My little dad, you can't afford to mess with me

The strategic rebellion of two gentlemen.

Audi parked in the parking lot of the square in front of the station and bought two platform tickets.

All the luggage is only a backpack, thousands of miles away from home, like elopement, when a train passing Yangcheng roared, two men ran into the platform frantically, and they squeezed onto the train before the conductor closed the door.

It wasn't until the train started slowly, throwing the soap-pot-like passengers back and forth several times, that the two of them were pushed to the door before they finally stood still. He held on to his hand and never let go.

A 37-year-old man has never taken a domestic train, not even once.

The crowd was boiling like dumplings, and the air was quite turbid. Even so, it couldn't hide the excitement and curiosity that flashed in the man's eyes.

In the corner next to the car door, Shang Yuxian leaned against the wall of the car, no one could touch him, and the young man in front of him protected him well.Shen Lang faced him, blocked the people behind him, supported the carriage with both arms, and wrapped Shang Yuxian in his arms.

The train going somewhere suddenly accelerated, making the people in the train unable to stand still.Shang Yuxian's forehead hit the young man's chin, and San Lang pressed against him tightly. He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, rubbing his lips against his soft hair. When Shang Yuxian looked up at him, he also stared at him. The other party's red eyes.

At this moment, it doesn't matter where is ahead or whether you will come back.

The young man's neck felt the man's breath. He rested his pillow on his shoulders, and slowly stretched his hands into his open down jacket. His fingertips brushed across the young man's waist, and his arms gently embraced him.

I can feel that I am relying on him.

San Lang turned his head slightly, bent his arms supported on the carriage, rubbed the back of his head and cervical spine distressedly, and rubbed his cheeks against his hair.

Shang Yuxian looked up at him, his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep.

The two did not speak, and looked at each other out of focus for a long time.

Let go of tens of millions every minute, let go of working hard while young, there is an illusion of being far away from the world, he clings to him, he is hugged by him, there is no lust, only emotion.

Two men, leaving everything behind, ran away from the whole world.

Can Lang couldn't bear to look away, and whispered: "Let's go eat, if we can't make up for the ticket, it seems that we can buy a seat in the dining car."

"I don't want to move." Wrapping his eyes, looking at the other party for a moment, Shang Yuxian tightened his arms, "I don't have any appetite."

"You can't stand still, you don't have a good rest, be obedient," San Lang looked at the carriage number above, and calculated that there were about four or five carriages passing through, "Wait for me at the same place, I'll go to pay the fare, you stand Here, don't talk to strangers, don't go anywhere."

Shang Yuxian grabbed his shirt tightly: "Let's go together."

"It's too crowded, you wait for me where you are." The down jacket almost wrapped the two of them, San Lang lowered his head and kissed the top of his head, turned around and squeezed into the crowd without saying anything.

I don't know if it's because the man's aura is too strong, or because he looks incompatible with the situation in a tailored suit. After Shen Lang left, no one squeezed in within one meter of the car door.

Not long after, Shen Lang came back from the fare replacement office and led Shang Yuxian towards the front of the car.

The two passed through several carriages, and Shang Yuxian asked him, "Where are you going?"

In the crowded aisle, San Lang turned back and grabbed his arm, "I'll make up for you with a high-pack soft berth, go eat first, and then you go to rest." Someone in the hard-seat car fell asleep while sitting, with legs stretched far, Shen Lang Ron followed him with outstretched arms. "Jump over."

"Don't eat...let me down first, what is a high-pack soft sleeper?"

"A mobile five-star premium soft sleeper, a single room, we get off in the middle of the night, you can still sleep for four hours." Shen Lang protected the person in front of him with his arms, and squeezed his hand all the way forward.

After passing through several carriages with hard sleepers, and then through the soft sleeper area.

The ears are finally quiet.

It was early to turn off the lights, and the aisle in front of the soft sleeper was pitch black.

Shen Lang slowed down, brushing his somewhat messy hair: "It would be great if you got off the plane directly in Yangcheng, I'll go find you after filming the commercial, but I'm tossing around alone, why are you and I suffering this? "

Shang Yuxian lowered his eyes: "'Going together all the way' and 'gathering in places' are two different things."

The young man stopped suddenly, stunned in place.

Pulling his hands and being dragged back by him, Shang Yuxian turned his head, followed by his body, his eyes were full of tenderness: "It's like 'grow old together' and 'see you at the old place in 50 years' ——When I think about it, it's a pity that I couldn't spend those years with you."

