Second-rate goods

37.

"Oh, really?" Tang Yiqu didn't take it seriously, "Stubbornness is not attractive."

"How much did you spend?"

He also had the maintenance estimate back then. The figure was not small, but it was not enough to embarrass a rich man.But he and Tang Yiqu really couldn't afford to pay such a price, even if they were really better off before.

Tang Yiqu compared three fingers, Han Wei remained silent. In the past, he would never have taken this number seriously, but the former him would not be in a mess because of this kind of "attentiveness", he was a little at a loss , because I have no confidence, but I still want to put the last layer of fig leaf on my body.

"I know what you want to say, don't worry, I'm not a big philanthropist, just keep this account in mind, and it won't be too late to pay me back when you get rich..." Tang Yiqu suddenly stopped, and after a while After a long time, he hesitated and asked, "Han Wei, are you crying?"

He roughly wiped the hot and humid corners of his eyes, and unceremoniously rolled his eyes at Tang Yiqu, saying, "Shut up!"

Tang Yiqu raised his hands in front of his chest, made a gesture of surrender, and said with a smile: "I'm moved to cry, it's not ashamed."

Han Wei always thought that after Qishan's downfall, every step he took after that would be difficult, even humiliating, but the reality is somewhat different.Being rich and powerful is indeed a passport to go smoothly in the world. Without money and power, it is not possible to live in the dark.In just half a year, I met Ye Mi, gained Li Yongkui's trust, and had the capital to turn around. Everything went smoothly like a dream.Even Tang Yiqu, apart from sleeping with his ex-girlfriend, did not make any troubles.Should he be thankful that he was lucky?

"I don't understand, what's the benefit of doing this?" Han Wei subconsciously stared at Tang Yiqu, as if asking rhetorically or asking himself.

Tang Yiqu thought for a while, and then said: "I'm really not trying to gain anything. We had some misunderstandings before and didn't talk about it, but it's really not to the point where we never see each other."

The tone was sincere, not as if he was lying, but from the beginning to the end, there was a weirdness that he couldn't deal with.But he didn't intend to ask and think about it.Tang Yiqu was so calm, he didn't need to put on airs.

Han Wei hummed, jumped out of the seat, and caressed the frame of the R36 reluctantly. The cold feeling of metal plated on his fingertips, turning into warm honey and flowing into his heart.

He went around to the co-pilot, put one hand on the roof rack, leaned close to Tang Yiqu and said, "Thank you, thank you very much."

Tang Yiqu smelled the scent belonging to Han Wei, the smell of smoke was mixed with a touch of sweetness, sweetness was the smell of a perfume, he didn't remember it for a while, it seemed to be called a journey.

Han Wei's smell slowly slid down the air to his nostrils, and he couldn't help but feel a little... lingering, when he thought of this word, his heart tightened, he suddenly turned his head to dodge, and stammered: "No, you're welcome. "

Han Wei froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed, Tang Yiqu's ears were red and hot, and he was stunned again when he met the stretched eyebrows.

"Thank you." Han Wei lowered his head and said softly.Tang Yiqu didn't answer, but an uncomfortable light flashed in his eyes.

38.

Tang Yiqu always remembered Han Wei's temperature.

From the very beginning, he knew who Han Wei was and what he looked like, but he just couldn't restrain himself.It was hard for him to forget that under the sky full of fireworks, he impulsively held the other party's hand, not as soft as a girl, but as sharp-boned as him, and even a little rough.

Hormones don't make sense, and adrenaline doesn't explain it.He once wanted to define it as obsessed with ghosts, but found himself getting deeper and deeper.

Han Wei mentioned "Peony Lantern", and he went to find this story to read.Unexpectedly, this is a strange tale from a Chinese studio, not a lingering love story at all.

The scholar and the young lady were blocked from falling in love because of the gap between the doors. The young lady died in Yu, and after her death, she held a peony lantern to meet the scholar every night.The scholar's neighbors noticed something strange, so they told the scholar about the abnormality they saw at night. After inquiring, the scholar found out that his loved one had passed away for many months.At night, the ghost of the lady was unable to enter the house, so she encouraged the neighbors to reveal the spells. The neighbors were greedy for money, and after accepting bribes from the ghosts, they tore off the spells one by one, and the ghost of the lady entered the room smoothly.In the early morning of the next day, the monk came to investigate and found that there were only bones left in the house, and the peony lantern was quietly placed beside the corpse, but the lights had been extinguished.

It's rare to have a lover in this life, but I burned incense in my previous life.Love debts are all karma.

Snow was falling heavily outside the house, and the shadows of the trees were rustling. Tang Yiqu was lying in the Japanese room, watching it on his mobile phone, feeling creepy, and shivering with goose bumps.

That night, he had a dream.

In the dream, he dragged his snowboard for a long time, and Han Wei was in front of him, unable to keep up.Suddenly, the screen switched rapidly, with the snow peak on the left and the cliff on the right. He was stepping on the snowboard again and was descending. He was not wearing a face protector. print.I don't know if it's the sixth sense or something else, he caught a glimpse of a shadow chasing up from behind him obliquely from the corner of his eye, and even wanted to overtake. The snowy road is too narrow, and he has no room to give way, let alone brake , is really a frightening situation.Panting, he accelerated, but the snow track seemed to have no end, and there was no slope for buffering, and the pressure behind him was heavy. He turned his head angrily, and it was Han Wei who followed him, only a short distance away. He was horrified , the center of gravity was unstable, the two of them hugged into a ball, and fell into the snow on the left side.

He flew into a rage: "You fucking don't want to die?"

Han Wei replied innocently: "Didn't you drag me in?"

He hesitated a little, thinking about what it was all about.

Han Wei patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the sky and said, "Look, it's so beautiful."

He looked up, thousands, no, there should be tens of thousands of lanterns floating in the sky, like a lot of peach branches falling on the treetops, dangling but full and wanton, setting off the radiance of the sky.Amidst a thousand lights and shadows, Tang Yiqu turned his head, wanting to say something, only to see Han Wei's eyes drooping, his indescribably charming and handsome.Han Wei stretched out his hand slowly, slowly, cautiously, exploratoryly, like a stop-motion animation, his heart skipped a beat, and it took him a lot of effort to manage his expressions well.

Tang Yiqu hugged him tightly.It was clearly in a dream, but he actually felt his deer bumping wildly.

"Han Wei," Tang Yiqu heard himself talking, "...I think, I might..."

Han Wei's back stiffened, and he buried his head on his shoulder and neck, and said with some anger, "Shut up!"

Tang Yiqu was startled, this is a dream, but why is Han Wei's temper so real, those who say that dreams are the opposite?Should I come out and slap my face? !

"Old Tang." Han Wei's voice was muffled, his heart sank, and he felt pity.

He patted his back and stroked the ends of his hair, feeling a little selfish—it would be nice if he didn't wake up in this dream.

"...Old Tang, you hug me too tightly..."

Han Wei raised his eyes, snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, and his cold white face became even colder.

Just as he was about to answer, the picture gradually fell apart, and he was expelled from the dreamland.When Tang Yiqu woke up, he realized that the window was open, and the tiny snowflakes came in, and he suddenly felt chilly.

He got up and closed the window, feeling lost.