The Taming of the Shrew

Li seemed to be holding a baby, and the two looked intimate. Deputy Captain Li concluded based on years of experience in judging cases that they were husband and wife, or lovers.

"Who is Uncle Zhao?" Li Weiran's hands were shaking a little while typing.

Zhao Mingcheng didn't know what he was doing and didn't reply for a long time.

Li Weiran looked at the bedside alarm clock, ten o'clock in the evening, it should be ten o'clock in the morning in the United States.

So that person should be on his way to work with a cello on his back. Could it be that he is a musician?

With his wife and children, it looks like he is saying goodbye. Could it be that his family lives nearby?

If so, it means living in the United States.

It shouldn't have much connection with me.

According to Uncle Zhao's temper, he definitely wanted to go up and ask him clearly, but he didn't know if he would be beaten back as a psychopath.

Uncle Zhao, you should have a picture of me on your phone, right?

Thinking of this important issue, Li Weiran simply took a selfie on the spot and sent it to Uncle Zhao.

"Uncle Zhao will give you evidence, be careful when you strike up a conversation, don't get beaten up, even though that person looks very gentle..."

After waiting for about ten minutes, Zhao Mingcheng finally heard back.

"Baby, you won't believe it! That man is a cello player, who looks like twins to you! Compared with him, you and I are completely distant relatives!"

In Li Weiran's heart, there were many clues that could not be grasped, and they were entangled and intertwined.

I don't know why there is still some vague uneasiness.

"Uncle Zhao, you asked him about his basic situation and left his contact information, right? What's his name?"

Zhao Mingcheng was in a hurry and was too lazy to type, so he sent a voice directly: "Baby, I will be full today, and I will go home the day after tomorrow. I will talk to you when I get home. I have asked for contact information and basic information. Don't worry, I can't lose it. You Go to bed, don't tell our dad."

Li Weiran was helpless and unwilling: "You said, my dad always thinks that I have a twin brother, can it be true?"

Zhao Mingcheng's voice was a bit strange, as if his brain was running fast: "If you want me to say, it's very possible."

Li Weiran felt that he would definitely not be able to sleep tonight.

☆, 4 Chuan

Before Zhao Mingcheng came back, Li Weiran first received a WeChat friend verification from a stranger.

"Hi, I'm Jiang He."

Li Weiran reacted for two seconds, and suddenly the sky and the earth were connected in his mind.

No way!

Is there such a coincidence in the world?

"Hello, are you the Jiang He who almost rented a house with me in Haishi? The cellist?" After passing the verification, Li Weiran couldn't wait for the first sentence.

"I don't dare to be a family, I just play the cello. I am that Jiang He. I'm sorry about that incident. At that time, I suddenly found out that my ex-wife was pregnant. Both parents wanted us to remarry. I received an interview notice from the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra in the United States. It was originally planned to go to the sea market, but in the end, I missed you."

"It's okay, I didn't go to Haishi to study psychology anyway, and an expert friend of mine said that I'll be fine after a few months of rest in this situation, so it doesn't need to be so troublesome." Li Weiran's heart was pounding, thinking to himself that now Throwing a bombshell is not appropriate.

But if he adds me, it means he has seen my photos, right?

Officer Li tried to reason.

Otherwise, how can there be such an inch?

"May I ask, did a friend of yours surnamed Zhao send you a photo of me today? Do we look alike?"

There is no need for Li Weiran to struggle anymore, Jiang He has already thrown out the explosive package first.

Officer Li really exploded: "It's really you?! So you look like me?! What a coincidence!"

"I was also shocked when your friend showed me your photo today. I was even more shocked when he said that the person in the photo was called Li Weiran. Your name is quite special. My mother told me I just remembered it. The name is the same, I’m still a fellow villager, and I’m a policeman in Yushi. I think it’s almost the same, so I asked your friend for your WeChat ID. It’s also fate.” Looking at the text, I think Mr. Jiang He is the kind of gentle and easy-going warm man, which is very different from the expert Grandpa Zhao and the peacock Uncle Zhao with a mouth full of hormones.

Li Weiran couldn't help laughing when he thought of how full he was when he first chatted with Uncle Zhao online.

