cheongsam boy

Because of stomach problems, Song Rin always eats slowly no matter what he eats, and the raw porridge is also hot, so he can finish a spoonful of porridge in several small sips.

The movements are graceful, but also really slow.

Gu Zhuo's pot of porridge had already bottomed out, and he rushed to the side to see that he was only halfway there.He admitted that he was a little impatient, but he didn't say anything to urge him after all. He just wiped the mist off the lens, leaned back in the chair and quietly peeked at Song Rin.

The person in front of him has been measured by him with a soft ruler. His frame is not big, and he doesn't even have any muscles. Fortunately, he is tall and has smooth lines, which can make up for the defects and hold up his clothes perfectly. The belt, the outline of the line is really impeccable.

And as Song Rin lowered his head to drink the porridge, the curvature of his neck was stretched, his back was also arched forward, and the folds of the woolen coat were stretched, clinging to each other like wet water, and falling out of a depression arc curve.

Gu Zhuo's gaze became more and more direct, hotter and hotter, and even the floating heater in the room was involuntarily lowered by one degree, which only acted as a catalyst for his scorching gaze.

He felt like he was suffering from skin thirst, and he still had a special close partner. Only by touching Song Rin's skin and feeling his temperature could he relieve the clamoring boiling.

Gu Zhuo curled his fingers, and while hesitating and struggling, he shifted the knee hidden under the table inward inch by inch, his face remained motionless, but he gently pressed his knee against Song Rin's calf underneath.

He never dared to go too far, for fear that Song Rin would think he was frivolous, and after a light touch, he would dodge like an electric shock, but within a few seconds, he slowly leaned forward again.

In fact, Song Rin had noticed it since Gu Zhuo sneaked a glance at him just now, and wanted to pretend not to know, but the next little trick made him unable to hide.

Song Rin sighed helplessly, put down the spoon, stretched out his hand underneath to gently press Gu Zhuo's knee, and tapped on the top.

"Be quiet, let me finish this bowl of porridge, okay?"

The pressure was transmitted through the two layers of fabric. Gu Zhuo never thought that his kneecaps could be so sensitive. It felt like acupoints were being pressed a few times, and he was so numb that he couldn't move.

Gu Zhuo was in a state of confusion for a moment, and the warmth on his knees that hadn't disappeared was the reason why he couldn't wake up.

The fiery gaze sticking to her body finally subsided, but Song Rin didn't dare to procrastinate any longer. She hid her blushing ears in her scarf, finished the porridge in two or three gulps, and then pushed Gu Zhuo out of the breakfast shop.

It was the morning rush hour in Beijing, and it was difficult to get a taxi. The two stood at the intersection for a while before they caught one.

In the middle of this, Gu Zhuo was stunned as if he had been cast a spell. He didn't come back to his senses until he got in the taxi. He reached out and touched the knee that had just been touched. There was only a slightly protruding bone under his hand, but The touch he received was not the kind of tingling sensation that could make people feel confused.

Gu Zhuo took a deep breath, and the moment he exhaled, he believed that Song Rin's hand had magical powers, otherwise he would be as addicted as if he had been drugged wherever he touched him. The tingling feeling is really unbearable Resisted.

He turned his head to look at Song Rin's hand resting on the seat leather. The knuckles were slender, and the curved phalanges showed a sense of strength, but they were soft and tender, and the blood vessels hidden under the skin were so thin that they were almost invisible.

The vehicles on the side passed by, bringing out a series of swaying light and shadows, and when the light dimmed, Gu Zhuo's hand quickly passed through the dark light and rested on the back of Song Rin's hand. When the light and shadow are bright for a moment, insert your knuckles and clasp them tightly.

The two held hands again in tacit understanding.

Satisfied, Gu Zhuo rubbed the tip of his nose with his hand and asked, "What does Song Chief's hand cream smell like?"

Song Rin withdrew his gaze from the window, looked at Gu Zhuo and said, "It's the wooden Jiang Mei."

"Wood Jiangmei?" The name surprised Gu Zhuo, and he asked, "Is there such a scent?"

"Yes, but it's relatively small, and few people know about it," Song Rin raised his hand and smelled it, "It was made by a student of mine who studied fragrance mixing, and was later expanded into a production line by their fragrance company. But now it is only put into production in France, and it is not available in China for the time being.”

Speaking of this, Song Rin saw that Gu Zhuo was very interested, and asked, "Do you like it? I have a few more, you can try it, the moisture level is very good."

Hearing Song Rin's question, Gu Zhuo didn't answer in a hurry, but rubbed his knuckles and pondered for a while, then asked, "Chief Song's hand cream always smells like this? Or will it be changed?"

"It's not all the time, it's just that I've been using this in recent years," Song Rin said, "I can't accept too irritating fragrance, this one is just right, and it's not too greasy, and it absorbs quickly after applying it on your hands. You can try it."

Gu Zhuo made a sound of understanding, he clasped Song Rin's hand, slowly raised his eyes to stare at him, and asked, "If I put on hand cream, will you stop rubbing it against me? Can I hold hands?"

Song Rin was really recommending it seriously, but he never expected that Gu Zhuo's bad intentions were waiting for him here, he was speechless for a while, and he was so angry and funny.

"Gu Zhuo, why are you so thoughtful?" Song Rin was a little dumbfounded.

Gu Zhuo held hands and sat a little closer, with the corners of his eyes tucked down, showing obedience: "Because I have to chase you, so what can I do without thinking about it. Chief Song, this is the only evil thing I have now, can I still hold hands? ?”

Song Rin's heart was softened a little by the blunt words, and his ears turned red again, burning hotly.

Song Rin coughed unnaturally, pinched his palms vigorously, and replied vaguely, 'Yes'.

