Qin trace and sword shadow [online game]

Fu Lin's hands are relatively soft, and there were calluses and scars on his hands. In recent years, whether he played ball or fought less, it gradually became less obvious.

Wen Jingyao's hands are relatively hard, with slender and strong fingers and well-defined joints, just like the hands of a pianist.Thinking back to what this hand did to him this morning, Fu Lin's face became hot.

They are just like children of a few years old, dangling slightly under the table with their fingers hooked.

Ye Xuanqiong drank a few sips of wine and continued to talk loudly: "It was only later that we found out that the natives meant to welcome us, not to cook us up... That night I tasted the shocking yellow ant sauce, don't Said, in fact, the taste is better than I imagined, there is an indescribable sour feeling..."

Fu Lin indulged in the childish activities of playing with fingers, and his heart was filled with fresh sweetness.He let go of his little finger, and changed his index finger to gently draw circles in the opponent's palm.

Wen Jingyao felt itchy and tried to grab his hand.Fu Lin dodged, and soon took the initiative to stick to him, and dodged again the moment the other party grabbed him.

Finally, he wrote a word with many strokes in Wen Jingyao's palm.

"Guess what?" He leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Frost."

"Correct."

Fu Lin smiled, spread out his palm, and asked Wen Jingyao to write on it too.

His fingernails scratched his sensitive skin lightly, outlining a word he was very familiar with.

"Ling?"

"Ah."

Ye Xuanqiong on the opposite side took a few minutes to describe the unique taste of ant sauce. The people at the next table felt their appetites were defeated, and they glanced at this side several times in disgust.

"Speaking of ant sauce, by the way, I haven't asked... Xiaolin, have you eaten the bottle of sauce I sent you?"

Fu Lin's attention was all on his hands under the table, and he turned a deaf ear to Ye Xuanqiong's question.

"Little Lin?"

"what……"

Only then did he realize that someone was calling his name, Fu Lin suddenly raised his head, and saw Ye Xuanqiong who was staring at him suspiciously, and...

He looked at his father with an expression of "my son is hopeless" - it was obvious that he had discovered what the two of them were doing secretly.

……broken.

Fu Lin immediately withdrew his hand and placed it in front of him neatly.

"Oh my god!" Father Lin patted his forehead in despair, "Young people nowadays are going too far! Do you have any sense of shame?"

Fu Lin said awkwardly: "Dad..."

"No, the middle-aged self-esteem of a single older man doesn't allow me to sit at the same table with you again. I'm going to find the boss to talk about the past. You can do whatever you want, whatever you want!" Father Lin interrupted his son, got up quickly and left .

Ye Xuanqiong looked at Father Lin's back in a daze, then turned his head and asked them, "Uh, uncle, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Fu Lin answered while holding his forehead.

Although their father left, they did not go on presumptuously.Fu Lin felt that all the customers around them might have heard his father's subtext, and only Ye Xuanqiong didn't seem to think in the wrong direction.

"Didn't you tell me to go back and open an account? I've already figured out what my name will be."

"Ye Xuanfan?"

"No, no, you'll know when you see it." Ye Xuanqiong's expression was a little smug, "It will definitely surprise you, so stay tuned."

"Okay." Wen Jingyao was beside him, and it was hard for Fu Lin to appear too excited.

"Remember to take me to level up and buy me equipment. You tried my best to persuade me to come back. Of course, I will depend on you to support me in the future."

"Ha ha……"

"By the way, where's your boyfriend? Does he want to open an account together? It's so lively."

"He..." Fu Lin didn't know whether to mention it. Seeing that Wen Jingyao didn't intend to stop him, he said, "Brother Xuan, I should have told you before that we didn't serve him."

"I know, but it's okay, come to Ukishi to open a new account, and let Lei Ze escort you, I guess he will be very happy." Ye Xuanqiong suddenly thought of something, "By the way, I heard that he Are you a child with your boyfriend? Since we have such a wonderful fate, we should play together even more."

Ever since Ye Xuanqiong returned to China, Fu Lin introduced him to Wu Zhuofan, a brain-dead fan. He heard that they chatted online from time to time, and Fu Lin didn't know what the two had exchanged in private.

However, Ye Xuanqiong's proposal happened to be a problem that Fu Lin had started to struggle with in recent days.He really couldn't let go of Ukiyo, but he couldn't let go of that side either.Floating World has brotherhood, Longhu has lovers, no matter which side is important.If he has to run at both ends, he will only feel tired unless he has enough free time every day.

Fu Lin couldn't help changing the focus: "Brother Xuan, what have you been doing lately? Why do I feel that not only have you not turned white, but you seem to have turned dark again..."

"Ah, really?" Ye Xuanqiong looked down at the skin of his arm with a mournful face.

"It's over, it's over, you are the second person to say that, it seems that I am really dark again... I just came back yesterday after spending a week in the sun in N City, only seven days!! Why is the sun so vicious! !"

"Isn't it the same when you went swimming before? People swim for a summer before it turns black, and you get dark one layer a week, with clear boundaries and progressive layers..." Fu Lin couldn't help but take the opportunity to complain, "Although it's darker It will be more masculine, but to a certain extent, only African temperament remains."

"Hey, is there someone who complains about your brother like that?" Ye Xuanqiong rolled his eyes at him, then said enviously with the rim of his cup in his mouth, "You think everyone is you, and you can't get tanned no matter what, In summer, you ran wildly outside, and for a while, you went swimming with me every day... It turns out that your arms and legs are always the same color as a white radish."

After speaking, he glanced at Wen Jingyao again, feeling that the sky was unfair.

"Why is your boyfriend so white...do you have a secret recipe?"

