I can't get rid of the paranoid male protagonist by mistake

Yu Ze's back trembled in that bright red that was a bit dazzling.

Can I lie down and sleep at night?

Yu Ze touched his nose in some embarrassment: "Is there anything else?"

"It's really gone, I searched all the warehouses." The young man holding the quilt was a little embarrassed: "Only this set."

Seeing Yu Ze's appearance, Zhang Bo seemed to be a little concerned, so he nodded knowingly: "It's really difficult for you to sleep on this, I'll ask someone to buy you a new one."

"No, no, no trouble," Yu Ze knew that he was only staying here for a while, and the newly bought quilt would not be needed after he left.

Yu Ze bit the bullet and smiled: "I don't mind, I just return the soiled bed after washing it, no need to buy a new one."

Uncle Zhang was still a little worried: "Are you really—"

"Really," Yu Ze chuckled twice: "Anyway, I'm going to get married in the future, so let's get used to it first."

Zhang Bo nodded and hurriedly asked someone to make Yu Ze's bed.

Then he took Zhang Ting out.

Tingyuan, a small theater, seems niche and novel in this era of fast-paced life. The time here passes very slowly. After breakfast, Yu Ze watched the sky in his room for a while, and saw that it was only nine o'clock.

Yu Ze was bored, so he wandered around Tingyuanli.

This small theater may seem small, but it actually divides a large area into several parts. The largest space is the stage and seats in the front, and a small yard is left behind as a resting place.

Yu Ze passed through the moon gate in the backyard to the front of the stage, and happened to see Zhang Ting crouching by the stage alone, painting red paint on the pillars with a small brush.

Yu Ze walked over and patted Zhang Ting on the shoulder.

"What about work?"

Zhang Ting turned his head to look at him, and said angrily, "Don't talk to me."

"What's the matter?" Yu Ze squatted beside him: "Weren't you quite stubborn just now?"

"My grandpa said that I won't let me talk to you, so that I won't get into trouble again," Zhang Ting said with red paint, like a frost-beaten cabbage, with a listless head.

Yu Ze laughed, and took out his phone: "Are you still playing the game that bought you equipment before?"

"Several of my mobile phones have been confiscated, how can I play?"

"Summer vacation is coming soon?" Yu Ze thought for a while: "Well, I will buy you a game console during the summer vacation, and I will go to Uncle Zhang to intercede with you, but it is only allowed to play during the summer vacation. How about listening to your grandpa?"

Zhang Ting paused, then looked back at Yu Ze cautiously: "Buy me?"

Yu Ze was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he waved his hands and said, "Just say whether you want it or not!"

Zhang Ting tilted his head and thought for a long time, the drooping corners of his mouth finally couldn't hide the upward trend.

"Can I choose?"

Yu Ze shrugged: "I don't understand either, you choose yourself."

Zhang Ting grinned, and the action of painting became cheerful.

Sure enough, he was still a child.

Yu Ze smiled and sat on the stage to look around. He found that there was a hexagonal arch on the left side of the theater, and a crabapple tree could be seen faintly inside.

"What's there for?"

Zhang Ting took a look: "The place where they practice martial arts and drama, the kitchen and cafeteria are all over there."

After coming here twice, Yu Ze hadn't been here before, so he jumped off the platform, walked along the bluestone road through the arch and walked in.

Three crabapples are planted in the rectangular yard, and the branches are intertwined, which means they are old.There are many props placed under the corridor, Yu Ze has seen some of them, but most of them cannot be named.

Yu Ze thought it was interesting to look along the past, looked around, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a clothesline in the corner drying the quilt that he had soiled in the morning.

There was another thing hanging beside the clothesline, most of which was covered by the begonia, and only a faint red could be seen.

