Shen Shizhen

Ever since Ai Fan was able to see with his eyes, he has been special...You're welcome.

Asking Ji Chuan to take him to re-visit all the places he visited before, not to mention, he would act like a demon as soon as he looked at it, Ji Chuan was about to have a heart attack from being scared out of him.

The two were walking well in Wuhan University, but Ai Fan stole a few kisses on the face when they turned a corner.

"Can you pay attention! This is not Lance!" Ji Chuan reprimanded him in a low voice.

Looking at the lush green shade protruding from the corner in front of the two, Ai Fan squeezed his teasing eyes to look at him, and even wanted to hold Ji Chuan's hand: "I know, I know, I'm not Look, there's no one there."

Ji Chuan wanted to slap Ai Fan's hand away with a slap, but he grabbed it in his palm with a nimble flick.

Ji Chuan glared at him, but Ai Fan was quite innocent, and motioned to Ji Chuan to look ahead: "There is no one at all. There are not many people during the summer vacation."

On the wide avenue, apart from the shade of the trees moving with the wind, there are just a few leaves falling in the wind. It is extremely quiet. The scorching sun shines on the faces of the two through the flourishing branches above their heads, with mottled spots of light on them. They are all beautiful.

Ji Chuan glanced at Ai Fan's shining eyes, and said, "Forget it, it's up to you, anyway, my household registration is not here anymore."

But it was indeed like what Ai Fan said, I didn't meet anyone at the end of the journey.

The glare of the sun on the top almost made Ji Chuan blindfolded, looking down at the overlapping hands of the two, Ji Chuan suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He suddenly felt that he could just keep his head down and grow old forever without thinking about anything.

Wherever Ivan leads him, he just cares about going there.

Later, the situation changed completely, because Ai Fan thoroughly discovered Ji Chuan's predicament.

"I feel like you're a fake Wuhan native, why haven't you been anywhere?" Ai Fan joked to him looking at the scenery passing by outside the taxi.

Ji Chuan was very frank: "Yeah, I just went to study and didn't play anywhere. What school did you go to? I'm too embarrassed to say."

Because the two have always spoken Chinese, the taxi driver was able to interject: "I think he can speak Chinese so well, so it shouldn't be bad."

"Master, you have won the prize, but I am not as good as him. He is studying economics at Wuhan University. He is very good." Ai Fan said the last two words to Ji Chuan.

Ji Chuan felt itchy when he saw the untidy look on his face.

Later, the driver made a few more remarks, which roughly meant to praise Ai Fan as a China hand, and Ai Fan was not humble at all: "Yes, yes, I learned it for him, and he taught it well."

Ji Chuan: "..."

Later, Ji Chuan stopped participating in their discussions at all, and leaned on the back seat with his eyes closed, listening to Ai Fan inquiring about food and drink with the driver. It was so lively.

Until very late, the two returned to the place where they ate barbecue that day.

Ai Fan dragged Ji Chuan to eat one by one stall after stall like last time, and Ai Fan could basically match the taste of last time with their respective appearances.

Seeing Ai Fan walking in front of him contrary to the usual practice, Ji Chuan only felt it was funny.

Ai Fan has tall legs and long legs, and he walks a little faster than Ji Chuan.

There is a lot of traffic here, and the restoration of eyesight makes him more emotional, Ji Chuan has a hard time chasing after him.

In the end, Ji Chuan simply sat down in the interrupted barbecue shop and refused to move. He handed over the wallet with a big hand, and let Ai Fan take care of himself. He sat leisurely at the barbecue stall and waited for him to buy food. When I came back, I drank beer and licked skewers.

Then, tragedy struck.

Ji Chuan stared thoughtfully at Ai Fan who was holding a beer bottle lying on the barbecue stall in a daze for a long time, and asked, "Ai Fan? Can you hear me?"

After the voice fell, Ai Fan reacted for a while before moving his empty eyes to the top of his head. He was condescendingly looking down at Ji Chuan, speaking with a big tongue: "...Huh? Listen, I can hear you."

"Do you want to go to my house to meet my parents?" Ji Chuan asked.

Ai Fan froze for a few more seconds, as if he was really thinking seriously, and after a while he began to nod, vigorously.

Ji Chuan originally didn't want to get Ai Fan drunk at the barbecue stand, nor did he think that Ai Fan could drink himself up by drinking beer of this strength.

But now he decided to use his tricks and have a duet.

Ji Chuan called the boy out of the house with a phone call. To be honest, it was the first time for "Ji Chuan" to go out so late. Now there is no one, and it is already twelve fifty.

When the boy went out, he explained to his family that a friend had come over and he had to pick him up at the airport, so the boy came out in a car.

The two worked together to get Ai Fan from the barbecue stand into the car. The few people left on the snack street thought it was very strange. Drunk gringo.

When he arrived at the hotel, the boy took the initiative to get out of the car: "I'm going to find Church, be careful on your way home, that man has been at home for the past few days."

