Cross the sea

This is the first time Zhou An has met Li Chengyun face to face after Zhou An smashed Li Chengyun and Hezhen kissing.

Zhou An does not reject homosexuality, even when Sheng You's father came to the school to go through the withdrawal procedures, he secretly sent Sheng You text messages such as cheering, but liking the same sex should not happen to Li Chengyun, Zhou An couldn't tell The reason is that it should not be.

Now Li Chengyun stood leaning against the door, greeted him calmly, and pointed to the door as if nothing had happened: "An Qianqiu is talking with the lawyer inside, because her father didn't leave a will, so it's okay Difficult."

"What's the problem?"

Zhou An asked with a frown.

Li Chengyun glanced at him lightly, smiled and raised his leg to step on the floor tile under his feet: "Are you really not understanding or are you pretending not to understand? This land will be scrapped and rebuilt sooner or later. The deceased did not leave a will, so there is something to do with it." Seven aunts and eight aunts have come, maybe five or six."

"But they were all driven away."

Li Chengyun glanced back, his gaze passed through the crack of the door and stopped at a piece of dark blue clothes, he paused for a while before saying, "He really wants to pounce on someone and bite someone."

Hearing Hezhen's name, Zhou An couldn't help but look at Li Chengyun's expression, but unfortunately Li Chengyun didn't give him this chance.

"Li Chengyun, I know you don't like others interfering with you too much, but I still have to say something more."

Zhou An's voice was very low, "Are you and He Zhen playing for real? If you are out for revenge or something, I advise you to stop as soon as possible..."

"Aren't you going in?"

Li Chengyun interrupted him very rudely, and took a step back to make way for Zhou An, "Go in."

It was sunset time. An Qianqiu sat in the attic and lit her seventh cigarette. She lay on the old rattan chair and stared at the dusty beams. The chair creaked when she moved a little.

"Why do you think he's been lying on it all the time? It's uncomfortable, and his back hurts."

An Qianqiu turned over and looked at He Zhen who was sitting cross-legged next to him, "It used to seem like there was a piece of cloth on it, but after my mother left, he didn't put it on."

He Zhen turned his head and looked at An Qianqiu's bloodshot eyes through the dim light. He took the cigarette between An Qianqiu's fingers and put it in his mouth, and took a sharp puff. Thick white smoke overflowed from the corner of his mouth , He Zhen squinted his eyes in the thick fog.

"Aren't you afraid that Li Chengyun will abandon you if you smoke so hard?"

An Qianqiu folded her hands and propped her chin, looking at him with a smile.

He Zhen didn't want to talk about himself at this time, so he just shook his head with a smile, and the orange sparks fell along with the movement. He Zhen stretched out his hand to catch it before it was about to fall on the dry wooden floor.

An Qianqiu rubbed her eyes, she sat up from the chair with a smile, walked to the window, propped her hands on the window sill and jumped slightly, and sat firmly on the window sill: "Let's talk about it, let's take it as a share." Ship it to me."

Maybe it was because he wanted to give An Qianqiu some good luck too much, so he stuffed a lot of marshmallows in the bottle with the story between him and Li Chengyun. He said that Li Chengyun would bow his head slightly when he approached, and always hold his wrist first when holding hands , and then his fingers slid to the palm of his hand little by little, and he also talked about Li Chengyun's hand in his hair when they kissed against the mottled wall.

"Li Chengyun is still your boyfriend."

An Qianqiu seemed to be expressing emotion from the heart, and looked past him and landed on the door.

He Zhen bit his cigarette butt and raised his head slightly, put his hands behind his back, and shrugged his shoulders: "He is not my boyfriend, but a dream."

An Qianqiu rolled her eyes, then raised her chin towards the door: "Here, your dream is standing at the door."

Li Chengyun didn't show any expression when he listened to the love words. He grabbed Zhou An's collar and pushed Zhou An to the front, then nodded slightly at An Qianqiu: "Zhou An wants to talk to you."

Li Chengyun strode in, the old wooden floor was trampled by him and screamed, He Zhen looked at Li Chengyun quietly, paused for a few seconds, Li Chengyun smoked the cigarette from his mouth, took out a tissue and put it on the table Knock out the smoke.

He Zhen followed behind Li Chengyun. When he went down the stairs, He Zhen looked down at Li Chengyun's shadow in front of him, so he stepped on Li Chengyun's chest every step of the way. When he walked out of the rolling door, Li Chengyun turned around .

