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Yin Chunxiao was not drunk enough to recognize anyone, he knew that it was Ming Jin and his assistant who helped him get into the car from the hidden passage, and Ming Jin had been to his house, so Yin Chunxiao dealt with him head-on.

The assistant was driving in front, and Ming Jin gently hugged Yin Chunxiao's shoulders so that he could lean on his shoulders. There was a nice fragrance on him, which was different from the coarse ore scent of men's perfume, and also different from the fragrance of women's perfume. The mysterious sweetness of the perfume, but the cold fragrance close to snow foam.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, like an epiphyllum blooming in the snow, beautiful and dazzling, it was rare for Yin Chunxiao to see such a smile in Ming Jin, it had a completely different demeanor from usual, gorgeous and incomparable.

Yin Chunxiao leaned on his shoulder, half-closed his eyes, and re-examined his feelings for this person with an unprecedentedly clear brain washed away by alcohol.

Ming Jin is actually a mirror for him. From him, one can see the gap that cannot bear the weight of a sudden fall from a high place, one can see the outrageous effort to adapt to the status quo and the unspeakable sadness hidden in the bottom of his heart, and one can see behind the youthful years The unrestrained and hard-working struggle that does not match the age, you can see the inferiority complex that is hidden deep into the bone marrow with a proud appearance.

So he can't blame Ming Jin. Only those who have lost will understand the preciousness of getting it back. They learn to use a wide-angle perspective to prudent the world, and they will be wise and protect themselves in any situation. This is not only the case of Ming Jin, but the status quo of the entire society.

When he returned to Yin Chunxiao's residence, he was drunk and stupefied, but he still knew that it was Ming Jin who helped him to bed, not Chi Xiaolao, so his wine quality this time has gone up a few steps. Not noisy, just depressed, throat tight.

Allowing Ming Jin to take off his shoes, jacket and trousers, he stretched himself out into big characters and occupied the entire bed without moving.

In a daze, I heard Ming Jin sigh and complain to himself: "Drunk yourself in broad daylight, don't you think your life is too long..."

Then a hot towel was put on his forehead, and he was helped to drink half a cup of boiling water. He didn't know what happened next.

Ming Jin cooked porridge with a rice cooker in the kitchen, and then used his mobile phone to kill time in the study. He didn't know the wifi password of Yin Chunxiao's house, and his mobile phone happened to have no traffic, so he turned on the desktop computer and clicked on PPS to find a movie. Look, in the recent playback history, he saw a file named as a local file.

The mouse stopped on the file name, and he hesitated for a while. At this time, the original intention of turning on the computer was not as attractive to him as this video file. He knew that as long as he clicked on it, it would be an invasion of personal privacy, but his hands were already faster than his brain. , click on that video.

The video is not very clear, the person in the picture is from the back, although it is very blurry, he can still recognize Chi Xiaolao at a glance, this video was shot secretly, under the dim light of the shack, Chi Xiaolao is wiping his body with a towel, from the video Judging from the name, it should be three years ago.

Ming Jin's hand holding the mouse was trembling, he turned off the video, and found the D drive folder from the storage path, Yin Chunxiao hid the treasured folder in countless and sub-files, clicked on this folder in Ming Jin When I saw it, I saw five or six MP4 files, and then there was a picture folder signed by c.

Years ago, Yin Shaoyang had to go abroad again, this time to Japan, the time was not long, he went for three days, and he could return before the New Year's Eve.

This time, Chi Xiaolao and Tang Zun asked for leave and personally sent the master to the airport. The two of them rode all the way to the airport in a tiresome way. After getting off the bus, Yin Shaoyang was ready to go through the security check. Chi Xiaolao always felt that there was something wrong with this person. Habitual strength seems too passive.

During this period of time, Yin Shaoyang no longer expressed any intuitive opinions on anything about him. The two of them never blushed, never quarreled, had sex three times a week, and sometimes asked for leave for the next day's training. Yin Shaoyang didn't talk nonsense immediately. Even this time going abroad, Chi Xiaolao only found out this morning that he asked for leave to send him off, and Yin Shaoyang didn't show any happiness or displeasure.

