On Rickshaw Pullers and Lecturers

Zhou Long leaned on the balcony, lit a cigarette and smoked it. The smoke was very faint, just like the white clouds outside the window, but it became a visible color on Zhou Long's face.

Mr. Zhou is smoking!

Before this day, Chen Goudan had never seen his Mr. Zhou smoking any cigarettes, not to mention smoking, and he even drank relatively little alcohol. Most of them took a few sips after dinner to add to the fun, which was not as good as his drinking habit , Cup by cup, he drank a big bowl in one gulp.

Now, seeing Mr. Zhou's abnormal behavior, Chen Goudan knows that his mother must have had a deep influence on him, and he doesn't know what happened. He wanted to say it, but he was just talking about it. Chen Goudan understood this expression very well, and he often saw it on his mother's face—when he was robbed by the fifth child, she always so.

He quietly stood beside Mr. Zhou, looking at the road downstairs together with him.

After a long time, Zhou Long asked about him.

"You, don't you ask me why I smoke?"

"...Mr. Zhou, you have your own reasons. Although I have never seen Mr. Zhou smoking, it would be nice if you can relieve your worries by doing such a thing by chance!" Chen Goudan smirked again, even with Zhou Long The eyes of both eyes were dyed the same color, "When I am upset, I will do things that I would not do normally."

"Like?"

If Chen Goudan couldn't refuse anything, probably only Mr. Zhou's smile.

"When I was young, I was startled by the dog next door. I thought I could scare the dog. In the middle of the night, I went to the bamboo forest and chopped a bamboo, and then went to beat the dog. Although, I was taught a lesson by my father in the end. But the dog didn't dare to bark at me for a long time!"

"My Zhicai is really powerful."

He reached out and put his arms around Chen Goudan's shoulders, feeling the warmth, and suddenly realized that what he was worried about was just the things in the past.

Now, a long time has passed.

How can I think of it?

Then, Chen Goudan watched his lover stub out the cigarette, pointed at his lips, and showed a childish expression for the first time.

"I want to smell like you."

It was impossible for Chen Goudan to refuse all the reasonable demands of his Mr. Zhou, so, on this sunny day, on this balcony, he pressed Zhou Long's head, and stuck his tongue in, covering everything.

This was given to him by Mr. Zhou. Saying such words will make people fully feel the charm of kissing. Saying such words is like death.

Sometimes, Chen Goudan wonders if his Mr. Zhou is yearning to die, because his life is very ordinary, and he doesn't seem to have any goals, and occasionally he is a little pessimistic.

He has, wanted to buy a rickshaw, and now he has done so. Later, he saved a large sum of money to give his Mr. Zhou a residence in a safe place, and he is still working on it.

He cleaned the body fluid in Mr. Zhou's mouth heavily. It felt a bit sweet and greasy, like honey. The temperature next to his palm was very warm and soft, just like Mr. Zhou's chest when he was in a frenzy. As soft as hair, as soft as Mr. Zhou himself.

As long as Mr. Zhou needs him, he won't go anywhere, just stay where he is.

It would be nice if that was the case.

From the conversation in his imagination to the kiss now, it was actually only a short while, but when this time was over, they looked at each other, and they understood everything.

"Mr. Zhou, I, I, I am really, really..." After the kiss, Chen Goudan was unfortunately poisoned by his stuttering, which made Zhou Long laugh, "Let me first, first, I, my hometown , My home is on the edge of Ancheng and Cheng, I, well, I am the sixth child, I have nothing to do, just, just strength, great strength!"

He raised his head and saw his Mr. Zhou smilingly looking at him, the blush on his lips was as beautiful as the sunset glow he saw when he was lying in the straw pile in the evening, holy, but with a hint of lust .

It has been a very, very long time since meeting Mr. Zhou. Up to now, he still remembers the embarrassing appearance of himself waiting by the roadside in summer longing for the first guest to arrive.

And Mr. Zhou is his first customer.

This is how much luck he has exhausted to get this encounter?

Sensing his gaze, Zhou Long nodded in agreement.

"Yes, you have great strength, very good. As such a person, I am really honored to meet you, so don't pay too much attention to my father's words. He has one thing in his mouth, but another in his heart." What's more, according to what Zhu Youde said, I'm afraid father still wants us, since he wants, naturally he also..."

"I, I know!"

Chen Goudan said loudly like this, causing those brown eyes to be filled with a gentle and deep smile like a starry sky.

"So, don't worry, I just remembered something." Naturally, Zhou Long wanted to say it, withdrew his hand, leaned on the railing, and looked into the distance, "When I was young, I was closer to my father than to my mother. , my father also has a concubine, who is said to be his maid, and I have a deep relationship with her. Later, after he died, I looked at my mother again, and it has already caused a estrangement, but my mother is still very good to me , so good that I feel..."

Chen Goudan felt that Mr. Zhou's hand was trembling a little, so he reached out and held it.

Zhou Long was immersed in the memories, and suddenly felt the warmth of this area, and his eyes suddenly got wet.

"My mother once said to me, 'As a family, you are the eldest son. In the future, you will inherit the family business. I can't afford to offend you. Please do your best to give your younger siblings a good life'. It's so strange, it's so strange. I really thought we were mother and son, but, it turns out, I am no longer her 'son', at least..."

Zhou Long closed his eyes, his thoughts seemed to go back to the past along with the breeze.

"...I am not the son in her heart."

It seems that he has finished speaking, but Chen Goudan somehow feels that Mr. Zhou still has some words that are still silent in the past, like a scar that cannot be touched or healed.

He felt so distressed, such a sad Mr. Zhou, as if he returned to the Mr. Zhou who indulged him that night.

He took a big step forward and put his arms around Mr. Zhou.

"It's okay, Xingshun, I, I will always recognize you as, my partner."

"Really are."

Zhou Long opened his eyes and said a little funny.

"Sure enough, it's the idiot Zhicai—not cunning at all, and he doesn't know how to speak nice words."

"But you're right."

Zhou Long hugged Chen Goudan back and chuckled in his ear.

"We are a couple, and I am your companion, that's fine."

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Well, there is one more chapter, the countdown is on.