I still love you like yesterday

It's not advisable to exercise vigorously after eating, Shen Mingbo said so to Fang Yue, but turned his head and led the people to take a walk, because he didn't know where to go to play.

There are many places of interest in this city, but they are all tombs, mountains or city walls, majestic and magnificent, and they are not suitable for cultivating feelings.

It's a pity that if the time is longer, the small bridge and flowing water in the next city, Shili Ancient Street should be better.

Fang Yue obediently followed him for a walk, but he didn't have the nerve to speak when he saw him meditating.So the two of them had their own thoughts, and walked further and further away from the community, bypassing the crowded streets, passing through the quiet campus, and there were fewer and fewer people.

With the coldness of late winter and the first thaw after the snow, the breath that is exhaled is white mist.

Fang, who was jumping in his thinking, felt more and more like the state of the cultivation system spewing out smoke, and he was very happy to play.

When Shen Mingbo came back to his senses, Fang Yue had jumped three or four meters in front of him.

"Yue Yue, watch the road carefully." He yelled, not knowing what fun such a game is, it's colder in the north, and Fang Yue often ran out without seeing Fang Yue.

"Gu Xiuluo has been in seclusion for a thousand years, and only after he left the seclusion did he realize that the dynasties in the world have changed, several generations have changed. The place where he practiced was covered with heavy snow, but he looked just like he did when he was in seclusion..." Fang Yue ran away with a flushed face Back in front of Shen Mingbo, he put on an expression as if he could see through the changes in the world, lowered his voice, and tried his best to act out the state of a ruthless ascetic who has gone through vicissitudes of life, but those round, shiny eyes acted out whatever they saw.

"You wrote it?" With a twitch in his heart, the movement was faster than his brain ordered, and Shen Mingbo's hand had already stroked his rosy cheek.

"Hmm!" Fang Yue was very close to him, just like when they were together, and said excitedly, "Does it look like this?"

"..." Where does it look like?Looking around, this is clearly the architectural and cultural landscape left over from the era of reform and opening up. The sentry tower stands tall, and there are two or three dilapidated red brick bungalows scattered. I don’t know if it is coal marks or tire marks. The concrete floor is black. The sound of vehicle motors and the bursts of train wheels, Shen Mingbo black line, "The dynasty seems not right..."

"Ah, once I got out of customs, I found that in modern times, a nuclear bomb can equal his thousand-year cultivation, isn't it wonderful?" The more he talked, the more excited he became, Fang Yue covered his hands to prevent him from pinching his cheeks.

"No nuclear bombs, right? Missiles are enough?" His chest was full of tenderness. Shen Mingbo held Fang Yue's hand with his backhand. Everything was natural, and he didn't think about whether it was appropriate or not. Should they be so close? .

"That's too weak, it's going to be overwhelming!" Fang Yue murmured dissatisfied with the fact that the protagonist's force value had been reduced so much, and let Shen Mingbo hold his hand without feeling anything wrong.

"Torpedoes can explode underwater." They entered the bridge tower, and the dark high-rise building circled step by step. When they went up to the Tianzhu Bridge, Shen Mingbo held Fang Yue's hand tightly, crossed his fingers, and pointed to the stairs. , "The thirteenth floor, are you climbing?"

"Okay!" The tower that can't be seen at a glance is a necessary prop to create a horror plot in the novel. Fang Yue is full of energy, isn't it just a dozen floors, and he will definitely go up!

During these precious hours, the two of them began to climb the stairs.

The tenth floor is really not high, and Fang Yue yelled that he had to run up in one breath in order to feel the speed of life and death. When he reached the sixth floor, he was almost paralyzed, his legs were so weak that he kept trembling, and the muscles on his calf were trembling.

Shen Mingbo put his arms around his waist, half supported him, and led him up the stairs steadily so that he could catch his breath.

"How do you feel about the speed of life and death?" He joked with a smile, and Shen Mingbo's breath was also very heavy.