San Lang: "..."

Really froze for a long time.

Shen Lang suddenly came back to his senses, opened Gaobao's door, found a small wall lamp in the dark, and turned on the warm yellow light.For long-distance trains, the environment is really good, like a very delicate small bedroom, with only one soft sleeper, and a small coffee table and a single sofa opposite.

After Shang Yuxian finished his previous words, Shen Lang didn't meet his eyes.

The young man put his backpack on the bed, said, "I'll change the tickets and I'll be back soon," turned around and left, his heart beating violently, and was moved by the uncle's understatement so much that he just wanted to cry.

It would be great if I could meet you sooner.

Shang Yuxian sat on the sofa in front of the window, raised his eyes tiredly, with a smile on his lips: "Come back soon."

Shen Lang looked back at him: "Okay."

The figure in the moonlight, the eyes with moonlight flowing, the picture of raising the eyes and smiling, and the voice of "grow old together" and "see you in the old place 50 years later", they may be etched in the youth forever. in mind.

Fifty years later, Shang Woo-hyun will be almost 50 years old.

He will become a handsome and handsome old man. By that time, the young man will not be such a handsome young man with high spirits. He must be so old that when he laughs at the other party's "legs and feet", he will squeeze out heavy wrinkles on his face.

Time is like an oxidant, all the coquettish pictures will gradually turn yellow, even so, until the last breath, they will be fascinated by each other.

Both of them are people who will never look back and persevere once they are fascinated, bewitched, possessed, or addicted.

San Lang came back again, followed by a conductor who pushed the dining car.

After the food was put on the table, the conductor left, and the two ate face to face. He insisted on pouring a glass of kiwi fruit juice for Shang Yuxian, saying it was "supplementing vitamin C" to prevent colds, and forced him to drink it.

The door of the Gaobao was open, and a child was sleeping, quarreling and refusing to sleep, running back and forth in the aisle holding a hydrogen balloon.Pink and red balloons.There are always one or two times when it seems that they have dropped their hands deliberately, just floating at their door.

The naughty child ran over here, passed by, glanced at it as if nothing had happened, and then ran away as if nothing had happened.

After a while, he ran back again, with curious eyes, looking at the faces of Cancan and Shangshang,

This time, the brat stayed for a while, peeking at them through the door.

When Shang Yuxian wiped the corner of the young man's lips with a tissue, he inadvertently raised his eyes and looked over. The child turned sideways with a smile, "Ha...ha..." and ran away with a smile.

San Lang looked at the door strangely, and picked up a ripe and beautiful apple: "Are you hungry, kid?"

"No." Shang Yuxian put the beef into his mouth calmly, "He was thinking, should he call you uncle, or..."

"Of course it's brother," San Lang interrupted him, "I will always be the big brother."

"Maybe the kid thought so before," Shang Yuxian smiled dotingly, "But when he saw your boyfriend, he might feel very confused. Didn't you see him staring at me all the time?"

Shen Lang's face was hot: "Uncle, that kid is clearly staring at the meat on your plate."

"Is that so?" Shang Yuxian tensed his chin seriously, "Although I don't have the habit of eating alone..." He stood up, "It's time for us to sleep, I'll close the door."

"Don't... don't lock it up yet, he will come back," San Lang said hastily, "If you keep the child outside, he will think that he is hated, and he will have a rebellious mentality and... psychological shadow... which will affect his life. lifetime……"

"It sounds serious." Shang Yuxian raised his eyebrows and pondered for a while, "Also, if we close the door, I'm afraid he will... be more confused."

San Lang: "..."

Uncle is not an ordinary person who makes people want to die.

Shen Lang walked towards the door and looked at the dark corridor: "Anyway, don't close the door, I'll go to the bathroom, and I'll talk to the child later..."

Before the words were finished, a soft voice came from behind——

"Can we wait until 50 years from now?"

San Lang turned back to look at him.

Shang Yuxian stared over, "Actually, sometimes, I am also very confused."

Shen Lang was slightly taken aback, then laughed softly: "Extremely confused? Then go to the community and apply for a 'Certificate of Extreme Poverty'."

Saying that with a smile, he looked out of the dark car window opposite him in a blink of an eye.

I also want to grow old with you by accident.

When Shen Lang went to the bathroom and came back, Gao Bao's wall lamp was dimmed, glowing warm yellow, and the tableware had been removed.

