embroidery

Qing Mo found out that Tao Cheng is a deceitful ghost, where is this disguise?It's just cross-dressing.

Qing Mo was still ashamed, wearing a woman's wide-sleeved light shirt and sitting in front of the bronze mirror, letting the maid twist a hairpin into his hair, he tilted his head to look at it, and found it very beautiful.

Tao Cheng was not very satisfied. He was chatting with the oiran, but now he walked to the table and picked out a buyao from a box full of delicate hair accessories. There were three bundles of fringed jade beads hanging from the top of the crystal green jade body, and he handed it to him. To the maid, "Change to this."

Huakui covered her mouth and chuckled, "Everywhere from top to bottom was selected by Mr. Tao. If this Mr. doesn't dislike it, I will give it to you, and you don't have to return it."

Before Qing Mo could say no, Tao Cheng thanked him for him, Qing Mo thought, "It's done, this good material can be taken apart, the gold thread and silver thread are not bad for embroidery."

Coming out of Huakui's waterside courtyard, Qingmo always wanted to raise his hand to touch Bu Yao, but Tao Cheng held that hand, and could only hear the crisp sound of jade beads colliding in his ears.

Tao Cheng looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "Not used to it?"

"You touch your conscience," Qing Mo glared, still not very fierce, is this question called human language, "If it's you, can you get used to it?"

Tao Cheng rubbed his palm comfortingly, "Be careful not to touch your face, or you might damage your makeup."

Qingmo put away her fingertips that were just about to touch her lips, "This lip balm seems to be peach-flavored, she puts it on a lot, and my lips feel heavy."

Tao Cheng's gaze fell on those two vermilion lips, and the moment he opened his mouth, he said, "It smells like peaches even when it's not painted on."

This caught off guard so that Qingmo couldn't catch it, so he held back for a while and said, "I...I haven't tasted what you smell like, but it's still very good to kiss you."

Tao Cheng smiled, "About some time later, my father's orchard in the south will produce a yellow fruit that looks like a hedgehog. It smells strange and leaves a deep impression on me."

Qing Mo said cautiously, "What are you going to do!"

Tao Cheng smiled and said, "I'm just kidding you." After saying that, he lightly tasted the peach flavor from Qingmo's lips.

The two slowly approached the brothel, and met more and more people. They couldn't hide their surprise when they saw Tao Cheng holding a slim woman. Sighing, "It's not easy for you Mr. Tao, why does everyone seem to know you, and everyone has eyes to see you wherever you go."

"It's kind of boring." But right now he can be recognized by as many people as possible, Tao Cheng held Qingmo tightly, "Let's go, go eat the Youth League."

The Qingtuan shop is still open in the old place, and new flavors have emerged one after another in the past few years, and the line is lined up in the middle of the street.

Qing Mo touched her hungry belly, then turned to Tao Cheng, "Can I have two more later?"

Tao Cheng looked at him pitifully, and said, "Impossible."

Qingmo choked, and wanted to touch Tao Cheng's girdle or cuff, "I know where your broken silver is."

"You're a My Fair Lady now."

"Then you are not a gentleman?"

Tao Cheng pursed his lips, only looked at Qing Mo and smiled, Qing Mo understood immediately, and only in the evening did he hear this man say that he is not a gentleman, so what if he contradicted himself.

This is the fate of being nurtured, and what the benefactor says is what it is.

Qing Mo simply turned around, looked down at the long skirt covering her toes, and realized that she looked like a temper tantrum girl, feeling disgusted in her heart, and heard Tao Cheng sigh with a smile, "Eat one to satisfy your hunger, let's go find something else."

But the boss disagrees.After finally getting two people in line, when the boss heard that there were only two salted egg yolks, he immediately disagreed, "Here you go, buy a few more, this dumpling can last for two days."

So Qingmo carried the bag with a smile on his face. There were several round balls in the bag, and he still had one in his mouth. He ate and said "uh", "I mean, why is it a bit sweet, the fat in my mouth is covered by my mouth?" Have you eaten it?"

Tao Cheng wiped off the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, "It's okay, I'll help you apply it after eating."

Qingmo was curious, "You still have a box with you?"

In the dark alley, Qingmo was pushed against the stone brick wall, he was a little confused, before he begged Tao Cheng to kiss him so shamelessly, but Tao Cheng didn't, now he has kissed him, so he is addicted to kissing Is it okay?

Qing Mo put her hands on Tao Cheng's chest, at first she was still thinking about not squeezing the green ball, but after rubbing her lips together for a long time, she couldn't think about anything anymore, the tip of her tongue hurt a bit from being sucked, and her lips were also crushed If anyone has the heart to take a look into this alley, he will cover his eyes and say "shameless".

