The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Rong Qian pretended to be unwell, and pestered Ban Zhun to ask him to hug him, partly because of himself, and partly because Ban Zhun's condition looked really bad at the moment.

Ban Zhun's previous reputation was indeed very bad, but in terms of dedication and dedication, even Rong Qian's parents felt a little ashamed of their efforts.

That's why when Rong Qian first saw him, he knew that Ban Zhun had rushed over from the company. The shirt on his body was not wrinkled at all, and he always showed others that he was equally serious about his work.

Rong Qian didn't want to see the young man in such a tired state.

All he wanted was to take a nap with Silly Sea Otter in his arms.

Banzhen was really sleepy.

Originally, he was doing something about Rong Qian, so he rushed to the hospital without stopping for a moment.

As a result, after entering the ward, he found that Rong Qian's state made him feel relieved, and his nervous state instantly relaxed.

Lying on Rong Qian's hospital bed at this time, the injuries around him did not allow him the slightest right to move his hands, feet and body, so Ban Zhun could only lie obediently in Rong Qian's arms, blinking drowsily He squinted his eyes, suspicious in his heart.

Obviously he was the one who took the initiative to lie on the bed and hug Rong Qian, and wanted to comfort the child with deep fatherly love, but why now the relationship between the two seems to have changed, and even his own position has become passive.

With incomprehensible confusion, Ban Zhun fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up again, he found that Rong Qian had already left the hospital bed, and was looking at the scenery outside from the window with his back turned to him.

Ban Zhun sat up with his elbows propped up, scratched his earlobe in embarrassment, and said to Rong Qian:

"...I fell asleep, sorry for delaying your rest."

It is obvious that he came to see the patient, but the patient was squeezed under the bed. It is a bit wicked to be true.

Before Rong Qian turned around, Ban Zhun remembered what he had brought to Rong Qian.

"By the way, I brought you chocolates in Big Brother's office."

Don't children like to eat sweets?

Rong Qian should be no exception.

Thinking of this, Ban Zhun hurriedly threw off the quilt and got out of bed, hunched over and rummaged through his suit pocket on the sofa.

He pouted his buttocks and groped intently in his suit pockets. The shirt tucked into his suit pants was more than half arched due to sleep, and he could vaguely see the thin white waistline of the young man.

Rong Qian was taken aback for a moment, this level of visual impact made him tingle even with the wound on his head.

To express his apology, Ban Zhun insisted on staying with Rong Qian in the hospital until he recovered from his injury. After repeatedly confirming that the ancestor's injury was all right, he returned to the company step by step and continued to be busy with the things he left behind these days. business.

The wound on Rong Qian's forehead was so flat that not even a trace could be seen, so after he was discharged from the hospital, he was immediately sent back to the dormitory of Beijing University by Zhen Bujia, and continued to search for someone who could go home and meet Ban Zhun in silence all day long. reason.

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Whenever Ban Zhun was busy with work, he could not take care of his health. After the project in hand was completed, he finally had time to collapse on the bed at home and fell asleep for more than ten hours.

The sudden relaxation caused all the accumulated symptoms to rush towards Ban Zhun in an overwhelming manner.

I thought that the more I slept, the more comfortable I would be, but the dull pain in my head showed that Ban Zhun was in a state where it was difficult to get up easily.

The mobile phone buzzed and vibrated on the bedside table. Ban Zhun stretched his arms to touch it, and connected without looking at it.

"Brother Zhun, there is something wrong with that piece of land, the piece of land you bought in the south of the city."

Zhen Bujia's voice awakened most of Ban Zhun's drowsy consciousness in an instant.

"……what happened?"

Ban Zhun was suffering from a cold, so when he heard this, he sat up from the bed holding his mobile phone, and asked with a hoarse voice and frowning.

The land in the south of the city is an answer sheet that he wants to give to his family before the Mid-Autumn Festival, in order to prove to his elder brother that he is not spending money profligately.

During these days, he solved the problem of Rong Qian returning to school, and recorded a few episodes of variety shows in advance, so he finally had time to do these things.

However, after the evaluation and approval came down, everything was ready and waiting for construction, but in the end it caused such trouble.

"Brother Zhun, I've already made an appointment with the person in charge at the other end. I'm going out for dinner tonight. Let's discuss the matter of the land, but..."

