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The author has something to say: Tony Lu: fierce 1?Are you stronger than me?

After Xu Yao heard Lu Sheng's words, his arms stiffened for a moment, and finally he slowly let go of the corner of Lu Sheng's clothes. He gently pushed the person beside him, lowered his eyes to think for a moment, and whispered, "Maybe we now... "

Feeling Xu Yao's movements, Lu Sheng rubbed the top of his hair lightly through the black air, interrupting Xu Yao's words, "Don't rush to reject me, I know, it might be too much for you. Soon, and, I also know what you are worried about, I haven't started chasing, you can make a decision after chasing, okay? You can give me an answer anytime. "

Xu Yao stood up straight and said, "I just want to say, maybe we can try to understand a little bit more..."

After listening to Xu Yao's words, Lu Sheng smiled silently, his chest was soft, he slowly slowed down his breathing, and pulled Xu Yao out of the dressing room.

When the two of them came out of the dark and narrow space, the sun was still hanging above their heads outside. Xu Yao got used to the darkness for a while, and squinted his eyes because of the sunlight. He raised his hand to cover the sun above his head, and looked at the lawn. At a glance, I saw a few white spots scattered deep in the lawn from a distance. It was the golf ball he had just hit.

The thin wind blew on Xu Yao's cheeks, covering the red marks that had just been dyed in the dressing room. The hair on his forehead was a bit long, and a few strands of hair covered his eyelashes.

Lu Sheng asked Xu Yao, "What are your plans for later?"

Xu Yao fiddled with the hair on his forehead a few times, and said casually: "The hair is a bit long, I want to cut it."

Lu Sheng glanced back at him, stretched out his hand to stroke the hair on his forehead and said, "Maybe I can cut it for you."

"No." Xu Yao shook his head firmly.

Before coming to France, he didn’t cut his hair. It was his omission. His current hairstyle has always been like this. One is because he is used to it, and the other is that this hairstyle suits him best. He never cut his hair in France. He doesn’t know. , Will French barbers understand what it means to trim a little.

after an hour……

Xu Yao sat on a stool in the bathroom, with a waterproof apron around his neck, and looked at himself in the glasses. His hair had been washed, and it was sticking to his skin wetly. The hair on his forehead was indeed a bit too much. Long, wet hair covering the eyes, uncomfortable.

He glanced at Lu Sheng who was standing beside him holding scissors, and asked him again uncertainly, "Lu Sheng, are you sure you can do it?"

Lu Sheng tried it with the scissors, and made a few "click click" sounds. He shook the scissors in front of Xu Yao and said, "I think I should be able to do it."

Xu Yao raised his eyelids and said, "...I shouldn't."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to untie the scarf around his neck, "I think, I'd better cut it after I return to China."

Lu Sheng smiled and pressed his shoulder, corrected what he said just now, and said affirmatively: "I can, maybe you can trust the aesthetics of a person who can draw."

Xu Yao frowned, "I'm not questioning your aesthetics, I'm questioning the scissors in your hand, professional things, maybe it's better to leave them to professional people."

"Then I can give you a cut first, if not, we'll go to the barber shop."

Xu Yao thought for a while and nodded, "Yes, then you can come."

Lu Sheng looked down at Xu Yao, his lips were tightly pursed, his brows were tightly furrowed, his half-down eyelashes covered the emotion in his eyes, his face looked as if he was facing an enemy, he wanted to laugh a little, but he held back, He took a comb and combed a strand of Xu Yao's hair. When the scissors fell, a bit of hair fell to the ground, and Xu Yao closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Lu Sheng had finished cutting him. Xu Yao stood up and looked in the mirror. The hair on his forehead was a little shorter, revealing a smooth forehead. The hairstyle hasn't changed much. Much cleaner.

"You can really cut your hair," he said.

Lu Sheng took the scissors, "I'm a partner in the gallery now, and I used to be a hairdresser. I think it's interesting and I learned from him."

Xu Yao looked at himself in the glasses again, "The cut is really good, not worse than a professional one."

"I'll wash and wash your hair again." Lu Sheng said.

Xu Yao took off the apron, "I can wash it myself. I sweated a little while playing golf just now. I just took a shower."

"Okay, I'll take you to the town in the afternoon." Lu Sheng put away his things and left the bathroom.

In the end, Lu Sheng took Xu Yao to the tavern in the town. In many taverns in Bordeaux, there were many surprises. In the past, Xu Yao would go to the taverns near the winery when he came to France.

In the end, they chose a tavern with a good environment. It was still early, and there were not many people in the tavern, in twos and threes, with warm orange light, and the bartender behind the bar was wiping their glasses.

They found a seat near the window and finished cooking. At the suggestion of the waiter, they ordered a few more French dishes, and Xu Yao chose two new wines.

While waiting for the meal, Lu Sheng received a call from Tan Ziping. The music in the tavern was a bit loud. After talking to Xu Yao, he went out to answer the call with his mobile phone.

Xu Yao was sitting on the seat and swiping his phone boredly. After a while, a tall figure landed beside him.

Xu Yao looked up, he was a French man with a suit and bow tie, the pomade on his hair was even a little reflective, and he was wearing a pair of black leather gloves.

