Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

The boat on the lake dangled, pushing away layers of ripples on the water. The fish raised in the lake were attracted by the noise and swam around. The appearance of the carp, Zhao Changle swallowed his saliva, and suddenly became a little stiff.

"What's the matter?" Suddenly smelling the sweet smell of fear from the human body, Song Yu turned his head and glanced at him. Although he tried his best to keep calm, Zhao Changle's face was obviously a little pale.

"I'm not good at fish," Zhao Changle explained embarrassingly, "Especially the kind that swims in the water. It's okay to look at it from a distance, but it's fine when you get close." Before he finished speaking, a foot-long koi in the lake suddenly Tail flick jumped up from the water, so startled that he jumped up with a cry and hugged Song Yu tightly, looking at the big fish that was still alive and kicking on his seat in horror.

Song Yu quickly threw this "uninvited guest" into the water with quick eyes, wiped the seat with a piece of paper, and asked considerately, "Would you like to change seats with me?"

Zhao Changle nodded again and again with lingering fear, but he still tried his best to defend himself, "I'm not afraid, it's just that I get a little panicked when I see too much, and it's usually nothing." At least he has never been afraid of the fish on the dinner table .

"It's indeed a bit too much." Song Yu looked at the fish gathered around the boat with their heads sticking out, and calmly took out a small bag of fish food from the storage box of the boat and threw it out, "I'll call someone later Divide some into other lakes, and there will be no more to feed them."

He threw the bag of fish food far away, coupled with the power of the sea demon, the surrounding fish schools quickly scattered away.

Zhao Changle watched the number of fish decrease by the boat, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly sat down to the side, leaning against Song Yu all the time, and wearing short-sleeves in summer, skin to skin made him feel the whole body People are a little bit off.

And the next second he was leaning against the side of the boat to enjoy the breeze, a familiar white red and black striped koi jumped out aggressively again, almost splashing water on his face.

"Why is it again?!" Zhao Changle stared wide-eyed, watching the fish fall into the water and swagger along with the boat.

Song Yu leaned over and took a look, then laughed, "This is the overlord of the lake, he has a bad temper."

"Eh?!" Zhao Changle wanted to cry, "Who did I provoke?"

"Who told you to dress like it today?" Song Yu chuckled, "We all call this fish unique, and we don't like the one with the same suit as us. There is only one fish in the whole lake. Ink clothes."

Zhao Changle looked down at the T-shirt with red and black splashed ink patterns on a white background, deeply feeling that the passing of time is not good.

But the most urgent task right now is to land before the fish gather again, he doesn't want to be besieged again.

"It's a rare opportunity to row a boat." He curled his lips, still a little bit reluctant.

"Next time, find a lake with no fish for you to paddle." Song Yu raised his hand to straighten Zhao Changle's messy hair, "Pad for as long as you want."

I really made a mistake today, I only considered that this is the lake with the best scenery, but I didn’t expect that there are so many troublesome guys in it, and I didn’t expect that Zhao Changle would be afraid of fish——even Zhao Changle’s relatives didn’t know about this kind of thing at the time , it would be strange if the spies he sent out could find out.

But it's a bit troublesome to be afraid of fish

——Mr. Song, who is half fish, is a little distressed.

Zhao Changle glanced at Mr. Song who was in the automatic love talk mode, and didn't pick up the conversation, but said, "Then go back the same way?"

"Of course not, go this way." Song Yu took Zhao Changle out of this area, and after walking for about 5 minutes, they left the forest area. The cobblestone path was connected to the asphalt road, and the tour bus stopped on the side of the road waiting for them to get on the bus. Because it was not open to the public, there were only the two of them and a driver in the car. Zhao Changle happily chose the first seat near the back door and sat down, "The seat for the conductor!"

Song Yu smiled lowly, stepped forward and said, "Sir, I want to buy a ticket."

Zhao Changle did not expect that Mr. Song would actually play this kind of childish role-playing game with him. He paused for a moment in shock, then coughed recklessly (?), raised his chin and asked, "Which stop?" ?”

Mr. Song, who had never taken public transportation before, did not expect this routine. He thought for a second and announced the name of a station. Almost every morning, his special assistant complained that he would be squeezed into canned sardines at this station. But he refuses to drive to and from work because he wants to see more of the young man he has a crush on.

Hehe, it deserves it.

Hearing the name of the station reported by Song Yu, Zhao Changle showed an expression of wanting to laugh but desperately holding back, "Three yuan, credit card or cash?"

Song Yu touched his pocket and said, "Swipe the card." Mr. Song never had steel coins in his pocket. Although the only round and flat object could indeed buy an egg, it was in the Qing Dynasty.

Zhao Changle stretched out his hand decently, "Where is the card?"

So Song Yu put the secondary credit card that he had hidden in his pocket for a long time in Zhao Changle's hand, and said earnestly, "Swipe it casually."

"Excuse me, sir." Zhao Changle, who originally planned to continue acting along the way, threw the card back with a straight face, and stared at him from the corner of his eyes, "I can only swipe the transportation card."

"I don't have a traffic card." Mr. Song, who was not down-to-earth at all, said with an innocent expression.

"All right, all right, let me help you with it." Zhao Changle waved his hands in a magnanimous gesture, and his tone was very similar to that of a bus ticket seller, "Don't forget to bring it next time."

"Thank you." Song Yu approached him with a smile, "Your Excellency's kindness can't be repaid, so I have to—"

"Then treat me to dinner!" Zhao Changle interrupted Song Yu without hesitation, "Mr. Song who used the subway as a bus."

