waiting for dawn

Qin Liming's center of gravity was already unstable, and this push made him stagger again. Teacher Fan quickly supported him, "You child, why can't you learn to respect the teacher?"

Zhang Tuming lazily kicked the pebbles under his feet, "Isn't it enough to respect you?"

Teacher Fan has a lot of people, and he still asked Qin Liming, "Xiao Qin, it's so late, I'll drive you back."

"Ah, no need." Qin Liming waved his hand, "I rode a motorcycle."

After saying that, he thought about it again, and grabbed Zhang Tuming from behind, "Otherwise, let him go by car, anyway, he will drop by the way, and just deliver it to my door."

"You live together? Is Xiao Lu okay?"

"Oh, hehe, just this time..."

Zhang Tuming's patience was finally completely exhausted, he ignored the unfinished politeness of the two people, stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, turned around and left.

Sure enough, Qin Liming chased after him briskly, and at the same time, he didn't forget to turn his head to say goodbye to Teacher Fan. Zhang Tuming's strides were long, and Qin Liming could only trot to keep up, "You can't smoke."

Zhang Tuming ignored him, and he continued: "Smoking is not good, it will easily stain your teeth. Students are not allowed to smoke. Although you are not in school now, I am your teacher after all..."

Zhang Tuming took a few puffs, then stopped suddenly, Qin Liming followed him and slammed on the brakes, then he watched Zhang Tuming snuff out the cigarette end at his fingertips, stared at him and said, "Stretch your hand."

Qin Liming stretched out a hand in a daze.

At the same time, what landed on his palm was the stubbed cigarette butt. Because it had just been smoked, the cigarette holder was still wet, and there was obviously no spark, but Qin Liming felt that he had carried a pack of explosives.

He didn't make a fist, nor did he put it down, he could only maintain the posture just now, Zhang Tuming frowned, "Go and throw it."

"This won't work, you can throw it yourself."

"Then you just stand here." Zhang Tuming clapped his palms and took another step.

Qin Liming finally trotted all the way and threw away his cigarette butt, and trotted back to his side, panting and grabbing his arm, "Tu Ming, that boss said you were..."

"Gay?" Zhang Tuming kept walking.

Qin Liming seemed ashamed to say these three words, and muttered for a while, "Are you?"

"Do you think I am?" Zhang Tuming glanced lightly at Qin Liming's hand tightly wrapped around his arm, "Why do I think you look more like me?"

Qin Liming hurriedly let go of him, and at the same time softly defended, "I was afraid you would run away."

"Crazy." Zhang Tuming scolded in a low voice, "Not all those who work in gay bars are gay."

Qin Liming let out a sigh of relief, and his tone became much lighter, "I knew you were not, otherwise I would really not be able to explain to your grandfather."

Zhang Tuming snorted coldly.

Qin Liming's electric car is a small electric car, it doesn't seem to be able to bear the weight of two grown men, especially Zhang Tuming, it's a bit wronged to let such a tall man curl up on it.

But he stepped onto the back seat of the car first, Qin Liming was stunned aside, Zhang Tuming said impatiently: "Why? Why don't you ride fast?"

Qin Liming nodded, and stepped onto the front seat. As soon as his feet were on the ground, Zhang Tuming took his feet in the back seat.

Because it was pulled too hard, Qin Liming's knees were not ready for a while, and when he bent slightly, the car fell to the side.

Zhang Tuming really didn't do it on purpose, at least not at all, he just didn't expect Qin Liming to be so weak.

He reacted quickly and jumped out of the back seat, but Qin Liming was firmly pressed under the car.

Although the car wasn't heavy, the feeling of being pressed by a lump of iron probably wouldn't be too pleasant. Zhang Tuming pulled the car away with one hand, and said angrily, "Are you still a man?"

Qin Liming's arm was cut again, and even under the dim streetlights, it could be seen that his wound was slightly oozing blood. Get up on the ground.

But Zhang Tuming bent over slightly, "Are you crying?"

Qin Liming sniffed, "No..."

Zhang Tuming obviously didn't believe it, so he looked at him a little closer. Just now, when Qin Liming was pushed down by the security guards, he noticed that the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were flushed with emotion, even if he hadn't squeezed out yet. Tears are also a gesture of crying.

What's more, he still has a pair of drooping eyes like a doormat, and he rubbed against the wind twice, looking more like he has cried.

Qin Liming was very uncomfortable when he saw him, so he quickly got up from the ground, without hesitation to pat off the dirt on his trousers, he stepped onto the front seat again, and this time he propped himself up with both feet before he said to Zhang Tuming: " Come up."

Zhang Tuming's posture in the back seat was like squatting in a hole. The night near the sea is always a bit cold, but Qin Liming's body is obviously not enough to block him from the wind.Qin Liming wore a white t-shirt, the hem of which was tucked into the trousers in a very old-fashioned way. When the wind blew, a big bag bulged out on the back.

Zhang Tuming was bored, so he stretched out his hand and poked it. His knuckles were too long, and he poked Qin Liming's spine at once. Qin Liming shook, and immediately moved half of his butt forward.

Zhang Tuming sneered in his heart, and then he became a little narrow-minded, and said, "I'm about to be pushed down, can I help you?"

Qin Liming didn't say a word, and Zhang Tuming started directly. Qin Liming has a slender figure, and the waist and hips are even more narrow. With his hands together, he can almost reach the end of the hoop.

Qin Liming was obviously uncomfortable, and Zhang Tuming's hands increased a little, "What are you twisting?"

