The setting sun slowly fell to the west, and the round body was facing the end of the street, which was very huge and gigantic in contrast with the surrounding small buildings. The sun was faint, and the light golden light reflected many shadows in the air, making the man's tall and handsome figure even more hazy.
Min Chen covered most of his face with a black hat, and in the shadow of the brim of the hat, he saw that pair of sharp and cold eyes were slightly bent at the moment, looking at the stunned young man in front of him. He reached out and grabbed the young man's right hand, gently stuffed a paper bag into Qi Mu's hand, and said in a low voice, "Sir, you forgot this thing and your... boyfriend."
…
When Qi Mu got into Min Chen's car and drove to the apartment, he played with the delicate and small gift bag and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to come back so early. It's not that it's tomorrow. Is it from the plane? I was going to pick it up."
The man held the steering wheel in one hand and said in a low voice: "Well, it was originally tomorrow, and the performance in Huaxia ended relatively smoothly, so I came back early." After a pause, Min Chen said again: "Zhu Wenjun, Cheng Tingwen asked me to tell you something, they want you to grow up quickly, don't forget to go back to Huaxia to have a look."
Hearing this, Qi Mu couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Well, I originally planned to take time to return to Huaxia during the next month when the band was on vacation."
Then, Qi Mu asked a few more questions about the tour. The Pallison Theater was relatively close to Min Chen's apartment in Vienna, but today's road was a bit congested. The two of them drove for ten minutes before they saw the shadow of a towering sculpture beside the apartment. It's a pity that , After a while, it was blocked again.
Qi Mu looked at the dark long queue and sighed helplessly: "Well, in fact, sometimes, the subway is much faster than driving. I didn't expect Vienna to be blocked like this, I thought it would be seen in China. It’s a wonder.” After a pause, Qi Mu suddenly remembered something: “By the way, what is this thing you brought me?”
While speaking, Qi Mu raised his hand and raised the small light black gift bag. The edge of this gift bag is outlined with silver needle and thread, and a small crystal is inlaid every five centimeters. The bag surface is simple and elegant, and there is no special LOGO.
When Qi Mu first received it, he thought it was someone who bought a gift somewhere, but who knew that when he opened the bag just now, he found that there were only two... If it's a straight tube, let's say it's a scarf, not so round, let's say it's a hat, not so small.
After thinking about it for a long time, Qi Mu suddenly realized: "You bought me wrist braces?!"
Min Chen: "..."
After a while, he said, "It's a glove." His voice was low and dull, as if there were endless grievances.
At the moment, Qi Mu was carefully observing the "four dissimilar" woolen products, and did not notice Min Chen's expression. When he heard that this thing was actually a "glove", he was stunned for a moment, and finally said righteously: "Min Chen, have you been deceived? How could this be a glove? It didn't stretch out his hand at all. the place!"
"… "
"You must be fooled. This kind of thing is still packed in such a high-end gift bag? It must be very expensive, right? Why didn't Daniel help you to check and let you buy such a strange thing?"
"… "
"Well, where did you buy this thing? If it's expensive, let's return it, just go straight... um... "
At a red light, the black Porsche braked lightly. At the moment when the car stopped, the man in the driver's seat leaned forward and suddenly covered the youth's plump lips, swallowing his next words in his mouth.
The kiss came so suddenly and intensely that Qi Mu didn't react for a while. By the time he recovered, the other party had already hugged his back tightly, making him cling to his hot chest. Body fluids exchanged, sucking each other's temperature affectionately, and the temperature inside the car rose unnaturally.
Thanks to Vienna's long 80-second red light, when Min Chen sat upright again and stepped on the accelerator, there were already two red clouds floating on Qi Mu's pale cheeks, and he was a little dizzy. Of course, the most important thing is—
He stopped talking.
When the car drove to the downstairs of the apartment, there were no strange people in this well-regulated community, and even the pedestrians on the trail were pitiful. Qi Mu was unfastening his seat belt and planning to get out of the car, when his hand just touched the safety button, it was pulled by a warm hand.
Qi Mu raised his head and looked at the other in surprise, but his eyes suddenly fell into a pair of deep and dark eyes.
After a long time, he heard Min Chen say in a dull tone, "That's a glove." After a while, he said word by word, "It's a very good, very good pair of wool gloves."
Some Qi Mu, who never returned to God, said, "...?"
