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Cheng Liao stretched out his hand and pulled him up.His palm is not wide in the purely visual sense. Five slender fingers with well-defined joints can easily wrap the back of Lin Yuanye's hand firmly.

There was an obvious rough warm touch on the back of the hand, with a slight friction feeling, but Lin Yuanye didn't hate it.He even had extra attention to look at the slightly undulating veins on the back of the man's hand.

This is a pair of hands that can bring people a sense of security.

The next second, that hand released the back of his hand, and the other party did not have any extra body contact with him.

Lin Yuanye withdrew his gaze without a trace, and stood still on the spot for a while.

The two went back to the bar and sat down.The score between the two teams was still tight in extra time, and the game finally ended with Italy leading England in a penalty shootout.

Italy won the final.Some were crying and others were laughing in the bar, and Lin Yuanye's heart, which had been raised a little, also fell.

Just when the men who shared the table with Lin Yuanye were about to leave quietly in the hustle and bustle, the lucky prize promised by the bar owner unexpectedly fell on their table.

Everyone, including Lin Yuanye, was invited by the waiter to register their names and phone numbers at the front desk amid the excitement of other guests.

When he got the paper and pen, the older man could barely recover from the good luck, and said with some hesitation: "I haven't read many books, and my handwriting is not good."

Lin Yuanye, who was standing next to him, took the pen and paper from his hand and said, "Let me write."

He first registered the information for several friends who were traveling with Cheng Liao, and finally raised his eyes to look at the man standing two steps away with his pockets in his pocket.

"Cheng Liao." The man reported his name, "Cheng Liao."

Lin Yuanye took a pen to write down his last name, then stopped, "Which Liao?"

Cheng Liao said: "The prairie fire is a prairie fire."

Lin Yuanye was slightly stunned, and raised his head to look at him again.

"Can't write?" Cheng Liao took the pen and paper from him, "I'll do it myself."

After recovering from his words, and acquiescing to the other party's misunderstanding, Lin Yuanye watched him scribble on the white paper without explaining too much.

It wasn't until the man had finished writing that he suddenly murmured: "I haven't written my own yet."

Cheng Liao didn't put down the paper and pen, and asked without raising his eyelids, "Report."

"Lin Yuanye." Lin Yuanye answered in the usual tone, "Shuangmulin."

His words paused slightly, and then in the man's gaze towards him, the tip of his eyebrows slightly raised, "The field of prairie fire."

The moment the words came out of his mouth, Cheng Liao's calm black eyes seemed to have changed slightly.

But when he carefully captured it, it seemed that it was just Lin Yuanye's own illusion.

The blank paper with Cheng Liao's name and phone number entered into Lin Yuanye's pocket shortly after the other party left.

He waited at the bar for a whole week, but Cheng Liao and his friends never showed up again.Lin Yuanye finally couldn't hold back anymore. When he got up in the morning to water the flowers in the yard, he asked the old man next door who had come back from training, if there was any construction site nearby that was still under construction.

"Yes." The uncle showed a surprised look, "Don't you know, Xiaolin? You can see it 10 minutes away from us."

Lin Yuanye also responded with a surprised expression.

It’s the hot season of July, the sun scorches the ground in the yard during the day, and the rising temperature outside makes people feel like bacon smoking on a barbecue grill. Lin Yuanye prefers to hide indoors as a freezer Meat, and don't want to go out and become bacon on the grill.

At least until the summer came completely, he hadn't seen a construction site near his residence.

Seeing Cheng Liao's friend in the bar that night, as well as the obvious muscle lines on Cheng Liao's arm, and touching the rough lines in the other's palm, he had a vague guess about Cheng Liao's work.

For the first time, Lin Yuanye decided to go out in the scorching sun and try his luck on the construction site that the uncle mentioned.

Facts have proved that because of the environment in which he grew up, the judgment he cultivated in the environment in which he grew up is not bad.Lin Yuanye didn't go out until after lunch. The sun was scorching hot at noon, so he put a baseball cap on his head.

Ten minutes later, he found the construction site that the uncle mentioned.The construction site has been surrounded on all sides, and there will be noisy construction sounds from time to time.

After thinking about the rhetoric for asking for directions in advance, Lin Yuanye walked in directly from the gate.

At this time, it coincided with the time for the workers to rest and eat, and most of the work on the construction site had stopped.Workers in the distance came and went, doing physical work under the scorching sun for a long time, which made most people on the construction site look dark and thin.

Everyone walking in the construction area wore hard hats of the same color and style on their heads, and Lin Yuanye couldn't even recognize their faces.

Lin Yuanye was lucky.

He quickly noticed the movement from under the simple arbor near the construction site, away from the construction area.A tall man was resting on a plastic bench without a hard hat on, and someone was standing by the side of the shed talking to him.

Lin Yuanye stepped on the gravel under his feet and walked towards the arbor.

The person talking to Cheng Liao didn't stay for long, and soon turned around and went into other sheds.Cheng Liao sat on the bench without moving, his two long legs parted casually, and stretched straight forward.

