Sand sculpture heroes come out of youth

"Let's meow together, meow meow together, let's meow meow together, meow meow together..."

The message rings twice, and the phone blinks and blinks at the end of the work table.

The ringtone is the sound of nomads, perhaps the reason for this song, which makes the nomadic singing sound a little soft.

Jin Cheng, who was cutting the sheepskin, stopped, turned off the cutting machine, and put the half-cut lambskin back on the cutting mat.

Nomad: Crooked...

Nomad: Brother, please look at the stars.

Jin Cheng replied with a smile: No time.

After a few seconds.

Nomad: Brother Wuwuwu, open the door and see how pitiful I am.

Jin Cheng stared at the "typing in..." message popping up, and at the same time his eyes moved down quickly, then he looked up at the door, and then walked out.

The door opened, and Nomad, who was hugging a pillow, was sitting miserably on the steps in front of the door. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and looked up at the incomparably majestic Jincheng.

"Brother, please take me in." In order to sell the miserable nomad, he tried his best, deliberately sat in front of the main entrance, deliberately picked a posture of looking back and raising his head, then pursed his lips and blinked.

Zhou Rong was not happy with this trick, I wonder if he can hit this master?

"Reason?" Jin Cheng felt something hooked in his throat, and he swallowed helplessly and stopped breathing.

"Ha," Nomad looked up at the moon with a dazed look and smiled wryly, "The story started 18 years ago, and it was a dark and windy night..."

"Stop, come in."

"Brother, do you want to listen to the really fragrant version of 'how the underage son was abandoned by his parents so that he wandered on the street in the middle of the night hungry and robbed by vicious dogs? Is it the epic story of Rong'?" He spoke extremely fast, and finished in one breath without getting stuck.

"..." Jin Cheng suddenly stopped and turned to look at Nomad.

Nomad is mentally brewing a million-length tragic drama about crying ghosts and gods, unconventional family ethics and love-hate invitations. He was distracted and bumped into Jin Cheng's arm while hugging a pillow. He was caught by Jin Cheng's arm when he was about to step back. Hold the back of the neck.

Jin Cheng clasped the back of his neck and pulled him closer to the tip of his nose, "Stop sailing with me, sleep in the house if you're sleepy, change your clothes, there are new ones in the closet, keep your voice down when watching movies, I'm busy tonight, I don't have time to accompany you You're filling your brains, huh?"

"...Well, good..." Nomad felt that he was too fast just now, but now he is out of oxygen and has difficulty breathing.

Jin Cheng realizes that his attitude is too cold and hard - he is really busy tonight, Liu Li has received an unexpected order and can't handle it, he is going to make a draft tonight, but Nomad is here again.

"Hungry?" he asked when Nomad passed by.Those who are capable, are also "wandering on the streets in the middle of the night, hungry and hungry, fighting with vicious dogs for food."

"Not hungry." Nomad, who tried to occupy the kennel of Xiaokeng a minute ago, walked towards the bedroom refreshedly, and waved his hands behind him, "I'm going to sleep, you, don't be too late, although I don't need to accompany you to sleep , but my mother said that not taking a beauty sleep is equivalent to indirect disfigurement, you are still young, there are a lot of aunts, so what are waiting for you to pick, don't be so overwhelmed."

Suddenly forgot, this guy doesn't pick flower girls, he picks daisies!

Nomad entered the bedroom with a black line hanging from the back of his head.

"..." Jin Cheng was taken aback by Nomad's stuttering, and suddenly stood there and smiled

After the bedroom door was opened, it was only half closed. Nomad threw the pillow on the bed, and watched the big bed reflexively stretched a very big lazy waist-a large waist was exposed between the edge of the jacket hem and the waist of the trousers; there is no T The wide hem of the shirt is covered, and the round and upturned arc is fully visible; the nine-point quick-drying sweatpants stretch out a straight black line from the tense calf muscles and upturned buttocks.

Perfect body!

When You Mu dropped his hand, he scratched his belly, and then scratched his lower back with his backhand.

Jin Cheng raised his chin and drooped his lower eyelids, his dangerous eyes shot out from the gap between his eyelids!Sharp and hot.

The air in the space from the living room to the bedroom seemed to be scorched suddenly, and the air was distorted, exuding the ferocious and hot masculine breath of someone.

If there are flowers in the house at this time, and they happen to be in the state of flower buds, they will definitely be urged to bloom by this strong male smell.

There is a voice in my mind that keeps saying: enough is enough, enough is enough, enough is enough...

After a while, Jincheng turned around, paused for a while, and entered the kitchen.

By the time he recovered from the mechanical movements, the chicken nuggets and meatballs in the oven were ready.

The sense of smell finally awakened, and the tip of the nose smelled the smell of burnt incense.

I took out the salad dressing and ketchup from the refrigerator and accidentally drew a corgi cake PP in the middle of the plate.

The cake PP is fluffy and soft, with a three-dimensional image.

The movements of Jin Cheng’s hands paused for a moment, and later on the cake PP there was a dog’s head that turned its head and looked back. The dog’s eyes made of sweet bean paste were lifelike, very similar to the eyes that Nomad looked back at him when he just opened the door, vivid Bright and pathetic.

Put down the salad dressing and ketchup squeezes, and pack the chicken nuggets and meatballs around the corgi.

Jin Cheng rested his hands on the edge of the console, hunched his shoulders and bowed his head to admire his work for a while, looking like he was thinking about a certain dog when he saw something.

