Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

Jiang Song was itchy by his hair, and shrank back slightly, "What does it smell like, isn't it the smell of shampoo?"

Gu Changxi buried his head in his shoulder and couldn't get up, "Uncle, would you like to watch a movie with me?"

"Aren't you not allowed to watch movies?" Jiang Song was a little surprised, and pressed down his prickly hair.

Gu Changxi tilted his head, "If you don't go to the cinema, watch it at home."

Jiang Song thought that watching a movie was not a big deal. Anyway, he knew the company documents that Xing Ce brought him, and he would have finished packing them before tomorrow.

He remembered that there was microwave popcorn at home that he had bought before, and it was probably not cleaned up by Gu Changzhen in the corner.

Sure enough, there was still a pack of buttered popcorn left in the kitchen drawer that survived Gu Changxi's sweep.

Jiang Song limped and put the popcorn in the microwave, and the air was soon filled with the sweet aroma of cream and corn.

As soon as Jiang Song took out the popcorn, Gu Changxi picked him up from behind.

"Ancestor!" Jiang Song complained to him: "It scared me so much that I almost fell to the ground!"

Gu Changxi ignored him and carried him to the screening room.

When he was at home by himself, he rarely watched movies.

Because he always feels that the stories in the movies are all made up, and they are all hypocritical over and over again.

At best, the reverberation in this room is good, and he will come to listen to the opera and play a section of huqin along with it.

Gu Changxi loaded a roll of film into the projector.

The lights in the room dimmed.

Jiang Song has not recovered his qualifications to smoke and drink, so he can only chew popcorn with tea water.

"You used to watch movies when you were abroad?" Now that Gu Changxi's time abroad is not so sensitive, Jiang Song gradually dared to mention it.

Although he also paid attention to Gu Changzhen in the past, but what he followed from the detective was definitely different from what he asked from himself.

"It counts." Gu Changxi sat cross-legged on the carpet, "It counts as a task, I need to watch a movie every week."

"Mission? Is there such a mission?" Jiang Song quickly figured it out by himself, "Is it the kind of homework left by the school club? Do you need to hand in deconstruction and reflections?"

He was in that film club when he was in school.

Gu Changzhen smiled lightly, "That's right."

"What kind of movies do you watch?" Jiang Song was curious about every part of Gu Changzhen's life that he didn't participate in. "A plot? Or a suspense?"

"No, just some light-hearted comedies." Gu Changxi smiled, "Sometimes I watch nature documentaries."

Jiang Song nodded, "That will help you relax."

A piece of lyrical music ends and the movie begins.

Jiang Song grabbed the popcorn one by one from the glass bowl, making the room full of milky fragrance.

The front of the movie is very ordinary.

A rich boy who left his hometown was dispatched by his father to practice in a deserted farm.

Accustomed to being pampered, the protagonist can't stand corn meal and hard bed boards, and especially can't stand the vulgar and low-level gatekeeper on the farm.

"This gatekeeper is quite handsome." Jiang Song was afraid that Gu Changzhen would be uncomfortable in the screening room, so he had nothing to say to him. "You are young, and your skin is very healthy."

"You like dark skin?" Gu Changxi turned his head to look at him, half of his face was illuminated by the light returning from the curtain.

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Song just said casually, without thinking about it, "It's natural to be healthy."

Halfway through the progress bar, the rich man's attitude towards the gatekeeper became more and more distasteful, and he vented all his dissatisfaction with life on him.

The gatekeeper seemed to tolerate him indefinitely.

Jiang Song raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is this movie about watching the main character bullying people?"

Later, the father of the rich family was seriously ill, and he sent a message from home hoping that he would return home as soon as possible.

This also means that he will return to the aristocratic life where the bells and whistles are eaten, and he will never have to return to this dilapidated farm.

The two protagonists sat at the dinner table without speaking, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

It was like a silent farewell.

Jiang Song began to feel that there was something wrong with the movie.

The previous plots have gradually been explained, as if the bridge in the love story between a man and a woman happened between a man and a man.

He didn't speak anymore, holding the half-empty popcorn bowl.

