cheongsam boy

Gu Zhuo was holding the unopened Baicao Oil in his hand. He walked up to Song Rin and asked, "My dad asked me to come over and have a look. I have learned to push and press before. If you are in severe pain, I might be able to help you press it." Press to ease."

"No need, it's nothing serious." Song Rin turned sideways, hiding her trembling hands behind her.

Hearing what he said, Gu Zhuo raised his eyebrows noncommittally. He raised his finger and pointed to the mirror: "Song Rin, your hands are still shaking."

After finishing speaking, he didn't seem to be enough, so he added an extra sentence for emphasis: "It's shaking more than just now."

Following Gu Zhuo's movements, Song Rin turned his head abruptly, and sure enough, he saw that the trembling of his hands imprinted in the mirror was getting bigger and bigger and more obvious.

He hid the front, but ignored the rear, and the paper couldn't contain the fire after all.

This kind of cognition hit Song Rin like a tide, and while being drowned, it also made his trembling spread from his hands to his whole body like a mockery.

It was clear that the air was hot and dry, but Song Rin seemed to be in a biting snowstorm, and those fantasy plots flooded into his mind with heart-wrenching fear.

Song Rin was all too familiar with this feeling.The fear that can't be hidden in secrets brings out depression and breaks the boundaries of his existence.

Seeing that the state of the person in front of him was getting worse and worse, Gu Zhuo frowned, broke through a safe distance and held Song Rin's hand, and asked softly while gently kneading.

"Is it painful and uncomfortable? Or is there some other discomfort in your body?"

The pressure and heat on the wrist are like a floating boat emerging from the undercurrent, Song Rin desperately grabs it, just to find a lifeline.

"I... I don't know which joint I hit," Song Rin was getting more and more difficult to breathe, he arched his back slightly, exposing the fragile back of his neck, "Hands hurt badly."

Song Rin's fingers are long and slender, like jade bone flutes that have been played with for more than ten years, trembling with a fragile beauty that attracts love and affection.

Gu Zhuo lowered his eyes to get rid of the look in his eyes, he ignored Song Rin's uncontrollable trembling, and replied, "Where did you hit?" Can you be more specific?"

Gu Zhuo's words approached with the warmth of sandalwood. Song Rin was in a period of emotional turbulence and sensitivity. When he couldn't get medicine, trembling and chills drove his instinct to find attachments.

Regardless of who the other party was, Song Rin approached him suppressing the emotion of breaking down and crying, and said indiscriminately: "The elbow was hit by the elbow."

Following Song Rin's words, Gu Zhuo's touch crawled from his wrist to his elbow. He pressed slightly harder and asked, "Is it here?"

"Yes, the outer bone." Song Rin made up a lie based on the memories that had been suppressed before.

The skin on the outer side of the elbow is thin, but there are many sensitive nerves under the skin. If it is accidentally bumped or pressed, the pain caused by it is no less than that of a thumb hitting a table corner.

It also happened that Song Rin had experience in this area, which made the lie weaving this time so easy that it seemed flawless.

Gu Zhuo pressed slowly, with a hint of persuasion in his consolation: "Can you take off your coat, I'll rub it for you."

Song Rin gradually calmed down with both physical and verbal companionship. He panted slightly, unbuttoned his coat and cuffs, and stacked the sleeves above his elbows.

While Song Rin was moving, Gu Zhuo twisted off the lid of the medicated oil, poured the green medicated oil into the palm of his hand, and rubbed each other to release the medicinal fragrance with his body temperature.

Gu Zhuo attached his palm covered with medicated oil to his elbow, and Song Rin could still clearly feel the callus on his palm even through a thin layer of sticky oil.

"Is it here?" Gu Zhuo used his fingertips to scratch at the top of the elbow joint.

Gently, the greasy fingertips grazed the thin skin, like a tiny electric current hitting the nerve endings, Song Rin twitched with a hum.

