How to Save a Failed Farm

The sun gradually sank into the sea, laying a layer of sparkling warm orange on the magnificent sea.The sky turned from bright blue to blue-purple, with a touch of pink.People on the beach put away their umbrellas and carpets and left one after another, and the air in Miami also brought a touch of coolness. After all, it is still January in the northern hemisphere.

Ye Qun and Lance went back to the hotel to take a shower, changed into more formal clothes, and went to the reserved restaurant on the top floor to have dinner.

Most of the sun has sunk into the sea water, leaving only a dome still emitting light and heat.The sky turned completely red, the clouds piled up like a tornado, the tide gently slapped the golden sandy beach, and there were a few seabirds singing in the distance from time to time.

Miami is a city with a Latin flair, just across the Strait of Florida from Havana.They thus ordered several Cuban specialties.

In the evening breeze, the Latin American waiter in white gloves shuttled around the open-air top floor with a tray, and took out champagne from an iron bucket covered with ice cubes. Crack like pearls.

The dishes are very suitable for their taste.Cuban-style stewed oxtail tastes amazing, soft and mellow, with endless aftertaste.Grilled lobster with cheese is a fusion of Cuban flavors, which Ye Qun appreciates.Lance likes keylime, a local specialty dessert, which tastes sweet and sour, delicate and soft.

"The sunset in Miami is so beautiful." Ye Qun sighed looking at the white sailboat in the depths of the sea.This is also a place for slowing down and enjoying life, but it is completely different from the farm and Napa.Miami is a seaside city full of vigor and enthusiasm. The exotic atmosphere reminds people of blue sea, blue sky and party carnival.

"We can stay for a while." Lance put a small piece of steak into his mouth, "Anyway, there is still some time before spring, so it's best to take this opportunity to enjoy it."

Lance looked at him worriedly and said, "It will be very busy in spring, really busy, plowing the land, planting seeds, turning the soil, weeding..."

"It's fine when you're alone, the two of us won't be worse." Ye Qun showed a picky expression, "You should be glad you found a boyfriend, he can help you share some work."

"But you've never done farm work." Lance was reluctant to let Ye Qun suffer with him. He hoped that he could handle the work in the field by himself, but this was obviously unrealistic.

"You know, machines can't solve all problems, sometimes we still have to do it ourselves, and it's not easy to drive a machine for a day."

"Did you see what these are?" Ye Qun spread his hands out and put his palms up on the table. His fingers were well-proportioned and slender, his skin was fine and white, and blue blood vessels could be seen under the thin flesh and bones. They were a very beautiful pair. Hands, but there are calluses on the fingertips and joints.

"Do you think I can sit in an office with an annual salary of 20 when I just graduated?" Ye Qun couldn't help but sighed. He didn't dislike Lance's protection of him, but he was a real man. I don’t know if there is such a tradition in the United States, but in China, newcomers will start from the grassroots. I have worked with the workers in the vineyards of the winery for almost half a year. When is the most sour..."

He said so much, just to let Lance know that he is not a flower in a greenhouse, "I understand the plantation, not because I am watching other people's conclusions, but because I have experienced it myself."

Lance held his fingertips and stroked them gently, "I'm sorry." He drooped his eyebrows in frustration, "I thought your job was too simple."

"Actually, you are the one who impresses me." Ye Qun said in a relaxed tone, "The rich man with 700 million US dollars is either crowded into the newspaper office as a small reporter running around, or he is nestled in the farm and farming by himself. "

"Otherwise what else can I do?" Lance asked in confusion, tilting his head.

Ye Qun rolled his eyes. If he hadn't been familiar with Lance, he would almost have thought it was showing off. "Need I remind you? You're a millionaire."

"My grandfather and father are technically richer than me. The only thing they do is live the life they love," Lance asked with a smile in his eyes. "Well, if it were you, you would do What?"

"Buy a luxury car and a big house." Ye Qun thought for a while and said, if he hadn't changed his mind, he would probably have had a few more beautiful model girlfriends. What are you kidding, this is every man's ultimate dream.

"If you like fancy cars we can buy them," Lance said mildly. "The farm house is pretty big, I think."

"Forget it, is the money blown by the wind?" Ye Qun didn't bother to correct the big house he said was a mansion in the outskirts of the city with a butler and a dozen servants big enough to hold a party.This is just a vulgar dream, not his real pursuit. He still prefers to grow flowers in the countryside and be with Lance.

"This is 700 million, we may not spend it all in our lifetime." Lance's distressed appearance made Ye Qun want to blow his head off.He originally wanted to say that the rest would be an inheritance, but after thinking about it, it was probably impossible for them to have offspring, so how to spend this money was really a big problem.

The moon rises, casting a blurred shadow on the white sandy beach, and the shadows of the wind blowing palm trees fall on the undulating water of the swimming pool.They spent three or ten minutes walking on the private beach, and the two rows of footprints left behind were quickly broken up by the rising tide.

Ye Qun could see from a distance the glass house where they lived tonight.This all-glass house stands quietly under the dark blue sky, reflecting a little moonlight, and the double-sided glass structure makes it impossible to see the interior from the outside.In the room, you can have a panoramic view of the sea, and you can see the clear starry sky of Miami while lying in bed.

When they entered the house, Ye Qun was busy emptying the sand from his shoes, and then turned on the computer to browse today's stock market habitually. The notebook intends to edit the photos taken today to be more beautiful.

But after earnestly repairing the more than 20 photos he took today, he found that Ye Qun's computer screen had been replaced by the confusing software he had seen last time. Is it called MatTAB or MATLAB?

