Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

The dim light in front of the bar shrouded the two of them in the semi-darkness. Ji Lianhuo leaned forward, as if he wanted to enclose the person in front of his chest, his eyes lingered on the man's face, and he bit Wang Zhaomou's brand-new picture frame.

Wang Zhaomou raised his hands, grabbed Ji Lianhuo's waist, and pressed him down.

"Zhao Zhao." Ji Lianhuo sank and sat back to his original position, his cheeks were a little flushed, and his eyes were moist.

"I prefer a long and stable relationship." Wang Zhaomou approached Ji Lianhuo, looked at the young man in front of him, raised his hand and gently stroked a few strands of hair on Ji Lianhuo's forehead.

"After I identify a relationship, I will spend time and energy maintaining it. A winter vacation or a summer vacation is not long for me."

Ji Lianhuo's eyes lit up a little, looking at Wang Zhaomou, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.

"Of course, there are some things that I have to tell you in advance." Wang Zhaomou looked serious.

"The atmosphere in foreign countries is different from that in China. You are Leng's family, and there will be countless people to curry favor with you, and even use some unconventional means."

Ji Lianhuo's eyes moved, he held Wang Zhaomou's hand eagerly, pulled open the neckline, and stroked his heart.

"I am Zhao Zhao."

The skin under his hands was smooth and warm. Ji Lianhuo's training some time ago had a remarkable effect. Wang Zhaomou raised his eyebrows slightly, and his hands seemed to be quite good.

Ji Lianhuo's originally flushed cheeks were stained with a layer of blush again, and he looked down at the man's fair wrist and slender fingers, his eyes were green and bold.

Sensing Ji Lianhuo's slight rubbing forward, Wang Zhaomou slowly withdrew his hands, with a smile in his eyes.

The music in the bar switched to the next one. Wang Zhaomou listened to the prelude, got up from the bar, and extended his hand to Ji Lianhuo with a smile.

"Can you ballroom dance?"

"No." Ji Lianhuo looked up at the person in front of him and at the hand in front of him.

I clearly don't know how to do it, but I still can't control it, so I handed over Zhao Zhao's hand and squeezed Zhao Zhao's hand tightly.

"I'll teach you." Wang Zhaomou hooked his lips and smiled gracefully, pulled Ji Lianhuo up, and led Ji Lianhuo to the empty dance floor.

"Your left hand, hold my right hand." Wang Zhaomou guided Ji Lianhuo to stretch out his hand, interlocking his fingers, and asked Ji Lianhuo to raise his thumb so that it touched his own thumb upward.

"The other hand..." Before Wang Zhaomou finished speaking, Ji Lianhuo blushed and tightly wrapped his arms around Wang Zhaomou's waist.

The distance between the two was shortened in an instant, and Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo with a slight smile on his lips.

"Not here."

Ji Lianhuo's eyes flickered, and he felt that Zhaozhao was guiding his hand, slowly upwards, caressing all the way, until it was under the scapula, and then stopped.

"Close your fingers together." Wang Zhaomou said softly.

As the breath passed by his ears, Ji Lianhuo's heart was out of control, and the little cat in his heart played a drum set, beating on the thin drum head, making ear-shattering sounds, accompanied by blood rushing, To Ji Lianhuo's ear.

Wang Zhaomou opened his left hand, and put his arm lightly on Ji Lianhuo's upper right arm.

"In this posture, you are the root and I am the vine. You need to lead me." Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes to look at Ji Lianhuo, "But because you don't know it for now, remember my posture and I will lead you."

Ji Lianhuo blushed, and looked at Wang Zhaomou's posture seriously, and after a while, he switched postures with Wang Zhaomou and exchanged obediently.

"Three steps slower to get started first." Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo and smiled, "When I move forward, I will step forward with my left foot, and you withdraw your right foot. Then I will immediately extend your right foot, you withdraw your left foot, and finally retract your right foot." feet together, understand?"

"Understood." Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips, lowered his head a little nervously, and looked at their feet.