This uncontrollable touch reaction was unexpected by Song Rin, his heart jumped suddenly, and the sudden situation made him forget those gloomy emotions, and all he could think about was how to explain it.

But Gu Zhuo didn't seem to think about that, staring at Song Rin's elbow and said very seriously: "That's here, you bear it a little bit, it might hurt a little."

Listening to Gu Zhuo's words, Song Rin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, secretly annoyed at her sensitivity.

"Okay, sorry to trouble you." Song Rin nodded gratefully.

Gu Zhuo tilted his head and smiled and said it's not troublesome, then lowered his head and kneaded and pressed Song Rin carefully.

The two were very close, and the medicated oil mixed with the scent of sandalwood was piled up around, as if a new world was created out of thin air, and the two were included in it.

And Baicao Oil began to take effect even after pushing and pressing, Song Rin only felt that his skin was stained with alcohol, and Gu Zhuo's touch was the spark that got in by mistake, just one piece lifted the whole piece fire.

Slowly the gloomy mood was swallowed and burned, but the smoke after the prairie fire rolled out an ambiguous breath, and along with the blended breathing of the two, it outlined a lingering magnificence.

Seeing Gu Zhuo's eyelashes curled sideways, Song Rin's heart skipped a beat, he looked away in a panic, and unnaturally raised the topic to avoid the indistinct ambiguity.

"Gu Zhuo, I really didn't expect you to be Uncle Gu's son, but we seem to have never met before."

"I didn't expect it either," Gu Zhuo raised his eyes and smiled at Song Rin, "Maybe it's because I don't get involved in the family business very much, and I don't know people in this circle very well and don't have much contact with them." , the chances of us meeting will naturally become smaller.”

Hearing what Gu Zhuo said, Song Rin's heart was slightly relieved, and his expression softened a little: "That's right...I don't come back many times, and most of them are abroad. Otherwise, I can't tell We can get to know each other sooner."

"Yes," Gu Zhuo echoed with a smile, he pushed Song Rin along his skin, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Under constant pressing and touching, Song Rin's mood gradually calmed down, and the trembling caused by it also disappeared.

Song Rin stretched out her hands and said with a smile, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt at all."

Gu Zhuo stared at his movements for a while, and after confirming that he was no longer trembling, he withdrew his hand and said that's all right.

The sticky oil in his hand was very uncomfortable. Gu Zhuo took out a pack of wet wipes from the box on the sink, took out one and handed it to Song Rin: "Wipe it, or it will stick to your shirt later."

Song Rin responded kindly, took the wet towel and wiped the medicated oil on his elbow, and wiped it carelessly without being too careful.

Different from Song Rin's eagerness, Gu Zhuo's movements are like pulling jade, wiping every knuckle leisurely.

Under the stacked warm light, this movement looks cool and lustful.

Song Rin rolled his Adam's apple unnaturally, he hurriedly looked away, and casually said, "Well, Boss Gu, you have a good push and press technique, did you learn it specially?"

"Yes, my mother's waist is not very good." Gu Zhuo folded the used wet wipes and threw them into the trash can, "Plus, I usually make cheongsams, and I have tendons on my hands to reduce inflammation, so I need to press more to learn. "

Song Rin nodded in understanding, and followed the topic: "That was really hard work. By the way, Boss Gu, is my cheongsam complicated? It won't bother you too much, your hand..."

"No." Gu Zhuo looked at Song Rin, not missing the embarrassment in his eyes, "They are all relatively simple styles, not too complicated."

When Gu Zhuo said this, his eyes looked straight at Song Rin. Behind the gold-rimmed mirror frame, he had fox eyes with residual pressure. After he smiled, he suddenly seduced people a few times, and Song Rin was beaten for a while. I forgot what to say next.

Song Rin's eyes were so dazed that Gu Zhuo's heart softened, and he didn't want to tease him to go around in circles with him anymore. He adjusted the distance and kept a safe range for him, and at the same time, followed his wishes Talked about it.

