When we first met, you stared at my ass furtively, and you confessed to me that you liked me before we met twice, and also said that you are not gay, you don't like men, you only like me, dare to say such a thing. Now, I'm afraid of this and that, Mrs. Lu, where's your courage? "
Huang Dan said, "At that time, it was just the two of us. Now, in a public place, someone took a picture and posted it on Weibo, and your identity will be exposed."
The Lu bandit raised his eyebrows, "What's my identity? I'm just a businessman, not a national leader."
Huang Dan, "… "
"Think about what you have and don't do, you, it is better to think about me if you have that energy, and think about our new home in the future."
The Lu bandit took the young man's hand, and his fingers got into his fingers, interlocking with him, "If you have too much energy, tell me, and I will consume it for you."
Huang Dan said, "You kill one hundred enemies, and you lose one hundred and one yourself."
The land bandit's face was dark.
As night fell, there were more people walking by the beach. Couples who were in love set candles and gave roses to confess their love. Their friends surrounded them, laughing and asking them to slap one.
The scene became lively with the couple's courtship.
Bandit Lu had encountered a similar situation before, and he felt vulgar. Now that he witnessed this scene, his mood changed.
Out of the world of single dogs, everything is colorful.
Bandit Lu glanced at the young man beside him, staring at his slightly warm yellow face illuminated by the candlelight, "Do you like it?"
Huang Dan shook his head, he didn't like it, he didn't like either, it used to be, and it is now.
To make him like a certain way of confession, he must first like the person who confessed to him.
Bandit Lu said, "Where's the flower? Do you like it?"
"Waste money," Huang Dan said.
Bandit Lu was about to say that he had a large piece of roses in his house, and his mother likes to flip flowers and plants upside down, but the words came to his lips and he swallowed them.
Huang Dan and Lu Bandit stayed at the beach until after ten o'clock in the evening before returning to their residence. They were very tired, and they didn't work too hard. sleep.
The next day, Huang Dan called one of Shang Zhang and asked him to lead the way. The three of them went to see Xiaojie again. This time, it was not a bookstore, but the other party's small rental house.
Xiaojie was cleaning up the things in the hut and seemed to be cleaning, and seemed surprised by their arrival.
On the way Huang Dan came, he asked the land bandit to park his car in a shoe store. When he returned to the car, he put the sneakers on his feet back into the bag and replaced them with slippers.
It's still plastic, and the style is very old. The Lu bandit disgusted it at a glance and said it was ugly.
Huang Dan had something to do, it didn't matter whether the slippers were ugly or not. When he entered the door, he deliberately put on a natural look, took off his shoes at the door, and entered the house barefoot.
Bandit Lu frowned, "The ground is so dirty, why did you take off your shoes?"
Huang Dan said, "I'm used to it."
As soon as Lu Bandit heard him say this, he stopped going to get him shoes.
This tacit understanding still exists.
Huang Dan said to the boy who was pouring water on the table, "Xiaojie, can you throw me the slippers at the door?"
Xiaojie subconsciously picked it up and tossed it.
Listening to the sound of the slippers falling to the ground, Huang Dan narrowed his eyes, "Thank you."
Xiaojie also squinted his eyes, then lowered his eyelids, and continued to pour water into the xing cup.
This chā music did not attract anyone's attention.
Zhang Yiyi didn't sit down, others were tall and tall, and wherever he went, he made the room even more bizarre.
"Xiaojie, can you draw?"
Xiaojie closed the lid of the tea tin, "No."
Zhang Yiyi exchanged glances with Huang Dan, and he asked again, "Really? Your school has art classes."
Xiaojie put the tea tin on the shelf and said lightly, "I don't like it well because I don't like it well."
Zhang Yiyi took a sip of tea, "Your father has an accident, will your tuition be settled in the future?"
Xiaojie lowered his head and wiped the table, "Part-time work."
Zhang Yiyi said, "You can go to your mother. Your father is gone, and the custody will be transferred to her."
Xiaojie didn't speak.
Zhang Yiyi looked at Huang Dan, and received Lu Biao's contemptuous gaze, his face twitched.
The hoarse voice of the teenager sounded at the table, "Mom has her own home."
What layers of meaning are represented in this sentence, only the parties involved know, and others will feel a little sad when they hear it.
The moon is full of sunshine and sunshine, and so is every family.
The house fell silent.
Huang Dan looked around without a trace, just a room, a single bed, second-hand desks and chairs, high school class