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Jun Yang acted cautiously, but he was still watched by a guy who was hiccupping and picking his teeth in the distance: "The target is in the car, there are two people in the car, and he is driving west along the main road... There are trees blocking it, judging by the light ,The target vehicle turned south outside the basketball court and continued to move forward...the target arrived at the shuttle station...the target drove out of the school gate—he left!"

The lookout threw away the binoculars and shouted angrily: "Instructor Jun has left school!"

All the students rushed to tell each other, and someone asked, "Are you coming back today?"

The student in charge of the lookout rubbed his chin and analyzed: "I think he changed his clothes and left. If it's just a gift, there is no need to change clothes, right? This means at least you have to eat something before you come back?"

"As far as I know, our instructor hasn't left school for a long time." Some students were very excited, "Maybe he also went out to play and will come back tomorrow? Or we will also..."

"Impossible," one person interrupted, "Do you remember that once the instructor said that anyone who was absent from school during the dormitory check will be expelled immediately."

The eager students fell silent for a moment.

The leader said: "Then, let's be more honest... At least there shouldn't be an emergency assembly tonight..."

Jun Yang's happiness is directly proportional to the distance from the flight academy, no matter what Yan Mingxin says, he agrees without hesitation.He promised too happily, and he had to ask again: "Where did you say you were going?"

Yan Dingbo set off to Jiangnan with the 027 ship, and it would take at least three months to come back. Yan Ming was confident.But he was embarrassed to say "I have no one at home tonight", as if he came to Jun Yang every time for that purpose - in all fairness, this does not represent his whole purpose.

He thought that there should be another common language between them besides the body.

what's going on?

"I said, it's still early, do you want to go out?" Yan Mingxin reservedly suggested, "Anywhere will do, it should be quite lively at night."

Every time I go to a city, it is one of Junyang's professional habits to be familiar with the location of local people's livelihood security, medical and health care, and civil air defense.

"Okay." He turned the steering wheel with ease, and found the place without asking Yan Mingxin to command.

Yan Mingxin usually has no desire to consume, nor does he have any shopping needs. He belongs to the type of person who lives reclusively. If Yan Dingbo hadn't come ashore, he might not even return home during his vacation.After seeing too much of the same camouflage patterns, there is only clear soup and little water in front of my eyes. This time I have come to the world of flowers and flowers, but I haven't even set foot in it.

There is a row of colorful game stalls in the middle of the commercial street where every inch of land is expensive. He pointed to it and said, "It's lively over there."

"Okay." Jun Yang followed.

Speaking of it, the time it took for Jun Yang's prodigal son to turn around was much shorter than the time he was ignorant. As a marginal boy who was left alone in the past, he had a little bit of all kinds of adolescent vices.If it hadn't been for the "clearance" of the welfare home that swept them out, he would have no place to stay and had to join the grassroots defense of the sea to cover the rain. Now he may have grown into a well-known gangster in the local small county.

The orphanage has been hollowed out from the inside, and it is hard to protect itself. I wish I could fold a tree branch to trick them into using it as a pen, and it is absolutely impossible to send some pocket money. But now that I think about it, he always seems to have two coins in his pocket. The origin is suspected of fraud, and the money is not too much, but it is enough for him to play all kinds of tricks when he wanders the streets——

He said to Yan Mingxin, "Let it go."

"What are you doing?" Yan Mingxin looked around, the pedestrian street was too crowded on weekends, "Take it easy, don't hurt anyone."

"No." Jun Yang said, picking up a few darts.

The dart stall is located in a prime location at the intersection. The huge traffic flow is actually enough for the owner to make a lot of money. However, the owner of this stall has a lot of ambitions and is extraordinarily good at making money. Some are MDF.

The position where the person is standing is not far from the target, but when a dart passes, the heavy force will cause the dart to rub off a piece of the foam board and fall to the ground; if the force is light, the dart will bounce off when it touches the MDF.

Unexpectedly, ten or eight years later, this trick is still used throughout the country.Jun Yang weighed the dart and threw it with good strength.

"Thump, thump, thump," three darts hit the bull's-eye one after another, and the tip of the dart sank straight into the wooden board.

