Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

The extremely rhythmic knocking sound pulled Song Guimu out of his nap. He rubbed his swollen temples and stared at the door as if he were an enemy.

After staying for a while, he laid back decisively: "Monk, go and open the door."

"Meow~" The white cat let out a dissatisfied cry, protesting someone's request to exceed the limit of the cat's body.It's a pity that Song Guimu didn't care about it, so the monk had to come up with a unique move, turning his body to fit on the bed, and pierce Song Guimu's face.

"Day..." Song Guimu screamed weakly, finally sat up and opened the door slowly.

Who would run to him at this time?The rent was paid for half a year in one go, and I didn't buy anything. The water and electricity were entrusted to the person next door...

While Song Guimu was thinking, the knocking on the door continued, obviously there was a posture that if you don't open the door, I won't stop.After rubbing his face to wake himself up, Song Guimu swayed and opened the door.

"why you?"

He thought about who would come to disturb Qingmeng, but he didn't expect it to be Zhong Cuo—although he was a neighbor, Zhong Cuo had never entered his house on his own initiative, and his father might be more normal.

Zhong Cuo glanced at Song Guimu with a serious face.Seeing his expression, Song Guimu couldn't help but frown, hesitantly asked: "What happened?"

"I have something to ask you."

Song Guimu let him in: "What's the matter? Something went wrong with Zhang Fei? Or did you find my brother..."

Song Guimu couldn't help but look forward to the last half sentence, but unfortunately Zhong Cuo shook his head: "Have you ever chased someone?"

"..." Song Guimu almost held himself in there without breath, "You came here at noon to knock on the door of the young master, just to ask this?"

Zhong Cuo nodded naturally: "Yes."

Song Guimu silently calculated the possibility of knocking this kid out, and after arriving at a frustrating number, he sighed and pointed to the sofa over there: "Go sit down, I can't sleep anyway. .”

Song Guimu's room was very simple, with almost no decorations. There were only two chairs and a table in the hall. After the clock was wrongly seated, Song Guimu went over to help him make a cup of tea in accordance with the etiquette of hospitality—the water was made after three nights The tea is cold and boiled, and the tea is old tea that has been put for at least half a year.

Zhong Cuo took the cup and drank it down without moving his expression: "Have you ever chased someone?"

Song Gui's face twitched: "Who do you think I am, huh? There was a class of girls chasing after my butt back then, all of them were crying and calling for me..."

"Alive or dead?" Zhong Cuo was expressionless.

"……dead."

"You haven't chased before?" Zhong Cuo looked a little disappointed, "I thought you would be more experienced."

On the surface, it seems that his "love" with Zhang Fei is progressing well, but Zhong Cuo feels that there is still something lacking no matter how he thinks about it, and he can't find any teaching materials on love, so he has to find someone to inquire about it.

Who can I ask someone to ask?There are only a few people he knows: Changsheng is too young and has been sick for many years, so he should be inexperienced, Zhan Gui has forgotten all the past, so he can't be expected to remember how to pick up girls, Xi Shao is an authentic Taoist disciple, and he should also be a Qingxiu , Many seem to be experienced, but he is a "government" person, and Zhong Cuo tries not to deal with him.

After thinking about it, it seems that Song Guimu is the only one left who can be a little more reliable.

Zhong Cuo is a very active person, and he made up his mind to disturb Song Guimu's clear dream while Zhang Fei was taking a nap.

However, he still found the wrong partner—Song Guimu is still underage this year, and he is not an ordinary child who has to go to school. He either stays at home or goes out to work all day long. There may be more female ghosts than the women he knows.Being asked by Zhong Cuo and not wanting to show cowardice, he hesitated for a while, then decisively changed the subject: "Whether you chased him or not is not the point, I have a theoretical basis!"

"theory?"

"Of course," Song Guimu nodded proudly, "It's better than you who haven't even heard of pigs before eating pork."

Zhong Cuo glanced at him suspiciously, and after thinking about it, he put on an attitude of listening attentively.It's a pity that Song Guimu's theories in this regard are nothing more than novels and TV dramas-he has a lot of practical experience of a certain girl who was borne by her lover and turned into a ghost to take revenge, but Zhong Cuo obviously doesn't need it.