"Well, don't you find it strange that you look like this?" Li Weiran decided to say something, but he was still cautious, more afraid that he might make a mistake in his analysis of Mr. Jiang's personality, and offend others if he said something wrong. ——He always felt that Jiang He had some unusual relationship with him.

"Hahahaha, there are many people who look alike. I think your friend looks a lot like us." Mr. Jiang seemed to be more nervous and didn't care.

"However, there are very few of us who look like twins..." Li Weiran didn't know how much Zhao Mingcheng told Jiang He, let alone how much evidence his father had for his suspicion.

The world is like a bear child, especially good at making ordinary life colorful?

I'm just a little policeman in a small city, why do the plots of American dramas keep appearing on me again and again?

What crime did you do in your previous life? !

"I heard from my mother that my father and your father have looked alike since we were young. We grew up in the same village when we were young, and grown-ups watched them grow up. My father looks alike, and my son looks alike. It's not surprising." Mr. Jiang still didn't care.

Li Weiran couldn't relax at all.

He has the intuition of a criminal police officer, and the knot of his father since he was a child.

Things are definitely not that simple.

In the words of Uncle Zhao, this is not scientific.

However, you can't let someone you just met for less than 10 minutes send you a hair for DNA testing like you forced Uncle Zhao back then?

What's more, when Uncle Zhao gave in, it was because he coveted me for a long time.

Mr. Jiang, why do you agree?

urgent.

Searching for the truth is too urgent.

After being hungry for ten days, a table full of Chinese people suddenly appeared in front of you, but you were told that you couldn't afford the money and couldn't eat.

Uncle Zhao stripped naked and lay on the bed, but locked the bedroom door and refused to let him in. He said that he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of sleeping naked.

"Then what, I'm going to bed here, you are at work, don't bother me, I have time to chat some other day." Seeing that Li Weiran didn't reply for a long time, Mr. Jiang planned to end the conversation.

Li Weiran couldn't think of a better way to stay, so he had no choice but to uphold the good self-restraint of the state of etiquette, gritted his teeth and typed: "Okay, let's talk another day."

Think about it and add another sentence: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Mr. Jiang seemed very happy: "Me too! This is the first time in my life that I met a real police officer! He is so handsome! I will definitely keep in touch in the future!"

"No problem. Good night."

Li Weiran curled his lips, your easy-to-satisfy temper really resembles mine, P is so excited about big and small things, isn't it the cello professor, who is not calm at all.

So, really twins?

Li Weiran, can you still get better? !

Didn't Uncle Zhao also say it's very possible? !

Dad, what was your situation back then? !

Can you make life easier? !

"Jiang He added me on WeChat."

Li Weiran finally couldn't hold back and started harassing Uncle Zhao.

Counting the time, Uncle Zhao should already be lying on the bed by now.

Because of the time difference, there is no way to video before going to bed. Since Officer Li is mostly in the bureau or on the scene at this time, he seldom even has WeChat before going to bed.

"Ah?! So fast?!" Uncle Zhao is really not used to falling asleep alone, he must be tossing and turning on the bed with his mobile phone in his hand.

"Do you remember when I first met you, you said that you liked to listen to Dvořák, and I said I could have introduced you to a bosom friend, but it was too late?"

Zhao Mingcheng shivered suddenly, and a burst of cold air passed through his vest, like a knife.

It's so cold in the US in December.

"You and Jiang He have known each other for a long time?" Uncle Zhao adjusted his posture.

Calm down, calm down, baby was straight before you met me, you have to believe in your own charm!

"It's not considered acquaintance. After returning from the United States, Professor Fu was worried that the hypnotic effect of the last incident on me had not been completely cleared. My dad contacted the psychology department of a university in Haishi and wanted me to study by the way. Treatment. Jiang and my father are friends with my father since we were young. My father transferred to Yushi shortly after I was born and lost contact with his family. It just so happened that before I was going to Haishi, my dad had some old friends who came to Yushi. My classmate inquired about Jiang He's family, and only then did I know that Jiang's father had passed away long ago. Out of the concern of his old classmates, my father called Jiang's mother. Unexpectedly, Jiang's mother said that her son was also planning to go to Haishi. Renting a small building by herself, she felt that living alone was too wasteful, so she tried her best to persuade my dad to let me share the rent with Jiang He."

