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The suspense blockbuster with superstars really deserves its reputation. The plot is intertwined and the music is exciting.

Zheng Yuming was still sitting in his seat when he left the scene, staring intently at the credit list at the end of the film.Liu Qijun didn't know why, so he simply sat down with him.

The two didn't go out together until the end of the film.

"This movie is pretty good." Liu Qijun spoke up.

"Well, it's not bad. This director has made better and better movies in recent years. This kind of suspenseful theme is his specialty, but I think the casting of this movie is more ingenious, and it makes a few mediocre scenes come alive. ..."

Zheng Yuming talked eloquently, although his expression was still indifferent, his eyes were shining with confidence.

Liu Qijun didn't know the director at all, and he didn't know which superstar the hero and heroine were, and he didn't have any professional analysis of the movie, but he felt very satisfied when he heard Zheng Yuming's clear and clear voice in his ears.

This is almost the most words Zheng Yuming has talked with him since they met for nearly a month, although this topic has nothing to do with the two of them.

Fearing that Zheng Yuming's mouth would dry up, when passing by the drink shop, Liu Qijun bought a cup of lemon honey tea for the two of them, and Zheng Yuming looked at the cup with a little disgust.

"Drink some tea to soothe your throat." Liu Qijun briefly explained, and then said, "Let's drink less coffee. I heard that drinking coffee often is not good."

Zheng Yuming raised his eyebrows indecisively, took a sip of his tea, and commented: "It's too sweet."

Liu Qijun rolled his eyes: "You don't like sweets?"

"I don't like it." Zheng Yuming said decisively, "Except for cheesecake."

Liu Qijun silently remembered it in his heart.

Just as they were about to get in the car, by coincidence, the two ran into those girls again.

This time the girl's expression became more natural, and a hearty smile returned to her face when she greeted her: "Meet the handsome guy again!"

Liu Qijun nodded with a smile: "Hello."

Several girls looked at Zheng Yuming, who was standing aside with a cold expression, and the latter nodded politely and distantly to express his greetings.

"Boyfriend?" the girl asked softly.

Zheng Yuming obviously heard it, and his expression immediately stiffened.

Liu Qijun glanced at Zheng Yuming with a smile in his eyes, and said slowly: "In the future."

The girls understood and secretly gave him a cheering gesture.

Zheng Yuming was so embarrassed that he turned his eyes away, not daring to look at them again.

"Where are you going? If you drop by, I can take you home." Liu Qijun asked considerately.

"No, no, no, we still have to go shopping, so I won't bother you!" The girl blinked playfully, looked at Zheng Yuming for a while, winked and said goodbye with a smile.

Liu Qijun opened the car door for Zheng Yuming, and there was still a gentle smile when he asked: "Would you like to have some supper?"

Zheng Yuming couldn't see his complacent appearance tonight, his ears were red, and he forced himself to calm down: "No need."

Liu Qijun intentionally spent more time with him, deliberately drove the car very slowly, and found some topics to chat with him. When he asked about the director and heroine of the movie tonight, Zheng Yuming talked a little more and introduced him The works of several directors and the representative works of the male and female protagonists also briefly introduce the content of each movie in a considerate manner.Liu Qijun asked a few questions occasionally, and the two of them chatted all the way downstairs to Zheng Yuming's house.

Liu Qijun stopped the car calmly and listened to him continue talking.

By the time Zheng Yuming realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

He stopped talking, and kept his face half down, his whole body was strangely docile in the warm light inside the car.

Liu Qijun just turned his face sideways like this, looking at him quietly, his eyes getting hotter and hotter.

"I'm home." Zheng Yuming said, his eyes flickered, and he tilted his head slightly to avoid his gaze, "Thank you tonight."

"As long as you like it." Liu Qijun said under his breath, paused, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Zheng Yuming was startled, thinking that he was going to grab his hand, subconsciously shrank back.

However, Liu Qijun just helped him unbuckle his seat belt, and the warm breath passed over the side of his neck, which was a little itchy, causing a layer of light pink to appear on his neck and cheeks.

His calm and shy appearance made Liu Qijun's heart beat half a beat slower, and he unconsciously wanted to get closer to him.

Zheng Yuming suddenly pushed the car door open and said quickly: "I'm going back."

Liu Qijun grabbed his hand, looked up at him, with bright expectation and tenderness in his eyes, and asked him tentatively, "What time do you go to work tomorrow? Can I come pick you up?"

Zheng Yuming panicked for some reason, said "no need" and left in a hurry.

Liu Qijun withdrew his hand reluctantly, and moved to the window where the co-pilot looked up at Zheng Yuming.

He didn't drive away until the lights came on.

This specious date tonight made him know more about Zheng Yuming, and the good feelings he had before gradually swelled up, making his heart swell up, and he was about to explode.

How can there be such a person, who is gentle and indifferent, tasteful and innocent, although he has met many suitors, he is still easily embarrassed and shy.Compared with those people I have met, Zheng Yuming is not like a normal urban youth.

Liu Qijun felt that all his patience in this life would be wasted on this person. It seemed that whenever he met him, he would unconsciously reveal his most gentle side, carefully watching his expression, for fear that he would not like him Turn yourself out.

It's almost like a silly boy who has been in love for many years-but they haven't known each other for less than a month.

How did it become like this?Liu Qijun asked himself, but couldn't think of the reason.He just felt that such feelings were strange even to himself.

It's not yet the level of love, I'm afraid it's not far away.

He smiled bitterly and drove home.

As soon as he entered the door, his mother knit a sweater and said in a strange way: "Hey, is Master Liu finished?"

Liu Qijun looked at his father, and Uncle Liu pointed to the kitchen.