Zhen Bujia could hear that Ban Zhun's voice was morbidly hoarse, and his thoughts were shaken a little before making the call.

Ban Zhun's health was already bad, and since the car accident, it has become even worse. Whenever the temperature of the weather changes, his body will be affected to a greater or lesser extent.

What's more, Ban Zhun was really not very friendly to Ban Zhun in this cold spring.

"What time is it? I'll pack up and go there now."

Ban Zhun coughed a few times, then threw off the quilt on his body, stood unsteadily on the carpet with bare feet, lowered his head and squinted his eyes to look for slippers.

"Brother Zhun, is your cold serious?" Zhen Bujia asked tentatively.

"Cough... Let me ask you what time it is, eh cough cough cough..."

Ban Zhun's serious look made Zhen Bujia feel as if he had seen Ban Zhun's violent character before the car accident, so he immediately froze, "Three, after three o'clock, at Gray Hotel."

"Come and pick me up, I can't drive."

Ban Zhun had already walked to the bathroom, leaned over the sink and panted softly and said to Zhen Bujia.

"...Okay, Brother Zhun, I'll go right away."

After hanging up the phone, Ban Zhun threw the phone on the shelf, washed his face with cold water, trying to refresh himself, but unexpectedly sneezed instead.

He quickly got dressed, just took out the cold medicine and wanted to take a few pills, so that he could take it for a while, but then he remembered that he had a dinner with Director Qiao at night, and wine was an indispensable communication tool, so the medicine was also I can't eat it.

Ban Zhun has never been able to escape the fight for wine in previous land cases.

This time the difficulty was only a lot more than before, so naturally I drank harder than before.

After drinking for three rounds, those responsible people drank until their tongues grew big, and they patted Ban Zhun on the shoulder and promised him with a smile about the land, so that Ban Zhun didn't need to worry any more.

Ban Zhun's forehead was covered with sweat. After hearing what they said, although he knew that the matter could not be finalized for the time being, at least there was a big turning point, so he felt relieved and leaned on the back of the chair with his shoulders slumped. , still panting from bowing his head.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhun?"

Zhen Bujia held Ban Zhun's arm weakly by his side, and asked nervously.

"A little dizzy."

Ban Zhun shook his head, coughed lightly, grabbed Zhen Bujia's arm and said, "Send the two of them to the hotel to have a good rest in a while, we will make another appointment tomorrow, and the contract should be fine."

Zhen Bujia responded, and looked worriedly at the pale Ban Zhun. Although he knew that he was not drunk, seeing Ban Zhun's state, he couldn't help but worry:

"Brother Zhun, shall I take you to the hospital? It's really not suitable for you to go to other places in this state."

Zhen Bujia knew that Ban Zhun had other arrangements, but the current situation made it hard for people to feel at ease.

He would rather make Ban Zhun angry than make Ban Zhun suffer from physical problems.

Ban Zhun shook his head, bit his pale lips hard, and took out a piece of paper to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead:

"Not now, you have to send me to Director Qiao again, this is more important."

Zhen Bujia still wanted to struggle: "Brother Zhun, but you..."

Ban Zhun glanced at him impatiently: "Then I will go by myself."

Zhen Bujia was afraid of this ancestor, so he could only nod in compromise: "Okay, okay, I will take you there, but you must go home immediately after eating."

After putting on his coat, Ban Zhun showed a little smile, "I know."

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After staying in school for many days, Rong Qian finally found a reason to go home to see Ban Zhun.

When he participated in the recording of the program group last time, Ban Zhun seemed to have taken one of his books as a reading material to numb himself before going to bed.

After that, I put it in my backpack without returning it.

Although it is just an ordinary "Probability Theory and Mathematical Statistics", as a student, how can I be separated from my beloved book for too long.

Adhering to this concept, Rong Qian returned home in a fair manner, pretending to look for Ban Zhun in the house, but found that he was not at home at all.

But even so, he searched every room before reluctantly giving up.

Rong Qian's original plan was to go home and see Ban Zhun, and then change into a slightly more formal suit. Last year, Anton's company did some business, but just as he walked to the door and was about to leave, there was a burst of stumbling footsteps outside.

