The King's Altar

When Ming Dahui staggered around, the blisters on Li Wudi's fingers healed and a thin layer of scab formed, so there was no need to wrap the gauze.Yuan Mingqing promised him to meet Shasha, and it was almost the weekend, so he took out Sasha's photo and looked at it again and again, otherwise he would almost forget what she looked like!

Li Wudi is lazily lying on the bed in a daze at this moment. He can feel that he has gained weight. Not long ago, the results of forced diet and weight loss have come to naught. When he thinks that he has to face the tyranny of his manager when he returns home, he wants to die in France. Kemi's bed is done!

Mingda curled up comfortably on his waist, twitched his hind legs from time to time, and hummed a few times to show that he was very comfortable.

It was drizzling outside the window, and the cold wind could be heard through a thick layer of glass windows. In contrast, the room seemed to be a world full of spring flowers. He propped his chin in one hand and held a ballpoint pen in the other, stunned for a while, He would scribble strings of musical notes on the back of the box of finger-licking biscuits. The peaceful and casual life brought him many elusive inspirations, which are as illusory as the air. If he doesn't write them down in time, they will slip through his fingers in a blink of an eye gone.

It was raining heavily, and it was hazy outside the window, Li Wudi turned sideways and shook his life, climbed out of bed and stood by the window, eagerly waiting for Fakemi.A gust of cold wind entered the room through the small window, he turned his head to avoid it, and pulled the curtains with a swipe to block out the disturbing rainy day, suddenly annoyed to ask Fakemi for ice cream in such bad weather.

In fact, he was just flustered after having sex, so he said it casually, so he bought it without thinking of Kemi.

"Idiot..." Li Wudi returned to the bed, bent down and used the tip of his nose to push his life up and down again, until the little animal was so angry that he was spitting on his face. There was a burst of frenzied writing on the box, while writing and repeating: "Idiot..." I don't know if it is Mingda or Fakemi.

Unknowingly, the box was filled with sheet music, and he thought: These sheets are for Sasha.

The commercial street in this area is a stone-paved pedestrian street, not long, but although the sparrow is small and well-equipped, it is not difficult to buy ice cream in winter.Yuan Mingqing was on his way home when Feng Qu was on the phone at the door of the bank.

Feng Qu’s family is also a single parent. His father is often on business trips for sales. He spends less than a month at home a year. Fortunately, his son is surprisingly independent from elementary school to university, from board and lodging to schooling, and his living expenses are reasonable. Others worry.For more than 3 years, the father and son have spent very little time together. In addition, they are reticent. The phone call usually does not exceed [-] minutes, and there is almost no more nonsense.But the relationship between many fathers and sons in the world is so wonderful. It is not as sticky and wordy as mother and daughter. They usually have nothing to say.Feng Qu would regularly remit some money to his father after work, and his father has not given up the habit of sending him pocket money, although he understands that the other party is not rare.

Knowing that Feng Qu had the habit of calling his father after remitting money, Yuan Mingqing smiled and went around to peek at him. When Feng Qu talked to his father, his tone was still indifferent, but his eyes looked like a rebellious man. The naughty boy in the period is very cute.

I only heard Feng Qu muttering about running on his father, and every sentence was more and more unpleasant: "Can't you stop me with a mouse? But you, take a break from work, and you will die if you earn less money? What? Save money to live in a nursing home? Get lost! Are you sick? Give me your savings, and live with me when you retire... eh? Don’t you like living with me? Damn, I don’t like living with you, so you find a widow to go there..."

Yuan Mingqing burst out laughing, and called out, but since the right hand held a large bag of food and hooked an umbrella, it was inconvenient to move, so he waved his left hand holding the ice cream cone.

Feng Qu turned his head and saw him, he made a mistake, took the ice cream and ate it, ended the phone call in a few words, and then asked Yuan Mingqing: "What's the matter?"

Yuan Mingqing was speechless: "No, it's nothing, what a coincidence to meet you while shopping..."

"What ice cream do you eat in winter? It's so cold!" Feng Qu complained.

"Sorry..." Yuan Mingqing sweated wildly: It's not for you to eat.

"What are you doing standing there? Let's go." Feng Qu looked at Yuan Mingqing who was stuck in place wonderingly as he was going back the same way.

"No, I just remembered that there is still something I haven't bought." Yuan Mingqing was helpless: You ate the ice cream, so I have to go back and buy it.

Feng Qu pushed aside the food bag in his hand and took a look, "Buy so many snacks?"

"Aren't you going to have a date with that big eater Yuejin tomorrow?" Yuan Mingqing explained casually.

Feng Qu was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Ming please, what do you think of Chen Yuejin?"

The second monk Qingzhang of Yuan and Ming Dynasties couldn't figure it out: "How about what?"

"How do you feel about him!" Feng Qu was impatient.

Yuan Mingqing's scalp tingled, "Eh? This...he's too motherly."

"It's really too girly," Feng Qu nodded thoughtfully, "However, he has a good heart, is very caring, and in some respects is a very pure...of...of..." said three " After that, Feng Qu really couldn't describe what kind of thing Chen Yuejin was!

