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Liu Yue was speechless, her lips opened and closed again and again, and finally they were still tightly closed.

She waved her hands and sighed: "... Forget it, I can't help you, you can toss and toss as you like... Just don't regret it in the future." Liu Yue sniffed and said wearily: "His father, let's go."

Dong Guangcheng went out with his arms around Liu Yue silently, and after stepping out of the room, he turned and closed it intimately. He paused for a while to look at Dong Chuanlin, and then the door was closed heavily.

Dong Chuanlin felt that Dong Guangcheng's eyes were so familiar, and he thought about it a little bit, so it turned out that the eyes he looked back when he took Aunt Han into the door looked like this.

It's the silence where all concern turns, the calm anticipation, the support that I'll approve of no matter what you do.

It turns out that a look can be so colorful, Dong Chuanlin smiled, how could he not know that he is so caring and great.

If only the cheek and selfishness could freely control the growth at will, maybe he would be able to make demands unscrupulously to satisfy his selfish desires.

……

Dong Guangcheng was about to turn off the lights for a rest when he heard the knock on the door. He casually put on a coat and hurried to open the door.

"Uncle Dong," Han Song nodded apologetically, "I'm sorry to bother you, I want to chat with Chuanlin."

"Come in." Dong Guangcheng turned sideways to make room.

Knowing that he knew the way, Dong Guangcheng took him there without hesitation, "He turned off the light early, he must have fallen asleep. You move gently."

Han Song: "Okay."

The door was close at hand, but Dong Guangcheng's footsteps became slower and slower, and Han Song also moved in small steps in coordination.

The older man couldn't hold it anymore, like Siyi and then like to praise: "You are much more capable than your father, he yelled all his life and never went into battle to kill an enemy." Dong Guangcheng patted him on the shoulder: " Now that you are so highly valued, your father will be satisfied with his knowledge."

"Go, don't make Chuanlin wait too long."

"I'm afraid that I will keep nagging after waiting for a long time, so can't I take care of the person who is going to sleep?"

The door opened suddenly, and Dong Guangcheng and Han Song were startled by the people and voices coming out.

Dong Chuanlin glanced at the two stunned people, put on his coat and swaggered away, leaving the door wide open.

"Where are you going? Aren't you sleeping?" Dong Guangcheng regained his composure and asked.

"How can I sleep when it's hot and noisy?" Dong Chuanlin replied loudly, "I'll go to a cool place to stay later!"

The room is located in a shaded area, and there is wind tonight, so where is the heat coming from?The two of them said less than ten sentences in total, and they said it in a low voice, where is the noise?

Seeing people walking farther and farther away, Dong Guangcheng became anxious, there was no use for the protagonist to run away.

He turned his head back in a panic, wanting to be chased by others, but before he could say anything, Han Song, who had closed the door of the room, could not wait to catch up.

Seeing this situation, the old father's hanging heart fell steadily.One loves to toss and the other is willing to clean up, it is also a kind of fun.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and discipline cannot come.He'd better go back early to comfort the crying woman in the house.

It was the first time that Dong Chuanlin hated Han Song's big and tall man so much. He obviously started first, without stopping all the way, but was easily overtaken.

Han Song blocked his way.

When Dong Chuanlin turned to the left, he also turned to the left, and when he turned to the right, he also turned to the right, completely blocking the way forward. He had no choice but to raise his head: "I haven't heard of a good dog not blocking the way."

"Where are you going?" Han Song asked.

"I remember you have a jar of good wine in your house? Go and get it for me to taste." Dong Chuanlin said in a nonchalant manner.

"Ah?" Han Song didn't keep up with his brain circuit, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "Then follow me home and drink." He said while holding his hand.

"If you don't go or come back, I'm going to drink here!" Dong Chuanlin took two steps back and said confidently: "Your family is guarded by two plague gods. I'm afraid that after drinking, I can't help but beat them up."

Han Song laughed when he heard this: "You are afraid of being beaten if you go, they are Lianjiazi, you can't beat the two of them even if you are three."

"Being angry with other people destroys your prestige!" Dong Chuanlin kicked over and said viciously: "Then why are you using it? Can't you help? If there is a real fight, it may be who is stronger and who is weaker. The rabbit bites when it is anxious. Woolen cloth."

