What bad thoughts can a canary have?

The observatory is far away on a mountain in the suburbs. It was almost early morning when the two climbed to the top of the mountain. The summer night was full of stars, the cool breeze was blowing at the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, and the singing of cicadas was mixed with the sound of unknown insects.

The Kepler astronomical telescope is connected to the APP in the mobile phone, and Lin Fei adjusts the focus. It can be seen that the person who designed the APP has put a lot of thought into it. Moving the telescope, it will automatically adjust and refresh the light-year according to the stars. Even if you know nothing about astronomy and have attended junior high school You can understand these mysterious numbers in math class.

The brilliance from hundreds of millions of light-years away sprinkled on Lin Fei's delicate and clean cheeks. When he was concentrating, his thick black and clear eyes were like glass beads in the sun, pure and free of impurities, with a bit of youthful demeanor , Fu Shiyue looked almost fascinated.

Lin Fei was immersed in the ocean of galaxies, bent down and approached the finder glass on the telescope, "What method did you use?"

"Triangle parallax."

A gentle and mellow voice rang in his ears, and a warm embrace surrounded him from behind. Fu Shiyue adjusted the lens barrel with both hands, and the light and elegant perfume smell followed, and every breath was familiar.

Fu Shiyue didn't seem to notice it, and asked in his ear: "Are you a Virgo? How many light-years is the nearest star?"

With a strong chest attached to his back, through a thin white T-shirt, Lin Fei could feel his heart beating up and down under the warm body temperature. His body was slightly stiff, and he adjusted his posture as if nothing had happened. The words were like gold, "40 light years."

"Can you let me see which star it is?" Fu Shiyue seemed to be very interested in astronomy suddenly.

Lin Fei moved the lens barrel with one hand, patted his arm coldly to signal to get out of the way, "Look slowly."

Fu Shiyue let go of his arms, took off his glasses, bent down to look at the distant stars, stood up straight for a while, looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and said softly: "John Keats has a sonnet about stars, you Want to hear it?"

Looking at the stars on the top of the mountain with her ex-boyfriend in the middle of the night, this scene is very strange, no need to listen to any sonnets, Lin Fei feels that he may have used his brain too much recently, and his brain is a little twitching.

He leaned back against the railing, shook his head, shook off his messy thoughts, and asked sincerely, "Boss Fu, aren't you tired of pretending like this all the time?"

Lin Fei really wants to know, one second is gentle and rainy, the next second is thunderous, a combination of gentleness and cruelty, like a snow leopard dormant on the vast snowfield, never understanding that the first to show its deadly sharp teeth, Still red roses.

Fu Shiyue stared at him blankly for a moment, half joking and half serious, "What you see now is the most real me."

Lin Fei chuckled and turned his face away, obviously not believing it.

Fu Shiyue pressed his elbows on the railing casually, turned his head, and followed his eyes, "I have no pretense in front of you, and every word comes from the heart."

Lin Fei raised his face and avoided his gaze. The stars in the sky were like scattered candy wrappers. They should not be shared with his cruel and paranoid ex-boyfriend. He made up his mind that if someone confesses to him next time, whether he likes it or not, Agree to date first, and fall in love with normal people, so as not to continue to entangle with Fu Shiyue.

The slightly cool water drops fell on his cheeks, and Lin Fei was stunned for a moment. The water drops crackled and hit the railing, like playing piano keys crazily.

The bright and bright lightning pierced through the beautiful starry sky, and the deafening thunder roared. Fu Shiyue put on his glasses again, and took out the car keys in his trousers pocket, "Wait for me under the eaves, and I will drive you home."

Lin Fei didn't want to fight against himself, he took a few long steps to get under the narrow eaves, the vast observatory was shrouded in darkness, only a milky white light was on under the eaves, he crossed his arms, leaned his back against the wall, and watched The endless curtain of rain.

