Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

"Brother Meng." He tightened my back, "If I smile a few more times, how much would you like to please me?"

what? !

"Who, who likes you, how many times have I said it, I am a straight man, I don't like the kind of men."

"go to bed!"

I broke free from his embrace, lifted the quilt and buried myself in it, scolding myself for being stupid in my heart.

He Shi was in love during the letter period, and I followed along to join in the fun, and when his letter period passed, he might tease me again.

Meng Jianjun, wake up, he is a person who escaped marriage in the feudal society for his lover, why are you flirting with him here!

Prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony...

My heart gradually calmed down, and I recalled the inappropriate embarrassment just now in my mind, and activated the self-examination function.

Is it because you have been single for too long?

Although it is always said that He Shi is Lin Daiyu, the little princess, but he is a real man with swords and guns. I must have been widowed for too long, and any man can see flowers coming.

Sigh, should I think about falling in love? What will happen to the feedback from the public when the old fool who debuted for ten years compares to falling in love?

Although some old fans are urging me to get married every day, if I really get married, will they accept it?

Forget it, let’s use more girls on the short video to reverse the aesthetic bias. Recently, the big data feed knows that I love watching handsome guys in ancient costumes.

I fell asleep in my wild thoughts and dreamed.

In my dream, I arrived at the Huoyan Mountain, and the thick hot air seemed to be squeezed into the early train of the subway, making it difficult to breathe.But some part of my consciousness probably knew that it was because I was sleeping with my head covered in the quilt.

I wanted to wake up and get out of the quilt, but my mind was dizzy, and in a blink of an eye I came to a house on fire, and the clothes on my body had also turned into ancient costumes, and my skirt was on fire amidst the smoke and mist.

The flames burned through my underwear, and there was a clear tingling pain in my calf, which was as good as my little brother's feeling of rubbing chili oil, as if I was there.

Disclaimer, this is just a metaphor, I didn't want to put chili oil on it.

In the next second, the wooden door was knocked open, and a man rushed in, tall and strong, like one of the two men who threw the pot in the dream before.

He pulled me out, and splashed cold water on the corner of my skirt, relieving the annoying heat pain.

In the next second, I opened my eyelids and felt that He Shi was pulling me out of the quilt. In a daze, I heard him turn on the air conditioner.

"He Shi..."

"Woke you up?" He pulled down the quilt on me a little, "Don't sleep in the quilt, even a three-year-old knows that."

"Oh..." I'm not blaming you, what are you doing with such a pretty smile?

I bent down and touched my calf subconsciously. In fact, there was a birthmark on my calf, which was red. I heard Lao Meng tell me that when I was born, my grandfather frowned and touched it twice, saying that it was a disaster I suffered in my previous life.

He also said that I didn't have enough time to practice in my previous life, and I was not able to satisfy the disaster star repair. I was either short-lived or sinful, so I had such a red birthmark.

Lao Meng felt that his speech was unlucky and refused to let him continue.

But how can my grandfather be obedient and continue to talk about it, saying that the red birthmark has already repaired enough practice for me, and I will live a good life in this life.

Lao Meng didn't dislike it anymore and let him continue talking.

My grandfather continued to be disobedient, turned his head and changed the subject, and never mentioned the birthmark again.

I unconsciously rubbed it on my calf, He Shi frowned, stretched out his hand and lifted my trousers, the emotion in his eyes deepened.

"Brother Meng, have you ever been burned?"

"The birthmark is just too red. Whose burns are so flat?"

"Well, it should be a hideous and terrifying scar."

I felt that there was something in his words, but I didn't ask him directly if he remembered something, but said casually, "What? Has anyone been burned?"

"A former friend." He seemed to be trapped in emotion, and blurted out without much effort to recall.

"Is she okay?" I asked softly.

His lips quivered, and he suddenly cast his eyes over, staring at me closely.

Every time he looks at it like this, I feel that what he wants to express is not only what he said, but also just an intuition, or an illusion.

I waited for him to speak.

"He's fine." He answered me.

"Oh oh oh, it's fine." I was startled, and after speaking for such a long time, I thought it brought back some sad memories of him, "There must be blessings after a disaster, your friend will be smooth in the future, my grandpa always said that .”

He nodded, scratching my birthmark with his fingers.