Gu Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes with a smile, and said in a good mood: "That's good, by the way, did you just say that you still have a few, can you give me a try? You have good fragrance on your hand, smell it I really want to try it, or... I can buy it."

Now, Song Rin can see Gu Zhuo clearly. He is really someone who can climb up the pole with just a little hand. He is a little angry, but he raised it by himself. How could he ask him to pay for it? In the end, he asked Gu Zhuo to ask for double benefits, smiling like a successful fox.

With the experience of exploring the road last time, coupled with Song Rin's previous familiarity, the two took a taxi directly to the main road outside the alley this time.When we arrived, the workshop had just opened, and the porcelain kiln built outside had just been fired.

After saying hello to the foreman at the door, the two held hands and walked in, and only let go when they reached the door of the training room.

It had just opened, and when it was not busy, seeing someone passing by the door, Ke Xiyun also expected that they were here, so he got up early and walked out.

Seeing Ke Xiyun and the two of them shouted hello to Teacher Ke in unison, Ke Xiyun also responded with a smile.

Because they mainly came here to look for needlework and fabrics this time, Ke Xiyun took them directly to the finished fabric room on the top floor.

"It's a coincidence that you are here, the sun has been shining in Beijing these few days, and the dyeing and weaving room has dyed several batches of cloth in a hurry these days." Ke Xiyun walked up with the hem of his trousers, "By the way, you The dyed and weaving workers selected said that they can be dyed, and the sample cloth should be out today, and I will ask someone to show it to you later.”

Gu Zhuo replied: "Is it so fast, that's really a hardworking master in the dyeing and weaving room."

Ke Xiyun snorted, and when he replied again, his tone was full of pride: "This is all handicraft work, and practice makes perfect, but then again, as far as the speed and quality of dyeing and weaving are concerned, our workshop can't do that." Absolutely nothing to say."

"That's for sure. The kung fu in your hands is a true chapter in your years." Gu Zhuo praised it intentionally.

The flamboyant talk could not be stopped once it started, Ke Xiyun walked slowly ahead, talking to them about the achievements of the workshop in recent years.

Although Song Rin doesn't know much about these things, but because of his professionalism, he is good at listening and grasping the key points. After some conversations, he is even more entertaining than a half-expert like Gu Zhuo. The three of them just chatted and laughed. Stepped up to the top floor.

The top floor is open to the air, and like other rooms, the door is just a decoration, and you can step in with just a push. Except for a small tiled room for cloth, there are all high-hanging drying poles with various colors. The newly dyed fabric is stretched out to dry, and when the wind blows, it bulges out a swaying arc.

It was the first time Song Rin saw this scene, and he couldn't hold it back for a while, and let out an exclamation from his throat.

Gu Zhuo couldn't help looking sideways, and leaned over to touch his knuckles with his hand, and asked in a low voice, "Is this the first time?"

Song Rin's eyes were still glued to the flying fabric, and she replied honestly: "It's the first time I saw this, it's really beautiful."

"Where is this? You haven't seen the calico that is drying in summer." Ke Xiyun led them to the dressing room and said while taking out the keys, "Xiao Song has never seen it before." ? Then I want Gu Zhuo to take you around after choosing the fabric later.”

"Ah, this...forget it, I'm afraid I'll accidentally knock it down..."

Ke Xiyun interrupted with a wave of his hand: "It's okay, this batch was dried yesterday, and today is just the last drying. Besides, the wooden pillar is filled with cement, so it cannot be knocked down."

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Song Rin to say anything else, Ke Xiyun thought about the phone call. She opened the door for them and signaled them to go in first, while she answered the conversation outside before coming in.

As soon as he came in, Ke Xiyun was not ambiguous, and said directly: "I have to go to class next, you pick it first, remember the number after you pick it, and send it to me together with the address, and then send it to me according to the address as soon as you leave the cloth room in the afternoon , is it done?"

"Okay, Mr. Ke doesn't need to worry about us, the following matters are important," Gu Zhuo replied, "We have all chosen once, and we know the rules."

Probably because the phone call just now was urgent, Ke Xiyun didn't say anything more to them, and after a few more instructions, he turned around and went downstairs.

There are many finished fabrics in the cloth setting room, but most of them are samples cut from pieces of leftover material, and there are silk threads of the same quality and color hanging beside them. The two are overlapped and neatly hung on the shelf. The corresponding number is affixed on the clip.

Song Rin was a little dazzled, he tilted his head and asked, "What kind of fabric and silk thread are you looking for?"

"It's similar to the color and style of the exhibit," Gu Zhuo slid his fingers over the samples, his tone still lazy.

Song Rin gave an understanding, and recalled the exhibits that Gu Zhuo had brought this time. There were more than a dozen of them. If he was looking for them alone, it would probably be too much.

Song Rin cleared his throat: "Do you need my help to find it? Although I don't know much but..."

"Need, especially need," before Song Rin could finish, Gu Zhuo hurriedly interrupted. He pulled a piece of dark green satin from the side and stretched it open.

In the next second, before Song Rin could react, Gu Zhuo took the piece of material and pressed it against Song Rin's wrist bone, just like taking a cheongsam measurement for the first time, pressing the material all the way down to the corner of the shoulder.

Following this movement, Gu Zhuo approached Song Rin's face, breathing hotly: "But it's not to help find materials. Instead, Song Rin, Chief Song, you come to be my model."

The author has something to say: It's been late recently, don't wait, you can save it for the next day.This is definitely not fast. I will take it a little slower in this exercise, mainly to practice tension. If you can’t wait, you can raise it first. Okay, the most important thing is that you are happy.

Thank you for your support and likes, refill babies.

31. Eosin