The building where Ban Zhun lives is a private space for each elevator and one household, so Rong Qian heard a faint voice coming from outside the door at this time, and knew without thinking that it was Ban Zhun who had returned.

Rong Qian opened the door hastily, and his joyful eyes suddenly became gloomy.

Why do you drink like this again...

Ban Zhun supported the wall with his hands from behind, and leaned against the door of the fire hydrant with his head down, silent.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ban Zhun seemed to be taken aback, subconsciously reached out to touch the cue stick on the wall behind him, and at the same time squinted his eyes and looked at the person who opened the door of his house with a look of vigilance.

Finding that the person who opened the door was Rong Qian, Ban Zhun immediately relaxed, and a misty smile appeared in his eyes:

"Hey, why are you at home?"

The young man spoke with a nasal voice and smelled of alcohol. Although he was not obviously drunk, he still couldn't walk steadily.

"You have a cold, why do you still drink."

Rong Qian didn't care about being polite, he directly put his arms around Ban Zhun's back, and half dragged him back to the bedroom.

Using his strength, Ban Zhun slowly moved towards his bedroom, muttering as he walked:

"After drinking, it will be very hot, and the cold air in the body will come out. I do this every time. After I sleep, I wake up very comfortable."

Before he finished listening, Rong Qian frowned.

Nonsense.

Where is the fallacy.

Ban Zhun could clearly feel that Rong Qian didn't feel at ease with him, so he smiled and patted the back of the boy's hand on his shoulder:

"I'm really fine, just get some sleep."

When he spoke, Ban Zhun's nasal voice was still very strong, but judging from the word order when he spoke, he was indeed not drunk.

But Rong Qian was still worried.

Just as he was about to use brute force to force Ban Zhun to lie on the bed, Rong Qian was startled by the young man's actions.

Ban Zhun took off his short sleeves with one hand, walked into the cloakroom with his back facing Rong Qian, stood in front of the hanger, and rummaged through pajamas that fit his eyes one by one.

The black tattoo on the edge of the butterfly bone on the back undulates slightly with the movement of his muscles when he steps. The back that is as white as a ball of snow collides with the black letters, intertwined with desire and temptation.

Rong Qian licked his lips unconsciously, and couldn't help but walked in with Ban Zhun.

Perhaps even though most of his consciousness was maintained, his nerves were still partially paralyzed by alcohol, so Ban Zhun was not surprised by Rong Qian's step by step, and even turned his head and smiled at him: "How about this one?"

Rong Qian looked at the one in his hand, and just about to express his opinion, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Ban Zhun didn't wait for his answer any longer, he just pulled one off and put it on, turned around and went back to the bedroom, plunged into the soft quilt, closed his eyes and began to rest.

"Mr. Rong, I see your car is parked in the basement, are you at home now?"

There was temptation in Zhen Bujia's voice, as if he was afraid that Rong Qian would lose his temper with him.

"Well, at home, Ban Zhun just entered the room and is lying down now."

When Rong Qian answered Zhen Bujia, he glanced worriedly at the young man under the blanket.

He didn't ask Zhen Bujia why he didn't send Ban Zhun upstairs, because Rong Qian knew that with Ban Zhun's temper and personality, as long as he had a semblance of sobriety, he wouldn't let Zhen Bujia treat him as a weakling. come help.

Sure enough, Zhen Bujia immediately explained to Rong Qian: "Mr. Rong, Brother Zhun really didn't want me to send him upstairs. He insisted on saying that I wasn't drunk. I was going up to see him just now. Saw your car in the basement."

Rong Qian let out a "hmm".

Zhen Bujia continued: "Mr. Rong, now...do you need me to go up?"

Worried about ruining the good business of his boss and Rong Qian, when Zhen Bujia asked this question, his voice was as quiet as a mosquito.

"Need not."

Rong Qian didn't think that the current atmosphere required Zhen Bujia to come up and disturb them.

"Then I will trouble Mr. Rong to take care of Brother Zhun..."

Although Zhen Bujia couldn't remember Ban Zhun's memory, he knew that Ban Zhun had always treated Rong Qian with a warm face and a cold ass for many years, so whenever he had a chance to get along with Rong Qian , Ban Zhun should not be willing to let it go easily.

