the end of the day

Ji Yuhe dug out a blue-green silk dress from the cabinet, and changed into it at some point.He was lying on his side on the couch in the back room, the silk clothes dripping down his body, more like a thin layer of running water, outlining a thin frame.Most of the clothes in the room were made the year before last, so the cuffs and trousers were a little short, and a little movement would reveal a section of snow-white forearm.He was greedy for coolness, propping his elbows on the small table on the couch, holding a handful of melon seeds, knocking on them one by one.

Duan Zhichu suddenly felt embarrassing in his eyes, and he didn't dare to look at him - thinking about it this way, he felt that he couldn't look down on him!

"As expected of a house on the dark side, there is not a drop of sweat in summer." Ji Yuhe spoke without emotion.

"Are you alone in this room?" Duan Zhichu turned his head and looked around.

"Who has anyone's house? In this troupe, everyone counts as one, even people and things. Who dares to say that it is their own?" Ji Yuhe raised his chin and squinted at him.

"That's all I asked—" Duan Zhichu still couldn't help but look at him, this was a bad look, even the house on the dark side couldn't suppress his anger, "I'll just listen to your complaints."

"Hmph." Ji Yuhe sneered with his nostrils.

"You have such a temper—what kind of scene did you touch and what kind of emotion did you hurt?"

Ji Yuhe threw the remaining melon seeds in Duan Zhichu's face: "I dare not."

There were two fires in Duan Zhichu, as soon as the melon seeds were scattered, they rushed up.

He lifted the small table to the ground with his hand, and grabbed Ji Yuhe's feet suddenly: "You are the one who insisted on provoking me."

"I did it on purpose." Ji Yuhe stepped on his chest, "I did it on purpose."

When the small table fell to the ground, the drawers also fell apart, and a few things inside rolled into the couch in bits and pieces, until they hit the base of the wall before stopping.Ji Yuhe took a quick look, put the other things aside, picked out a piece of black paste, scraped it with the tip of his little finger, and rubbed it against Duan Zhichu's cheek.

Duan Zhichu rubbed his instep, bowed his head and kissed him.

Ji Yuhe laughed at him: "Look at you, you are not the same as your father."

Duan Zhichu lowered his face when he heard the words, and didn't let go, but he didn't move anymore.

Ji Yuhe continued to laugh: "You're in a hurry just to say one word!"

Duan Zhichu also stared at him: "Ji Yuhe, don't rub your nose against me here, it's you who can't leave me, it's not that I can't leave you."

Ji Yuhe bowed his head and said softly: "So you know it too."

Raising his hand, he scraped off the black paste the size of a fingernail, sucked it into his mouth, and took a sip: "□□, no happiness, no longevity, and no worries."

Duan Zhichu snatched the piece of gunpowder from him and threw it out of the window.

"You are promising."

"What else can I do?" Ji Yuhe's eyes followed the piece of gunpowder out of the window unwillingly, and then put on a pitiful mask on his face, "At least you have a reliable father, It's not like me, who has no parents and no mother, and when he dies, he will die, lying alone on the side of the road, and no one will take a second look."

Duan Zhichu knew that he was both really pitiful and also pretending to be pitiful, but the part of his heart that sympathized with him was not as high as sex.

It was not the first time for the two of them to hang out together. After losing Yu Jiazhen, Ji Yuhe became another Yu Jiazhen in a trance, a Yu Jiazhen who came to the door and threw himself into his arms.

Dexian stretched out his hand, and he gently pressed Ji Yuhe's lips: "If you are a mute, you will be more lovable."

Ji Yuhe bit his knuckles, licked half a circle with the tip of his tongue, and spat out again: "Unfortunately, I am not."

There must be fifteen, right?Two years ago, she was a timid, childish person, but she grew into a teenager in no time. She still has a small face, a beautiful person with red lips and white teeth, but she has become so flirtatious. I blame myself for being used to it.I am used to it, I am angry with myself, and I am coaxed by myself.

Duan Zhichu pulled his hands away, squeezed his shoulders and turned him around, hugging him in his arms, biting his ear: "It's fine if it's not, otherwise it's suspiciously perfect."

Ji Yuhe smiled brightly, showing two small canine teeth: "Indeed, if you lose this mouth, it will be useless."

"Worthless?" Duan Zhichu was not annoyed, he groped into the silk clothes with ease, and teased him leisurely, "Then why don't you just chop off my hands and this one too, so don't rush to follow me." together."

"I'm cheap!" Ji Yuhe grabbed his hand and panted, "I'm so cheap!"

Duan Zhichu buried his head into his collar, bumping into the fragrance of powder all over his head and face. The fragrance is vulgar and spicy, almost pungent, and it can seduce people after smelling it too much.

The smell is the smell of clothes. It has been locked in the cabinet for a long time, and it is still so strong after two years.

For two years, there is no news of Yu returning to China.He sent some letters overseas regularly. At the beginning, he didn’t dare to say much, and his hands were tied. Later, he never received a reply, and he couldn’t keep apologizing. Like a diary, he packaged all his love and sent it away, hoping that the boundless sea would dilute it, but unexpectedly, this love was beaten back by the waves, and instead of diminishing, it increased day by day.

Maybe the truth is just like what Ji Yuhe said, the simplest sentence - it's so cheap!

"Hmm... what are you thinking about?" Ji Yuhe suddenly twisted his waist.

"You smell so sweet." Duan Zhichu said casually.

One sentence amused him, and he twisted into twists in his arms.

It is also a muddled account.

The two were sweating profusely, leaning their heads against their heads, and dried on the couch for a while.

After a while, Ji Yuhe landed lightly on the ground to fetch water for a bath, picked up the silk pants, patted them, and said regretfully: "Actually, they are brand new—they are too short now, so I can't wear them anymore."

"There are no other people living in this room." Duan Zhichu was still lying lazily, "Otherwise, I will throw it in this cabinet and wait for others to pick it up and continue wearing it."

"I come back to live occasionally." Ji Yuhe threw the silk trousers back to the ground, and took off his shirt. He called someone to fetch water, walked behind the screen, and sat in a wooden barrel. "On and off the stage, the scenery is great." Are not the same."

"Why haven't I heard that you still have this hobby?"

"You know everything? You're an ass!"

"I don't dare to be compared with farts." Duan Zhichu finished drying, put on his gown, and took a step first.

In the evening, Tianhe Garden set up an open-air stage in the middle of the lake, lit up the lights, and the night suddenly became brilliant.Inside the island are upper-class seats, with less than a dozen seats in total. Outside the island and on the bridge, there are crowds of people, and you only need a cheap ticket of [-] cents. It all depends on who arrives early and who can squeeze. If it is still crowded, you can watch it from a distance without spending money. The sound and shadow seem to be in the sky, just enough to join in the fun.

Ji Yuhe was not good at learning arts, so he left the scene early before he came on stage.He hadn't appreciated the scenery on the stage, but the intrigue off the stage was wonderful every day, like raising a gu, and he could scratch his head for a little profit.

At this time, he squinted his eyes and was playing with walnuts on the table.He has a temperament of vengeance, and he comes to the theater for nothing else but to feel at ease.