Zhao Mingcheng's complexion was very heavy, he was not in the mood to tease at all, and it didn't help to cheer him up: "Later?"

"Later I heard that the study course would take two years, and I was really worried about leaving my dad alone in Yushi for so long. Just then, Jiang's mother called again and said that Jiang and his wife were pregnant, and the whole family was going to the United States, and the plan to go to Haishi. Something has changed. So I haven’t contacted or met Jiang He. I just found out today that he looks so much like me. At that time, I thought that since the ticket to Haishi had already been bought, I might as well go to recuperate for a few months. Go on vacation, relax and relax, that's when I met you."

"Wei Ran, you're not interested in my face, are you?" Zhao Mingcheng called Li Weiran's name for the first time since the relationship was established.

Li Weiran vaguely felt that something was wrong: "Uncle Zhao, you are suddenly so serious, I am not used to it."

Zhao Mingcheng didn't know where his sixth sense came from, and the hairs all over his body stood on end, as if he was going to fight with his back.

It’s obvious that Jiang He has a wife and even children, and they are in the United States, with a 12-hour time difference. In Baby’s words, the parallel world is not on the same line.

Zhao Mingcheng, you are afraid of a P!

"Baby, I think that Jiang He must be your twin brother!" Dr. Zhao decided to add insult to injury, to appease his sixth sense.

Li Weiran was unhappy: "Why is he my brother?! Why can't I be my brother?!"

"Because you have curly hair, you are cuter." Uncle Zhao said loudly.

Li Weiran almost lost his temper: "Which side are you standing on, Uncle Zhao?!"

Zhao Mingcheng made a dangerous move: "Baby, if he is your twin brother, he will be my brother-in-law and I can't offend him, right? Do you think your multiple brothers can make up for the regret that our mother is not here?"

Li Weiran fell silent.

Zhao Mingcheng didn't know whether he was successful as a general or not. He hovered his finger on the dial key for a long time, and finally pressed it.

"Baby?"

The phone rang more than a dozen times before it was connected, and Li Weiran's voice echoed slightly in the receiver: "Uncle Zhao, come back quickly."

Zhao Mingcheng didn't hear Baby's voice for a week, and couldn't control himself in an instant: "Babe, come pick me up at the airport, I miss you."

Li Weiran nodded while covering the phone in the stairwell: "Okay, I'll pick you up."

"Miss me? If you can't have a brother, forget about your uncle."

"I want to die. Brother and uncle are different. Uncle can go up." Li Weiran has nothing to do with Mr. Jiang, but he treats Uncle Zhao in the same way, which is not empty at all.

Zhao Mingcheng was lying on the bed and his whole body was numb: "Come on, I'll let you go home and have enough."

The second day Zhao Mingcheng returned home was Sunday, and neither he nor Li Weiran had to go to work.

So when the sunlight squeezed in through the cracks in the thick curtains, Uncle Zhao lay on the bed like the Six Heroes of Wudang who went down the mountain after the Battle of Guangmingding, his bones were scattered and broken.

Baby, you have practiced the Shaolin school's powerful Vajra Fingers!

However, his baby, Wei Ran, is also quite tired, and the work of pair sports is not easy from top to bottom.

He hugged Uncle Zhao's neck and fell asleep.

Due to the pain all over his body, Zhao Mingcheng slept as if he was acting.

On the top of the light, Yin Liting saw a woman rushing out from behind Yang Xiao, who looked exactly like Ji Xiaofu back then.

"Don't hurt my father!"

Yin Liting burst into tears: "Fumei? Are you Fumei?"

"No, my name is Yang Buhui, and Ji Xiaofu is my mother!"

Yin Liting collapsed, dropped his long sword, and staggered down the mountain.

As he ran, the green cloth robe on his body became a doctor's white coat, and Zhao Mingcheng ran softly in the woods by himself.

"Baby?! Baby?!"

Li Weiran stood beside Jiang He, everything was the same except hair and clothes.

He held hands with Jiang He and sneered at himself: "Uncle Zhao, I have an older brother, and you are useless. Look at your face, you are my brother's substitute."

