Dad's Romance

Only like the body.

Baton.

brilliant.

Lin Yuxian applauded silently in his heart, raised his eyebrows in a defiant arc, gave the driver a powerful look, and then hurriedly looked away.

There's nothing to be proud of about this kind of thing.

Hey, I'll go, what about the phone, can you record his current, unstoppable spooky appearance, and then slap him in the face!

Forget it.

what sense.

"Master, there is a convenience store in front, please stop there."

The driver cast a knowing glance from the rearview mirror.

Lin Yuxian: "..."

Do you always drive a yellow car?

Han Ke flipped into Lin Yuxian's trouser pocket frivolously, making sure that everything was there, and asked while holding his chin, "I can't use that much for one night, three are enough."

"Brother, shut up." He lowered his head and kissed Han Ke's fingers, "When I was young, my parents often forgot to cook for me. After a day of my painting, my fingers were also purple. Just eat a piece of candy. You wait my brother."

"You are my sugar." Han Ke said.

"Don't, don't talk about it." Lin Yuxian sighed silently, and almost reconciled with the world on the spot that he was just a toy. He took a deep look at Han Ke, "Brother, I won't be by your side in the future, remember Open one eye and close one eye when sleeping... If you are sleepy, remember to go home to catch up on sleep. I won’t go anywhere, just in Haishi.”

His breath paused abruptly, and he said, "I was teasing you just now, so don't promise me, only death and parting are eternal, I understand."

Lin Yuxian will always remember that late at night, the wind in front of the convenience store was terrifying, the petals rolled up on the ground were like a curtain of flying catkins, and his black shadow in the glass was a bit like a ghost who had nowhere to reincarnate.

He picked out sea salt-flavored lollipops from the import aisle.

When Han Ke licked it, he would think of an idiot who was also a little salty.

Since "Jiang Wei" was 19 years old, Lin Yuxian has always carried a lollipop in his trouser pocket.

It's a somewhat hopeless habit.

Pity can't make him persist for so long, deep love can.

As for the one who likes to turn over the ashes under the altar, it should be Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu" smiled more like a fool. He liked to play Lin Yuxian's forehead the most. After playing it, he would add another sentence: "Doesn't he like to kiss here very much, and kiss the fart when the bullet is swollen."

"..."

Row.

Awesome.

Once "accidentally" tied Lin Yuxian to a chair, he spoke at an astonishing speed, firing sound waves that could not resonate with Lin Yuxian like a cannonball.

"Brother, you all like the bad habit of kidnapping people. Can you change it one day? My arm is not bleeding, and it must be cut off if it is necrotic. Will you transplant my arm?"

"Xiao Wu" touched the back of his neck from time to time, scratching out red marks before giving up.

He will take the initiative to eat lollipops.

Lin Yuxian squatted in the back garden of the old house, staring at Han Ke digging the hole dejectedly. He dug the tomb-shaped hole for a month.

Until it was just enough for two people to fit in, the walls were "polished" to be smooth and flat, and the right angle might even make a surveyor feel ashamed. Han Ke finally dragged him in by holding his leg.

He seemed to be possessed by a devil, strangling his neck for a while, and reminding himself to pay attention to the skull at his feet.

"I'll take you to die together." His lips were pale and he said with tears.

"I love you, brother, you can do anything." Lin Yuxian said in a serene tone. He was afraid that the mud on his hands would stain Han Ke, so he wiped it on his clothes and touched Han Ke's hideous face. Don't be scared."

At that moment, Han Ke's frail body trembled slightly, and the blood color gradually recovered on his face. Finally, his guttural voice became hoarse from crying, and he hugged him and said, "What should I do with you, Xiao Wu."

"..."

Alas, brother, the island in my heart has been called long moss by you.

That book was only finished intermittently in the winter of 2023, and the blank spaces in front of it were also filled in by "Liu Qiming", "Ke Yaning", "Ding Yu" and "Lu Ze".

The syllable of Fighter must have "yu", which is the name Han Ke kept shouting from the bottom of his heart.

Ding Yuhe kicked his feet, and finally took Han Ke to the quietest place, allowing him to learn to "be peaceful in a corner".

As for the surnamed Lu, ranking him as the sixth child is enough to think highly of him.

After Christmas in 2023, there was heavy rain again, and the cold moon lay outside the window in the long night, casting ghostly shadows on the light green wallpaper that Meiyin 101 had just pasted.

When Lin Yuxian read about the crazy woman who appeared outside the taxi, drinking with Zheng Nanshan by the sea, and the "Mist" bar, his suspicions pierced his chest like a knife.

Therefore, Han Ke was able to receive certain information at that time, and the information was reconstructed in another form in his brain.

He must have heard the words "I love you" that he said at the bottom of the pit, so he said "I love you too, Lin Xianxian" to Xiao Wu in the book.

But Han Ke activated the brain of the self-protection mechanism, allowing him to selectively forget in the end-I was also there, witnessing his madness.

Stretching, Lin Yuxian walked over to Han Ke who was obviously nervous.

Well, it can be seen that I am very nervous, and I want to use my body to be ready for sex/seduction at any time.

He was wearing a black velvet suit and black trousers with no underwear inside. His long muscle indentation stretched from his chest to his waist, and he was chewing on cereal that looked like vomit.

The doctor said that in addition to taking medicine, more coarse grains should be added. Han Ke doesn't like to eat corn dregs like a pigeon, and cereal is his last compromise.