"In short, you have to let her realize that you like her..."

"I said it." Zhong Cuo interrupted.

Song Guimu looked at him speechlessly, and after a while he continued, "Then what did she say?"

"He asked me to chase him." Zhong wrongly answered in a simple and horrified manner.

"Then you are now..."

"fall in love."

"..." I haven't even talked to a ghost king yet, but he actually said he was in love!

Song Guimu tensed for a long time before he calmed down: "Then you should do whatever you want."

"What should I do?" Zhong Cuo broke the casserole and asked in the end.

"Go shopping, hold hands, buy something as a gift, kiss and hug when the time is right, and finally go to bed, and it's over!" Song Guimu said viciously.

Zhong Cuo nodded, thoughtfully.Song Guimu was depressed for a while, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, why didn't you ask Zhang Fei? Isn't this his responsibility?"

Priest and priest always take up the word "teacher" - I don't know how that guy will react when he finds out that Zhong Cuo is in love.

Zhong Cuo frowned: "The one I want to chase is him, how can I ask him?"

"Oh, what you want to chase is..." Song Guimu felt wrong halfway through his words, his eyes widened: "You want to chase him?"

Zhong Cuo nodded, got up and said goodbye - he had to go back quickly and prepare to act according to Song Guimu's tutorial.

Song Guimu silently watched Zhong Cuo go away, his whole body still remained dumbfounded.The monk turned to him and whispered, Song Guimu suddenly grabbed him: "Monk! Scratch me twice, I suspect I am dreaming!"

Pause for three seconds.

"Hey, you really scratch!"

Zhong Cuo is a very active person. Although he can't fully understand Song Guimu's theory, it doesn't prevent him from following suit.

"Shopping?" Zhang Fei met Shang Zhong with such a request just after waking up. After thinking about it, he nodded, "Okay."

The first step, success.

When the two were going out, they happened to meet Aunt Hua. After hearing Zhang Fei say that they were going shopping, Aunt Hua handed over a basket: "By the way, help me buy some meat, and I will add vegetables to you in the evening."

Zhang Fei happily picked up the basket and handed it to Zhong Cuo as soon as he went out—whether as a father, a priest or as a courteous object, it was not his turn to take this basket.

After walking for a while, Zhang Fei suddenly felt hot in his hands.

The soft temperature, but a little distant, appeared for a moment and then disappeared immediately.Zhang Fei glanced back from the corner of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

Zhong Cuo is trying to practice Song Guimu's second step, pulling hands.It's not difficult, Zhang Fei's hand is just there, occasionally shaking naturally, with the vision and speed of the ghost king, even if he shakes his hand like a fan, he can grab it.

The problem lies in the timing - Zhong Cuo stared at Zhang Fei's hand, wishing he could make two holes in it, stretch out his hand and retract it, stretch it out and retract it again, the closest distance is only three centimeters.

Zhang Fei stopped suddenly. At this time, the clock was wrong and he was continuing to try for the Nth time. He just stretched out his hand and hadn't had time to take it back—so their hands touched together as they should.

Zhong Cuo was taken aback for a moment, but Zhang Fei took his hand easily, with a calm expression.He was a little dazed, and slowly relaxed.

It's not unusual for two men to walk hand in hand on the street. Fortunately, Zhang Fei is not afraid of other people's eyes. Never mind what other people think.

Shopping, giving gifts... Fortunately, Comrade Ghost King finally has some pocket money, but what should he give?

Things that please Zhang Fei...

Zhong Cuo glanced at Zhang Fei, opened his mouth to ask, but immediately swallowed it back—he didn't even need to think about it, the answer must be five, one hundred, ten thousand!

...One day he will take 500 million steel jumpers to bury Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei was completely unaware that a certain ghost king was plotting to bury his priest alive. Not far away was the market. Zhang Fei lingered in front of the meat stall and thought for a long time before he carefully selected a piece of fat and thin pork belly. After thinking about it, he went to the side to bring it Two chicken legs.

