Extraordinary relationship

That night, Jinshuan really made braised pig's trotters for Han Su. They bought raw pig's trotters in a nearby supermarket, and bought a lot of other ingredients to bring back to Jinshu'an's house to cook.

"I'm really sorry, my house is so close and I couldn't take you back." Han suddenly lowered his head to wash the vegetables by the sink, with a slightly regretful look on his face.

It's the first time he has someone he likes in such a big age, and he really wants to take it home, show it to his parents, and show it to his brother.But he also knows that the family members at most just don't make trouble with him now, but it doesn't mean they fully accept it.

"Don't think too much." Jin Shuan threw a small handful of garlic slices into the pot, bursting out the aroma, and then looked at Han Su who was next to him by picking up the vegetables, and said with a smile: "Aren't you coming to my house?" Even better, there are fewer people, no one sees what happens, and you're free."

A mercury star jumped onto Han Su's face, and the slight coolness made his heart tighten, he subconsciously raised his head, turned his head to look at Jin Shu'an, wiped his face with his wrist and said, "I realize that I really don't understand you. "

Jin Shuan smiled, looked at the frying pan without raising his eyes and said, "Isn't it really bad?"

"Well, it's pretty bad." Han Su's eyes froze, recalling the story Jin Shu'an told him that night, and blurted out: "You really look like your uncle, I remember you said he was pretty naughty when he was young. Bar?"

"My uncle?" Jin Shu'an's subordinates paused, looked at Han Su and said, "You mean Jin Shu is my uncle? You...know?"

Han Su was taken aback by him for a moment, and suddenly felt annoyed. He felt that he was too relaxed to speak properly. When he told a story in Shuan that night, he did not mention his relationship with the Jin family. It's really impossible to know about Uncle An in Jinshu without going to check it out.

"I have to apologize to you about this." He turned off the faucet, wiped his hands with a paper towel, organized his words with calm eyes, and said with a little embarrassment: "Actually, Director Sun mentioned to me about you and you before." About my father, I was rummaging through Weibo later, and I accidentally saw Jin Zhaoxiang's profile on the history blogger... Uncle."

"At that time, I was really not that good with you, so I didn't have the nerve to mention it. In fact, there was no need to mention it. I really don't care about other things when I make friends with you. What's your family like, who are you? It doesn't matter, besides, I didn't take what those gossips said seriously." He bit his lower lip, turned sideways and faced Jin Shu'an, "Don't think too much about it."

Jin Shu'an didn't speak for a while. The dish in his hand was stir-fried. The gas was very strong. The flames rushed up from both sides of the pot. The sound of oil sizzling in the pot was endless. He made the shovel move gracefully. And neatly, stir frying again and again, disturbing Han Su's mind.

About half a minute later, Jin Shuan picked up the pot, poured the yellow and green eggs and fried leeks into the porcelain plate, turned off the fire, brushed the pot and wiped his hands, then looked at Han Ju, patted his arm, and smiled gently Said: "Why are you so nervous? I will tell you everything about me sooner or later. If you know something in advance, you can just make mental preparations. What's wrong? And apologize, are you stupid?"

His words were too gentle, "I'll tell you sooner or later", he almost treated Han Su as a prospective daughter-in-law.Han Su was distracted by his sudden hint, his face was hot, but his eyes were sore for no reason.

Jin Shuan took the plate to the other side of the dining table, and said: "Shu was really stubborn when he was young, but later he encountered many helpless things, so he had no choice but to hide that part of his nature, and now I am afraid that there are only people he likes. I can see his playful side."

He set up the plate and came back, rubbing the back of his hand on Han Ju's cheek as he passed by, bending his eyes and saying, "You poor boy, why are your eyes still red?"

He took the cold dish ingredients that Han Su had washed, turned around and continued to work, "My business is more complicated, and it may exceed your imagination, so I don't know how to say it right now, I'm afraid you will be scared...even more afraid of you I can't accept it."

"What are you talking about!" Han Su wiped his nose with his hand, and leaned back on the stove, "Unless you are a big drug lord, otherwise I have nothing to be afraid of, and there is nothing I can't accept."

"Then if I'm not human, or not a living person in the general sense, would you still be as comfortable as you are now?" Jin Shu'an's tone was not half joking, but Han Su was amused.

"White Snake? Or Dracula?" Han Su leaned back on the stove, the emotion in his eyes disappeared, and said with a smile: "If you are like the one in "Twilight", please hurry up I'll take a bite too, in my dreams I want to MAX my strength and live forever!"