"You care so much about this cheongsam, is there a big person coming to this annual meeting?"

"Ah...no," Song Rin regained consciousness, and withdrew her gaze, "It's just the first annual meeting for newcomers, so pay more attention to it and perform well in front of the leaders."

Lies within lies, Song Rin is very used to it, even when he just came back to his senses, he can tell nonsense without changing his face.

Gu Zhuo said clearly: "That's quite important. New job? Are you going to Uncle Wu's company?"

"No, I don't have the ability to go to his company." Song Rin was a little dumbfounded, and he seemed to think of something in a flash, and hurriedly explained to Gu Zhuo, "I and Shixiu are not in the same industry, I am a translator .”

Hearing Song Rin's reply, Gu Zhuo raised his eyebrows in surprise: "It turns out that I'm an interpreter, so I said why I'm often abroad. Then your translation company can make a lot of noise, and you can even think of this show."

"Yeah, it's really noisy, it's the first time I've lived like this for decades," Song Lin hid the light in his eyes, pretending to be very distressed, "Well, what, Boss Gu, I beg you. "

"What's the matter?" Gu Zhuo propped his hands sideways, with a playful look in his eyes.

Song Rin, who was absorbed in her own performance, didn't notice his expression, she frowned and said, "I'm asking you to order a cheongsam and make a cross-dressing, can you not tell others, those people know, maybe why?" Make fun of me."

This detour finally got to the point, Gu Zhuo was relieved for Song Rin, he held back the smile in his chest, pretending to be understanding.

"That's for sure. Even if you don't say it today, I won't talk nonsense. This is the privacy of customers. If you say it, it is a taboo in the industry."

In fact, when Gu Zhuo said that he was not familiar with this circle, Song Rin didn't panic anymore, but after all, the matter of women's clothing was a secret he had kept for most of his life, and he really didn't dare to be careless.

He was agreed on the sidelines, but it was not until the end that he realized that he was thinking too much, and during this thinking, he almost caused emotional fluctuations again because of this unrealized idea, tossing and tossing, with a bit of embarrassment in his embarrassment .

Song Rin twitched the corners of his mouth dryly, and explained: "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just about this..."

"It's okay, I understand." Gu Zhuo made a reassuring gesture, he stood up straight with the ledge, and moved slightly closer to Song Rin, "But Mr. Song, although I agreed, it's a little bit I can't hold back my bad thoughts, can you take a photo of me when you cross-dress?"

"What... what?" Song Rin was a little confused by the change of words, and he asked in shock, "Photos?"

Gu Zhuo pushed his glasses and nodded, with a bit of embarrassment on his face: "There are a lot of new styles added to this cheongsam, and it's the first time I've made it for men. I wonder if I can leave a sample, maybe I can use it in the future." arrive."

Speaking of this, he seemed to be afraid that Song Rin would disagree, so he hurriedly added: "I will cover your face so that no one will know it's you."

This kind of customized cheongsam is made according to the figure of the customizer, so naturally only the customizer can wear it with its original charm and beauty.

Therefore, if Gu Zhuo wants to see the most complete side of this cheongsam, he can only wait for Song Rin to put it on.

Song Rin understood, and at the same time, the hidden emotions in his heart that could not be satisfied were also breaking out, clamoring for words of promise.

Song Rin's forehead was tense, and his drooping eyelids were trembling slightly, as if he was making a difficult decision.

It was unbearable to watch.

Gu Zhuo didn't want to force him either, so he sighed lightly: "It's okay if you don't want to, I'll shoot tailors too..."

"No, I can," Song Rin interrupted abruptly, looking up at Gu Zhuo, with a firm smile in his eyes, "I'll send you a photo when the time comes, and it's just my hush money for you."

