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It's so beautiful

A wall full of... dolls!

It's not a figure, it's a doll.All kinds of dolls, big and small, men and women, were neatly placed on the wall, and there were always hundreds of them by visual inspection. This kind of impact was really not a cover, anyway, Fu Chao was really shocked.Of course, if this is a girl's house, there is no problem at all, Gao Lang's body, appearance and style don't look like someone who plays with dolls. The contrast is so big that he can go to the Pacific Ocean.

"Surprised." Gao Lang said hehehe...

"You shouldn't be judged by your appearance, I'm convinced." Fu Chao bowed his hands, he was really convinced, "I never thought you would have such a hobby."

"What kind of hobbies? This is a scripture that is hard to recite in every family." Gao Lang entered the room, "They are all my little dad's masterpieces, come in and explain them to you."

Fu Chao raised his foot and put it down again, "Would you like to find me a shoe cover?" Looking at the long-haired carpet on the ground, he said seriously.

"Where can I find that thing here, you can just come in."

Fu Chao silently took off his shoes and stepped on it while wearing white socks.

"Don't, don't." Gao Lang quickly took off his slippers and put them next to his feet, "You wear mine, I'm barefoot, I have rough skin and thick flesh."

Fu Chao looked at him, then at the shoes, and assessed the authenticity of his words, then put on his slippers and entered the house.

The house, let alone the house, is a big, local tyrant, who looks rich.

"Sit down wherever you want, and we'll start working after breakfast." Gao Lang put the takeout on the table with bare feet and excitedly, "My little dad has dressed me up as a girl since I was a child, don't stare, don't look at me now, I was pretty when I was young Quite. Of course, it’s no match for you, but it’s definitely indistinguishable, and I wore skirts until I was in kindergarten. And there are little boys fighting for me!”

Inexplicably, did Fu Chao Leng hear pride from his words?No, what's so proud of wearing a skirt?Or does someone take pride in his fights?But Gao Lang in a skirt, thinking about him, Fu Chao couldn't help laughing, "Your mother doesn't care?"

"I don't have a mother." Gao Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, "I have two fathers." His tone was also... quite proud.

Fu Chao didn't understand, Dad?Brothers.

Gao Lang didn't say much, and continued his story, "My little dad gave me dolls on my birthday, and I still have dolls during the holidays. The first place in the exam is rewarded with beautiful dolls, and if I've fallen back, I'm given ugly dolls. Anyway, basically everything is a doll. Made such a wall."

"Where's your other dad?"

"Busy. Besides, my little dad is in charge of my family. Big dad is my dad's answer. He is right about what he does." His tone was helpless, but his eyes were full of smiles, "Fortunately, he still knows how to teach me privately. Otherwise, my gender concept will definitely be taken astray." He pushed the fast food box over, "Don't just listen to me, eat quickly, and go to work after eating."

Fu Chao silently took a sip of porridge, and suddenly said, "Your dad must be very attractive." Now he understood the relationship between their family, his two dads were a couple.

"He's so charming! Even now, there are little girls who deliver delicious food from time to time." He stuffed a fried bun into his mouth, "He disappears in ten and a half days, and my dad doesn't dare to say anything. , will only transform into a desperate Saburo and turn the company into the palace of the king of hell."

With a puff, Fu Chao couldn't help laughing, "Your family is really funny, I guess your little dad must be an artist."

"You're wrong, my little dad is a serious public servant, a policeman."

This is really... Fu Chao was speechless.

"However, those dolls are pretty pretty, aren't they?" Gao Lang asked suddenly, his eyes were full of light.

Pay the court...

He figured it out, this is the one he likes, and he also reasoned that the little dad was forcing it, ha ha.

As for whether the doll is good-looking or not, he really can't tell, it doesn't matter at all.But Gao Lang was still looking at him, with an earnest look, as if he couldn't get through without saying something good-looking, so he could only hold back a laugh, "Yeah."

"I knew you would understand." Gao Lang happily stuffed the last steamed dumpling into his mouth, and opened his mouth to speak at length.

"Let's start working, where are we painting?" Fu Chao really didn't want to discuss any more dolls, so he quickly changed the topic.

"Here." Talking about this, Gao Lang was more interested, and strode to the French window, "I've already made up my mind, you sit here, the light is good, and the effect must be very beautiful."

Fu Chao followed his eyes and saw that it was a large floor-to-ceiling window with light-colored gauze curtains hanging on both sides, covering the thick golden velvet curtains behind.There is a dark purple European-style beauty table by the window. It is a little far away, and I can't see what is inlaid on it. Anyway, it is shining in the sun, and it is luxurious and coquettish.

