You’re A Liar

Chapter 37: two hundred and five

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At the end of that day, Ling Song's memory was in chaos.

He only remembered the touch when his kiss fell on Wen Yuanchu's lips.

Amidst the piercing screams from the audience, the man opened his eyes.

The way Wen Yuanchu looked at him, he didn't even dare to recall it a second time afterwards.

His mind just went blank, completely forgetting to react.

Until the narration ended, the curtain slowly closed in front of him and Wen Yuanchu.

Being dragged off the stage by Wen Yuanchu, Ling Song's feet were still soft.

The other students silently made way for them, each of them hesitated to speak, and in the end no one dared to come forward and say anything to them.

Back in the locker room, Ling Song was finally shocked, like waking up from a dream.

What stupid thing did he do on stage just now in front of the whole school's teachers and students

He he he he, he kissed Wen Yuanchu's mouth

Trembling subconsciously, Ling Song raised his eyes to see that Wen Yuanchu's original pink lips were covered with a circle of his red lipstick marks, and the corners of his mouth were also rubbed, proving that those things just now were indeed not his hallucinations.

He really, under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, kissed Wen Yuanchu in public...

Wen Yuanchu had already taken off the princess dress, revealing her eight-pack abs. Under the tight briefs were her muscular thighs.

Ling Song's eyes flickered on him, his face became hot, and he quickly looked away.

When Wen Yuanchu put on his clothes, he turned around and saw Ling Song's ecstasy and wandering eyes.

He didn't say much, just reminded Ling Song: "Change your clothes quickly and go to remove your makeup."

Wen Yuanchu left the locker room first, Ling Song hit his head against the wall, regretting so much that he wished he could die again.

He took out his phone, and sure enough, WeChat had exploded.

Wang Zide: Ah, ah, boss, your innocence is gone! ! !

Zhang Yang: My daughter is so brave, my father went to prepare the dowry with tears in his eyes.

Lin Qiuyi: I'm getting real, I'm getting real, I'm getting real! ! ! The old mother is crying in the wind.jpg

Yao Nana: I took a photo and sent it to Wen Yuanchu's mother. She said it was fine.

Xia Langxing: Little bitch! !

Xia Ranxing: Bless you all.

Xia Langxing: I'm leaving, the next one will be better, woo woo woo.

Xia Langxing: Squat in a corner and shut yourself up.jpg

Ling Song wiped his face, he felt that he was going to be autistic too.

When he came out after dawdling and changing his clothes, Wen Yuanchu had washed his face and returned to his clean and fresh appearance of a big boy. He was standing outside looking down at his phone.

Mom: Cub, you and Xiao Song, are you two serious

Wen Yuanchu: I'm serious.

Mom: Ah, I guessed it, okay, Xiao Song is also very good.

Mom: I was worried that you wouldn't want to be a wife for the rest of your life.

Mom: I didn't expect you to learn about puppy love in high school.

Mom: Come on.

Wen Yuanchu: Yes.

Ling Song called him in a low voice: "Wen Yuanchu."

Wen Yuanchu raised his eyes, Ling Song looked embarrassed: "Can you help me remove the wig, I can't pull it off."

Wen Yuanchu reached out and touched his face: "Sit down."

Ling Song was stunned for a moment,... What are you touching.

Twenty minutes later, Ling Song's hair was removed and his face was washed.

Wen Yuanchu sent a message to the monitor and led him to leave the school early.

Walking out of the school gate, Ling Song heaved a sigh of relief: "I won't play this role in the future."

Originally, he wanted to become a hit, but in the end he lost face in front of the eyes of all the teachers and students in the school.

He almost didn't have to go to the school post bar to see how those people would laugh at him.

Oh, no, it was obscenity about his relationship with Wen Yuanchu.

Wen Yuanchu changed the subject and asked him, "What do you want for lunch?"

"Eat out?"

"Well, I'll take you to play in the afternoon after dinner."

When Ling Song heard this, he was immediately happy again. When he thought that there would be three days off for New Year's Day, the boy's troubles were quickly forgotten: "Let's go, let's eat roasted whole lamb!"

The two of them took the subway to the business district, and picked a very popular restaurant. After sitting down, Wen Yuanchu ordered food, and Ling Song was still sending people WeChat.

Several groups of classmates asked to go out to eat and play together, but Ling Song didn't answer.

What's the point of playing with a bunch of people? He and Wen Yuanchu are more fun.

He asked Wen Yuanchu: "Where are we going to play in the afternoon?"

Wen Yuanchu poured him the freshly squeezed juice: "What do you think?"

"Go see a movie first, there are a lot of new movies recently."

Wen Yuanchu: "As you wish."

Ling Song happily clicked on the ticketing app to choose the movie he wanted to watch.

In the end, after picking and choosing, he picked a youth romance movie, and held up his mobile phone to Wen Yuanchu to show him: "Will you watch this?"

Wen Yuanchu asked calmly, "Why do you want to watch this?"

Ling Song shook his head: "The heroine is beautiful."

"... If you like it, then watch this, I don't care."

Wen Yuanchu took a sip of the juice.

