fall in love with vinegar bucket

Du Ze calmly drew by the table. His hand trembled and almost destroyed the ancestors he had painted for a long time. He held the pen and traced the lines carefully, and let out a sigh of relief: "It will be finished soon."

"About how long will it be?" Zhang Zhuo was not in a hurry to find that little pink girl anymore. Judging from Du Ze's reaction, he knew that he must have secretly tampered with it. Anyway, once in a while, it was just for fun. That's it.

"It will take half a month. This is my rough estimate." Du Ze said casually.

"You have been painting for quite a long time." Zhang Zhuo looked at the size of the painting, which was not too big, and it took so long.

"Slow work leads to careful work. My grandfather once painted "Daiyu Entering the Mansion", which took him four years to complete."

No matter what Zhang Zhuo said, he was also engaged in art. He knew that this painting was very expensive. He heard that it was bought by a foreign tycoon at a high price during the exhibition, but the price he received was not announced to the public. Look, it doesn't matter how high you are.

"Draw one for me when."

Du Ze snorted: "I don't want to draw you."

Zhang Zhuo was not happy, and responded with a sneer: "How shabby I am, you don't want to paint."

"Let me paint for you, it's very expensive."

Zhang Zhuo closed the book: "You painted Ye Xun, and you didn't even see you taking money."

"The meaning is different. It's the same as taking pictures. Some people ask for money to take pictures, while others are arranged by photographers. One side spends money and the other doesn't. I paint for Brother Xun. He can also serve as a publicity tool for me.”

In a word, you are not as beautiful as Brother Xun, so I don't want to draw you.

Zhang Zhuo told himself not to be angry, not angry.

"Come here for me."

"I won't go, the painting is not finished yet, come here if you have something to do."

Zhang Zhuo reopened the book: "I won't go there."

Seeing that he won't come, Du Ze is still at ease, he is afraid that Zhang Zhuo will come and teach him a lesson, and then he will teach him a lesson and go to bed, saying that he is a hedonistic person, and the painting in his hand should not be delayed until the year of the monkey I just drew it well.

If Zhang Zhuo knew that this was what Du Ze was thinking about, he would probably be taught a lesson.

Du Ze returned to play, but he was always thinking about his brother Xun's painting. He fixedly painted for 3 hours after dinner every day. For these [-] hours, he gave up the chance to be sweet with Zhang Zhuo. Advise yourself not to be angry.

The sooner you finish the painting, the sooner you clean it up.

"Your father said that you will come here this month, when will you go down and tidy up your house, and don't reveal anything."

"It's okay." Du Ze focused on painting, "Abba hasn't called yet, he will call me a few days ago, and it won't be too late to clean up by then."

Zhang Zhuo really felt that Du Ze was not as active as before: "I remember that you used to finish your homework first on the first day, saying that you have completed the task and have fun."

"After all, it was in the past." Du Ze began to tidy up the tools on the table, took out a piece of rice paper to cover the painting, he ran to the sofa and sat next to the man, "When you are close to vermilion, you are red, if you are close to ink, you are black, who asked me to be with you?" gone."

"Did you take the wrong line, whoever is red and who is black."

Du Ze suddenly put his arms around Zhang Zhuo's shoulders, fixed his eyes on his side face and tilted his head, feeling that he couldn't get enough of it.

"Zhang Zhuo."

"Well, what is it called a soul?" Zhang Zhuo looked straight ahead and insisted on not being disturbed.

"I called you because I like you." Du Ze tried to turn the other end over, "You transfer over here."

"Who is red and who is black?" Zhang Zhuo turned his head.

"Hmm..." Du Ze pursed his lips and leaned forward to mua, "I'm naked, and you are also naked."

Zhang Zhuo suppressed a smile: "I'm sticky, go down."

"I don't I don't."

"How old are you still acting like a baby?"

Du Ze let go of his hand: "That's how I talk, why are you so pissed off?" He became anxious and stuttered, and his Wan Wan accent came out, Zhang Zhuo looked at him helplessly, "Why are you pissed off."

"Why are you imitating my speech?"

Zhang Zhuo imitated the big mua and took a sip: "I like you."

Although Du Ze was a little emotional, he still chose to lie on Zhang Zhuo's lap and look up at him: "Don't laugh at me."

"I don't laugh at you." Zhang Zhuo lowered his head and kissed him, "When will I laugh at you?"

Du Ze fidgeted from side to side, gently stroked Zhang Zhuo's palm with his finger and said, "Don't think I don't know, many times, you secretly laugh at me in your heart."

"You said it was secretly, how did you know?"

Du Ze became irritable again, he was so tired of playing word games with Zhang Zhuo, and in the end he simply didn't lie down, he got up and went back to his room, muttering: "Who wants to play with you."

"Where are you going?" Zhang Zhuo hooked Du Ze with a big hand around his waist, and then pinned him on his lap, "You are the only one who is dishonest."

"I'm going to make milk and go to bed."

Only then did Zhang Zhuo let him go: "Bring me a cup, too."

Du Ze reluctantly agreed, but as a result, Zhang Zhuo's glass of milk was missing more than half, and his intention to vent his anger was so obvious that Zhang Zhuo felt that it was so sweet that he drank it in his mouth.

On the other hand, Du Ze stayed on the bed while licking milk while looking at him with his eyes, not sure why he was so happy, Zhang Zhuo put down the cup calmly: "Yes, it's delicious." After Du Ze finished licking, Touching his cheek to his ear and then circling it, he hugged Du Ze obediently in his arms.

"It almost made me afraid of milk. How much milk powder did you put in it?"