Therefore, as an assistant, he should keep his eyes open a little bit, and he must not affect the boss's peach blossoms.

Just when Zhen Bujia was about to say goodbye to Rong Qian, he suddenly remembered that his decision seemed to be too hasty.

After all, Rong Qian is a judo practitioner, if his boss really touches him, wouldn't this kid just throw Brother Zhun downstairs?

After careful consideration, Zhen Bujia still felt that the boss's life and health should not be put in danger:

"Mr. Rong, I don't want to trouble you anymore, why don't I go upstairs and take care of Brother Zhun..."

Rong Qian frowned, with a slightly obvious displeasure in his words:

"My people, why should you take care of them?"

"what?"

Hearing Rong Qian's rhetorical question, Zhen Bujia was surprised for a moment, and then immediately reflected Rong Qian's attitude, and his tone suddenly turned into a father-in-law's sharp smile:

"Ooooh! That's right, Mr. Rong's people, it's not our turn... No, it's not our turn to intervene. By the way, Mr. Rong, brother Zhun's cell phone is still with me. I have to send it to you."

"No, I'll come down and get it."

Rong Qian didn't want Ban Zhun's appearance to be seen by anyone, so he directly blocked Zhen Bujia's idea of ​​coming up anyway.

After hanging up the phone, Rong Qian leaned over and tucked the quilt for Ban Zhun, then put on his coat and left the house.

Rong Qian was caught by Zhen Bujia's arm in the basement, and he babbled for a long time about Ban Zhun's heroic deeds on the wine table. My friend, the appreciation of that irascible Director Lu.

But Rong Qian didn't want to hear this, he just wanted to go home, lie on the bedside and watch the sea otter sleep lazily.

When he opened the door again, Rong Qian found a sudden rustling sound coming from the living room.

Rong Qian, who has strangling skills all year round, is not afraid of such a scene, but when he left, after all, only Ban Zhun was left in the house.

At this time, the people in the living room didn't know what their origins were, and whether they posed a threat to Ban Zhun's safety.

Rong Qian turned his head and found that Ban Zhun's bedroom door seemed to be still tightly closed by the moonlight, thinking that the snitch might not have found Ban Zhun's trace, so he was relieved.

When he was no longer nervous, Rong Qian directly picked up the antler model at the door as a decoration, squinted his eyes, drew a big arc in the air with his wrist, and threw it at the person in the living room from afar——

The strength in his hands is restrained, after all, no one wants to be charged with manslaughter for no reason.

"Well!"

Rong Qian took a deep breath at this extremely familiar muffled hum, and raised his hand to turn on the headlight in the living room.

I saw Ban Zhun lying on the carpet between the coffee table and the sofa, clutching his forehead, curled up into a ball, gasping slightly in pain.

"!"

Rong Qian was full of remorse, hurriedly walked towards Ban Zhun, squatted on the ground and took him into his arms, opened the hand covering his forehead to check the injury, and coaxed:

"Let me see, good boy, don't move."

Rong Qian held his breath from the thicker smell of alcohol, and after confirming that there was no trace of broken skin on Ban Zhun's forehead except for a light red mark, he noticed something in Ban Zhun's arms .

"Why don't you go to sleep and get up to drink again?"

Rong Qian helplessly reached for the wine bottle in Laban Zhun's arms.

However, the drunken man was so powerful that he couldn't explain it, Rong Qian really couldn't remove the wine bottle from Ban Zhun's hand for a while.

While going downstairs, Ban Zhun quickly poured himself a large bottle of dry red wine, and his pretentious calmness disappeared without a trace, and he was completely drunk.

"My eyes hurt."

Ban Zhun looked up at Rong Qian, under the cover of drunkenness, he didn't know that he should avoid the light above his head at all, he only knew how to narrate uncomfortablely.

Rong Qian turned around and turned off the light in the living room, and walked back to Ban Zhun by the clear moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Director Qiao agreed to let me be the male lead in his next play."

Ban Zhun's face was flushed red from drunkenness, and he sat cross-legged on the carpet unsteadily, looking up at Rong Qian who was standing in front of him in a suit.

Facing the darkness returning to silence, he should have felt scared, but for some reason, as long as this young man was by his side, Ban Zhun felt as if he could see everything clearly through the night.