The "confused" little boy was lying next to Shang Yuxian, wearing a red Fuwa costume like a fire hydrant, showing off his latest collection of game cards to the uncle.

The two were chatting and laughing, and when they saw Shen Lang coming back, the child showed shyness in his eyes, jumped to the ground and said, "Little aunt, you're back, so I'm going out?"

Shen Lang: "??????????"

……

aunt? ? ! !

Hold.

Shen Lang stayed at the door, the child passed by him, turned his head and winked at Shang Yuxian, stepped out pretendingly, bowed squarely, and closed the door with a "crash".

Shen Lang's whole body was stiff, a little bit of ice, and as the door closed, the ice cracked with a "crash": "Auntie, what the hell..."

Shang Yuxian glanced at him calmly, leaning on the bed: "A child's intuition."

Shen Lang walked over: "Nonsense, the status of the head of my family is unshakable!"

Shang Yuxian responded with a smile: "Yes, my lord."

The lights in Gaobao were dim, and it was already eleven o'clock.

I don't know which station we passed, the train stopped and left again, and San Lang chatted with him for a while, muttering, "It's getting late, you should go to bed first, good night, I'll wake you up when we arrive," sitting in a single seat in a hurry. The sofa, covered himself with a down jacket.

"Sam Lang."

When the clothes covered the head, a low voice came from the bed: "Come to me."

The cold moonlight poured on the ceiling of the carriage through the window screens. Two hydrogen balloons were left here by the children, and they were placed on the ceiling and were swayed by the train.

The group of figures not far from him moved to the side, and the man's expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness.

"Come here, come to me."

he said to him.

"Come sleep in my arms."

The metal wheels buckled on the rails made a creaking sound.

"Ah."

As the train passed through the mountain tunnel, it made an ear-splitting muffled noise.

On the narrow soft sleeper, he hugged him sideways, with his arms around his waist and his legs hooked.

"Uncle, what on earth did you say to the brat? Why did he stop making trouble suddenly? Couldn't it be 'sleepy' and drive him away... or something like that."

"Say it's peek-a-boo, let him hide it."

"What, what, is he still hiding?"

"Who knows."

"..."

"So, you asked him to call me little aunt?"

"I do not have."

"Come on, a child of this age can distinguish between men and women, a strong and handsome man like me..."

"I just say I'm your husband."

"..."

Back in Yangcheng, out of the train station, my teeth chattered from the cold.

The temperature in the south is much higher than that at home, but it is not warm at night. The young man put on his business windbreaker and took off his thick down jacket to wrap around Shang Yuxian, for fear that he would catch a cold if he just woke up from the cool breeze.

The two men stood facing each other, standing in front of the train station square, and San Lang hugged him tightly to protect him from the wind, like two scarecrows on night watch being blown by a strong wind.

In a city that is not too familiar, no one cares about their gender, age and status.

Although Mr. Driver repeatedly emphasized that the five-star hotel is a little expensive, Shang Yuxian still stood outside the hotel door for a while, hesitating for a while, turning up the young man's collar and tightening it: "We live here, okay?"

Young people complain: Five-star hotels are not good, where else do you want to live?

The courtyard of [-] acres of garden and green land is surrounded by a small lake with rippling blue waves. It must be beautiful if it is not winter.

Shang Yuxian looked around the antique decoration in the lobby critically, and successively used a series of words such as "Because it is near the water area, it is very cold outside", "It is three in the morning again", "If you are not used to living here, we will change places at dawn". I convinced myself of the reason, and finally decided the idea of ​​"I'm going to check in".

The uncle asked the young man if he sat on the sofa and waited for him, the young man nodded, "Really?" The young man nodded again.Shang Yuxian was relieved a lot, and after three to five seconds, he confirmed with worry: "Do you really think it's okay to live here?"

Shen Lang sat on the large and warm sofa, said with a smile: "It's very good here, really, very good."

The lady at the front desk showed an aggrieved smile like "This is the number one hotel in this city": "... May I ask that Mr. Xiao's ID card... is it convenient..."

Shang Yuxian: "It's not convenient."

The lady at the front desk: "...Mr...."

Shang Yuxian: "Do you need a marriage certificate?"

She shook her lips, "Sir, we are also following the rules... and the process..."

Shang Yuxian had no expression on his face: "I'm here to stay, not to surrender."