Ling Song's eyes fell on his lips, and he remembered the touch when he kissed there before, and couldn't help but blush and heartbeat.

Wen Yuanchu looked at him puzzled.

Ling Song laughed: "Eat, eat, this mutton is really delicious."

After a full meal, they bought milk tea and popcorn and went to the cinema.

Sitting in the screening room, Ling Song realized that most of the people who came to watch this film were couples in pairs.

There were only him and Wen Yuanchu, boys in high school uniforms, no wonder the security guard at the door looked at them a few more times when they entered the door just now...

This is prejudice, can't high school boys watch romance movies

What's more, he, a dead ghost who came four hundred years ago, hasn't experienced any big storms

The popcorn in Ling Song's mouth crackled.

On the big screen, the hero and heroine are lingering in love and falling apart.

Seeing them secretly kissing behind the bookshelves in the school library, Ling Song silently swallowed the popcorn in his mouth, inexplicably recalling the scene where he accidentally kissed Yuanchu on stage before.

... kinda sucks.

This movie has a lot of intimate scenes.

Especially in the second half of the movie, after the two protagonists enter the adult society, there will be a passionate scene almost every ten minutes.

Ling Song blushed.

He hasn't seen these.

He is still a young chicken up to now, and it doesn't count to make out some eclectic scenes in his dreams.

It stands to reason that four hundred years ago, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, he should have married and had children, and he was still an emperor.

It's a pity that before he completed his lifelong mission, he encountered great changes. In the first two years of his enthronement, he was terribly afraid of strangers, and he didn't want to let anyone he didn't know get close, let alone marry a wife.

Later, the Tai Tu ministers urged him to continue the country, and the regent chose a marriage for him, but he didn't marry anyone back until he died.

There are no concubines, the regent said, he has to give birth to the eldest son, and he can't touch other people casually to lose his health.

He was obedient and obedient, and never had any thoughts about the little maids in Xingqing Palace.

Of course, he didn't know anything.

He had secretly read the brochures Xiao Dezi got for him.

Just haven't tried it.

There were already young couples in the front row who couldn't hold back, hugging and booing together.

Ling Song couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Wen Yuanchu's broad palm stretched out and blocked his eyes.

Ling Song tilted his head, and all he could see was Wen Yuanchu's serious profile staring at the big screen.

What's the meaning

He couldn't hold back, grabbed Wen Yuanchu's palm, and bit his hand hard.

Wen Yuanchu's face was calm, and when he finished biting, he withdrew his hand and took out a tissue to wipe it off.

Looking at his actions, Ling Song deeply felt that he was disgusted, and his heart was broken.

Wen Yuanchu is always inexplicable.

At the end of the movie, the hero and heroine experienced several separations and reunions, life and death, and finally reunited at the airport, embracing and kissing.

Ling Song sucked the milk tea with a straw in his mouth indifferently.

If it were him, I would take the plane, it's so fun to fly, can't we change the time for Dabo

When the ending song came out, the lights in the auditorium were turned on again, and the audience got up and left one after another.

In the end, only the two of them were left, still sitting in place without moving.

Ling Song ate the last few popcorns slowly, and Wen Yuanchu asked him, "Aren't you leaving?"

Ling Song stretched his waist: "I'm tired of watching this kind of movie, it's not interesting at all, it's a waste of time."

Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "You chose it yourself."

Ling Song curled his lips: "What's the point of talking about love, Qingqing, I, I, I, I should have chosen a funny movie if I knew it."

"Do you think it's pointless to talk about love?"

Ling Song wanted to say "Of course not", but when the words came to his lips, he met Wen Yuanchu's gaze, swallowed it back, and changed his words: "That depends on who you are with, hehe."

Wen Yuanchu stood up: "Let's go."

... Why is this person unhappy again

Ling Song followed up like a dog, hugged Wen Yuanchu's arm, and walked close to him: "Dad Yuanchu, am I wrong? Why don't you respond?"

Wen Yuanchu's voice was light: "There's nothing wrong with it. It's really meaningless to talk about love with someone you don't like."

Ling Song blinked, and suddenly some messy thoughts came to his mind, he got closer to Wen Yuanchu, and asked him with a thief smile: "Hey, Wen Yuanchu, I saw you were serious about the sex scene in the movie just now. , Have you tried it secretly?"

Wen Yuanchu squinted at him: "With whom?"

"Then how do I know, who knows if you are serious on the outside but coquettish on the inside..."

Wen Yuanchu withdrew his hand, ignoring him.

Ling Song persisted, and posted it again: "Tell me, tell me, is there any?"

Wen Yuanchu was annoyed: "Why should I try?"

"Seventeen or eighteen people, can you really bear it?"

"The hand grows on your own body, if you don't know how to use it, chop it off."

Ling Song's little head became dull for a few seconds, and when he realized the meaning of Wen Yuanchu's words, he burst out laughing.

Finally, he squatted on the ground, couldn't stand up straight from laughing, and looked up at Wen Yuanchu: "Really? Which hand? Usually the right hand? The right hand is convenient."

Huh? He even bit the man's right hand just now.

Embarrassed.

Wen Yuanchu's face turned green: "Get up, can you go?"

