exploded

It happened so suddenly that the two involved were stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Bo Yijian felt a weight in his hand, and Yu Shengwei, who had been loosely held by him, had already clenched his palm tightly. It hurts.

But pain is just a blink of an eye.

Before Bo Yijian could react, Yu Shengwei moved again. He stretched out his hand and pulled Bo Yijian behind him, but he walked forward, one back, one forward, just one step, and he opened the distance .

Yu Shengwei had no expression on his face, and calmly walked all the way to the black down jacket in front, and said to the black down jacket, "Sorry, I don't accept photos and interviews right now, please return the photos to me."

The black down jacket put down the camera.

He was strangely silent for a while, and then he spoke: "I quite like these two photos, why don't you give them to me?"

Yu Sheng took a careful look at the person in front of him.

He found that the man standing in front of him seemed old. Although he was ridiculous, he was not as smooth as ordinary paparazzi.

But paparazzi are paparazzi.

The paparazzi's personality has nothing to do with Yu Shengwei.

Yu Shengwei discussed with the other party calmly: "Well, how about I spend money to buy the photos back?"

The black down jacket was silent for a while again: "How much do you pay?"

Yu Shengwei: "One hundred thousand."

The black down jacket was surprised: "It's so tall?"

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Since you are willing, please give me the photo, and I will scan you to transfer the money directly."

But the black down jacket said: "Since you are willing to pay such a high price, wouldn't I get more money by selling the photos to newspapers and magazines?"

Yu Shengwei became a little impatient, but he suppressed his inner emotions: "You can try it, it's just a photo of two men holding hands, if you can sell more than [-] in any magazine, then you can sell it .”

If you don't take the black down jacket seriously, why should you look far away?

He said to Yu Shengwei: "The price you paid is really high."

Things can finally be resolved!

Yu Shengwei also lifted his spirits.

Usually he doesn't have such a good temper, but today it's different. First of all, Bo Yijian is standing beside him. It doesn't matter how he gets written about. He's used to it, but he doesn't want to see Bo Yijian being written about. What a mess.

Besides, he was still in a hurry to go home with the other party, he didn't want to make troubles, he would rather spend money to eliminate disasters, and even secretly felt in his heart that now that he has lost a little money, he might be able to become better when he really sees Bo Yijian's father later. It will be smoother - of course I dare not think of being liked by the other party immediately, but as long as I am not disliked by the other party, it will be a great success...

But as soon as the black down jacket finished his sentence, and before Yu Shengwei took out his phone, his final voice turned 180 degrees and turned straight to Bo Yijian who was standing far away: "Mr. Do you agree with the high price? Share some of it for him?"

He jumped on the topic too fast, and Bo Yijian and Yu Shengwei didn't pick up right away.

After a while, Yu Shengwei understood, and he frowned: "You still think you don't have enough money?"

The black down jacket shook his head again and again: "Mr. Xiao Yu, I don't think the money is not enough, I just think that from the beginning to the end, you and I were the only ones talking. Is it a pillar there? You mean enough to him, but he doesn't seem to be active enough or mean enough to you."

He sighed as he spoke, with a look of regret, regret, and blame.

Yu Shengwei's brows slowly relaxed, but his expression gradually turned cold.

"It seems you don't want to talk about it," he said.

The black down jacket shook his head and became addicted: "Mr. Xiaoyu, I don't want to talk about it. I just want to talk to Teacher Bo behind you. It's everyone's business. How can he look like he's alone?"

At this time, Yu Shengwei didn't want to hear a word anymore.

There was deep annoyance hidden in his heart, which caused him to hide some gloom, although he tried his best to hide it: "If you don't want to talk to me, then talk to the police."

The black down jacket was stunned: "What reason did you use to call the police?"

Yu Shengwei: "Following and taking photos secretly, is that enough?"

He took the phone out of his pocket and pressed the number.

The black down jacket was a little anxious, and blurted out: "Aren't you afraid that I will publish your black material?"

Yu Sheng gave him a cold look, without saying a word, the smile in his eyes already explained everything.

What black material do you have.

Just this hand in hand photo?