"Student Han Ke." Lin Yuxian tossed the printed novel, leaned on the dining table, and followed his chest all the way to the bottom, "So, Xiao Wu is...very important to you."

Han Ke stared speechlessly at Xiao Wu who was punished to stand under the banyan tree, shook his head, and said, "Otherwise, I'll dance for you...I haven't danced for anyone else yet. Luna sent it to me, just now Learned, inserting, inserting pocket dance, shy confession dance...hip-twisting dance, you can choose one."

"I love you, Ziqi, I fucking love you to death." Lin Yuxian said in Xiaowu's tone.

"I love you too, Lin is busy."

"Snapped--"

An invincible palm appeared on Han Ke's face.

"You hit me." Han Ke said aggrievedly, covering his face.

Seriously pretending to be pitiful is simply...

It's hard to say.

Lin Yuxian: "Hey, tell me, Xiao Wu, Lao Zheng, and the old six are still having fun at home."

Han Ke: "Well, as I told you, my illness is still not cured."

Lin Yuxian's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he pressed Han Ke's Adam's apple with malicious intent: "Then let them watch the show well."

Han Ke's eyes flashed unusually brightly, and he watched with surprise and dissatisfaction as his shoulders gradually approached him, and then his waist and limbs pressed together tightly, and the abundant strength finally overwhelmed the defense line, rushing towards him like a tide.

It was a hoarse crusade.

When the wolf nature in his body gushed out, at first he stretched out all his tentacles in an extremely self-confident posture, and wrapped Lin Yuxian tightly with his teeth and claws.

2038, fall.

Lin Yuxian was tied to the metasequoia, and he had been watching Han Ke's performance for nearly half an hour.

He touched the tooth marks on Lin Yuxian's neck, pulled off the tie from his mouth, bowed his head and confessed: "I'm sorry."

"Well, it's good to know that I'm wrong, and if I'm so crazy again, I'll go straight back."

In the fragments of the stream of consciousness that Han Ke has been eliciting over the years, there is a scene that happened nearby. It was raining heavily, and he was tearing Lin Xianxian's clothes.

He had knelt down and begged Lin Yuxian for forgiveness for this matter no less than twenty times.

Every time he replied lightly: "It doesn't matter, I like it."

At noon the next day, on the way to the final event of the school celebration, Lin Yuxian rested his head on Han Ke's leg with his eyes closed, his braid sticking behind his head very obtrusively.

"Lin Zhi, lend me a rubber band." Han Ke said.

We can't let him clash with Qu Yao's hairstyle anymore.

Lin Zhi rolled her eyes and handed it over from the co-pilot.

Han Ke pretended to be snoring, but actually secretly changed it into double braids on the side of his neck. When he got out of the car, he didn't forget to suppress Lin Zhi's desire to remind him, and said "shh" to her.

After being asked for his autograph yesterday, Han Ke wore a black baseball cap today, and replaced his white shirt with a black inner layer. The full black velvet suit made him look taller and thinner.

It also highlights Lin Xianxian's foolishness in wearing a bow tie and braids.

Then Han Ke was heartbroken to find that Qu Yao also combed two, and sat at the same table with them.

Han Ke's eyebrows twitched: "..."

It's a shame to attack the world.

"Lin Yuxian! What kind of tacit understanding is this between us!" Qu Yao set off firecrackers in the sewer.

"Take it off, I'll spare you." Han Ke said.

Lin Yuxian was memorizing the lyrics, but he didn't pay attention to the rustling laughter beside him, and Qu Yao's itchy provocation.

Ziyou cleans him up.

Qu Yao respectfully changed his look on the spot.

Han Ke blocked a few rounds of wine as usual, and seeing Lin Yuxian swallowed another glass, he said in his ear, "Honey, you can't spit out the money from the gallery anymore."

"What did I say yesterday?!"

"Donate 10% of proceeds annually."

Lin Yuxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and drank another cup to suppress his shock, "...Then can I take back this sentence today?"

"It's late baby, don't drink it, and you will donate it to the cold storage if you drink it."

Today, the host was very enthusiastic about Lin Yuxian, and his eyebrows were beaming when he introduced him to perform: "Next, we are inviting Lin Yuxian, an internationally renowned painter and designer. His performance is "Light White"."

Lin Yuxian hurriedly got up, and then he still didn't forget to lower his head to complain to Han Ke: "Ziqi, it really looks like your 90s announcer accent in the drama."

"Didn't you sing "Dew Oil"... When did you watch the drama?!"

Lin Yuxian raised his hands behind him, and walked onto the stage with laughter all the way.

The host spotted his hairstyle from afar and joked, "Your daughter only wears one ponytail, but you have two..."

Excuse me.

The guests in the audience finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Lin Yuxian froze for a moment, stroked his hair, turned around and stared angrily: "Yu Ziqi!"

He didn't have time to remove the double braids, jumped onto the stage, and grabbed the microphone: "Today, Yu Ziqi sang this broken song, I need him to come up and dance with him, just the shy one who twists his hips and puts his pockets in his pocket to confess his love, hurry up. Tsk. , don’t shrink down, doesn’t your alma mater celebrate your birthday at all, or I’ll donate again…”

"do not."

Han Ke panicked, grabbed Qu Yao's clothes corner under the table, covered his mouth and said, "It's time for you to atone, go quickly."

Qu Yao suppressed a smile: "Not really, my name is not Yu Ziqi."

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Thank you for watching, orrrrrrrrz, the last chapter will be tomorrow, if you finish coding (the main stupid author needs to code the thank you list), bow