Peerless Junior Uncle

Fu Qingcheng walked in the shallow water with his sleeves rolled up: "When using a gun, you must pay attention to both the virtual and the real, combining strength and softness. When you make a move, you are unstoppable, and when you retreat, you are as fast as the wind, steady and powerful. Once you get it, take advantage of the momentum and poke it. Letting your enemy have no chance to come back is the perfect embodiment of "pursuit of victory". As the saying goes: 'Sharp advances cannot be stopped, rapid retreats cannot be caught'..."

Looking at the "immortal" in front of him who has been cultivating immortals and practicing Taoism and does not eat meat.At this time, holding a spear and looking at the fish in the water with a natural expression, He Tingge suddenly thought of the phrase "you can eat people without spitting out their bones".

Just when He Tingge was in a daze, he heard a plop, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Fu Qingcheng pointing a gun at his face, poking a fish that was not completely dead at the end of the gun, flapping his tail thumpingly, Water beads splashed all over his face.

"Hey! What are you doing, did you hear what I said just now?" Fu Qingcheng looked helpless.

"Oh." He Tingge snorted, took the "fish spear" in his eyes, and took the fish off.

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birthday

It is rare to see a plate of delicious sweet and sour fish on the table for dinner.It is also rare to see two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"What's wrong?" Fu Qingcheng sat on the seat and saw He Tingge looking at his bowl.Then he understood, smiled and said, "Today is my birthday, make an exception."

"Your birthday?" He Tingge has never seen him eat in the afternoon. Today is the first time. He thought he wanted to eat fish, but it turned out to be the reason, and he frowned slightly. ...?"

"Me? I'm used to it." Fu Qingcheng smiled and left an ambiguous sentence, picked up his rice bowl, and took a piece of fish for He Tingge: "Try it, I haven't done it for a long time."

He Tingge looked at the fish in the bowl, and then at the faint smile on the young man's face. He always felt that the smile covered up too much sadness.

"Is there any wine?" He Tingge asked suddenly while eating fish.

Fu Qingcheng was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he went out the door. At this time, there was a thunder in the sky, and it seemed that it was going to rain again.Spring rain is like this, frequent and lingering.

Before the second thunder, the boy walked in from the door, with a small jar in his arms, the emerald green color seemed to be jade.The young man's face under the candlelight was a little wet: "This is left by the owner of the valley before, Li Huashi."

As he spoke, he brought two small bowls, poured one and handed it to He Tingge: "I drank it with Master Gu once before, and it tasted very good. Later, when I was alone, I forgot about it."

He Tingge picked it up and took a sip, the taste was a little sweet and greasy, although it had a rela taste of wine, but there was a hint of fragrance in the mouth, until it was swallowed, there was still a hint of sweetness in the mouth: "Good wine." Can't help but admire road.

Fu Qingcheng poured himself a small bowl, took a sip, and said, "Although this pear blossom poem tastes sweet, it has a lot of stamina. Don't be greedy, my little prince."

"Why, little uncle, are you reluctant to drink for fear that I'll finish it?" He Tingge snorted: "I think it's you, uncle, don't drink down, you'll be so drunk that you'll pass out."

Fu Qingcheng smiled and said nothing, but he didn't stop He Tingge from pouring the wine.

Speaking of which, He Tingge has lived in Liyuan for a while, but he didn't hear anyone looking for him outside, why didn't Er Zhong ask him?

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." He Tingge drank the wine in his hand, paused and asked, "You've been living here?"

Fu Qingcheng paused, and said: "En." After thinking for a while, he said: "Are you wondering why Senior Brother Er hasn't asked you for so many days?"

He Tingge looked at Fu Qingcheng's faintly smiling face, and nodded slightly after a while.

"He knows you are with me, and the owner of the valley knows it too. Not everyone can come to Liyuan, so naturally he won't come."

He Tingge looked at Fu Qingcheng who was facing him with a calm face, but he didn't ask any more questions after all.

Originally wanted to say "Happy Birthday." However, for some reason, seeing the boy's indifferent face, He Tingge didn't say anything, but just filled the empty glass in Fu Qingcheng's hand with wine, and touched his own glass.

Seeing this, Fu Qingcheng smiled lightly, raised his head, and drank it in one gulp.

The jar of wine soon ran out, and He Tingge shook the jar with unsatisfied interest, and said, "Why is it so small, it's really disappointing."

Fu Qingcheng said: "These are enough to keep you drunk for a few days." Although he drank half a pot of wine, his complexion was still as jade, and he could not see the slightest drunkenness after drinking. On the other hand, He Tingge was slightly drunk.

He Tinge gave him a white look: "Stingy."

"I said, are you here to be a follower?" Looking at He Tingge's reddened cheeks, there was a bit of resentment in his eyes.But he couldn't help laughing and said: "However, you are here to be the uncle." Fu Qingcheng said lightly, leaning on the back of the wheelchair, rubbing his forehead.