The doctor's robe on Zhao Mingcheng's body was torn into strips by thorns, fluttering in the wind, like a flag unwilling to fall down.

There were tiny bloody cuts all over his body.

But the pain seemed to come out from the cracks in the bones, piercing the heart.

As soon as his knees gave way, Zhao Mingcheng rolled on the ground.

Then a big tree fell and was crushing on the chest.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a pile of fluffy hair.

His baby was lying on his body.

Zhao Mingcheng stretched out his arms to hug him, and found himself shaking.

Li Weiran kissed Uncle Zhao's cheek in a daze: "Uncle Zhao, why are you shaking?"

As soon as Zhao Mingcheng opened his mouth, he found himself crying: "Why did you like me back then, baby?"

"Because you knew I was a policeman and still chased me, saw me shoot myself and saved me, and you still thought I was prettier than you."

Li Weiran couldn't speak clearly.

Zhao Mingcheng felt the corners of his eyes a little hot, reached out to touch them, and found himself crying.

Li Weiran is still muttering: "Because you will save lives, you look so handsome in a white coat, as handsome as if someone shot me in the heart. If I knew you earlier, my mother might not be cured. alright……"

Zhao Mingcheng saw Jiang He in the dream waving to himself: "My younger brother will be counting on you from now on, you have to take good care of him."

Dr. Zhao felt relieved, and then complained to himself.

Fuck, Mr. Jiang, why do you speak Japanese?

Li Weiran slept on Zhao Mingcheng's body for another half an hour before waking up slowly.

Zhao Mingcheng kissed him, and asked tentatively, "Did you wake up, baby? Did you have a dream just now?"

Li Weiran rubbed his eyes and yawned: "What are you dreaming about? I'm so exhausted. Uncle Zhao, I won't be able to fuck you in the future, what should I do?"

Zhao Mingcheng rubbed the baby's waist vigorously with both hands: "Then I will fuck you."

Li Weiran turned his big eyes and thought for a while: "It's okay. Who told you that you are my Uncle Zhao."

Zhao Mingcheng remembered something, he didn't care about being happy about the congratulatory message sent by his baby, he got up from the bed with his back on his back, and crawled into the suitcase for a long time.

Li Weiran looked at him with his head propped up on the bed, and commented very seriously: "I think our family needs to buy a massage chair."

Zhao Mingcheng climbed back on the bed holding a small object: "Look at this, baby, does it look like you!"

Li Weiran saw Zhao Mingcheng triumphantly holding a little furry thing in the dim light.

Take a closer look, oh giraffe, toy.

A very arrogant little guy, with big eyes occupying half of his face, his long neck tilted to look at people, and his four little hooves pouted, looking very disdainful.

"Hehehehe, look like you! This is the first time I saw you!" Li Weiran grabbed the giraffe and rubbed it vigorously.

So soft, it feels so good!

Zhao Mingcheng said happily: "Since he looks like me and you, he must be our son!"

Li Weiran was taken aback for a moment, and then began to roll on the bed: "I'm going to be a father now? I'm not mentally prepared!"

Zhao Mingcheng watched him roll the two-meter-large bed 1.5 meters, dragged the quilt on the ground dying, turned over to hold him down, and whispered into his ear: "Hi, Papa Li."

Li Weiran's ears turned red: "Hi, Dad Zhao."

The air was a little mellow for a while.

Li Weiran took a breath, and asked seriously: "What is the name for my son?"

"Mengmeng, he is so cute." Zhao Mingcheng couldn't let go of his son.

"Zhao Mingcheng, have you seen Chibi? Can you have a basic level of naming?" Li Weiran was angry.

Zhao Mingcheng let go: "Then you get up."

"It's Mingming." Li Weiran smirked.

"Why? Why isn't it called Ranran?" Dr. Zhao resisted.

Li Weiran turned over and suppressed him: "I don't count what I say in this family?!"

Zhao Mingcheng froze: "Mingming is Mingming. From now on you will be called Mingming, how do I know if you call him or me?"

Li Weiran put his arms around Uncle Zhao and kissed him fiercely: "You are my Uncle Zhao, I won't call you Mingming, it's my parents who call you Mingming."