"I...I... want to set the protagonist as Superman!" He was panting like this, and he was still unwilling to admit that he was such a weak chicken.

"Superman can fly." Unceremoniously exposing this unrealistic setting, Shen Mingbo brought his Yue Yue to his side so that he could rest on his own.

"Shall we continue?" After standing still for a while, Fang Yue felt better, and Fang Yue became more motivated.

"Okay." Retracting his lost arms, he didn't have time to notice the trace of loneliness, his Yue Yue was already two steps ahead of him, so he had to chase him up, "Yue Yue, slow down."

"Mingbo, whoever gets to the bridge first in our competition!" Climbing jubilantly, Fang Yue looked back at his Mingbo, whoever gets to the bridge first will speak first, okay?Fang Yue, who played tricks, ran up with all his strength.

When he finally reached the bridge, Fang Yue felt that his breathing was stagnant, and his chest was tightened, as if he was tied to an overweight sandbag.

Panting heavily, Shen Mingbo held him in his arms, and the two supported each other leaning against the railing, speechless.

"Mingbo..." After a while, Fang Yue opened his mouth, his chest still throbbing violently with his breathing, "Is there anyone in your family?"

"Which home are you talking about?" He has two homes, one in the north, abandoned, and the other here, where the rented hut is his shelter from the wind and rain.

"How many homes do you have?" Fang Yue was a little confused.

"Yue Yue, what about you?" Is the one in your family waiting for you?

"..." After strenuous exercise, the brain is really not suitable for thinking. Fang Yue feels that he and his Mingbo are not in the same world, but he still hasn't figured out how to ask.

"The time is almost up, the car is under the bridge." What a pity, Shen Mingbo's heart was sore as if he had drunk a big bowl of vinegar, his mood was getting worse...

"Shall we go over there?" Turning his head and looking ahead, it seems that it is not far away. The river is as wide as a bright silver horse, from the west to the east to the sea.

"...Okay." Let his Yueyue stay with him for a while, Shen Mingbo looked at the river, and selfishly kept the old saying "Wangshan runs away to death" in his heart.

Walking slowly with support, strolling on the bridge, what you feel is the nature of the world.

The river wind blew on his face with moisture, it was icy cold, tiny drops of water condensed on his forehead hair, a touch of water.

"The humidity here is really heavy!" Fang Yue's face was never covered like this, his eyes were moist, as if he was crying.

"Let's take a car?" His Yueyue's physical strength is probably close to the limit, and the fingers holding him are limp without any strength.

"Yeah." Ming Bo couldn't help but approached him again, why was the time so short?

Even if he decided to take the car immediately, Fang Yue's flight was still tight, so he had to check in and board the plane when he arrived at the airport.

"Mingbo!" He couldn't help calling through the glass window, his Mingbo couldn't enter the airport.

Shen Mingbo waved at him, smiling all the time, he could see clearly that his voice was calling him more and more.

Airports, stations, such farewell scenes happen hundreds of times every day, the rushing crowd doesn’t care, Fang Yue’s cry can’t reach the outside, and the plane broadcasts a reminder one after another, drowning out his voice.

No, no, he wasn't reconciled, he couldn't sit still at worst, and the annoyance hit his brain, making him anxiously looking for a way out.

The airport hall is so big, he ran all the way from east to west but couldn't find it. He was so anxious that he wanted to smash the wall.

After asking two people, I finally found the sign for going out. I just want to scold the designer of the airport for being sick. He actually set the passage underground. He has to call his Mingbo, wait for him, just wait, he I have nothing to say, so I can't leave!

In a critical moment, the brain that runs at high speed usually bursts out its potential that it cannot normally do. Fang Yue dialed the number while running, listened to the communication tone on the mobile phone, and prayed anxiously for his Mingbo to answer the call quickly!Hurry up!don't go!

Facts have proved that this move is completely correct. Shen Mingbo's car had just driven out of the parking lot when his cell phone rang, which surprised him. After connecting, his voice became hoarse and almost howling, "Mingbo, don't go, wait me!"

