Mr. Shen's little boyfriend

Shen Chao's birthday is approaching.

On December 12th, He Qiutong talked about this day over and over again all day long.

He vaguely had an extremely crazy and unforgettable idea, but he was afraid that if he really did it, he would make Shen Chao angry again.

He Qiutong lay on the sofa in a tangled state, pressing the remote control in his hand one after another, and the TV screen kept changing with his movements.

The phone screen lit up, and He Qiutong reached out to take it.

^o^: Why don't you come to me to complain when you are alone at home today?

He Qiutong silently slandered in his heart: Of course it's because I'm busy picking out birthday gifts for you, and I don't have time to be bored.

After thinking for a moment, he typed and replied: Can I go out today to play with my brothers who used to ride motorcycles?Haven't seen each other for a long time, they said they want to get together.

Shen Chao's side was 'typing' for nearly a minute before the message came back, which was noticed by He Qiutong who had been staring at the phone screen.

^o^: OK.But you have to go home before ten o'clock in the evening.

As soon as he said he would leave, He Qiutong was not worrying about whether the gift would be too pleasant a surprise.He ran downstairs with his helmet on, rode the Tyrannosaurus and disappeared.

Gatherings in motorcycle groups are real, but He Qiutong is not really interested.But a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered that there was a brother with purple hair who knew a lot about tattoos and was an expert.

Only then did this sudden party join.

When he was waiting for the traffic lights to be fixed, he took out his cell phone and sent "I'm coming today" in the locomotive group, and the group exploded in an instant.

'Why is Mr. He not a prodigal son?Why did it suddenly appear? '

'Young Master He is coming back? '

'Is there a wave around the mountain track today! '

'...'

However, He Qiutong didn't see these twittering questions, because the green light was on, and he learned to be obedient by following Shen Chao's ears and eyes. He never distracted himself from other things while riding a bicycle, and he put his mobile phone in his pocket long ago. .

He Qiutong's prodigal son set foot here again a year later.

Looking around, there is a scene of ruins after the collapse of reinforced concrete, but you can see a flat land when you bypass a trail that can only be used by two-wheelers.

This place has not been taken by the developer yet, and all traces are created by their group of rebellious teenagers.

The flat land was compacted again and again by him with the wheels. In the end, he could see the appearance of the track, and he didn't know how many people's tires were worn out and how many people's sweat was soaked.

He Qiutong came here out of anger at his own father, but later he really fell in love with this place.

But when he met Shen Chao, after he completely walked out of the shadow brought by his father, he had some inexplicable emotions towards this place that had witnessed his unbearable times. Those feelings were contrary to love, but they couldn't be called disgust.

He Qiutong has been avoiding these "black histories" all the time. He blocked the news of the motorcycle group and deleted the few friends he had added before.

Even one second before he left the house, he felt that it was absolutely impossible to have a little nostalgia for this place.

But when he saw the scene of four or five motorcycles chasing each other and crossing the line back and forth on the track, his heart was touched uncontrollably.

The track here is completely different from what he remembered, with direction, turns, ups and downs...

Strange and familiar.

"Hey! Our young master He is here!"

This sentence echoed a hundred times, and several people on the motorcycle took off their helmets and waved to He Qiutong.

Someone was driving a locomotive towards him, He Qiutong straddled the Tyrannosaurus and did not avoid it——

When he got the closest, a drifting fancy brake from the opponent stopped in front of him, and if the distance was more than two centimeters, it would definitely be scraped.

The flying dust blurred He Qiutong's vision, but he vaguely saw the other party's lavender hair under the goggles.

Sure enough, "Tong'er! Why did you delete my WeChat account after you fucking left? You didn't say anything in the group." The purple hair lifted his helmet and put his hand on his shoulder, "If I didn't leave a message before leaving , I will pay you where you put it and fell into the pit."

In fact, people who can afford motorcycles are not short of money. The reason why they tinker with the track in this "crazy" place is firstly for fun, and secondly to show their "personality".

It is probably unprecedented for a group of sons to play with cars in the sandy ground.But they really played it, and they haven't gotten bored after playing it for several years. After all, they have feelings in the end.

This purple-haired person is one of the founders here, a veteran figure.

Xue Lingli, the illegitimate son of the Xue family.

Originally, the identity of the illegitimate child was not on the table, but he had a powerful mother, who squeezed out the original partner and succeeded in taking the position, and insisted that the original partner's eldest son was the illegitimate child.

There are countless swear words about this successful woman in the circle, but because of the appearance, no one has really taken it seriously.

Xue's mother wanted her son to inherit the property, so she kept asking Xue Lingli to learn etiquette and socialize. He got impatient and went out of the house to work on his own.

