Plaid shirt and star armor

Cen Jingming's intimacy is the soda in a glass bottle, which is beautiful and crystal clear. For the time being, it is sealed and held in his hand. After unscrewing the cap, it will cool down to the chin.But Fu Qianshu stopped now, and those emotions seemed to be poured into the sink, and the splash of water instantly wet the legs of his trousers.

"If you lose it, just throw it away." Cen Jingming executed his mistake with an indifferent tone like a piece of salt dissolved into a lake, and asked Fu Qianshu himself. In contrast, the words were hot, "Little tree, what happened?" Is something wrong?"

His shoes only had time to make a "click", and Fu Qianshu stepped back several steps one after another. The darkness behind the flower bed devoured him like a lion with its mouth open.

Cen Jingming said: "If you don't come out, I will go over."

His words were a bit tough, and the urgent concern was photographed, and Fu Qianshu was almost drowned.It's too late to learn the technique of escaping from the ground now - before Fu Qianshu could think of a second move, Cen Jingming rushed over preemptively, like a warm comet.He circled his arms, and Fu Qianshu stood in the halo again, the orange brightness spreading above his head was more like the fiery trees and silver flowers in his eyes after a star pierced through the atmosphere.

Fu Qianshu reacted quickly, and quickly covered his face with his arms.

"I can see it." Cen Jingming said without moving him.

He raised his eyes from the cuffs, and looked up and down at the person in front of him. Cen Jingming saw that his face was "decorated", and his shoulders were still slightly shrunk. Instead, he was blocked and smiled nasally.

"how did you make it."

"I fell, I fell," Fu Qianshu said, "I tripped accidentally."

"Still lying?"

Cen Jingming punctured the small light bulb on his forehead with a "poof".

Fu Qianshu drooped his eyes in embarrassment, and there happened to be a manhole cover at Cen Jingming's feet. The students of the art department had changed the manhole covers on campus, and this one had a lifelike red panda painted on it.As if he was determined to pluck a bunch of the little panda's hair with his eyes, he was staring at the pattern on the ground intently.

"I'm angry with Fu Qianshu."

Ah, Fu Qianshu shuddered, but his first reaction was to look at the curvature of Cen Jingming's mouth.Then he muttered: "Then you were laughing just now..."

"I'm mad at you." Cen Jingming became more confident.

It was because of him that he was so angry, and the corner of his mouth twitched helplessly. He could say with full confidence that Fu Qianshu's every move was controlled by his wrist.Cen Jingming's mood was a little abnormal, and he knew it himself.Usually it is a bird embroidered on the screen, with a dignified posture, good-looking, and soft, whoever stretches out his hand can touch it.Today, I want to break free with high anxiety.

He put his five fingers around Fu Qianshu downward, and this time Fu Qianshu obeyed obediently.

Cen Jingming pushed Fu Qianshu's forehead hair away, and when the light shined on it, he realized that the ginger-colored band-aid itself was not sticky enough, and the ends had curled up.

"It's so itchy—" Fu Qianshu complained in a low voice, and also wanted to touch the sticker that was about to come off soon.

Cen Jingming held him down: "Don't move."

"Oh," Fu Qianshu was nailed in place, and said foolishly, "Okay, okay."

Only then did Cen Jingming twirl his thumb and index finger, with movements as light as a feather, and carefully removed the Band-Aid stuck to the wound.This is a wound as long as one-third of a knuckle, not deep, and the blood has already frozen, but because of the length, the small piece of veil that is better than nothing cannot be completely covered by the Band-Aid, and the rust-red mark is on the sticky On the plastic surface, it is an eyesore.

Fu Qianshu wasn't very white, but those bruises were scary enough.The corners of his mouth are bruised, and the drooping eyes are the most likely to make the first impression, and the right eye socket is also full of unmelted heavy color.

He is the green grass on Liliyuan, the windward banner beside the plastic runway, and a small planet that revolves around the sun and is autobiographical at the same time.He is a collection of everything that reminds Cen Jingming of vigorous vitality.Cen Jingming had never seen him so embarrassed, so embarrassed that he confused himself.

Of course, if time goes back ten years, Fu Qianshu would fight with some boy in the mud with his bare hands, but he is still a young boy, if he can establish a deeper relationship with the 26-year-old Cen Jingming, he must have nothing to do with him. Tell him without reservation, and call on your trustworthy brother to seek justice.

Instead of tricking Cen Jingming away.

"Who did it?"

"——It's Qu Meng," Fu Qianshu confessed, "He got mad and threw away your box of paintings, so I beat him up to avenge you..."

"Revenge?" Cen Jingming raised his eyebrows and repeated.

His fingers were still on the place where Fu Qianshu's eyelids were turning blue, as long as he blinked, the subtle and trembling sensation could flow from the eyelashes to the internal organs.Fu Qianshu took a "hissy" breath, and Cen Jingming realized that his strength was getting heavier, but he didn't completely stop, but moved to the corner of his lips to soothe his wound.

