That scumbag famous flower has a master

Cheng Geyun consciously slipped faster than a bastard, but not long after sitting in Tang Chen's passenger seat, Jiang Youzhao still called.

"I met Mr. Yu." Although Jiang Youzhao knew about their relationship, he understood Cheng Geyun's mind better, and never called Yu Shengyun "your mother" in front of him.

"Oh." Cheng Geyun slumped on the co-pilot: "What did she tell you?"

"She's looking for you." Jiang Youzhao asked: "Why didn't you tell me when you came to the water courtyard?"

The child's rebellious psychology suddenly appeared at this moment, and Cheng Geyun lazily raised his eyelids: "It's not impossible to tell you, by the way—" He dragged out his tone, taking advantage of the absence of a camera, he approached Tang Chen unscrupulously. A kiss on the face, and then asked: "Do you want me to tell you who I slept with recently and what position I used?"

Jiang Youzhao was flustered by his words, and couldn't help but feel that Cheng Geyun was too cute.Thinking from the bottom of his heart, he sighed that he was indeed old. When he was young, facing such a Cheng Geyun, he could go directly to him and carry him to the bed without saying a word.However, now he will only calm down his emotions, and then calm down the children's emotions: "I didn't mean that." He changed the subject: "Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No," Cheng Geyun announced in an extremely bad mood: "I already have another beautiful gentleman, and now, you, old man, have been dumped by me."

He also hung up the phone in a temper. Cheng Geyun leaned against the car window like a faded rose, squinting at the scenery all the way back.

There are thousands of roads where safety is the first. After finally reaching a traffic light, Tang Chen finally couldn't help reaching out and patted his head.

Cheng Geyun felt the temperature of his palm and looked over from the side.

He found the cigarette case, opened it, took out one without haste, then pushed it into Tang Chen's lips, and finally lit it.

Tang Chen, an old smoker, subconsciously inhaled the smoke into his lungs. When he was about to part his hand and take the smoke away, he didn't want Cheng Geyun to take the lead.The slender fingers that looked like they had been shaved suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and Cheng Geyun easily took the smoke from his lips and sent it to himself.

He raised his head and inhaled the breath of tobacco in his mouth, and his collarbone protruded from under his cold white muscles, asking: "I want to listen to music."

Spit out a mist, and smiled like a goblin: "But not now."

The last song was sung intermittently.

Although it is still not on the tune, Tang Chen almost completely forgot what kind of mess he sang. A man's memory and desire are always strange, especially after the two collide, it seems to give the originally naked rose The light gauze on the cage is wonderful.

It's just that the waist and knees are sore, and the throat is a little hoarse.

Cheng Geyun had a good time and broke out in a sweat.Because they were acquainted with each other anyway, and he never had the thought and habit of taking care of others, let alone deal with the aftermath, he hurriedly drenched himself in the bathtub full of little yellow ducks, and let Tang Chen clean up the mess by himself.

He buried his head in the water and stared fixedly at the buttocks of the little yellow ducks on the water. One or two of these little yellow ducks raised their butts up high, which made him unhappy and spit out a bubble.

Gollum.

Cheng Geyun jumped out of the water, and then seriously suggested to Tang Chen: "Shall we have duck for lunch today? How about old duck stew?"

If he couldn't eat the little yellow duck, he could just eat their parents, which was Cheng Geyun's next best thing.

Tang Chen's craftsmanship is very good, at least it suits Cheng Geyun's taste.

Cheng Geyun remembered the fish he ate last time, and smelled the aroma of the kitchen, so he chased the aroma to the kitchen door with cleverness, and asked, "Aren't you from Xicheng?"

Tang Chen wore an apron, and nodded with his back facing him: "I settled down here after playing the game."

"I'm not either." Cheng Geyun teased Xiao Clever, and deliberately didn't give it food: "Although the food eaten by Xicheng people is sweet but greasy, I don't like it. If you choose a better taste, your food will be delicious. "

When he said this, Tang Chen turned his head and gave him a very gentle smile.

Cheng Geyun's breathing stagnated, and he seemed to see the little dimple again, but he also knew better than anyone else that the one with the dimple was Jiang Youzhao, not Tang Chen.

Jiang Youzhao learned to cook for him, all according to his taste.No one thought that although this person was born very well, he had never been in the kitchen before, but when he was approaching his forties, he would raise his sleeves to coax his little lover to cook.

Little Clever jumped up several times to fight for the rose, and jumped on the ground in a fit of anger, but when it bit the rose, it still hopped up and approached Cheng Geyun, then grabbed his trouser leg, and put its small head on his trouser leg Drilling in, reluctant to leave.

Cheng Geyun's heart was full of dark clouds, he looked down at it for half a minute, finally resigned to his fate, picked up his mobile phone and slumped aside, and sent Jiang Youzhao his newly modified password.

Cheng Geyun once enjoyed the process of entering the password facing the door of the house. Every time these numbers passed through his mind, it seemed to have a little more meaning, which caused him to ignore the fingerprints many times.

But now that Yu Shengyun is staring at him, his simple happiness no longer exists.

It started to rain outside after the meal, and Cheng Geyun didn't want to go out, so his mood was even worse. After finishing today's work, he suddenly turned around and asked Tang Chen: "Do you have the time and interest to accompany me to a place?"

He added: "We will drive ourselves."

Cheng Geyun bought four cans of Wangzai milk and some snacks, and it was still raining outside.

Tang Chen helped him fold the umbrella, and leaned over to help him wipe away the water droplets that accidentally got on his face.