A few minutes later, a glossy black car stopped in front of him. Fu Shiyue was drenched all over, his neatly combed hair was washed away by the rain, and his tall and broad figure was slightly arched, like a doberman pinscher falling into the water. Being pitiful, he took out a black umbrella from the trunk, opened it neatly, and thoughtfully covered Lin Fei's head, "Let's go."

Lin Fei opened the back door and sat in. The chilly air swept in. He shivered, only to realize that the thin white T-shirt was wet and sticking to his body. It was no different from translucent, and he could almost see the thin and clear texture lines.

Fu Shiyue stroked the hair hanging from his forehead with one hand, and when he saw his appearance in the rearview mirror, his breath was stagnant, and he licked his lower lip inexplicably, "There is a piece of my clothes in the bag next to you, do you want to change it?"

Lin Fei glanced at him, reached into the delicate paper bag, took out a white shirt, turned his back, lifted the T-shirt with both hands, took it off, and threw it on the leather seat.

Fu Shiyue took off the rearview mirror and stared at his white and flawless body blatantly. As he bent over, the back line became tense, and the skin was covered with thin particles caused by the cold air. The butterfly bones on both sides were like flapping wings. Unfolding, a beautifully curved spinal groove runs through it, like the Red Sea divided by Moses with a scepter, and the rose-colored tattoo on the back waist is half hidden in the baggy jeans.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a moment, clearly remembering the soft and gentle touch, one arm could wrap around Lin Fei's thin waist, fragile and fragile like a work of art, as if a little more strength could break his waist .

Fu Shiyue propped his forehead, glanced down at the annoying feedback, felt that he might not have vented for too long, so that he was not rational now, he touched the rolling Adam's apple, his voice was inexplicably hoarse, "Lin Fei."

Lin Fei turned around, his hands were loosely buttoned, and through the rearview mirror, he met a scorching and explicit gaze. The two of them had had many times of joy. He understood the meaning in this look very well. In the world of thought, Fu Shiyue had already stripped him naked, and he did not know how many times he had plundered him mentally.

The button was fastened down to the neck, Lin Fei lifted the hang tag from the collar with his arm, and said lazily: "Boss Fu."

Hearing his transparent and calm voice, Fu Shiyue involuntarily pursed his parched lips, "I thought you would wash off the tattoo."

Lin Fei shrugged and straightened his shoulders, not paying attention, "Boss Fu, can you stop looking at me like this? You make me feel like I'm naked in front of you."

Fu Shiyue glanced intently, looked ahead, turned the steering wheel to start the car, and repeated stubbornly, "Why didn't you wash off the tattoo?"

"Because I'm afraid of pain, and it has nothing to do with you." Lin Fei said an answer that Fu Shiyue definitely didn't want to hear.

Fu Shiyue fell into a long silence. The car descended along the winding mountain road in circles. The raindrops blurred the window glass. Lin Fei leaned his head sideways, half-closed his eyes and fell asleep. In fact, he was not feeling well. His body was sticky and closed. The familiar atmosphere in the interior space of the car is pervasive. He does not have heavy desires, but he is not a monk either. The dark desires in the deepest part of his body are clamoring agitatedly, and the exposed skin is like ants crawling over, itching and numb.

For the second time this evening, he felt that it was time for him to find a boyfriend.

A needle could be heard in the parking lot at midnight, Lin Fei put his long legs aside and got out of the car, rolled up a sleeve, "I will return the shirt to you when I have time."

"No, go back and rest early." Fu Shiyue put his elbows on the car window and looked at him tenderly.

Lin Fei didn't want to owe him anything, so without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the elevator, admonishing himself in his heart, suppressing himself for too long, it's normal to have needs at a young age, and it has nothing to do with Fu Shiyue, Quan Linjiang There are plenty of handsome and good-looking mayors, so there's no need to get entangled with this one.

Fu Shiyue watched his back disappear, leaned his head on the driver's seat, his Adam's apple rolled tightly, he suppressed his restlessness for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help getting out of the car. He lifted the wet T-shirt in the back seat with one hand and wrapped it around his palm, thinking Solve problems sloppily and perfunctorily.