Fu Chao instantly felt like he was going to be blinded, and doubted Gao Lang's aesthetics, "Can I refuse?"

"Why? Isn't it good-looking?" Gao Lang's face was full of puzzled words.How beautiful, this beauty was specially selected by him a few days ago, it is luxurious and beautiful, Fu Chao must be very beautiful to sit on it, and it suits him best.

"No." He refused bluntly.

"why?"

"ugly."

"Ugly?" Gao Lang yelled, "Where is it ugly? How beautiful, so beautiful, you say ugly?"

Fu Chao just looked at him and said nothing.

Gao Lang muttered in his heart that he was not happy, but he couldn't tell what Fu Chaoqing's lingering eyes were, and said almost aggrieved, "If you say ugly, then where do you want to be?"

Fu Chao raised his finger, "It's right there."

A black grand piano was placed abruptly in the bustling room, and it was too quiet, which seemed very unsuitable.But when Fu Chao put his hands on it, Gao Lang felt that it was too good for the first time.

Dad plays the piano well!

Fu Chao thought it was all right, but he didn't expect to change clothes!Just stepping on the wall full of dolls and the room full of local tyrants and coquettish beauties, he feels bad.

But there is one thing to refute, and Gao Lang's appearance must be blown up again, so he can only bite the bullet.Looking at the box on the bed, he secretly swore that if this guy dared to put a skirt on him, he would beat him to death!

What is this intricate lace trim?What about the slippery silk shirt collar and cuffs with large strings of ruffles?And what is this snow-white dress?There is also a shiny medal tassel hanging on the chest, which cannot be more exaggerated.

"Are you ready?" Gao Lang's voice came from outside, no matter how Fu Chao heard it, he could feel a sense of impatientness spreading.

Pulling the lace of his cuffs, Fu Chao took a deep breath, gritted his teeth secretly and walked out of the room.

"Pretty!"

Gao Lang felt that his chest was hit hard by some mysterious force, and his heart was about to jump out. It was so beautiful!It was like the little prince in his mind had stepped out of the mysterious Two-dimensional, ten thousand times more beautiful than he imagined!

"It's just a little bit, just a little bit, just wait." Gao Lang quickly brought over a pair of shiny black high leather boots, his face full of anticipation, "Try it."

Fu Chao was about to find a place to sit down and put on clothes, when Gao Lang stretched out his arm, "Help me." To be honest, if he could, he would want to do it himself.

Fortunately, he hasn't lost his sanity yet, and he suppressed the eagerness to move in his heart.

With his slender legs wrapped in high boots, Fu Chao raised his head, just in time to meet Gao Lang's eyes full of joy.

So happy?

Forget it, as long as the creditor is happy.

"It looks good." Gao Lang looked at him seriously, and said these two words with sincerity.

"I know I'm good-looking, so you don't need to emphasize it over and over again." Fu Chao tugged at the neckline in frustration, "Where did you get these clothes, drama club or ballet troupe?"

"Don't worry about it, as long as it looks good." He circled around the little prince in his heart, and suddenly fiddled with his bangs that covered his eyes, "The hair is a little longer."

"Are you still painting?" Fu Chao gave him a sideways look, "How about I go get a haircut first?"

"Don't don't, it's very good, very good." Gao Lang flattered, "We can fascinate all living beings even if we don't show our faces."

"Shut up." Fu Chao sat on the piano bench and couldn't help complaining, "I think you're just dressing me up like a doll, don't pretend I don't know."

"Hey, no." He said so, but his eyes had already betrayed him.

It was so beautiful, the person was right, the clothes were right, and the piano was even more right. He found that Fu Chaoxuan's place was better than his beauty couch, it was so good, he laughed until his teeth showed.

Fu Chao let out a heck, and stopped being verbose after wearing all the clothes on, and asked directly, "Do you need me to pose? Like pretending to play the piano?"

"No, no, you can do whatever you want." Gao Lang stood in front of the large easel and quickly waved the paintbrush.

Since the painter said it was up to him, Fu Chao took out the paper and began to paint.

Immersed in the sea of ​​joy of brushing questions, the curves of Fu Chao's lips gradually softened.He didn't pay attention to it himself, in fact, he was also nervous just now.

Fu Chao's posture was very good. When he was sitting, his back was straight, and his slightly lowered profile was outlined by the sunlight with a holy gold border, like an angel.Looking at the people immersed in the sea of ​​questions, Gao Lang couldn't help picking up his phone to take a snapshot.

Taking pictures of people is better than painting.

That's great, he waved the palette with one hand and the paintbrush with one hand full of joy.

