blame at every turn

With Shao Mingyu, the ticking time bomb, and Liang Hairuo, Liang Haixi, a pair of living treasures who don't know when they will come back, before bedtime, Yang Ya didn't want Yue Qin to stay here for a long time in their dormitory, so he invited him to eat outside, and had no choice. takeout.

The restaurant Yang Ya chose was not far from the company but not close either, half an hour's walk away.

As an actor, although Yang Ya's image as "Li Chengyun" on the screen has almost become a household name, but the number of times he has shown his face in the public eye is not too much, and he has not yet reached the point where he needs to go out fully armed.

So because the clothes he was originally wearing were a little dirty from the dust, Yang Ya changed before going out. He didn't dress up deliberately, and chose more casually—even a little too casually, the overalls were washed white, The old man's vest was slightly yellowed, and people who didn't know it thought he had just come down from some construction site.

Unless there are special sexual fetishes or man-hungry symptoms, most people will not linger on him for too long when they see him dressed like this, nor will they care about his appearance.

But for Yue Qin, the attractiveness of Yang Ya's attire was too fatal.

Because the clothes were really tight on Yang Ya.

Except for the knees, the fabric is close to the skin, as if not wearing it, every inch of muscle lines can be seen at a glance, even the folds that float up with the swing of the limbs when walking can arouse people's infinite reverie, let Yue Qin couldn't help taking a look, but he didn't dare to look too much, for fear that his eyes would stick to something he shouldn't be looking at and he wouldn't be able to pull it off, which would attract Yang Ya's attention.

He always felt that Yang Ya's outfit looked familiar, like the one he used to wear on the construction site before he went to college.

But the clothes will definitely not be the same clothes, Yue Qin clearly remembers where the clothes went.Moreover, the current Yang Ya is taller than him and has a better figure than him. His clothes must be a few sizes bigger than him.

Because Yang Ya did not support him on the construction site, the two had a lot of friction before they quarreled. One of them was that Yang Ya threw his work clothes into the smelly room behind the construction site in front of him. In the ditch.At that time, although Yue Qin was no longer obsessed with cleanliness, he still didn't have the courage to fish out clothes from the stinky ditch, wash them and wear them again, so he didn't want to wear them again.

Although Yue Qin wondered why Yang Ya, an artist, had such an unseemly dress in his closet, he was not so narcissistic that he thought that Yang Ya eight years ago would fish clothes from the stinky ditch for him , let alone feel that Yang Ya bought the same style as the one he wore.

He thought it was just a piece of clothing he had worn for more than ten days, so Yang Ya should not be so nostalgic for it.Eight years have passed, and he must have forgotten that he has worn such a suit.

——And the facts are similar to what he guessed, Yang Ya really forgot that he still wore such a suit.Yang Ya's impression of this outfit is only that he was still wearing it frequently six or seven years ago, otherwise he wouldn't just wear it so blatantly.

He just felt that this outfit looked cool and simple, and the more plain the clothes, the more he could show his own advantages.

But after taking it up, he always felt that the clothes were a little tight.

Although the tighter the clothes, the better the effect of highlighting the figure, but it is obviously not a wise move to go out in such a suit. Every step Yang Ya takes is very reserved, for fear that if the steps are too big, the plain pants will become unsuitable in the next second. So plain crotch pants.

Before Yang Ya became an actor, he fought with people every day. After he became an actor, he took on martial arts scenes. It's common practice, and I have already trained to have rough skin and thick flesh. Only the skin on the thighs has not been wronged much. Now it is so worn that it can catch fire. Yang Ya feels uncomfortable, but he can only bear it.

These are the clothes he chose by himself, and he has nothing to regret. After all, he can't show his figure in other clothes. He has elastic tights, but they are too deliberate. For trousers, he only has long johns. When neurotic.

Yue Qin only cared about Yang Ya's good figure, completely unaware of Yang Ya's hard work at this time.

He thought back to when he was still at the construction site.

The clothes are distributed on the construction site, and each person only has one suit.

When he first went to the construction site, Yue Qin wondered why everyone else was wearing the school uniforms of the children at home. It is said that there are uniformly distributed clothes, so they should be worn first. He always felt that the quality of the clothes issued on the construction site should be more suitable for work.

