I make your medicine

Gao Shi got out of the car first, and the teacher who moderated the atmosphere was not there, and Li Che was almost always arguing with Huang Mingfeng during the second half of the journey.

"Oh, old cows eat tender grass, tsk tsk tsk."

"Just say it if you are envious, don't hold back your illness."

"Oh, you must be angry because you are sick."

"It's also very good. There are many nurses in the hospital. I think you will like it."

Tang Ren looked at Li Che, who was still smiling when he hated others, and felt a little strange.

"Don't be too crazy, we are all trendy at the bottom, and I know everything about you by heart if the kids don't know."

Huang Mingfeng squeezed the gate of life with his hands, and his sitting posture gradually became arrogant.

Listening to Tang Ren, he was really curious about how hot his boyfriend's bottom could be.

"You recite it, and I'll listen to it too." Li Che didn't care, calm and composed.

Huang Mingfeng's eyes lit up, and he approached the front seat and asked Tang Ren with great interest: "Little friend, choose and see which module you want to listen to?" He counted on his fingers solemnly: "History of war, history of humanities, economic history, history of education .”

"Choose."

Li Che laughed softly, Tang Ren looked puzzled, Li Che looked at him, and joined in the fun: "Choose one."

The corners of Tang Ren's lips curled up slowly, and he tentatively chose: "History of war?"

"Hey, it's a good choice. Your boyfriend's war history is probably the most abundant. I think it's only two blocks away. It's not enough for me. Let me give you a brief summary."

Huang Mingfeng seemed to be possessed by a storyteller, and said: "Your boyfriend looks like a human being now, but when he was adolescence, hey, he was a mess."

"Yes, birds of a feather flock together." Li Che drove along the familiar route calmly, without any sense of crisis that his dark history was about to be rediscovered.

"It's about you, don't interrupt." Huang Mingfeng continued enthusiastically: "You know the Shunxing Street in front of the main gate of No. 27 Middle School. Back then, from the street to the end of the street, no one had heard of his name, Li Che."

"Junior high school is even more evil. Our junior high school's conditions are mediocre, and the school spirit is a mess. It's really a stronghold for sophomores. They form cliques all day long. Thinking about it now, I'm really stupid."

As Huang Mingfeng talked, he smacked his mouth with disgust. Li Che also remembered that time, and couldn't help but add the plot: "Huang Mingfeng joined a Qingshan Club at that time, and their club was in an abandoned small building above an Internet cafe. In the supermarket, the supermarket is called Qingshan Groceries.”

"Then this guy rubbed our president on the ground, and there is still a scar on the ear." Police officer Huang smiled and touched the top of his head, "Li Che is really ruthless in fighting, if he is like this now, he will definitely be arrested. Go file."

Li Che: "You are young, so you don't know the severity of the attack." He paused, "Are you still in contact with Song Liren?"

Huang Mingfeng nodded: "Occasionally, I went to attend his wedding last year as a gift, and told me during dinner that my ears hurt when I saw you."

The car stopped slowly, and Huang Mingfeng looked out of the car, "Tsk, it's your fault for interrupting me, I didn't finish." He patted Tang Ren on the shoulder and said heartily: "If there is a chance, I will give you a good deal. Easy, as a brother I have to fertilize."

Li Che laughed and scolded angrily: "What the hell do you do if you overdid me and ran away? Get lost."

Huang Mingfeng couldn't use his legs and feet, so he clenched his fists and got out of the car whistling to go home.

Li Che was not in a hurry to drive, and turned his head to look at his boyfriend who rarely expressed his good mood on his face. He crossed the gear lever and took Tang Ren's hand and rubbed it a few times, "It was really tide before, what else do you want to know, Let me tell you, don't listen to him making noises there."

Tang Ren took Li Che's hand back into his palm, clasped his fingers together, his eyes flickered slightly, "Is it difficult for you to pass the exam from junior high school to No. 27 middle school?"

Li Che didn't expect him to ask this question, but I'm afraid the gap between his junior high school and high school really can't be summed up in a few sentences. After he and Huang Mingfeng were admitted to the provincial key high school, the school used them as a model for publicity for ten years. , It is said that there are still posters hanging in the lobby.

He thought about it, and said in a gentle voice: "To be honest, it's not difficult." He raised a casual smile, but with absolute confidence: "Your boyfriend is following the talent route, and God rewards him."

Tang Ren lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, Li Che said again: "But the college entrance examination is not so easy." After all, it is the college entrance examination, and the food rewarded by God has not yet reached the point of mouth.

"Why fight?" Tang Ren's slender eyelashes cast a small shadow, and he looked at his boyfriend again, with some emotions that Li Che couldn't understand hidden in his eyes.

"It's not me making excuses. Almost every time it's someone else looking for trouble. I reflect on it. Maybe it's because my face is too good." Li Che replied nonchalantly, but his eyes seemed to be attracted by Tang Ren's eyes. I can't help but want to look deeper.