Zhao Mingcheng was quite satisfied with the deep kiss just now, so he smoothed his hair, so like a big cat, he pawed on the baby's back once and for all.

"When can you take a vacation? Let's go on a trip and take our son."

Li Weiran counted with his fingers: "There are no major cases recently, so if we move around and make up, we can probably squeeze out four days of vacation."

Zhao Mingcheng was very satisfied: "Four days are not bad, it's quite long, and I can make up four days at most. Let's go to Sichuan and take you to eat spicy food."

"Why don't you go back to my hometown when you eat spicy food?"

"Experience the new world, novel and spicy. There will always be a chance to go to your hometown in the future."

"It's okay. But you are a Haishi, can you do it?"

"Don't you know that I was the spicy-eating little prince of the Sixth Court back then?"

"I haven't heard of it, little prince, do you dare to compare with me? I am the king of spicy food. The KING of hot!"

"Bi, Bi, don't cry then!"

"Whoever cries is a puppy!"

"Clearly testify!"

"Clearly testify!"

☆, 3 people

Obviously, if he could speak, he would definitely be an excellent stand-up comedian.

There is no way, there are two childish fathers, and as a son, Giraffe must have had a very bumpy growth journey, and his complaint skills are full of points, not to mention stand-up comedy, and long storytelling is no problem.

It's a pity that there is obviously no vocal cord.

So it can only stay at the bedside of the two fathers every day and roll its eyes, watching them all kinds of inappropriate things for children, and secretly cursing: You are making war.

At this moment, the two "controlling wars" are doing something more than controlling wars.

"I come!"

"I come!"

"Zhao Mingcheng!"

"Let me come baby!"

"Look down on our civil servants who don't have enough money?!"

"How can I, baby, I see you tired every day and don't want you to worry about it!"

"You think I'm poor!"

"Baby, you don't wear such a hat, aren't you very happy to be with a rich man like me every day? What are you pretending to be now!"

"Zhao Mingcheng, you have grown up! You dare to use an exclamation point when you talk to me!"

"No, baby, what can I do if you just let me buy it? How much are two train tickets worth? Why do you keep arguing with me about this!"

Zhao Mingcheng hugged Weiran's baby and begged very confusedly.

What's going on today?

I have already made arrangements to go on a trip, so why do I have to take the initiative when buying a ticket?

Don't you usually bother to worry about these?

Li Weiran sat on the bed with his phone in his hands and bowed his head without speaking. From this angle, Zhao Mingcheng could see his long eyelashes trembling and the corners of his mouth slightly pouted.

Uncle Zhao couldn't bear this, so he quickly admitted defeat: "Okay, you can buy it, you can buy it, baby, you really beat me like a snake, pinch every seven inches."

Li Weiran raised his head with a huff, and smiled brightly: "If you promise earlier, you will be fine!" After speaking, he swiped his phone seriously and devotedly, clicked on the app store, entered 12306, and clicked download.

Zhao Mingcheng looked over his shoulders at this meticulous operation, and the question mark in his heart was so full that it almost came out from between his teeth.

After downloading the APP, Li Weiran didn't forget to go to the management center to turn off all kinds of unruly permissions. Then he clicked on the railway 12306 and turned to ask Zhao Mingcheng: "What is your account password?"

Zhao Mingcheng rested his chin on his shoulder: "You know that, you usually use that one."

"Oh." Li Weiran typed smoothly and proficiently, logged in, and stared blankly at the pop-up home page.

Zhao Mingcheng reached out to poke the screen: "Buy a round trip, go to the 12th, and come back to the 15th."

Li Weiran slapped his paw away: "Don't move, I will do it myself."

Zhao Mingcheng pouted, and put his arms around his waist.

What's wrong, you can't even touch your phone? !

Don't you have a fever?

Thinking of this, she poked her neck and touched Li Weiran's face with one hand, and pressed her lips to his forehead.

The temperature is quite normal.

Li Weiran seemed to only care about the chastity of the phone, and didn't react at all to being raped. His eyes were still fixed on the screen, and he carefully clicked on the date with his index finger. Pressing query, he saw a train number popping up on the screen, his eyes lit up .

Zhao Mingcheng was powerless: "Darling, have you moved on? I'm going to throw out the mobile phone, the mistress!"

