Dude look at me again

Jiang Mingliu had probably never had any other friends stay at home.

Yao Yi moved a stack of books back to his study, and he actually followed in.

"It's 11:30, my friend." Yao Yi reminded him, "I have to get up early to go to the station tomorrow."

Jiang Mingliu accused: "Then you still take so many books?"

Yao Yi condemned him with his eyes without changing his expression. They were all hardcover collections of novels!If you had let me see, who would play games with you? !

Jiang Mingliu squatted on the ground and picked up a copy of "Love in a Fallen City", with a strange expression on his face: "Why did you even bring this?"

Yao Yi asked back, "Didn't you buy it?"

Jiang Mingliu stared wide-eyed: "If you want to know it's impossible, okay?! This is the 1997 edition!!"

Yao Yi squatted beside him, pulled out a 1999 edition of "Cain the Poison Earl", and asked, "Your dad bought this too?"

Jiang Mingliu's gaze almost burned a hole in it, and he gritted his teeth: "...I."

Yao Yi shrugged and turned on the bed.

Jiang Mingliu forcefully argued behind him: "Who hasn't had a child yet! Every child has a girlish heart, okay?"

Yao Yi turned his head to look at him, thinking that I don't have it, don't ordinary boys watch football boys, Pokemons and the like?Thinking about it again, probably this guy lacks love since he was a child, so he can't be judged from the perspective of ordinary people, and it's inevitable that he has a girlish heart.

So his eyes softened a little, and he stretched out his arms to rub his head, like teasing a giant dog: "Poor little."

Jiang Mingliu squatted beside the bed:? ? ? ? ? ?

Before he exploded, Yao Yi withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and touched his chin by the way.

He at least brought fifteen or sixteen books here, and he definitely won’t be able to read them all tonight, but it’s just that his hands are itchy to see so many collections—a quick glance earlier, he saw five large cabinets in the study, full of them. The book was still "reserved" when I first entered the door, so I didn't go in to read it.

Jiang Mingliu also wanted to climb onto the bed, so he pushed him to the side very consciously: "Give me some space, Xiao Guoguo, the 1.8-meter bed is 1.2 meters by you."

He has been studying in the imperial capital for the past ten years, and his speech is easy to bring out the Beijing accent, and the 360-degree poke is cute. Yao Yi's ears numb, he held back his temper, and resigned to his fate to move him.

Obviously it should be something you wish for, but why is it so aggrieved when it really happened?

He was leaning against the head of the bed, but Jiang Mingliu was lying on the bed, smiling as if he was going to sleep just like that.

"Are you going to sleep here?"

His hand was itchy, and he pulled it up and scratched his head.

"Why, can't you?" Jiang Mingliu turned his head sideways to face him, and narrowed his eyes in a comfortable position: "Then I'll go back later."

Yao Yi hesitated, but he didn't say anything to persuade him to stay.

Jiang Mingliu moved restlessly, rubbing his hand: "Put hard."

Yao Yi: ...

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Mingliu raised his head and glanced with difficulty: "Swordsman, you like this too."

"Do you like Jin Yong? I like it too. Who do you like best?" He fell back and asked vaguely.

Yao Yi thought for a while: "Eastern Invincible." Of course, Qiao Feng also liked it.

Jiang Mingliu hummed: "I was influenced by Lin Qingxia's movie again. Why do you still like it after reading the novel? It's OOC at all."

Yao Yi tugged at his hair, Jiang Mingliu let out a muffled laugh: "Why, it hurts."

Yao Yi said: "I don't watch movies, nor have I seen her act."

Jiang Mingliu was slightly surprised: "Then you still like it." He lifted up his spirits and said, "What kind of person do you think he is? Infatuated with tragedy? Let's pull it out, he can take advantage of Ren Woxing's hands, resourcefulness and martial arts. At the top, he can still hold back from killing people—why? I don’t think he is soft-hearted at all. Is death scary, or is it scary for a generation of heroes to be imprisoned at the bottom of the lake and spend their entire lives making wedding dresses for people?”

Yao Yi responded softly: "En."

Jiang Mingliu grew up in Jin Yong's martial arts since Xiaopao. He always thought that the TV drama adaptation was messy and he couldn't bear to look at it. Unfortunately, few people could agree with him. He was quite happy at the moment: "I don't think he loves Yang Lianting at all, Yang Lianting is just him. His own incarnation and sustenance. He practiced magic skills, defeated fame, fortune, and emotions, and had no need for joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, so he was able to kill his brother at will and feel at ease. With his mind, do you know what happened to Heimuya? Impossible, but knowing or not knowing makes no difference to him, because he doesn't care at all, all he cares about is his own liking."

"He is sober at all. A loyal person thinks that all problems can be solved by getting rid of the villains around those in power, but they don't realize that the real problem lies with those in power, and the villains only succeed in doing what they like."

After a while, Yao Yi rubbed his head encouragingly, neither agreeing nor disapproving.

Jiang Mingliu couldn't finish it, and asked: "Having said that, what else do you like about him?"

"It's not like I like it, it's just out of... out of admiration," Yao Yi thought for a while, and replied: "I admire two kinds of people, one is for the sake of righteousness and can give up love, and the other is for the sake of love. Abandon righteousness."

Jiang Mingliu thought about it for a while, and felt that it was too extreme, but it was hard to describe, so he just argued: "He loves himself."

"That's the same," Yao Yi didn't look at him, and "massage" him with his hands one by one: "It's also admirable to be able to be an absolute self." And envy.

Jiang Mingliu was stunned, unable to understand: "This is a pervert!"

Yao Yi seemed to laugh, and pulled his hair again.

Jiang Mingliu made a gesture and howled.

Except for long holidays, Jiang Mingliu's work and rest schedule is actually more regular, at least much more regular than Yao Yi, and he doesn't stay up very late at night.

He turned over with difficulty like a salted fish turning over, lying on the pillow and being rubbed by Yao Yi, he hummed.Yao Yi turned off the headlight and replaced it with a desk lamp. He turned his head and turned his back, feeling that the light was just right. He heard the occasional sound of flipping a book in his ears. It was the first time he experienced the strength on his head, but it was so comfortable that it made people drowsy.

In the summer, when the air conditioner was turned on and the quilt was covered, Jiang Mingliu shrank into the pillow, pretending that he never said he would go back to sleep.

Yao Yi looked at a large unconscious creature, his expression softened, and his eyes were almost gentle.

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