Han Song stood still and took his kick firmly.

Dong Chuanlin didn't expect that he wouldn't dodge, his strength was full and the direction was aligned. When the sole of the shoe touched his calf, he saw his body tremble, but luckily he stabilized soon.

"Fool." After complaining, Dong Chuanlin slipped away while he was not paying attention.

When he came back to his senses, Han Song followed closely behind him, following wherever he went, quietly following the mute.

In order not to meet the God of Plague, Dong Chuanlin walked towards the entrance of the village, and when he was about to leave the village, he stopped suddenly, "Don't you have something to say to me? Go and bring the wine and I'll listen to you."

"...Then you wait for me here." Han Song turned around and walked a few steps but was worried, and turned around and told: "Don't walk around, be obedient!"

There are ghosts who are obedient.

Dong Chuanlin nodded perfunctorily, standing crookedly with a worn-out look, and as soon as Han Song turned his head and continued walking, he moved back.

Behind it is a century-old tree with a few big rocks under the tree. Everyone likes to sit there when doing daily chores. It is cool and comfortable.

At night, there should be a lot of mosquitoes... Dong Chuanlin looked back while pondering.

Suddenly, his body flew into the air, and was carried on his shoulders like a dead fish.

Dong Chuanlin asked sharply: "Han Song, what are you doing?! Let me down!" He struggled desperately, his legs and arms were not idle, and he kept leaning towards the ground.

"Come back with me." Carrying a restless young man on his shoulders, even Han Song, who is physically strong, couldn't bear the toss, his breath gradually became heavier, and the movements of the people on his shoulders became bigger and bigger, as if he fell to his death I don't want to wait for a moment longer.

Han Song got annoyed, and stretched out his arm that was only fixed on one side, fixing his waist and abdomen, and wrapped his other hand around his throbbing calf.

Stop thinking about whether the strong confinement will make him uncomfortable, and then let him continue, that is the biggest mistake.

Dong Chuanlin no longer knew what posture he was being carried in. He only knew that he couldn't move his arms or legs, and the only things he could move were his feet and his talking mouth.

He just moved his foot tentatively and kicked a piece of flesh, and then the person under him groaned, so frightened that he didn't dare to move, for fear of kicking him.

Dong Chuanlin said: "If you let me down, I will go by myself."

He ignored it and continued walking.

Dong Chuanlin said again: "I just wanted to sit on the rock under the tree, and I didn't say I won't wait for you! I'm so tired from standing, can I just sit for a while?"

When the arms on the rope were a little slack, he was still striding forward.

"..."

Dong Chuanlin was helpless, gave up struggling and limply lay on his stomach, and said in a low voice, "You said that you haven't seen idol dramas, and the domineering president is better than me."

"Aren't you going to talk to me, why don't you just say it now, you can't see my face and I can't see yours, but you can hear each other's voices, it won't be awkward or perfunctory, it's perfect."

Dong Chuanlin stretched out his hand with difficulty and poked his back with his fingers, "Speak, I'm listening."

"We'll talk about it when we go home." Han Song refused decisively.

"It's so embarrassing to go home and face to face... What if I cry, it's so embarrassing, I don't want it." Dong Chuanlin Guang got goosebumps all over his body when he thought of crying, he absolutely couldn't let this happen. "Say it now!"

"So——" Han Song slowed down, "You already believed that I would definitely go, right?"

"I'm not stupid for such an obvious thing." Dong Chuanlin said: "I just came back to say goodbye to you, but even if I knew the answer earlier, I would still be sad to hear the word parting."

"You...don't blame me?" Han Song said with the corners of his mouth pulled, "He insisted on doing things arbitrarily over and over again, without considering the feelings of his relatives at all."

"No," Dong Chuanlin stopped joking, stopped poking people, and said very seriously: "Defending the country is a serious matter, no matter what the reason is, you should go."

"Besides, you are the lieutenant appointed by the general, what an honor, when the time comes, you will marry me with a stack of medals—" Dong Chuanlin was full of reverie, "Just think about it."