"Mine is here."

The uncle suffered from stubbornness, and Shen Lang walked over awkwardly, took out his wallet and took out his ID card and handed it to her, grabbed Shang Yuxian's wrist, and naturally took his hand: "That... oh yes, tomorrow is the first day! Where are you going to play?"

"You decide." He responded lightly.

Shen Lang was not usually anxious. The young lady who was typing on the keyboard must be studying the birth date of the two people, otherwise how could it take so long? Could she be thinking about something?For example, what is the relationship between these two?What style of room does the hotel arrange for two gay men?

At this time, there were no guests in the hotel, and the chandeliers were all turned off, only the wall lamps were shining. Shang Yuxian, the young lady at the front desk, looked at the dark place calmly.

Shang Yuxian is shy?

"Are you looking at a painting?" San Lang pointed to a dark corner, "Are you looking at that landscape painting?"

"Well, yes." So he stared intently at the ink painting on the wall (which he hadn't noticed before) (which he couldn't see clearly at all).

The only sound in the hotel lobby is the old-fashioned clock crawling and typing on the keyboard, rattling—tattling——

The lady at the front desk raised her eyes cautiously, and her eyes quickly turned back on Shen Shen and Shang Shang.

Shen Lang smiled dryly: "That... eh?"

Suddenly, Shang Yuxian's hand fell on Shen Lang's arm.

Shen Lang tensed up like an electric shock, and swallowed half a sentence.

After a while, the hand rested on the young man's shoulder again, after thinking for a while, it moved to his back again, and suddenly the hand trembled... When San Lang felt that the roots of his hair stood up, he stroked his waist and tightened it up.

He was gently hugged into his arms.

When the lady at the front desk raised her head again, she looked at the two of them sticking together on one side and one on the right, she immediately showed her aunt's gaze, and settled the honeymoon lake view room properly: "Breakfast is on the second floor, it's seven o'clock in the morning clock, it's nine o'clock."

San Lang smiled unnaturally, "Oh, thank you."

The lady at the front desk: "The underground bar is until eleven o'clock at night, and the sixth floor is a sauna room. Check out at twelve o'clock noon... Also, a standard room?"

Shen Lang: "...Huh?"

The lady at the front desk smiled: "Is it a standard room? Or a double room?"

"Want to write an academic research paper on guest room registration?" Shang Yuxian looked up at her, still expressionless, "If you can find a standard room in your honeymoon room, I'd be happy."

The lady at the front desk: "..."

Shen Lang tilted his head, his peach blossom eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Shang Yuxian's face in surprise.

His face was flushed!

Shang Yuxian showed no expression: "We don't need wake-up calls, room service, breakfast coupons, reminder calls, we don't need any of them, just don't bother us."

"Okay, okay." She handed back the room card and ID card to him, very unwilling but had to follow the procedure, stubbornly, and muttered inaudiblely: "That... sir... if you need... ...an extra bed is available..."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

Finally unable to bear it any longer, he closed his eyes in silence.

After entering the elevator, Shang Yuxian let out a bulging breath.

Suddenly feel...

The young man finally couldn't bear it anymore, pushed himself into the man's arms, and laughed so hard that his eyes were full of tears.

Shen Lang: "Old baby, your embarrassing look is really enchanting."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

It was dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. I heard that this is the lake view room with the most direct view. You can see the beautiful scenery from every window. Looking at the swaying tree shadows outside the window, you share the same beer and go into the bathroom together.

Shang Yuxian leaned back in the jacuzzi and whispered, "You've been busy all day, but you're still so energetic, are you sleepy?"

San Lang just washed his hair, got into the bathtub, squinted his peach blossom eyes full of interest, played with his hands, watched him dozing off, couldn't help but leaned down and gnawed his mouth, "I love you so much!" gone?"

He didn't hide either, and let him kiss randomly.

Shen Lang said vaguely: "Sitting all night, my waist is about to break, and you didn't rub it for me."

Shang Yuxian: "...Who has been with you all night, and his waist is about to break?"

Shen Lang: "I'm tired of taking the train."

Shang Yuxian: "Speak more carefully."

The man looked away, raised his hand and kneaded the young man's shoulder.The young man's body warmed up, the fingers on his shoulders were too gentle, and his whole heart was soft in the warmth.

The heart of the sky is full and the moon is full, and the branches of flowers are full of spring.

"Hold you out."

