I made the hero cry after being dressed as a double

Unknowingly, the two of them have stayed in London for two months. Qu Mubai seldom has a full class. He spends all day in school. After school, he hurried home. When he opened the door, he saw At the door, Wen Heng was dressed neatly.

"want to go out?"

"Ah."

Wen Heng nodded, took the schoolbag behind Qu Mubai and put it on the cabinet next to Xuanhuan, "I went out for a walk today and found a good place."

"Where?" Qu Mubai was dragged out before entering the door, a little confused.

"You'll know when you come with me."

"What is so mysterious?" Qu Mubai was curious, but seeing that Wen Heng didn't intend to answer his doubts, he didn't ask any more questions, and was dragged out obediently.

Perhaps he did not expect that there were such deep alleys in London. Qu Mubai followed Wen Heng and turned left and right until a shop full of flowers appeared in front of him.

"The good place you mentioned is here?" Qu Mubai looked left and right, but he didn't find any difference between this shop and other flower shops, and he was speechless for a while.

"Yeah." Wen Heng ignored Qu Mubai's complicated mood, and dragged him in.

When the door was pushed open, the wind chimes on the door frame shook gently, making a series of crisp and pleasant bells. The proprietress raised her head from the flowers, smoothed the hair scattered around her ears, and said softly, "Welcome."

Pure Chinese accent.

Qu Mubai raised his eyebrows, he never imagined that there would be a shop opened by his family outside of Chinatown.

"Gentlemen, what kind of flowers are you going to buy?"

The woman got up and came out from behind, and stood next to the two of them. Before they could answer, she said with a smile, "Today's rose is very good."

"You can see that we..." Qu Mubai didn't say the rest, but the woman also understood what he meant, she smiled and said,

"Well, it can be seen that the two gentlemen look at each other with love."

Qu Mubai glanced at Wen Heng, and found that he was also looking at him. The two looked at each other, and laughed at the same time.Wen Heng rubbed Qu Mubai's head, and pushed him in front of the flowers, "See if there is anything you like."

"..." Qu Mu gave him a blank look, "You clearly know what I like?!"

"Then I choose?"

"No, I'll pick it myself."

……

The proprietress couldn't help laughing while watching the bickering between the two people in front of her.

In the end Qu Mubai still chose red roses, roses symbolize love, and red, just like his character, is warm and lush, and once he decides, he will never let go.

"How about Eleven?"

The proprietress suggested, "Eleven flowers have a good meaning, symbolizing a lifetime, and they are more convenient to carry. What do you two think?"

Qu Mubai thought for a while, and felt that it made sense. Just as he was about to answer, he heard Wen Heng's voice of refusal next to him.

"It's okay, we want 99 flowers."

"Why do you want so many?" Qu Mubai was curious. He only knew that red roses symbolized love, but he didn't have any specific understanding of what a few roses represented. He thought it would be easy to take home a dozen or so. There are nearly 100 pieces, where should I put them?

He looked at Wen Heng curiously, seeing that he just lowered his head and took out his wallet without answering his question, and turned his gaze to the proprietress, but only got a smiling face and an inexplicable sentence,

"bless all of you."

...what the hell?

Qu Mubai was confused, and stood in front of the counter with Wen Heng, waiting for the proprietress to pack the roses for them. During the process, he shook Wen Heng's hand and wanted him to give him an answer, but the man pretended to be mysterious and ignored him. He, there was no way, Qu Mubai turned his head angrily.

fine!

It's not like he doesn't know how to check!

However, when he finally remembered to take out his mobile phone, the proprietress came over with a packaged bouquet.

"Thank you."

Wen Heng took the bouquet and handed it to Qu Mubai, and when he was about to take Qu Mubai away after giving the money to the proprietress, he was stopped by the woman behind him, "Two gentlemen, please wait a moment."

As she spoke, she took out two small bamboo tubes from the hidden compartment under the counter. The small one had a blue body with a circle of cracks in the middle. It seemed that it could be opened from the middle, and there was a red tassel on the top. , shaking slightly with the woman's movements, "Give it to you as a souvenir."

Wen Heng paused for a moment, reached out his hand and thanked him with a smile.

……

"What's the use of this?" Qu Mubai was holding a large bouquet of roses, and turned his head to look at the small bamboo tube in Wen Heng's hand, curious about what use such a small thing could be?Can't put down a pen.

"It's always useful, you can move your little head and think about it."

"...Come on you." Qu Mubai rolled his eyes, watched Wen Heng open the bamboo tube, and suddenly thought of the scene of the flying pigeon passing the book in the TV series, he had an idea, "You said we tied this thing to the pigeon's leg How about it?"

"What are you doing tied to a pigeon's leg?"

"Flying pigeons to send letters! You use pigeons to deliver letters to me at home."

"..." Wen Heng was speechless, "Shake your little head."

"what happened?"

