knife back man

There was a wicker chair in the yard, and Wen Qu was lying on it, playing with the scabbard in his hand, wanting to light a cigarette, but realized that the one he smoked just now was the last one, tsk, life is getting worse and worse Like a boss.

Wen Qu suddenly thought, how could there be a scabbard at home? If it was prepared a long time ago, it should be for Zhou Jing?

If so, after he sent Qiao Yue back five years ago, how did Qiao Yue describe Zhou Jing? It made the two old people feel that a stranger who had never met before was too hostile. What is the hero in Qiao Yue's heart? Sample?

Wen Qu squeezed the space between his eyebrows, but the two old men were quite admirable. After knowing that their grandson fell in love with a man, they didn't cry to stop him, but silently prepared an excuse to let that man take care of his precious grandson.

Wen Qu touched his pocket again habitually, and went out to buy a pack of cigarettes tomorrow, it would be hard to find even a supermarket in this small village.

"My brother, the one who was beaten by my grandma didn't even enter the house?" Qiao Yue came out of the house and took out a small bench.

"They entrusted you to me." Wen Qu threw the scabbard into his hand, "They also gave me your family heirloom."

"What thing?" Qiao Yue muttered, seeing the scabbard in his hand, he laughed, "Keep it, maybe there are martial arts cheats in it."

"How old, and still so naive." Wen Qu stroked his hair, "It's the first time I've seen such a sharp old man. He is so emotional, sensible, and able to act both hard and soft."

"Come on." Qiao Yue leaned on Wenqu's lap, "The sharpness you've ever seen is not much sharper than my grandma."

Wen Qu felt that something was wrong with Qiao Yue tonight, before even kissing him was like cutting off a piece of his flesh, why did he get so close to him all of a sudden.

"Then do you want me to talk to your grandma in the same way I used to deal with those people?" Wen Qu asked back.

Qiao Yue kept silent, and held Wen Qu's hand in his. Qiao Yue's hand was more delicate, not as wide as Wen Qu's hand.

Wen Qu felt that his hands were a little cold, so he said, "Why are your hands so cold, go back to the house."

"No." Qiao Yue refused flatly, and Wen Qu didn't say anything more.

Qiao Yue suddenly shook off Wen Qu's hand and stood up abruptly. Wen Qu raised his eyelids to look at him, "Crazy?"

"Interesting?" Joe said coldly.

Wen Qu was not shocked by his abrupt words, but replied flatly, "You think there is."

"Oh." Qiao Yue sneered, "Do you think I'm ridiculous? When will you stop being so confident? Do you think that you are awesome, you know everything, and everything is under your control ?”

"What the hell are you going crazy about?" Wen Qu frowned and growled.

"I was originally a lunatic." Qiao Yue turned around and ran into the house after saying this.

Wen Qu also ran after him, and squeezed in before Qiao Yue shut himself out.

The babbling opera sound on the TV became louder again.

Qiao Yue also felt that he was crazy, sitting alone on the bed and sulking, Wen Qu didn't plan to say anything, but Qiao Yue knew that he had to say something, and he had to finish the fight even when he was kneeling.

He has been dreaming for the past few days, the same dream as the days when Zhou Jing sent him back. Zhou Jing was running in the golden wheat field, and he chased after him desperately, but when he turned around, his face was bruised. Wen Qu's face.

Qiao Yue felt frightened, he felt like a drowning person, Zhou Jing was the first driftwood, he climbed up without hesitation, grabbed hold of it, but the driftwood disappeared, and he drowned in the sea again.

The second driftwood floated over by himself, so he let himself hold on to him, and Joe became more and more anxious. Will this driftwood throw himself into the sea, will it be different from the first one, and what is it coming for?

In fact, Wen Qu is not the second piece of driftwood. There are many people who are close to Qiao Yue, but none of them can handle the above three problems. The most qualified thing about Wen Qu is that he is better than Qiao Yue. , There is nothing to gain from Qiao Yue.

Qiao Yue never thought that the first driftwood would come back. When he left five years ago, Qiao Yue concluded that he would not come back, but he didn't know why the man was sitting on him and staring at him obsessively.

Qiao Yue told Wen Qu the metaphor of driftwood, and Wenqu sneered, "Zhou Jing is driftwood, because he appeared at your most difficult time and gave you a few days of stability, and now you have arrived Lu Lu, I am not a driftwood, I am not Zhou Jing's double, and I am not a second driftwood."

The more puzzled Joe said, "Huh?"

"I can be your lover, not your redeemer."

Qiao Yue licked his lips, "Your real identity is a Chinese teacher."

Wen Qu looked at him with a smile. Qiao Yue couldn't take his eyes off the smile under the light. In fact, Wen Qu seldom smiled. At his age and status, it was not normal for him to put a smile on his face all day long, so this smile Very dazzling.

"Go to sleep." Qiao Yue turned his head away.

Wen Qu didn't make things difficult for him any more, just stood up, "Good night, sweet dreams."

"Master Meng." Qiao Yue said angrily.

"Hey, I'll be fine in my dream."

Night itself is a pretentious word. When Qiao Yue opened his eyes the next morning, the pretentious night was not over yet. At 04:30, Qiao Yue was actually still very sleepy.

He turned around with a big movement, and he always felt that Wen Qu's appearance turned on the button on his body, or he suddenly became like a big girl, not moving at all times, "Do you think I’m ×××, isn’t it ×××?” Thinking about it makes me annoyed, but I used this magical sentence pattern last night, and yelled quite loudly.

The more Qiao thought about it, the more his consciousness began to blur. The more Qiao felt that he really fell in love with Wen Qu, not only dreamed about him, but even in such five minutes of waking time, he was still thinking about him.

Liang Rong got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom to spit out the last bit of food left in his stomach.

Rinse your mouth and climb back into bed.

Liang Rong felt that if he went on like this, one day he would spit out his intestines.

He has been in the bar these two nights, watching Wang Jin and their band's performance, twisting his body with the crazy judges in the audience, and drinking with people, one cup after another, one bottle after another.

Liang Rong thought, if he had a little more fun, Wang Jin would come to him. He knew that Wang Jin knew he was there, and Liang Rong knew where her eyes had been.

But Wang Jin ignored him. When the performance was over, he put down the drumsticks and left without looking sideways. Everyone was the same, at least for Wang Jin.

Liang Rong felt nauseous again, Lin Zifeng was quite right, people in love are stupid dogs.