Lang rode a bamboo horse roaring

Even though they had umbrellas, Lanshan and Baizhouyi were still drenched in some rain. Paris in the early winter was terribly cold, and the sleet made them shiver, not to mention how uncomfortable it was to wear wet clothes.

As soon as the two returned to the dormitory, they changed their wet pants.Because most of the umbrella fell to Lan Shan, Bai Zhou's hair on one side was also stained with water. Lan Shan pulled out the hair dryer, protected his head like a cat, and dried him.

When he was about to finish blowing, Lan Shan asked him: "I don't have a vacation tomorrow, do you want to go to the place where I train?"

"Yeah." Bai Zhouyi said lazily under the hot wind.

Lan Shan shook the hair dryer and said, "I feel like you've been to every training base I had, the rock climbing gym when I was a child, the one in Beijing, the one for wild climbing, and the one now."

"You can also come to our research institute," Bai Zhouyi said.

"Forget it." Lan Shan waved his hands again and again, "There are all big guys who are smarter than me, I'm not interested in asking for trouble."

Bai Zhouyi said: "There is nothing to be afraid of, you have already met the smartest."

"Oh——" Lan Shan teased with a drawn out voice, "What a big tone."

Bai Zhou looked up at him: "Aren't I the smartest in your heart?"

He started to play childishly again, Lan Shan straightened his head and said, "Whether you are in my heart or not."

The next day, Lan Shan took Bai Zhouyi to his training base in Paris.

The exterior wall of the training place is covered with graffiti of street artists, but the interior is as clean and tidy as a domestic rock climbing gym. Inside and outside, rigorous and romantic atmosphere form a clever hedge.

Lan Shan entered the training ground, greeted a foreigner, and went to the locker room to change into sports clothes. As soon as Bai Zhou walked up to the person who had just spoken to Lan Shan, he asked in English, "Are you his protector? "

The man replied in accent English: "Yes."

Then another sentence popped up: "Boyfriend?"

Then it was Bai Zhou's turn to say, "Yes."

The protector smiled: "You are more handsome than Lan Shan and I described."

"Thank you." Bai Zhouyi said, "How do you communicate with him?"

"He's good at French." The protector's English tongue rolls badly.

"Really?" Bai Zhou smiled noncommittally when he thought of Lan Shan's hand and foot gestures at the entrance of the bar the night before yesterday.

"Really." The protector thought he didn't believe it, and emphasized, "Lan Shan worked very hard. When he couldn't train before, he had been memorizing words."

"Huh?" Bai Zhou's expression became concentrated, and he grasped the point, "Why can't he train?"

"Ah?" The protector showed some surprise, and tried to explain, "In March and April, he had an operation. The operation was quite serious. He might not be able to walk. Fortunately, he is recovering well now. .....you do not know?"

When Bai Zhou heard him speaking fluently, he asked calmly, "Which foot?"

The protector thought about it and said, "It seems to be the left foot."

Bai Zhouyi said, "Thank you."

He added, "Now I know."

Lan Shan quickly changed his clothes, but he only had time to say hello to Bai Zhouyi from a distance, and then stood under the training rock wall with his belayer.The training in foreign countries is not as hard as in China, but many events are very new, and the muscle groups trained are more comprehensive. Bai Zhou looked at Lan Shan holding a few bars, moving them alternately on them, practicing arm strength, and his eyes were heavy. Landing on his dangling ankle.

He recalled Lanshan's walking posture in the past two days, there was no abnormality, and it seemed that he was recovering well.And that rainy night...

Lan Shan pulled the lamp, but Bai Zhouyi didn't notice.

Bai Zhou half lowered his eyes, estimating the time.

March and April...

Blue Mountain's birthday is at the end of March.

The lunch break given by the French training was very short. Lan Shan took Bai Zhouyi to the cafeteria to eat something casually, sat on the bench and squinted for a while, and started the afternoon training again.After the day's training was over, Lan Shan changed out of his training clothes, and dragged Bai Zhouyi out of the base carelessly.

He looked relaxed, apparently unaware that the morning was just a matter of changing clothes, and the protectors had already sold him out.

Bai Zhouyi was dragged away obediently by him, and after learning of the injury, he was more silent than usual.He only asks out of the blue when he goes out: "How did you spend your birthday this year?"

"Going to the game." Lan Shan looked normal, and said, "With my teammates, I still have a video with you at night...Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"It's nothing." Bai Zhou looked at his expression, thought lightly that he had never discovered that Lan Shan had an acting talent before, and said, "I should have come over then."

"You don't need money for air tickets." Lan Shan laughed at him, "I really think of myself as a dandy."

"There is a subsidy."

"It's not so expensive to have a subsidy." Lan Shan pulled him out and cut off the conversation, "Let's go, I'm going to eat, treat you to a big meal."

Lan Shan took Bai Zhouyi to a French restaurant. They also ate French food in China. At that time, the two went in happily. When they saw the menu, Lan Shan couldn't hold back. He really couldn't figure out why it was just a few dishes. It will be so expensive, and he can't eat most of the desserts and staple foods, so he can only pour lemonade down in pain, watching Bai Zhouyi eat two portions gracefully.

The result of the French meal experience was that one was supported and the other was depressed, and no one was happy.

But this time, the French food was fine. From entering the door to ordering, Lanshan did everything in one go, and his movements were as proficient as a lady who has been in and out of high-end restaurants all year round.

