Violence and Pro Guide

The ancient city of Chang'an.

The Ching Ming Festival has just passed, the weather is warm and cold, the cherry blossoms have already bloomed, and the willow trees on the roadside have just sprouted new buds, and the branches are fresh and green.

Qiao Dongliang's home is in Qujiang New District, a new type of residence with an area of ​​more than [-] mu. Most of the people living here are working-class people, so the environment is not very good, but the people's customs are simple and the law and order are good.

The house was bought when Qiao Dazhuang and Qiao's mother got married. It has two bedrooms and two living rooms of more than ninety square meters.At that time, they had no money, so they bought the cheapest top floor. Later, Qiao Dongliang, who grew up against the wind, Qiao Dazhuang applied to the property committee for a temporary construction on the roof, and built a nearly fifty-square-meter attic for his son. room for growth.

Brahma and four frigates docked at the near-Earth space port. With the strict defense of the Celestial Dynasty, Jack thought it was unnecessary to bring bodyguards home, not to mention that he himself was a big killer with explosive force value, so he asked all the guards to stay at the port. I personally escorted Qiao Dongliang's family of three home.

Returning to the long-lost earth, Qiao Dongliang was so excited that he changed out of the complicated and procrastinated Baker clothes long ago, and put on a comfortable L sweater.In order to match his wife's aesthetics, Jack also changed into the same style and color.So when the two walked into the residential area with sports backpacks on their backs in the afterglow of the setting sun, at first glance they looked like young couples returning from hiking. One was sunny and healthy, the other was slender and fair.

Although the owner is not at home, the cleaning robot still cleans the house every week, so the house is not very messy. Qiao's mother is weak, and Qiao Dazhuang placed her in the bedroom to rest as soon as she got home. Jack and Qiao Dongliang took the initiative to take on the task of making dinner. , ordered some fresh ingredients from the virtual vegetable market, and started cooking when the smart courier delivered them.

Jack expressed that he would show his father-in-law a hand, and Qiao Dongliang did not object. He sat on the small bench and watched him roll noodles and chop vegetables, and occasionally helped him pound garlic and peel onions or something.In the past, when they were too lazy to eat in the cafeteria in Haichao, they often made meals in the dormitory. Now it feels good to revisit this feeling, and because they are already engaged, they also found a little warmth in the life of a young couple.

Jack has received all-round training since he was a child. He is first-class in fighting and cooking. When a decent meal of noodles with tomato and egg fried sauce was served on the table, Qiao Dazhuang was filled with emotion: "Oh, it's not easy, you alone The alien noodles are still rolled so well, Liangliang is really lucky, blessed."

In addition to the noodles, there were four cold dishes. Jack opened the beer and filled it up for the old man. He said modestly, "My skills are far worse than Liang Liang's. His cooking is so delicious."

"Oh, it's all fucking forced..." Qiao Dazhuang felt ambiguous when he said this, and stumbled to fool him, "The children of poor families are already in charge of the house, their mother is not in good health, and I work overtime all day, so Liangliang usually cooks at home, isn’t this better? Then he went out to play games or summer camps, my mother and I could lose some weight—we put the meals on the table, No one wants to eat it, and one doesn’t like what the other makes, haha.”

The three sat around the cheap synthetic wood dining table and ate. Although the environment was not elegant at all, and the tableware was not exquisite at all, the three of them deeply felt that this was the way of home, the taste of home, and the taste of home. I don’t know how many times more harmonious than the extra long dining table at the two ends of the Baker’s Palace where you need to use a walkie-talkie.

After eating, cleaning up the dishes and taking a shower, it was getting late, Qiao Dazhuang urged them to go upstairs to rest.Jack carried the luggage of the two of them up to the rooftop temporary building, and found that the fifty-square-meter attic was divided into two rooms. The larger one was Qiao Dongliang's bedroom, and the smaller one was his study.

In spring, Xi’an was very dusty, and there was no cleaning robot upstairs, so some dust fell. Qiao Dongliang lifted the dustproof cloth covered by his mother on the furniture, directed Jack to wash the rag and wipe the table, and dragged the vacuum cleaner to clean the floor.

"What are you doing? Sit and sit!" Jack pushed him down on the single-seater sofa, grabbed the vacuum cleaner and said, "You don't need to do it, don't move, just stay here, I will leave these small things to you. Me!"

"Why, I'm a big man and I'm not a piece of paper. My ischemia has been cured a long time ago. Even Dr. Subaru said that I can exercise properly." Qiao Dongliang said angrily on purpose. In fact, he knew very well why Jack was so careful—— The due date predicted by Subaru is coming soon, he must be afraid that his egg will break, right?

