Living Gu Fei.
Live! Gu Fei!
Live! Live! Warm! It's warm!
Gu Fei who could touch and smell, Gu Fei who could bite.
Obviously, I have already adapted a little during this period, and I don't think about Gu Fei anymore. Let people depress and collapse again.
But the moment he saw Gu Fei's waving arm, he was still brisk, and he could fly with a run.
Sure enough, whether you adapt, whether you are happy, you need to compare to truly appreciate it.
When Jiang Cheng turned his head and kissed Gu Fei's face, Gu Fei grabbed his hair and pulled back: "Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng! Calm down."
"Ah," Jiang Cheng was stunned for two seconds before regaining his senses. He immediately pushed him away, and awkwardly swept both sides, "Fuck him."
"The level of your hunger and thirst is too amazing," Gu Fei smiled and took his bag. "You didn't come here hard, right?"
"Get off." Jiang Cheng smiled, and stared at Gu Fei without moving.
In fact, it took less than a month. Before leaving, Gu Fei had shaved an inch and his hair hadn't grown much longer. When he saw Gu Fei now, he felt as if he hadn't seen him in a year.
And that kind of vivid feeling, no matter how good a photo is taken, no matter how clear the video is, there is no way to experience it.
Every detail is clear. You can see Gu Fei's beautiful eyebrows, the eyelashes that flashed when he blinked, the corners of his mouth, and the self in his eyes.
I was crazy about thinking before I met, but I didn't get any relief after meeting, so I still thought.
"Let's go?" Gu Fei leaned over and bumped him lightly with his shoulder, "Go eat something or go back first?"
"Go back first," Jiang Yan didn't even think about it. "Have you bought a sleeve lubricant?"
"... I bought it," Gu Fei looked at him, "Cheng Brother, are you okay? Can you survive back? It will take about twenty minutes to go back from here."
"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded solemnly, "I can survive until the shower."
"Let's go," Gu Fei smiled and turned and walked forward, "the motorcycle stopped under the tree over there."
"You wear a helmet," Jiang Cheng said, "It's very beautiful."
"Wearing ashes to dry you at that moment." Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng turned to look at him.
"What?" Gu Fei asked with a smile.
"Okay," said Jiang Cheng, "you can do anything with me in silk stockings, it's you."
Gu Fei smiled and put his arms around his shoulders: "No, have you lost all my lofty ambitions?"
"Ignore it first," Jiang Cheng sighed, and reached out to touch Gu Fei's waist. "Really, I don't know if I don't separate. Now, as long as I can see you, it really doesn't matter, and I don't have aspirations."
Gu Fei didn't speak, but just kept smiling.
The motorcycle was not far ahead. Gu Fei stepped onto the car, put on his helmet, took another one and handed it to Jiang Cheng.
"Why is yours black?" Jiang Cheng looked at the helmet in his hand, "I am red?"
"Because that is Ermiao's, she picked the red color." Gu Fei looked at him.
"I want it to be dark," Jiang Cheng said, "the dark one is cooler."
"Cool people are cool in all colors," Gu Fei changed his helmet to him and put on the red one. "The cool thing is that people are not helmets."
Jiang Cheng looked at him.
Indeed, let alone Gu Fei is cool when his face is cold, even when he wears glasses and smiles, he is also cool when he wears glasses. The kind of instinct on his body is mixed with gangsterism, murderous aura and some other aura. Kind of cool.
No, it's not born with it.
It's been so many years of life.
"Come up," Gu Fei started the motorcycle and handed him his bag, "Ku Cheng Cheng."
Jiang Cheng sighed.
"Brother Cheng." Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng wrapped his back on the back seat and hugged his waist.
Gu Fei twisted the accelerator and the car rushed forward.
There is a super small mini plaza in front of the train station, which is usually unattended. There are many cars parked in a mess, and there are many small stalls.
Compared to the station where Jiang Cheng left a few hours ago, there is no order and chaos here. When he sits in the back seat with his arms around Gu Fei, he is not irritable or uncomfortable, and even a touch of kindness is faint.
No matter how gloomy the life is and how chaotic the scene is, because of the connection with Gu Fei, he becomes full of joy and kindness.
You can drive directly to the street from the road next to the small square, but Gu Fei drove slowly through the messy cars and stalls on the small square.
"Why go from here?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Gu Fei didn't speak, drove the car diagonally across the small square, drove to the back of the bus stop on the other side, and then hit the gas pedal and got on the platform.
"Damn," Jiang Cheng whispered as he watched the people who were waiting for the bus avoiding on both sides, "the traffic police will arrest you in a moment."
"When did you see that there was a traffic policeman when there was no car accident?" Gu Fei said, drove the car to the end and stepped on the stone pier next to him. "Look, Brother Cheng, here."
"You..." Jiang Cheng laughed. At the beginning, he was sitting here waiting for the sister to be torn up. He wanted to come and fight. He subconsciously looked at the ground. Gu Miao wrote his name there, of course. There will be no traces left.
"How did you feel when you saw me at that moment?" Gu Fei drove the car off the platform, merged into the traffic on the street and drove towards the steel factory.
"This guy has very long legs." Jiang Cheng said.
"Really?" Gu Fei turned his head and asked with a smile.
"Well," Jiang Cheng nodded, "Hurry up and get long legs."
After only less than a month away, when Jiang Cheng sat in Gu Fei's back seat and looked at the scenery along the way, he felt a long time ago.
Maybe it is. After all, it has been almost two years since I first came here.
Two years, in his nineteen-year life, it is not too long, but the experience of these two years has almost taken up all his memories.
He leaned forward and pulled off Gu Fei's collar.
"Hey," Gu Fei tilted his head, "Don't you say that you can survive until you go back and you can survive the shower? It will take less than five minutes to tear your clothes."
"Let me look at my tooth print," Jiang Cheng touched the tooth print on Gu Fei's collarbone with his finger. "You didn't get a tan in your military training. The tooth print is still so clear."
"Our military training lasts for three days," Gu Fei said. "It doesn't take eight hours a day to add it together. It's not as good as if I go out to take a photo once in the sun for three days." (End of this chapter)