Li Weiran's shoulders trembled from his chin poking back and forth as soon as he spoke, and he slapped his ass with a backhand: "Hehehehe, don't make trouble, I've already booked the ticket."

Zhao Mingcheng put his hands around his waist and shouted: "Book a ticket and you act like meeting your first love, are you worthy of me?!"

Li Weiran didn't turn his head back: "My first love, Meng Yao, you clearly know about it."

Zhao Mingcheng was heartbroken: "Baby, you don't love me anymore!"

Li Weiran perfunctory: "Love love! Love it to death! Which train do you think is better?"

Zhao Mingcheng didn't speak, but turned his head and pressed his neck against his neck, kissing him vaguely.

Li Weiran was so itchy that he writhed in his arms: "Uncle Zhao, can you still get better! I booked tickets here! You are still watching from the bedside!"

Zhao Mingcheng kissed his ears and blew into his ears: "Just watch it, it's not the first time I've seen it. My son, what are you afraid of?"

The giraffe's obviously white eyes seem to be even whiter.

Li Weiran looked sideways at Zhao Mingcheng's mouth, and gave a comforting kiss: "Buy a ticket, do you want to take your son on a trip?"

Giraffe Mingming: I don’t want to travel with the two Zhizhangs.

When it was shown that the booking was successful, Li Weiran was obviously a little excited.

Zhao Mingcheng couldn't understand it.

Li Weiran held his neck and held his mobile phone in front of him: "First time! First time!"

Zhao Mingcheng felt that his neck was about to be broken: "Didn't you give me the first time, baby, why is there still the first time!"

Li Weiran acted like he had never heard of it: "Convenient! It's so convenient! Happy! Excited!"

Zhao Mingcheng looked helpless: "Blame me, I forgot to give you medicine after so many days of business trip."

Li Weiran was still yelling: "In the past, there was a long queue to buy a ticket. Now, just poke the screen!"

Zhao Mingcheng quickly grasped the point: "Have you queued up to buy tickets in the middle of the night?"

"Ah, isn't the winter vacation of the university not far away from the Spring Festival travel rush? How can I buy a ticket to go home without queuing?" Li Weiran grabbed his phone and looked at it, "No, I have to take a screenshot of the page where the ticket was booked successfully, in case the system fails I lost the ticket and I need evidence."

Zhao Mingcheng was dumbfounded: "Isn't our dad the director?! Let your big and precious son stand in line all night to buy a train ticket to go home?"

"It's not the director of the railway bureau. How can I buy it without queuing up? He said that if you can't buy a sleeper berth, you can buy a seat ticket, and if you can't buy a seat ticket, you can buy a station ticket. If you don't have a station ticket, you can spend the New Year outside by yourself. The young man is not so squeamish." .” Li Weiran took a screenshot of the screen.

Inexplicably, Zhao Mingcheng wanted to fight Lao Taishan, but after thinking about it, he still didn't dare.

"Hey, don't tell me that I only bought standing tickets twice. Fortunately, there are so many people, and I won't fall down when I fall asleep while standing. I dare not drink water for more than [-] hours, because I am afraid that I will not be able to squeeze through the toilet."

Although Zhao Qiping is not from a wealthy family, but he has been flying in and out of college all the way, he can't imagine the grand occasion of sitting on the train for more than [-] hours without drinking water, and suddenly feels that he is a little bit wrong. I'm ashamed to see people like that, and I feel guilty that I didn't suffer with my baby on the train.

Li Weiran was still holding his mobile phone in his hand: "It is said that you can go directly to the station to pick up the ticket with your ID card. Can you just bring your face and swipe it to enter the station in the future! It's too advanced, from online This is the first time I feel it when I buy a ticket, and I don’t even have a chance.”

"Why don't we take the plane." Zhao Mingcheng raised his hand and rubbed the curly hair in front of him.

Li Weiran subconsciously made a movement of protecting the phone in front of his chest, his eyes full of vigilance: "The tickets are all bought! No refunds!"

Zhao Mingcheng was amused: "Who wants to snatch yours... You used to take the train so hard and now you still want to take it?"

