I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

Joaquin vehemently denied it, and fully listed the time points when he went to the toilet several times today, so it is even more impossible for Min Qiu to let it go and let it go. Besides, he really can't think of anything on this street that is worth stopping by Joaquin. Acting alone with a companion—unless it’s a selfie, and it’s the kind of pose that is very escaping?

However, Joaquin denied it again, and this time he ran faster than a rabbit, and arrived at the hotel lobby first, sat on the sofa, drank a glass of lemonade with his head down, and kept his eyes fixed, as if he didn't know everyone in this dimension .

Fortunately, Min Qiu entered his own information when booking the hotel at the beginning, so he simply told the front desk that one person would check in and completed the registration.

He held his room card, hung a bag around his neck, and stood in front of the sofa in the rest area and shouted: "Let's go."

Joaquin covered his face with the magazine: "You go first."

Min Qiu: "I'm leaving first, what should you do?"

"It's still early...I'll be there later." Joaquin kept his legs together tightly, "You go first, go and go."

Min Qiu took two buffet coupons and stuffed them between him and the magazine: "Aren't you going? I'll finish eating all the delicious food later?"

The various dishes in the cafeteria add up to no less than [-] dishes. The dining mode of tasting all the ups and downs at once is very, very appetizing to Minqiu, and Joaquin takes the trouble to pick up the dishes one after another, which greatly saves Minqiu's mental cost of choosing , just sit at the table and eat.The more you don't use your brain, the more your blood will not supply oxygen to your brain, causing him to say what he sees——

Although most people pay attention to healthy diet nowadays, some dishes still have to be fatty. After eating and drinking, Min Qiu glanced at the few pieces of oily Dongpo meat on the table and looked at Joaquin, strongly In contrast, I couldn't help feeling: "Eat more, you look thinner."

Joaquin had been busy fetching food just now, and just sat down for a while, and said while eating: "I'm not skinny, I have muscles."

"It's not that I haven't touched it before." If it wasn't for the table in the middle, Min Qiu would have stretched out his hand to crush the cowhide he was blowing.

Joaquin stuffed a bag of food into his mouth and muttered, "That's not it."

Looking at him, Min Qiu thought to himself: Will people with fair skin not get tanned?

Now that there is no scorching sun exposure, Joaquin's little face has returned to its fair appearance, and the lighting in this restaurant must have been skillfully designed by a professional designer, so that every dish of food can be reflected like jade. A plate of delicacies, the people sitting here... seem to be delicious.

The small mouth in front of him was like a bright and moving cherry, Min Qiu really wanted to say something to comment on.

"Look at you," he said.

Joaquin stopped working in a daze, followed his gaze and licked the corner of his mouth: "What's wrong with me?"

In fact, Min Qiu just wanted to open his mouth to say something, there was nothing he had to say, and he didn’t have enough brain cells to fabricate the following, but now his intuition is sending out a serious protest and strong condemnation, for Joaquin’s licking the corner of his mouth just now He expressed his dissatisfaction—at that moment, he felt as if someone had eaten the only blueberry on the blueberry cake and licked off a touch of sweet juice from Dongpo meat.

The most essential and characteristic part of a dish has been licked off, how do you tell others to eat the rest?Out of respect for this dish, it should be left to the final taster!What do you mean by licking it like this and not finishing it?Isn't this depriving the rights of the final taster and infringing on the interests of others?

It's so irritating to be able to act like a normal person, put on a small face and ask "what's the matter" innocently.

"Look at you, you're fat." Min Qiu, who had witnessed the incident, said in a calm tone.

Joaquin, who was questioned 2 minutes ago as "too thin" and "muscles are put on", replied bluntly, "I, no, look."

Someone passed by with a few goblets in the aisle, and Min Qiu's eyes were glued to the half glass of wine-red liquid, and after he walked away, he asked, "Do you drink?"

Joaquin ate without raising his head: "Don't drink!"

This worldview is different!If his elder brother was here, the two brothers would definitely have a drink if they had something to do, or two if they had nothing to do, and when they were in a good mood, they would blow the bottle. Although he didn't know where the good mood came from today, but with this level of mood, no matter what Two bottles of white.