"Did you hear the sound of the water inside?"

"……roll."

Qu Mubai bumped him with his shoulder, just making a joke, what kind of personal attack is he doing, but seeing the hollow design inside, he thought about it seriously, "Why don't we use it as a time capsule, let's write what we want in it. Put some of the words you said to the other party into it and bury it under the persimmon tree in the backyard, and wait...when you have a chance, come and take a look."

"..." Wen Heng knew what his pause meant, "Okay."

"Then what are you going to write?"

"It's meaningless to say it."

"Hey!"

……

The red wine by the window sill seemed to be drunk by the sky, warming the breeze and turning the clouds red. Under the setting sun, the silhouettes of the two gradually elongated and elongated. From a distance, they seemed to merge together.

A carefree teenager, with a doting smile on his lover's face, the two of them holding hands, strolling through the streets of London, enjoying the comfort before evening.

"What are you going to write?" Qu Mubai lay on the table, looked up at the young man holding a pen opposite him, his cheeks were slightly swollen from being squeezed, like a little hamster stealing candy, opening his eyes to prepare Another one when the owner is not paying attention.

"..." Wen Heng was helpless, looking down at him with his chin in his hands, "Didn't I say to put it in the bamboo tube, let me tell you now, is it still necessary to put it in?"

"...If you don't say it, don't say it." Qu Mubai pursed his lips, lying on the table to write his own, and didn't ask any more questions.

……

"Just bury it here." Under the persimmon tree with lush branches and leaves, two people squatted there, dug up the soil next to them with a small shovel, solemnly put two bamboo tubes filled with secrets, and buried them , a thin layer of soil was sprinkled on it, and when I got up, there was also a small red flower mark under the persimmon tree.

Although, someone insisted that he was drawing a rose.

At this time, it was completely dark, and the orange wall lamp on the gate of the house had already started to work. Miss Mary, who likes to socialize, and her best friend of decades went on a trip again. Without the laughter of the old girl, the whole yard The place was quiet, Wen Heng clapped his hands and stood up, staring at the place in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Qu Mubai felt that something was wrong with him.

"It's okay." Wen Heng shook his head, but the frowning eyebrows have not been smoothed since then.

Always felt……

I have a bad feeling.

"It's okay, why are you frowning?" Qu Mubai pulled Wen Heng to sit on a bench in the yard, and sat on Wen Heng's lap, stretching out his fingers to gently smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

"It's okay, don't keep frowning, you will grow old quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wrist touching Wen Heng's cheek was suddenly pulled, and without support, he fell into the boy's arms.

"you……"

Lips were suddenly kissed.

……what.

The two looked at each other, Wen Heng leaned closer and kissed him again, warm breaths intersected each other, slowly, the lips were pried open, Qu Mubai put one hand on the back of the chair, and the other tightly Grabbing Wen Heng's hand, fingers intertwined.

The breeze blew gently, as if trying to smooth out the heat in the small courtyard, and the flickering stars were also shy to hide in the clouds at this moment, leaving only the crooked moon above their heads, gently covering the two of them. There was a layer of moonlight like water.

The panting gradually became heavier, and the matter seemed to be developing in an indescribable place. Qu Mubai raised his head, and the moment their lips parted, a silver thread seemed to be pulled out.

"how……"

He stopped talking suddenly, sitting on Wen Heng's lap, he obviously felt the change of the situation, his face turned red suddenly, and he wanted to get off the boy in embarrassment, but he was grabbed,

"What's wrong……"

"Ok?"

Wen Heng licked the corner of his mouth, but the color in his eyes hadn't faded.

Inexplicably feeling a little hot, Qu Mubai put his hands around Wen Heng's neck, feeling the hand on his waist, through the shirt, he felt that the skin was about to burn.

Usually like a Teddy, when he really goes into battle, he will coax one of them. Qu Mubai, who is blushing and stammering, said, "I... let's go into the house."

"What are you doing in the house?" Wen Heng teased him sincerely.

"..."

Qu Mubai rolled his eyes, he didn't know why he asked, "I'm cold, I want to go back to the house to get some clothes."

Wen Heng laughed twice, kissed the red apple's chin again, hugged Qu Mubai's waist and picked him up in a child's posture, causing the other party to exclaim,

"What?!"

"Go into the house."

Qu Mubai put his arms around Wen Heng's neck and looked left and right. Fortunately, it was completely dark at this time, but he was still a little embarrassed.

"Wen Heng, put me down!"

"You call me nice."

"..." Qu Mubai hugged Wen Heng tightly with both hands, and his whole body was huddled in his arms, with a soft appearance, but his mouth was stubborn, clenching his teeth just because he didn't want to follow Wen Heng's wish .Feeling the warm breathing sound next to the ear, slipping wet and softly, I only felt a tingling numbness directly spreading from the ear to the waist.

Heart, itchy, numb.

Something broke out from the bottom of my heart.