Rong Qian couldn't help being happy for him, squatting halfway in front of Ban Zhun, and softly congratulated him: "Wow, it's so good."

The feeling of being praised made Ban Zhun proud. He raised a finger and stood in front of Rong Qian:

"In each play, there is only one male lead."

If this kind of nonsense like "you put it here and put it here" is put in the mouth of anyone in the daily life, Rong Qian may be very annoying.

But when Ban Zhun said it with a proud face, he just thought it was extremely cute.

Rong Qian wanted to pinch his face, but remembered Ban Zhun's bruised physique, so he gently rubbed his hair:

"Really, this is too powerful."

"hey-hey."

Ban Zhun grinned, held the bottle and started drinking again.

Rong Qian put his hand between Ban Zhun's mouth and the mouth of the bottle, preventing Ban Zhun from taking another sip.

He had just come back from the outside, and there was still a little coolness on his fingertips, which was really a bit comfortable for Ban Zhun whose skin was hot at this time.

Ban Zhun couldn't help but put his face on Rong Qian's palm, seeing that he seemed to take his hand away, he frowned and shook his head, "No, it's comfortable to put here."

"Okay, put it here."

Rong Qian smiled and rubbed his face, and could only use his right hand to take out the ugly mobile phone in the left pocket, then bent down and sat on the carpet, next to the young man's knee covered by the blanket.

Seeing that the boy was really patient with him, Ban Zhun couldn't help showing off:

"If I can act well, maybe I can become a real actor."

Thinking of the scale of Qiao Musheng's movie, Rong Qian suddenly had something to worry about.

"In Director Qiao's scene..." Rong Qian carefully touched Ban Zhun's lips with his fingertips, his eyes lingering on the faint dimples on the corner of the lips, "Is there a kissing scene?"

"Kiss scene...?"

Ban Zhun was lazily leaning on the sofa with the bottle of wine that he could no longer drink, with a dull expression on his face.

"Well, is there a kissing scene?" Rong Qian tucked up the corner of the blanket that exposed his knees for him, and looked sideways at the moonlight reflected in Ban Zhun's eyes.

Ban Zhun's lips glowed with the luster of wine, as if his eyes were soaked in water, he was staring at Rong Qian's eyes seriously.

He looked very serious, but Rong Qian knew that Ban Zhun couldn't see anything under this level of night.

Trying to look like you can see is just a clumsy disguise.

Rong Qian held Ban Zhun's wrist, and slowly moved up his index finger with the other hand, gently pressing it on his lips, allowing Ban Zhun to feel the warmth of those two patches in the dark.

Ban Zhun's fingertips were exerting strength tentatively, as if he was a little curious about the warmth under his fingertips.

Rong Qian lightly kissed the cool palm.

Ban Zhun's vision was dim, and the fear of the unknown made him curl his fingertips subconsciously.

Like an introverted cat, shy and frightened when suddenly touched by a soft pad.

"Sure, do you like pretty little boys?"

Rong Qian is persuasive and persuasive.

Ban Zhun turned his back to the moonlight, but his eyes were shining.

Hearing what Rong Qian asked him, Ban Zhun immediately nodded and said with a smile, "I like it."

"What about me?" Rong Qian pointed to himself, raised his hand and gently held Ban Zhun's chin, letting him look at him, "Are you pretty?"

Ban Zhun nodded.

"Do you like me?"

Rong Qian's Adam's apple rolled, anxiously waiting for Ban Zhun's answer.

Realizing his nervousness at this moment, Rong Qian couldn't help laughing.

Facing a drowsy drunk man, he dared to speak out about a problem that he would not even dare to mention half a word on weekdays.

He is so cowardly.

He stared intently at Rong Qian's lips, but after listening to his words, Ban Zhun pursed his lips and did not answer.

The expectation in Rong Qian's eyes suddenly became a little dim.

"you are pretty."

Ban Zhun repeated a sentence, and then, as if he was afraid that Rong Qian would not hear him, he moved closer and said again, "It's very beautiful."

The drunk Ban Zhun had always stumbled and moved clumsily, so Rong Qian never expected that the drunk sea otter would undergo such a big change today.

He'd seen sea otters floating on the ocean do what they did all day long.