11. Concubine Yang

The author has something to say:

I rewrote it after I wrote it earlier, if you think the plot is not right, please go back to Chapter 9 and re-read it, sorry. Chapter 11 The matter of agreeing to take photos is not only for Song Rin to satisfy his inner desire, but more importantly, he is naturally sensitive and jealous, and he would rather turn it into a favor between you and me. Nor would it be a verbal promise with no guarantees.

Therefore, when it is said to be a hush money, it really means a hush money.

Even if Gu Zhuo didn't make a request, Song Rin had to find an opportunity to treat him to a meal or something, and told him not to say much because he was short-staffed.

Only in this way can he feel at ease.

Gu Zhuo didn't know the twists and turns in Song Rin's stomach, he only knew that this person agreed, and he was overwhelmed by the surge of happiness before he recovered.

"You said it yourself, but don't feel like you're making a fool of yourself for fare evasion." Gu Zhuo leaned back against the edge of the stage, with a playful smile in his eyes.

Song Rin put down his sleeves and said no while putting on his coat.Gu Zhuo was also on the point, and made moderate teasing to dilute the ambiguous atmosphere, so that the two of them could return to the comfortable boundary and return to the previous relaxed relationship after waking up.

After Song Rin packed up, the two walked back to the banquet together. It was a bit impolite to leave in a hurry just now. As soon as they returned to the banquet, Song Rin asked Gu Xuanling to apologize.

Without the anxiety at the beginning, Song Rin returned to the cool and rational appearance of a learned person. Gu Xuanling was very satisfied with the progress of the speech. Not only did they exchange the contact information of the two companies, but also pulled Song Rin to go Drink at home.

"No Uncle Gu, I have to work tomorrow." Song Rin made up an excuse to decline, "I will find a bottle of good wine next time, and I will visit you to drink with you."

Such words are not only a superficial refusal, but also a foundation for the restoration of the relationship between the latter two.

The lights of the wine at the banquet are indeed fascinating, but it is not enough to make Song Lin lose his mind and forget the main purpose of coming today.

Gu Xuanling also knew it well, so she didn't try to persuade her any more, and just followed Song Rin's suggestion.

The two chatted for a while, until Wu Shixiu came to find out that it was almost time for Gu Xuanling to speak on stage, and then they could barely stop.

After Gu Xuanling left, Wu Shixiu looked at Song Rin and asked with concern, "Is your hand okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a joint hit." Song Rin waved his hand, indicating that it's okay, "Look, it's quite flexible."

Wu Shixiu stared at his hand for a while, and after confirming that it was all right, he felt relieved: "It's good that it's all right. By the way, I just watched, and the youngest son of the Gu family followed you?"

"He has learned to push, and Uncle Gu asked him to push for me," Song Rin explained.

Listening to Song Rin's explanation, Wu Shixiu first said "Oh" clearly, but then looked at Song Rin with a strange expression.

Song Rin was puzzled and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You..." Wu Shixiu moved a little closer to Song Rin, and said in a low voice, "I heard that the youngest son of the Gu family also likes men, so he's not sure yet. He didn't do anything to you just now, right?"

Wu Shixiu's words really made Song Rin a bit dumbfounded, he poked Wu Shixiu's head with his hand, and cursed: "What are you thinking, I'm not a fairy, what can people do to me."

As soon as the words fell, the scene in the bathroom just now suddenly appeared in front of Song Rin's eyes. He felt a little guilty, and hurriedly added: "It's really just a simple press for me, and I didn't do anything else."

"That's good," Wu Shixiu muttered, he didn't notice Song Rin's stiff expression, and changed the subject happily, "Let's not talk about that, let's go, Brother Song Rin, let me introduce you to a few people."

"Hey, don't," Song Rin hurriedly put down his wine glass and pulled him back, "I'm sorry, but I really don't need it. If you have the skills, you might as well cover me and let me go back quietly for a late-night snack."