He slowly opened and closed the lens cover, and turned the focus button back and forth, "You've been looking at the computer for too long, so pay attention to resting your eyes." Lance couldn't help reminding.

Ye Qun hummed and continued to browse the web, Lance was quiet for a while and then said: "I fixed today's photo, do you want to post it on Weibo?"

"No." Ye Qun replied briefly, "If you have nothing to do, just check the route. Where shall we go tomorrow?"

"I think you need to practice surfing a few more times," Lance looked at him eagerly. "We can lie on the beach or go to Highway [-]."

"That's right." Ye Qun replied perfunctorily, without taking his eyes off the screen.

Lance came up behind him and arched his neck like a big dog stalking its master to play pitch.He gently massaged Ye Qun's shoulders, his eyes drifted back and forth guiltily, "We are here for vacation, you don't have to work so hard."

Ye Qun shut the computer with a snap, showing a malicious smile: "Mr. Hunter, if you want to invite me to have sex with you on the bed now in this transparent glass house—" He dragged on Tune hooked Lance's shirt buttons with his fingers, "It's completely clear."

"You're deliberately teasing me." Lance let out a breath, and his eyebrows drooped resentfully.

Ye Qun pushed him down on the bed and stepped up, leaned over and approached: "I just want to ask if you are interested in something more exciting?"

"Yes, how exciting is it?" Lance's eyes were reddened from his neck to the tips of his ears, and his wet eyes were staring at Ye Qun, almost greedily, as if he could see through the A thin layer of shirt can clearly see the underlying texture.

"That depends on how rich your imagination is." Ye Qun said unhurriedly, spraying all the warm breath on Lance's earlobe.Lance pressed his head to his chest unbearably, Ye Qun could hear his heart beating rapidly.

"There's something more exciting than going to bed in a completely transparent house..." Lance took a deep breath, feeling like he was going to burn.

"For example, in that swimming pool?" Ye Qun smiled briefly, "Do you want to get your gift in advance?"

"I've been thinking about how to convince you." Lance moved his head and put his lips on his neck, feeling his pulse and breathing.Ye Qun's heartbeat was also fast, so he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips in a small arc.

Ye Qun supported his chest and sat up, tracing the shape of his lips with wet fingertips: "Then do you want to continue lying here or go outside?"

When pushed against the wall of the swimming pool by a strong force, Ye Qun regretted his teasing just now.That was a little exciting for the simple and honest country people, and Lance lost his mind a little bit.So does he.No one can remain calm in such a situation.The shirt soaked in water was torn off and thrown out, floating in the bright moonlight.

The water in the pool was a little bit cold, and the string of kisses that fell on his neck and back became even more fiery.Lance's lips moved down along with the spine, and the tingling sensation from his lower abdomen almost made Ye Qun unable to hold the railing on the edge of the swimming pool.

In the same way, he provoked the thin string in Lance's mind that could not be broken any tighter, and it almost broke.This is asking for trouble, Ye Qun tried his best to restrain the cock that had rolled to the tip of his tongue.This piece of private beach that is temporarily owned by them is very quiet, there is no sound except the sound of the waves lapping, and it is completely safe.

This made Ye Qun even more ashamed, he clearly knew that he was living in this completely open and empty area.The moonlight reflected on the water was very bright, and if a helicopter flew by at this time, they could be seen clearly.

He called Lance's name in a hoarse voice, trembling at the end.

Lance had never been this out of control, never.The body he held tightly in his arms twisted its waist involuntarily, like a water demon that confuses people's hearts.By the moonlight, he could clearly see the face of the water demon, and the alcohol he drank before turned into high heat, making his skin flushed.The tip of the nose is also red, and the full and moist lips are slightly parted.Lance leaned forward and gave a peck, then stared at the beautiful black eyes that had fascinated him, and now they were out of focus, looking in a disoriented way.

"Look at my sweetheart." He straightened Ye Qun's face and patted it lightly.This action brought back a trace of the poor man's sanity, but with his next effort, Ye Qun's eyes floated again, he let out a muffled grunt that seemed to be in pain but also in pleasure, and his body trembled slightly.This made Lance's heart feel like being scratched by a cat's paw, or in other words, his heart was actually held in Ye Qun's hands all the time, tightening according to the other's mood.

An indescribable desire rose in his chest, and he couldn't control his strength anymore, forcing Ye Qun to choke out a cry from his throat, and he felt physiological tears already dripping from the corners of his eyes: "You...slow down... ..."

Ye Qun tremblingly supported the wall tiles on the edge of the swimming pool, his suit pants with the belt torn off were still dangling in the bend of his legs.But Lance, who has always been considerate, did not slow down. He maintained the rhythm with ease, forcing Ye Qun to grit his teeth so as not to cry out.

His lower abdomen was cramping, his knees were also weak, and he slid down regardless. Lance put a hand through his armpit and dragged him up—with the help of the buoyancy of the water, some postures that are difficult to do normally be realized.He found Lance's lips and kissed them, and Lance's wet eyelashes tickled his eyelids like a little brush.

Lance took his lips tenderly, tracing his teeth patiently, but roughly.Ye Qun felt that his legs were pulled apart, his knees were bent, and he was pushed up. He protested weakly that there were a few fingerprints left on Lance's broad back, like a cat venting its anger.

The tip of Lance's tongue brushed the corners of his red eyes, "It's a bit salty," he asked knowingly, "Is it sea water?"

Ye Qun kicked his calf resentfully, even though the movement was so weak that it was almost negligible—this big, dull and honest man finally learned to fail.