pretend crush

When Meng Ziqin was just in the first year of high school, Zhou Qiu was in the third year of high school.

On New Year's Eve that year, there was no one in Zhou Qiu's house, nor in Mencius Qin's house.

It was freezing cold at night, and Meng Ziqin went to look for Zhou Qiu with the dumplings he had cooked. When he knocked on the door, Zhou Qiu was panting heavily, holding a basketball in his arms.

The heating in the room was turned on very thinly. Meng Ziqin walked in and looked at the time on the wall clock in the living room, and asked him in disbelief, "It's midnight, are you playing basketball?"

Zhou Qiu nodded, and asked him to find a place to put the dumplings, and then he went to change his clothes first.

Meng Ziqin looked at Zhou Qiu's back as he turned and entered the room, and felt that he was not in a good mood, so he followed after putting down the plate.

After several knocks on the door, there was no answer, and Meng Ziqin was about to leave when there was a "peng" sound in the room, as if something had been smashed.

Mencius frowned and opened the door, saw Zhou Qiu's back holding the phone, and heard him curse: "Don't fucking come back, I'll hit you every time I see you!"

What was broken was a ceramic vase in the room, and there were a few dried lilies in it, and the yellow petals were scattered on the carpet.

Zhou Qiu threw the phone away, turned around and saw Meng Ziqin standing by the door, his fierce eyes turned off.

"How did you get in?"

Meng Ziqin closed the door behind his back, walked in and squatted on the ground to touch the petals of the lily.

"Why are you so angry?"

"Don't touch it, broken ones will hurt your hands." Zhou Qiu took his hand and pulled him up.

Meng Ziqin didn't ask who was calling or what was going on, but just said, "Want to eat dumplings?"

Zhou Qiu suddenly smiled and asked him, "Can you eat what you cooked?"

"I like to eat or not." Meng Ziqin was about to leave again, but Zhou Qiu grabbed his wrist.

"Brother finally cooked it once..."

Mencius shook off Zhou Qiu's hand, "Who is your younger brother?"

Zhou Qiu grabbed his clothes to get rid of his clothes, and the muscles formed by long-term exercise were covered with thin sweat, which looked particularly beautiful.

"Wait for me to take a shower."

Zhou Qiu held the clothes in one hand and pushed Meng Ziqin forward with the other. He was about to turn into the bathroom when Meng Ziqin called out, "Hey, how did you train your muscles?"

"Is my name Eh?" Zhou Qiu stood by the door and threw his clothes into the bathroom, "Talk to your brother well."

They are all boys, so there is nothing to be ashamed of. In school, Meng Ziqin often sees the muscles of other male students because of playing basketball, but in front of Zhou Qiu, Meng Ziqin just feels a little awkward.

"Oh, brother."

"You want to recruit a little girl before you grow up?" Zhou Qiu stroked his hair and said fiercely, "Go to school for me, did you hear that, last time you..."

Meng Ziqin jumped up and covered his mouth, warning, "Don't mention that shit to me."

Zhou Qiuxiao's eyes were bent, and he nodded his head a few times. Meng Ziqin's hand pressed his mouth and pushed him away. Zhou Qiu's lips pressed against his palm, and he seemed to leave a kiss when he left.

"Want to touch it?" Zhou Qiu asked him, "My brother's privilege."

Meng Ziqin blushed, said "I don't want it", and ran away quickly.

"I haven't touched it before, you're so greedy," Zhou Qiu teased him, "How long has it been?"

Meng Ziqin's fingertips trembled, touching the hard and warm skin.

Zhou Qiu didn't hold his hand again, but Meng Ziqin was still in a daze. After a while, he took his hand out of his sweater, said calmly, "It's so nice to touch", and got flustered when he got off his lap.

"Let's go to eat." Zhou Qiu patted him on the shoulder, and stepped out of the dressing room first.

The restaurant is about 10 minutes away by car. Meng Ziqin followed Zhou Qiu's car and sat in the back seat with him.

Just as she was about to drive, someone knocked on the car door. The female model was standing with a girl who was probably her assistant. Chao Xiaozhou asked for a headphone cable.

After the female assistant finished speaking, Meng Ziqin just put on his earphones. Before the sound of music came out, he heard Zhou Chou answering her in French.

At the end, both the female assistant and the female model took a look at Meng Ziqin, Zhou Qiu adjusted Meng Ziqin's scarf, and the two quickly walked away.

"What are you talking about?" Mencius asked.

"It's nothing, they came over to say hello and said they were leaving." Zhou Qiu replied lightly.

Say hello and say such a long list?

Meng Ziqin: Handbook, tell me what they just said.

Handbook: The girl said that they wanted to come and take the bus, and the female model had to go home first, and she wanted Zhou Qiu to help her for a ride.

Meng Ziqin didn't think there was anything wrong or wrong.

Mencius: Zhou Qiu refused?

Handbook giggled: Of course, you are the only one in Brother Qiu's eyes.

Meng Ziqin: What nonsense are you talking about?

Handbook: What Zhou Qiu said, he said he is not interested in female models, only you.

Mencius: Are you kidding me?

Manual: ... I know you don't believe me.

Mencius: Cut.

After arriving at the restaurant, Zhou Qiu took Meng Ziqin to a table alone, and there was no one else except them and the two assistants.

After Meng Ziqin sat down and looked around, the female model was indeed gone.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Qiu asked him.