Min Qiu: "Do you know how to drink?"

Joaquin: "Anyway, if you don't drink, it will hurt your nerves, affect your hand speed, hurt your brain, and affect your judgment."

This is tantamount to indirectly admitting that he will not drink.Min Qiu didn't know why he wanted to laugh when he heard this: "If you hurt your brain, you have to have a brain."

Joaquin stared at him viciously, chewing a small piece of fragile bone with a "click, click, click".

If you don't drink it, don't drink it, the look of bitterness and hatred makes it seem that what he is drinking is their family's wine.Besides, talking about wine with a child is not interesting, he doesn't care about it——Min Qiu took a big gulp of white wine in a large glass that ordinary people drink, so he thought.

The capacity of a glass is about 250ml, and half of the glass has passed his throat. Joaquin pushed him a small platter of several hot dishes: "You will get drunk if you just drink like this."

"It's early." Min Qiu knew his own amount, not that shallow.

He wasn't drunk, but he was unavoidably sluggish after drinking. He didn't know where to turn his eyes. There was only one creature he knew, and his eyes could only fall on Joaquin's face.In a trance, he seemed to see Joaquin picking up vegetables, eating, watching him, drinking soup, watching him... Finally, Joaquin put down his fork and chopsticks, stopped eating, and just kept looking at him.

Correspondingly, of course, his gaze never moved away.

He couldn't figure out what was going on.

The carpeted restaurant is very quiet, only the whispers of people and the sound of tableware colliding, but his ears are extremely noisy—without the suppression of his subjective consciousness, there are countless voices scrambling to speak to him, like The sluice flood flooded out, speaking freely and expressing their own opinions, with a brilliant tongue like a river, from 5000 feet in the sky to [-] miles under the sea, from [-] years up and down to [-] whys.

Too noisy.

He, who is in charge of the house, hasn't said anything yet, and what kind of opinions are these voices coming from nowhere.

Min Qiu suddenly closed his eyes, and the whole world was instantly silent.

Considering that the matter of falling asleep in the restaurant is not very good, he opened his eyes after closing his eyes for a few seconds, raised his hand and drank the last bit of wine in the glass: "Are you full? Let's go."

——The moment he opened his eyes, Joaquin was wiping his hands with a napkin, and he didn't seem to be fascinated by him at all.

From the dining room to the guest room, when passing the lobby, Min Qiu was almost sobered up by the wind. He could find the room accurately, and he could smell the sour smell of a day's sweat on his body. He felt that the clothes were heavier than when he put them on in the morning. Doubled, I don't know how much salt was hung.He raised one arm and smelled it: "Will you wash first or should I wash first?"

Joaquin packed his luggage bag, which was bigger than a palm: "You wash it first."

The water pressure in the hotel is stronger than that at home. Min Qiu stood under the shower like a waterfall above his head. Whether it was dissolved or washed away, he was washed away by the water without even moving, and he felt refreshed and relieved from fatigue.Since he was in a hurry to pack things in the morning, he only took a T-shirt as a replacement. Considering that if he wore it as pajamas overnight, the night clothes would be crushed like a rag, so he simply took a bathrobe from the bathroom linen cabinet and wrapped it in it. body, came out refreshed: "I'm done washing, you go quickly."

The big bed in the hotel is spacious, measuring about two meters by two meters three, more than enough for two adult men to lie on.

It was the first time for Min Qiu to lie on the bed in a bathrobe, and there was another person in the room, so he couldn't help thinking about it: Should I straighten my hem and lie down still, or should I cover the lower half of my body with a quilt?

I don't know how girls keep the lower body skirt fixed in its proper position when they wear nightdresses?

Lying on the bed with legs crossed is not relaxing. I don't feel relaxed at all. Is this for vacation or for military service?Min Qiu lifted the quilt and covered himself in, and now his two legs can be placed in a stable triangle position, but he felt very hot after being covered like this for a while.

Where do all these things come from!

Min Qiu pulled off the belt around his waist and threw out the bathrobe - he didn't fight in a vacuum, so what was there to hide?Isn't it enough to cover the quilt up?Besides, so what if you don't cover it?

