On the Right Way to Be a Heartthrob

Birthday eight characters?

Chuzhan raised his head and blinked his wet eyes, wondering why the topic suddenly jumped to this point.

There is no concept of time in the master's school. Day and night alternate, and one day is one day. No one has ever mentioned this, and his master and brothers have never told him.

However, Chu Zhuan remembered that when he went down the mountain, his brother asked his relationship to apply for an ID card for him.

The boy couldn't hold back his hand and bit his fingertips, and asked him in a soft voice, "Do you want my birth date, or the birthday date on my ID card?"

"What's the difference?" Jing Yi asked back, looking at him fixedly, and then said, "What I want is your birth date." His birth date—that's embarrassing.

Chu disaster shook his head, "I don't know, the date on my ID card is probably not accurate."

Unexpectedly, this was the result, Jing Yi frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong, "Then the date of your ID card is also fine."

Chu Zhuan didn't look at the date of the ID card, so he ran to pack his luggage, and when he finished packing and was about to leave, he took out his ID card and told Jing Yi the date.

The Anning Temple in Qiyun Mountain is full of people every day.

There are also many people who believe in their fate. Seeing the old monk sitting cross-legged by the gate, they want to come forward to make a fortune, but in the end they are all forced away by the outrageous price.

The old monk sighed leisurely, watching the passers-by in front of him, silently squeezed his payment code - there was a huge amount of 5000 yuan in it.

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Such a single order in a month is really making the monk bald.

"Can you tell someone else's fortune?"

Just as he was thinking wildly, a shadow fell in front of the old monk's eyes, and then he heard this familiar voice.

He burst into tears instantly, and raised his head excitedly, "The benefactor one by one is of course possible! But there may be some discrepancies with my own calculation, and it doesn't hurt."

"Okay." Jing Yi took advantage of the first disaster to go to store food, and directly wrote his birthday and name on the red paper, and then handed it to the old monk.

His handwriting is neither flamboyant nor hasty, but very orthodox italics, like words typed out of a printer, neat and orderly.

Everyone said that his words were like his own, and those who had read his words no longer believed in this sentence.

"The first calamity..." The old monk said softly, "This name has a strong evil spirit."

Disasters and scourges, implying disasters, no matter how you interpret it, it has a strong and deep evil spirit.

How could a parent name their child such a name?

The old monk thought about it, so he asked, but the point was that Jing Yi didn't know. When he first knew the name Chu disaster, he felt something was wrong, but he never remembered to ask.

"The first disaster, the first disaster." The old monk rubbed his chin, pinched his fingers to count, and suddenly said, "Benefactor, your birth date and name don't seem right.

上,

Jing Yi relaxed slightly, but he wasn't too surprised. He just nodded, "Can you tell something from the name? Destiny...marriage."

The old monk had an expression of "Then you are embarrassing me, a bad old man", "You can't tell anything just by the name. If you explain it hard, you can only look at the superficial meaning of the name. From the beginning to the beginning, disasters lead to disasters..."

"Forget it." Jing Yi thought to himself that he really had nothing to do to come to this old monk to play a fortune-telling game, and he glanced past the stall with a light brow, "Where's the payment code?"

Although he didn't figure anything out, the old monk has a thick skin, not only is he not guilty at all, but he happily took out the payment code from his pocket, "The benefactor is so courageous, he does things decisively without hesitation, the poor monk admires him. "

"What do you admire? You can do the same if you have money."

Jing Yi left after paying the money, leaving the old monk alone in a mess.

Old monk: It's amazing to be rich!

Under the Anning Temple, there is a long [-]-meter staircase. The temple is located in a very high position. The Qiyun Mountain behind is full of mist. Layers of mountains are hidden under this wet mist.

At the foot of the mountain, the young man was waiting beside the car in every possible way bored. He ate a bunch of candied haws, his cheeks bulged, his beautiful eyes narrowed in satisfaction, like a little lazy cat lying in the yard basking in the sun .

Sure enough, only food can not live up to it.

Chu Zhuan wanted to get into the car and wait. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt his throat itching, and his whole body felt warm. He was slightly startled, and suddenly looked up at Qiyun Street.

A tall man in a suit was independent of the crowd, standing quietly, full of presence, and he looked at him from a distance.

The ever-growing aura around him made Xiao Taotie very comfortable, and he didn't even want to leave, he just wanted to sit cross-legged and meditate to practice sitting and sitting, but now is the end of the age, the aura is exhausted, and the sudden appearance of such a strong aura is not normal in itself.

Obviously that man has such a high sense of presence, his temperament is also refined, and even his long black hair is enough to make people eye-catching, but for some reason, the pedestrians around him seem to have not seen or noticed anything. Without stopping for a moment, they passed him by one after another.

Chuzan opened the car door, looked away, and concentrated on eating his candied haws, as if he didn't see anything.

He gently stretched out his hand, and the fluttering aura surged at his fingertips, as lively as a butterfly fluttering its wings. After a moment, he withdrew his hand and lowered his head to play with his phone as if nothing had happened.

Not far away, the man standing quietly in the crowd saw Chu disaster only glanced at this side, then turned his gaze back to the car, and couldn't help but bow his head in thought.

Can't see it, or pretend not to see it?