Hearing what Song Rin said, Wu Shixiu was really helpless and funny. He looked around the banquet hall and asked softly, "Can't stay longer? Are you really going?"

It's not that Song Rin doesn't know Wu Shixiu's intentions, and he is really grateful to Song Rin for being able to do this, but not to mention anything else, it's not easy for Song Rin to survive until now in today's mental state, so wait a little longer for the medicine When the effect comes up, flaws will definitely be exposed.

Song Rin didn't want to take risks for that shallow relationship, he shook his head with a smile: "I'm leaving, didn't I tell you, I ordered supper."

"You are really... Oh, okay, okay." Wu Shixiu's tone contained a bit of hatred for iron and steel. He put away his wine glass, looked around the banquet, and pointed at an inconspicuous side door. "From there, go out and turn right straight into the parking lot."

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something again, and said in a low voice: "If you drink alcohol, find a substitute driver, don't feel that you can't take it seriously after a few sips."

Obviously Song Rin is the one who is a few years older, and Wu Shixiu's explanation seems to have changed positions.

Song Rin responded dumbfounded: "Understood, why are you so worried."

Wu Shixiu took a deep look at Song Rin, wanted to say something, but in the end he just squirmed his lips. He retracted the look from his eyes, and stretched out his hand to push Song Rin to signal to go quickly.

"Then you speak to Uncle Wu for me." Song Lin tilted her head and confessed, "Just say that I'm not feeling well, so let's go first."

Wu Shixiu nodded, and walked in front of Song Rin to cover him.Song Rin also cooperated to hide her figure behind him, and when everyone was attracted by Gu Xuanling's speech, she quickly walked to the side door.

As soon as he turned out of the bamboo forest, the night wind in Nancheng rushed towards his face. Song Rin was awakened by the blow, and his footsteps also slowed down.

This villa was built on the outskirts of Nancheng, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and close to the embrace of nature.The bamboo color is wrapped in moonlight, and Song Rin can even catch a glimpse of some fragments of starlight in the rustling gap.

The surrogate driver on the mobile phone hadn't accepted the order yet, so Song Rin didn't rush to the parking lot, took off his coat and wandered along the cobblestone road.

It's just that as we walked, the cobblestone road under our feet began to change. The stones that were laid randomly and randomly became orderly. Song Rin became interested and followed the change.

Finally found the reason halfway, looking at the yin-yang gossip map paved with rain flower stones on the road, Song Rin let out a strange hey, he really didn't expect that there are still people willing to pave such a colorful path in the bamboo forest.

The headphone of the older generation is really a rarity nowadays.

Song Rin circled the gossip diagram several times, getting more and more excited the more he looked at it.The person who laid out this Bagua map must be an old player. The details of the yin and yang reconciliation are really unique, and the selection and arrangement of the rain flower stones are all following the metaphysics.

Song Rin couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and took several pictures in a row. The moonlight spread on it, reflecting the rippled light along the lines of the Yuhua stone, as if it was filled with water in a pool.

Looking at this rare scene, it is impossible not to be tempted. Besides taking pictures, Song Rin even imagined taking off his shoes and socks and stepping on it as he was a child.He walked around the formation diagram again, with hesitation and procrastination in his steps.

"You're still watching, why don't you go for a walk?"

Just as Song Rin was dawdling, a deliberately high-pitched voice came from the bamboo forest opposite, Song Rin raised his head smoothly, and in the orange sparks, Gu Zhuo came out of the darkness with a cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing that it was Gu Zhuo who came, Song Rin couldn't help being surprised while he was secretly relieved, he asked, "Why are you here?"

"It's too stuffy inside, come out to get some fresh air while my old man is talking," Gu Zhuo put out the cigarette in the trash can beside him, walked to the entrance of the path, and took off his shoes and socks casually.

The moment he stepped on it, his face was distorted by the pain, and he let out a cry, but quickly suppressed it.

