The lame man at the dumpling shop

The young man sat with his back to him, and the dumplings were steaming on the table, but he didn't move a single one.

Yan Qingsheng only took one look, and the blood in his body boiled.

It's Cheng Shui.

He was still wearing the clothes he wore when he left home, and his hair seemed to grow a bit, and the end of the hair probably reached his neck. He reached out and touched it, and when he heard someone approaching behind him, he turned his face, Yan Qingsheng took a look at him, It was as if sandbags were tied to his legs, and he couldn't move no matter what.

He had heard of a very beautiful woman with snakes all over her head, who could turn into stone at a glance. Cheng Shui may have learned this spell without telling him.

Cheng Shui said softly, "Brother, come here."

Yan Qingsheng's very active and arrogant brain ran away with those obscene thoughts, leaving him an empty shell to follow Cheng Shui's words. Cheng Shui asked him to go, and he moved closer. Cheng Shui was still a little uneasy. Now he was amused first.

"Brother, you're so nervous." Cheng Shui pulled his wrist and pushed him to sit on the chair next to him, but he kept holding that hand as if he had lost his memory.

Yan Qingsheng blinked his eyes quickly, and glanced straight at the dumpling.

Cheng Shui's throat was a little itchy, and he wanted to drink water but was reluctant to let go, so he simply pretended that he lost his right hand, awkwardly filled a glass with his left hand, swirled it, and drank it close to his lips.

"Brother, that... I'm a little embarrassed."

Is it him who is embarrassed?Yan Qingsheng thought back on what he wrote in his notebook, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt ashamed.At his age, it's too...shameless to write such flirtatious sentences.

He was blushing little by little, when he suddenly heard a syllable whispered by the people around him.

Yan Qingsheng's neck turned faster than his head, and when he realized it, he was fixed again by Cheng Shui's rare and cramped eyes.

The girl fiddled with her mobile phone with her head down, passed by their table, and pushed the door out.

Cheng Shui blinked, his voice was a little louder, and he repeated the syllable: "Meow."

Yan Qingsheng was speechless.

Cheng Shui tugged his hand gently: "Brother, do you like it?"

Yan Qingsheng's face was already hot, he was thinner than Cheng Shui's, so he had to shake his head tremblingly.

Cheng Shui pressed, "Am I still a cat?"

Yan Qingsheng's lips twitched, he seemed to be crying or laughing, the words he said were solid, if he answered, he would no longer be able to deny it.

Cheng Shui called him, sounding aggrieved: "I miss you so much."

This sound was the hammer, and the nail was firmly nailed to the wooden board. Yan Qingsheng closed his eyes resignedly.

"All...all..."

Cheng Shui seemed to laugh, and pushed the dumpling soup in front of him, and then pushed the plate of dumplings over.

"Let's have some soup first, let's go home after eating these dumplings."

There were only twelve dumplings in total, and even Lin Daiyu would not be able to eat them for long. The proprietress sat back in the front hall at some point, and a handful of melon seeds were crackling, obviously impatient to close. As soon as they put down the chopsticks, the proprietress immediately Leaning over: "Yan laizi, is this your relative?"

Yan Qingsheng hummed: "It's my younger brother."

The proprietress neatly tidied up her hands, and glanced at Cheng Shui: "Oh, you are so handsome, have you talked, how many young and beautiful girls will Miss Hong introduce?"

Yan Qingsheng uncharacteristically took the conversation: "He, he doesn't need it."

The proprietress glanced at him, then went to look at Cheng Shui.

Cheng Shui smiled, nodded and said, "We've talked, and I like older ones, thank you, Sister Hong."

The proprietress sighed: "It hurts when you are old, but my niece is really nice, don't you think about it?"

Cheng Shui said with a smile, "Just by looking at Sister Hong, I know she must be pretty."

The proprietress said, "You can really talk."

Cheng Shui said: "The truth. Thank you, Sister Hong, for taking care of my brother. Next time I will go to Changhe Road to buy flowers. Sister Hong, you can just take whatever you like."

He coaxed Miss Hong to smile, and walked back with Yan Qingsheng.Yan Qingsheng went out to vent the wind and shivered, Cheng Shui hugged him: "Why don't you wear a down jacket?"

Yan Qingsheng waved his hand: "It's not the coldest time yet, wearing something wasteful."

"Clothes are for keeping warm, and it's a waste if you don't wear them when it's cold." Cheng Shui dismissed his reason, "Put them on tomorrow, be obedient."

He was very close to Yan Qingsheng, and he spit out his breath, like some fluffy animal got into Yan Qingsheng's heart, Yan Qingsheng suddenly stuttered, and said in a panic: "You, you, just now, are very supportive of Sister Hong. ...very enthusiastic."

Cheng Shui chuckled.

"My silly brother, you have wronged me to death," Cheng Shui patted his waist with the hand behind his back, "If you don't work there tomorrow, I don't need to waste those words."

Yan Qingsheng himself could smell the sour smell, like the old vinegar jar in Shibali.