He needs proof.

The man raised his eyes as calm as water, and stepped forward, but stopped suddenly in the next second.

The long staircase winds its way up the mountain, and it doesn't look like it from a distance. When Jing Yi came down, he keenly sensed a strange smell in the air that hadn't dissipated.

He stopped slowly and looked down at the phone with a crack in the screen.

After an unknown amount of time, the breath dissipated, as if it had never been there.

"The first disaster."

Turning his head around, seeing that it was Jing Yi who had returned, he couldn't help puffing his cheeks, "You're so slow."

He finished all three bunches of candied haws.

The young man's voice was clear and shallow, soft and waxy, with his unique tune, which was very comfortable to listen to. Jing Yi smiled involuntarily, "I'm delayed by something."

Speaking of this, Chu disaster remembered something.

He said: "I asked Junior Brother Xiao, and he said he won't come because he's busy with work, shouldn't you be busy too? Why do you still have time to go out and play?"

The driver started the car, and the car sped away.

Jing Yi was sitting next to the young man, he could even smell the sweet candied haws on the young man's body, it was tempting to indulge, and he wanted to let people have a taste of it.

"My work can be handed over to my parents temporarily." Jing Yi tilted his head unnaturally as he spoke, and he saw the young man's slightly pursed lips, with a gleam of water, and a round orange flavor on his lips The lollipop was being tapped repeatedly.

It's not good to eat sugar.

Jing Yi bent his lips.

"Can it still be like this?" Chuji has never been in charge of the company, but he also knows that it should not be so simple, right?Throw all the work to your parents, and then you can sit back and relax and play?

This is a big management company...

"Yeah." Jing Yi didn't seem to want to talk about it, so he quickly changed the subject, "Are you sure you want to go to the grassland?"

Yes, there are so many interesting and prosperous places, but I chose the prairie, which is a prairie whose tourism business is not very well developed.

"I haven't been there, I want to see it."

Chu disaster had a lollipop in his mouth, and his speech was slightly slurred, but Jing Yi could hear him clearly.

He clicked his tongue softly, "But the place you chose is cold all year round, and the imperial capital is still hot. Are you sure you can stand the cold and heat? Aren't you in poor health? And... have you brought winter clothes?"

None of these series of questions could answer the first calamity.

He groaned and adjusted his seat to sleep, "I'll let my brother airlift the winter clothes to me, and the rest will be fine."

"You have a good attitude." Jing Yi glanced at him, the young man turned his back to him, curled up into a ball, didn't reply, and didn't know if he was asleep or not.

After looking at it for a while, he looked away, and looked down thoughtfully at the broken screen phone in his hand.

It takes two days to travel from the imperial capital to the prairie. When you enter the prairie, you can clearly feel that the temperature of the air has dropped suddenly. There is still fluffy snow in the sky, which is two extremes with the still hot weather in the prairie.

Chu Zhan was covered with a white blanket, and he was sleeping in his own place obediently and peacefully, but when he fell asleep, he unconsciously hugged Jing Yi's side, and groping by himself, he put the pillow on Jing Yi's leg, In the end, I rubbed it with satisfaction.

Jing Yi opened his eyes: "..."

"Master, we're here." The driver noticed the sleeping Chu Shi, and lowered his voice to remind.

"Yeah." Jing Yi lowered his head, and the young man's white and clean profile came into view, and he was pillowed on his lap, very lightly.

Rarely at a loss what to do, he hesitated whether to wake up the first disaster like this, or to wake him up after moving him away. After thinking about it for a while, he became a little irritable, and wanted to pull him up so simply.

But when he started...he found that he couldn't do it.

The young man closed his eyes, breathed thinly and long, his delicate and delicate face would never get tired of looking at it, Jing Yi lightly clasped Chu Xi's wrist, exerting a little force with his fingertips.

Soon, the young man's white and soft skin turned red.

Jing Yi let go of his hand suddenly, thinking blankly: Are you made of tofu?so crispy.

In the end, Jing Yi didn't wake him up.

The first disaster woke up by himself. When he woke up, his mind was blank. He couldn't tell when and where. He was full of thoughts about who I am, where I am, and what I want to do.

What.

It wasn't until the sleepiness faded away that he realized that something was wrong with the touch under his head, subconsciously raised his eyes, and saw Jing Yi who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

First Disaster: "..."

First Disaster: "??"

How did he get on Jing Yi's lap? !

The quiet and unmoving Jing Yi was very different from his usual self, he just closed his eyes quietly, breathing so softly that he could hardly hear him, and his brows and eyes were also rarely serene, no longer the usual sneering style.

Those eyes are sharp Danfeng eyes with hooked ends, if they are opened, one can imagine what kind of peerless elegance they are.

This was the first time that Chuzha looked at him seriously.

He is very good-looking, even more beautiful than those celebrities who are known as the beauty of the prosperous age, but his good-looking is not the kind of naked and fragile beauty, but a beauty with a sharp edge that makes people dare not look directly at it.

Hey, it looks good, but it's not as good as myself.

After the first disaster fell in love with himself, he carefully propped himself to the side and stood up. As soon as he moved, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and then he met a pair of extremely dark eyes.

The man's voice was sleepy and hoarse: "You look at me like this, making me think..."

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