little lover

Teacher Fang's party was attended by acquaintances, and most of them were authors in the comic circle.Dr. Long seldom interacted with people, and the only two friends he invited were Han Qiaoye and Xie Chunkai, especially since Han Qiaoye had rebelled, so he told him that he was the family member of the person invited by Teacher Fang.

Han Qiaoye sent Zhuo Yifan there, and when he saw Long Yu, he went over to say hello, and said to him, "Long Yu, I really want to accept your post, but you know, I'm different now, there are people around me, Always put the family first." He said proudly, as if he was not going to Dr. Long's wedding, but invited Dr. Long to his own wedding.

Xie Chunkai had a good temper, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Longshe, I'm still on your side."

The three of them formed a literary club when they were in high school. Long Yu was the president, and Han Qiaoye and Xie Chunkai were the vice presidents. After so many years, they often joked about each other by this title.

Long Yu had no objection to their participation in what capacity, just smiled and toasted with them: "Families must take good care of people." Then he said to Xie Chun, "I hope you can find your family as soon as possible."

Han Qiaoye drank a cup, feeling elated.

Teacher Fang booked a mansion for a party. There are desserts in the glass room outside, the entertainment room on the first floor, and the rest room on the second floor. The hospitality is full of sincerity.

Most of these comic writers also live at home. Many of them have chatted online for many years but this is the first time they have actually met each other. The next opportunity to chat with each other, the atmosphere is very lively.

Zhuo Yifan has been with Fang Jingyao for so many years. Master's friend is naturally also his friend. He would go to chat with each other long ago, but after drinking two bottles of beer today, he just sat there and occupied the microphone to sing. Halfway through, he dropped the microphone and ran to find Fang Jingyao, hugging his master's waist and moaning.Fang Jingyao pushed him, but he didn't let go: "Master, you won't be my only master from now on..."

There are many people in the box and there is also a lot of music. The song just now was picked up by another friend and sang a few words, and then quickly switched to a cheerful song.

Zhuo Yifan was always a little bit unhappy, he stayed there and acted like a baby with his master, the lights were dim but someone saw him, and booed him with a microphone: "Hey, let go of Teacher Fang, tonight he can't It's not yours alone, it's all of us!"

Fang Jingyao patted his head and laughed, "How old are you, can't you leave Master?"

Zhuo Yifan rubbed his head against his shoulder, and whispered to him with red eyes: "I have been with you for so many years, Master, I met you when I was 13 years old, and I have never left..." He paused, and spoke in a nasal voice. That muffled voice boasted to himself, "Others should break up after being in love for so many years. Thinking about it this way, I'm pretty awesome, right, right?"

Fang Jingyao couldn't laugh or cry, coaxing the little drunk, "Yes, yes, you are awesome."

Zhuo Yifan's forehead rested on his master's shoulder, still refusing to get up, like a child playing tricks on adults.

It also seemed that he knew everything, so he used the last bit of time to pass on the reluctance in his heart to the other party.

Han Qiaoye took the microphone and cleared his throat, said "Hello" in a low voice, and smiled when everyone looked over, "Let me sing a song too. It's not good, everyone will laugh."

He sang a song "Midsummer Light Year", in which he sang:

Let Midsummer go playful and let the cruel future

wild light years away

And now

Abandon the rules and indulge in love

let go of the future

……

Han Qiaoye was tall and had long legs. Sitting there, he unbuttoned two buttons at his neckline, revealing a small piece of chest, like a walking hormone.He seems to be born accustomed to showing off all his advantages on such occasions, and he is also accustomed to being surrounded by envious eyes from everyone, like a peacock with its tail open, with gorgeous and luxurious feathers, arrogant and not looking at others.

When he looked up at this moment, he was looking at Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan was lying on Fang Jingyao's shoulder, looking at him with his head tilted. His eyes were still red, but he had forgotten to cry.

After halfway through the song, Han Qiaoye looked at Zhuo Yifan, raised the other microphone in his hand and smiled at him, "Come here, Yifan, will you sing a song with me?"

Zhuo Yifan huddled beside Fang Jingyao, and looked up at his master. He was a little dizzy from drinking too much, and was subconsciously afraid of being attracted by Han Qiaoye.

Fang Jingyao patted his head, smiled and said, "Go, Master is here to watch you."

Zhuo Yifan just passed away.

Han Qiaoye kept stretching out his hand. When he came over, he didn't mean to support him. He just pulled him, pulled him to sit down beside him, smiled and ordered another cheerful song for him. He still held the microphone and spoke a little louder It amplified the sound without hindrance, as if whispering in a low voice to everyone: "What do you want to sing? I will accompany you."

The sound of the music was a bit loud and the drums were dense. Zhuo Yifan heard this voice with a hidden ambiguity. He looked up at Han Qiaoye, who also looked at him with a smile, eyes full of doting.

The missing piece in my heart seemed to be filled by something. After worrying for so long, I didn't feel so afraid or hurt.

There are many people in the box, but the excitement is still there.

Han Qiaoye took care of Zhuo Yifan, but there were so many people, he didn't have time to pour a glass of water for the child. When he turned his head and came back, he saw Zhuo Yifan clinking glasses with another brother wearing glasses and drank a whole glass of wine .Zhuo Yifan really drank too much this time, his eyes were a little confused, and he soon cheered up under the background of the music and atmosphere. The crowd around him clapped their hands and encouraged him to dance, Zhuo Yifan was shocked He stepped on the table and reached out to take off his coat, with a face of fearlessness and awe-inspiring justice.

Han Qiaoye didn't even bother to take the water cup, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of his clothes. While laughing, he increased his strength in his hand to get him off half-huggingly, and said: "He drank too much, everyone, don't worry about it. Go on and play with yourself..."

Zhuo Yifan shouted: "Five-flowered horse! Qianjinqiu! Hu'er will go to exchange for fine wine!"

Han Qiaoye coaxed him: "That's right, your master called you to change the wine, you come down first, I will take you there to find him."

A friend sitting diagonally opposite was singing a very joyful wedding song, in which he sang "I want to marry you" repeatedly. Zhuo Yifan heard it and stood there, waiting for Han Qiaoye to hug him. After coming down, he sobbed again and said, "I want to marry my master..."

Han Qiaoye said with a dark face, "Nonsense."

Zhuo Yifan cried stubbornly: "I don't, I will..."

Han Qiaoye raised his eyebrows and said, "How dare you!"

Zhuo Yifan hugged him, buried his head on his shoulder, thought for a while, then opened his mouth and bit his shoulder, Han Qiaoye laughed angrily, wrapped his hands around and patted him on the back, softly as if comforting a child Talking to him, the two of them sat in the dark corner and whispered, the music was hard to hear what they were talking about, but their hands were held together, Zhuo Yifan's hand wearing a bracelet was held by Han Qiaoye, and they moved together , as if people were also tied up.

Taking advantage of the moment when the song change lights were completely dark, Han Qiaoye leaned over and rubbed the tip of his nose with him, and said in a low voice, "Okay, I'll take you home... Where else can we go? Back to our house."