Seeing him preparing to go through the security check without looking back, Chi Xiaolao subconsciously chased after him, "Shaoyang!"

Yin Shaoyang turned his head. Among the crowd coming and going in the hall, Yin Shaoyang, who was wearing a black slim leather jacket, was like a conspicuous landmark. He clearly had a smile on his face, but Chi Xiaolao developed a kind of timidity that he couldn't approach calmly.

Yin Shaoyang raised his eyebrows, raised his long arms to rub the top of his hair, and said in a low voice, "Be good at home when I come back!"

Chi Xiaolao nodded dully, watched him pass the security check, and then disappeared from sight. At this moment, he seemed to be completely empty, with an illusion of being abandoned.

He was out of place among the noisy crowd coming and going, and the rhythm around him was so fast, but he suddenly seemed to forget his destination. All living beings were awake, and he alone fell into chaos.

Sure enough, Yin Shaoyang didn't come back on time, saying that he would be delayed for two days due to some trivial matter.

In Chinese New Year's Eve, those who still insist on coming to the dance class are Tang Zun and Chi Xiaolao, two hard-working old cows, besides the third-line artists who are eager to enrich themselves.

Tang Zun turned down the year-end reception held by the company's top executives, and paid for a New Year's Eve dinner at a nearby Manchuria restaurant. At five o'clock, everyone from the dance class screamed and killed them.

Seven or eight people gathered around the big round table, and a cloisonne blue meat pot was placed in the middle. The fresh lamb rolls and green vegetables were arranged like works of art. When Tang Zun gave an order, the few people who secretly swallowed greedily I can't wait to move my chopsticks.

They were all young people. Although it hindered Tang's poisonous aura, after a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere became more heated. Some students asked, "Teacher Tang, why don't you continue dancing?"

Tang Zun was cooking mutton, when he heard that the chopsticks paused, no one else noticed, Chi Xiaolao, who was sitting next to him, happened to see that Tang Zun had changed into a camouflage, always with such a vicious tongue: "I will not retire, you will never retire." No chance of getting ahead."

"Mr. Tang, how old are you this year?"

"In China, it is very impolite to ask an adult's age. I can forgive you this time." Tang Zun put the hot mutton roll into the sesame sauce bowl and slowly dipped it in the sesame sauce bowl. The flushed student smiled gracefully, and his eyes immediately brightened, "I am 33 years old, please don't have any unreasonable thoughts about me."

Chi Xiaolao thought that foreigners are used to things of the same sex, even making jokes is quite common, but when he saw the young student in his prime, he froze for a moment, then frantically stuffed a piece of hot meatball into his mouth, His face was flushed red from the heat.

The instigator, however, stayed out of the way, smiling and feeding a piece of mutton dipped in sesame sauce into his mouth, devoting himself to chewing.

Tang Zun is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and he eats like this. It can be seen that he likes boiled mutton very much, but he always controls the amount. Beer is a fattening agent. .

He has been in China for more than half a year, and his Mandarin has changed from the original blunt to much smoother, with a bit of Beijing flavor, so that listening to him speak is quite funny, because although he has an oriental face, but Even if you are sitting still, you can smell a Western flavor.

The students admired this handsome dance teacher more than they admired, and they never tired of spying, digging, and spying on his confusing private life.

After the meal, Tang Zun invited everyone to sing K, which is said to be the best leisure way to burn calories after a meal.

After the room was opened, the waiters came in one after another, and colorful cocktails were lined up on the central small bar. The students cheered. It turned out that Tang Zun just didn't drink beer.

Chi Xiaolao chose a cup of mojito, sat in the corner and sipped it carefully. All the students sang well, and the love songs were sung thousands of times, and they were ecstatic.

Tang Zun was pushed onto the stage without accident. He ordered "Blue and White Porcelain" and hummed a completely different ancient style song with a lazy European style. , It does not affect the students' staring eyes. He is standing on a high stool with one foot, and sitting under a lonely lamppost is already a pleasing classic oil painting.