Lin Yuanye could see from a distance that he was wearing a pair of ordinary army green camouflage trousers, and his upper body was black tight-fitting round neck and short sleeves.At this time, the weather was probably too hot, so the man directly rolled the sleeves on both sides to his shoulders.

The short sleeves were rolled up into the style of a vest, exposing his muscular and beautiful upper arms on both sides.It was a little less casual and loose when wearing loose clothes in the bar, but it didn't look messy or messy at all. Instead, the handsome and stern aura around him was set off more and more eye-catching.

He stretched out his hand to press the brim of his hat on his forehead, stepped forward from behind Cheng Liao and asked, "Hi, I want to ask—"

When Cheng Liao turned his head when he heard the sound, Lin Yuanye stopped in time with a surprised expression.

"Cheng Liao." After a brief surprise, he called out Cheng Liao's name in a natural tone.

As if recognizing the face under the brim of his hat, the latter folded his long legs, stood up from the bench, and asked in a cold tone, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to ask someone for directions." Lin Yuanye brought out the reason he had prepared, and glanced lightly in front of him.

The black short sleeves were tightly pressed against his chest, outlining the outline of strong chest muscles enough to attract imagination.Cheng Liao is also exposed to the sun all day long, but unlike the dark skin of others, his tan is a beautiful wheat color.

The other party seemed to have just finished physical work. He looked very hot, and beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead and chin.In the simple pergola, there is no object that can blow the air to cool down.

"What way?" Cheng Liao asked succinctly without paying attention to his scrutiny.

Lin Yuanye did not answer immediately, but took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, took out a clean tissue and handed it to him, "Wipe it?"

Cheng Liao's gaze briefly fell on his fingertips, and then flatly refused: "No need."

He moved vigorously and stretched out his hand, raised the hem of his short-sleeved clothes, and lowered his head to wipe off the beads of sweat that were about to roll off his chin.

In just two seconds, Lin Yuanye had a glimpse of the other's wheat-colored chest and abs protruding from under the hem of his clothes, which looked firm, powerful and sexy.

The heat at noon was too severe, and Lin Yuanye felt a little thirsty, so he subconsciously licked his lips.

Not caring about being rejected by the other party, Lin Yuanye put the pack of tissues by the table, as if he had no intention of taking it away.

He also didn't look at the pack of tissues, Cheng Liao asked again: "Where are you going?"

Hearing this, he raised his eyes, and Lin Yuanye answered his words: "I heard that there is a bookstore nearby, do you know where it is?"

Cheng Liao said, "I don't know."

Just when Lin Yuanye almost thought that their conversation was about to end here, he heard Cheng Liao say softly, "You can ask someone else."

Before Lin Yuanye could reply, his train of thought was abruptly interrupted by "Brother Cheng" from behind.

There was a young girl with short hair who trotted over from the shed next door with a lunch box and chopsticks, and handed the box lunch and chopsticks to Cheng Liao.

The man sat down to eat with a lunch box in his hand, and the short-haired girl stood beside her with a nervous expression and said, "I don't know if you eat celery..."

Cheng Liao didn't look up, and replied briefly: "Anything is fine."

The girl couldn't help showing a bit of joy, "I'll go get you some water, I remember your water glass is black—"

The man didn't refuse, and interrupted her: "Is there a disposable cup?"

The girl was stunned, but she quickly realized, "Yes."

The whole conversation between the two seemed like no one else was there. Lin Yuanye was left alone for a while, and his eyes flicked past their faces several times. Seeing that Cheng Liao was busy talking to the girl, he seemed to ignore his intentions. , has already moved the mind to leave.

When the girl left to pour water, Lin Yuanye tipped his toes lightly and turned his gaze to other people around him.

But Cheng Liao's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "You can ask Yanyan, she is a college student."

Lin Yuanye moved lightly, and it took him a while to realize that the other party was talking to him. Cheng Liao's affectionate names for the girl were automatically filtered out of his ears, and he patiently stayed where he was waiting.

During the waiting time, he did not take the initiative to find topics to talk to Cheng Liao.

Until the girl named Yanyan brought the glass of water.The girl seemed to have just noticed that there were other people around, and when she realized that it was an unfamiliar face, she was still a little dazed.

Lin Yuanye raised the brim of his hat slightly, smiled at her, and asked for the address of a nearby bookstore.

Suddenly seeing his face under the hat clearly, Yan Yan blushed a little, and even got stuck when he answered.Lin Yuanye pretended not to notice, wrote down the detailed route described in her words, thanked her, and planned to leave.

Cheng Liao, who lowered his head to eat, stopped him for the second time.

Lin Yuanye lowered his raised eyebrows and looked back, seeing the man sitting at the table lift his eyelids and push the water on the table towards him.

"Aren't you thirsty?" Facing the question in his eyes, Cheng Liao said in a normal tone, "It's clean, you can drink it."