"Come on? Together." Gu Zhuo limped along the periphery of the formation towards Song Rin, and stretched out his palm in front of Song Rin through the moonlight.

Looking at the inviting hand and the painful face of the person in front of him, Song Rin couldn't help laughing, but couldn't say anything to refuse, so he had to reach out and use his strength to take off the shoes and socks.

I don't feel much when I put on the shoes, but once I remove those barriers, the raised stones will be hard to poke into the acupuncture points on the soles of the feet, and the pain of broken bones conveys a signal of poor health.

Song Rin couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, and grabbed Gu Zhuo's hand harder and harder, and the two of them were like the old man who had entered the octogenarian age, supporting each other and limping around the formation.

There are rules when walking on the gravel road like this yin-yang formation, you can't go straight in, you can only go in circles along the periphery.

Song Rin broke out in a cold sweat before he reached the halfway point. He was a little shameless, and dragged Gu Zhuo to sit down without hesitation.

"My God, it really hurts," Song Rin wiped off his sweat, "I never felt this pain walking when I was a child."

"Yes, it was like playing when I was young." Gu Zhuo sat next to him, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and shook it at Song Rin, "Do you mind?"

Song Rin glanced sideways, then shook her head: "Give me one too."

Perhaps he had smelled the smoke on Song Rin's body, or maybe he felt that smoking was nothing. In short, Gu Zhuo was not too surprised by Song Rin's request. He pushed the cigarette case openly and put it in front of Song Rin.

"You see which flavor you like and choose by yourself."

Hearing Gu Zhuo's words, Song Rin hummed in surprise, he looked at the cigarette case and asked, "There are many flavors?"

"My cigarette case is not the ones on the market." Gu Zhuo opened the lid of the cigarette case a little wider so that Song Rin could see it more clearly, "This is the cigarette case I ordered in Beicheng, and the cigarettes inside are all It is hand-rolled, and the boss mixes it according to your taste and requirements, and each one is different."

Hearing what Gu Zhuo said, Song Rin immediately knew which one he was talking about. That cigarette shop was quite famous in Beicheng. I don't know where I moved, so I lost the idea of ​​looking for it.

Song Rin immediately became interested, and leaned closer: "Can you lend me a look?"

Gu Zhuo said yes, and put the cigarette case in Song Rin's hand.The cigarette case is made of iron, with traditional Japanese patterns engraved on the outside. Song Rin glanced at it and found that there could be more than 20 cigarettes inside, which is actually about the same number as the ones sold on the market, but the taste of each cigarette is different. different.

Seeing Song Rin's movements, Gu Zhuo moved closer and asked, "Do you like sweeter or bitterer?"

"Sweet," Song Rin said without thinking, "I usually smoke Xuanhemen."

From the name Gu Zhuo, he knew Song Rin's preference. His round fingertips slid across the rows of cigarette holders, picking one out of them like turning over a brand.

Gu Zhuo handed the cigarette to Song Rin: "Then this one, the popping beads inside are all sweet."

When he was abroad, Song Rin had seen many people smoke explosive beads, but he had never tried it, and today he was interested and wanted to try it.

Song Rin accepted the cigarette in response, and he took a look. The filter was a king size that was very popular this year. Through the moonlight, the three explosive beads wrapped inside looked like gems wrapped in jade.

"Come on," Gu Zhuo lit a cigarette by himself, then moved the lit lighter to Song Rin.

Song Rin smiled at him, crushed the popping beads one by one, lowered his head and lit the cigarette.

The bitter smell of smoke was filtered by the sweet pearl water, and became mellow and sweet when inhaled. Song Rin held the cigarette holder, exhaled contentedly, squinted his eyes and raised his head, smiling at Gu Zhuo through the misty smoke.

The moonlight was like a water cage, and the smoke blinded the eyes, but it couldn't hide the smile of the person in front of him. Gu Zhuo's eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his mouth to blow out a smoke ring.

12. Li Gang

12. Li Gang