He doesn't like such people, the reason is very simple, such "gentlemen" often only exist on the surface, he doesn't want to talk to him, he is playing with his phone with his head down.

The man said in French: "May I have a drink?"

Xu Yao frowned after listening, pretending not to understand what he said, and said in Chinese: "Sorry, I don't understand French."

"Are you Chinese?" Xu Yao was slightly surprised that the French gentleman could speak Chinese, but his Chinese was not very good, and it sounded like a sauerkraut jar.

His mother likes to pickle Sichuan kimchi, and has used a kimchi jar for many years...

"My name is Brian, and I'm a detective in this small town. I work for the police station in the town." The French man sat directly opposite Xu Yao without his permission, and began to chatter, "There are often people in this small town. There was a homicide..."

Xu Yao frowned, "...the seat you are sitting on belongs to my friend."

The French man pretended not to understand and continued talking.

Xu Yao looked back, but he didn't see Lu Sheng, so he was suddenly a little irritable.

The French man continued: "I have been working in the police station since I was in my twenties. It has been 20 years. Everyone in this small town knows me."

Xu Yao looked around, and the bartender who was mixing drinks at the bar really glanced in their direction from time to time, probably not looking at him, but looking at the people opposite him, it seemed that they all knew him.

Xu Yao turned his head and said to the person opposite: "My friend will be back soon."

He actually wanted to get up and leave, but his meal and wine hadn't been served yet, and he didn't want to waste it.

The French man noticed that Xu Yao was absent-minded, took off the gloves in his hand, tapped his fingers on the table, and made a clicking sound, "Sir, can I introduce you? I am quite interested in you."

"I already have a boyfriend." Xu Yao said impatiently.

"I don't mind," said the French man.

Xu Yao: "...I mind."

After he finished speaking, the waiter at the bar brought over two glasses of wine, "The wine you ordered."

Xu Yao took a look, it was two glasses of white wine, he didn't order it, so it was ordered by the French man opposite, the waiter first put the wine glasses on the table on the table, then nodded slightly at him, and picked up the tray Take the paper towel on the table and show it to Xu Yao.

Xu Yao glanced at it, and wrote in French on the tissue: "He is a liar."

Xu Yao nodded his thanks to the waiter after reading, "Thank you."

The waiter left with the plate, and the French man picked up the wine glass, "Can we have a glass of wine together?"

Xu Yao wanted to see if Lu Sheng was back, but as soon as he turned his head, there was a little bit of familiar sandalwood on the tip of his nose, as well as the sound of breathing that he was already familiar with.

When he saw Lu Sheng clearly, the impatience on Xu Yao's face disappeared instantly, his eyes lit up a little, and he felt a lot more relieved for no reason.

"You're back?" Xu Yao raised his head and said to Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng put his arm on Xu Yao's shoulder, then raised his eyebrows and looked at the person opposite Xu Yao, "You can go."

The French man was still holding a wine glass in his hand. Lu Sheng picked up the wine glass on Xu Yao's table, clinked the glass with the French man, then raised his head, drank it down, and commented: "This glass of wine is not as good as the wine produced in my winery. The lowest-grade wine, the acidity is not enough, the taste is thin, and there is no taste, my family Yaoyao doesn't like to drink this kind of wine, you can really go this time."

The French man's face turned red and black, and he gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to refute, because he knew Lu Sheng, the small owner of the winery in the town, and he had seen it in the newspaper before.

He stood up and walked away in a hurry.

Xu Yao asked him: "Have you finished the phone call?"

"It's over, the bartender from just now went out and told me." Lu Sheng sat opposite Xu Yao, and pointed to the bartender on the bar.

Afterwards, the two had a quiet meal. Xu Yao's cell phone on the table rang in the middle of the meal. It was a WeChat message sent to him by Cong Xing.

Cong Xing: "Where are you? Come out and play."

Xu Yao: "In France."

"Why did you go to France?" Cong Xing asked him, "With whom?"

Xu Yao replied: "Follow Lu Sheng."

When he was hiding from Lu Sheng some time ago, he mentioned Lu Sheng to Cong Xing, and also mentioned their relationship.

Cong Xing sent him back an emoji that had seen through everything, and then asked him immediately: "Do you like him?"

Although Xu Yao's gaze was on the phone, he could feel the gaze from the other side, which disturbed Xu Yao's thoughts a bit, so he kept looking at Cong Xing's question for a few seconds.

Cong Xing didn't receive a reply, so he asked him another question: "Then let me ask you a question."

Xu Yao: "What's the problem?"

"Do you like his body?"

Seeing that he didn't reply, Cong Xing directly answered for him, "You are silent, it means you like it, Xu Yao, you have to be careful, liking someone's body is not far from liking him. "

Xu Yao replied disapprovingly: "I don't agree with your point of view, liking a person is not just because of his body that makes people desire. The deeper soul and a person's thoughts are the most important. The skins are very similar, but the soul is one in a million."

Cong Xing replied to him with a voice message for a few seconds. Xu Yao wanted to convert it into text, but with a touch of his fingertip, he clicked on the voice message of Cong Xing. When he wanted to close it, it was too late. .

Cong Xing's voice came out: "Xu Yao, if you don't like him, after you return to China, I'll save you a game and introduce Meng 1 to you."