The sudden braking caused the car behind him to almost have an accident. Shen Mingbo didn't hear the innocent driver's yelling, so Shen Mingbo turned the car sharply, looking for a place to park. He was looking for him more and more.

One rushed out, and the other found a barely ok parking place and got off immediately. There are so many passages at the airport, they missed several of them, and finally met at the intersection where they saw off.

He got more and more, and rushed over panting, rushed into his arms, hugged him tightly, breathing too heavily, his more and more could not speak.

"Wait... wait..." I tried to force myself to finish the sentence, my head was full of these words, but I didn't know how to answer it.

His chin was rubbing against the soft top of his head, his fingers were raking through his hair, he was not in a hurry, he would always be here.

"Mingbo, I..." Fang Yue finally breathed out, "You... If you don't have a companion, I... I'll chase you back, okay?"

Lower your head, look at his dick, his dick looks at him eagerly, your tense chest rises and falls so fast, he has been waiting for you, my dick...

Holding Fang Yue into his arms again, Shen Mingbo's eyes were so hot, he waited until his Fang Yue came back.

"Let's go home." Shen Mingbo took Fang Yue's luggage over, and led his Yueyue upright, eager to take his Yueyue back to his den.

The vehicle had already been pasted with an illegal parking sign, Shen Mingbo didn't even look at it, he took it off, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Fang Yue was satisfied that it was all his knowledge, and he threw away the ticket money, so he naturally didn't care about it.Followed step by step, and justifiably sat on the passenger seat.

When they returned to the neighborhood where they ate, Fang Yue couldn't help laughing: "Ming Bo, so you live here!"

Shen Mingbo didn't speak, he rubbed his head, naturally he lived here, his rental was a separate apartment, much smaller than the two's home in the north.

"Yueyue, even if it's too noisy, I have nowhere to go!" Standing at the entrance, Shen Mingbo embraced Fang Yue, and he would never forget his Yueyue's demeanor that even turning over was annoying him.

would not!Fang Yue opened his eyes wide and looked at him unconvinced, his Ming Bo, how could he dislike him!

Slightly standing on tiptoe, his Ming Bo is a little taller than him, it is a bit troublesome to kiss.

The moment the lips were pressed against each other, he was a little surprised, and then his chest surged. He stabilized the back of his lover's head, and kept deepening the kiss until his hands and feet limply collapsed in his arms, panting heavily.

The long-lost close contact...his Yueyue...no time to think, no time to think, hugging the sweet lover horizontally, they have been separated for so long, why should they let go of the beauty of the reunion!

As soon as the breath settled, the light at the head of the bed was soft but not dazzling, the curtains were half covered, and the snow outside had melted into a pattern of dots, exposing patches of strangely shaped black soil.

Shen Mingbo leaned on his arm, wrapped his arms around his lover, and looked at the ceiling warmly and contentedly.

After all the twists and turns, and finally returning to the original point, I couldn't believe my luck was so good.

"Mingbo, what are you thinking?" The tired Fang Yue slightly opened his already blurred eyes, and murmured the most ambiguous love words.

"I'm thinking of you!" Turning over and hugging his lover tightly, Shen Mingbo didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Is it my fault?" This was what he was most worried about. He took away his wisdom, and it was too easy to get it back, which made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

"Nothing." He was just sad, so sad that he dared not stay on the land that carried too many memories.

"I will chase Mingbo back, and I won't let Mingbo run away." After more than half a year of brainwashing, Fang Yue inexplicably insisted on pursuing his Mingbo again, which made Shen Mingbo laugh. What happened to his Yueyue?

Fang Yue's eyes were already closed, the ups and downs of his emotions, the up and down climbing and running exhausted his stamina for not exercising long ago, coupled with the thunder and earth fire, even Shen Mingbo didn't want to move Yes, his ability to speak is all supported by his will.

"Go to sleep, I'm getting better." Shen Mingbo gently pressed a kiss on his closed eyes, and fell asleep with his lover in his arms.