little general

Leng didn't find anything wrong at all, so he was dragged away in a daze - if he was a beautiful little girl, he would probably be sold dozens of times a year.

He Qiu felt that the wages that had just been handed out in his arms were scalding hot, which made him feel happy, and he had long forgotten that he had to rush home to feed the dog—it seemed that something wanted to burst out, and it had been sealed for nearly a thousand years Loose and loose, reluctantly spilling out a little bit of joy in the depths of the soul.

He was secretly proud—fortunately, he was a man with a job, and for the first time he felt that his aunt's proposal was not bad—except for the share.

My heart was about to fly, I wished I could turn around and throw myself into the arms of that tall man.

"Little General..." He uttered a few words of nonsense with misty eyes. After a while, his eyes became clear again. He Qiu secretly scolded himself for being nervous, and turned his head to smile at Bai Lang.

Bai Lang looked at the handsome young man who was pulling him in front, his vision gradually blurred.

He rubbed his eyes indiscriminately to prevent himself from doing such an embarrassing act of shedding tears, but in his eyes, the young man gradually turned into a flirtatious man with long soft hair and a warm red dress Victory over fire.He turned his head, stretched out his hand to pin some of the messy hair behind his ear, narrowed his eyes, and twitched the corner of his mouth provocatively.

——Little General, Liu Qing wants you to accompany me on an outing today, but the little general will accept me.

Red lips and white teeth, peerless elegance.

Bai Lang turned his head away, no longer looking at He Qiu's back, and his hands trembled slightly.

Without much hesitation, he pulled Bai Lang closer to a restaurant with a high level of consumption. When the waiter respectfully placed the exquisitely printed menu in front of them, He Qiu's almost boiling blood finally cooled down a little.

Bai Lang on the opposite side was obviously a little embarrassed, he kept looking around, like a country youth who had never seen the world.He Qiu suddenly became slightly annoyed, and secretly complained that he had such a strange attitude, so he had to make up for it.

Bai Lang was indeed a little nervous, but it wasn't because of He Qiu's eagerness.The golden lights of the beautifully decorated hotel almost dazzled his eyes, and the waiters were all young and beautiful girls. Such a luxurious place made him a little restless—he remembered that He Qiu had no money, so maybe he needed more money? Pay him to eat at this kind of place?

Bai Lang was a little worried - in this way, He Qiu could only eat porridge and pickles for the next month.He glanced around again, only to feel dizzy for a while. The waitress standing by the side probably liked the type of man Bai Lang kept looking at his handsome face, seeing Bai Lang frowning. With a helpless face, he couldn't help smiling at the rustic Bai Lang.

Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, turned his face away with a cold expression, He Qiu beside him was unhappy, he wished he could rush up and slap this woman, and tell her not to cast her eyes anywhere, be careful of touching someone else's bad head, what's wrong with her eyes? I don't know what fell.But he held back, still smiling sweetly, knocked lightly on the table, and softly told the waitress to pour a pot of tea.

Even though he is dull, Bai Lang knows Liu Qing's temper. Liu Qing is as jealous as the most vicious jealous woman. In the past, even if he just accidentally glanced at the little girl on the street, that girl might not survive the night up.Bai Lang felt that Liu Qing was much gentler than before, with a harmless aura all over her body.

"My name is He Qiu." He Qiu stopped the waiter from pouring tea for Bai Lang, and picked up the teapot by himself, "I'm sorry, I offended you just now."

16

"Bai Lang." Bai Lang paused, took the tea, and He Qiu stared at him. He felt a little uncomfortable, so he coughed dryly, "Hello."

Then there was a long and awkward silence.

He Qiu didn't answer, but carefully chewed the name in his heart.Something in the blood was agitated, and he propped his head up and said softly, "Bai Lang, Bai Lang." Then he carefully looked at the stunned big man in front of him, and smiled silently with the corners of his lips curled up—it was really Satisfied with how the person in front of him looked, Bai Lang's robust figure made his heart beat abnormally fast, and he could hardly resist grabbing his chest muscles.

The hands hidden under the table moved subconsciously, as if they really put their thoughts into action, and their fingers rubbed each other with endless aftertaste, He Qiu booed himself in his heart——what are you doing?Is this rape (+/--+/-/) rape or something?No, no, he didn't intend to treat this person... Oh, Bai Lang, he didn't intend to treat Bai Lang badly.Be calm and don't scare people.

He didn't speak, and Bai Lang was never the one who led the conversation between the two of them. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to drink some tea to moisten his throat, and it took him a long time to hold back a cold sentence, "Mmm... the tea is good."

"It's Dahongpao."

He Qiu bent his eyes to stop Bai Lang from pouring water, and pressed his hand on Bai Lang's hand that was about to pick up the teapot, "Don't drink so much tea, you won't be able to sleep well at night, and what should you do if you're full? ?”