Qingmo was almost out of breath, and his head was dizzy. He hummed and pushed a few times, and was coaxed by Tao Cheng's hoarse voice, "Don't move, I'll put rouge on you." A little further away, his eyes stuck to his moist lips, and then he looked at Qing Mo's watery eyes, Tao Cheng slightly shook his head, "It's not red enough."

Qingmo only caught the gap between these few words to catch his breath, and then was kissed firmly by Tao Cheng who couldn't refuse. Qingmo's legs were a little soft, and his hands trembled slightly as he grasped Tao Cheng's front lapel. Feeling that there is a place vigorously pressing against him, just imagine Wushan's clouds and rains, Qingmo can't help sobbing.

Not so good.The lips and tongues of the two finally separated, and their foreheads pressed against each other, letting out hot panting breaths, Tao Cheng swallowed, and chuckled happily, "Slowly first."

Qing Mo lowered her eyes, her eyelashes twitched, and when she saw the lower body of the two men protruding from each other, she also laughed and said, "It's your fault."

Tao Cheng pecked the tip of his nose again, "Blame me, I've missed you for too long."

"The Youth League has been crushed" stuck in her throat, Qingmo opened her mouth, her heart trembled, her eyes couldn't stop being moistened with mist, she even thought that her mood was too sweet and she had auditory hallucinations.

Tao Cheng kissed his teary eyes and tasted the salty taste, "When I wrote to you when I was six years old, I missed you."

Qingmo held back her tears and hummed, "Me too."

"At that time, I only thought about it in my heart. Later," Tao Cheng curled his lips, "afterwards, I thought about it no matter where I was."

Qingmo held back her tears and wanted to laugh again, "Me too."

This time the kiss was tender and slow, and Qingmo was so devoted to forgetting his feelings. Tao Cheng stopped when he felt the strange taste of the kiss. Reflecting the dim light, he saw a ball hanging brightly in the socket of Qingmo's upper lip. Qingmo also tasted the snot, and was so embarrassed that he was so ashamed and angry that he didn't have any affectionate thoughts, so he grabbed his sleeve and wiped it indiscriminately.

Tao Cheng waited until he had had enough of laughing, then held up Qingmo's face and saw his lips were bright red, but unfortunately his eyes were also red. ? Thinking I've done it many times?"

Really not a gentleman, a blatant hooligan, Qingmo was so shy that he didn't dare to look at him, and muttered, "Not as many times as you think I've done it."

Tao Cheng smiled sullenly, "Just be good when I kiss you."

Years of obsessions were suddenly melted away, and he felt relaxed and comfortable, with some unbelievable but reasonable exclamations.

Only the Qingtuan suffered. Some of them were squeezed hard and leaked out sticky from the oiled paper bag. Qingmo was still holding her baby in her arms. Cheng picked him up, "I'm hungry too, let's go find something to eat."

Both sides of the long street are full of red lanterns, bustling and lively.

"In the past, I would come to this street to sell embroidery when I was free." At that time, Qingmo was only looking for a place to set up a stall, never paying attention to what these ordinary people were hawking, "I remember... Speaking of it Don't laugh."

Tao Cheng responded, and Qingmo continued to recall, "I remember one time, just in front of my booth, two half-grown boys chased after each other and knocked over the face that another person was holding. He was very angry and exclaimed, 'My aleurone!' I just realized that it's not noodle soup, it's called aleurone."

Tao Cheng looked at him, "And then? Want to eat aleurone?"

Qingmo gently shook his hand, feeling quite excited, or concealing his embarrassment, "It's a bit fragrant, that smell. I should change the place, I did, but after a while, the aleurone The smell makes me a little hungry."

Without saying a word, Tao Cheng led Qingmo into the shop where he eats noodles.

A bowl of pork rib soup aleurone, a bowl of fish soup aleurone, a basket of fresh broth buns and a steamed eight immortals.

Qingmo said "I am a lady" before putting down her chopsticks, and then she controlled the movement of sucking the paste powder. The soup dumpling just had to be swallowed in one bite. The juice made from frozen lard was extremely delicious, and the greasyness of life was suppressed by the balsamic vinegar Feeling satisfied with a meal.

There are still three days until Qixi Festival. There are many paper-cuts, lanterns, window grilles and other things of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl on the street. If the painting is rotated, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the painting will rush to each other vividly, and finally hug each other.

Qing Mo liked it to the bottom of his heart, and before he could ask Tao Cheng, he saw that he had already paid the money, and his heart was even more wonderful, "When I get back to the yard, where can I hang it."