He started playing truant in high school, ran away from home, and met a tattoo artist who came back from Hong Kong, and the eldest brother was willing to teach him.Xue Lingli is also considered talented in tattooing. After studying for so many years, many fake skins were damaged, and finally he became a teacher and opened a tattoo shop.

Now he is a well-known artist in the tattoo circle.

That's why He Qiutong came here today.

The two made an appointment for a race, on this slightly dilapidated track.

The race between the two with the best driving skills is always eye-catching. The onlookers cheered alternately with flashing lights, and everyone turned off the lights before the official start of the race.

The roaring sound of the locomotive engine startled the flocks of birds in the distant forest, and they flew away in a black mass.

The two cars rushed out at the same time, like arrows leaving the string.Acceleration, deceleration, cornering, adjustment... He Qiutong felt this strange but familiar track again.

The two crossed the line almost at the same time, and people in the distance couldn't see clearly, so they waved and asked them, "Who won? I bet on Mr. He!"

Although He Qiutong joined later in the year, with his unafraid of death at that time, he drove the car so fast that no one could surpass him.

He Qiutong took off his helmet and smiled, "I lost! It seems that you will lose money today."

Xue Lingli's car was a few centimeters ahead of him, and people in the distance couldn't see them clearly, but they could see them clearly.

"What's the matter with you?" The shoulder was patted heavily, "How long has it been since you played with a car? The He Qiutong I knew before is not like you."

"I play with locomotives every day." Does it count to drive Teacher Shen to class every day?

"I believe in you asshole."

Just as He Qiutong was about to speak, the cell phone in his zipper pocket rang. He Qiutong thought it was Shen Chao's call, so he answered it without delay.

"Hello, hello?! Is it Tongtong? You finally answered my call!"

He Qiutong was stunned for a second, then glanced at the number on the phone screen—an unfamiliar number.

He blocked his father He Li's phone number a long time ago, and he didn't answer calls from unfamiliar numbers. He didn't expect his father to be so persistent, and he kept using different phone numbers for him after so many months.

"I went to school to look for you. Why don't you live in the dormitory? I waited for a whole day and didn't see you. Finally, I asked your roommate and said that you haven't lived in the dormitory for a long time." He Li was still rambling, like I was afraid that the call would be hung up and there would be no next call. "Do you still have any money? I have unfrozen your card. If you want to use money, just draw it from it."

"Father was wrong, I really know I was wrong..."

Hearing this, He Qiutong realized that his hands holding the phone were trembling a little. He had been silent for a while without speaking, his stiff body was like a dead tree with no roots standing in the soil.

He Qiutong hung up the phone.

Xue Lingli noticed his strangeness, and after he put down the phone, he asked silently with his eyes, He Qiutong cheered up, and smiled at the other party pretending to be relaxed.

"How's your tattoo parlor going?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Xue Lingli squinted at him, "Do you want to get a tattoo?"

"Yeah. That's why I want to ask you."

He Qiutong's gaze fell on Xue Lingli's neck. There was a snake with vicious eyes tattooed on it. The tattoo artist was very skilled and the pattern was lifelike. It was like a real poisonous snake crawling out of the collar and wrapping around the man's neck.

The poisonous snake rolled and slid as Xue Lingli said, "The co-author came back because I asked for it? You deleted my WeChat before."

Speaking of this, He Qiutong was also a little embarrassed, but fortunately he knew that Xue Lingli was a paper tiger with a cold face and a warm heart.

The two finally added WeChat again, bid farewell to other riders, and rode their motorcycles towards Xue Lingli's tattoo shop.

Before He Qiutong came here, he specially removed the muffler pipe. The sound of the two engines was thunderous, and when they ran through the street, there was a gust of wind, which caused countless passers-by on the sidewalk to look sideways.

It had been a long time since he had experienced this feeling of bombing the street, and the rebellious factor in his blood seemed to be gradually boiling up, but He Qiutong suddenly remembered Shen Chao.

The name Shen Chao is really magical, it can make his heart calm down instantly.

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Xue Lingli's tattoo shop is on the side of the street. There is nothing too fancy. It is completely different from the boss's light purple hair color. The decoration inside and outside the shop is neat.

"Did the boss have an appointment this afternoon?"

"Boss Xue, we ordered fried chicken takeaway, would you like to have a bite?"

Xue Lingli shook his head, said 'no', and led He Qiutong into the inner room.

The room at the end of the left turn is Xue Lingli's exclusive tattoo room, and generally only his exclusive guests are eligible to enjoy services here.This place is different from the serious decoration outside the door. There are colorful graffiti painted on the wall, and there are all kinds of tattoo hand-painted patterns.

Different elements are mixed with each other, which has a strange beauty.

"What do you want to tattoo?" Xue Lingli asked him, "Where is the tattoo?"