The black down jacket didn't give up, and said: "Believe it or not, I don't have any scandals about you, but I have a lot of scandals about the person behind you. I have photos of him kissing, sleeping, and wetting the bed." , nude photos, not one hundred photos, not less than eighty—"

what?

Yu Shengwei suddenly felt something was wrong.

Before he could figure out what was wrong, Bo Yijian's voice came from behind him.

"You liar, when did I have so many things in your hands? Xiao Yu, don't listen to my father, call the police quickly, and let him know that it is a big mistake to obstruct public security management!"

"……dad?"

Yu Shengwei's cold eyes suddenly became dull.

He stared blankly at the man in the black down jacket standing in front of him, and after a few glances, Bo Yijian followed him into his line of sight, standing between him and him.

Three people stood at the same place.

Bo Yi gradually cleared his throat, and with a smug smile, he first said to Yu Shengwei: "Xiao Yu, this is my father, a very serious person."

Then he turned to his father again, and his smug smile became more and more obvious: "Dad, I mentioned this to you before, Xiao Yu, isn't he very nice?"

The black down jacket laughed this time, and the laughter was quite hearty.

He rubbed his thumbs towards Bo Yijian: "Very good, very good." After that, he turned to Yu Shengwei and said kindly, "Just now I was joking, Xiao Yu, don't mind me. My name is Bo, Bo Youren."

Yu Shengwei suddenly woke up.

He stared straight at the ground, looking very seriously.

Back and forth in my mind, only one thought flickered.

Why isn't there a hole in the ground for people to drill?

***

The three of them accidentally met in the underground parking garage, because a misunderstanding turned the otherwise ordinary meeting into a fun one, but... I'm afraid Xiaoyu doesn't think so.

While driving, Bo Yijian was chatting and laughing with his father, commenting on his acting skills and reaction just now, while secretly watching Yu Shengwei who was sitting in the passenger seat at the red light.

Yu Shengwei sat upright in the passenger seat, with his back pressed against the back of the chair, his arms drooping loosely, his palms flat on his thighs, and his eyes were looking straight ahead. I peeked at him once, twice and three times... There was no response.

The red light ahead has jumped to green.

Bo Yijian looked away regretfully, continued to drive on the road, and decided to wait until the evening to go home, and then cultivate a tacit understanding with Yu Shengwei. As for now——

Xiao Yu was a little nervous.

Let's give my dad and Xiao Yu some space to be alone.

They got used to each other for a while, and they probably got used to it.

Bo Yijian's residence was not very far from the old house, and they arrived in about half an hour.

When Bo Youren said that he would come back, Bo Yijian had already asked the part-time worker to come and clean it. The three of them entered the house, the house was neat and tidy, and the refrigerator was full of food.

Bo Yijian opened the refrigerator door and rolled up his sleeves: "I'm going to prepare dinner. I'll cook for you tonight. I'll make you a big meal. Is there anything you want to eat?"

Bo Youren was not polite, so he said something polite to his son: "Here comes the fried salt and pepper prawns." After finishing speaking, he was still thinking about the guests at home, and turned his head to look, "What would Xiao Yu want to eat?"

Yu Shengwei hurriedly said, his voice was tense: "It's okay, everything is fine."

Bo Yijian, who was checking the refrigerator, smiled: "Dad, you're so scary, why did you go to my place today? You didn't really squat in the underground garage to scare me and Xiaoyu, did you?"

Bo Youren: "Your home is closer to the airport than here, and you happen to be at home, so I'll just get off at your side, and I'll see you earlier."

Bo Yijian: "Where's the luggage? Why didn't I see you carrying it?"

Bo Youren didn't take it seriously: "I've gone home, what else is missing? I left all my luggage abroad, let my companion look after it for me."

Bo Yijian: "When will you go out again?"

Bo Youren: "It's only a few days before the Spring Festival. I'll spend the Spring Festival here before going out."

In a few words, Bo Yijian has already taken out all the ingredients that will be used at night from the refrigerator, and walked to the counter.

Bo Youren also stopped chattering with his son, he turned to Yu Shengwei, and smiled: "Come on, Xiao Yu, don't worry about it, I'll take you to see his childhood photos."

Not only did Bo Yijian notice Yu Shengwei's nervousness, but Bo Youren also noticed the other's nervousness.

He felt that there was no need for this, so he picked such a topic that both of them could talk to.