Obviously he and Li Chengyun have done everything, but when he and Li Chengyun looked at each other, occasionally his palms would sweat.

"Do you feel very moved?"

He Zhen smiled, and got closer to Li Chengyun, "I said you are my dream."

The corners of Li Chengyun's lips raised slightly, and he folded his arms and looked down at him, and said, "Didn't you tell me that on purpose when you knew I was standing at the door?"

He Zhen had known for a long time that his little tricks didn't work very well in Li Chengyun's eyes. His forehead was pressed against Li Chengyun's chest, and the corners of his mouth wanted to grin to the back of his head.

Li Chengyun looked down at He Zhen who was trembling with laughter, and from his angle, he could see the slightly raised bones on He Zhen's back.

Now he suspects that He really knows that his back is beautiful, so he deliberately showed it to him.

This kind of thing is something that Hezhen can do, and he himself knows it clearly, stepping into Hezhen's beautifully packaged little trick with his eyes open, and if he is in a good mood, he can also perform it with him for a while.

He Zhen finally had enough of laughing, he raised his head under the dark sky, bit Li Chengyun's chin gently, and said vaguely: "You are really my dream, I didn't lie to you. "

The sensor light above his head turned on, Li Chengyun stood in the light, his brows and eyes became deeper than the day, he stretched out his hand to touch He Zhen's earlobe, and then asked in a low voice: "Then what else, what have you lied to me? "

"nothing much."

When He Zhen laughed, the tip of his nose would wrinkle slightly. He looked at Li Chengyun's calm eyebrows and repeated: "It's nothing."

In the next few days, An Qianqiu did not go to school. She took a long vacation with the counselor. At first the counselor was not happy, but after seeing the application report submitted by An Qianqiu, a big man who weighed more than 200 catties Secretly wiped tears in the toilet.

He Zhen huddled on the bench and looked at the manuscript on the screen. After reading half of it, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "This is better than my composition for the college entrance examination. It is to the extent that China can be moved by just reading a few words."

"Is it well written?"

An Qianqiu was lying on the table with an unlit cigarette in her hand, her eyes were narrowed into a line: "I just found a writer on the Internet and asked him to help with the processing."

An Qianqiu is not a talented player who is lying, at least a master like He Zhen can see through it quickly. He Zhen nodded in agreement, An Qianqiu smiled and went to the window to light a cigarette. Jumping and throwing away the cigarette, I opened the wardrobe door to pick out clothes.

"I'm going out."

An Qianqiu said it before He Zhen asked a question. She pulled out a light yellow lace top from the innermost part of the cabinet, and gestured sideways to the dressing mirror.

He Zhen went to the window and looked down, the most conspicuous thing in the sun was the silver car logo beside the iron gate.

"What about Zhou An?"

"What Zhou An?"

An Qianqiu was sitting in front of the makeup mirror, holding a black tube of lipstick in her hand. She wiped it on her lower lip, and after sipping it twice, she looked at He Zhen in the mirror. The rich red was rising upwards, "He again Did not confess to me."

There was no pity in his tone, but He Zhen still felt it was a pity, but he had already crossed the river like a mud bodhisattva, and it was hard to protect himself.

At the end of autumn, He Ping called him into the narrow storage room. She was wearing a fitted pearl gray shirt, and her dark brown curly hair hung limply on her chest. He Zhen found that her hair was longer than before. Both are long.

"Really, if possible, do you want to meet your uncle?"

He Ping looked very nervous. She tucked her hair behind her ears again and again, blinking quickly, "It's nothing else, it's just a meeting. If you feel uncomfortable at that time, you can leave early." Can."

He has no right to deprive his mother of happiness.

"Is next Friday okay?"

He Zhen pressed the back of He Ping's hand, "I have something to do on Wednesday."

On Wednesday Li Chengyun promised to teach him how to drive.

"Okay, then Friday."

He Ping smiled happily, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes stretched densely on her skin.

When He Ping walked out of the room, He Zhen looked down at the sweat in his palms. It turned out that he was more afraid than he imagined, afraid of seeing the light, afraid of jumping into the sea, and afraid of being discovered by Li Chengyun. It was only when Li Xiangting's car tire was punctured that he met him in a small supermarket.