He didn't bring any change with him, and the stall owner looked down for the money. Zhang Fei looked around when he had nothing to do, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

In the market place, there are many people talking and the noise is loud. Countless people's voices and animals' calls are mixed together to form a buzzing sound. If you are a little farther away, you can't hear what others are saying at all.But now, he felt that the voice in his ears was clearly distinguishable.

To describe it, he was like a radio without an antenna before, and now, the antenna is plugged in——

Zhang Fei wanted to show off, and poked the thoughtful Zhong Cuo aside, "Come on, tell me what that man is talking about?"

He pointed to a stall owner a few steps away, who was negotiating with someone. In this environment, with their distance, most people would definitely not be able to hear what he was talking about.

Zhong Cuo glanced over there casually, and said without hesitation: "'Celery can't be any cheaper, the price of vegetables has gone up these days'...Why do you ask this?"

"..." I almost forgot that this brat is not an ordinary person.

Zhang Fei flaunted his failure, but he was still happy in his heart.From this point of view, it is not bad to die once, and I don't know if this is the golden finger he has been looking forward to for a long time... After returning, he has to ask Kong Shi.

His vision should also have improved, but the difference is not so obvious, it can only be said that it seems to be a little sharper than usual.Zhang Feidong looked around to make sure, then he glanced and saw something interesting.

A little distance away from him, a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes was picking up vegetables.Standing behind him was a young man, chewing gum, rubbing his body against the man in front of him.

Zhang Fei could even clearly see the subtle movements of his shoulders and hands, obviously he did nothing good.

Stealing these days... Zhang Fei sighed in his heart, casually picked up a vegetable root from a vegetable stall on the side, and threw it away.

The vegetable root drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and directly hit the young man's shoulder.He was taken aback for a moment, and stared along the vegetable root, just in time to see Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei was not afraid, and let him see it openly.The young man moved his lips and cursed, then shrank his head and walked away from the already alert middle-aged man.

Rixing Yishan was in a good mood, and when he left the vegetable market, Zhang Fei found a bench nearby to sit down and rest.

He looked at Zhong Cuo with a smile and licked his lips.

"?" Zhong Cuo didn't know why.

"It's really hot." Zhang Fei looked up at the sky—it's almost summer in June. Although it's not too hot, he was sweating a lot after being crowded in the vegetable market for a long time.

Facts have proved that little friend Zhong is not stupid enough: "I'll go buy it."

Hey, is there such a hard-fought pursuer in the world?Help others figure out how to chase themselves.

Zhang Fei laughed at himself, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Although he stayed for a while but was serious enough, with his personality, if he fell in love with someone else, he would really be worried.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell—" Zhang Fei sighed.

"hell?"

The ear-piercing voice disturbed Zhang Fei's good mood. He turned his head and found that there was someone beside him at some point.

The young man stood in front of him just now, looking down at him with a ferocious expression.

Zhang Fei casually glanced at him sideways, and exhaled helplessly: "Stealer these days..."

"What the hell did you say?"

"I'm not good at learning, and I don't have the guts to get on the bus and come to the market to steal the few hard-earned money. If someone finds out, I still have the face to come over—it's really not as good as the previous generation." Zhang Fei shook his head and sighed, which made the thief's face turn red.

The thief's hand gradually moved to his waist: "Your mother..."

Zhang Fei raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the thief with a little surprise: "Just say a few words and use the knife? You can steal a wallet for at most half a year-with your craftsmanship, it might not be enough for the sentencing standard. Stabbing it with a knife is just to say that it's useless to be three years old, and you think you can squander your youth? There will be times when you regret it later."

In the past, this kid should have thrown him out as soon as his mother said Zhang Fei (if he scolded his father, he might have listened a little longer), but now, as a person who is in love, he feels that he It is necessary to be a little gentler, and it is all about sharing happiness.

The thief really fell silent. He was standing in front of Zhang Fei, blocking his sight.Zhang Fei ignored him and turned to look for Zhong Cuo.

He had already come out of the supermarket on one side, carrying a plastic bag in his hand, which looked heavy.

This silly boy probably bought a plastic bag of ice cream, right?No matter how hot he is, he will eat at most two sticks...