"Do not."

"Only hug once."

The man's face is dark.

Youth vowed.

"I promise, I won't hug in the future, I really only hug once."

"..."

Shang Yuxian is 1.8 meters tall and has a well-proportioned figure. It is reasonable to say that he is not the type of small bird that can make people think of "holding him up".

In the mist in the bathroom, San Lang stared at him with dim eyes, looked at his bare feet, "I really want to," and then, without waiting for the other party's consent, the young man lifted Shang Yuxian up with his arms , knocked open the bathroom door and put him on the king bed.

The temperature of the air conditioner was 22°C, and the night lights were dim. Shen Lang lifted the quilt to cover him.

Just leaning over to say something to him, Shang Yuxian grabbed the quilt tightly and stared at him with red eyes.

The young man suddenly laughed softly, and slowly approached his face, kissing the corners of his reddened eyes, "Honey, happy honeymoon."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

Shen Lang stared at his anger: "You can also ask me to listen, husband and wife, whatever."

Shang Yuxian squinted his eyes: "Don't shout, we haven't confirmed the relationship yet."

Shen Lang froze for a moment, then frowned: "Aren't you sure?"

Shang Yuxian lowered his eyes: "Didn't you young people always say 'not enough lovers', we are at most... not enough lovers, or not enough husband and wife."

"Not full?" The young man held the man into his arms with a smirk, and bit the corner of his lips, "Forget about today, I will fill you up sooner or later."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

San Lang stared at him, lightly brushed the hair on his forehead with his fingertips, and pressed his lips against his forehead, "Why don't you talk?"

Shang Yuxian closed his eyes, as if he was very sleepy: "It's nothing, I'm just in a daze."

Shen Lang: "Be sure to call me next time."

"Huh?" He opened his eyes and looked at him blankly.

Shen Lang raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled brightly and elegantly: "Call me together, for the next 50 years, I can be in a daze with you."

Shang Yuxian pursed his lips: "Okay."

The young man's lips pressed against the man's forehead, and he did not leave for a long time.

Kissing him gently, with lips and tongues intertwined softly, the hot palm clasped the man's back, making him close to his heart, the young man instinctively hugged him tighter, tighter, tighter.

The young man's lips swung from the corners of his lips, slid to the bottom of his ears, and rubbed against his face:

"Good night, old darling?"

"OK, good night."

The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard, stretching out the curled up body, the pillow was warm and a little high, hugged and moved it, but the pillow was so heavy that the young man woke up.

I don't know when he changed his sleeping position at night, but at this time he was lying on his stomach, comfortably pillowing the man's firm belly, sleeping dimly.

Shang Yuxian rested his head high, held his mobile phone, and stared at the screen with lowered eyes. There was a cup of hot coffee on the bedside table, and he leaned over from time to time to take a sip.Sometimes when I was free, I stretched out a hand, gently brushed the young man's cheeks and eyelashes with the fingertips, and rubbed his hair.

I heard the sound of making a big noise in the Wu Zang Temple, gurgling.

Shen Lang closed his eyes and asked vaguely, "Are you hungry?"

Shang Yuxian was stunned: "Woke you up?"

San Lang snatched his cup: "Drinking coffee on an empty stomach will speed up the loss of calcium. When you get old and your legs and feet are not flexible, I can't carry you on your back."

He smiled: "Come here."

Shang Yuxian asked him to read WeChat, which was in English, and Shen Lang asked him to translate it, as if he was in trouble.

Shang Yuxian said: "A classmate in the United States, whose family was in distress, cried to me last month that his wife would smash things when she was angry, throwing her anger on things, and everything in the house fell, please let me persuade his wife. "

San Lang: "You and his wife are also very close?"

Shang Yuxian: "Well, from the same school, the women's basketball team." He lifted him up, and the two went to the bathroom. "I called his wife last week and told her to cherish things. It's not easy to support a family. Besides, don’t you have to buy the broken things yourself?”

The two brushed their teeth together, and Shen Lang tilted his head to look at him, "The girl who plays basketball is very tough, isn't she, has she listened to your advice?"

"Well, correct the shortcomings unconditionally, and the family is much better." Shang Yuxian nodded vaguely, "Actually, she also understands, after all, it's wrong to vent your anger on things."

Shen Lang: "I didn't expect you to be an expert in negotiating. Your friend is grateful to you, right?"