Liu Qijun followed his gestures and looked over, and saw that the rice cooker was still on the heat preservation position, which was obviously reserved for him.

Cursing himself for being too confused, Liu Qijun hurriedly stepped forward to make amends: "Look at me, I'm careless, I forgot to call home. Mom, I was wrong, come to drink tea with you."

Aunt Liu hummed twice, and squinted at him: "Where did you die?"

Liu Qijun smirked: "I went after your daughter-in-law."

Aunt Liu stopped the needle and asked hesitantly, "That...Mr. Zheng?"

Liu Qijun nodded.

Aunt Liu was surprised: "They haven't kicked you yet?"

"..." Liu Qijun's face darkened, "Mom, do you look down on your son so much?"

Aunt Liu still finds it weird that the blind date Zheng Yuming gave him was extremely harsh. She didn't know her son well, but his appearance was acceptable, but his personality was meek and heartless, his hobbies were vulgar, and he didn't even wear clothes. They all have the same style for thousands of years, and they never pay attention to food. There are a lot of people like this on the street... No matter how you think about it, it doesn't match Zheng Yuming!

"No, I have to ask Mr. Zheng." After finishing speaking, he stopped knitting and went back to his bedroom to make a phone call.

Liu Qijun opened his mouth wide: "What does my mother mean?"

Uncle Liu was sipping tea on the ground: "What else do you mean, contact customers regularly."

Aunt Liu shouted from the house: "Old Liu! Help me continue knitting!"

Uncle Liu sighed, put down his teacup, and began to study his needlework with a bitter face.

Liu Qijun glanced at the half-knitted sweater, and looked at his father sympathetically: "How many orders has my mother accepted?"

"Who knows." Uncle Liu started counting stitches, reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, very frustrated, "Your mother has a lot of business now, who knows what else she is doing, we can do it anytime."

Liu Qijun felt the same way.

Aunt Liu’s main business is a gold-medal matchmaker in a dating agency. She also helps organize various community competitions in her spare time, and occasionally takes a few custom orders for knitting sweaters. She helps old ladies in the community who love handmade fabrics knit sweaters and scarves as gifts. The old people took the sweaters and turned around and gave them to their juniors to show their love.

Sometimes Liu Qijun thinks about it, his mother earns about the same as him in a month, which is really shocking.His father is not under such pressure. He has been an old accountant for decades, and his accounting certificate is attached to the company. Even if he sits at home every month, he will get a lot of money into the account, not to mention that his father still runs an accounting firm now.

Parents are local tyrants...Liu Qijun lamented, and suddenly felt that a person with an annual salary of less than 15 was extremely miserable.

When he decided to rent out a house after work, he was despised by his parents with a sneer.At that time, the family just learned that he liked men, and the parents finally accepted the fact that they absolutely couldn't tolerate him going out to live alone, wouldn't it be convenient for him to fool around?

Liu Qijun was afraid that his parents would be too stimulated and really kicked him out. He didn't dare to disobey his elders. He lived at home and went to and from get off work on time.

In the words of Zhou Han and the others, Liu Qijun has lived for so many years, and the only time he rebelled was probably when he came out to his family.In the end, he came out of the closet, and still lived a life of soy sauce that his parents strictly guarded against his only child.

"It's good, why don't you spend more time with your parents?" Liu Qijun comforted himself.

"Fart, I'm about to be in my third year and I'm still living with my parents. If I don't come home at night, I have to report to my family. It's a good thing that you don't like a girl. If you really marry a girl and go home in the future, who can bear you being abused by your parents?" A big pacifier boy?"

Liu Qijun immediately threw a can of beer over: "You are a pacifier man!"

Zhou Han and Kou Xin laughed together and taunted him with harsher words, which drove Liu Qijun to death.

Although they taunted him mercilessly, Zhou Han and the others didn't really think so.

Liu Qijun himself is really not a hopeless old man. He works hard and is filial to his parents. Although he is an only child, he is proficient in washing and cooking. He has a good temper and is very generous to friends and colleagues. Ask him for help. Absolutely do not shirk.

It's just... Although the Liu family is not rich, they are not short of money. The relatives are all very promising people from all walks of life. Liu Qijun grew up under the holy light of a group of outstanding elites, and the pressure is great. Fortunately, Neither of his parents are high-demanding people. The requirement for their son is to be able to support himself with correct three views. After so many years, they have cultivated Liu Qijun into an ordinary youth who has no pursuits but no faults.

In the past, Liu Qijun didn't feel that his conditions were not good. After all, he has a degree and a job. He is handsome and has a good temper. His monthly salary is about [-], which is more than enough. He lives at home and has no housing, water and electricity expenses. The monthly salary is the most fixed. The cost is just the gas money for driving, occasionally attending a wedding banquet to give a red envelope, buying some clothes and gifts for parents, and getting together with friends from time to time. A pragmatic person like him can save a lot in a month.

When lying on the bed at night, Liu Qijun silently calculated his savings for the past few years, which added up to about [-] yuan, and he couldn't even buy a house.

Liu Qijun covered his face, wondering how much Zheng Yuming earned.

Aunt Liu knocked on the door and came in, expressing gloomily that Mr. Zheng, a VIP customer, did not answer her call.

Liu Qijun sat up and asked her, "Mom, do you know how much Zheng Yuming makes a month?"

Aunt Liu frowned and looked at him: "Why do you ask this?"

Liu Qijun: "I'll figure out how far I am from him."

Aunt Liu rolled her eyes: "You still don't know, the roof upstairs is not closed yet, what can you do if you jump off?"

Liu Qijun: "...As for? How much difference can it make?"

Aunt Liu sneered: "One project order is enough for your salary for one year."

Liu Qijun: "...Is the rooftop still open? I'm going to climb up and jump now."