The male is sweet and sandy

to travel

When Garcia came home, Gu Yan was lying on the sofa flipping through photos.

"What are you looking at?" Garcia asked.

Garcia has been going out early and coming back late these days, Gu Yan didn't expect him to come back so early today, he patted the sofa next to him, beckoning him to sit down, and then showed him the photo on the light screen.

The young Liz is facing the camera, smiling a little stiffly, but the normal clothes and green and tender face still make the worm sigh, the years are really a butcher's knife.

"Who is this?" In the past, Garcia might still be subconsciously paranoid, but now even Garcia himself doesn't realize it. He is no longer worried about things like "Gu Yan's empathy".

Gu Yan gave the answer that surprised Garcia, and told him the story Liz told during today's break.

"Do you have any impression of this matter?" Gu Yan looked at him expectantly.

Garcia thought for a long time, and finally shook his head, "I don't remember clearly...the federal border was very chaotic at that time, there were many such planets, and there were too many fat sheep being targeted. It really helped a lot, maybe."

For a while, the Zerg race was inexplicably trumpeted as a "Holy Land of Taoyuan" similar to primitive society, and there were especially many people who came here to take advantage of it.

During that time, Garcia was often late to ask for leave, and the reason was all "helping the bugs for fun".So much so that his teacher didn't believe him and contacted Garcia's female father. Garcia blamed himself for making the female father worry. Coupled with the disappearance of the heat and the bursting of the bubble, there were fewer tourists, and this behavior gradually stopped.

Gu Yan decided to wishful thinking that Sylvie was Garcia.

It was as if a sweet dream that had lasted from childhood had suddenly come true, and a light fantasy jumped before his eyes.

"I just said that you are the love bug in my dreams. You see, this is true in all aspects." Gu Yan turned to the next page, and the scenery Liz took was a sparkling river under the sunset. , "If I could meet you when I was a child, I would definitely steal you home."

The gentle and firm princess Sylvie gradually overlaps with the fantasy little Garcia.

Gu Yan thought about it for a while, and then made a strong promise, "I will definitely not let you eat carrots every day."

When Garcia saw the photo, his heart moved slightly. When he was a child, he liked staying by the river very much. This river almost flowed from his memory, and even the afterglow of the setting sun seemed to be exactly the same.

Garcia couldn't make a comparison, Gu Yan had already put away the photos, and asked Garcia, "You came back so early today."

"Because the matter has come to an end." Garcia came back to his senses and said with a smile, "I should be able to rest for a while."

"That would be great." Gu Yan was also very happy, because Garcia's schedule was too irregular, and he spent very little time with Garcia, "I think you've lost weight."

Garcia: "No."

He was obviously fatter after being fed sweets by Gu Yan every day.

"I think so." Gu Yan replied seriously.

So Garcia, who had taken the nutritional supplements in the afternoon, had another dinner with Gu Yan, and was forced to send him to the room by Gu Yan, who was talking about regular work and rest, to get some sleep.

"Good night." Gu Yan blew a kiss to Garcia who was already lying on the bed after showering and changing into pajamas.

Afterwards, Gu Yan returned to his room.

The two bedrooms face each other across the aisle, and the aisle in the middle is like the Milky Way separating the Morning Glory and the Weaver Maid.

-

"I still don't understand."

After browsing the emotional forum, Gu Yan, who did not find a suitable application scenario and refined the operation mode, finally chose to call the military division.

After clarifying his question, the military adviser was puzzled, as if he was sighing to a stupid student who had calculated 1+1 for a long time and the result was equal to 3.

"Don't you seem to be quite good at it? The operation was also set up before, and you have successfully moved into his house. Why don't you live in his room by the way?"

Facing the question from the military adviser, Gu Yan was stuck for half the salary, "That sounds a little bit of a conspiracy..."

"It's enough for you to live together alone, male and female, to plot evil."

Gu Yan hugged the pillow and stared at the military adviser unhappily.

"Listen to me, you're pouring water on the sheets now, and you go to Garcia with that look on your face, and say you have nowhere to sleep. Is there a chance he won't let you stay? No way. And then you You can just start a fire. Don’t you want to propose? You look at him affectionately early the next morning, and then say I love you and let us be together forever—it’s over.”

Gu Yan hesitated, "I just sent Garcia to bed. He has been up all night and turned upside down during this time. I think he needs a good night's sleep."

"Also... I don't think there's something right... For example, the last sentence is very... Anyway, it's not right."

It feels as if the opponent is about to be dismembered, and then physically eaten and wiped clean.

The military adviser was dissatisfied with Gu Yan's questioning him. Although he did not have any experience in proposing marriage, this did not prevent him from dissing Gu Yan, "Then what do you want? A brother in the regiment gave birth to a child and went to kindergarten to talk to his little girlfriend. Love is not as pure as the two of you. Are you going to continue to grind and wait until the other party can't help but pounce on you?"

The military adviser thought about it for a while, and the female insects of the Zerg were indeed coughing more. I felt that the possibility of this was far greater than Gu Yan's sudden animalistic fury.

"You haven't even reached the step of getting engaged!" Gu Yan, who was being ridiculed, said unhappily, "The doctor even told me that you just broke up with me last week!"

"Then my experience and progress are countless times faster than yours, thank you."

"I just need a sense of ritual." Gu Yan retorted.

On the notes spread out in front of the desk, the notes that Gu Yan copied down and studied carefully are clearly visible, and the words "romantic travel" marked by Gu Yan in bold font are flickering with small red hearts scattered on and off.

"I just need a sense of ritual." Gu Yan said firmly.

-

Garcia didn't sleep.

As it should be, his beloved boyfriend watched him get out of the shower, then waited for him to get dressed, and finally watched him get into bed and tucked in—without moving at all.

It is known that they are already talking about marriage.

It is also known that both parties are adults, good-looking, healthy and energetic.

Ask, what is the probability that there is a problem in this certain link.

Garcia is invincible, Garcia is invincible, Garcia is smarter than insects.

Garcia couldn't figure out what was wrong with this.

Considering that in the middle of the night, Garcia did not harass any of his poor subordinates, but turned up the military female forum.

It's normal for Gu Yan not to find a Zerg relationship consulting website, because males don't have this need, and those who need help are usually females who are married to males, and most of them are military females.

In other words, the Army Female Forum is basically equivalent to the Zerg version of the emotional website.

Garcia has been relying on it to find useful weapon peripherals and obtain the latest campus consultation when he was in the military academy. What is the other party talking about.

This is his first foray into the so-called emotional section exclusive to married military females.

After watching for a few minutes, Garcia's ears slowly turned red.

Each of these married military females is more straightforward than the other, and while their words are bold and simple, they also leave a lot of room for imagination.

After studying several posts, Garcia was deeply aware of his lack of props and techniques, and took notes seriously.