During the relaxing trip, the relationship between Ding Baiqing and Cen Jin has grown by leaps and bounds. After the wine festival, they have decided to communicate. Although physical and verbal communication is normal, they can see the unusual intimacy in the subtleties.
Along the way, I saw plains, snow-capped mountains, went to canyons, chased galloping rivers, and headed toward the trail of the sunset. I also stopped in towns and villages with simple folk customs and distinctive exotic customs, and spent the night in the dense forest.
During this period, he happened to encounter a sensational carnival in the whole city, so he parked his car on the side of the road and joined the team. Cen Jin grabbed a guitar and rushed into the team excitedly. After a while, he was kicked out respectfully and looked confused. force.
Ding Yiqing held a bouquet full of flowers, which he bought from the parade. As soon as he saw Cen Jin, he gave him all the flowers, saying that the singer had a bouquet of flowers at the end of the performance, and then took Cen Jin's guitar and got into the team.
Within moments, he was swarmed to the float, on stage with other performing artists.
Many girls and gay-loving men threw flowers into the floats. Ding Baiqing's feet soon piled up with flowers, which is probably the case for throwing fruit into the cart.
So many people cheered at him, Ding Baiqing only looked at Cen Jin, winked at him, stretched out his hand and invited him to get on the float, Cen Jin raised his eyebrows, stepped back, dashed forward, jumped three or two on the float three or four meters high and rushed When he arrived at Ding Baiqing, his eyes were filled with flowers, and then Cen Jin's bright smile.
Ding Yiqing wanted to hold Cen Jin's hand, Cen Jin turned around and threw the flowers into the crowd, and then used gravity to throw all the flowers piled up on the float down, as if there was a rain of flowers in the sky, and the crowd screamed.
Taking advantage of people's attention being attracted by Hua Yu, Cen Jin quickly clasped Ding Baiqing's hand, clasped his fingers together, and kissed across the musical instrument. The taste stopped, just like a little bit of water, no one could find that the curly-haired and yellow-haired youth was in the spotlight. Under the rain of flowers, he kissed another young man.
Ding Yiqing dragged Cen Jin and ran off the float. In the alley not far from the crowd, he suppressed Cen Jin, turned against the guest, and deepened the kiss that was only a taste.
When the flowers rained down, someone noticed that the eye-catching Asian man on the float had disappeared, but the festive carnival infected everyone's emotions. The curiosity was only a moment, and no one cared too much about the tourists.
The end of the carnival also means that their trip is coming to an end. The night before returning the rental car, Ding Baiqing carved a few letters on the guitar body under the lights.
"cjdzq? Your and my initials?"
Ding Baiqing is incredibly gentle: "It has participated in an extraordinary journey in our life, which is very memorable."
Cen Jin leaned against Ding Baiqing's back, glanced at the guitar in his hand, and was noncommittal about it. He didn't quite understand the meaning of anniversaries and souvenirs, but he understood Ding Baiqing's literary and youthful feelings.
Ding Baiqing likes to collect old things, such as carved wooden cabinets, gramophones and records, and loves stones with unique patterns, or unique lighters, etc. He does not like collectible antiques, but prefers technology and old-time civilization. Converging works.
"I heard from Lao Long that you bought a wooden house in the forest near the school?" Cen Jin asked casually while playing on his handheld game console.
Ding Baiqing: "Well."
Cen Jin: "Why buy it?"
Ding Baiqing: "There are many old objects in it that you can tell me together."
Cen Jin: "That wooden house doesn't seem to be clean."
Ding Baiqing: "It's cleaned up. The owner of the log house doesn't dare to live in it anymore, so sell it to me at a cheap price."
Cen Jin snorted, focused on playing games, and said after a while, "Lao Long and the others said you never invited anyone into that wooden house?"
Ding Baiqing: "You can come in."
Cen Jin played the ending of 'gaover', threw the game console aside, climbed onto Ding Yiqing's back and asked, "Your invitation?"
Ding Yiqing tilted his head and pecked Cen Jin's lips accurately: "My invitation."
Cen Jin laughed: "Then I'll accept your invitation reluctantly."
Ding Baiqing pushed away the musical instrument, grabbed Cen Jin's arm and dragged him into his arms, bowed his head and kissed, the sticky, fine kiss fell on Cen Jin's face, gradually turning into a deep kiss.
After officially ending the trip, the two went back to the head office to report the itinerary, and by the way, they helped the head school bring new students.
After Boss Long reported his whereabouts, he heard that there were dragons in Antarctica and ran over.
Jiang Baipingcuo went back to Tibet, Li Daoyi went to Tianshifu, Wu Yujie returned to the Ghost Gu clan, and on the day of returning to the main school to report the whereabouts, everyone had a meal and then separated in a hurry, Cen Jin followed Ding Baiqing back to his wooden house.