The rich man said he was leaving, and the gatekeeper walked up to him, leaned over and lifted his chin.

The two just kissed.

Jiang Song saw tears falling from the corner of the rich man's eyes.

He blinked slowly.

The rich man is begging the gatekeeper to follow him, and respond to the prosperous city with everything.

Although he also knew that it was childish and futile.

He is the upper class who enjoys the most advanced civilization of the society and also bears the most attention, and the gatekeeper lives on the farm and will eventually die on the farm.

He was just about to ask Gu Changxi why he wanted to watch such a naive movie when he saw the rich man start to unbutton his shirt.

In fact, there are some similar shots in the front, but Jiang Song only thinks that they take off their clothes and sleep together, and don't think much about it.

The porter closed his open neckline and buttoned it again.

The rich man untied it again.

After buckling and unfastening, the two kept fighting in silence.

Finally, the rich man pulled the neckline, and the pearl buttons wrapped in gold jingled and fell to the ground.

He just raised his head in disheveled clothes and kissed the gatekeeper.

Jiang Song felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It's similar to the feeling when I heard Lao Tian scolding He Yilan, my heart was surging, and my face was burning red.

The gatekeeper pushed the rich man against the wall.

The skin tones of the two blended together like milk poured into hot chocolate.

Jiang Song's eyes widened.

Hearing is one thing, seeing and hearing is another.

The chocolate melted into the bulging milk.

The rich man was still scolding the gatekeeper, but the voice was intermittent, and it was painful and happy to listen to.

He's seen Gu Changzhen's before, it's even more exaggerated than that strong chocolate.

If the gatekeeper was replaced by Gu Changxi, he would be worried about the safety of the rich family.

Jiang Song bent his crossed legs calmly, and took a pillow from the side to hug him.

There was no ups and downs on Gu Changxi's side face, and he seemed to be just watching the movie seriously.

Finally, the rich man boarded the carriage going north.

The story of two people started simply and ended without a problem.

The ending song sounded, and the black and white subtitles scrolled on the screen.

The light in the room grew dimmer.

"Turn on the light?" Gu Changxi seemed to have just watched an ordinary movie, and there was nothing unusual in his tone.

"No...cough," Jiang Song was taken aback by his hoarse voice as soon as he opened his mouth, "You go out first, I'll clean up this."

Gu Changxi looked at the carpet with a smile, took a sip of Jiang Song's tea, "Is there anything else to clean up?"

Seeing his Adam's apple rolling, Jiang Song swallowed subconsciously, "Maybe I've been sitting for a long time, my legs are a little numb, take it easy."

The smile on Gu Changzhen's face turned into nervousness, "Numb? Are you uncomfortable?"

Jiang Song was afraid that he would hug him again, so he quickly waved his hands, "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter."

As soon as Gu Changxi grabbed his ankle, he immediately retreated subconsciously.

The pillow in his arms was pressed between his legs, and Jiang Song gasped uncontrollably.

Gu Changxi tilted his head and looked at him, wanting to take the pillow in his hand.

Jiang Song refused, "I'm cold."

Gu Changxi took a blanket to wrap him up, but he couldn't help but hold him on his lap.

Although he was hugged, there was an advantage that the blanket could cover him up.

Just as Jiang Song breathed a sigh of relief, he felt Gu Changzhen's hand reach under the blanket.

"Gu Changxi!" Jiang Song struggled like a fish out of the water, "Let go!"

"Hush—" Gu Changxi hugged him, half confining him and half comforting him, "It's not shameful, it's normal."

Jiang Song thought he didn't see it, and now his whole face was flushed, angry and embarrassed.

Gu Changxi gently rubbed his lower back, "It's okay, just relax a little bit."

"I... really want to beat you up." Jiang Song was about to drive him mad, but there was a big difference in strength between him and Gu Changzhen, not to mention that his legs were not in good shape, so he couldn't break free at all.

"This is not the first time." Gu Changxi's voice was still calm, "Of the things I can do for you, this is just a small one."

Jiang Song was so rubbed by him that he could hardly breathe, and he couldn't help reaching out to press the blanket, "I, myself..."

