Dumb Earth Find Love

Dumb looked at Deng Tinghao with dumb eyes, continued to slump his calm wooden face, and handed the phone back: "No, I don't like you. We Alpha [-] people don't like this kind of concept."

Boss Deng had a smirk on his lips, put his phone away, and nodded: "Okay, I'll see how long you can hold it."

"I didn't lie to you." Duan grabbed Deng Tinghao's arm seriously, but Deng Tinghao just rubbed his hair indifferently, and looked at the noisy square leisurely with his hands in his pockets. "Indeed. You just lied to yourself."

Duan let go of his hand, and was silently stunned.

Fireworks are said to be a 10-minute visual feast, but in fact they are just fun to watch.There are people coming and going in the square, there are crazy running children, kissing couples, and self-indulgent street teenagers holding guitars and whining.People stand here for nine or 10 minutes, in fact, just to feel the most joyous madness in the city of Rome this year.

The decorated limousines drove past Plaza España every 10 minutes, and Duan's eyes widened in surprise at the clown who was dressed up more funnyly, and he deeply admired the gorgeous dress of the Roman princess.When the fireworks show was about to end, Deng Tinghao bought two cups of warm chocolate rum, held them in the palm of his hand with Duan, and walked through the crowd while sipping.

Duan lifted the lid and took a look at the brown wine exuding an intoxicating sweet aroma, raised his neck, and drank cleanly.Boss Deng threw the empty cup into the trash can speechlessly, then stuffed his own into Dumb's hand: "Drink slowly!"

"Oh." Dui took a few sips, feeling that it was not enough, and took advantage of the time when Boss Deng was attracted by the handsome guy passing by, he did it again.

Deng Tinghao: "..."

"Where are we going next?"

Boss Deng finally waited for this question, and mysteriously swiped his phone away: "It's a pity that my buddy is not in Rome, I contacted a family on Facebook, and I will spend the holiday with them today."

"A native Roman family?"

"Well, that's right. A gay couple living together, both of half Chinese descent, live in a small three-story house, raise two compatriot corgis, and set up a big tree on the five-needle pine in the yard Where is the house?" Deng Tinghao said, watching Duan's eyes gradually glow, and smiled: "Want to go?"

"miss you!"

Boss Deng patted dumb on the head: "Get in the car!" He thought to himself: Just kidding, the friends I bring you to meet every day are all gay, so I don't believe you won't be gay in the future.

Now Dumb is like a computer with a blank hard drive, no system partition, and whatever system is installed first, then it is that system.Boss Deng has already decided to seize the right time and place, and instill in this kid the idea of ​​being a good number zero before he gets the hang of love.

Once and for all.

As for who he will fall in love with after becoming a hooker, that's up to him... Boss Deng silently puffed up his chest in his heart, and rolled his eyes with a smile.

The two boys of half Chinese descent are named Bill and Ricky respectively. Well, it is obvious from the names, Bill is the generous and gentle No. [-], and Ricky is the lively and lively No. [-].The small three-story house is warm and delicate, and the peeled beans are still drying on the ground in the yard. The Humvee drove into the yard and just parked under the tree house.

Dui got out of the car carefully, looked up, and saw a tree house with a usable area of ​​about three or four square meters sitting on the trunk of a tall white pine tree. The tree house was deliberately made in an old-fashioned style, with rough lines and a pointed roof. And the arc-shaped small door ruthlessly hit the cuteness hidden in Dumb's heart.If Deng Tinghao hadn't stopped him, this guy would have jumped up the tree several times.

Bill and Ricky heard the sound of the engine in the yard and came out quickly.Dumb stared blankly at the two men who walked out of the house.

The guy who introduced himself as Bill had a small pastoral floral apron around his waist, and one of the heat-insulating gloves on his hand that he didn't have time to take off, and he smiled honestly.This person is nearly 185cm tall by visual inspection, with chocolate-colored curly hair and a warm and bright smile.

And the one jumping up and down standing next to him was probably Ricky.This guy was still wearing a tight motorcycle suit, and said in standard Chinese that he had just come back from a good time, and he hadn't had time to change into his home clothes.Dumb noticed that Bill would keep looking at Ricky when he was talking, with a smile as warm as if it could melt honey.

Even if Deng Tinghao hadn't been vaccinated before, he would know now that this is a gay couple.To Dumb's own surprise, he didn't feel any awkwardness as expected. When Deng Tinghao introduced himself, he showed a super-level of affinity, and smiled with his lips pursed—at least in his own opinion. .

Bill patted Ricky's ass affectionately and urged him to change into home clothes, and Ricky hopped into the house. Bill patted Deng Tinghao's shoulder familiarly like an old friend, and let the two enter his house.

The decoration style of this house is very IKEA, and the overall feeling is just two words: comfortable.Unlike those luxurious ten-million-dollar mansions, there are no expensive calligraphy and paintings, no beautiful and cumbersome crystal lamps, and no pineapple furniture and granite floor tiles that can illuminate people's shadows.

There is a huge wedding photo on the wall of the living room. Against the black background, Bill and Ricky look very handsome in identical white suits. The two stand together, smiling openly and sincerely. Bill's hand is naturally wrapped around Ricky's waist On the face, there seems to be no sense of disobedience, as if it should be two men getting married.

In the middle of the living room was a long-haired carpet, on which were two rather old reclining chairs, with a stack of books scattered beside the chairs.The place without a carpet is an ordinary solid wood floor, which has been wiped spotless, the kind that can be stepped on with bare feet.The fireplace is useless in this season, but it is still the most eye-catching feature in the living room.A small TV is placed above the fireplace, and opposite is a low couch, which can be rolled onto the floor without hurting.