That's right, the name of the station reported by Song Yu just now is the name of the subway station. Although the bus also goes there, the name is completely different. As soon as he heard it, he knew that Song Yu had never taken the bus or subway, otherwise there would be no such trouble. Kind of a joke.

After all, there are no conductors on the subway.

Song Yu was not annoyed when he was exposed, "I can't stand a crowded environment." He explained that places with a lot of traffic, such as buses and subways, are not comfortable for the Kraken, who has keen senses and can recognize emotions. In a place where all kinds of emotions are mixed together, even a thousand-year-old fish like him feels extremely uncomfortable.

"Understood." Zhao Changle shrugged. For a person like Song Yu, the first thing he would think of when he saw him was the bright moon, white jade and flawless. I can imagine the scene of this man squeezing the subway with a group of people.

"Speaking of which, you like the conductor very much?" Song Yu asked.

"It doesn't count." Zhao Changle raised his hand and scratched his cheek. "When I was a child, I thought the conductor was very imposing, so I really wanted to be one." It is said that the conductor who can sit and drink on the bus every day is undoubtedly extremely majestic.

"You don't want to be a man later?" Song Yu asked again.

"Now it's changed to unmanned ticketing cars, and the conductors can't find a job." Zhao Changle spread his hands, showing a helpless expression, "I have to eat too, boss."

After he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes, and said again: "It's all my material, it's not fair, what about you?"

"Me?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows and said after a few seconds of pause, "My parents left very early, so I have been teaching according to the patriarch's standard since I was a child, so there is nothing to say."

Song Yu's standard life experience to the outside world is that his parents died early and he was alone. He received a strict elite education from his family when he was a child, and took over the family business and expanded his territory when he became an adult. According to this routine, there is really nothing interesting to share.

The real sea monster's career has been magnificent, but he is not sure that his human beings are interested in hearing how he got on Zheng He's voyage to the west, or how he fished and ate melons in troubled waters in Kowloon.

Honestly, it's pretty boring.

After driving for about 15 minutes, the tour bus dropped them off. The destination was a pottery museum in the park. Although the main function is to display the works of potters, I don’t mind opening the workshop on the second floor to let the biggest investors Come and try it yourself.

According to the survey data, Zhao Changle likes to stay at home and make handicrafts when he has nothing to do. Song Yu made a few indirect remarks, and settled here to spend the afternoon. As expected, Zhao Changle liked it.

Well, to be precise, Zhao Changle liked the long-haired, beautiful, sweet and clingy cat in the pottery museum. He hugged the cat in his arms and was obsessed with masturbating the cat. He left half of it on the sidelines, and in the end Song Yu, who was completely ignored by him, finished it.

I have to say that even though his heart was full of jealousy and he wanted to throw the cat into the lake to feed the fish, Mr. Song's artistic accomplishment was still stable, and he forcibly rescued the vase that Zhao Changle made with absent-mindedness. Hot eyes, but as soon as the flame of being neglected hit Zhao Changle's excited smile, it was completely extinguished with a puff, so he had to silently take a pen and paper and vent all his grief and anger on the pen.

cat or something

Gee.

When the sun was slanting towards the west, they took the finished vase with an indescribable shape and went to the dormitory area by car. Song Yu took a photo of the vase and said with a smile that he wanted to share his masterpiece, but Zhao Changle stopped him in a cold sweat.

This kind of vase, which even he thinks is so ugly, only Mr. Song can praise postmodernism and abstract beauty without changing his face. He doesn't want to ruin Mr. Song's reputation for most of his life because of himself.

The hot pot for dinner, drinking beer and hot pot with the air conditioner blowing on in summer has a different kind of refreshing feeling. He likes to eat hot pot in summer. The beer in hand is his favorite brand, and the beer in the bowl is all his. The dishes he likes are neither salty nor bland, which suits his taste well, and the dipping sauce is also the oil dish he eats most often.

Zhao Changle turned his head to look over, and Song Yu was lowering his head to bite a piece of winter melon, his lips were bright red against the green and white of the winter melon, his eyelashes trembled slightly when he lowered his eyes, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

"Mr. Song." Zhao Changle called him softly. He just wanted to call out, but the moment Song Yu turned his head to look over, he leaned over and kissed the alluring lips.

Score at the touch of a button.

"How?" Song Yu asked, his eyebrows and eyes were burning under the light, as if peaches and plums were blooming in March, full of trees.

"One more time." Zhao Changle licked the corners of his lips and kissed her again.

This time, it was an adult kiss.

It's full of hot pot flavor, unexpected and tacky so it's not romantic at all.

But Song Yu liked it very much.

"Stay here tonight?" Song Yu asked cautiously, feeling like he was still in a dream, "The guest room is very clean."

Zhao Changle shook his head, stretched out his hand to unbutton Song Yu's shirt, and bit hard on the collarbone that looked fair and clean.

"It's right here." He raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to be on fire, just like the boy who dropped out of school and went south with such a temper, he was so stubborn that he hit the south wall and refused to turn back.

Zhao Changle didn't know if he would regret it after tonight, but how could he be reconciled if he didn't try some things.

"..." Song Yu took a deep breath, and slowly rested his trembling hands on the thin and straight back of the young man in front of him. The body under his hands trembled slightly, and became a little stiff.

"It's okay" he murmured, kissing the fair skin reverently, "relax"

nothing

i will walk with you

love or hate

Birth, old age, sickness and death

——Oriental Siren [End]