"Shh, relax a little bit." Gu Changxi kissed the back of his neck lightly.

Jiang Song is too thin and too white.

There is a bulge in the middle of the back of his neck, which is now covered with a thin layer of sweat, and shimmers with tiny light as his body trembles.

Like the thousands of turns of opal stone.

"No..." Jiang Song encouraged resistance with his remaining rationality.

Gu Changxi was raised by him alone.

It's too beastly for me to do that kind of thing to him.

He's an uncle, he can't and shouldn't.

What's more, he had already told Gu Changxi that it was impossible for him to promise his future.

Jiang Song cannot be a gatekeeper who has no position.

Gu Changxi's hands ignited all over his body, and Jiang Song tried his best to reason with him: "Chang, Changxi, I don't have any opinion on whether you like men or women, but I hope you can find someone who can be with you in the future." You grow old together, if he knows you..."

Gu Changxi's movements under his hands were heavy, and Jiang Song almost bit his own tongue.

He grabbed Gu Changxi's shoulder, unable to speak a whole sentence.

"I know what uncle wants to say." Gu Changxi's voice was almost emotionless, "But we are all adults, and there is no need to talk about whether we like it or not. No matter who I find in the future, He doesn't care about that either."

Most of Jiang Song's attention was on maintaining his breathing. He was struggling to breathe, as if he was about to suffocate in the next second.

"No..." There was a little pain on his face.

Gu Changzhen's tone softened immediately, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Jiang Song couldn't tell if he was uncomfortable.

He felt like he was riding a strong sweat horse, as if he was about to fall off at any time, but he couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of rushing upwards.

As soon as Gu Changzhen's movements slowed down, Jiang Song grabbed his hand from outside the blanket, "I myself..., you go out."

"This is really a very common thing," Gu Changxi seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, "Uncle, don't worry about being responsible for such a small matter."

Jiang Song was so excited that he could barely open his eyes, and he couldn't breathe well, "Usually? It will happen between your friends...?"

Gu Changxi smiled, "Uncle, you know, I don't have many friends."

……

Ever since he got a hand with Gu Changzhen that day, Jiang Song didn't want to see him for a while.

But he was a little tired that day, and couldn't wake up by himself for two days.

Gu Changxi never let him go to bed before dinner, even if he took two bites and then fell asleep, he still had to get up to eat.

Originally, his appetite was self-willed, and Jiang Song was prepared for indigestion as before, and the medicine was in the bedside table anyway.

But a few times when he woke up in a daze, Gu Changzhen was gently rubbing his stomach.

Jiang Song couldn't tell whether it was now or when Gu Changzhen was a child, so he comforted him sleepily: "It doesn't hurt, it's okay, stop rubbing."

"Sleep peacefully, I'm here."

Jiang Song thought dizzily that it was because of you that I was not at ease.

But rubbing it was really comfortable, and he fell asleep again before he could even say a word.

After resting on the bed for two days, Jiang Song got up refreshed and felt that his legs had almost recovered.

He went to the cloakroom and picked out a suit that he usually wears to work, and was going to ask Xing Ce to pick him up.

"Don't wear this." Gu Changxi put the casual suit he took back into the cabinet, and re-fitted him with a more refined formal suit.

Jiang Song looked at him blankly, "I changed from a boss to a part-time worker, do I have to dress more formally?"

Gu Changxi stretched out his hand to hold his waist, and he left as soon as he touched it, as if he just measured it, "It's still too thin."

"...Mr. Gu?" Jiang Song questioned him while changing his clothes, tilting his head.

Gu Changxi waited for him to change his clothes, and took him to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He supported Jiang Song's waist with one hand, and gently pinned the broken hair behind his ear, "I took over the project of 'Castle in the Sky' with Jiang's family as the unit. Today's first consortium meeting, I need you and I'll be there together."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-09-1817:35:53~2021-09-1920:33:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Tanhen, Gagatu, the text-reading machine without emotion, 54687660, and the workers only read one cookie;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2667114620 bottles; 796 bottles of Jiujiu; 5 bottles of Beiyu; 1 bottle of Yuexia;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?