He took Yu Shengwei to the study room, and found a thick photo album from under the cabinet.

Although the photo album is thick and heavy, the surface is smooth and the corners are neat. It has been properly placed and carefully maintained.

Bo Youren was holding the photo album, and before turning around, Yu Shengwei who was next to him hurried forward to take it: "Uncle, I'll come."

Bo Youren gave the photo album to the other party, and introduced by the way: "Just put it on the table over there. It's the table where Yi Jian did his homework when he was young, and there are patterns drawn by him mischievously in the corner of the table."

Yu Shengwei walked to the table with the photo album in his arms.

With the words of the elders, he looked down at the corner of the table when he put down the photo album, and he really saw some marks on the surface of the wooden table, and they seemed to have not been left at the same time.

Some distance from the center of the table, the pattern is childish, the lines are crooked, it looks like children's graffiti.

The ones that are farther from the center of the table, and the ones that are closer to the corners, draw a mountain and a river with just a few lines.

Faintly time passed quietly, and the boy grew up.

Yu Shengwei pressed his finger on the painting on the desktop, and then put down the album.

Bo Youren walked up, asked Yu Shengwei to sit down on the chair first, and then sat beside him. He looked around and said with a smile: "It really looks like Yijian when he was young. When he was young, he was always not serious. When doing homework, his mother and I often sit next to him and stare at him doing his homework."

Common topics narrow the distance between people.

Yu Shengwei gradually became less nervous.

He pressed the photo album and looked at the desk.

The desk is next to the window, under the window sill, the alarm clock, pen holder, desk lamp, and family photos are all placed properly, just like time, and the warm picture that has been frozen in this house cannot be changed without authorization.

Yu Shengwei suddenly said, "Uncle, Brother Yijian also told me something about his childhood."

Bo Youren asked with interest: "What is?"

Yu Shengwei: "Brother Yijian told me that when I was young, my uncle and aunt had a very good relationship, and they would often go downstairs for a walk and dance after dinner...in the gazebo below."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the white-roofed gazebo outside the window.

In fact, the gazebo is not as beautiful as Bo Yijian described it. Its white top is mottled and its red paint is peeling off. It looks no different from any gazebo on the street.

There are always different meanings after having different people.

When Bo Youren heard this sentence, he was taken aback for a moment, and then showed some nostalgia: "Your aunt danced very well. At that time we stayed in the gazebo, with the evening breeze and the sound of cicadas. It was very pleasant, but Yijian definitely didn't Tell you what's next."

Yu Sheng was slightly taken aback: "What's going on next?"

Bo Youren laughed and said: "Back, he not only opened the window in order to see his mother and me, but also climbed on the table and put his head out. As soon as the two of us got out of the gazebo, we saw him sticking out of the window. At that time, his mother was scared to death, so she rushed back and taught him a lesson, so that he couldn't sit in a chair for two days."

As he said that, Bo Youren really brought up his interest in talking about children.

He said to Yu Shengwei: "Come on, open the photo album and take a look. If you are interested, I will tell you some interesting stories about Yi Jian's childhood. This kid was always naughty when he was young-"

They flipped open the cover of the album.

On the first page inside, there is a photo of Bo Yijian in women's clothing.

The little Bo Yijian has a round face, cheeks with baby fat, a little vermilion on his forehead, a checkered hair on his head, and a red robe, looking cute, serious and dignified.

Yu Sheng unconsciously reached out and touched the other person's face, as if he could touch the chubby cheeks through the face.

Bo Youren was like a living dictionary at this time. When he saw a photo, he told Yu Shengwei the origin of the photo: "This was taken when I was four years old. At that time, it was popular to go to the photo studio to take pictures. Every boy took a photo package. Inside, there are girls' outfits, which are quite cute, aren't they?"

Yu Sheng nodded slightly, then touched it carefully: "It's very cute."

Bo Youren was in high spirits, and turned another page. On this page, there was a photo like this. In the photo, there was a big bed with a quilt messily pressed in the middle of the bed, and the little Bo Youren gradually got bigger limbs Tensioned, pressed tightly against the messy quilt.

People, quilt, bed, trinity.