Han Song was amused: "Where does the medal of merit come from here, if it can be barely satisfied in modern times."

"Damn it! I'm talking to you so affectionately, but you actually want to give me a false testimony?" Dong Chuanlin became angrier as he thought about it, completely forgetting the pain he had felt before, and kicked him on the waist with his toes. .

"I want to murder my husband." Han Song swallowed the pain on his lips, and took a breath, "I didn't say why you are so anxious to give you a false testimony."

"Stealing and robbing are even worse!" Dong Chuanlin said angrily, turned his head and turned this corner to Han's house.

He hurriedly patted Han Song on the back, "Let me put it down quickly! Don't be seen by that kid Zhuohua! Hurry up!"

Dong Chuanlin was completely at ease when his feet landed on the ground, and he was still talking non-stop: "That little bastard Zhuo Hua has nothing good to see every time he sees him, he is more poisonous than that annoying Lu Zhiming."

"Stay away from him, and you are not allowed to talk to him except for necessary things! You can't even go together! Stay as far as you can, so as not to get bad luck."

I still want to fight side by side, I bah, you are beautiful even in your dreams.

Han Song laughed: "So overbearing."

Dong Chuanlin raised his head: "Of course! This is a matter of principle."

Passing by the area where the fire was burning, Dong Chuanlin's morale doubled, and he walked past them with Han Song on his shoulders.

Pretending not to care, he kept glancing towards the fire from the corner of his eye.

His eyeballs almost popped out, and he was sure that he was right, the only person half lying by the fire was Zhuohua, and two horses.

?

And a little brother with a kinder face?Haven't succeeded yet and invited someone to run away by himself?Dong Chuanlin pondered for a while.

Back in the room, Han Songshou promised to bring him fine wine, saying that he would go to see how Aunt Han was doing before going to the kitchen to get a bowl and drink together.

Dong Chuanlin waved his hand and told him to go quickly.

But when he came back, the person who had promised to wait was holding the wine jar and giggling, his cheeks were flushed all the way to the tips of his ears.

Fortunately, he didn't drink much, and he was still a little sober. He also knew that when Han Song was lying down, he quickly hugged him sideways, and asked stupidly: "Tell me about Zhuohua! I know that he is secretly It doesn't make it clear that I'm being bullied."

The blatant threat, if Han Song doesn't want to say it, is to help the evildoer watch him being bullied.

Han Song knocked on his forehead, "Hot, don't hug him so tightly."

Whether he listened to the monk's chanting or not, Dong Chuanlin's hands tightened even more.After a while, a voice came from my ear.

He says--

Zhuohua is the most unfavored prince in the North Island, he was thrown into the military camp to grow up freely at the age of ten, full of arrogance.He met King Hui in the battle, and was beaten to the ground every time.

The two became enemies because of this, and Zhuohua lost in a bet, and the bet was to let King Hui do what he wanted.

King Hui brainstormed and asked him to hide his identity and become a prostitute in a brothel, but he actually agreed.Coincidentally, Tong Meng was fascinated by him, and then the rape happened.

In recent years, the Dajin Kingdom has been on the verge of action. After a war broke out, King Hui brought him back and gave him rights.

He became a lieutenant general of Yuehe Kingdom.

Han Song, who told such a fantasy story, thought it was false, let alone the listener.

Dong Chuanlin, who was drunk, frowned and thought hard, his feet tensed up, as if he was thinking along with him.

Han Song rubbed his eyebrows with a smile, and kissed lightly: "Sleep, I can figure it out tomorrow."

After saying that, Dong Chuanlin blinked and happened to yawn, then turned over and lay on his side, exhausted all over his body.

After a long time, after his breathing became stable, Han Song slowly pulled out his numb hand. He just got up when the sleeping person turned over and pushed him back on the bed.

"Brother Song," he closed his eyes and raised his head, smacking his lips and mumbled, "I love you so much." After he finished speaking, he buried his head in his neck, obediently like a kitten.

The croaking of frogs outside the house became louder.

Han Song lowered his head and whispered, "I love you too."

The person in his arms arched his head unconsciously, his hands clenched and loosened in invisible places.

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Talking about love can't wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.