He put his hands away as if nothing had happened, ready to be flattered like he usually finished demonstrating to the students.

Who knew that Yan Mingxin just touched him with his elbow: "Hey."

"..." Jun Yang turned his head, seriously suspecting that Yan Mingxin hadn't looked at him at all just now, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Mingxin looked painful: "Look there, what's the matter with that man? Is he disgusting?"

A person was carrying a plastic bag and passed by not far away. The somewhat deflated bag contained half a bag of orange-yellow unknown liquid, and there was a layer of white foam that was slowly flowing down on the inner wall of the bag.

"...that's loose beer. Didn't you see a vat of 'Fengtian Brewery' placed in front of the store across the road?" Jun Yang couldn't tell which of them was a foreigner, and he had the habit of being suspicious. Just when he was about to explode, he glanced at Yan Mingxin, and then fell silent for a moment.

When he spoke again, his tone was milder: "What are you thinking?"

"Oh, why did I insert a straw to drink..." The yellow liquid in the bag - Yan Mingxin's brain was completely dominated by the psychological shadow during the hospitalization, and he couldn't recover for a while, thinking, this is too scary .

"Do you want to drink?" Jun Yang didn't think as far away as his, and frowned matter-of-factly, "Maybe it's not clean."

The more rustic and casual the packaging of the "specialty products" sold to foreign tourists, the more "local" they appear. However, the quality of bulk food cannot be guaranteed. Some profit-seeking businessmen really dare to mix and sell beer near the expiration date with normal beer.Anyway, it is sold iced, and the strong temperature difference paralyzes people's taste buds. It is too late to feel refreshed after two bites, and they will not pay attention to the taste at all.

This level of blending is not a challenge to food safety, because the two raw materials are legal, and it will be fine if people drink them. At best, they will suffer from diarrhea.However, Jun Yang inexplicably felt that maybe everyone on the road could drink it, but his Yan Mingxin couldn't drink it.

What exactly can Yan Mingxin drink?

May have to drink dozens of layers of filtered dew.

Every time Yan Mingxin went to the college to change his clothes, he washed them by hand, hung them to dry on the balcony, and let the sun recharge them for a whole day. After class, he returned to the dormitory to put them away, and stacked them separately.

Either clean, natural, or full of love and care... In short, Yan Ming believes that you should not drink these ghost things mixed with crooked thoughts.

Fortunately, Yan Mingxin didn't want to try it, and categorically refused: "Don't drink, don't drink, let's find a place to eat. What do you want to eat? Listen to you."

Jun Yang chose the nearest restaurant with bright and clean windows.The door of the shop is very low, you have to bend slightly to enter, and you will see a row of objects with a sense of age on the table, as if you have returned to the dining room of ordinary people decades ago.There are comfortable rattan chairs in the store, and a small dim lamp hangs on each dining table.

The environment has a taste of home, and the food is not as inexplicable as Yan Dingbo's cooking. Yan Ming's confidence breeds a little distant longing-after a lot of time in their lives has rolled away from this land, Jun Yang probably has nothing to do. What a special place to return to the roots. If the two of them could spend three meals a day and the four seasons of the year together for a long time like now, enjoying the peace that is too ordinary to be worth mentioning, it would be quite exciting.

He yelled softly: "Hey."

Jun Yang raised his eyelids and looked at him in the original posture: "What?"

Yan Mingxin thought for a while, this is still a public place, those words should perhaps be reserved for a quieter place.

He just said, "You eat more."

Jun Yangzhi was not here, he sighed silently, and slowly lowered his eyes—it was night when the twilight was all around, the streets were full of lights.

He scanned the table as a routine, and took a few mouthfuls of food absent-mindedly.

"You are quite accurate in throwing darts, how did you practice?" Yan Mingxin was very interested, "Do you often come out to play?"

"...Cough," Jun Yang didn't expect to have the opportunity to use the lines he had been planning for a long time, he swallowed the food in his mouth, and said as lightly as possible, "No, just throw it away."

It's a pity that the timing came suddenly, and it wasn't the right time and place that he had prepared just now. He was a little frustrated that he had failed, and turned his face to the French windows unnaturally.He couldn't tell what he was maintaining, and there was always a faint worry that he couldn't grasp it firmly, like walking on a tightrope, shaky when encountering a cross wind.