Of course... Considering that Hua Xiaojin is gay, he shouldn't embarrass others, let's just cover it.

Joaquin was very careful, he brought all the pajamas and replacement clothes, took a long-lasting bath, bleached his skin a few degrees, and his little face was flushed red from steaming.

Min Qiu always felt that something was wrong, and he didn't see clearly until Hua Jin approached: "Are you crying?"

"No." Joaquin's eye circles were reddish, his eyes dodged, "I have nothing to cry about."

That's right, it's strange that there is nothing to cry about, and it's strange that Joaquin is also homesick?

Min Qiu was a little at a loss: "Oh...then, turn off the lights and go to sleep."

However, this time is too early for him to sleep with his eyes closed for his recent schedule.The food for dinner was being decomposed and absorbed. Min Qiu lay in the quilt so hot that he could not sleep. He stretched out one leg for a while, and then the other leg to dissipate heat locally. Finally, he even stretched out his two arms. The belly part.

Joaquin lay next to him, soundless and motionless like an inanimate body, but judging from the light and shallow breathing, he was not asleep either.

The room was not completely dark, the corridor was still lit with night lights, Min Qiu opened his eyes in the faint light: "Are you asleep?"

"No." Joaquin said angrily.

It was the first time for Min Qiu to hear him talk like this in the dark—they used to live in the dormitory, and their beds were at two points on the diagonal of the room, and they were the two furthest from each other in the whole room. You have to shout at each other when everyone is not resting.Joaquin looked like a child, his body was a bit weak, but his voice was gentle and tough, which was more serious than that of a man.

Min Qiu: "Why are you sneaking around there without talking?"

"I didn't think about anything." Joaquin denied it at first, and asked quietly after a while, "I was wondering why you quarreled with Chi Yuan that day."

"Hey?" Min Qiuqi said, "I don't understand, you introduce me—what did you see, can you lie in bed in the middle of the night and think of him?"

"No, it's not that I think of him, it's... I think of the way you were angry that day, and I feel uneasy... I want to know why you are angry." Joaquin said softly with his back turned to him, "Maybe it's okay if I know Yes, maybe I don't understand what you said, but... when I think about it, I don't know what you were thinking at that time, and I feel that I am quite useless."

Hearing that he caused others to worry so much that they couldn't sleep at night, Min Qiu was a little embarrassed, propped up his upper body, and solemnly comforted him: "Who said you're useless, you ate a lot tonight, at least half of it was eaten back, no Pulling me back is also a skill."

Joaquin turned his head suddenly, gave him a harmless look, and then slowly drooped back: "It's okay if you don't want to say it, I don't want to mention things you are unhappy about."

With such considerateness, Min Qiu felt that it was worth turning his back on him at the time, and he didn't worry about this little guy in vain.He said to the hairy head that was blown after taking a bath: "It's not that I'm unhappy, I just annoy him for swearing. I owe it once or twice, and it's annoying if I owe it all the time."

In fact, Min Qiu is very clear that everyone is so busy with their studies. He believes that Chi Yuan doesn't have much time to study this matter and show him new pictures. revisit.

Joaquin turned around wrapped in a quilt: "Then will you still play with him in the future?"

Min Qiu: "Let's play, wait until this time passes."

The boys could sit at the same table to eat after a fight, and Chi Yuan didn't lack a piece of meat, which meant that the group of people in the class looked down on him at the time, and it will be fine after a long time.

"Then make it clear to him, and apologize." Joaquin blinked his eyes, and for some reason he was particularly willing to actively promote the progress of this matter, "Speak up early, and untie this knot early."

Min Qiu looked down at the few brown hairs that scratched his arm, and said to himself that I would give your boss a face: "Okay, I will go to him and talk to him when school starts."

"Why wait for school to start?" Joaquin pushed him through the quilt, "Long nights and dreams, why don't you just make a phone call, why don't you go get your phone."

Even Min Qiu himself didn't expect that he was actually shaken by Joaquin, and he was shaken three times, but Joaquin stopped pushing, and he even shook twice...the bed must be too soft.