Before he had time to start, the glass window was slapped by a dirty hand. He closed his eyes irritably, lowered the window, and swept over lightly.

Standing outside the car were a few flirtatious men with cigarettes dangling from their mouths. The leader looked like a standard gangster with big flower tattoos on both arms. He looked at Fu Shiyue fiercely, "Which floor does Lin Fei live on?"

Fu Shiyue looked at him without moving a muscle, and now he was in a state of embarrassment, like a stray dog, but his eyes were fierce and deep, like sharp sword blades.

The gangster kicked the driver's door, and the beeping siren sounded, "I'm asking you something, are you deaf?"

"What are you looking for him for?" Fu Shiyue untied the T-shirt wrapped around his palms and asked warmly.

The gangster measured him up and down, and he had never seen the car logo. Looking at his pitiful appearance, he looked like a soft persimmon, "Lin Fei's father owes us money, and he beat my brother. I want to teach him a lesson. , keep your eyes open, don't cause trouble for yourself!"

Fu Shiyue frowned slightly, "How much does Lin Jinhua owe you?"

"700 million, originally owed 600 million, my brother's medical expenses should be 100 million?!" The gangster took it for granted, and arrogantly swallowed, "What? Are you scared?"

Fu Shiyue straightened the bridge of his nose, thoughtfully, "Generally, in this kind of situation, would good people be afraid of you?"

"I'm a gangster on the road, and the name I call out is very famous. Who is not afraid of me?" The gangster kicked the car again, "Which floor does Lin Fei live on?"

Fu Shiyue was expressionless, and turned his head to look at the group of people, "I'm afraid, I'll pay him back the money."

The gangster was stunned, unbelievable that it was so simple, "You pay it for him? Who are you?"

Fu Shiyue picked up the phone, unlocked the screen with his fingerprint, and operated smoothly with one hand, "You don't need to know our relationship, tell me about the bank card account."

The gangster took out his mobile phone in a hurry and read the bank card account number inarticulately. Fu Shiyue lowered his head and entered it. After a few seconds, he raised his mobile phone and displayed the page of successful transfer.

Not bad, not bad.

The group of people who were in a long line of odds and ends was dizzy. It was the first time they saw such a fat sheep and it was so easy to slaughter. They asked in surprise, "Are you out of your mind?"

Fu Shiyue was slightly taken aback, the corners of his lips raised slightly, "Well, I'm sick."

The gangster laughed loudly, and the voice of the male duck echoed in the empty underground parking lot, "I also think you are mentally ill."

"I don't want to cause trouble and waste money to eliminate disasters. Can you go?" Fu Shiyue said calmly.

"Brothers, let's go!" The gangster was about to turn his head, saw the white T-shirt on his lap, winked, and asked wretchedly: "Hey! Did you want to have a shot just now?"

"Seeing that you look handsome, I didn't expect you to be quite perverted!"

Fu Shiyue narrowed his eyes slowly, and asked noncommittally, "Really?"

The gangster didn't realize the danger was coming, so he clicked his tongue a few times, "If you want to tease him, we have medicine here, and I will give you a few pills for free to ensure that he will be obedient."

"No need." Fu Shiyue pinched the skin at the throat with one hand, restrained the burning anger, and seemed to tell the gangster, but also told himself, "I'm a good person."

When he spoke, his voice was steady and gentle, and he was tall and handsome. He looked like an out-and-out kind person.

"I see." Otherwise, it would not be so easy to blackmail, the gangster laughed, "Hey! How does it feel to be a man? You are willing to spend this money for Lin Fei, you must have done it before? He looks really iconic, It must taste good, right?"

Fu Shiyue watched quietly, the temperature in his eyes faded completely, for asking such a frivolous and dirty question, the gangster was not only thinking about the answer to the question, but was wantonly lusting after Lin Fei, Xiao thought he would like this The person at the top of his heart, he lowered his head and tugged at the corners of his mouth, why is it so difficult to be a good person?