Suddenly a cold finger touched Fu Qingcheng's chin, forcing him to raise his head, and saw He Tingge stepping on the wheel of the wheelchair, with one arm resting on his knee, finger picking Fu Qingcheng's chin, with a hint of cunning in the corner of his mouth. He said with a smile: "Come on, give me a smile."

Seeing He Tinge like this, Fu Qingcheng was taken aback for a moment, then pursed his thin lips lightly, and showed a faint smile under the candlelight.

He Tingge originally had a mischievous intention, but when he saw this smile, his heart skipped half a beat, and he froze there, at a loss for what to do for a while.

Then, things get serious.

Looking at the suddenly enlarged face in front of him, before Fu Qingcheng had time to react, two pieces of warm softness fell on his slightly cool lips.The next moment, Fu Qingcheng's hands tightened, and he hurriedly pushed the wheelchair back.

In fact, He Tingge didn't know what he had done, but kissed him all of a sudden.Fu Qingcheng left suddenly, waking him up, quickly shook his head, turned around in embarrassment, and patted his beating heart.

It's only been a few days since I came to this strange place, how could I be so confused and do such a thing.He Tingge shook his head irritably. He was a little drunk at first, but it disappeared completely at this moment.

"Cough." Ke Ke's cough awakened He Tingge's thoughts.Turning around, I saw Fu Qingcheng sitting there calmly in a sky-blue shirt, under the orange light, imprinted with a layer of warm light.He Tingge said somewhat unnaturally: "That..."

"Go wash the dishes when you're full." Fu Qingcheng interrupted him with a calm expression on his face, as if it was just He Tingge's own hallucination.After speaking, without waiting for He Tingge to react, he got up and went to the attic.He Tingge was left alone standing there at a loss.At this time, there was a thunder outside the door, and the raindrops scattered on the ground, gradually covering up the sighs in the room.

For the first time ever, He Tingge cleaned the bowl seriously, went up to the attic without saying a word, looked at the door of the closed inner room, washed up briefly, then lay on the bed and looked at the roof.I don't know why there is always a faint loneliness in my heart, which can't go away.

Outside the window is the sound of ticking rain, accompanied by the occasional spring thunder, which is very clear in this bamboo house, and even the sound of breathing is so faint that it cannot be heard.

Looking at the inner door a few steps away, He Tingge wondered if he should explain it. After all, at his age, even if he kissed a boy, it would be fine.Besides, at that time, I really didn't know anything when my brain got hot. It would be bad if I left some shadows on other people's children.

Thinking of this, he threw off the quilt, put on his boots and came to the door, his raised hand was an inch away from the door, and barely stopped, what would he say?Said that he had sex after drinking?Or did he take him for a girl in a moment of blindness?

Although Fu Qingcheng's performance didn't tell whether he was angry or not, the attitude of the other party obviously wanted to pretend that this matter had never happened.Does that mean it's better to pretend to be confused?

Maybe even He Tingge didn't notice it himself. He didn't know when he lost the hostility honed on the battlefield and got used to reliving his youthful heart.

After hesitating for a moment, He Tingge withdrew his hand and let it go.

Just as he turned around, he suddenly heard a barely audible whimper.I thought I had heard it wrong, so I calmed down and listened carefully, but found that the invisible voice came from behind this door.

He Tingge frowned, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Hello."

There was no answer, He Tingge asked, "Are you okay?"

Still no sound.

After a short pause, He Tingge pushed the door open and entered. The furnishings inside were very simple. There was a bed on the left hand side of the door. When He Tingge walked in, he heard the slightly hoarse voice of the boy on the bed: "Who?"

"Me." He Tingge frowned slightly, lit the lamp on the table and said, "Didn't you hear me when I called you?"

"I fell asleep. What are you doing here?" The young man was displeased, with a bit of coldness in his voice.

He Tingge ignored it, and went straight to Fu Qingcheng's bedside. The latter turned his back and said, "Is there something wrong?"

"what happened to you?"

"I'm fine." Fu Qingcheng said lightly, "Go back to sleep."

He Tingge looked at the boy, stretched out his hand and turned the boy's back to him, with such strength that Fu Qingcheng couldn't resist it.Looking at the bloodless young man in front of him, He Tingge frowned fiercely: "What's going on, does it hurt?"

i know you're not him

Fu Qingcheng closed his eyes tiredly, knowing that he couldn't be fooled, he didn't hesitate, and said, "Well, my leg hurts."

He Tingge heard the words and saw the trembling body of the boy in the bed, thinking of his unnatural walking posture on the rainy night a few days ago, thinking of spearfishing in the water today...

"Is this?" Thinking, He Tingge touched the boy's knee through the quilt, massaged it lightly and asked, with a rare concern in his voice.

Fu Qingcheng's pale face