Du Ze winked: "It's not much, it's just a normal amount." His whole body was numb and he couldn't exert himself, he felt that Zhang Zhuo was too close to him, and the hands in his clothes made him speechless, "You Don't pinch."

Zhang Zhuo never knew that talking could reveal sweetness. Du Ze, who had just finished drinking milk, smelled of milk from top to bottom, and the whisper of the soft cat seemed to be brushing his heart like a feather: "Little boy, I Smells like you're a super big boobie."

Du Ze's heart beat faster, and he stammered: "You, what are you talking about." Afraid that Zhang Zhuo would say something terrible, he raised his hand to cover the other's mouth, but Zhang Zhuo actually stuck out his tongue and licked the palm of his hand, Du Ze Ze immediately withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.

"Look, I licked it and found it was still sweet."

Du Ze blushed unbelievably, and quickly turned around: "Sleep, sleep."

Zhang Zhuo smiled, bowed his head and kissed him.

Du Ze slowly put his arms around Zhang Zhuo's neck, and he hummed like a pig, his whole body was so weak from the kiss.

Kissing the little mouth a hundred times will never get tired of it.

Du Ze felt his waist go limp, and Zhang Zhuo's every touch gave him goosebumps, and he felt a fire in his heart, but he only wanted to be served by the other party.

Zhang Zhuo said that he was a little emperor in bed, and he would not be convinced if he was not full.

But he was full every time.

The words had already been spoken, it was too late for Du Ze to cover his mouth.

Zhang Zhuo kissed Du Ze's finger holding the pen, he was slender and white and he knew it was a young master at a glance.

Fingers can actually kiss, Du Ze pushed Zhang Zhuo as if he couldn't bear it: "You are too much, you just know how to tease me"

"Then will you tease me?"

Du Ze didn't say a word, he had no ability not to tease Zhang table, he thought very clearly, when it's time to admit it, he should admit it, don't push it, otherwise he will be the one who will suffer.

There was a small lamp in the room with a dim light. According to Du Ze's temperament, there should be no lamp left, but this time, for some reason, both of them were in a hurry, and neither of them wanted to waste a few seconds to turn it off. As a result, Du Ze stared at the overlapping black shadows on the wall for half a night. Every time he looked at it, his face turned red, but he couldn't help but look at it.

The previous night's indulgence brought about the next day's bedtime, Zhang Zhuo was used to it, and while the two of them were not at work, he brushed the hair of someone lying motionless on the bed: "The sun is drying Butt, haven't had breakfast yet."

"Hmm..." Du Ze cried out comfortably, moving his waist like a lazy cat to indicate the man's massage position, "I want to eat porridge from Yuan Ji's house, you can buy it for me."

Zhang Zhuo couldn't bear Du Ze's laziness and acting coquettishly back then, and he can't stand it now, he circled Du Ze and slowly massaged his waist, then nodded his nose: "What else?"

"Shao Mai, pot stickers, meat dumplings and meat buns, I'm so hungry, I want to eat them all."

"The lion opened its mouth wide, for fear that you might not be able to finish it all."

Du Ze reluctantly raised his eyelids: "Anyway, you can't finish eating."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you, and then I'll help you clean up the room in the afternoon. You also call your dad to ask when he will come. It's almost mid-term and there is no call. If it is a surprise inspection, it will be a disaster." .”

Du Ze stuck out his tongue, thinking that his father is not the one who conducts surprise inspections, but the one who likes surprise inspections is grandma.

But what Zhang Zhuo said was also reasonable, Du Ze decided to call after breakfast, and now he didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to lie on the bed and bask in the sun.

The sunlight fell on the body through the glass of the bay window, and the warm temperature made Du Ze squint his eyes and sigh, it was so comfortable.

The first morning after finishing the work is all about suffering, but when he especially enjoys suffering, his body is a little numb, but his mind is empty. At this time, he doesn't have to think about today's work or the next design. How to do it, he doesn't think about all the things, the world is quiet at this moment, and he is lying on the bed with his upper body naked, his arms are hanging down to touch the blanket on the ground, and the fluffy hairs are passing by his fingertips At that time, he thought about it all his life.

There must be Zhang Zhuo in this life.

It was the middle of the year again, and the days with Zhang Zhuo went by very quickly. Du Ze grabbed the fluff on the blanket and tilted his head to look at the sun outside the window.

I have known Zhang Zhuo for so long, when will I bring him to meet my father?

You have to pick a time when Dad is happy.

But thinking about it carefully, Du Jianping has a gentle nature and never gets angry.

"Hey, why don't you show it to Grandpa first?" No, no, no, Grandpa is old, what if he is stimulated.

Just when Du Ze was planning how to take Zhang Zhuo back to meet his parents, the phone under the pillow buzzed.

Even if it's not a weekend, few people call. Du Ze was thinking about something, and swipe his finger on the screen: "Hello..."

"Where are you Ozawa, isn't today the weekend?"

Du Ze blinked: "Where is it?" A string was stretched in his heart.

"I've been ringing your doorbell for so long and haven't seen you open it. Are you working overtime or outside?"

what?

Du Ze jumped up from the bed, holding back the pain in his buttocks: "Abba!"

Du Jianping's ears trembled: "What's wrong?"

Du Ze adjusted his tone, praying was not what he thought: "Abba, are you at the door, Bibo Garden?"

"Yeah, I forgot to call you before, and I wasted a little time after talking with foreign partners for a long time. Your mother is busy in the hospital recently, and I'm fine when I go home. I'll just come to you directly to play for a few days..."

Du Ze couldn't hear the words below, why is he still asleep, wake up, isn't this a dream?

This is not a dream?