Various snacks were scattered on the coffee table. A bag of unpacked potato chips lay carelessly on the sofa. Ricky, who had changed into soft home clothes, came out of the bedroom, ran over to tidy up, and peeked at the busy kitchen. Bill, who was alive, then used his sleeve to sweep all the crumbs on the sofa to the floor, kicked him again, and then smiled brightly at Deng Tinghao and Dumb: "Sit, sit."

Deng Tinghao was also polite, and he dragged Duan to sit on the sofa directly, and teased Ricky: "Bill always complains that the house is difficult to clean up, and I'm afraid it's because of you."

Ricky grinned, and his face was still pretty. He sat down on the coffee table, casually threw a piece of potato chips into his mouth, chewed, and said, "Housework is arranged, this is a prenuptial agreement."

"And that thing." Deng Tinghao laughed dumbly.

"Of course, I'll show you." After speaking, Ricky jumped up from the coffee table indifferently, patted his buttocks and ran to the bedroom.Deng Tinghao called him with a smile, but helpless people had already rushed into the house, Boss Deng was a little bit dumbfounded, how could this kind of husband and wife privacy be revealed to outsiders?He looked at Ah-Dai subconsciously, wanting to reap the same helpless stare, but unexpectedly, Ah-Dai's eyeballs had already been nailed to the big bag of cake, potato chips, and beef jerky on the coffee table. Boss Deng had no choice but to caress Ah-Dai's Thighs, sighed: "I'll eat later..."

Dumb looked up at him, blinked, blinked, blinked...

"Forget it, you can eat it..." Boss Deng sighed resignedly: "Don't let others eat it."

"Yeah." Duan nodded seriously, then opened the cake box and began to happily put it in his mouth.

If it wasn't for a good netizen with a particularly strong relationship, Deng Tinghao would be a little embarrassed.He sat silently on the sofa and watched Dumb eating. After watching for 5 minutes, the sound of Ricky on the phone came out from the bedroom. He spoke Italian so fast that even Deng Tinghao couldn't keep up.

So Boss Deng looked at Dumb who had turned on the eating god mode, then at the half-open door, and resolutely decided to help in the kitchen.

Bill, a hardworking and capable family man, just brought a whole plate of maple syrup biscuits out of the oven, and the sweet aroma filled the whole kitchen. Deng Tinghao leaned over to see it and was amused: "Why are they baked like this?"

No, the big square biscuits smell really good, but the patterns on them are messy, and each piece is different, ugly and different.

Bill scratched his head shyly: "Not very good at pressing molds."

So Mr. Deng, the picky food photographer, rolled up his sleeves and simply took over the responsibility: "I'll do the rest."

"you can?"

"You underestimated me." Chef Deng happily closed the thick family cookbook next to him, and wrinkled his nose in disdain for the finished pizza pie: "Aren't you half of Chinese descent? ? Is it okay to eat these sweets every day?"

"I'm not very good at cooking Chinese food." Bill was shy again: "Chinese food is always called takeaway."

Deng Tinghao clicked his tongue twice, opened the refrigerator door casually, and marveled at the rows of beers inside.He couldn't help imagining the scene of the two young couple drinking beer and nibbling spicy duck necks watching the ball and having sex in the early morning of the World Cup, feeling deeply jealous.

"Hey... it's good to be stable..." Boss Deng couldn't help feeling emotional.He dug out a large pot of frozen lamb leg meat from the frozen layer, and clapped his hands happily: "That's great, give me a meat cleaver, I'll plan it and let's eat it in hot pot."

"Hot pot?" Bill's eyes lit up.

So Deng Tinghao became awesome again, and nodded very eagerly: "Well, hot pot is not troublesome, just collect some vegetables from your house and give it to me. By the way, do you have any fish? One pot of hot pot and one pot of grilled fish, both spicy and spicy. Fight, it’s very popular to eat like this in mainland China recently.”

Bill's happy eyes lit up, and he immediately took Deng Tinghao's arm and said, "Yes, yes, there are everything in the small vegetable garden behind, I'll pick them right away, just wait..." As soon as he finished speaking, People have already run out.Chef Deng looked around the well-equipped small kitchen, feeling eager to try and very happy.He probed out and saw that Ricky was showing Dumb a huge photo album. Dumb with a wooden face was still holding a cream cake in his hand, staring at the two loving handsome guys in the photo, obviously deeply shocked by the vision.

Deng Tinghao laughed, everything was on the right track, and his intuition told him that this would be a very beautiful carnival night.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Deng Tinghao: "Dumb, I found that you are very dishonest. There is no food."

Dumb (picking up the meat in the hot pot with a wooden face): "What is rice?"

Deng Tinghao: "When you drink, you have wine, when you go to bed, you have bed | food, when you eat, you have food!"

Dumb (rolling up a large lump of meat with chopsticks and dipping it in sesame sauce): "For example?"

Deng Tinghao: "For example, when you eat hot pot, you scoop up all the meat by yourself. Is this authentic? I haven't put down my chopsticks yet, two plates of meat are gone!"

Dumb (serious): "You shouldn't just want two plates of meat, you know I can't get enough."

Deng Tinghao: "What I'm telling you is a question of moral character! It's not a question of how much meat you have!"

Dumb: "Oh."

Deng Tinghao (feeling that his guidance played a role): "Then do you want to change it in the future?"

Dumb (simply): "No."

Deng Tinghao: "..."

Dumb: "Waiter, come ten more plates of meat."

Deng Tinghao: "..."

————————— theater dividing line———————

Recently, the text is so cold that cabbage is about to grow~!Rolling around like a baby, want to comment and collect~~