In addition to these three, there is also a dirt dog sitting under the bed, sticking out its tongue and tilting its head, looking at the children on the bed.

Bo Youren made a fool of himself: "Guess what kind of photo this is?"

Yu Shengwei looked at the photo, turned his head, and thought of a certain word the other party said before: "...bed-wetting?"

Bo Youren laughed loudly: "That's it! This kid must have been three years old at the time. When he was three years old, he would be shy if he accidentally wet the bed. He didn't dare to tell me or his mother that he wet the bed, so he said The domestic dog—the yellow one in the photo—went to his bed and peed. When his mother and I went to check, he was shy again, and ran back to the bed, lying on his stomach. On the quilt, no one can pull it up, just clinging to the cup and bed sheet and not letting go."

A photo is a memory.

A memory a story.

The stories hidden in time are as gentle as time.

Bo Youren couldn't get enough of it, and after telling Yu Shengwei two representative photo stories, seeing Yu Shengwei's reluctance, he waved his hand and said, "I have negatives for these photos, and I'll develop them and give them away later." Here it is for you, as a gift from me to the children."

Yu Sheng was pleasantly surprised: "Really?"

Bo Youren also thought this kid was very cute, he smiled and said, "What's wrong with this? But I gave you a gift, so you should give me a gift in return. Give me a few pieces of your autograph." How about the photo? I just googled it, and your autographed photo is actually very valuable."

Yu Shengwei recovered from his surprise.He found his backpack, calmed down, opened it, and took out the gift he had prepared before, and said, "Uncle, I have a gift for you too...it's not a good thing, it's just a gift." Sincerely, I hope you like it."

Bo Youren was not particularly surprised, but he was still very happy.

"Then let me take a look."

He took the gift, unwrapped it, opened the box, and unexpectedly found that the square gift box contained a music box.

And this music box is quite big, almost as big as a laptop.

Now Bo Youren was a little surprised.

He thought about Yu Shengwei giving him wine, tea, or a camera.

But music boxes?

The gift was oddly chosen.

Bo Youren opened the music box.

A little light burst out from the gap in the box.

A melody rang in the room.

A familiar woman quietly walked out from the photos, videos, and the depths of time.

She stands on the stage of the music box.

Run, jump and spin.

She dances to the music.

Forget about sorrow and trouble, time and life and death.

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IF's Completion Series ([-])

Title: Learning from the Scriptures, How to Help Recipe Get Rid of Arranged Marriages?

Self-decoding, butcher

1L:==

Didn't you already discuss the results and write poems?

Abolish feudal ideology and oppose Yao's dictatorship.

Down with arranged marriages and advocate free love.

If there is marriage first and love later, everything is lovely.

2L:==

>>1L

Backhanded out a list of [-] books about marriage first and then love

3L:==

Give up!

Yao Wuji shouted to the sky: Yijian, I have always respected you, pity Xiaoyu, and am grateful for the ratings, but I have an unforgettable love for pushing CP...

4L:==

Yao's feudal dowry evil nanny, every night to check whether the master and wife have consummated the house, how can you let you break it up?

5L:==

The Party has trained Comrade Yao for many years, and sent him to carry out secret missions to take charge of the traffic stations of the entire Great Demon City. Although he made a low-level mistake, which caused the underground intelligence system of our Party to be destroyed overnight, he also relied on his corpse to deliver vital information .

Standing on the body of the revolutionary martyrs, we must cherish this achievement and expand our army's advantages on the frontal battlefield.

6L:==

>>5L

Death can easily offset the mistakes and mistakes made, can you become a hero?

Those of us who engage in underground work must be lenient with ourselves and strict with others.

I advise Comrade Yao to fake the corpse immediately and hand over the high-definition uncensored photos in order to apologize.

7L:==

lz, the marriage of the forced demolition shortens the life.

The arranged marriage was broken, and a reunion was ushered in.

8L:==

I didn't like this couple at first, but forced arranged marriage is a bit sweet

9L:==

>>8L

Exactly, when the truth is false, the false is also true, and the truth is false, but also true

10L:==

There are still 66 episodes left for the barrister, and he won't leave even if you make jokes on the steaming bedside.

Be patient, wait until the broadcast is over, and if you don't want to dismantle it, Mother Yao will help you dismantle it.