But when he thought that he was about to lay an egg, Qiao Dongliang felt that his egg also wanted to be broken.

"Cleaning is not exercise. If you want to exercise, I will accompany you downstairs for a jog tomorrow morning." Jack ignored him, wrapped a towel around his head, and quickly wiped the table, swept the floor and made the bed. There is no other behavior. Qiao Dongliang usually procrastinates to do two hours of work, but he finished it in less than four to ten minutes.

Qiao Dongliang didn't argue with him, instead, he plucked the old guitar casually, nestled on the sofa and rested comfortably, lamenting that he was really the life of a king with a hanging silk body, but it was a pity that he didn't bring the crown.

"Let's tidy up that room by the way." After finishing the work, Jack didn't blush or pant, and his hair was not messed up. He still looked neat and noble.Qiao Dongliang thought that there are ready-made slaves for nothing, and pointed to the door of the study with his toe: "Go, be careful not to damage my collection, all the good things I have packed since I was a child are all in it."

"What collection? Are you still collecting?" Jack didn't expect him to have such a noble hobby that burns money.Qiao Dongliang rolled his eyes: "Yeah, didn't you see it, I'm actually a collector! Out-of-print popsicle sticks, misprinted matchboxes, small pistols made of bicycle chains... are all my collections."

This time it was Jack's turn to roll his eyes: "Will you die if you don't pretend? You can just tell the truth that you are a junk collector, can't you?" He dragged the vacuum cleaner and walked two steps, then remembered something: "By the way, last time Before Belvedere went to war, you said you would give me a set of Thomas the train, come and find it for me."

"Look at your sweet eyes." Qiao Dongliang put down his guitar and stood up, mockingly, "Isn't it just a necklace made of scales from you? My parents gave you three pieces of gold, and you still miss my little train Woolen cloth?"

"That's different." Jack stretched his arms around his neck, "What they gave was a dowry, and what you gave was a token of love, understand?"

Qiao Dongliang was half hugged and half carried to the study by him, and he stretched out his hand to tug on the earrings on his ears. Qiao's mother chose a very simple look, and wearing two earrings on one side quite matched his temperament.

No wonder gays like to wear earrings... no, I'm gay now too.

The study room is not big, and there is a simple desk opposite the door. The walls on both sides are made of cheap synthetic wood to form shelves. There are all kinds of strange collections densely placed on it. At first glance, there is nothing valuable, as Qiao Dongliang said. Said that it was either a toy from childhood or a gadget picked up from the garbage dump.

Jack roughly sucked the ashes, took off the towel on his head, and began to visit Qiao Dongliang's peculiar collection. The most eye-catching thing on the shelf was a row of golden trophies, which Qiao Dongliang had participated in various competitions since he was a child. Arranged in order of year In a row, quite spectacular.Next to the trophy are rows of feeding bottles from small to large, ranging from [-]ml to [-]ml, all of which are printed with bright colors that babies like. Obviously Qiao Dongliang used them when he was a child, and Qiao's mother kept them very good.

"You keep this too?" Jack pointed at the pencil ends of the three big glass jars in admiration, how nostalgic these things are, and he was reluctant to throw them away.But why did he write so badly after using so many pencils?Didn't inherit the mantle of calligrapher Qiao Dazhuang at all!

"Leave a souvenir, it shows that I am also a cultural person." Qiao Dongliang grinned, squatted on the ground and dragged out a one-foot-square cardboard box from the bottom of the partition, "It should be this one, this is the first one I received. I was obsessed with this set when I was a child, my father went on a business trip to the UK and found it for me in a second-hand animation shop, when this series was out of print.”

Thanks to you liking this kind of cartoons from hundreds of years ago, Jack squatted beside him and wiped the dust on the box lid with a towel: "Don't regret giving me such a valuable thing."

"Take it." Qiao Dongliang lifted the lid of the box and said generously.

The moment the lid was lifted, Jack suddenly felt a buzzing sound in his head, and his body almost fell down. He held on to the partition at hand to stabilize his body, closed his eyes to gather himself, and opened them again. Spartan.

"What's the matter with you?" Qiao Dongliang saw that his face was not right, carefully supported him, and touched his forehead, "What's the matter? What's wrong? I don't have a fever."

Jack stared at the little train in the box, his eyes glowed like light bulbs, and there was a faint blue light on his neck, as if he was about to transform.

"Hey, hold on, hold on!" Qiao Dongliang was taken aback. He didn't know whether it was Thomas or the little train that touched his back scales, or whether he was so possessive of himself that he even loved him when he was a child. All the toys must be jealous until they are completely destroyed?

I'm so scared that I really want to be like this. I haven't posted it in this day!