Zhong Cuo also noticed Zhang Fei, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Zhang Fei's eyes were on Zhong Cuo's side, and his mind was naturally relaxed. It was not until he saw a look of shock on Zhong Cuo's face that his body involuntarily tilted, and a knife stabbed down the side of his leg, stabbing it accurately. on the chair.

Zhang Fei was startled, and looked up to see the thief with a strange expression and slightly red eyes.A bit of coolness dissipated from the thief's body, which actually cooled him down a lot.

Wandering ghost?

Seeing that Zhang Fei got out of the way, the thief pulled out the knife stuck in the chair without hesitation, and stabbed Zhang Fei. Unfortunately, Zhang Fei was already prepared at this time, and quickly got up and kicked him on the waist. The thief was caught off guard, kicked two steps away by him, and knelt on the ground.

He didn't mind the pain, and immediately looked up at Zhang Fei, but in his vision, he saw a white mass getting bigger and bigger...

boom!

Zhang Fei gritted his teeth, and looked at the thief who was knocked unconscious on the ground—he didn’t know if he was the first person in the world to be knocked unconscious by a bag of ice cream, but he must have been killed by the King of Ghosts with a bag of ice cream be the first.

He lowered his head to pick up the bag, and turned it over regrettably. Zhong Cuo didn’t really buy a bag of ice cream. Inside, there were two popsicles, two bottles of soda and a box of ice cream. There is something to eat.

The Kung Fu clock he was checking had already run over and grabbed him, his face was flushed and his expression was rather ugly.

Zhang Fei picked up a bottle of ice soda and stuck it on his face: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Cuo didn't say a word, still pulling him, he looked at the thief expressionlessly, his eyes were cold.

"It seems to have run away." The wandering ghost probably just got on this person's body not long ago, and his own strength is also poor, so Zhang Fei didn't even bother to pick up the little ghost crystal that fell off.

He threw the soda back into the bag, and smiled at Zhong wrongly: "Go home?"

"……Um."

On the way home, Zhong Cuo felt a little depressed. He kept holding Zhang Fei's hand, and the strength in his hand gradually increased.

It's not that he hasn't encountered a similar situation, he came here not long ago...

The two looked exactly the same, but his mood was completely different.

It was just a small character and couldn't hurt Zhang Fei, but the moment he saw him draw the knife, the scene not long ago appeared in front of his eyes.

The sharp edge piercing through the chest, the dazzling blood...

Zhang Fei stopped suddenly: "Xiao Fei?"

"...?"

"If you try harder, my hand should fall off."

Zhong Cuo let go of his hand in silence, Zhang Fei patted him on the shoulder casually, and stopped.

The place where the two of them stopped was the street park near Ruhua Xiaoju. It was still early before get off work and school at this point, and there were few people in the park.Zhang Fei found a bench and sat down, and pressed the clock wrongly.

He glanced at the park and sighed, "It's really a memorable place..."

Back then, it was here that he was treated as an irresponsible father by an OL girl - in my impression, the girl was pretty good, but her voice was a little shrill.

Zhong Cuo was taken aback, looked around, and his expression became strange.

Zhang Fei winked at him: "Actually, I saw you here at that time—hey, you also caused me to be scolded by other girls."

Zhong Cuo blushed slightly, and Zhang Fei lazily leaned on the back of the bench, squinting his eyes and reminiscing about the past: "I was so depressed at that time, I thought I picked up 500 million for nothing, but it turned out..."

Zhong Cuo didn't look at him at the beginning, Zhang Fei smiled and added the second part: "But it's worth it now, 500 million ah 500 million ~ well, there is you."

"The you at that time really made me confuse, but the you now..." Zhang Fei glanced at him, "It also confuses me. By the way, what did you think of me at that time?"

"I thought you were a decent person at the time." Zhong Cuo sighed, with a look of remorse.

"Why use unexpectedly?" Zhang Fei looked at him aggrievedly, "Am I not serious enough?"

"...Then you are always shameless." Zhong Cuo sighed again.

"Comrade Xiaofei, I have to remind you that we are in a relationship..."