Bai Lang thought for a while, nodded, and was about to withdraw his hand, but found that He Qiu was holding his hand in his heart.Sticky sweat leaked from the palm of his hand, he frowned, and almost took a few tissues from the tissue bag beside him to wipe He Qiu well.

But after all, it's not the past, Bai Lang restrained himself, and He Qiu took the opportunity to pull Bai Lang's hand towards him, "Shall I show you a palmistry?"

The restaurant was full of people, and someone in the box next to him sang at the top of his voice, "Ah, my old father" was stuffed into people's ears, and He Qiu repeated it a little louder, "Look at the palmistry, it's very accurate."

Bai Lang's slightly hesitant movements stopped immediately.

He looked at He Qiu almost in astonishment, and nodded, he didn't expect He Qiu to have this ability.He Qiu grabbed his wrist with one hand to prevent him from taking it back, and squeezed his hand into his fingers to make him let go.

How could He Qiu know how to read palms, just strike up a conversation, and even touch his hand by the way, but Bai Lang has never seen such a shameless way of striking up a conversation, he spread his hands out trustingly, and sat upright.He Qiu's fingers slid along Bai Lang's palm lines, and then fondled Bai Lang's knuckles fondly, stroking and touching ambiguously, "Look here, the life line is long and smooth, and you can live a long life without disease or disease." Disaster. The career line is also very smooth, and there will be good opportunities in a few years. Look at this again, the marriage line," he looked up at Bai Lang, his face flushed, "the road to love is bumpy."

Bai Lang was taken aback, "How do you know?"

The ups and downs in love that He Qiu refers to refers to the problem of homosexuality's social recognition. He confidently believes that Bai Lang is already in his pocket - don't want to, it's wrong.

He Qiu narrowed his eyes, "Of course, I was told by a fortune teller before, so be sure."

In fact, there was a sour resentment in my heart for no reason - with whom did this Bai Lang have a rough relationship?

The acid came out from the bottom of his heart, corroding his heart, he secretly squeezed his fingers, and with a smile on his face, actually gritted his teeth and said viciously, "It's okay, the merits and virtues will be consummated in the end."

"With him?" Bai Lang asked.

He Qiu looked at him silently, still smiling coquettishly, but Bai Lang felt that he seemed to be smiling, "Liu... He Qiu, tell me."

It's been so long, and the merits and virtues are complete.

He didn't know that there was some prayer on his usually expressionless face, Bai Lang wanted to know so much, he had been waiting for this sentence for nearly a thousand years - waiting for that sentence to be consummated.

The astrologer always told him that the red thread was broken, but he didn't believe it.

He waited and had to do a fortune telling wherever he went, stubbornly believing that the astrologer had miscalculated.

"The red line is broken." It's a pity that all the fortune tellers shook their heads, "Young man, if you don't have a red line, the marriage line has long been exhausted."

He didn't believe it.

"Tell me." Bai Lang said, "When?"

He Qiu almost gritted his silver teeth. He let go of Bai Lang's hand, but Bai Lang didn't take it back. He stared at He Qiu persistently. He didn't have to withdraw his hand until the waiter started serving the dishes.

He Qiu took a sip of tea, and used the cup to cover his almost distorted face, "Then only God knows."

At the end, he asked again, "Did he kick you?"

"Kicked?"

"It's just abandonment," He Qiu touched his nose, "Is that so?"

Bai Lang stopped talking.

Can't tell.

He carefully looked at the messy palm prints, and the past scenes flashed quickly in his mind. Liu Qing always liked to walk in front of him, saying that walking in this way would allow Bai Lang to see him at any time.

But he walked too fast, and he disappeared after a while.

"Little General, you have to hurry up." He likes to say, "You have to catch up with me."

Sitting there, Bai Lang thought, how can he chase after life and death?

Invisibly moving the corner of his mouth, Bai Lang came back to his senses and sighed, "You're right, I was kicked."

He spoke very gently, with a deep voice, and there was no hatred in his eyes, and he even smiled nostalgicly.

He Qiu felt that his sour smell was about to overwhelm him, he angrily imagined the appearance of his rival in love, wishing to crush him to ashes, and in the billowing waves of jealousy, there were some grievances that he didn't realize.

no.

Feeling wronged, He Qiu inexplicably had a sore nose, but he only thought that he felt sad because the person he secretly loved had someone he liked.But he was wronged, as if he had been wronged, He Qiu grabbed Bai Lang's hand, "Are you very sad?"

"It's okay." Bai Lang smiled for a moment and then returned to the expressionless state. He couldn't help but want to touch the hair of the young man with teary eyes in front of him, but he finally held back, "How many years has it been, Chen Zhizhi?" Rotten corn."

But He Qiu was even more wronged