"This pair of gloves is very precious. It has spanned three continents, passed two oceans, traveled in first class on an airplane, entered the conductor's lounge of the world's top concert hall, and most importantly..."
Min Chen's voice stopped abruptly, and Qi Mu asked curiously, "What's the most important thing?"
His narrow eyes drooped, and Min Chen's voice was low: "...It's nothing."
The most important thing is... that I knitted it for you myself!
Qi Mu looked at the man with a complicated face in confusion, not understanding what he meant. But for a moment, the two did not get out of the car. Min Chen took out the gloves from the gift bag and carefully brought them on for the young man.
There are only three openings in this glove. Except for the largest opening on the wrist, there are only four finger openings and a thumb opening. When Qi Mu wore the left-hand glove, it was still very suitable, but it was slightly larger, and there was not much difference, but when he put on the right hand, the mouth of the thumb was tightly stuck.
Qi Mu's fingers are already thin and slender, not thick, and it can make him stuck and unable to enter, which can only mean that the person who knits gloves... level, level, too bad.
However, Min Chen was still struggling with the glove. He stared at the small mouth with a deep gaze, and in the end he simply tried to tear the mouth bigger with his fingers.
But how can the thin wool thread be so easy to tear
After trying for a long time, before Min Chen gave up, the young man reached out and put his hand on the opponent's hand, and asked softly, "Are you knitting these gloves yourself, Min Chen?"
Being able to make the other party pay attention to this level, Qi Mu has already noticed that something is wrong. After contacting the reality that "except for high-end and expensive materials, the manufacturing process of this glove is so poor that it can't bear to look at it directly", Qi Mu also probably guessed—
Perhaps, this glove was made by Min Chen himself
In the face of the youth's question, Min Chen's hands stagnated for a moment, then he shook his head with a light hum: "I didn't do it." After a pause, he added: "It was Daniel who did it."
Daniel, who was still lying on the gun half a world apart: "..."
Seeing the other party actually felt awkward, Qi Mu was even more sure of his guess. If he said he bought it, he could still convince himself a little bit reluctantly.
… although he didn't really believe anyone would sell gloves so ugly that they couldn't even wear them.
But if it was said that Daniel knitted it himself, Qi Mu would not believe it at all. Not to mention that he once saw Daniel skillfully mend a dropped shirt button with a needle and thread, which means that this man can make him wear gloves made by Daniel...
This is absolutely impossible!
But when this guy became arrogant, Qi Mu could only laugh and follow his hair: "Mmmm, it's not what you did, definitely not what you did."
Min Chen, who was coaxed like a child: "..."
Although it was really impossible to put on the gloves, Qi Mu still managed to put on the gloves - but her fingers didn't stick out.
The two took the elevator to the top floor together. On the hanging TV in the elevator, the big events that happened in Vienna in the past two days were being shown.
Min Chen just arrived in Vienna this afternoon. He has been busy with Bai Ai's tour these days, and he didn't even notice what happened in Vienna. Looking at the two names "Lyon Zayev" and "Luo Yusen" displayed below the TV, the man narrowed his eyes dangerously and didn't say a word.
Qi Mu just casually glanced up and didn't bother to pay attention to this news.
After entering the apartment, the heating provided by the central air conditioner made both of them feel warm. Qi Mu took off the scarf around his neck and his coat, and the two stood in front of the clothes rack with a tacit understanding, hanging their clothes. That situation seems to have been done countless times, skilled and natural, as if it should be lived like this.
"I originally planned to buy some food tomorrow, but there is no food at home today, so let's have some casual dinner?"
"… at home?"
Min Chen's voice was slightly low, and Qi Mu couldn't hear it clearly: "Huh? What did you say?"
Min Chen narrowed his eyes and shook his head gently: "It's nothing."
Qi Mu didn't care either: "Well, then I'll cook some simple dishes, do you want to help... Eh, forget it, don't help, I want to eat Chinese food tonight, not Western food. "
Qi Muke never dared to compliment a man's ability to cook Chinese food.
When Qi Mu turned around and entered the kitchen to start cooking some small dishes, Min Chen leaned against the door of the kitchen and quietly raised his eyes to look at his beloved. The thin lips were slightly raised, and in a happy mood, the stern and elegant face softened a bit.
Just now he said... it's home.
Yes, as long as two people are together, it is home.