"Don't lower your head." Wang Zhaomou saw Ji Lianhuo raised his head quickly, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Look at me."

Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and focused on looking at the person in front of him, his eyes were full, as if there was only one person in front of him left in the world.

Wang Zhaomou took a step, and Ji Lianhuo withdrew, surprisingly smoothly.

"Out with your right foot, the same rhythm as before."

Ji Lianhuo held Wang Zhaomou's hand tightly, and walked obediently. He felt that Brother Zhaomou was leading him, and it seemed that he didn't need to think too much. Following Zhaomou's guidance and looking into his eyes, he could easily complete the steps.

Wang Zhaomou quietly looked at Ji Lianhuo in front of him. He seemed to have a unique talent, and he learned all these things naturally. Whether it was the subsequent left turn step or right turn step, as long as he led him, he would be able to learn from the unfamiliarity at the beginning. , extremely fast adaptation and proficiency.

Wang Zhaomou tried to teach him some more difficult steps, side-to-side, side-to-side, and right-to-right. Ji Lianhuo could do it almost as soon as he taught him, and he could do it fluently after practicing a few times.

It was a tiring task to fight with novices, but Ji Lianhuo was exceptionally cooperative and coordinated.

Ji Lianhuo's temperament is already excellent. When he is serious, his eyes are dark, his attitude is rigorous, his back is straight, and his strength cannot be ignored.

Considering that Ji Lianhuo will represent the identity of the Leng family in public, Wang Zhaomou asked Ji Lianhuo to change his posture again, trying to dominate himself.

Ji Lianhuo almost walked in the order that Wang Zhaomou taught him just now. Wang Zhaomou cooperated with Ji Lianhuo, forward, backward, and sideways. Ji Lianhuo accelerated with the rhythm of the music, and led Wang Zhaomou to walk wantonly on the dance floor.

At the end of a piece of music, there were fine beads of sweat on Wang Zhaomou's forehead. Ji Lianhuo lowered his body, slowly moved his palms down, wrapped his arms around Wang Zhaomou's waist, and kissed the forehead of the person in front of him.

"Zhao Zhao, let's do it again, shall we?" Ji Lianhuo smiled at Wang Zhaomou when he heard the prelude to the next piece of music. He really liked this kind of closeness with brother Zhaomou, breathing and blending with each other, and he knew what the other was going to do with just one look. One step way of entertaining.

Wang Zhaomou accompanied Ji Lianhuo to practice familiarization. In the last song, in the soft and relaxing music, Ji Lianhuo put his arms around Wang Zhaomou's waist, lowered his head and put his head on Wang Zhaomou's shoulders, breathing the breath of Brother Zhaomou, and then Move slowly to the music.

Wang Zhaomou's back was sweating profusely, and his shirt was almost wet. Ji Lianhuo didn't seem to feel sleepy yet. He wrapped his arms around the waist of the person in front of him, and kissed Wang Zhaomou's damp neck lightly.

Like a touch of water, a little kiss.

It was late at night, and when he left Yeshou Bar, Ji Lianhuo took off his coat and wrapped it around Wang Zhaomou worriedly.

Wang Zhaomou was sweating a little, he didn't want to just get into the car, so he took Ji Lianhuo for a walk on the street.

This street is full of Ji Lianhuo's memories. Wang Zhaomou saw that the place where Ji Lianhuo had set up a stall had been replaced by another fruit stall. The owner of the fruit stall had a tricycle, and there were apples and pears in boxes on the ground. There are half a basket of oranges.

Ji Lianhuo stood beside Wang Zhaomou, seeing Wang Zhaomou's gaze, he naturally knew what Zhaozhao was thinking.

"He does a lot better than me." Ji Lianhuo looked at the tricycle and smiled, "If I had a tricycle at that time, I would definitely have earned more."

Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo with a smile in his eyes.

"Then I should have given you a tricycle at that time."

"Zhaozhao." Ji Lianhuo lowered his voice, leaning against Wang Zhaomou's ear, and the end of his voice rose slightly, almost begging for mercy.