"Eat it before?" Bai Zhou asked.

"How can it be?" Lan Shan knocked on the table, and the waiters around him talked lightly, and he unconsciously lowered his voice, "Is my financial resources able to support this kind of place often?"

"But you are very familiar." Bai Zhouyi said.

"I made a strategy." Lan Shan puffed up his chest and whispered proudly, "Praise me!"

Bai Zhou said, "Praise you."

Bai Zhou was about to leave one or two days later. After the last supper, the two held hands and walked towards the dormitory with the north wind blowing.Someone on the road caught a glimpse of their holding hands and whistled at them, and Lan Shan whistled back, encouraging Bai Zhou to whistle together.

Bai Zhouyi refused to do such a naive thing, but he didn't quicken his pace either. He quietly held hands with Lan Shan and walked side by side on the cobblestone streets, like all lovers.

They walked very slowly, but no matter how slow they were, they would reach their destination. Baizhou's scheduled flight was in the early morning, and the two of them returned to the dormitory to wash up. After sleeping for less than four hours, the alarm clock rang.Lan Shan stood up in bewilderment, kneaded Bai Zhou's face one by one, rubbed him awake and sent him all the way to the airport.

Lan Shan and Bai Zhouyi are very familiar with both the check-in procedures and the separation.Lan Shan accompanied Bai Zhouyi to check in his luggage and sent him to the security checkpoint.Bai Zhouyi was very silent all the way, Lan Shan thought he had another attack of separation anxiety, so he didn't take it seriously.

The two stood still 20 meters away from the security checkpoint. Charles de Gaulle Airport was sparsely populated in the early morning, and only a few staff members stared at them from a distance.

"It's time to say goodbye again," Lan Shan said.

"Do you have anything to say?" Bai Zhou asked.

"Well, good luck?"

"No."

"I will miss you."

"No."

"I will miss you very much."

"..." Bai Zhou stared at him and said, "It's nothing to hide from me."

"Ah?" Lan Shan paused for a few seconds, a bad possibility suddenly flashed in his mind, but he didn't want to believe that he had been exposed, so he said with a dry smile, "No, I have nothing to hide. .....Hello."

Halfway through his words, Bai Zhouyi suddenly squatted down.

Lan Shan looked down. As he was walking along, Bai Zhou accidentally stepped on the lace of his left shoe. When Bai Zhou stopped to wait for him to tie it, he said carelessly that it was all right, and we will talk about it later... Now it seems However, Bai Zhouyi's "careless" should probably be read as "deliberate" or "confessed and lenient".

Lan Shan didn't cherish the opportunity just now. Before he could dodge in the future, Bai Zhouyi had already squatted down and wrapped his fingers around his shoelaces.

"Hey——" Lan Shan stood there, feeling uncomfortable, "I can tie it myself..."

Halfway through his speech, his body froze stiffly.Bai Zhou pressed his thumb on the upper of the shoe, and his index finger touched Lan Shan's ankle.

Covered by half stockings, a scar burned his hand.

Lan Shan froze in place, feeling that his lifeblood was in Bai Zhou's hands.The thing that had been hidden for a long time was exposed unexpectedly, and he secretly groaned in his heart, not knowing how Bai Zhouyi would explode.

As soon as Bai Zhou tied his shoelaces for him, he stood up, looked at him and asked coldly, "When did it happen?"

Lan Shan could no longer hide it, and said frankly, "At the end of March."

"Birthday." Bai Zhou nodded, "Go to the competition, play the video, and don't tell me."

"..." Lan Shan sighed, pulled off Bai Zhou's cuff lightly, and tried flatteringly, "Are you angry?"

"Yeah." Bai Zhou looked at him without hiding his emotion, "Very angry."

Lan Shan was stunned by his reproachful eyes, and he looked away and muttered: "If you know, don't tell me, at least give me a chance to explain..."

"I don't want to be angry when we meet," Bai Zhouyi said.

The time to meet is short and precious, and Bai Zhouyi is reluctant to part with time, let alone Lanshan. "Oh." Lan Shan rubbed the tip of his nose and asked resignedly, "What do you want?"

A few foreigners with small suitcases came behind them. They passed by the two of them and looked curiously at a pair of depressed young people.

The low air pressure mainly came from Bai Zhouyi. The irritability of separation and the anger of finally revealing the truth were superimposed. He stood there like an ice machine, exuding the indifference that no one should enter.

But Lan Shan is not a stranger, he and Bai Zhouyi are very close no matter what point of view, so even if he is the culprit of all the low pressure in front of him, he can still withstand the ice slag in Bai Zhouyi's sight , shaking his sleeve fawningly.

"I think we need a period of cold war." Bai Zhouyi mercilessly tore his clothes from Lanshan's knuckles and said, "Do you have any objections?"

"Can you have it?" Lan Shan blinked twice, trying to get past the test with a cheeky face.

"No." Bai Zhouyi said.

"Oh." Lan Shan said with a broken expression, frustrated, "Okay then."

He leaned forward, leaned his face closer, and tentatively asked with the last expectation: "Then what about the farewell kiss?"

"No more." Bai Zhouyi said coldly without moving, "Because we are in a cold war."

Xiaobai who rejects coffee cubs: I am super cool (confident

Xiaobai got on the plane—annoyed that he didn’t get a parting kiss for ten hours