Meng Ziqin didn't answer his question, but said, "When did you learn French?"

Zhou Qiu: "I often film in France, and I learned it later. Are you interested?"

Meng Ziqin: "It's not that you don't know me, it's strange if you know me well."

Zhou Qiu smiled and said, "Of course I know."

It was almost evening after lunch, Zhou Qiu was so tired that his eye circles were red in the car back to the hotel, and told Meng Ziqin that he wanted to sleep for a while.

Meng Ziqin leaned back on the seat and handed him his shoulder.

They used to do this all the time, but it was usually Meng Ziqin who was tired. Every time he patted Zhou Qiu on the shoulder, Zhou Qiu knew he was sleepy, and asked him where he danced today, but he couldn't get it. After answering, Meng Ziqin fell asleep on his shoulder.

Thinking of Zhou Qiu shaking himself every time he got out of the car, Meng Ziqin couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? Don't shake your shoulders." Zhou Qiu closed his eyes as soon as he said that.

After returning to the hotel, both Meng Ziqin and Zhou Qiu took a nap, and it was completely dark when Meng Ziqin woke up.

Handbook: Hello, is Qinqin awake?

Mencius stretched, and suddenly thought of a question: Do you need to sleep?

Handbook: If you fall asleep, I will too.

Meng Ziqin: Are you a boy or a girl?

Handbook: ... this question will not.

Meng Ziqin saw Zhou Qiu sitting in a recliner on the balcony in addition to the room.

"Isn't it cold to sit here?" Meng Ziqin pushed open the glass door, and when Zhou Qiu turned around, he saw a cigarette in his mouth.

"You smoke?"

"It's cold, let's go in." Zhou Qiu pressed most of the remaining cigarettes into the ashtray, stood up and walked in with Meng Ziqin's shoulders.

"Then I don't want half a stick. Your cigarettes are so expensive, but I can't bear to smoke them." Mencius muttered, the cigarettes were a foreign brand, and he had only seen them once or twice at his father's.

Zhou Qiu paused, turned the other person to face him: "Do you smoke?"

"I can't smoke if you smoke? Your logic is so overbearing, brother." Meng Ziqin pushed his hand away, opened the glass door and walked into the room.

Zhou Qiu closed the door behind him, and his voice was a little bit like laughing: "Then I won't smoke, quit with me."

"I didn't smoke much at all."

"Learned about filming?" Zhou Qiu asked him, still holding the ashtray he brought back from the balcony, "I remember you had a school play at the time, did the character want it?"

"You know?" Meng Ziqin was quite surprised, "I thought you movie star-level people were not interested in this kind of drama."

That was Meng Ziqin's first TV series, and the director just fell in love with his face, that's all.

No-brainer campus dramas sell the image of the protagonist, a little smoke, and a sense of rebellion comes, no need for acting skills at all.

When filming that drama, Meng Ziqin was also very annoying. How could he be a professional actor who came out of college seriously, how could he be reduced to such a state?

The props gave me a little smoke, and all my emotions seemed to have an outlet.

"Will you care about my brother?" Zhou Qiu put the ashtray on the coffee table, thought for a while, and dumped the two or three cigarette butts in the ashtray into the trash can, "No, follow me to quit smoking, I I want to quit."

"Hungry." Meng Ziqin sat down on the sofa, "Where should I eat?"

"I can't get you hungry. Shanshan and the others have already ordered a meal, and they are waiting for you to get up." Zhou Qiu said, took out his mobile phone and typed a few words, and after turning off the mobile phone, he asked him, "Do you want to go to the bar?"

"When you asked me this question, it was very similar to fishing law enforcement," Meng Ziqin said bluntly and honestly, "I have been to bars."

"I didn't catch you, I plan to take you to experience French romance."

Meng Ziqin looked at him in disbelief, Zhou Qiu didn't control him like before, Meng Ziqin was thankful, and now he even said that he would take him to the bar to play, no matter what he heard, it was false.

The doorbell rang, probably because Zhao Chengshan and Xiao Zhou had come. Seeing his thoughtful look, Zhou Qiu didn't say anything, stood up and went to open the door.

Sure enough, it was these two assistants who came in, with a few packing boxes in hand.

"Brother Meng is awake?" Xiao Zhou leaned forward at the door and asked.

"Wake up." Meng Ziqin also stood up and walked towards the restaurant. When passing by Zhou Qiu, he said softly: "I can supervise you to quit."

There was little water for dinner, and Meng Ziqin said he was hungry, but he didn't really have much appetite.

After the lunch box was packed, Zhou Qiu took his coat and told Meng Ziqin that he could leave.

Before going out, Zhou Qiu put a black cotton cap on Mencius Qin to suppress his curly hair.

"Where did you get it?" Mencius touched his new hat, feeling that his head was indeed much warmer.

Zhou Qiu: "Let Shanshan buy it."

Together with Zhou Qiu, standing at the entrance of the French bar without a mask or sunglasses, Meng Ziqin was still in a trance.

"Are you really bringing me here?" Mencius pointed to the stone brick gate in front of him.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Zhou Qiu patted him on the back, "Take you to play, but agree, you can't mess around without me in the future."

"Annoyance." Meng Ziqin pushed him and walked inside.

"Wolf with white eyes." Zhou Qiu smiled and cursed in a low voice.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-2919:35:37~2020-11-3023:27:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 little star from the chieftain;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!