Shang Yuxian: "No, his wife doesn't throw things now, she just throws it on his face when she gets angry."

San Lang: "..."

Shang Yuxian: "I haven't gone to work for a few days. I am afraid that people will see that his face was scratched by his wife. Although his colleagues know that his wife is a famous King Kong Barbie, it is not unreasonable for neighbors and pedestrians to see him on the way to work." good."

Shen Lang: "Then how did you untie him?"

Shang Woo-hyun: "I have to suggest that he hold a cat in his arms every time he leaves the house before the wound heals."

San Lang: "..."

Shen Lang was silent, and stared at him tenderly: "Shang Yuxian, if I make you angry in the future, will you scratch my face too?"

The two looked at each other for a while, both thought they would look at each other and smile, but Shang Yuxian just moved the corners of his mouth.

After a while, he asked in a low voice: "San Lang, will you give me a chance to get angry with you in the future?"

Shang Yuxian's gaze was entwined with the young man's, and he suddenly restrained his smile, and then asked: "You said, do we really have a future?"

Shen Lang was slightly stunned and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Will there be a future?" The man's tone became serious, tough and paranoid, and repeated again and again, "Tell me, will we have a future?"

Shen Lang looked directly at him: "Yes."

I promise you a future.

Uncle is too unconfident.

Shen Lang wiped off the mouthwash: "Uncle, there is a very good saying on the Internet - mature people don't care about the past, smart people don't care about the present, and open-minded people don't care about the future."

As he said that, he wiped off the foam from the corner of Shang Yuxian's mouth, turned around and walked into the room, "Where are you going to play today, hurry up and change your clothes, I heard your stomach growling just now..."

The living room was quiet.

Shen Lang put on his shoes in the entrance, and just stood up, when suddenly he was embraced by a man behind him!

Shang Yuxian's arms imprisoned him, preventing Shen Lang from turning around, preventing him from seeing his expression.

Close to the young man's ear, he whispered, "San Lang, I'm just not mature enough, smart enough, or open-minded enough; I care about your past, present, and future."

"...Old Shang," San Lang panicked, and wanted to look back at him, but he was restrained tightly, "What's wrong with you..."

"I remember, you used to tell me about the 'trash theory', you said, you want to be a needed person—Shan Lang, now I tell you, I need you," Shang Yuxian paused, like He let out a chuckle, "In the future... in the future, when you are 40 years old, if you meet me on the street with people coming and going in winter, maybe I will grow white hair, or maybe I will become stale. Would you still hug a 50-year-old uncle like this?"

Taohua's eyes were open, and she couldn't see his expression.

With his back turned to him, the young man heard the man's hoarse voice:

"In this life, I have never been so afraid of the future and hated time as I am now; I have never been so timid and afraid to make plans for my future; life is like a parabola, you will become better and better, and I will soon Aging, in the future, will you give me a chance to get angry with you?"

Because of what Shen Lang said in the taxi, "a tea restaurant that is both affordable and delicious", so he was heading to Fuchun Tea House at this time. Shen Lang planned to have morning tea first, and then go to the lake.

"Grandpa likes tea, you can accompany me to buy a new year gift for grandpa first." Shang Yuxian flipped through his phone for a while, "There is a place where you can buy it, and grandpa will definitely like it very much."

Shen Lang didn't even think about it: "Okay."

Only when I got to the place did I find out that the so-called buying tea by the business manager——

at this time.

The two were in the private booth on the second floor of the auction venue.

Below the guardrail is the auction hall, where the bidding is in full swing.

Auctioneer: "...Maojian, one kilogram, the starting price is 15 yuan, and each bid is 5000 yuan... 15 yuan, 5 yuan, and someone on the left bids 16 yuan..."

The private room on the second floor was dark.

Basically, it is a place prepared for high-ranking officials or celebrities. The security measures and sound insulation are excellent, and the scene downstairs can be seen at a glance, but the inside cannot be seen clearly from the outside.

Shang Yuxian moved slowly, holding the teapot and pouring tea for Shen Lang.

"Good tea is like a real diamond. Ordinary people can't buy it even if they have money. For example, there are only six tea trees in Wuyi Mountain, and the mother tree has long stopped picking. The last time was 13 years ago, 20 grams were picked and sent to the National Museum. Currently on the market Wuyishan Dahongpao, all of them are fake."