Taking a closer look, it might have something to do with the seat, or it might be the truth—he found that the reflections of the two on the glass were simply not the same color.

He touched his face blankly and asked, "Am I tanned?"

As an instructor and instructor, in fact, Jun Yang can just do "guidance", comfortably type out the training plan in the office, and delegate specific tasks to the instructors under him for execution, without having to do everything personally and be exposed to the sun and rain.But he didn't have a well-coordinated helper around him, so he couldn't hand over power confidently and boldly. He could only take the lead and go through the storm, because he probably wouldn't have a second chance.

Standing in front of Yan Mingxin, he seems to be born with something less than others. This gap makes him make up for things and make up for things. In the end, it is still wrong to advance, and it is also wrong to retreat... Every time a human being makes a choice, he will will lose a piece of happiness.

"It's not dark." Yan Mingxin leaned forward, his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, his eyes blinked quickly, with unskilled temptations and childish hints, "Why don't you go to my house later, I'll take a look ?”

"..." Jun Yang quickly recovered, and pushed the tableware in front of him, "I'm full."

Whether he throws darts or spins the carousel, drinks beer or eats dinner, all are exquisite and cumbersome bows on the gift box-the giver does not fasten such a few buttons, it seems that he does not pay attention to the sense of ceremony; the receiver does not follow the steps step by step When it is uncovered, it looks vulgar and unrefined.

After the due diligence of both parties, he was finally able to pull the ribbon to the end and enjoy it to his heart's content.

Maybe it was fermented and grown in the thoughts of the little one, maybe it was the same as reviewing the old and learning the new. He was surprised to find that Yan Mingxin's kissing skills had changed drastically, and he could be said to be self-taught.

Yan Mingxin pressed heavily on him, and the uncertainty about breathing gave him a sense of certainty about happiness.He was lying on Yan Mingxin's bed, but he seemed to be in a cloud, and he was about to go crazy.

"Hand..." Yan Mingxin squeezed his chin, "You are too tired from taking care of the students, let you rest for two days."

The level of hormones in Jun Yang's body that is not suitable for children is a bit high, and it is no longer an environment suitable for the normal functioning of the brain.He couldn't understand the ins and outs of this strange theory, and he just thought in a daze: Even if the landslides and ground cracked outside, and the sea and rocks were rotten, it wouldn't affect his intimacy with Yan Mingxin.

But he changed his posture as usual, put on his obstructive shoes, and curled his legs, not minding that his posture was intrusive.

He took Yan Mingxin's hand and stroked back: "Here, I won't be tired."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the fireworks in the sky exploded in his heart, making him lost and sinking in the colorful lights under the starry sky, and he felt the joy of taking a big step towards the perfection.

He gently bit Yan Mingxin's earlobe with the tips of his teeth: "Come on."

"...Jun Yang." Yan Mingxin was dizzy from the stimulation of the invitation, and was also suffocated by the restraint around his waist, so he took a deep breath.

He rubbed Jun Yang's hands vigorously, and then called out in a low voice, "Jun Yang."

His hands are too strong, he doesn't know where he is pinching, he just feels that he has inexhaustible strength, and if he doesn't use him anymore, he will explode on the spot.

Jun Yang's palm was clearly painful, but he was willing to bear it without saying a word, and breathlessly said in the joy and pain that he had only seen in his life: "Well, I'll help you take it off."

He can't prove that he is the best and most suitable partner for Yan Mingxin in the world, but this must be the way his body can contribute to it the most.If he could, he would even be willing to do more. Apart from that, he didn't know how else to prove his intentions.

Jun Yang's movements were thoughtful and light, and Yan Mingxin cooperated obediently. The moment he was undressed, he felt an indescribable wonderful pleasure.He felt hot all over his body, and then his belt was untied with a "squeak"—at this moment, he thought of one thing.

"Wait." He pressed Jun Yang's hand, and managed to concentrate a little bit, "No. This way...you can find out after the physical examination later, don't you plan to never fly again?"

The author has something to say: fell asleep last night qwq