Zhang Fei swallowed the second half of the sentence, because Zhong Cuo suddenly hugged him.

He used a little more strength and pressed Zhang Fei directly on the back of the chair. His back was hurt by the wooden slats, but a smile slowly appeared on his face.

He tilted his head, leaned on Zhong Cuo's ear and asked, "Hey, tell me, do you like serious or shameless?"

Zhong Cuo's ears turned red and he didn't say a word.

He hugged Zhang Fei tightly, as if to confirm whether this person was really there. After a long time, he whispered: "...the order is wrong."

"Ah?" What kind of answer is this?

"You should kiss first, then hug..."

Zhang Fei pinched his face blankly, "Who told you the order?"

"...Song Guimu."

"Very good." Waiting for him to go back...

Zhang Fei flirted with things that could make Song Guimu's back feel cold, and pushed the clock to his face: "Then are you going to make it up?"

He smiled provocatively, Zhong Cuo's face darkened: "You think I dare not?"

Zhang Fei simply let go of his hand and fell back: "comeon, baby~"

Before he could finish his sentence, the lips of the two of them hit each other directly - the baby told him the bloody truth that he really dared to come.

It was indeed bloody, Zhong Cuo moved too fast and Zhang Fei didn't have time to react, his teeth hit his lips, and the bloody smell spread directly from his mouth.

day……

Zhang Fei wanted to cry, but tried to condemn someone with his eyes, only to find that he had already closed his eyes.

It was an unusually careful kiss, if you don't consider the beginning.

Very light, just sticking together slightly, the soft touch comes over little by little, dancing on the lips.But the kiss didn't last long. Soon, Zhong Cuo propped himself up and looked down at Zhang Fei.

His eyes were actually a bit fierce, his expression was tense but pretending to be calm, his face was flushed red.

Zhang Fei touched his lips, recalled the feeling just now, and gave Zhong Cuo a gentle and shameless smile—gentleness is the appearance, and shamelessness is the conditioned reflex in Zhong Cuo's brain.

"You call this a kiss..." Zhang Fei looked helpless.

In a word, Zhong Cuo's face turned from red to white.

"The technology is not good, little comrade." Zhang Fei said earnestly.

After two sentences, Zhong Cuo's face turned blue.

"Do you want me to teach you? Huh?" Zhang Fei smiled brightly, "I'm also a priest, I should."

"No need!" Zhong Cuo stood up viciously, Zhang Fei laughed twice and stood up too.

He patted Zhong Cuo on the shoulder, and hugged him with a smile when he turned his head, his head resting on Zhong Cuo's shoulder carelessly.

"The technology is not good, but the spirit is commendable."

Zhang Fei smiled against Zhong Cuo's ear, and some fragments floated up in his mind.

In the first encounter, he behaved flawlessly, and then an accident happened and the truth was revealed, and he pretended to be indifferent, erecting his defenses like a hedgehog, wishing he could leave immediately.

How much time did he spend before finally grinding that hedgehog into what it is now.

Although this development is a bit unexpected... maybe.

However, it is also very good.

Zhang Fei has never tried to love anyone in his life. At first, he was too lonely and looked down on anyone. Later, he realized how stupid he was, and learned to smile on his face, but his heart remained where he was. No matter what, he couldn’t move forward. Take that step away.

Until there is this trouble in front of me.

It was very troublesome, so troublesome that he had to keep people in his heart.

In fact, he should be grateful to Zhong Cuo for his courage, otherwise he would not be able to say that for a lifetime, let alone a year.

He understands too well, and is too good at pretending to be confused, and pretends to be really confused.

"A wise man thinks a lot, and there is bound to be a mistake..." You You sighed, Zhang Fei let go of Zhong Cuo, and sighed with his hands behind his back.

"?" Zhong Cuo was at a loss, but seeing Zhang Fei's inscrutable expression, he felt his fist itch.

"Go home," Zhang Fei smiled at him, "If you don't go back, Aunt Hua should suspect that we eloped—by the way, did he teach you any other steps?"

"Go to bed." Zhong Cuo answered truthfully.

"..." To his uncle's Song Guimu!