Shang Yuxian asked San Lang to sit beside him, he raised his chin downwards, and then said to him, "Look over there, the one who is secretly pointing his finger is hinting at the auction; there is also that man, with his glasses off... "

"Where?"

Shen Lang looked down, it was not the same as the diamond auction seen in the movie, there were no women, and I don't know how many of them were photographed for drinking tea, most likely they were used for other purposes.

Shang Yuxian bid the price twice just now, and was suppressed. If his identity was traced by a troublemaker, but he kept asking for a low price, it would cause commotion in the industry.So he stopped raising the placard and concentrated on chatting with the young man.

"Usually, at this stage, the real famous teas will be cut off by high-ranking officials and celebrities, just like diamonds. Don't look at ordinary people wearing diamonds. Really good things are rarely circulated in the market."

Shen Lang was quite touched: "That's right, ah, Director Zhao, I have a diamond ring. I went to the gold shop a while ago to try to make a new one, but they picked up the diamond and threw it aside, leaving only the platinum. People said that it was not worth much, but Director Zhao said that it was very expensive when she bought it..."

Speaking of this, San Lang paused, lowered his head and fiddled with his hands.

Quiet for a while.

San Lang raised his left hand and put a simple ring on his middle finger: "So, the ring is also very beautiful, we will wear it together in the future."

Shang Yuxian was startled.

--us.

Meeting the clear peach blossom eyes, the man looked at him carefully, his thin lips slightly raised: "A pair of simple platinum rings, do you want to wear them together?"

Shen Lang took it for granted: "Yes."

Shang Yuxian looked at him, looking at him a little uncomfortable, suddenly realized something, he blinked: "I mean...cough, after marriage..."

"it is good."

Shang Yuxian also turned his face away, the corners of his lips curled up imperceptibly.

It's over, the atmosphere is pink again.

a long time.

Shang Yuxian suddenly asked, "What time is it?"

"10:30," San Lang looked at his phone, "Do you really want to buy those teas?"

Shang Yuxian: "Yes."

Can Lang made a small pile of gestures, "There is only so much in one kilogram, give it to my grandfather?"

Shang Yuxian looked at his face: "It's worth it."

The mood is unclear.

Incomparable happiness.

Still a little apprehensive.

For the first time in his life, he couldn't see the future clearly, and every step he took was not within his plan—in front of the youth, he was an elder, and in the days to come, he would become the youth's lover, big brother, best friend, confidant, Even the elders, his father, he is his role model - but now Shang Yuxian can't even judge accurately which step ahead is bumpy or dangerous, and how to lead the youth without hesitation.

Shang Yuxian smiled bitterly: "Are you bored?"

Shen Lang yawned: "Well, if I had known it would be so boring, I wouldn't have come to the auction with you. For tea, there is a tea shop by the roadside. You can buy a box of it."

Shang Yuxian rubbed his forehead, picked up his face and kissed it, from the corner of his eyes, pried his lips and sucked carefully.

Shen Lang was a little dazed: "Shang..."

The man kissed the bottom of his ear: "You are tired, I will end their performance."

"—44...44...5..."

"You can go." Shang Yuxian stood up and helped the young man up.

The two walked out of the private room.

Shen Lang walked with his head buried, Shang Yuxian suddenly stopped, and he bumped into his back.

Shang Yuxian: "70."

San Lang: "..."

There was commotion at the auction site.

The auctioneer was excited: "——70... VIP No. 70 upstairs, asking for 70, is there anyone to answer the price, [-] once..."

Shang Yuxian didn't look back, took his hand, walked towards the stairs from the VIP exit, and threw the bidding number plate to the staff in the corridor.

Surrounded by several staff members.

The voices in the hall behind him can still be heard clearly.

"—70 twice..."

In the corridor on the first floor.

He looked at the auction table with a smile, his eyes glowed with the light that he must win.

As long as he wants something that Mr. Shang likes, and it doesn't break the law, there are very few times when he can't get it.

Shang Yuxian turned around and looked at his silent appearance.

From his subtle expression, he noticed the abnormality of the youth, brushed his fingertips over his nose, and whispered: "This batch of tea is really worth the price."

The corner of Shen Lang's mouth twitched: "If my grandfather knew that you bought him two catties of tea with 70 yuan, he would definitely not want to drink it, and would call us prodigal sons."

Then he frowned, and said helplessly, "No matter how valuable it is, it's just a handful of tea. 70 yuan can help many children study. In fact, you don't have to treat me like this..."