With a smile in his eyes, Wang Zhaomou was wearing Ji Lianhuo's coat, and was tightly held by Ji Lianhuo's hand.

When some vendors on the street saw Ji Lianhuo, their eyes averted a little. When Ji Lianhuo looked at these people now, his heart was calm and even a little numb.

If something like that happens again, these people will still choose to cheat and betray, but Ji Lianhuo will not blame them.

They just follow the law of the jungle and want to use the smallest sacrifice to protect themselves and the stalls that can support their families.At that time, I had a lot of strength, I just dropped out of school, and I didn't have much experience in the world. If I didn't lie to myself, who would I lie to?

As for being tricked into being dripping with blood, whether he died or lived was none of their business.

It's the same now, the world is still dominated by the strong, but now I am the one who eats the meat.

It's all because of Brother Zhaomou, everything about me is different.

But they are still exactly the same as before.

Ji Lianhuo clenched the hands of the people around him, turned to look at Wang Zhaomou, his eyes were brightened, and there was a smile on his lips.

After taking a walk in the street, Wang Zhaomou and Ji Lianhuo got into the car. Many stall owners looked at their car with dry eyes and complicated silence.

Ji Lianhuo was drunk, so naturally he couldn't drive. The driver was waiting for the two of them early. Looking in the rearview mirror, he could see Ji Lianhuo leaning on the boss, like a piece of brown sugar, with a smile on his face. Slightly drunk.

"Zhao Zhao, if I hadn't met you, what would I look like?" Ji Lianhuo pressed close to Wang Zhaomou and lowered his voice.

Wang Zhaomou was quiet for a moment, thinking of the head of the Leng family in his previous life, he smiled slightly.

"You will be great."

Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips, thought carefully, and shook his head.

"If I hadn't met Zhao Zhao, I would definitely have become what I hate."

Wang Zhaomou didn't speak, but just raised his hand and touched the top of Ji Lianhuo's hair.

The leaves in Sucheng fell, time passed quickly, Ji Lianhuo ushered in the first month of university exams, and the notes in his hand were borrowed and borrowed, and even a copy was directly copied.

Lin Xingxing is such a fun-loving person. During the exam month, he is like Sun Monkey encountering a curse. Except for class, he stays in the dormitory to study honestly all day, and occasionally goes to the library to see if there are any vacancies.

The library is overcrowded. Ji Lianhuo has to queue up several times to borrow books. Compared with other people who study in the study room and library, Ji Lianhuo prefers to go home to study with books in his arms, and he can also look at Brother Zhaomou more .

The exam week is getting closer and closer, and Ji Lianhuo knows that the day when he will leave brother Zhaomou is also getting closer.

The professor drew the key points of a book, and the test proved that it was really the test point of a book.

The examination time of each college of Sioux City University is different. The School of Economics and Management is ranked in the middle. It has already completed all the subjects before the school's stipulated holiday date.

Mr. Leng didn't give Ji Lianhuo too much time, he gave Ji Lianhuo a day to pack his luggage, and told Ji Lianhuo implicitly that he didn't need to take anything, he could buy it over there.

Ji Lianhuo packed his luggage with lowered eyes, and looked around. Except for a few pieces of personal clothing, there was nothing to put in the suitcase.

Ji Lianhuo thought for a while, took out the digital camera Zhaomou brother gave him from the cabinet, wrapped it in a layer of clothes, and put it firmly in the suitcase.

Ji Lianhuo went abroad for the first time, and the formalities were handled by the Leng family. The Leng family had a special plane and arranged everything properly.

"Brother Zhaomou, can I still use Huaguo's mobile phone when I go to the United States? How can I contact you?" Before leaving, Ji Lianhuo hugged Wang Zhaomou and did not let go. His words were nasal and his eyes were watery and sad. .

"The phone should be usable, just change the card." Wang Zhaomou patted Ji Lianhuo on the back, soothing him gently, "Just go for more than 40 days, you can do it."