"Dididi, Dididi." After an unknown amount of time, the phone rang suddenly.

Gao Lang, who was so busy that he was about to fly, accidentally clicked on the speakerphone.

"Gao Lang, what's the matter with you? Why haven't you arrived at the hospital yet? Director Liu has been watching you for a long time, where are you crazy? Do you think you are the emperor!" There was a roar on the other end of the phone, and I could imagine the other party through the phone Go crazy.

Gao Lang hurriedly picked up the phone, "Oh, Dad, I forgot, forgot! Can I go by myself another day?"

"No! You only have time right now! Hurry up and come here, don't you want your eyes?!"

"Dad, I'm not a child, so I don't need you to accompany me. That's it, hang up, I'm busy." Gao Lang was about to hang up the phone.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll give you three ten minutes."

The other end of the phone hung up faster than him, and Gao Lang continued to swipe on the canvas as if nothing had happened to the phone, which he didn't care about, and had no intention of going out at all.

Fu Chao stood up suddenly, raised his hand and took off his coat.

"What are you doing?" Gao Lang stopped his brush.

"Send you to the hospital." Fu Chao said.

"No." Gao Lang was speechless, "What are you messing up? I can go by myself another day, so don't join in the fun."

"Your father and the doctor are waiting for you." Fu Chao frowned at him.

"Don't listen to my dad fooling around. Mr. Liu is busy, so he doesn't have time to wait for me. It's just to save face when I go." Gao Lang went up and pressed his shoulder, explaining, "It's just a reexamination, what? Any time will do."

"Your dad is waiting." Fu Chao pushed his hand away firmly, Qing Lingling looked straight at him, as if "your dad is waiting" is the most important thing in the world, none of them.

Gao Lang was about to say something, but for a moment he seemed to see something called envy in those eyes.

Is it envious of having a father or having a father waiting?My heart trembled violently, and the words on my lips were changed unconsciously, "Okay, I can't go."

"Wait for me for 2 minutes." While speaking, Fu Chao raised his hand and took off the shirt with complicated lace, exposing the young man's thin back.The arms swinging back and forth continuously undulate with thin shoulder blades, like the wings of a young eagle, ready to fly.

Few shelters, more weathered.

"You're so skinny." Gao Lang concealed his expression and teased as usual, "You don't eat less than me, where did you eat?"

"Too much nonsense." Fu Chao pushed open the bedroom door, "I'll be fine soon."

"I haven't finished painting, what should I do?"

"I'll pay you next week." After Fu Chao changed his clothes and came out, the little prince immediately turned into a scholar carrying a big schoolbag, "Let's go."

Standing at the entrance of the hospital, far away, Fu Chao saw a stalwart man standing in the lobby waiting. When he saw Gao Lang, he patted him on the back. It looked like a father and son with a good relationship.

Dad is really waiting, which is great.

The examination lasted more than two hours, and in the end it was still the same, neither getting better nor worse, but I just asked him to take more vitamins and not to let his eyes get too tired.

"My dear father, what do you think is the meaning of being with you? You should be blind, you will always be blind, it's life, and no one can escape." He can't escape that day, his father, forget it, people are more angry than others, maybe The old man is still fine until he dies.

"Shaogen, I'm talking nonsense. If you want to blind yourself, go blind. I'm not blind. I haven't seen enough of your little dad." Dad Gao raised his hand and patted it, this bastard!

"Little dad is so unlucky that he fell into your trap. You will live a lifetime of blindness with someone who will be blind at any time. Tell me whether you are worthy or not." Gao Lang stepped away, choking on him in a foolish way.

"I said your skin is itchy, right?"

"Isn't what I said the truth?"

"The truth is you deserve a beating."

"I'm eighteen, can you beat me with your old arms and legs?" Gao Lang deliberately squinted at him.

"Stinky boy, wait for me." Father Gao started to roll up his sleeves angrily.

Gao Lang ran away, "I'm going back to school, don't look for me if you have nothing to do."

It's a pity that after only two steps, his arm was stopped by Wen Ming who had just arrived. The handsome man smiled harmlessly: "Where are you going? First explain to me who is wicked."

"Daddy, I'm fighting for you." The little bastard turned into a sycophant in seconds, very smooth.

"Then I thank you?" Qu Bucong raised his eyebrows.

"No, no, I just wronged you, little dad." Gao Lang smiled obsequiously, and then he added as if his brain was twitching, "Anyway, if it were me, I would not harm others."

"Okay, I remember your words."

The author says:

Happy Dragon Boat Festival, let's eat rice dumplings