Ling Song refused, resting his chin on one hand, looking at him with a smile, and continued to tease him: "I really didn't see it, Dad Yuanchu, so you would do this kind of thing too. Before, Wang Zide and the others shared their experience in the group, and I still Thinking about it, someone like you will definitely not have such a need.”

Wen Yuanchu tried his best to endure, and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, why can't I have needs?"

Too.

Ling Songxin said, but he didn't, not even doing it himself.

In my previous life, I only occasionally dreamed of some messy things, and then they came out of the dream.

In this life,...he is being squeezed by Wen Yuanchu every day, and he only has a sea of books in his mind, and his dreams are all abcd, trigonometric functions, and energy conservation, let alone those romantic days.

Wen Yuanchu looked displeased: "Have you discussed this issue with Wang Zide and the others?"

"They're all boys, what's wrong with the discussion? They're still sharing resources with me in the group." Ling Song disagreed.

Wen Yuanchu frowned: "What resource? Have you read it?"

"Am I like that? It's degrading."

In fact, he studied for a long time, but he didn't study how to download it successfully, so he had to forget it.

But he had no face to admit it.

Wen Yuanchu didn't bother to talk to him anymore and dragged him up from the ground.

"gone."

They went to the arcade in the mall.

It was the first time for Ling Song to come to this kind of place, and he thought it was fun to see everything, but he couldn't play anything, it all depended on Wen Yuanchu.

Wen Yuanchu soon had a large pile of won game tickets in his hand.

Ling Song admired him so much.

"Yuanchu's father is really amazing."

"Dad's hands in the early Yuan Dynasty can not only be self-sufficient as thumb brothers, but also flexible in playing games."

"It's really enviable."

Wen Yuanchu forcefully dragged him into the toilet cubicle, slammed the door, and slapped Ling Song's ass.

He really couldn't bear it today.

If this little bastard doesn't fight for a day, he has to go to the house to expose the tiles.

Ling Song's eyes widened in astonishment, and he jumped back clutching his buttocks: "What are you doing... Are you sick?"

Wen Yuanchu looked at him coldly: "Who is sick? Are you in a bad mood? Who taught you to speak nasty words?"

"You admitted it yourself, let me tell you what's wrong? Dare to do it, but dare not let people tell?"

Wen Yuanchu's eyes were dangerous, almost gnashing his teeth: "Dare you dare to do it or not?"

"That's right, you admitted it yourself."

"What about you? What did you kiss me on stage before? Don't dare to say it?"

Ling Song blushed instantly.

"say."

"Say fart, isn't that a script? There's nothing to say."

Wen Yuanchu reminded him in a cold voice: "The script is a kiss, don't tell me you forgot."

Ling Song continued to speak stubbornly: "I just forgot."

"Say it again."

Hearing Wen Yuanchu's chilly tone, Ling Song was finally timid. He muttered for a long time, and choked out a sentence: "Who told you that the princess you played is too beautiful, I was fascinated by ghosts, and I just couldn't hold it for a while."

"What's the matter with a kiss? You are a man anyway, and you won't lose a piece of meat. You care about every detail."

"Don't say it's your first kiss, I don't believe it."

Wen Yuanchu said angrily, "Why can't it be my first kiss?"

Ling Song snorted softly: "Didn't you say that you have someone you like? How many times have you secretly kissed others? Who would believe that this is your first kiss?"

"The person I like is a two hundred and five like you. Even if I really kiss him, he will not admit it. Are you satisfied?"

Ling Song rolled up his sleeves: "You scolded me again, you want to fight, don't you?"

Wen Yuanchu gave up wasting words with him here, slammed the door and left.

Ling Song chased out angrily.

"Wen Yuanchu, what do you mean?"

Wen Yuanchu stopped in his tracks and stared indifferently ahead: "It's nothing interesting, I'm probably only two hundred and five."

Ling Song: "???"

How dare you scold yourself

Wen Yuanchu went to the shooting machine, continued to consume unused game coins, and kept shooting balls into the basket.

Once, once, fast and hard, as if to vent.

Ling Song stood by and watched.

Inexplicably a little guilty.

After hesitating again and again, he picked up his phone and sent a WeChat message into the group.

Ling Song: Wen Yuanchu asked me why I kissed him on stage. I said it was because he was so beautiful. He seemed to be angry. He scolded me two hundred and five, and he also scolded himself two hundred and five. Why

Lin Qiuyi: ...

Yao Nana: ...

Xia Langxing: Hehehe, aren't you just a two hundred and five.

Lin Qiuyi: Girl, why are you so stupid, let your mother tell you what is good about you...

Yao Nana: Keep it simple, face the reality, you like Wen Yuanchu, otherwise you would kiss him in public @lingsong

Ling Song blankly pressed the phone screen to black.

He likes Wen Yuanchu

His eyes fell on Wen Yuanchu's overly handsome cold face, and the phrase "how could it be possible" came to his lips, and he suddenly couldn't say it.

... seems to be really bad.

Wen Yuanchu was upset.

On the 124th day of his return, he kissed me on stage.

But he didn't know what he was doing at all, he was just a pure two hundred and five.

Can't be happy.