Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

Fu Yunhen curled his fingers together slowly, hesitated for a while, and then stretched out his arms to wrap around Qingyuan's waist, "Okay"

The voice was shallow, like a sigh.

At noon, Qingyuan called his parents to make sure that they would be at home tomorrow before he felt relieved.

Fu Yunhen is currently on vacation. In previous years, he was busy looking for a job at this time, but this year he took a rest.

This afternoon, he invited a piano teacher to come to teach piano at home. It has only been two or three months, and he has made rapid progress. The teacher praised him again and again, but he was a little regretful, saying that he had delayed his boyhood skills, otherwise he would still be able to go to the music school now.

Fu Yunhen didn't have many regrets, he just listened and practiced his fingering carefully.

The day passed quickly, and at night, he hugged Qingyuan's arm, although he didn't speak, but his trembling eyelashes still revealed his uneasiness.

Qingyuan stroked his back with one hand, "Why do you look so scared?"

Fu Yunhen pursed his lips, touched his arm with his cheek, and said in a low voice, "Would your parents not like me?"

He is now alone with no worries, Qingyuan is different, both parents are present, and he is the only child in the family, and he is born with a man with good conditions. I heard that their family values ​​​​children the most.

Qingyuan spoke in a warm voice, his voice was more intoxicating than the moonlight, "No, you are so good, no one doesn't like you."

Fu Yunhen thought about it, and asked worriedly, "Will your mother give me a check tomorrow and ask me to leave you?"

Qingyuan laughed, pulled her into his arms, and kissed his beautiful eyes, "What do you think about every day, I promise she won't do that." Although he didn't have much contact with his mother, he could hear it from the usual phone calls. She is a woman who respects children very much, and this kind of thing will never be done.

Fu Yunhen was still a little uneasy, he wrapped his arms around Qingyuan's neck with one hand, and put his other hand into his nightgown, pressing randomly with the palm of his hand, Qingyuan was made dizzy by his small movements, the two of them were close to each other originally , Fu Yunhen could feel any reaction on him.

Unexpectedly, not only did Fu Yunhen not hide, but he even rubbed his soft flesh twice, his eyes were as dark as jade, staring straight at Qingyuan, it was obvious what he was up to.

Qingyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment, he stretched out his hand and lightly pressed somewhere under his waist, Fu Yunhen's face turned pale, he groaned, and lay down in his arms as if he had let go of his strength.

Although he didn't say it clearly, the expression on Qingyuan's face was obvious: How dare you rub against me like this?

Fu Yunhen glanced at him, turned his head to reveal his neck, which was as white as jade, lowered his head and held his fingers in his mouth, rolled the soft and flexible tip of his tongue between his fingers, and then slowly spit it out, the slender fingers were glistening with moisture , and an ambiguous silver thread connected to the pink tip of the tongue.

The tips of Qingyuan's ears felt hot, and he withdrew his hand as if it was so hot, "Hurry up and sleep."

Don't think about these things.

Fu Yunhen snorted softly, and his eyes fell lightly on the tips of his ears, "I don't even mind what you mind, just being coy."

Qingyuan: ...

My Taoist companion is still so enthusiastic, which makes people overwhelmed.

Wordlessly, he hugged him and put him on the bed, covered him with a thin blanket, and patted his back gently with his hands, with a low and gentle voice, "Fu Yunhen, good night."

The next morning, the two drove to their parents' house. Qing's father and Qing's mother lived in a place with good greenery. Independence, there are several peach blossom trees in front of the door, many wooden structures in the courtyard, rockery and strange rocks, small bridges and flowing water, stepping into the circular arch, it is like walking into another world.

Seeing Qing's father and Qing's mother greeting him at the door from afar, Fu Yunhen's palms were constantly sweating. He was stiffly pulled out of the car by Qingyuan. He didn't know how he got to Qingyuan's parents, so he only spoke slowly. , "Hello Uncle and Aunt"

Seeing his face clearly, Qing's mother was startled, but she quickly covered it up, "This is Xiao Fu, come in quickly, Auntie always hears Qing Yuan mentioning you."

Father Qing looked a little serious, his deep eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds, and then moved away calmly.

Fu Yunhen sat on the sofa, his waist straightened, his palms resting on the knees of his legs, and his sitting posture was upright.

Qing's mother accompanied him for a conversation, Qing's father was not very good at such occasions, so he got up and went to the study after sitting for a while, only Qingyuan, Qing's mother, and Fu Yunhen were left in the living room.

Qingyuan looked at the appearance of his Taoist companion, and he still wanted to laugh. Demon Lord He Louming acted recklessly, how can he be like a quail like this, answer whatever he asks, dare not say a word of other words, restrained and very polite .

The strawberries on the table were so bright that they were just delivered this morning. Qingyuan chose the biggest one and handed it to his Taoist partner, with a slight smile in his eyes, "Here, this one looks the best"

Fu Yunchen might have been a little nervous, holding the water glass in both hands, he didn't even dare to take a piece of fruit.