His movements were too gentle, which instantly aroused goosebumps on half of my legs. I quickly put down my trousers and hid my calves under the quilt.

He stared at me blankly with ridicule in his eyes, probably because he disliked me for overreacting.

"Uh..." I didn't answer, rubbed my belly, got out of bed and walked out the door, "It's time for dinner, I'll go see what my mother cooks, you rest."

When I was about to go out, I turned around again, "It's up to you whether you leave or stay here. If you think of anything, you can tell me. I don't intend to drive you away."

I stepped on my slippers and walked out quickly. The birthmark on the inner calf seemed to be on fire. It didn’t hurt, but it made me itch

I ran to the kitchen, where Ms. Liang and Lao Meng were washing vegetables.

"Mom, what are you doing today?"

"I bought some mutton rolls, shabu-shabu." This is Lao Meng's favorite food, and he said it with a smile.

"Does Xiao He have any taboos?" Ms. Liang asked while humming her own ditty. "

"No, I don't know. Leave him a clear soup pot, and he will get angry in the morning."

I don't know the source of the letter period, but it is always a fever, and it is indeed lit. Although it is probably caused by lust and fire, it is always right to eat lightly.

I leaned against the door of the kitchen, watched them both busy, rolled up my sleeves to help, and took a step in, Ms. Liang seemed to have eyes in her back, and threw out a hand to knock me out.

"When you get married, there will be a lot of housework for you to do. What are you going to do now?" She waved her hands, "Go and find Xiao He, don't make trouble here."

"I dont go."

"Arguing?" Ms. Liang stopped what she was doing and spoke carefully.

"No."

The bright red decorations in the bedroom are all their intentions, I am reluctant to tear them down, now adding He Shi's letter, it looks like a petri dish for ambiguous factors, I feel awkward.

Ms. Liang didn't agree with my pale answer. She wiped her hands on the towel at hand, pushed the unfinished dishes in front of her to Lao Meng, took my arm, and pulled me to their master bedroom.

Like a neighborhood gossip, she took my hand and folded it in the palm of her hand, and even glanced at the door, which had the atmosphere of gossip on the street.

"Son, I know, you people who are in love are blind." She licked her lips, looking a little nervous.

She continued: "Xiao Yang told me a lot this morning."

Xiao Yang?He is not a talkative person, what can I say to make Ms. Liang so restless, I motioned her to continue.

Then for the next 10 minutes, Ms. Liang recounted to me the conversation between her and Xiao Yang this morning in her own home, with a voice that spoke ill of others behind her back. The amount of information was extremely low but the meaning was extremely rich.

To sum up, Xiao Yang learned from my mother that I did not have such a childhood as He Shi, so he suspected that He Shi was my affair in Nancheng, and told Liang about He Shi's live oolong and the like. Ma'am, the two of them came to the conclusion that our relationship is unreliable, and my motives for lying and "making a child" are suspicious.

One: I may have been deceived by He Shi.Two: I kidnapped He Shi, a simple little white flower.

This little Yang, I really don't know whether to be angry or to laugh. As an assistant, carefulness is of course a necessary quality. He Shi should be aware of the strangeness of his words and deeds.Over the past few days, he has always reminded me to be careful, overtly and secretly.

But don't get Ms. Liang here!How embarrassing, based on what Ms. Liang knew about me, he must have thought that I was out to seduce innocent little boys!

"Xiao Yang has been your assistant for five years, right? He will definitely not harm you, but mother also believes that Xiao He is a good boy, and you... I believe it for the time being, but you still have to keep your eyes open and wipe your eyes. Brighten your conscience, you know?"

"I know, I know." I responded with sweat on my forehead, making Ms. Liang feel at ease.But in fact, I didn't pay much attention to it. I know the details of He Shi very well. How can a person who has no one to rely on here have the energy to spoil his thoughts?

Besides, their judgments are all based on the "couple relationship" between He Shi and me, and the foundations are all wrong, so what reference value can the conclusions have.

I got up and was about to leave, when the sideways pocket vibrated, it was Xiao Yang's WeChat message.

[Zhuang Yang: Brother Meng, are you free recently?I have something to tell you. 】

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Meng: What bad thoughts could He Shineng have?

He: Well...why not?