"This, this, what is this?" Jack tremblingly stretched out a finger, pointing to a small light blue train on the top of the box, the whole person looked bad.Qiao Dongliang followed his line of sight to find the culprit who almost transformed him, and found that it was a steam locomotive named Gordon, with a small coal carriage behind it.

"This is Gordon, the most high-end steam locomotive in this toy set." Qiao Dongliang took out the little Gordon train and held it in his hand to show him, carefully observing his expression.Jack looked at Gordon as if he had seen some ghost, stretched out his hand for a long time before taking it tremblingly, turned over the front of the car and aimed it at his eyes.

Just before Qiao Dongliang thought he was going to see him as cross-eyed, he let out a long breath and turned to look at Qiao Dongliang with tears of excitement in his eyes.

"Hey, are you okay?" Qiao Dongliang was really horrified. He had never seen Jack in such a weak state, and he couldn't help but tremble.Jack sniffed, choked up a bit less obviously, and pointed to Gordon's eyes: "Where did this come from?"

"This, you scared me to death, you should have told me earlier." Qiao Dongliang was relieved by his shock, and said, "This little train is second-hand. I don't know why when I bought it. Gordon's eyes were gouged out. I originally wanted to buy acrylic paints to paint on them, but that day my grandpa happened to come home to give him sweet potatoes. I found a black bead about the size of the eyes in his pocket, and put It took it and cut it in half and stuck it on Gordon for eyes."

"You said it was originally a complete black bead?" Jack took a deep breath and asked word by word, "You just cut it in half?"

"Ah." Qiao Dongliang was puzzled, "It can't stick to the round one."

"How did you cut it?" Jack didn't believe that anyone could cut that thing. It's not that it's so hard, but... Fuck, who would cut something as precious as a fate stone? play? !

"Use a knife." Qiao Dongliang said calmly, "Paper knife, just file back and forth like this, and it will be cut in a while."

=口= It was cut in a while, cut, cut, cut... Jack couldn't believe that his lifeblood (?) was cut in half by his wife more than ten years ago!Damn, can reality be any more cruel? !

"Hey, there's a reason why I used it to make Gordon's eyes." Qiao Dongliang said triumphantly while holding the steam locomotive, "Tell you, this bead is from the Ye Mingzhu, and it will shine."

=口= Jack petrified again, and it took him a long time to realize what he was saying: "You said it would glow? Did you see it glow?"

"Yeah, maybe it's made of some fluorescent material, but you have to turn off the light to see clearly." Qiao Dongliang stood up and turned off the light in the room with a snap. Sure enough, when he walked over again, Gordon's The eyes are bright, although the light is very dim, but it is indeed bright.

Jack thought he was going crazy, no wonder so many royal agents couldn't find a bead, no wonder they dug three feet into the house of the old man who once traded a bun for his fate stone, but they couldn't find the bead that carried his life's happiness The beads turned out to have been cut in half and glued to the head of a steam locomotive called Gordon!

"Why is it so dark?" Holding Gordon, Jack still couldn't believe that he had found his Fate Stone, and in a sense, he hadn't lost it at all, but it was in the hands of his destined partner ahead of time.

"Maybe the material is aging?" Qiao Dongliang scratched his head, "It seems brighter than this when I just took it out of my grandfather's pocket. It’s too small, so I can’t remember the details, anyway, the eyes are quite nice and distinctive, don’t you think?”

Who told you to cut it open, idiot!Can it still be as bright as a round one?Jack really wanted to knock him down and beat him up. You must know that destroying the Fate Stone of the Manta Rainbow Dragon in the Delta Galaxy is a death sentence, and even the destined partner himself will also be severely punished by the Hall of Elders.However, when he raised his hand, the action turned into a hug. He hugged Qiao Dongliang tightly in his arms, and strangled his body, as if he wanted to embed him in his own body.

"Hiss——" Qiao Dongliang was almost suffocated by him, and he grabbed his curly hair and pulled it desperately: "Can you be gentle, shit, I gave you my most precious little train, so you can't... woo Woo..."

His lips were seized by his fiery lips, and Qiao Dongliang's remaining words were blocked in his throat. Jack kissed him like crazy, bit his lips, sucked his tongue out and ravaged him desperately, making him fall again. Painful and numb.

From biting to licking to romantic wet kissing, Jack's movements became more and more gentle and affectionate.But as a pregnant woman in labor, Qiao Dongliang couldn't bear such a long physical activity, and finally had to grab a large feeding bottle and hit him on the head: Are you trying to suck your eggs out of my mouth?

The lethality of the little train is too great, Nima knew a long time ago that you can't give a little train!