He didn't know until after wearing the clothes that the quality of the clothes was poor and would damage the skin, but Yue Qin couldn't hold up the mass-produced clothes with a single-digit cost price, and had to roll up his trouser legs a lot to avoid stumbling. After getting used to it, he didn't feel any discomfort. If Yang Ya didn't throw away his clothes, he might be able to wear them for a whole summer vacation.

Although he was already an adult at that time, he hadn't fully grown yet.

Yue Qin touched his belly, thinking that if he still kept the clothes, he should be able to wear the same effect as Yang Ya... right.

Yue Qin didn't have any confidence in thinking like this. When he arrived at the restaurant, he ordered twice his usual meal, and felt sorry for Yang Ya's tendons. Thinking that his muscles are so muscular, the energy burden must be heavy. He ordered rice for two and urged him to eat more.

Yang Ya couldn't express his suffering.

On the way back, he was almost unable to walk. Because Yue Qin had eaten too much and was fighting to strengthen his body, when passing by the park, he proposed to take a detour back from the park. Yang Ya wanted to refuse, but he couldn't find him. Seeing a suitable reason, he could only bite the bullet and agree.

There are large artificial lakes and lush trees in the park.

After decades of precipitation, the artificial traces at the beginning of the park's construction are not too obvious. The flowers, birds, and caterpillars that were once intentionally introduced by people, after several generations of alternation, have completely become the aborigines here, and the park has become a place for animals and plants. The paradise is rich in species, and naturally annoying mosquitoes are indispensable.

In addition, the residential area is far away, and there are no fitness equipment, children's toys, etc. in the park. Although the climate in the park is pleasant, there are almost no pedestrians walking on the pebble-paved path.

But inaccessible does not mean that there are no people.

Not only did they meet someone, but they also met a young fan of Yang Ya.

The little fan is a boy. He looks like he is seven or eight years old at most. He stays with his mother. He was squatting by the lake and carrying a small bucket to scoop water. His eyes lit up when he found Yang Ya. He ran over quickly, blocked the way of the two of them, yelled at Yang Ya, and danced.

It is already past seven o'clock in the evening, but because it is summer, it gets dark late, and the sparse street lights in the park are enough for them to see the boy's movements clearly, but because the boy is too excited, his gestures are a bit messy, Yang Ya squinted his eyes After distinguishing for a while, before he could figure out what he wanted to express, the boy's mother hurried over.

She grabbed the boy behind her, and hurriedly bowed and apologized to the two: "I'm sorry, children are ignorant, so I didn't disturb you!"

"Nothing." Yang Ya showed a very friendly smile, "We came to the park to play, not to do business, there is nothing to disturb, and we can meet such cute children when we relax. , we have won the first prize in the lottery.”

Yue Qin didn't speak, but also smiled faintly.

Seeing that the faces of the two did not mean to blame, the boy's mother breathed a sigh of relief, said "I'm sorry" several times, and was about to hold the little boy's hand and leave, but the little boy hugged the tree beside him tightly, saying He refused to leave with his mother for anything, stared at Yang Ya's face for a moment, and waited for his mother to squat down and ask him what was wrong, then he pointed at Yang Ya seriously. Slowly gesture up.

Yue Qin watched the interaction between the mother and the child, his left index finger trembled, and Yang Ya hooked it with his little finger, pretending to be inadvertent, and sneaked into his palm.

After the boy's mother "listened" to his appeal, she raised her eyes and looked at Yang Ya in surprise, "Excuse me, are you the one who played Li Chengyun in "The Devil"..."

"Yang Ya." Yang Ya smiled and said to the little boy, "Thank you for liking me, but you can't kiss me."

The boy looked puzzled and asked him why in sign language.

Because he couldn't squat down.

Yang Ya thought painfully.

His trouser waist is almost stretched to the limit, if he squats down now, he may really have to wear crotch pants back.

"Because you are still a child, and I am an adult. It is illegal for an adult to kiss a child, and you will be arrested by the police uncle."

