that bastard i love

"It's so hot here..." Zhang Min sat on the bamboo stool, shaking a fan sent by the inn in his hand.

Wen Gulin walked over supporting his waist, sat on the chair next to him, and said with a dark face: "Are you embarrassed to say, I ask you to bring two thin clothes, you don't mind."

"I didn't know it would be so hot." Zhang Min waved his hand, showing a very innocent look.

It's only March now, who would have thought it would be so hot.

Wen Gulin rolled his eyes and refused to talk to Zhang Min.

Today's whole day's travel plan was ruined, all because of the old man next to him who couldn't control his lower body... Now that his old waist is about to break, how can he still play.

He gets depressed when he mentions it.

He was also bewitched by this old man, hum, it was Zhang Min's fault anyway, he was right!

bared teeth.

Zhang Min picked up the milk tea on the table and handed it to Wen Gulin's mouth. He watched Uncle Wen drink a couple of sips before putting it back.

There is no way, what can he do, he can only pet him.

Suddenly, Zhang Min remembered something, and said to Wen Gulin beside him, "By the way, wait for me for a while, I'll go get something."

After saying that, he left the courtyard, leaving Wen Gulin eating watermelon alone and shaking his small fan, feeling very uncomfortable.

After a while, Zhang Min came over with a notebook in his arms. Wen Gulin leaned over his head and asked, "What is it?"

Zhang Min took out the notebook and handed it to Wen Gulin.

Wen Gulin opened the notebook and took a look.

Whoops, isn't this the book he used to paint Zhang Min's portrait? I didn't expect it to still be there.

The book that was originally falling apart was carefully bound again, and every page was neatly arranged, as if it had never been trampled on.

"The binding is pretty good." Wen Gulin closed the notebook and took a bite of the watermelon in his hand.

Zhang Min took out another pencil from his bag: "Hey, draw me another one."

Wen Gulin stared at the pen in a daze, and didn't take it for a long time.

"What's the matter, forget it if you don't want to."

"No." Wen Gulin came back to his senses, took the pencil from Zhang Min's hand, feeling mixed feelings.

He hasn't painted a portrait of Zhang Min for a long time.

When I picked up the pen again, the hand holding the pen was trembling.

Every time I open this picture book, countless memories will flood my heart. Thinking about it, time flies so fast, and it will be the fourth year soon.

"Do you want me to sit for your reference?" Zhang Min pointed to the bamboo stool beside him and asked with a smile.

Wen Gulin shook his head.

Zhang Min's appearance, every frown and smile, are deeply remembered in his mind, and he can draw Zhang Min's eyebrows and eyes vividly with just a brush.

Ever since he met Zhang Min, his life has been completely occupied by this man.

All his joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys come from the man he loves, even during the time of separation, he always misses this man in his heart.

To love someone, I am afraid that in the bottom of my heart, I am always concerned about this person.

This is the simplest love he can understand.

"Why don't you draw, can't draw, and your drawing skills have regressed?" Seeing that Wen Gulin hadn't started writing for a long time, Zhang Min leaned forward and asked.

Wen Gulin rolled his eyes and kicked up.

What nonsense are you talking about!

But the painted works made Zhang Min fall into deep thought.

"No, where are you painting a pig?" Zhang Min frowned, pointing to the pig's nose that Wen Gulin deliberately painted for him on the portrait, and asked with a puzzled expression.

"Didn't you draw your pig?"

"Go away!"

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At night, Wen Gulin couldn't bear it anymore and dragged Zhang Min out of the inn.

He's bored and crazy!

But it doesn't matter if you go out this time, there will be an accident while playing.

When passing by a barbecue stand, Wen Gulin suddenly missed the spicy skewers he ate every day, took out his wallet and bought two skewers without hesitation.

He enjoyed the meal, but Zhang Min was out of luck.

After the chili powder flew into his nose, he kept sneezing non-stop, Wen Gulin just remembered.

Zhang Min can't smell chili.

It's over, it's over, it's an accident.

"Are you okay?" Wen Gulin asked Zhang Min nervously, pulling him to the side of a small river.

Zhang Min sneezed and shook his head with difficulty.

He felt...his nose was going to fail.

Wen Gulin took out a pack of tissues from his bag, bought a bottle of mineral water from a nearby store, moistened the tissues and gently covered Zhang Min's nose.

After a while, Zhang Min felt alive again.

"Your peppers from Yunnan...are too lethal, no less than a biochemical bomb." Zhang Min complained softly with a pale face.

Really, it's not that he hasn't eaten chili before, but it's the kind of sweet chili, the kind that doesn't have a little spicy taste.

This Yunnan pepper is not only spicy but also pungent.

I really don't know why Wen Gulin likes this terrible thing.

He just asked, and felt that his nose had been ravaged.

Wen Gulin threw the paper towel into the trash can, and said to Zhang Min with a look of disgust, "Why are you so useless, you just smell something and you're going to die."

Zhang Min: "?????"

blame me?

Wen Gulin didn't dare to take Zhang Min to the barbecue stand over there anymore, so he dragged Zhang Min to the night market street.

I don't know what rare thing Zhang Min saw, but no matter how much Wen Gulin pulled it, he couldn't move it.

Wen Gulin looked back, and it turned out that Zhang Min had his eye on the peddler who sold braids.

There are often these things here in Lijiang, but most of them are for girls' money.

This kind of thing is to take two or three colored ropes and tie a small braid on your head.

"Hey, wake up, you can't tie your hair short." Wen Gulin patted Zhang Min on the shoulder and tried to dissuade him.

Then he noticed that Zhang Min turned his head and stared at him again.

"........."

OK, he got it.

Zhang Min meant to let him tie one.

"I don't!" Wen Gulin said, he would never compromise.

Girls like this kind of thing, why is he such a big man doing so many flashy things.

He firmly resisted.

"Just once, I want to see it." Zhang Min grabbed Wen Gulin's hand, blinked his eyes, and put on a pitiful mock-up.

"Not even once, if you want to see it, then think about it." Wen Gulin didn't like this, he dragged Zhang Min and wanted to leave.

However...he couldn't drag the dead man.

Wen Gulin fell into deep thought.

Now, it's like taking a husky out for a walk, and then his husky can't walk when he sees the bone, and he can't pull it.

The dog at home is disobedient.

What to do, urgent, wait online!

There was really nothing to do with Zhang Min, so Wen Gulin had to take out two ten-yuan bills from his bag and ask him to braid his hair.

What can he do, he is also very desperate.

After editing, Wen Gulin felt even worse.

Along the way, Zhang Min was playing with this little braid, pulling and pulling, staring at this little braid!

He really believed in his evil before he agreed to braid this little braid!