"It's very good." Tang Ren didn't shy away from drawing his boyfriend's face with his two dark pupils, from the outline to the details, little by little, every single stroke, and even A light brown mole beside his temple was carefully swept away by him.

"What are you thinking about?" Li Che asked magnetically, in a low voice, but there was an indescribable concentration in the car.

Tang Ren was stunned, and Li Che asked, "Looking at your eyes, I feel that you are thinking about something that I would be very interested in. What are you thinking?"

Facing the child's abyssal cage-like eyes, Li Che adapted from trembling and nervousness at the beginning to enjoying curiosity and even becoming addicted.

Tang Ren's eyes darkened once, his Adam's apple slipped, but he didn't answer.

Li Che recalled the ideas Huang Mingfeng gave him, and felt that the timing was just right. He leaned to the side, withdrew his hot hand, touched Tang Ren's ear with his fingertips, and said, "Aren't you, Plato?" ?”

After asking the question, Li Che's three-footed face actually warmed up a little. This question made him look like some kind of hungry and thirsty old pervert. The dark eyes were stained with some pure doubts: "What is Plato?"

Li Che was stunned, and the little annoyance disappeared in an instant. The street gangster smiled and explained with great interest: "There is such a type of people who only talk about spirit when they are in love." He traced along Tang Ren's jawbone with his finger , Shen Sheng added: "Don't talk about the body."

Cinderella's clock rang at twelve o'clock and ran away, and the little sugar man raised the flag and left after raising the flag. With all the signs, it's hard not to put him on Plato's seat.

The cold earlobe in his hand became hot little by little, and the redness visible to the naked eye deepened.

"I'm not." Tang Ren paused, his scalp numb with gratitude from the touch of the other's fingertips, he grabbed his troublesome hand, and swirled in the car with a low voice: "I'm not Plato."

"I just... don't want to dirty you." This sentence was said very softly, dull and careful, hiding some imperceptible annoyance.

Li Che's heart skipped a beat, as if he heard some terrible speech.

It's really incredible, it's really earth-shattering, he kept scanning the children's expressions, he couldn't believe it.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" The gnashing of teeth was particularly obvious.

Tang Ren froze for a moment, followed the boyfriend's question and thought carefully for a few seconds. Immediately, both ears were dyed evenly and quickly, and the saturation was quite high.

"Me." He opened his mouth, feeling more and more... yellower.

"I didn't mean that." Tang Ren licked his lips, subconsciously asked himself: What does that mean?

How should he explain it?

"What does that mean?" Li Che raised his eyebrows, his heart itching uncomfortably.

"Yes..." Tang Ren's mind went blank. Seeing Li Che's brows and eyes gradually condensed, the condensed color still made his back stiff, he suddenly didn't want to explain so much.

It was the same anyway, no matter what the reason was, he simply didn't want to dirty such a beautiful person.

But now, as he stared at Li Che's unscrupulous expression, the arrogance in his heart that was not easy to control rose again and again.

I want to get dirty, use my own dirty hands, piece by piece, don't miss a place, get dirty.

He didn't say another word, he leaned forward and clamped his wickedly smiling lips, and touched his cheek with both hands almost reverently, polluting him carefully.

Li Che didn't expect him to kiss him so straightforwardly, the kiss was extraordinarily affectionate and gentle, the bewilderment was fleeting, he couldn't do it, it was easy to enjoy it happily.

As I get older, I really can't stand this kind of obedient and reckless little wolf dog.

He denied that he was Plato, but his behavior still made no progress.

After a kiss for a while, Li Che helplessly pursed his numb lips, and drove the car with a smile that couldn't calm down.

Maybe young.

Pure is pure, but too honest, too honest to be a bit wild.

Wild and deadly.

Li Che supported the edge of the car window with one hand and touched his forehead, his heartbeat was slow and slow.

Whether it is Plato or not, Li Che has already figured it out, this wild method, Plato's faction will not recognize this kind of member.

Li Che couldn't figure out what layer of dirt was in his mouth, combined with the previous abnormalities, the lingering ominous premonition in his mind could not be completely dispelled.

In fact, Li Che would rather that Tang Ren was Plato, lest he guess and fail to come up with a conclusion that would reassure him.

As long as he is free, he will think about it by himself, but he can't think of a good starting point to have a serious talk with the little sugar man. He is afraid that the people he cherishes will think too much, and the people he is used to will back off or even leave. .

But Li Che didn't expect the answer to come so quickly and hurt so much.

This day, he was busy with the communication in the Huizhou store at his work unit as usual, and the phone calls came one after another. After finally stopping for a while, the ring rang again, and he felt a little bored.

"It's broad daylight, what's up?"

The other side of the phone was very noisy, mixed with chaos and quarrels. Huang Mingfeng's voice was very penetrating and clearly conveyed to his ears: "Come to the store in No. 27, your children may need you to coax them."

Li Che frowned, got up and picked up his coat directly, and asked, "What do you mean? What's going on?"

Huang Mingfeng laughed, but his tone was very serious: "I just said that you fight hard, and your boyfriend may be even tougher than you. It's really a fucking family that doesn't come into the house."