Hearing this, Ji Chuan glanced at Ai Fan, who was lying unconscious in the back seat, and his heart was full of the young man "on his way home".

The young man may not know why that scumbag has been obediently accompanying Ji Jie at their Ji's house for the past few days, but Ji Chuan knows it very well.

As soon as Ji Chuan arrived at the door, he called the scumbag out.

He got out of the car, pretending to be anxious and complained to the man: "Brother-in-law, help me get my friend from the car to my room, he went to eat as soon as he got off the plane, he can get himself drunk. "

The man started to find it unbelievable from the time when the boy went out so late and said he was going to pick up the plane. When Ji Chuan's communication range became so wide, and now he brought back a drunk, it was unbelievable.

"Who is he? Why is he still a foreigner?" The man opened the rear door and looked at the gringo with profound features inside, feeling a little unhappy.

Ji Chuan felt that he was pretending to be very similar, and when he spoke, his eyebrows were full of nervous intimacy: "He is a very good friend, he is too tall and I can't move it, it's hard work for my brother-in-law, I see him panicked. "

The man seemed to be aware of it. He glanced at Ji Chuan, but he didn't say anything in the end, and helped him into the house first.

It's just that in the end, he didn't want to send it to Ji Chuan's room.

"There are so many guest rooms in the house, why do we have to squeeze into the same room with you." The man was dissatisfied.

However, Ji Chuan seemed not to listen to the man's words at all, and he focused on aiming at Ai Fan, who was on the man's shoulder and tilted his head: "Brother-in-law! What if he vomits after being so uncomfortable for a while, I must stay by his side and take care of him." Okay."

The man felt very uncomfortable looking at the boy who was longing for him at this moment.

Because of what happened on the night of Ji Jie's birthday dinner a few days ago, Ji Chuan had been avoiding him for several weeks, never looking at him, but now because of this man...

To be honest, even if he came to see him, he would think that the foreigner on his shoulder was good-looking.

After putting the man on the bed, he leaned against the door and watched Ji Chuan circling around the man on the bed coldly for a while, feeling more and more annoyed, and finally walked up to the boy and lowered his voice and asked him: "What the hell are you two doing?" relation."

Ji Chuan seemed to be surprised by the man's question, but what was more in the surprise was the embarrassment that he was ashamed to speak, his voice was suppressed by Ji Chuan in a thin, small voice: "I, we, are... A couple's relationship."

But the man felt uncomfortable as if his butt was burned. He said that Ji Chuan seemed to be so skillful in undressing the gringo, and he was annoyed when he thought that the things he had been thinking about for many years were preempted by others.

The hand he was holding onto Ji Chuan's wrist was embedded there like steel, and a pair of black and white eyes stared at him and asked, "Did you have sex with him?"

Ji Chuan didn't seem to expect that the man would ask such a question, and he began to shake off the man's hand that was clamping his wrist in a panic, and his struggling clothes were a little messed up.

Ji Chuan didn't say anything until the man yelled again, but his eyes were red: "What happens to me and him has nothing to do with you!"

The man nervously glanced at the tall man lying behind Ji Chuan, and he shoved Ji Chuan viciously a few times: "Why is it okay? Ah! Why didn't it? If I hadn't fucked you back then, would you have known that you could take care of me?" man?"

Ji Chuan's struggling movements stopped because of the man's words, and he stared blankly at the floor not far away for a while before looking up at the man in front of him.

He suppressed what was about to burst out of his heart, looked at him and began to nod.

"That's right, that's right...that's how it is..." Ji Chuan thought at first, but then suddenly became heart-piercing, "That's it! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this That's it! Brother-in-law!"

The boy's last two words completely bent the man's waist, and he was stunned in place by the suddenly raised two words.

Yes... brother-in-law...

As soon as Ji Chuan saw that the effect had been achieved, he immediately began to drive the man out, and said to the man before he locked the door with fists and feet, "Brother-in-law, you can live well with your sister, and don't miss me anymore."

Soon the door was closed by Ji Chuan with a "bang", and when he turned around, Ai Fan was no longer the drunken look before, and was sitting upright on the bed looking at him.

Ji Chuan went over to check whether he really woke up from the wine or pretended to be awake: "What, are you unhappy?"

Ai Fan sat on the edge of the bed and shook his head. With his legs clamped, he stretched out his arms and hugged him, and rubbed his head against his chest: "My Chuan Chuan's acting skills are so good, I almost believed it."

Ji Chuan let him put his arms around his waist, patted his head and smiled: "Really."

Ai Fan just pressed his head to his chest and nodded: "I can't help but be glad that you were transferred to our Fran, God."

"When did you wake up from the wine?" Ji Chuan asked.

Ai Fan didn't answer, but suddenly said: "You said that your acting skills are so good, did you actually like me all the time before, but you pretended to be too perfect?"