"Brother, be good, have a little confidence in me, huh?"

Yan Qingsheng's face turned red from the cold: "Yes."

They said a few words like this, and fell silent again.The wind on the street made it really inconvenient to speak. Yan Qingsheng was stabilized by Cheng Shui, and he was not as focused on walking as before. He was highly concentrated in his work today, and he got a big sweetness. He squinted and blinked slightly.

Cheng Shui asked, "Sleepy?"

Yan Qingsheng replied softly: "A little bit."

Cheng Shui said: "I'll carry you back, my brother answered me."

Yan Qingsheng's drowsiness disappeared suddenly, and he suddenly felt that everything in his body was superfluous, so he hurriedly refused: "No, no, it's almost here."

Cheng Shui let go of him, and squatted in front of him: "I'll be there in 3 minutes after carrying you on my back. Let's walk back like this more slowly, come up quickly."

Yan Qingsheng didn't move, and he didn't move, until he felt a little more weight on his back, Cheng Shui naturally put his hands behind his back to support him: "Hug my neck."

Yan Qingsheng was holding Cheng Shui's shoulders, but after two seconds, he let go of his fingers a little bit and stretched them forward. He was embarrassed to hug him, so he just drooped.Cheng Shui's hand was stuck on the base of his thigh, and he adjusted it a little after walking for a while, and came down a few times, and when Yan Qingsheng realized it, Cheng Shui had already grabbed his ass.

He secretly entangled several families.

"A water……"

Cheng Shui responded in a low voice, his voice was normal, but Yan Qingsheng could tell that he seemed to be in a very good mood and smiled happily.

"your hands……"

Cheng Shui pretended to be stupid, and pressed his fingers there unscrupulously: "What's wrong?"

Yan Qingsheng realized that Cheng Shui did it on purpose, so in the last half of the alley, Yan Qingsheng decided to ignore Cheng Shui.

The unilateral punishment lasted for 1 minute, which is really severe.

When Yan Qingsheng entered the house, Cheng Shui forced him to sit on the bed. He was busy inside and out by himself, washed himself, prepared hot water for Yan Qingsheng, and then allowed him to come down.

"There's no need for this." Yan Qingsheng whispered, he was just inconvenient, Cheng Shui took good care of him, he was like a landlord.

Cheng Shui took off his coat and trousers, pulled a quilt over it, and sat cross-legged on the bed to watch him wash, "I'm willing, brother let me."

Yan Qingsheng turned off the light, but Cheng Shui's eyes were bright, making him look like a shy girl in the dark.

He didn't look at Cheng Shui, but he knew Cheng Shui must be looking at him.

"Brother." Cheng Shui's tone was full of impulsiveness and enthusiasm unique to young people, and every word was dancing with small flames, "Do you remember what your boss lady said today?"

Of course Yan Qingsheng remembered that the proprietress had single-mindedly recruited Cheng Shui as her nephew and son-in-law!

Thinking of this made him feel depressed.

"She said that older people know how to hurt others." Yan Qingsheng ignored him, and he continued on his own, "Brother, do you know what she means by loving people?"

He raised the words hurting slightly, then paused again, emphasizing the meaning in it.If Yan Qingsheng didn't understand, he would be sorry for washing his trousers in the morning for twenty days.

He rubbed the towel and made a lot of noise, pretending not to hear.The bottoms of the autumn clothes were cold when they came in from the outside, and they were still warmed by a hot water bottle under the quilt. He had scooped up a padded jacket at random and put it on naked. He didn't wear his lower body at all. Just get on the bed.

After rubbing and hanging up, he must go to bed.

Cheng Shui saw him approaching, heard his rapid breathing, and knew that he knew everything - also, his brother Sheng was his teacher in that area.

He jumped out of the bed, spread the quilt, wrapped Yan Qingsheng who was two steps away from the bed, and himself together, and fell on the bed with his arms.He was tightly wrapped, and the breathing of the two of them caused the temperature in the quilt to rise rapidly. Yan Qingsheng even felt that the heat was a little hot, so he shrank and tried to avoid it.

As soon as Cheng Shui touched him, he gasped even more.

"Brother..." He shook his voice, did not make the next move, and just kept shouting: "Brother, I like you, I like you so much."

This kind of youthful confession is completely different from what he said when he was far away just now.

Yan Qingsheng's heart was burning when he shouted, he wanted to respond, and he should respond, but he was really ashamed, especially Cheng Shui, although he didn't mean it, but his lower body was still naked, and something would always appear after rubbing back and forth, this look To confess, Yan Qingsheng felt that there was too much to do.

Cheng Shui pressed half of his face against the side of his neck, and his lips seemed to touch the hollow of his neck, as if kissing through an invisible veil.

"Brother." He called out again, and his eyes became hot first.

Yan Qingsheng knew what he wanted to do, he was a man, and he couldn't escape it no matter what.

It can't be said to escape, Yan Qingsheng thought wildly in his mind.He also wanted to do those things himself, Cheng Shui's clothes