It is nothing more than sinking into the water to fish out a few sea urchins, or lying on the shore to pick a few satisfactory stones and put them on its stomach. The only thing that can make it give up these two treasures is when it sees other beautiful sea otters. Disregarding these two things, he slapped his little claws and went to pull the other's hand.

Ban Zhun at this time is no exception.

He pushed away the empty wine bottle in his arms, and slowly but firmly approached another beautiful sea otter in his eyes.

Because his eyes couldn't see clearly, Ban Zhun could only get very close, and his thick long eyelashes almost touched Rong Qian's lips.

Realizing that this angle didn't seem quite right, he carefully adjusted the angle, and finally let his eyelashes touch Rong Qian's bridge of nose.

It's itchy.

Then smiled and praised: "It's very beautiful."

The distance was so close that we could breathe together, Rong Qian could naturally see every tiny expression on Ban Zhun's face.

Thinking of what Ban Zhun had just said to him as if offering a treasure, Rong Qian couldn't help reaching out and clasping the young man's slender neck, still obsessed with his own question:

"Is there a kiss scene?"

"……hold head high?"

Surprised by Rong Qian's question, Ban Zhun bit his lips soaked in wine, as if he couldn't understand what he said.

"Ask you." Rong Qian stroked the thin white skin behind the young man's ear with his index finger, guiding him patiently, "Is there any?"

"……Have."

Ban Zhun has read the script, and the bisexual played by Bai Zhi has a relationship with him and the heroine at the same time, so the kiss scene is naturally indispensable.

He was worried that he didn't know how to borrow a seat, and he didn't need to really kiss him.

"Kiss scene... Daba."

Even when he was drunk, Ban Zhun never forgot who he acted with in Director Qiao's movie.

Bai Zhi...can't kiss, and will be attacked by his boss.

"Borrow a seat."

After hearing that there was indeed a kissing scene, Rong Qian really couldn't be happy, but he knew how important Qiao Musheng's scene was to Ban Zhun, so he had no way to stop Ban Zhun, he could only kidnap him from a moral perspective This is a sea otter whose quality becomes excellent after being drunk.

"Sure, aren't you married?"

Rong Qian pressed on every step of the way, but Ban Zhun was huddled in his arms and had nowhere to escape.

Ban Zhun couldn't see, so he could only stare blankly at the direction of the sound.

"You have a wife, why would you kiss someone else?"

The sense of oppression brought by Rong Qian made Ban Zhun a little out of breath.

Ban Zhun could only wave his hands in a panic, "I have never kissed anyone before."

"Yes, you kissed me, you can't kiss anyone else."

Rong Qian felt that his heart seemed to be stuffed with a bunch of long-legged tangles, writhing wantonly.

Ban Zhun lowered his head in confusion, and muttered: "If you don't shoot, Director Qiao will be angry."

"But if you kiss someone else, I'll be angry too."

Rong Qian let go of the hand holding Ban Zhun's neck, stood up, turned his back to Ban Zhun pretending to be angry, and waited for his reaction.

Ban Zhun looked up anxiously at Rong Qian's shadowy figure, and carefully reached out to grab the corner of his clothes.

"...I can't see, don't leave me behind."

"That's why I'm angry, what should you do?"

Rong Qian held the trembling hand, knelt down in front of the young man again, and asked patiently.

Maybe it's because I'm really worried about being left behind, or maybe I'm afraid that the person I trust in front of me is really disappointed in me.

Ban Zhun suddenly exhaled slowly, as if he had made up his mind.

Rong Qian didn't quite understand what he wanted to do, and just about to ask him, the tie around his neck was pulled forcefully by Ban Zhun's slender fingers——

Before Rong Qian could react, two slightly hot lips were pressed against his Adam's apple.

Accompanied by the itchy touch, Rong Qian heard the young man's aggrieved voice:

"Then I'll kiss you too, don't be angry, okay?"

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: Even if I die outside today, if I jump from here, I won’t take the initiative to kiss anyone

Mrs. Ban: My wife likes pretty little boys, my wife says I'm pretty === my wife likes me

[Hey~ I want Modo Modo's comments, it's the 23rd, the hair tonic is about to expire! muamuamua, what did you buy on Double Eleven, I want to buy a pair of pants, I mean the kind you wear on your body]