Fu Yunhen opened his mouth to bite, then quickly reached out to catch it, "Thank you, I'll do it myself." Qingyuan's mother was still sitting beside him, so he didn't dare to show too close.

When I reached out, I didn't hold the cup properly, and it fell to the ground. There was a crisp collision sound, and it shattered to the ground with a clang.

He stood up from the sofa all of a sudden, like a cat scared by a cucumber, his knee touched the table and made a loud 'bang', Fu Yunhen didn't even notice the pain.

Qingyuan sat beside him, frowning slightly, stretched out his hands to rub his knees, Fu Yunhen shrank his legs back, "Don't rub, I don't hurt"

"How can it not hurt? It makes such a loud noise." He stretched out his hand to roll up his pants to check, but Fu Yunhen held his hand tightly, shaking his head like a rattle, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt, don't look at it"

It was loud when I hit it, and I didn't feel any pain. It was the same when I was a child, my knees were inexplicably bruised, and I didn't know when I bumped them.

"Does it really hurt?" Qingyuan was suspicious.

"doesn't hurt"

He just gave up, poured another glass of water and handed it to Fu Yunhen, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the glass shards on the ground, bit by bit, and put it in a bag, with the word 'broken glass' written on it, Get up and throw it in the kitchen.

After leaving Qingyuan, only Fu Yunhen and Qing's mother were left in the huge living room. Qing's mother had an elegant and gentle temperament, and the years did not leave many traces on her face. It was just the intellectual and elegant temperament in her gestures that made people understand that she was not a little girl. girl.

Fu Yunhen was talking to Qing's mother in a regular manner. A woman in her fifties came in at the door, holding a cihua cat in her arms, and said to Qing's mother with a smile, "Ma'am, I found the cat. Lie on your stomach by the fish pond.”

As she spoke, her eyes turned to Fu Yunhen, she looked surprised as if she had seen a ghost, she blurted out, "Master Xiao He?"

Didn't Master Xiao He leave many years ago?Why did you suddenly see it and appear here?

Fu Yunhen's hand holding the rim of the cup tightened suddenly, the veins in his hand stretched, and disappeared inch by inch, but his eyes were so heavy that even the light couldn't shine in.

Mother Qing's face changed in vain, and Aunt Lin hurriedly covered it up, "Hey, ma'am, now that I'm old, my mind is also confused. I can't remember my name, so I keep barking all day long."

She forced a smile and said, "This is the young master's lover, he has the same good vision as the husband."

All of Fu Yunhen's emotions were concealed by the curvature of the corners of his lips, as if he really believed Aunt Lin's lame words.

When Qingyuan came out of the kitchen, he didn't know what happened. The three people in the living room looked as usual. Fu Yunhen raised his head and smiled at him, Qingyuan thought it was a pretty smile.

The lunch was almost ready, and after sitting for a while, the family ate, and before leaving, Qing's mother gave Fu Yunhen a big red envelope.

She looked at the face of the young man in front of her, complex eyes flashed across her eyes, and she said in a gentle voice, "Xiao Fu, Qingyuan likes you very much, and so does Uncle and Auntie, and you will often come to play at home from now on."

She turned her head to look at her son, "Qingyuan, you must treat Xiao Fu well in the future, and stop thinking about other things, do you hear me?"

No, why did he suddenly speak earnestly? What else could he be thinking about?

Qingyuan was a little dumbfounded, but still obediently responded, "I know."

Mother Qing watched her son leave, slumped on the sofa, and rubbed the center of her brows with her tender fingers, she caught a glimpse of Father Qing who was expressionless, and said weakly, "Did you see that child's face?"

Qing's father responded indifferently, and he pinched his wife's shoulders.

Qing's mother pushed him away, and paced back and forth in the living room like a trapped animal, "No, I want to tell Qingyuan well."

Father Qing said, "The two are still together now."

The implication is that we have to find another time.

The son who worried Qing's mother felt very good at this time. He took Fu Yunhen to meet his parents very smoothly, and the atmosphere was harmonious and happy. Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Qingyuan felt that the world was peacefully smooth.

In the bathroom, white mist rose slowly, they half-hiddenly covered Fu Yunhen's eyebrows and eyes, making him look gloomy.

A pale bony palm was covering the mirror, Fu Yunhen looked at the smiling man in the mirror, and gently caressed his cheek with his slender fingers, as gently as if he was caressing a lover.

He closed his eyes, slowly recalling everything.

At this time, he seemed to be divided into two halves, one was immersed in the past, his mind was soft, while the other seemed to jump out of the penis, carefully avoiding those sweet memories, and scrutinized inch by inch with cold eyes.

He Louming, I found you.

i want to pursue you

an ex

he's gone

Qingyuan He Louming

He Louming, don't bite!

Master Xiaohe

Fu Yunhen frowned, his chin tensed together, he took a deep and extremely hard breath, reached out to pick up the phone and dialed a number.

"No, I don't want to go to country f."

"Can you do me a favor? Check someone out."

"He Louming"

Gently pressing down with his fingertips, a beautiful face was reflected on the black screen, Fu Yun's brows were deep, he hoped it was just his ex...

just ex...