Hearing this, the little boy showed a disappointed expression, but obediently did not ask for it anymore.The boy's mother was a little surprised: "Do you also know sign language?"

Yang Ya nodded: "I know a little bit, but only if I can understand it."

He exchanged a few more pleasantries with the boy's mother.The casual conversation was a little embarrassing, the woman's language and body movements were very stiff, but Yang Ya's expression was natural and casual, as if he was chatting with a friend he had known for many years.

Yue Qin watched from the sidelines, unable to speak, thinking that Yang Ya had really changed a lot. Before, it was only the contact between two people, and his feelings were not very deep. Now that there are other people present, he suddenly felt that Yang Ya really It was no longer the one he knew before.

The present him is very far away from him, and he is no longer the existence that he dared not touch but was within reach in the past.

Yue Qin was caught in the gap between reality and memory, he didn't even notice when the boy's mother left, Yang Ya clenched his hand so much that it was almost drenched in sweat.

Yang Ya returned his attention to Yue Qin, and found that he was in a daze, so he secretly pinched Yue Qin's face.

When Yue Qin came back to his senses, he met Yang Ya's eyes flickering under the street lamp.

"Actually, I didn't tell them the truth," Yang Ya said, "I can not only understand sign language, but also use it, but now I only remember a few, do you want to read it?"

Yue Qin's thoughts have not been fully recovered, he listened to what Yang Ya said, and nodded blankly.

Yang Ya took a few steps back, to a place where Yue Qin could easily see his gestures, raised his hands, palms up, slapped them up and down, then smiled, and put his index finger on his lips.

After watching this set of actions, Yue Qin was taken aback.

Then Yang Ya did this set of sign language again, and added the phonetic interpretation.

"This is yuè, the 'yue' of joy, and the 'yue' of Yue Qin."

"This is qīn, the 'kiss' of kisses, and the 'qin' of Yue Qin."

A paragraph of text automatically appeared in Yue Qin's mind, which completed his following words: Yue Qin is a kiss full of joy, a person who fell from the sky to the mortal world, and God commanded me to love.

This is what Yue Qiqiao wrote in his pencil case when explaining the origin of his name to him.

Yue Qin learned to introduce his name to others when he was three years old. Together with Yue Qiqiao, he was kicked out of the house by his father and his fiancée; at the age of four, he learned sign language and was able to communicate with Yue Qiqiao. A mobile phone for the elderly who can read; at the age of six, he started to read and asked Yue Qiqiao about the origin of his name; at the age of 11, he accidentally saw this passage again, and then he really understood it, and he gestured excitedly to say Yang Ya listened.

At that time, Yang Ya seemed to be only eight years old.

——I didn’t expect him to remember such a long time ago.

Yue Qin was a little moved.

With an indescribable emotion, he turned his gaze back to Yang Ya's face, only to find that Yang Ya's expression was a little stiff.

So he quickly put away his emotions and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Ya took two deep breaths and said in a breathy voice, "The back of my clothes is split."

"Ah?" Yue Qin was moved by his emotions, and said nervously without thinking too much: "Then what should we do?"

"It's okay now, it's so dark, and few people on the road will deliberately observe other people's backs. The key is the short distance to the dormitory after returning to the company - otherwise, I will carry you back, and you can help me cover it." cover?"

Yue Qin quickly agreed.

So Yang Ya squatted down and asked Yue Qin to get on his back.

Before he squatted too deep, he heard a sharp sound, this time the sound was so loud that even Yue Qin could hear it clearly, and the movements of both of them were frozen in an instant.

Yang Ya didn't dare to squat down any more.

Originally, he just felt that his clothes were torn on the back, and he wanted to make use of it. He didn't want to forget that his pants were more fragile than his clothes because he was greedy for such a small gain. This time, he really wanted to wear crotch pants.

Silence lasted for a long time.

Yue Qin asked cautiously: "What was that voice just now?"

"It's my pants." Yang Ya quickly calmed down and took off his vest, "Yue Qin, I may need your cooperation, I will wrap the clothes around your legs, pretending to be your victim." It looks like I hurt my leg, can you go down a little later and help me cover my butt?"

The author says:

Stealing from your wife every day is punishable by having a wife in prison.