Jin Shuan didn't laugh or make a sound, silently sprinkled a handful of coriander in the mixed cold dish, and then patted the stove, "It's broken, you don't eat coriander!"

Jinshuan's craftsmanship is good, although it is still not comparable to the chefs outside, but it is definitely an A plus in ordinary household cooking.

Han Su spat out a pig's trotter bone into a small plate next to him, and couldn't help but ask him, "Uncle Jin, how did you know everything and everything so well?"

"Maybe it's because I've lived longer." Jin Shu'an poured wine into Han Su's glass, "I've lived for a long time, and there will always be times when I'm bored, and learning something can pass the time, and I'm smarter, so I learn a lot It's all pretty good."

"Tsk!" Han Su raised his glass and touched his cup, then shook his head helplessly, "I found you... I don't even know how to say it, you are so different from what I imagined."

"Don't like me like this?" Jin Shu'an was a little nervous, shaking the goblet with his fingers, and the bottom of the cup made a slight rattling sound on the table, which sounded very annoying.

"I like it!" Han Su said these two words to someone for the first time in his memory. As soon as the words came out, he felt heat rushing from his heart to his head, and his whole body seemed to swell up a circle. Is it red wine? I poured it down my throat with a gurgle, and then said it again with the strength of the drink: "I like it so much that if you don't contact me, I will be so angry that I won't be able to sleep at night." As if he was burning himself, he immediately looked away, raised his head and poured again.

The sudden confession made Jin Shuan unexpected. He shook the cup in his hand, stared at Han's red neck, and suddenly felt a strong sexual impulse, wanting to tear his clothes and hold him down. bit his head hard on the erect artery.

It was past eleven o'clock when Han Su returned home that night. In fact, the relationship had already developed to such an extent that it was completely unnecessary to leave, but neither of them had that intention.

The slight sadness brought about by a brief separation will always make the feelings stronger. In order to stay longer, Jin Shuan has been sending Han Su downstairs. When Han Su entered the building, he just caught up with the elevator, and he collapsed with one foot. , but turned around and ran away the next moment.

The boy in the elevator was startled, stretched his neck to look around, and saw that Han Su was running towards the other end of the stairs.

Han Su's house is not high, so it doesn't take long to walk up the stairs, but he is very lazy and rarely climbs stairs.But today he really wanted to be diligent, because there was a sensor light in the corridor, if the person downstairs hadn't left yet, he could see it by looking up.

Everyone has the thinnest and softest piece of flesh at the tip of their heart. It is usually well hidden, but once it touches it, it will be sore and painful and make people tremble all over. That piece of soft flesh is called humbleness, just like now, I don’t know you Can you see me, but I will do my best to let you see that the satisfaction and beauty brought about by the apex of the heart may be love.

Layer after layer of sensor lights come on and go off one after another. Every burst of on and off involves the hearts of the two people inside and outside the building. The heart is like a small flame on a candlestick, shaking and dancing.

Han suddenly opened the door lightly. The family members should be asleep, and the upstairs and downstairs are completely dark.He tiptoed into his room like a mouse, and in the dark atmosphere, he couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone, and said softly in WeChat: Uncle Jin, I'm here, send me a message when you get home.

He stood holding the phone for a while after sending, but he still hadn't come out of the secret excitement. He was waiting for Jin Shu'an's reply, but he never got it.

Han Su stood at the door and smiled a few times, feeling that he was really in love, so he took off his coat and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Downstairs, Jin Shu'an held the phone and played Han Su's voice over and over again. His voice was embellished by the night so that it was ambiguous and tense, and it made people's heart itch. In the end, the driver turned around and asked, "Sir, shall we go?" ?”

Jinshu An put down his mobile phone, took out the money from his wallet and handed it over: "Take a taxi and go first, I'll just go back by myself."

The driver hesitated, took the money and got out of the car.

That night, Shu'an sat downstairs at Han Su's house all night. He turned off the car lights, listened to the voice messages Han Su had sent him during these days, thought about Han Su's sleep, and Han Su's confession. The sweetness of that little bit of honey nourished his century-old loneliness, making him happy and afraid.

At 01:30 in the morning, he saw the lights on the second floor of Han Su’s house turned on, and the winding harmonica music drifted down from Han Dong’s window into the car. asleep.