming's words, Xia Wangchuan nodded seriously.

"Yeah, it would be quite unexpected and unacceptable for any family to encounter such a big change all of a sudden, especially...you still have Jiyan and me on your shoulders."

Xia Wangchuan tried his best to suppress the tension in his heart, and boldly said what should be said.

Based on his usual observation and understanding of Qiu Yueming, this old gentleman, who is always calm and calm, probably wouldn't take the initiative to talk about these things if he didn't start the conversation.

Qiu Yueming really took a look at him in surprise, he didn't expect this gentle and silent masseur to bluntly bring up the matter between him and his son.

"Well, your business is very troublesome."

Qiu Yueming sighed, "To be honest, although I'm not an old-fashioned person, but the only son likes men, think about it, I don't like it. What's more, his grandma has regarded him as a treasure since he was a child, and he is more precious than me. I value his future more, so Xiaoxia, as an elder, regarding you and Yanyan, as a father, the biggest step I can take is an old saying, you can't help yourself!"

Xia Wangchuan nodded vigorously.

He understood the meaning of Qiu Yueming's words.On the issue of Qiu Jiyan's relationship with himself, he will neither oppose nor support it.

In the Qiu family, as Qiu Jiyan's father, this is actually a considerable support for the two of them.

"Mr. Qiu, I know you did this because you feel sorry for Yanyan. Yanyan is lucky to have such an enlightened father as you, but..."

Xia Wangchuan still hesitantly glanced at Qiu Yueming's face, pumped himself up desperately in his heart, and continued.

"However, Yanyan has always had a lot of resentment towards Aunt He. You also know that he lived in our house for a while when he was a child. At that time, I knew that he had a big negative emotion in his heart. I just didn't expect that after so many years, he The emotions will accumulate and deepen, and they don't seem to be fading at all."

Qiu Yueming frowned slightly.

He kind of understood why Xia Wangchuan took the initiative to find him today.

This boy, who looks quiet, gentle and kind on the outside, is very successful in his heart.

His purpose of coming to find him actually coincided with what he had been thinking about for the past few days, which was how to resolve the frozen knot in his son's heart.

Sure enough, this is a person with mature thinking and deeply in love with Qiu Jiyan.

Because only if you truly love someone, you will do everything possible to make everything about that person better.

"Xiao Xia, what you said is not wrong. Yan Yan really has a lot of heart knots with his mother. However, the root of all this... lies with me."

Xia Wangchuan raised his head subconsciously.

There seemed to be a hint of bleakness on the face of the man in front of him, which made people feel a breath of late autumn unconsciously in the midsummer morning.

"Sit down, let's talk slowly for a while."

Qiu Yueming signaled Xia Wangchuan to sit down, but he walked slowly to the bed, reached out and took out a thick book from under the pillow.

Xia Wangchuan's eyes lit up. The yellowed book was one he knew and loved very much, and it was also the favorite of his stepmother's life, "Dream of Red Mansions".

"Xiao Xia, actually I also feel very strange. I have a lot of things in my heart. I should have spoken to Yan Yan first, but by mistake, I chose you as my first listener."

Qiu Yueming subconsciously stroked the cover of the book, "Actually, I knew about you and her from Grandma Yanyan... You and Yanyan's mother have a very good relationship. She has such a caring stepson like you, and I feel it too." It’s very comforting. So, maybe that’s why I can tell you what’s on my mind.”

Xia Wangchuan nodded, "Although I always call her Aunt He, in my heart, I have long regarded her as my mother."

Qiu Yueming sighed, "So between people, it really depends on fate. Do you know Xiao Xia, even Yan Yan's mother doesn't know, in fact, before your father came to Qiu's house, I knew him... ..."