"Now?" Min Qiu picked up his phone and looked, "I'll call him at ten o'clock in the middle of the night? Talk to him?"

Joaquin: "It's okay, he must have not slept at this point."

Chi Yuan didn't sleep at the moment because he didn't sleep, and Min Qiu knew it, but he always felt something strange.He looked down at the person lying next to him - Joaquin was not too far from the bed, and before turning off the lights, the two of them should have been in one bed and two systems and had nothing to do with each other, but at some point, he crossed the line.

It might be impolite to say that, but... Min Qiu explained carefully: "Then what, when I'm on the phone with him, don't make a sound."

——After saying this, it felt even more strange. Chi Yuan knew that the two of them came out to rent together, and there was nothing wrong with chatting together at 10 o'clock in the evening. What is he setting up here?When a normal person hears a voice coming from the phone, he would never think that it is on a bed, right?

Could it be that a ghost entered his heart?

Where did the ghost come from?When did you get in?

Unexpectedly, Joaquin cooperated decisively, took the quilt to cover himself, pulled it down to reveal his eyes, looked at him, and pulled it down again to reveal his nose panting: "No sound at all, don't worry."

Oh, it's okay, Min Qiu is relieved - how could it be possible that both of them have ghosts in their hearts?impossible.

He found Chi Yuan's number and dialed. After waiting for a while, the other party answered, "Hello?"

The moment he heard Chi Yuan's voice, Min Qiu felt a feeling of spring breeze blowing willows, melting ice and snow—he had been talking all day, but it seemed like he had finally found someone who could speak his mind at this moment. Like a human being, there are thousands of turns and thoughts in his heart, and he wants to drag Chi Yuan to talk to him all day and night.

Of course this is not normal, very abnormal.In Min Qiu's psychological rating, it is obvious that Hua Jin is the one who is more acquainted and intimate with him. How can there be something that he can talk to Chi Yuan but not Hua Jinming?Unless it's Joaquin's...bad things, right?

He couldn't help shouting tenderly: "Yuan—"

Joaquin, who had promised to be absolutely silent just now, burst out laughing next to him, the bed was trembling and trembling due to his kinetic energy, and a small part of brown hair was scratching happily on Min Qiu's arm, and was caught by Min Qiu. Qiu hooked his arms and covered his mouth roughly.

Chi Yuan couldn't stand it anymore, and coughed twice in disgust: "Damn it, have you taken the aphrodisiac medicine?"

"Yuan—" The world in Min Qiu's heart is full of sunshine, with endless heat, as if putting on a cold butt can't lower the temperature in his heart at all, "Are you still angry with me?"

Chi Yuan took a breath: "You can speak well, can you stop being so coquettish in the middle of the night?"

"What are you talking about?" Min Qiu scolded, "I'm here to say sorry to you about what happened that morning."

"Oh." The dispute between the two was inexplicable, there was no deep hatred, and Chi Yuan didn't take it too seriously. If someone came to the door and said soft words, there was nothing to mention, but he savored the communication for a while The phone call, it doesn't feel right, after all, Min Qiu didn't look like someone who would come to the door to admit his mistake with a playful smile, "What do you want to say, you just want to say this?"

Min Qiu smiled all over his face: "Well, that's right."

Chi Yuan: "No, is there anything good for you today? You are so happy to laugh."

"No." Min Qiu couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, "Look at what you said, what good things can I do."

Chi Yuan: "Did you pick up the money?"

Min Qiu sighed with a smile: "My own money fell on the ground, and I didn't even bother to pick it up if it wasn't the whole bundle."

Chi Yuan: "Is that looking for someone?"

"Ouch," Min Qiu felt that the wine he drank at dinner had just gotten a little hot at the moment, and his face was slightly hot, "How is that possible? You know everyone I know, where can I find them?"

"I said you are a dude, why do you write differently from other people's novels?" Chi Yuan said dissatisfied, "The rich second generation written in the novels spend their days and nights during the holidays, open rooms in five-star hotels, and hug each other in their arms." A warm and fragrant nephrite, you can only think of us brothers when you light a cigarette after you are done, be more dedicated and open my eyes."