At about ten o'clock, Chi Xiaolao was about to say goodbye. He looked around, but he didn't see Tang Zun's figure. Several students were looking at their phones together. Chi Xiaolao walked over to say hello, but heard Several people are discussing something.

The student's mobile phone screen was quite large, and the photo pixels were also high. He accidentally saw the face of the person in the photo, and accidentally saw an apricot-colored spring limited-edition shirt on the top of the person's vest.

The shirt is the same style as Yin Shaoyang, he put it in his luggage a few days ago, maybe it just happened to be the same style, but it is impossible for Ming Jin to buy a shirt that looks two sizes bigger.

"Ming and Jin are so happy that they can celebrate the New Year in Saipan."

"That's right, we are in a world of ice and snow, sunbathing on their island, people are more angry than people!"

"Don't be jealous of others, he still remembers to wish us little people New Year's greetings."

"Bi fart year, does someone use their vacation photos for New Year greetings? It's obvious to show off!"

Chi Xiaolao hurried out of the private room. He felt his legs were a little floating. He leaned in the corridor for a long time and couldn't get back. He said to himself over and over again that a shirt doesn't mean anything. Maybe Ming Jin just bought two sizes too big. It's the two of them together, borrowing clothes from each other, what a big deal!

What a big deal... Yeah, they just happened to be in Japan, they all happened to go to Saipan, they happened to spend the New Year together, they happened to wear the wrong shirt... just a coincidence, a coincidence, a coincidence! ! !

His temples hurt, probably because he drank too much wine, he took two deep breaths, pressed the lump in his stomach, and walked away.

He hasn't figured out where he's going, but he feels that he can't stop now, because if he stops, he will be suffocated to death!

At this time, several WeChat messages came in on the phone. He had an intuition that he didn't want to read it, but he turned on the phone anyway.

This time, it was a group photo of three, sent by Liao Hongbo. It is estimated that the person who took the photo was him. In the photo, the two people put their arms around each other's shoulders. The sky is blue, the sea is blue, and the two heads together are like coconut trees behind. As a fish that slipped through the net under the gravity of the earth, Chi Xiaolao had the urge to open a spoon for the coconut.

The other one is a picture of Yin Shaoyang carrying Ming Jin on his back and making a fuss at the seaside, and the last one is the back view of the two, sitting on the beach back to back and head to head.

Chi Xiaolao's hidden evil nature started to make trouble, and he was unequivocal at all. He turned around and posted the photo on the Internet. He didn't know what the consequences would be. Damn it, if you dare to be poor and happy, you should be able to stand it!

Putting the phone in his trouser pocket, he felt a layer of cold sweat on his palms. He leaned against the wall, staring nervously at the sticky palms. He didn't feel the pleasure of revenge at all, but felt confused instead.

Maintaining a relationship is not like living with one's fingers, two hungry meals can relieve the plight of being shy, he can't take out Yin Shaoyang's heart to help him weigh it, and he can't take out the original things and stuff them in for himself.

He felt very tired, not tired, but the kind of tiredness with more than enough heart but not enough energy. He knew that after careful consideration of this matter, it might not be the simple and straightforward state that he saw on the surface, but now he can only believe what he sees with his eyes. strength.

Whether Yin Shaoyang is playing tricks to wake him up, or really stealing food outside, the fact is that in the tower defense of two people, Yin Shaoyang is always the commanding and manipulator, even if he just looks up, he must Endure the pain of the halo burning eyes.

There was a burst of noise from the other side of the corridor, and several waiters ran over Chi Xiaolao's shoulders, as if there were customers arguing.

Chi Xiaolao followed and ran all the way, and looked through the crowd. At the service desk in the atrium, Tang Zun was confronting several men alone. His hair was a bit messy, but it didn't affect his eye-catching handsomeness. The calmness of the wolf, on the contrary, gave birth to an alternative temperament. He leaned slightly sideways, like a knight in the middle ages, and all the lines spoke of his arrogance and aloofness lurking under the elegant appearance.

Chi Xiaolao knew that he was really angry. Tang Zun, a strange creature, would hold back his poisonous tongue when he was angry, and there was a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.