"It's a sleeper berth now! Just lie down on the train! Buy a bunch of snacks, put them on the berth and eat them all, and with you next to you, someone will look at things in the bathroom, so don't be afraid of falling off! It's so perfect, why don't you take the train!" Li Weiran His eyes were wide open, his phone was put into his trouser pocket, and he took a picture twice.

Zhao Mingcheng was amused by his appearance and kept laughing: "Baby, I just like your kind of spirit that is not afraid of hardships or tiredness, eating soil and suffering, which is quite beautiful."

Li Weiran was lying on the bed with him in a silly way: "You don't know, it's a pain to take the train alone, but it's a pleasure for two people to sit, eat snacks and chat, the time passes in the blink of an eye, and it's okay when you get off the train." I don't think there's enough sitting."

"How about I bring you another hot pot, let's eat hot pot and sing on the train." Zhao Mingcheng lay on the bed shaking Erlang's legs.

Li Weiran rested his arms on his pillow and closed his eyes, dreaming: "Then you have to bring an alcohol stove and buy some solid alcohol. Why don't you change the hard sleeper to a soft sleeper? Let's buy four tickets, which is equivalent to a private room. If you want to play disco No one cares..."

Zhao Mingcheng laughed uncontrollably, turned over and pressed on Li Weiran and kissed him hard: "Baby, why are you so cute? Is it illegal for the people's police to be cute?"

Li Weiran curled his lips: "Criminal, you can go to the team to report the case, but it is estimated that the case will not be filed. This must be regarded as a civil lawsuit."

The giraffe obviously thinks that his future cannot be better.

As a deer who can do nothing but stand on the sidelines, he obviously thinks that the curly-haired dad is definitely more serious than the white-coated dad when it comes to the degree of stick making, at least this is the result of his observation after he came to this house.

This is even more so when you get on the train.

Mingming didn't understand why the two big men had to bring a doll when they went out for a trip, and they were full of sons and sons, and they were not at all reserved.

The times are really different. In public places, no one accuses them of being indecent? !

"My son sleeps with me at night." Li Weiran climbed to the upper bunk and put the giraffe next to the pillow.

Zhao Mingcheng stood in the aisle and the boss was unhappy: "Buying tickets online is not good at all. You can't choose a berth. If you buy two tickets, you will get one and one. I want to sleep on the upper berth too!"

"Then you can change the upper bunk opposite me in a while." Li Weiran opened the quilt, spread it, tried to lie down, and felt comfortable, but turned her head and felt that something was wrong: "No, you can't change, it's not convenient to eat on the upper bunk , it’s not convenient to go to the toilet, so I have to leave a lower bunk as a base!”

Zhao Mingcheng was very wronged: "Li Weiran! In your heart, eating is always the most important thing!"

"Yes." Li Weiran answered very smoothly, without any pause, then stretched his head to look down at the ground from the upper bunk, tilted his head and thought for a while, and then denied himself: "No, probably solving the case is more important. .Hey, I don’t know, I never thought about it.”

Zhao Mingcheng sat down, threw off his shoes and went into the corner of the lower bunk without saying a word.

After a while, there was a sigh, and the little police cap slid down from the upper bunk and squeezed to the doctor: "Are you angry? How dare you be angry with me." The words were whispered close to the ear, and the volume was so low that no outsider could hear them. can hear.Zhao Mingcheng felt that even his veins were being scratched, and it took a lot of effort to hold back his angry expression.

Li Weiran turned his head and looked around. The other four people in this berth hadn't boarded the car yet, and he didn't know if it was because the tickets were not sold out because of the off-season.

"Your whole body is my private property, do I still need to rank you up?" The little police cap leaned comfortably on the partition of the compartment, and secretly stretched his hands through the gap behind to wrap around the orthopedic surgeon's waist, Gently pinch the soft flesh on his waist.

Zhao Mingcheng finally didn't hold back, he smiled contentedly and leaned in, and said in a low voice, "Then you are also my private property?"

Li Weiran closed his eyes and nodded: "I don't mind where you put me, since you can't escape anyway."

Zhao Mingcheng laughed twice in a low voice: "Okay, if you say so, then I'd better go back to Haishi, anyway, no one cares about it."

Li Weiran's hand slowly climbed up from his waist, and squeezed hard on his shoulder: "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Zhao Mingcheng suddenly turned his head and kissed him on the cheek: "I really can't bear it."

