How to solve the problem of tying cp with the hostile gang leader

Jiang Xingting opened his arms, tilted his head and smiled, "Do you want to give me a hug? You look depressed."

"No..." The voice of refusal was overshadowed by the noisy sea breeze, Jiang Xingting was selectively deaf, and took a step forward to hug Zhou Jinyan.

"Trust me, they will like you." Jiang Xingting brushed his fingers over his soft hair, and suddenly said something out of nowhere.

Zhou Jinyan didn't say a word on the surface, but he said in his heart, it's too much, you're all like me, if you still don't like me, you'll just wait to drink water, stuff your teeth, eat instant noodles without seasoning packets, and be blown into pieces by the air in the bag of potato chips flu.

This was his first real "hug" since he was an adult. His whole body was hugged into someone else's arms, and he could touch the body temperature of that person with a slight movement. It was like a rare treasure, being carefully treated.

He moved his nose: "...you wear perfume?"

"Yes." Jiang Xingting rolled up his sleeves, and leaned his wrist towards him to smell it, "Your cold and abstinent male god fragrance."

Not cold at all, not abstinent.

Zhou Jinyan buried his head in his chest.

very warm.

A path carved out of the cliff face leads to the beach below.Perhaps it was limited by the technology at that time, the road was repaired extremely sloppily and rough, the steps were crooked and potholed, covered with debris and sand that fell from the weathered stones, one can imagine how rough and muddy this place would be in a rainy day .

Zhou Jinyan walked in front, and Jiang Xingting supported Zhou Jinyan with one hand on the protruding rock beside him, "Be careful."

It took them nearly half an hour to reach the sandy bottom.The terrain of the beach is low and flat, and the gravel is wet and cold under the tide for many years. It is the favorite habitat of creatures such as hermit crabs and shrimp creepers.

Where they walked, they left only a shallow row of footprints.Jiang Xingting didn't mind being dirty, so he squatted down and wrote Zhou Jinyan's name on the sand with his fingers.

Zhou Jinyan sized it up for a while, and commented: "It's really ugly, like a primary school student practicing Chinese characters."

Jiang Xingting was used to his meanness. Not only was he not ashamed or annoyed, he even moved aside to make room for him: "Will you write my name?"

Zhou Jinyan looked at the sandy beach that was almost stinky by the seawater, then looked at his hands, and refused, "No."

"Come on." Jiang Xingting rubbed his hands with gravel-stained fingers and pulled him over forcefully, "Do you want to build a sandcastle?"

"..."

"Or take off your shoes and step on two footprints?"

"..."

"Then dig a hole to sunbathe?"

"..."

The more Jiang Xingting said, the more outrageous he became, Zhou Jinyan didn't bother to talk to him, and walked to the beach not far away, scooping up a cup of sea water to wash his hands.

Jiang Xingting followed over reluctantly, looked at the crowd swimming in the sea and said enviously: "It's a pity that I didn't bring a swimsuit."

Zhou Jinyan said indifferently: "Anyway, this is a celestial beach, and no one cares about you if you take off naked and swim around."

"That can't be done." Jiang Xingting deliberately touched the tip of Zhou Jinyan's nose with his dirty hand, "My body is innocent, and I only leave it for you to see."

Zhou Jinyan choked for breath and turned around abruptly.

"...It's so dirty!"

Jiang Xingting honestly went to wash his hands, Zhou Jinyan stood on a few scattered rocks by the sea, looking into the distance.

He could clearly see very distant places, but in this extremely wide field of vision, there was only the endless sea.Probably the horizon is the golden skirt of the angel, and the background color of the skirt is blue, so there is a blue sky.

The sea level is a broken mirror, reflecting the split blue sky and white clouds.

Closer to him are couples playing in the water, and farther away are long-legged girls in hot bikinis.Parents and toddlers picked up shells along the tide line, and the little brother on a skateboard jumped past them, chasing the sea breeze and the clouds in the sky.

What is the difference between games and reality?In the game, the sun rises and the moon sets, and the clouds roll and the clouds relax.Perhaps with the development of technology, one day the game world will become the Garden of Eden and Utopia that countless players yearn for as described in "Ready Player One".

Just like the sky and the sea look exactly the same, those so-called flowers in the mirror of the moon in the water will only be known to be illusory if you really get close to them and touch them.

What is real and what is unreal?For him, "Yin" is real, and "Qing" is illusory, a character he fabricated out of thin air, a composite of all the qualities and characteristics he yearned for but could not have, the person he wanted to be, but not him.

But the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror will eventually shatter into nothingness.

Zhou Jinyan turned on the phone and typed: I'm sorry, I kept it from everyone for so long, but I was just hiding it.

He turned off the phone, and the sea breeze lifted his hair, which was infinitely tender and tender.

Jiang Xingting also saw this message, and he wanted to reply very much, but because Zhou Jinyan was next to him, he had to turn around and type: Reminder, the current domestic time is seven o'clock in the morning.

The world is all white: On the big weekend, do you think they will wake up now?

hidden:……

Excuse me, farewell.

No Milk: That means you haven’t considered our social animals.

The end and the end: +10086.

Xi Yunchuchu: What wakes me up every morning is not dreams, but poverty.

No milk: Heh, if it is not because of poverty, who would want to leave the warm bed to go to work?

hidden:……

The topic doesn't seem right.

Is no one paying attention to him? ?He is hidden! !The one who was ranked No. [-] in the overall list of cultivation bases, was popular eight days a week and caused innocent passers-by to die tragically, and had a bad relationship with the sword. !

Tang Du is so handsome: Ah, Xiao Yinyin, why did you change the notes so quickly.

Tang Du is so handsome: No matter who you are, as long as you bring me to copy, we are half brothers.

... He lost.

No Milk: Well, well, I know you're hiding it, so that's why you keep posting...?Where did my sweetheart, little cutie Qingqing go?Please return him, thank you.

Zhou Jin said that the wind was in a mess, and he thought to himself that he was indeed the largest gang in Tiandi Huazhou who held swords and drunk songs.

Jiang Xingting was laughing like crazy, quickly typed the last sentence and sent it out, then turned around affectionately and hooked Zhou Jinyan's shoulder: "I have a bold idea."

Zhou Jinyan was busy reading the group news about holding the sword, ignored him, and let out a perfunctory nasal voice.

"Are you agreeing?" Jiang Xingting hooked him happily and walked back, "Come on, let's go shopping! I'm in a good mood today, and I'm going to cook myself!"

"...What? Hey, hey! Wait... Where is this going? Hey!"

[The author has something to say: the same sentence, the shortness today is for the thick and long in the future. ps. Two chapters countdown to the confession.Believe me, the back is sweet. 】