Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

"Plum blossom... branch diagram?"

These five words spit out at least five transliterations from my mouth, and I dare not say anything else, but this painting, when I put it away, it was absolutely a blank sheet of paper.

I glanced at He Shi, and his eyes were not calm, as if he didn't know.

"Son? Your grandfather likes to eat pears. Is this a pear tree?" Lao Meng held the picture scroll with a disgusted expression on his face, probably because he thought the quality was too low and not worth the money.

When he said that, I was also puzzled.

There are bare branches in the painting, not to mention plum blossoms, there is not even a flower bone. Why do I think they are branches of plum blossoms?

"He Shi." I waved my hand to greet him, "What do you see in this portrait?"

"Red plum tree, the red plum tree that died and revived."

Ha, this is even more unreliable, even the recovery from death can be seen. I'm afraid he saw a moving picture.

After all, I've even seen time travel before, and there's nothing to be surprised about a painting appearing out of thin air.

Just as I wanted Lao Meng to put away the painting, suddenly a flash appeared in front of my eyes, as if I really saw the branches blooming. When I was dazed, a deep voice whispered to my left side, "When the plum blossoms bloom next year, I—"

The second half of the sentence was covered, so I couldn't hear it clearly.

"what?"

I asked subconsciously, but no one responded to me, and the other three people in the room didn't understand why.

Well, I probably sprained my brain, and I was hallucinating directly.Isn’t it often news that recovering from a serious illness turns on superpowers? I’m probably inspired by the artistic cells in my brain, and I can make up a big show when I see wood and branches.

When my neck is much better, go out for a walk, and use my eyes occupied by artistic cells to make good use of it. Maybe I can enter the backstage, switch to screenwriting, and walk on another road to the pinnacle of life.

While I was thinking wildly, Lao Meng had already put away the scroll, and he was talking about my grandfather, saying that he was an old urchin who gave his grandson such a broken painting to bluff people.

"Dad, where did my grandfather get this painting?"

This is also one of the purposes of my return to Haicheng this time. If I find the source of the painting, maybe I can unlock the secret of He Shi's origin.

"I don't know. Your grandfather can't wait to see eight masters a day. Maybe he bought a fake from some fairy."

"Dad, please help me find out, I think this painting... has a good relationship with me." After I finished speaking, I wanted to slap myself in the face. It was as if I was raped by my grandfather.

Lao Meng looked at me with disapproval, but finally nodded.

Afterwards, he and Ms. Liang continued to be caring parents, put down the fruit and left in a hurry. Ms. Liang educated Lao Meng while walking, blaming him for staying too long and delaying my getting along with He Shi, and her voice was so loud that I suspected that she was deliberately embarrassing me. .

It can only embarrass me.

General He has no shame, "Brother Meng, why do you say you have a relationship with painting, do you think you have a relationship with me?"

How should I put it, if I say no, it is really against my will. There are more than one billion people in our country, but he came to our house because it is not fate.

But if the answer is predestined, will this "bridal chamber wedding" be too ambiguous? He is wearing my clothes and has long hair fluttering, so much like a newlywed.

He is the bride, am I not the groom?

No, I'm a straight man, what am I thinking, really, there's nothing ambiguous about a relationship between friends.

"Yes, we are so destined, a fate that spans time and space."

"It turns out that Brother Meng thinks so much about our friendship."

He Shi looked down at me, I guarantee that the blush on his face was not reflected in the bedroom, it was probably caused by himself being gay.

"Why are you blushing?" I asked warily.

He glanced at me, lowered his eyelids again, and his eyelashes fluttered.I'm most afraid of him like this, typical Lin Daiyu's state, every time he shows such an expression, nothing good will happen.

"Brother Meng." He turned his gaze back to my eyes, "Probably the letter date is approaching."

If you heard me right, he was talking about the trust period, the omnipotent trust period, and the evil trust period. For me, these two words are the days when I was taken advantage of.

I tried to struggle, "He Shi, it's okay to be shy if you're shy, it's all because the atmosphere in my bedroom is too much like a love hotel, no—"

"Brother Meng." He interrupted me.

When he spoke in a serious manner, that kind of momentum is something that no one else can imitate and cannot stop. I retracted the lower half of my face into the quilt again, but his eyes burned through the quilt like fire, and there was nowhere to hide from me. shape.

"What I said is true."

I continued to struggle, "But, I read on the Internet, isn't the Qianyuan letter period once every six months? The shortest is three months, you... it's less than two months, right?"

He glanced up at the ceiling, pinching his chin with his fingers, "Brother Meng, as I said earlier, the phone is full of guesses and conjectures, and no one knows the truth better than me."

"That's what my letter was supposed to be," he emphasized.

"All right, all right, you have the final say on how your neck can move." I didn't refute him again.

Firstly, there is no way to verify the facts, and secondly, it will appear that I am narcissistic. He will definitely stare at his tea-stained eyes and say, Brother Meng, you don’t think I’m happy with you again, do you? It's just a letter period.

Real gold is not afraid of fire, and a real straight man is not afraid of being gay. I meditate in my heart, isn't it just clinging, isn't it just hugging, isn't it just sleeping together...

Wait, sleep together?

The hotel is okay, no one will go in except Xiao Yang, but now it is at my parents' house, Ms. Liang may come in at any time, if I let him sleep in my room, it will be a hammer under the nose of someone.

"He Shi, do you have to... sleep together?"

"You don't want to?" He Shi lowered his eyebrows, and put his fingertips on the hem of his jacket, "Yes, I should have troubled Brother Meng for so long, and I should be tired."

"..." I narrowed my eyes and carefully studied his expression for a while, and came to a conclusion, "Tell me the truth, have you watched "A Dream of Red Mansions"?"

He looked at the ceiling again, "In my spare time, I read a little."

"Don't look at it, don't look at it." I stiffened my neck and raised my hand as a stop gesture. I was already delicate, so I couldn't bear it if I followed Sister Lin.

However, he didn't think so, "Brother Meng, although you are a character in the book, you often mentioned that you probably like her like that. If I learn more, you will definitely feel less tired."

Me: "Speak well, don't be so gay."

Him: "What is...give?"

I am willing to help others, "gay is with you, it should be that Qianyuan likes Qianyuan, and Kunze likes Kunze? How do you divide the mean? Can you like the same gender?"

But he didn't answer the question, and his expression was inexplicably lonely, "Qianyuan's wife can only be Kunze, and Zhongyong can only be a concubine."

In my world, it is a difficult mode for lovers to get married in ancient times. They have to worry about their rank and choose their family background.

Unexpectedly, in He Shi's world, it turned out to be a hell mode. In addition to the obstruction in the secular world, there is also discrimination of the second sex.

I suddenly thought of He Shi's escape from marriage, and asked tentatively, "Have you remembered why you escaped from marriage?"

He looked at me deeply, his eyes seemed to contain a thousand words, but he only said one sentence, "I never thought of it."

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