The wooden house has two floors, four rooms and two halls. It is quite spacious. The sun sets in the west, and the fine red sunlight pours into the house. The evening wind makes a slight rustling sound through the forest. There are occasional bird calls in the quiet woods, accompanied by light and melodious sounds. The pure music creates a comfortable and warm environment.
Cen Jin sat cross-legged on the ground and played a bowling ball in his hand. Ding Baiqing took out two bottles of red wine and fried steak from the kitchen, brought them to the table in the living room, and told Cen Jin to stop playing.
"Let's eat."
Cen Jin lifted the bowling ball to the table, revealing twisted facial features, which was a head hidden in a copper bell: "Is this the weirdness that has been making trouble?"
"Just an accomplice."
Cen Jin fiddled with the steak: "I thought you were not good at cooking."
"Just control the heat, the only dish I can make."
"Can't you fry eggs and boil noodles?"
"Did it. Unpalatable."
Ding Baiqing frowned, not shy about his bad cooking skills like a black hole.
Cen Jin laughed, drinking glass after glass of wine, and soon became half-smoked and half-drunk, holding Ding Baiqing's arm and said, "I don't dare to brag about anything else, but I dare to brag about being a chef... In the past, I was in charge of the kitchen in the orphanage, and I will tell you secretly that I can earn money at the age of ten, and I can turn the spoon at the age of eleven or twelve.
Ding Yiqing praised him: "You are really amazing."
Cen Jin hiccupped, lost consciousness for a while, and then asked, "You said you had a projector from 60 to 70 years ago, can it still be used?"
Ding Yiqing looked down at him: "Yes, do you want to see it?"
Cen Jin: "Look, it's a long night, dispatch loneliness."
Ding Baiqing: "In the room."
Cen Jin got up, his footsteps were a little unsteady, his consciousness was still clear, and he walked towards Ding Baiqing's room. The master bedroom occupies a large area, divided into a small living room and a bed, separated by a bookshelf.
In the bookshelf cabinet, there is a gramophone on the counter, and hundreds of collector's edition records are next to it.
Ding Baiqing: "What do you want to see?"
Cen Jin said lazily, "You recommend."
Ding Baiqing chose a European movie, a niche classic love fantasy genre, with exquisite costumes and beautiful and ghostly shooting techniques. It is said to have created a new shooting mode.
As far as the plot is concerned, it is not so novel, it is better than it is sophistication, and it is okay to pass the time.
Cen Jin leaned against Ding Baiqing, with his head resting on the armrest of the sofa, his eyes half-closed, the plot progressed to a storm, and in reality, there was a sudden thunder and lightning, the strong wind shattered the branches, and in a short while, a torrential rain fell, which intersected with the scene in the movie. In response, for a while, it was unclear which side was the reality.
"It's raining?"
"It's raining."
With a bang, the windows of the room were blown open by the strong wind, the curtains fluttered, and the wind came in, passed through the bookshelves, and cooled Cen Jin's neck.
Ding Baiqing got up and locked the window and closed the curtains. When he came back, he saw Cen Jin lying on the sofa with a drunken smile. He pointed to the movie and said, "There are storms, thunder and lightning, do you want to turn on the lights?"
Ding Yiqing looked in the direction of his fingers. The movie just happened to show the love between the male and female protagonists, kissing on the narrow and quiet sofa, staggering forward, falling into the soft bed, and the white mosquito nets suddenly fell.
"The scene is reproduced." Ding Baiqing commented calmly, leaned over, and whispered three or four centimeters above Cen Jin: "If you miss it, you will betray the good intentions of this coincidence."
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He will never know when Ding Taiqing likes him and when he is tempted.
Even Ding Yiqing fell into confusion in the subsequent contact and getting along. In the process from pretending to hate Cen Jin to really thinking that he hated Cen Jin, he forgot how he fell in love at first sight.
Yes, love at first sight.
Different from Cen Jin who couldn't tell whether he fell in love with Ding Baiqing at first sight or for a long time, Ding Baiqing remembered his feelings for Cen Jin as early as the day of the fall.
Who let them meet for the first time, Cen Jin is too dazzling
Such a unique, confident and dazzling appearance, directly killed the young Mu Ai's heart.
It's a pity that Cen Jin didn't like and impatient with him. This made Ding Yiqing, who was emotional for the first time, afraid and embarrassed.
So those first sights were overwhelmed by the day-to-day targeting, and only turned out at certain times. With Cen Jinbing's disintegrating attitude, he woke up with joy, devoured his heart, and wrote dense likes.
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The wind and rain outside the window did not stop until two or three in the morning, and the wind and rain in the house stopped here.
After taking a bath, Cen Jin got into the quilt and went straight to sleep. Ding Yiqing simply tidied up the room, also got into the quilt, and fell asleep with Cen Jin in his arms.