Min Qiu comfortably squeezed the small face covered with his hands, feeling the slippery touch and dexterous curvature: "Hey, where is it, am I that kind of person?"

"Yeah, why aren't you?" Chi Yuan was furious, "I thought I had a rich second-generation buddy anyway, but I didn't realize it was a fake. Pull it down and hang up."

Min Qiu: "Hey, are you still angry with me? Don't be angry."

Chi Yuan: "Okay, okay, you think I lie in bed and don't sleep, thinking about you when I have nothing to do? I'm free, hang up and bye."

Min Qiu threw the phone away coolly: "It's done."

Something moved softly in the palm of his hand, and the tip of his hair tickled his chest: "Woo-oooo."

Min Qiu lowered his head and looked into his arm, but he didn't let go. He disciplined him severely: "You didn't say anything just now, who made you laugh, if you didn't make trouble, I wouldn't cover you either."

Joaquin shook his head: "Woo hoo."

Min Qiu: "You..."

This posture of holding his head and covering his mouth, if he was restrained in this way when he was competing with his elder brother, then Min Qiu would not feel anything wrong at all, at most he would try his best, and if he couldn't do it, he would give in, but right now he is holding his hand. The person was Xiao Huajin, and he suddenly felt that he was a little bit bullying the small, making them helpless to fight back... The way he bullied others was really ugly.

Joaquin's two small claws grabbed his arm and tried to push it away. He used some strength, but he didn't use all his strength. Otherwise, if Chi Yuan did everything he could, he would slightly scratch his nails on his shirtless body With a pinch anywhere, he should have let go of the pain long ago.

"Are you bored?" Min Qiu let go of his hand, feeling something soft in the palm of his hand. This is a relative movement. It can be said that something else has brushed his palm, or that it was rubbed by himself. Just a little bit is fine, but it's very soft, that's right.

Joaquin opened his mouth slightly, gasped twice, and remained silent in the darkness.

Min Qiu leaned over and extended his arms to turn on the bedside lamp on one side, looked at it by the light, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Turn off the light." The crystal in Joaquin's eyes filled his eye sockets at a speed visible to the naked eye, "It's time to sleep."

Min Qiu was taken aback, and avoided the direction of the light to look carefully: "Are you crying? I'm not going to murder you, why are you crying?"

Joaquin buried his face in the pillow: "I'm not crying, you turn off the light."

Then his eyes...why are they so red?

Min Qiu looked down at his hand—the hand he used just now was not too strong, and even left a little room for movement, allowing Joaquin to rub back and forth in his palm, and the palm was only from the orbicularis muscle. He started covering, and it would definitely not affect his normal breathing, unless his nose was stuffy; and he talked nonsense with Chi Yuan on the phone and didn't pay much attention. He kept paying attention to Joaquin's struggle, and the patting and pushing of his little paws were by no means hanging by a thread , the signal of the dying fight...

Min Qiu put his hand over, covering Joaquin's eyes.

Joaquin: "What are you doing?"

"Turn around." Min Qiu's fingers touched his eyelids.

The thin eyelids trembled slightly with the eyelashes, revealing uncertain timidity and panic... In fact, why isn't he?

Joaquin staggered his hands and shrank under the quilt: "What are you doing?"

Min Qiu: "Come here, look down and I'll roll your eyelids to see if it's trachoma or conjunctivitis..."

"You're crazy!" Joaquin grabbed the quilt and covered himself in, like some well-fed rodents looking for a quiet place to sleep.

Having received the same evaluation as Huajin's old classmate, Min Qiu smiled instead of being annoyed. He was more serious and responsible as if he had turned into a full-time professional and had a job evaluation. He grabbed the quilt and stood up on the bed, shaking himself: "Come out, don't move , I'm not good at flipping, don't poke your eyes!"

Joaquin always has a corner to hide in the quilt with more than 4 square meters: "I don't have trachoma!"

"For your own good, let me take a look and rest assured!" Min Qiu went deep into the tiger's den for the arrest operation, and covered himself in, "Don't run, you will fall if you roll again...Hey!"