As soon as he picked up the plate and turned around, he caught a glimpse of a drowsy person at the bar with his chin resting on his corner, subconsciously took a step back, his expression flustered for a moment, and then he frowned.

"When did you come here?" As soon as the words came out, Jin Cheng realized that his throat was tight, so tight that he was a little hoarse.

"When you were painting the nest," Nomad sighed, "Are you masters like this when you eat?"

I have to draw a dog on a plate of chicken nuggets and meatballs, I don't understand.

If Xiaowo saw that she was painted cute and sexy, and not fierce at all, she would be furious.As a ferocious dog, how can he gain a foothold and dominate the whole street among the dogs in the future, and will he flirt with bitch in the future? !

"It's so similar!" You Mu looked at the small nest on the plate and then at Jin Cheng, "but the eyes of a dog are like human eyes."

Jin Cheng didn't say anything, sat across from him, took a bite of a meatball, and turned his head to look in the direction of the kitchen window.

It's already past twelve o'clock, Nomad is a dog preparing for his senior year, and when his biological clock arrives, he's sleepy and wants to settle down.

"The butt looks softer than Xiaowo's." Youmu poked the cake PP made of tomato sauce and salad dressing with his index finger, and then put his fingertips in his mouth.

Jin Cheng turned his head just in time to see this scene, and then turned back.

Nomad dipped the chicken nuggets and meatballs into the sauce on the plate and ate them all.

Jin Cheng has never touched the sauce.Even if you take chicken nuggets and meatballs, you will eat whatever you touch from memory.

The plate was empty, and he touched it too.

You Mu finally discovered the weirdness of Jincheng, he tilted his head to look at Jincheng facing the window, "What's outside the window?"

There are reflections on the glass.

Jin Cheng turned his head and looked at Nomad meaningfully and steadily for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched his hand to the corner of Nomad's mouth.

Nomad withdrew his head reflexively, but not as fast as Jin Cheng stretched out his hand.

"Don't move, there is sauce." Actually, there is no.

Jin Cheng held Nomad's chin with his palm, wiped off the non-existent sauce with the pulp of his thumb, and still didn't take his hand away.

He just had a fight with his own soul, and the soul won.He couldn't control his hands and eyes at all, it sounded like nonsense, but he just couldn't control it.

He's now desperate to do something about Nomad...

You Mu felt that the hairs on his back were standing up one by one, and the feeling was very clear, and then they screamed and ran away!

"Brother...are you gay with me?" You Mu said with a bald mouth while thinking about it.

Jin Cheng's fingertips that rubbed the corners of his lips suddenly stopped, and his gaze on Nomad suddenly deepened.

"Really? Hahaha," Nomad laughed dryly three times and then stopped suddenly, slowly moved his head back and moved his face out of Jincheng's palm, "Also, your hand just took the chicken nugget and touched me again, you Can you talk about hygiene..." He said this just to ease the embarrassment, in fact, he saw Jincheng wipe his hands with a wet tissue just now.

Just as Nomad was making a fuss, Jin Cheng suddenly stood up from the high chair. He stood on the cross brace in the middle of the high chair, his entire upper body quickly passed over the bar, and reached out to grab the Nomad Queen who was about to run away when he saw the situation was not going well. Neck, pressing the person to himself.

Nomad supported the side of the bar with his arms straight, refusing to give in, but still underestimated the flexibility of his neck, and when his forehead touched the softness, the two of them stopped for an instant.

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Cheng slightly loosened the strength of his arm, looked at the dazed Nomad and asked, "How does it feel?"

Nomad's eyes slowly rolled up to look at Jincheng who was propped up above, "...just..." He seemed to have reacted suddenly when he said this, he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and held it in front of his eyes, "You didn't wipe it?" Mouth! Can you talk about hygiene!"

Jin Cheng took a sharp breath and almost died of anger.He got off the high chair and walked to the bathroom without looking back. If he didn't go, he was afraid that he would really beat Nomad.

You Mu turned around and looked at Jin Cheng's murderous back, and muttered angrily, "What's the matter with kissing the forehead, Shi Lu Song Ye and I were pressed and kissed..."

Jin Cheng had already stepped into the bathroom with one foot, Nomad's murmur was just enough for him to hear clearly, he angrily beat the door frame, turned around and walked straight to Nomad with a cold face.

"No, no, I don't want to kiss my mouth, don't come here ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Lie! Don't chase me! You are the eight -claw fish duck!"

Nomad saw him returning aggressively, and ran around the long work table in fright, and finally got into the bedroom and closed the door, blocking the door with his body.

Nomad, who was leaning against the door panel, was out of breath, took a few breaths and suddenly laughed, and then he couldn't stop laughing.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Nomad was no longer afraid. He opened the door and stood in the middle of the door with his hips on his hips, looking out.

Jin Cheng had already bent down at the work table and started to work. When he heard the door opening, he just raised his eyelids and looked at Nomad lightly, warning him "Be honest!" with his eyes.

You Mu also raised his chin slightly and provocatively said with his eyes, "There is something!".

It was Jincheng who was blind, turned a blind eye, and fell in love with work.

Nomad felt bored and stimulated, so he stood for a while, took a shower and went to sleep.

When Jincheng looked up at the bedroom again, Nomad was lying on the bed and fell asleep, with one hand resting on his bare belly and the other raised above his head. A 2.2-meter-wide bed made him sleep 1.5 meters wide. I feel like I can't let him go.

Daily leisure. ^—^