11L:==

Which fan is lz?If you're the one, instead of worrying about dismantling the cp, you might as well think about Yao Meili's high spirits on happy occasions, to boost the promotion of cp, to earn more playing time for Baihu, and to gain some viewership performance.

If you are an attacker, hold the absolute top male lead drama and break the second ratings, sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, thinking about what to do if you have nothing.

12L:==

>>11L

byj homophobic means deep cabinet, only fans must be anxious

13L:==

Byj homophobic person set him up to perform, can you believe it?Dreamer is the number one flirt.

14L:==

>>13L

Invisible flirtatious straight men in deep closets are the deadliest

15L:==

With Yao Lili here, is byj straight?Maybe I send 100G of seeds on WeChat every day, please ask the staff of byj to understand how to do business in detail.

16L:==

I think Yao Lili's game of chess started in the first live broadcast of ysw's birthday.

First hook up with Tang Lai, discuss with ysw about the proposal to fire up CP, help him decorate byj's surrounding walls, arrange a perfect first meeting in Paris for them, and announce ysw's participation in the barrister while the heat is hot, and from then on, the husband and wife will work together as one.

I suggest that Yao Lili change his career to become an agent, and his marketing level is a hundred times better than that of Gao Yi.

17L:==

>>16L

No! ! ! Does Yao Lili also want to grab YSW's surrounding wall performance? I refuse!

18L:==

Arranged marriages are fine, but secret love must never be lost

19L:==

>>18L

There is no conflict between a crush coming true and an arranged marriage.

Secret love in my heart, erroneous, arranged marriage, marriage first and then love.

Is it logical?

20L:==

>>19L

There is a version of the legend of white fish in Tao next door that you set up, which is very suitable.

Bo Xuxian rescued a small fish by the shore of Dabai Lake 18 years ago, and Yao Fahai, who was peeping from the side, saw this action.

Yao Fahai rolled his eyes and came up with a plan. He turned into a Guanyin master to deceive Yu Suzhen, who had grown up and wanted to repay her kindness.

Yu Suzhen took the red thread and tied herself and Bo Xuxian together, in exchange for the other party Feiqing not to marry.

It can be said that the two wish to be lovebirds in the sky and flounder in the ground, they are harmonious and beautiful, and the world is envied.

I thought this day would pass like this, but Bo Xuxian found the miniature video camera installed by Yao Fahai at home.

It turned out that the other party had been selling photo albums of their cohabitation at street stalls, earning a lot of money.

Bo Xuxian was taken aback, and Yu Suzhen vowed to flood Jinshan Temple with water.

Bo Xuxian thought that after drowning, he would have to play two roles of Bo Shilin, waved his hands and sighed: "The recordings are all recorded, so be it."

21L:==

>>20L

Why Yao Fahai's career is still rising steadily in the cp biography

22L:==

>>20L

Yao Fahai is real and vicious, a blood-sucking leech

23L:==

Yao Fahai became a traffic niche by himself by selling cooking.

24L:==

I suggest that it is good for Weifan to eat, sleep, and stand up. All business is his bad idea, cp fans are innocent.

25L:==

>>24L

The greater the flow, the greater the responsibility

26L:==

>>24L

If you want to be a fan, you must bear the burden

27L:==

I see that Wei Fan and CP Fan are surprisingly consistent in the matter of standing up

28L:==

>>27L

However, Lili is a front-line station that can have a private relationship with cooking. As long as cooking is forced to open, whether it is a fan or a cp fan, it is really fragrant while scolding.

29L:==

I am so miserable, beautiful, strong and miserable, my mother loves me

30L:==

You are the only one who is never tired of talking about the prospering world of Yao fans. There are tens of thousands of reposts on Weibo about the cohabitation essays and animations about their home dressing and life style in their small videos.

31L:==

>>30L

Bo Yu belongs to all the people in the world, Lili is only us.

32L:==

>>30L

Although the video is lively, there are no details that can be dug out.

A house that looks like a studio...

33L:==

I want to watch the live broadcast of byj and ysw. Although the video has no details, the familiar life of their dialogue should not be too delicious

34L:==

>>33L

Bai Lili

35L:==

>>33L

Bai Lili

……

100L:==

Red is still red.