Wen Jingyao shook his head and said nothing, Fu Lin said happily again: "It doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, the one that can catch mice is a good cat. Brother Xuan, you have inner beauty, so you won't have to worry about not being able to find a partner in the future."

"Are you calling me ugly in disguise?"

"nono..."

Once Fu Lin and Ye Xuanqiong got on the line, there was no room for others to intervene, and the aura between them would not give others the desire to intervene.

After all, it is several years behind.

Hearing Fu Lin complain about Ye Xuanqiong, Wen Jingyao was actually secretly envious, because Fu Lin had never given him this kind of treatment—it seemed to be a complaint at first, but it was actually a way of expressing his feelings.

After dinner, Fu Lin went to ask his father to go home, but his father said that he decided to stay with a friend tonight and not go home.He looked at Fu Lin and Wen Jingyao with a cigarette in his mouth, and said with emotion: "The water thrown by the married son."

Fu Lin was shocked by these words.

The friend next to me (the owner of the restaurant) is also a weirdo. I don't know how the brain circuit is long, and said with a smile: "Don't be too sad, your 'son-in-law' is very handsome, and he made money."

Fu Lin was shocked again.

Although Father Lin said very openly that he gave up the house to them at night, they didn't plan to do anything.

Fu Lin noticed that Wen Jingyao was a little depressed, thinking that meeting Ye Xuanqiong made him feel bad again.After searching in the room for a long time, he finally found the old item and stuffed it into Wen Jingyao's hand.

"Take a look if you're interested."

Wen Jingyao opened it, and it turned out to be a personal photo album.

A very small photo album, with less than ten photos from beginning to end.

"Some of the photos are quite silly. I didn't like taking pictures when I was young, and my dad was often away, you know..." Fu Lin explained, "But basically, from childhood to before college, every important stage is good or bad. Leave a record."

Inside is a commemorative photo of Fu Lin's first birthday, soft and round like a bun.Riding on a wooden horse at the age of four or five, he smiled silly but was also cute.I went to elementary school at the age of seven or eight, carrying a small schoolbag, already looking very smart, and then when I was a teenager...

Wen Jingyao turned a few pages and saw a photo, his heart skipped a beat.

The boy in a white shirt was leaning against a wall of graffiti, his posture was lazy and casual, his eyebrows were lowered, and his eyes fell on a white pigeon on the ground in front of him.The boy looked at the pigeon, and the pigeon looked up, as if it was also looking at him.

"Ah, Qu Yan took this photo with a Polaroid..." Fu Lin was a little embarrassed, "He said he thought it was very artistic, so he took it, and I didn't know until later."

"How old were you?"

"Sixteen...well."

That's when it's time to hang out.

Wen Jingyao stared at the photo seriously, unable to look away for a long time.

A teenage young man in white clothes and white trousers, with slender limbs, his front hair lying softly on his forehead, his facial features still have an indistinguishable delicacy and childishness suitable for this age, but his overall temperament is cold and sharp, It is in stark contrast to the decadent graffiti walls and dilapidated buildings.Even if you walk in a dirty and chaotic environment all day, it is still clean and refined, and it is out of place with the surroundings.

This is the former Fu Lin.

"Don't look at it." Fu Lin covered the photo with his hand, "It's really embarrassing, can you turn to the next page?"

But when I turned it over, there was nothing on the next page.

"..."

Fu Lin thought for a while and said, "Let's post our group photo some other day."

"Okay." Wen Jingyao nodded.

Fu Lin turned around and put the photo album into his bag, ready to take it away tomorrow.

"By the way... do you mind meeting Brother Xuan?"

"Ok?"

Fu Lin returned to Wen Jingyao, touched his face, and asked gently, "Are you unhappy today?"

"No."

"Really do not have?"

"No." Wen Jingyao also touched him politely, "I'm just a little envious."

"Envy what?"

"You complain about Ye Xuanqiong."

"what……?"

"You'll talk about him, you'll make fun of his flaws, you'll point out what he's doing wrong."

"Uh, so?"

"envious."

"..."

Fu Lin tried hard to digest the logic of these few words, and said in disbelief: "So you just want to be complained by me??"

Wen Jingyao also thought about it, and replied, "Probably so."

"Who did you learn your M psychology from, the fifth..." Fu Lin couldn't laugh or cry.

"Tucao is a very good thing. It can not only urge the other party to improve themselves, but also properly deepen the relationship between each other."

Fu Lin has decided not to delve into the other party's brain circuits. He roughly guesses that Wen Jingyao may have seen himself and Ye Xuanqiong bickering, so he became envious. After all, they have never had any conflicts since they lived together. Very happy with each other.He scratched his hair and felt very troubled: "But...you really have nothing worth complaining about."

"... Oh." The voice was a little low.

In order not to disappoint his lover (on such a strange issue), Fu Lin used his boyfriend power to dig out the shortcomings of the other party from the depths of his brain. After eliminating a few shortcomings that he regarded as advantages, he finally came up with a few can say.

"Well, you eat too much sugar, you have to restrain yourself even if you like sweet things, you know?"

"……Oh."

"There is also the matter of picky eating. It was obviously not too picky before, but now it has become more serious. You can't just see the fish in your eyes."

"……Oh."

"You broke the handle of the soup pot in the kitchen three times."

"……Feel sorry."

"It burned a lot of dishes."

"……Feel sorry."

"And..." Fu Lin's face became hot, and he said in a very soft voice, "Too much."

Wen Jingyao also understood, and replied with difficulty: "...Sorry."

The two sat facing each other, silent for a while.

After a while, Fu Lin lowered his head, blushed and said, "However, there is no need to change this."

"……Oh."