[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

In the evening, Mingcheng first went back to the Ming Mansion to remind Mingjing that his home is not safe, and he should not reveal the message that "Mingtai is still alive".

Although Ming Jing still looked dull, as if she was immersed in great grief and couldn't extricate herself, but she probably understood a lot of things in her heart. Her palm lightly covered Ming Cheng's palm on her knee, and her tear-filled eyes looked into the distance. The setting sun at the place said slowly, "It's been hard for you all these years."

For many years, he and Minglou have been wearing disguise masks, performing one drama after another, cautiously, step by step, relying on the little belief in victory and overflowing patriotism in their hearts, alone Walk in the dark.

At this moment, all the grievances and unspeakable depression in Mingcheng's heart seemed to have found a breakthrough, and they surged out in an instant, disappearing in the sky reflecting the sunset.

I finally got the understanding of my family. If the elder brother heard the words of the elder sister, I don't know how happy he would be.Mingcheng thought again of the hardships he and Minglou had suffered in these years, he couldn't suppress the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, but then he lowered his head again, not wanting Mingjing to see his flushed eye sockets.

Mingcheng didn't stay long. After talking with Mingjing, he went to pack up some daily necessities for himself and Minglou and planned to go back to the hotel.Ah Xiang had just finished dinner, and seeing Ming Cheng standing in the hallway about to leave, she hurried over, "Brother Ah Cheng! Dinner is ready, let's go after dinner."

Mingcheng looked at her and smiled, and said, "Don't eat, the young master is still waiting for me."

Ah Xiang pouted, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she looked worried, "If you don't go home, the young master won't go home, and the young master..." When Mingtai was mentioned, Ah Xiang immediately covered her mouth. Crying out of her mouth, she didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that Ming Jing would be even more sad when she heard it, but the tears kept falling "patta, papa".

Seeing Ah Xiang's appearance, Mingcheng felt indescribably sad. He rubbed the top of Ah Xiang's hair, and said softly, "Don't be sad, everything will be fine."

Ah Xiang whimpered and nodded fiercely, as if she had obtained a reassuring promise from Mingcheng.And this promise will definitely be fulfilled.

*

Mingcheng opened the door and said loudly "I'm back".

After a while, he saw Ming Lou poking his head out of the kitchen.

"You're back." Minglou said with a smile, then shrank back quickly.

After being suppressed for so long, it was rare for Mingcheng to see Minglou in a good mood. He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and walked into the kitchen curiously, wanting to find out.

Ming Lou stood in front of the cooking counter with his back to the door, he bent slightly, his head down, and he didn't know what he was busy with.Mingcheng approached him quietly, leaning forward from behind him.

Minglou is painting with jam on the sandwich bread.

It seemed so childish.

Mingcheng couldn't help laughing, seeing Minglou turned his head and glared at him, he immediately put on a straight face and pretended nothing happened.

This is their little fun in Paris.

At that time, life was much easier than it is now. Mingcheng had a lot of homework, and he would often sit at the breakfast table while doing calculations. Minglou wanted him to eat well but was unwilling to discipline him. It was replaced by a butter knife, and the calculation paper on the table was replaced by a slice of bread, then pushed the jam bottle in front of him, made a "please" gesture, and said with a smile, "calculate on this, so that you can transfer knowledge Eat it in your stomach."

Mingcheng lowered his head and laughed, dipped in the jam and drew a twisted and fat snake on the slice of bread.

Later, Mingcheng stopped reading books at the breakfast table and doing math problems, and painting on slices of bread became commonplace.

"What are you painting?" Mingcheng wrapped his arms around Minglou's waist, and rested his chin on Minglou's shoulder.

"Peony." Ming Lou said, looking around his work very seriously, and added a few more strokes.

Mingcheng frowned and looked at the small piece of triangular bread with a messy ball of jam on it. It couldn't be seen that it was a peony. He opened his mouth and was about to hit Minglou, but Minglou slapped a corner of the sandwich. Stuffed it into his mouth, he was speechless for a while.

Minglou looked at Mingcheng's stupid expression, and laughed unceremoniously. He turned to face Mingcheng, reached out his hand to take out the sandwich from Mingcheng's mouth, and asked, "How is the eldest sister?"

Mingcheng angrily took a big bite out of the sandwich, which was about one-third the size, his mouth was full, and he spoke vaguely, "Don't worry, Elder Sister already knows what's going on, at least It's pretty much understood."

Ming Lou nodded, finished the small sandwich left in his hand in two or three mouthfuls, subconsciously frowned, the jam was spread too much, it was too sweet.He cleared his throat and asked again, "Eldest sister didn't blame me for beating her, did she?"

"Cough...cough..." Mingcheng choked for a moment, and was patted on the back by Minglou, "No, no."

Minglou looked at Mingcheng suspiciously, and was interrupted by Mingcheng just as he was about to ask.

"But Eldest Sister said something else, do you want to hear it?" Mingcheng smiled smugly.

"What did you say?" Minglou's curiosity was aroused.

Mingcheng repeated Mingjing's words to Minglou verbatim. Minglou was stunned for a few seconds, then he hugged Mingcheng and murmured, "Okay, okay..."

Hearing Minglou's gradually choking voice, Mingcheng felt sore in his heart. He tightened his arms and patted Minglou's back lightly.

*

After dinner, the two sat on the sofa talking and drank some red wine.The two of them actually have a good capacity for alcohol, and they don't drink much, but for some reason, it seems that today's wine is particularly intoxicating.

Even though the last intimacy was on the night of Mingtai's engagement, it feels like a century has passed since they haven't been able to stay together peacefully for a long time, let alone take off all the disguises and masks and enjoy it in a relaxed way like now A quiet space for two people.

Minglou finds a record and puts it on the gramophone, leaving only a dim yellow floor lamp beside the bed, and dances with Mingcheng with great interest.

No one spoke, Minglou slowly closed his eyes, even a little air flow in the room made him feel extremely rare, so he enjoyed it all the more.

Mingcheng looked at Minglou without blinking his eyes. He missed the Minglou in Paris so much. In the park in the middle of the street, accompanied by the music of street performers, Minglou who danced by himself wantonly would be on his chest. Roses popped out of his pockets, praising Ming Lou, a funny little girl.

Lust always comes quickly and suddenly but just right.

When Minglou took a roundabout step, Mingcheng withdrew his held hand, and suddenly pushed Minglou down into the big soft bed behind him.

Minglou opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose more widely. He raised one arm to rest on the back of his head, and the other arm was still around Mingcheng's waist, but the palm slowly slid down, smiling all the time. Looking at Mingcheng who was lying on top of him, "Why, don't you want to waltz?"

"Yes," Mingcheng also laughed, just like a little fox facing a big fox. He slightly propped up his upper body with his hands, and swung his crotch imitating the Latin dance movement, feeling the bulge close to him. Gradually, it has a clearer shape.

"I want to dance Latin." Mingcheng said in his deep magnetic voice.