Yu Ze walked over curiously, and what he saw was a fiery red long gown. The golden tassels on the hem of the gown swayed in the wind. Taking advantage of the red color, it was so eye-catching that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Yu Ze stood there for a while, when he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Oh, you are here!" Uncle Zhang approached, looked at Yu Ze's gaze, and smiled knowingly: "This is the outfit that the young master came to the stage. The clothes have been in the box for a long time. The color is not good. I think today When the weather is fine, take it out to blow some air."

"What a beautiful costume." Yu Ze couldn't help but sigh, "Does Huo Xuan often go on stage?"

"It's been a long time since I've been there," Zhang Bo smiled, "but occasionally he sang happily. He didn't like it at first. It was the old man who forced him to learn it."

Yu Ze nodded, approached, and carefully touched the costume with both hands.

The fabric is brand new, and it can be seen that the owner loves it very much.

Yu Ze nodded, looking down at the tassel in his palm, as if seeing Huo Xuan's past life.

This feeling is very strange. From his perspective, Huo Xuan is just a paper man created by others, but at this moment, this man is as vivid as the fabric in front of him.

He has a past, a present, and a future.

Even, that future is still intertwined with Yu Ze's.

Yu Ze lowered his head and smiled, then looked at Uncle Zhang: "Can you give me this dress?"

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After dinner, Yu Ze went back to the bedroom alone and lay on the bed with his body tilted.

He drank some green plum wine brewed by Uncle Zhang himself, and the aftertaste of this wine was a bit strong, and Yu Ze was now dizzy and a bit lost.

The bed was fiery red, and the red costume was printed in the color of the quilt. Yu Ze snorted, took the costume into his arms, and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept this time, and when I woke up again, Yu Ze was woken up by a kiss.

He slowly opened his eyes, and as expected, he saw that delicate face.

Huo Xuan laughed: "You really surprised me."

The long-haired man looked aside: "How did you find this quilt?"

Yu Ze was lying on the bed, his eyes were still dazed, and he almost answered every question: "The quilt was dirty, so I changed it, this is the only one in the warehouse."

"What about this one?" Huo Xuan raised a corner of the costume that Yu Ze was holding.

"I like it." Yu Ze hugged the red dress a little tighter: "This dress is so beautiful."

Huo Xuan smiled lightly, and put his hands on both sides of Yu Ze's head: "Then why don't you try it?"

Yu Ze was not fooled: "This is obviously your clothes!"

"I agree to wear it for you."

"I don't want to wear it," Yu Ze stared at the collar of Huo Xuan's clothes with bright eyes: "I want to take it off."

Huo Xuan raised her eyebrows, and stared at Yu Ze's slightly blushing face for a while: "Seriously?"

"Really." Yu Ze sat up suddenly, putting his arms around Huo Xuan's shoulders.

An unknown impulse surged from his chest.

He wants to have him.

in the deepest way.

Yu Ze gently kissed the tip of Huo Xuan's nose, imitating the other's tone, his tone was very seductive: "I want to have sex with you."

Huo Xun had been circling outside for a day, and her body was already exhausted, but when she heard this sentence, her eyes instantly became dark.

"It's going to be uncomfortable the first time."

Even after saying that, Huo Xuan put his hand on Yu Ze's back, and pressed him heavily into his arms.

"fine."

"I haven't prepared anything."

"It's okay," Yu Ze looked at him, eyes full of kewang: "I only want you."

I only want you.

Such words, such eyes.

The string called reason in Huo Xun's brain burned to the ground with a bang.

He reached out and pushed Yu Ze onto the mattress, staring at Yu Ze with dark eyes.

Huo Xun's throat was dry as the flame named desire burned, and he spoke in a hoarse voice that he didn't even believe.

"I will, be as gentle as possible."

The author has something to say: sleep, good night everyone~

Let me preview the general plot, because the next chapter can't be written in too much detail

Xiaoyu thought he was the one above, but was overwhelmed by a certain desire and dissatisfaction. Xiaoyu was so angry that Huo Xuan sang to coax him, and while the bullying Xiaoyu cried, he gently asked him if he sang well.

I'm going to dream, bye~