"Okay, I used idioms indiscriminately again," Fu Qianshu was still thinking about the loss caused by his negligence, "and you haven't seen him before, so you can blame me if you want—oh, right, I was just thinking about whether to go or not. Look for the recycle bin in the pedestrian street, although the hope is not great, but after all..."

"Is that how you treasure those worthless things?"

"What are you talking about?" Fu Qianshu said, "All the things you put your heart into are priceless treasures."

Cen Jingming was still staring at him.

Fu Qianshu had no choice but to look at the time and said, "Either you go back first, or I'll go now..."

He couldn't finish the sentence, and he was remembering how to word the words later, his mind was flashing, and he forgot it in less than a second.On this evening of intoxicated spring breeze, the leaves are rustling under the blowing, and their glory is tied together like the long hair of a soft-looking boy.Densely dense leaves, round spots of light and shadow cast by lights.

Cen Jingming's breath was like gathered petals, wrapping Fu Qianshu up.

"Your hair has grown."

"Ah?" Fu Qianshu blinked, "But don't you think it looks better with a longer face, that profile picture—"

Fu Qianshu's eyes were wide open, and the wound on his lower eyelid was throbbing with pain as he opened it wide due to effort.He froze like a fool for about five seconds, never having eaten pork but only seen pigs running, and thought that he should close his eyes when kissing.Fu Qianshu closed his eyes suddenly, and the muscles on his cheeks moved accordingly.

Cen Jingming's fingertips were still lingering at the corner of his slightly swollen mouth, lighter than the floating air, so light that it seemed that Fu Qianshu didn't touch him, but Fu Qianshu used his feeling to fabricate the reality of being touched.

His lips were soft and warm, reminding Fu Qianshu of roasted sweet potatoes with a lingering flavor.Random metaphors, he criticizes himself.There is no difficulty in accepting it, let alone the nausea that surges in my heart when I claim to be offended by someone who has other plans on the Internet.His heart was beating fast, thinking of the scenes he had seen in the movie, the boys and girls under the hydrangea frame, he would also imagine himself in it at that time.

Reality is not inferior to images.

At first, Cen Jingming's kiss was a bit depressing, Fu Qianshu thought, he would still regret it and have a temper for his mistake.Can't say anything.Cen Jingming didn't give him a chance to speak.After realizing that Fu Qianshu didn't resist, he pried open the other's jaw, and the teeth of the two collided, melting their souls together like roasted maltose.

Fu Qianshu will not take anything and everything unconditionally. He is an independent and free person, and he will never become like that.Cen Jingming didn't allow him to become like that.

So he did something bad, like other men of his age, deprived his sweetheart of his sanity for a short period of time, and gained a little right to do whatever he wanted.

He admitted the crime, but did not repent.

"Little tree," Cen Jingming's warm and rapid breath poured over Fu Qianshu's face, like the white mist of a steam locomotive——

"Thank you for letting me regain the value of writing."

During the junior high school, his grades declined to a certain extent, and his mother was very worried.They are one of the few highly educated families in the compound, and even the scores on the children's test papers are linked to the confidence of the neighbors when they talk.One day, when Cen Jingming was copying a plaster statue, his mother knocked on the door carrying milk:

"what is this?"

"Agrippa." He answered fluently.Arranging lines, transitioning light and dark, refinement.

My mother never said too direct: "Did the teacher say that the homework needs to be signed by the parents?"

He put down the charcoal pencil and got up to look through his schoolbag.Arranging lines, transitioning light and dark, refinement.Mom's eyes are poisonous, like a burning whip.Later, he didn't talk about the topic of focusing on academics. The awards he won in various art competitions were posted on the entire wall.

Sitting in the living room of the publishing house waiting for the announcement that day, he thought of his childhood again, and felt that some things were destined, and he couldn't ask for them.Even for his parents, the standard of judging his brushes is catering to the interests of vanity, let alone an editor who meets by chance.

"I'm sorry, but with all due respect, the industry seems to have a lot of complaints about you. From the publisher's point of view—" He understood the meaning behind it all.

It wasn't bad luck that I happened to run into someone who had heard the gossip, but that I never got out of the predicament.Cen Jingming knew that even if the other party knew nothing about the frame-up back then, he would not be able to hide it from the sidelines, just for the release of a picture album.

Fortunately, there is Fu Qianshu.As long as Fu Qianshu is willing to look at him, even if it is just a glance, Cen Jingming will no longer be an island of ups and downs.

"The value is created by you," Fu Qianshu backed away a little in bewilderment, blushing fiercely, and said, "Thank you—for the sake of your sincere thanks, I can barely forgive you for not saying hello... At once--"

Um?Cen Jingming frowned, waiting for his next words.

Fu Qianshu was frustrated to find that he was too tricky.

As long as Cen Jingming laughed like this, he wouldn't be able to say anything serious to blame him.