Li Weiran was unexpectedly calm, with his eyes closed and motionless: "I'm not afraid of being seen."

"Just look at it, I don't know anyone, I don't care who has a muscle pain." Zhao Mingcheng looked indifferent.

The corner of Li Weiran's mouth curved: "I knew you were going to say that."

The voice fell, and the phone rang.

"WeChat." Zhao Mingcheng poked him with his arm.

Li Weiran lazily took out his phone, Zhao Mingcheng found his shoes and put them on, stood back on the ground and took out all kinds of snacks from his luggage, piled them all over a small table, and was about to lament that the life of a foodie is not understood by others, when a man squeezed in from the aisle The girl, seeing them, froze for two seconds, then her eyes lit up.

Zhao Mingcheng was still a standard social elite when he was not tired of Li Weiran. Seeing the little girl struggling to put a big suitcase on the luggage rack, he walked over and reached out to help.

"Thank you." The girl with big eyes and short hair looked very lively and cute, "Are you two brothers?"

Zhao Mingcheng glanced back at Li Weiran, curly hair was frowning at WeChat.

"No, it's just a coincidence that they look alike." After saying this, Zhao Mingcheng saw Li Weiran turn his head and stare at him.

The girl was stunned, and clicked twice: "You guys know each other, right? You just know each other when you look so similar, what a godsend!"

Zhao Mingcheng couldn't help laughing: "Are you a poor Chinese or a legendary rotten girl?"

When the girl heard it, she was happier than Zhao Mingcheng: "It's both." Her eyes turned around Li Weiran and Zhao Mingcheng twice, and she was so excited that she said, "Oh no, I can't really guess right! Are you two really a couple?"

Zhao Mingcheng didn't speak, turned around and sat next to Li Weiran: "Whose WeChat? Why are you still frowning?"

Li Weiran pinched his mobile phone to type, typed two and then deleted, and then typed two and deleted: "Jiang He, said that he will return to China for a performance next week, and asked if there is time to meet."

Zhao Mingcheng was taken aback: "You don't want to see me?"

Li Weiran frowned even tighter: "I want to see you, but..."

"But I don't know if we should tell our dad, right?" Zhao Mingcheng grabbed a bag of beef jerky and tore it open, handing it to Li Weiran.

Li Weiran took one and put it in his mouth completely reflexively and began to chew.

"See you, I think Jiang and this person are very easy to get along with." Zhao Mingcheng also took out a piece of beef jerky and ate it in small bites. After we get him, let's try to see his attitude towards the twins, and then decide whether to tell our dad or not based on his attitude."

Li Weiran's eating posture of beef jerky is much more standard than that of Zhao Mingcheng, and he has already eaten more than half of the bag in a short while: "That's all right, then I will make an appointment with him to meet."

"He must be your brother." Zhao Mingcheng finished eating one with great difficulty, took the cup and drank his saliva.

"My brother!" Li Weiran glared at him with puffed cheeks.

"Your younger brother, your younger brother." Zhao Mingcheng followed suit, "You are my ancestor."

Obviously, there is nothing to love in the upper bunk: Can you two get better, and there is a rotten girl sitting opposite!Isn't this kind of behavior open sugar?Anyway, let's sell a ticket first, hey!

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The light in the coffee shop was always dimmed, so Zhao Mingcheng had to widen his eyes to see the spectacle of the century in front of him.

It's not that he has never met Jiang He, but when he saw Li Weiran and Jiang He appearing in the same screen, he still remembered the old slogan: If you don't see it, you don't know it, the world is so wonderful.

"Is that how I feel when other people look at us?" Zhao Mingcheng whispered in Li Weiran's ear.

Li Weiran glanced at him: "We're not that similar."

Zhao Mingcheng suddenly felt wronged, hurt and unhappy.

What's wrong with not being so resembling, it's too bad if it is so resembling!

Jiang He held his coffee cup and smiled on the opposite side: "If I knew you were going to visit Rong City, I could write a strategy for you. I am quite familiar with it, and I know many really delicious restaurants that locals like."

"Yeah! I said I can't go to those restaurants that are so good in the legend.