"I..." Qin Liming's voice couldn't be heard clearly with the whistling night wind. Zhang Tuming tried his best to catch up with him, only to vaguely hear a few words, "I'm ticklish..."

"Where is it itching?" Zhang Tuming moved his hands up, pinching the soft flesh around his waist very badly, "Is it itching here?"

The car stopped suddenly.

This time Zhang Tuming took the first step and supported the ground with his two long legs. Qin Liming turned his head to look at him, the tip of his nose was still red, and there was a hint of imperceptible anger in his eyes, but when he opened his mouth, there was no momentum. "Don't do this!"

Zhang Tuming's hands were still coiled around his waist, and he raised an eyebrow when he heard this, "What else?"

"..."

"Are you a girl? Do men and women give or take each other?"

"That's not what I mean, I think I'm older than you, you should..."

"Why are you so ignorant?"

Qin Liming's chest rose and fell rapidly, which was already a rare spectacle for a soft persimmon like him.

"Crying again?"

"I do not……"

Zhang Tuming's expression was always cold, he snorted, took his hands away from his waist, and slowly raised them up, making a foolish half-surrender posture.

"I won't touch you anymore." Zhang Tuming's tone was still joking, "Sit down."

Qin Liming's momentum weakened a bit, "If you are really afraid of falling, you can grab my car seat."

Being with Qin Liming is not always so lucky.

For example, when you are about to get home, the car is out of battery.

Of course Zhang Tuming didn't want to push the cart, so Qin Liming had to push it away, and it took him half an hour to get downstairs.

It was cold, and Qin Liming was sweating a little again. The combination of cold and heat forced him to sneeze a lot.

Zhang Tuming naturally avoided it, and waited patiently for him to charge the car, but Qin Liming had no intention of going upstairs after finishing it. He smiled a little embarrassedly, "I'm a little hungry, and I want to eat a bowl of noodles. You go upstairs first."

After finishing speaking, he added, "Zhao Ji should not be closed yet."

"Let's go together then."

"what?"

Zhang Tuming said angrily, "Can't I be hungry?"

Zhao Ji is on the opposite side of their building. The boss is an old man who always suffers from insomnia, so he usually doesn't close until midnight.

Qin Liming is obviously a frequent visitor here, and the boss greeted him quite familiarly as soon as he entered the door, "Dawn is here? Who is the little brother beside you?"

"My brother." Qin Liming said while helping Zhang Tuming pull up the stool, "Sit down."

The noodle shop only sells beef noodles, Qin Liming ordered two bowls, the boss laughed and teased, "Didn't Liming add noodles today?"

Qin Liming also raised his head and smiled, "Add, add."

However, his smile restrained immediately when facing Zhang Tuming, but he did not forget to ask one more question, "Do you want to add face?"

"I'm not a pig."

Qin Liming smiled kindly, the scratches on his arms were more obvious under the light, especially the elbows, which were so bright red that it was scary.

But Qin Liming didn't care, and even put his arms on the oil-stained table. The bacteria on the table seemed to be overrun. Although Zhang Tuming didn't feel sorry for Qin Liming, he couldn't tell .

Finally, unable to bear it, he took off his coat and rolled it into a ball and threw it to him, "Put it on."

Qin Liming was at a loss again.

Zhang Tuming didn't explain, but just slightly increased the volume, "Hurry up."

Qin Liming hesitantly put his coat on, and at the same time whispered, "I'm not sneezing because of the cold..."

Zhang Tuming's clothes obviously grew a little longer on Qin Liming's body, especially the cuffs, which are comparable to the sleeves of an opera. Qin Liming couldn't help pulling them up, but was startled by Zhang Tuming's low voice, "Don't move." .”

Qin Liming scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'm dirty, I'm afraid I'll stain your clothes."

"It's you who washes anyway."

Obviously Qin Liming is the teacher, but he is more like a student sitting in front of Zhang Tuming. He finally heard that Uncle Zhao was ready, so he rushed to serve it.

Both bowls are sea bowls, but Qin Liming's bowl is more sharp, with a lot of meat and a little coriander garnish.

It's a pity that Zhang Tuming doesn't eat coriander at all.

Although his brows had already turned into a pimple, he was not a person who was willing to waste food, so he could only use chopsticks to pick out the coriander one by one.

"Don't you eat coriander?" Qin Liming's eyes widened, "If you don't eat it, give it to me, I love it."

Zhang Tuming stopped Qin Liming's chopsticks from reaching into his bowl, "You've used them all, isn't it disgusting?"

"I've never used it." Qin Liming raised his chopsticks to prove his innocence, "Look, it did."

Qin Liming quickly picked out all the coriander in his bowl, and at the same time watched the doubled amount of coriander in his own bowl, feeling a little happy.

Then he rubbed his hands, put the chopsticks back into his bowl, picked up the vinegar bottle next to him, and said to himself, "I want some vinegar."

He said it was a little bit, but in the end the vinegar was poured into a flowing waterfall, to the extent that Zhang Tuming would lose his teeth just looking at it.

But Qin Liming didn't give up, he opened the chili jar again, "I want some chili too..."

Zhang Tuming silently counted for him, couldn't fit five spoonfuls, and was willing to help others when he finished, looked up at Zhang Tuming, "Do you want it?"

Zhang Tuming subconsciously protected his bowl, "No need."

The author says:

Happy 521, I don’t intend to write this article too cruelly, as usual I ask for comments and starfish