"Let's go."

Not long after getting on the highway, the rain stopped.

Cheng Geyun casually opened a can of Wangzai milk, with the phone in his left ear, took a sip by himself, before handing it to Tang Chen.

Tang Chen lowered his head and drank, and heard Cheng Geyun asking for leave from the company.

"I almost died in the water yard yesterday." Cheng Geyun said to Ye Shufeng, "I'm going home on leave."

Ye Shufeng was stunned, and then smiled: "You haven't gone back for ten years, right? Why do you suddenly have the courage?"

"...It's been almost so long." Cheng Geyun raised his head, as if he was asking Ye Shufeng a question, or asking himself again, and answered: "Maybe it's because I have too much unhappiness in my heart. Apart from home, Where else can I go back? Yu Shengyun can even guess the password of my residence, it seems that he can't always wander outside."

"Are you planning to call it quits?" Ye Shufeng put it bluntly, and smiled, "Do you want to have a good time with your old man?"

Cheng Geyun also laughed, but he didn't make any answer. He just drank Wangzai's milk and played tricks: "Hi sister, goodbye sister, thank you sister for allowing me to take a vacation."

He pressed end.

Later, Cheng Geyun started to sing, and occasionally sang a few words along with him.

Cheng Geyun began to study broadcasting and media courses in high school. At that time, the teacher saw that he was tall and wanted him to be a model or an actor, but his academic performance was excellent. If he took this road only because of his hobby, he would not listen.

So compared to Tang Chen, who couldn't find the tune, Cheng Geyun's voice was superior and he had a good sense of music. When he sang, it could be called the sound of nature. Occasionally, when he passed by a beautiful scenery, he would even play Bbox on a whim.

After several hours of driving, Cheng Geyun proposed to change seats with Tang Chen and let him drive.

Tang Chen didn't have the ADHD characteristic of Cheng Geyun. He was rather tired, so he pulled the blanket on the car to cover him up and fell asleep.Cheng Geyun didn't realize this, the more acquainted he was, the more lively and troublesome he was, and the Jiangnan area was humid, so he would shout out when it rained, but no one agreed.

Only then did he notice that Tang Chen had fallen asleep, so he had to shut up and lower the volume.

In fact, there is no need to go through such a hassle. If you want to go home, you can do it with a ticket, but Cheng Geyun wants two people to take turns driving.But Tang Chen always seemed to show great connivance to Cheng Geyun, he would not say anything more, as long as Cheng Geyun proposed, he would follow suit and do his best to satisfy him.

He has been in the professional arena for several years, and his mental strength is very good. After resting enough, he drove for seven hours without waking up Cheng Geyun who woke up several times and then fell into a deep sleep.

Finally arrived in this city.

It was still raining in the sky, and the humid air was everywhere. The rain wet the walls, cars, and pedestrians before it fell to the ground.Cheng Geyun first found a hotel with him to wash and rest, and the next morning, he took Tang Chen to have breakfast.

In his memory, there was a breakfast restaurant that tasted very good. Sometimes when his father was busy with work, Cheng Geyun would go there to eat.

However, after walking around, he was greatly disappointed in the result. It turned out that the store had already transferred its facade, and he couldn't taste the taste of his childhood.

The store ceased seven years ago.

Tang Chen was still going to school near here at that time, so he knew better than Cheng Geyun, but he didn't say anything, he just asked: "Why don't we go look elsewhere?"

Cheng Geyun responded, and when he passed by a flower shop on the street, he took a few extra glances.

"Want to buy it?" Tang Chen asked, "Red roses?"

"No." Cheng Geyun didn't have any expression on his face. He shook his head and turned to the shopkeeper, "Give me ten white roses, thank you."

After breakfast, Cheng Geyun hugged the flowers and asked Tang Chen what his plans were.

Tang Chen seemed to see what he was thinking, and smiled slightly: "Don't you want to go home? I'll go to the hotel to sleep and get in touch when the time comes."

"it is good."

The two parted ways on the street, but Cheng Geyun suddenly turned around and called out to Tang Chen.

"I don't like you smoking." He asked, "Can you quit?"

"it is good."

Without saying much, the other party only answered him with one word.

When he was about to reach the end of the street, Tang Chen just looked back belatedly. Cheng Geyun's figure had already disappeared into the sea of ​​people. He looked at the trash can at the corner, and threw away the cigarette cases and lighters in his pocket by category.

Cheng Geyun hadn't returned to this city for so long, so long that he almost forgot his way home and many things.

Today's weather is not very good, cloudy.

The vines on the wall have just sprouted new shoots, the new green is interlaced with the old leaves, and yellow flowers are blooming somewhere.The petals are drenched by wind and rain again, tossing and falling to the ground, leaving fragrance for the soles of pedestrians' shoes, and finally being cleaned, entering the next cycle, and so on and on and on.

Just like the memory in the brain, people are always emotional, so when the love is deep, they will not let go, but one passenger after another will eventually arrive at the station, and the cycle continues until death.

He hugged his rose, walked through the streets humming "Bye-bye Darling", and finally gradually found the familiar things, and then followed this point to study the details, upstream, and came to the door of the old house.

Cheng Geyun would have someone come to clean it every month. The old house was unoccupied, but it didn't feel eerie, and because of the good lighting, it remained the same.

"Bye-bye Darling" came to an abrupt end, he stopped singing, took out the key, and opened the door.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Chuanjin, milkywaylll1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 8 bottles of Yu Yuyu; 6 bottles of Akita Wang;

Thank you, Mijiu