Shang Yuxian stared at him: "I do charity, but I'm not a good person, San Lang, I don't care about how much I spend on you and grandpa, so don't care about it either."

San Lang: "..."

The SomethingFour that Shang Yuxian gave him, in addition to the priceless mutton fat white jade bracelet, the other three plus hot spring villas, add up to more than 2000 million.

San Lang is not poor now, but his mentality has not changed from before.

But he still frowned, with a cold face, and he still felt sorry for the 70 yuan who changed a small handful of tea leaves. He was not very happy, and felt that it was not economical and practical to drink the tea leaves in one gulp.

Is this the difference in values ​​or something between two people with different growth backgrounds?

Shang Yuxian shook his hand: "Grandpa is getting old, how many decades can he live? Old tea culture is popular now, and one's life is for a lifetime, nothing is important, let the old man taste it, don't tell him The price, just say it’s not cheap, that’s fine.”

San Lang: "..."

The young man ignored him, and he begged again, for fear that San Lang would get annoyed and turn around and say no to buying.

He didn't realize at all that at this time, he was like a man who wasted money outside, explaining the reason for his extravagance while apologizing to his newly married lover.

"—70 for the last time!"

He took his hand and coaxed softly: "Okay, let's not make an example."

"It didn't cost me any money, so it's none of my business..."

"Ok?"

Shen Lang sighed: "It's okay."

"--make a deal!"

The two walked towards the side door of the venue.

The two took a taxi and planned to rent a car for transportation. They were thinking about their own thoughts along the way, but neither of them spoke.Driving towards Slender West Lake, Shen Lang glanced at Shang Yuxian several times, seeing that he was engrossed in looking at the scenery, and didn't bother to find a topic.

Without the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, Yangcheng is more leisurely and peaceful.

Drive through Wenchang Road, the main road in the city, and see the stone pagoda of the Tang Dynasty and the Wenchang Pavilion of the Ming Dynasty.

Shang Yuxian looked at the ancient buildings on both sides of the road, and suddenly murmured: "Ten years of dreaming of Yangzhou, I won the honor of being a brothel."

"You can pull it down," Shen Lang looked at the tree hanging on the branch by the roadside, and snorted softly, "I think it should be...thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and ten thousand paths of people disappear."

The driver sighed and said: "Our hometown is good. You came at the wrong time. What the ancients said, the fireworks are in March!"

"That's true," Shang Yuxian smiled, "April Qionghua and August osmanthus, these two seasons are the best. The cold winter and the twelfth lunar month are really inappropriate, and midsummer will feel hot. It's the wrong time for us to choose."

Shen Lang is usually not a hypocritical person. When he heard "the time is wrong", he suddenly felt a little bit touched, and repeatedly chewed the sentence in his mouth: "The time is wrong, the time is wrong."

If there is a solution to everything in the world, probably the most helpless thing is "the time is wrong".

All mistakes related to time are so helpless. If I meet you at another time, the process and ending may be different.

Shen Lang looked at him intently: "There is no watershed between too early or too late; too early or too late, it doesn't matter, we are just right, Shang Yuxian, do you understand?"

Shang Yuxian didn't seem to hear it, but just cast his eyes blindly at the wet and cold roadside, his eyes were always far away, quietly, looking at the scenery outside the window.

In the light of sunlight and snow, the window of the car is like a frame, he is the person in the painting, and everything becomes a flowing ink background.

Shen Lang has always felt that Shang Yuxian's eyebrows and appearance are handsome, otherwise he would not have thought of "the most beautiful person" immediately when he saw "the most beautiful person" on the small note in the loan request at the parent-child sports meeting. he.

At that time, standing in the crowd, he looked like a beautiful lotus under the sky, but the halo of the leader was too intimidating, and his aura of dragon and phoenix was too heavy, which made people look from afar.

Reminds me of the first time we met...

The time is just right.

If we had met earlier, maybe our relationship would not be what it is today.

West Lake is indeed thin and slender.

Such as the winding river, the pavilions, bridges and pavilions are full of style, a peach in three steps, and a willow in five steps, but it is a pity that it is winter, and the peaches and willows on both sides of the bank are dark, which looks pale and sad.

I rented a Buick before, and went to the mall to buy two sets of clothes.

In the crowd, Shang Yuxian kept asking "what else do you want?" The young man just shook his head and said "no". He didn't insist anymore and chose two warm clothes