"Hmm," Yuan Mingqing asked perfunctorily, "Why did you tell me this?"

Feng Qutuo solemnly advised: "It's your first date with him, don't push yourself too hard, um...he's still a virgin."

Emperor Dan Ding couldn't calm down, he was dumbfounded, "Huh?"

Regarding the things he likes, Feng Qushen thinks that it is definitely a good thing, and it is not surprising that others will like it. Although he knows that Yuan Mingqing's obscene demons are probably trying to stimulate and find a transvestite for fun, and they are not sincere, but Chen Yuejin every day Flipping through the calendar, looking so nervous and anticipating that I don't think about eating and drinking is really sad.He patted Yuan Mingqing on the shoulder, his attitude of parting love was both generous and lonely: "Actually, he likes you for a long time and dare not say it, I always knew..."

The feeling of being struck by lightning while running naked on the subway during the rush hour came, Yuan Mingqing couldn't refute it, and the wind was messy!

After buying ice cream, Yuan Mingqing bid farewell to Feng Qu, walked home shivering all the way, looked up at the sky, the wind had stopped, the rain had stopped, but somehow it was still terribly cold!

When Feng Qu returned to Xiaoyanglou, Chen Yuejin was holding the calendar in a daze, sitting on pins and needles, getting thinner day by day!He is not nervous or looking forward to it, and his lack of thinking about food and drink all stems from the deep fear in his heart!

"Hey!" Feng Qu gestured in front of his eyes, "Don't look at the calendar, I will remind you tomorrow, and I promise not to miss the appointment."

Chen Yuejin shook his head vigorously, raised his dull eyes: "Cricket, I'm very scared..."

"I know, I know, dating, once a stranger and twice acquaintance..." Feng Qu sat down on the sofa and raised his legs, "Don't be afraid."

Chen Yuejin crawled towards him with hands and feet, and begged sadly: "You, can you tell Qingqing, me, me, me..."

Feng Qu touched his dog's head and comforted him kindly: "Don't worry, I met him on the road and chatted with him just now..." Having said that, he lowered his head and whispered to him: "I told him that you like him , he likes you too, and bought a lot of your favorite food for tomorrow's date."

Chen Yuejin looked at Feng Qu in a daze, all the pores of his body were paralyzed!

Jiang Zhaowei interjected eagerly, "Yuejin, how can you, a child, cope with that big obscene demon Qingqing tomorrow? What if you are taken advantage of? Come on, let me have a love that even Sao Baodi can get in his hands." Saint come and teach you!"

Bei Le was looking through the latest fashion magazine with his chin resting on his chin. Hearing this, he squinted his eyes, expressed contempt for Jiang Zhaowei, and said in his heart: You've made me anxious, and I'll fuck you to death. You're still alive and kicking!

Jiang Zhaowei grabbed Chen Yuejin's hand, "Pretend I'm Qingqing, let's practice!"

"How to practice?" Chen Yuejin's eyes filled with tears.

"If he asks you to go to the movies..." Jiang Zhaowei dragged Chen Yuejin into his arms: "Maybe he will do this while it's dark..."

The hulking Chen Yuejin leaned on his shoulder with difficulty, "And then?"

"Then you have to refuse! Pig!"

"...how...how to refuse..."

"Scream hate hate, don't do this..."

Chen Yuejin: "..."

"Call me a hooligan, keep up quickly, hurry up, give me a slap!" Jiang Zhaowei urged eagerly.

"Oh, rascal!" Chen Yuejin raised his bear paw and slapped Jiang Zhaowei unceremoniously, knocking Jiang Zhaowei off the sofa.

Jiang Zhaowei was stunned, and rushed towards Chen Yuejin in anger, scratching and biting: "Are you really hitting me? Do you want to kill me? Don't you know about the drill?"

"It deserves it!" Belle sneered coldly: "Struggle? You feel sick when you see it, and you won't lose a piece of meat if you hug it."

Feng Qu took it for granted: "How can a man take advantage of it? Don't be persecuted and delusional."

"That's right!" Jiang Zhaowei acted as if he had suddenly realized, and ran towards Belle with jumps and jumps, and flew into the sky with his arms open: "Master Belle, I'm here~"

Belle rolled his eyes, "I hate it."

Jiang Zhaowei rode on him sexually, wantonly frivolously: "Shut up~"

Bei Le didn't pinch his paws, but twisted his lazy body eagerly, "Don't do this..."

With this twisting, his face turned to Jiang Zhaowei, which made it easier for that bastard to stick to his face like a sucker with his octopus mouth: "Oh~ Chirp Chirp~ Lord Belle, my little fairy, you smell so sweet~"

Bei Le gave him a slap like a spring breeze, which was gentler than scratching, then hugged his waist, and said complacently, "Little rascal..."

Feng Qu stood up shaking his body with goosebumps, strode vigorously upstairs, and left a sentence: "These two are really a perfect match!"

Chen Yuejin followed up shaking his paws, crying like weeping, "Don't leave me, cricket...will you accompany me tomorrow? I'm afraid..."