"Baby, what are you looking at?"

A man's call came from behind him. Zhang Manshu withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the other person. Her long eyelashes were raised, and her lively face turned into a kind of worldly calmness. "I didn't see anything."

After lazily dealing with the man's tiredness of getting up in the morning, Zhang Manshu sent the man away with her last patience and couldn't wait to run to the small western-style building next door. Unfortunately, she only saw the butt of the car leaving.

Zhang Manshu looked at him in a daze, completely forgot about time.

Lynch stood at the door and saw Yu Tanqiu away in a daze. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Manshu's crazy expression. He felt a move in his heart. Isn't this the little girl who was interested in Yu Tanqiu back then?

It was said that it was back then, but in fact it was only less than a year.

Lynch looked at Zhang Manshu kindly with the heart of his elders in his arms, without interrupting Zhang Manshu's infatuation.

A breeze blew, and the smell of perfume on her body overnight poured into her nose. Zhang Manshu suddenly had a cold war, as if she had suddenly woken up from a dream. She tightened her shawl and moved her eyes from a distant place to Lynch.

When she met with gentle eyes, she was stunned.

Lynch smiled at her and said, "Hello."

Zhang Manshu doesn't use any makeup at this moment, and she is simply wearing a girl's fair face. She is just eighteen years old and is in her prime, but her expression cannot hide her fatigue. She also forced a smile at Lynch, "Hello."

The two looked at each other through the iron railing and the vines and flowers.

Zhang Manshu was surprised that the person in front of him had not changed at all.

She just saw clearly on the balcony that Yu Tanqiu's appearance changed, and she became less like the young man like the porcelain man. The porcelain man's shell vaguely exuded sharpness, restrained, and even more scared the bystanders, and what she saw

Compared to those men, they had a similar aura, and they were very disappointed.

She is not still in love with Yu Tanqiu.

That is just the ignorant tremor when you are young.

She just missed the past very much.

But what's good is that Lynch next to Yu Tanqiu has not changed. Time has stopped for a short time and lasted forever.

"Master Lin, you have moved here too." Zhang Manshu put away his thoughts of sadness and tragic autumn and smiled generously.

Lynch nodded first, then said, "How do you know I am Master Lin?"

Zhang Manshu's tone when he heard his speech was inexplicably tender, and his tone became softer, "I... I heard what my second brother said."

"Oh, Mr. Zhang," Lynch looked at the small western-style building next door and said happily, "Is Mr. Zhang okay?"

Zhang Manshu rubbed herself with her shoulders, as if she was comforting and hugging her. Her lips moved and she whispered: "Okay...normal."

"What does this mean?" Lynch asked in confusion.

"Forget it..." Zhang Manshu stopped talking and turned around and entered the garden of his small western-style building, waved to Lynch, "Goodbye."

Lynch also waved his hand, but Zhang Manshu had already entered the market decisively and didn't see it anymore.

Lynch suddenly felt that Zhang Manshu's expression and expression were very familiar, not the familiarity of a year ago, but another kind of similarity.

When Yu Tanqiu came back in the evening, Lynch was surprised to tell Yu Tanqiu that the neighbor next door was Zhang Manshu. Yu Tanqiu looked cold and did not respond. He took off his coat and hung it.

"What a big girl, she's completely different from a year ago." Lynch sighed.

Yu Tanqiu unbuttoned the buttons of her sleeves and said calmly: "Don't pay attention to her."

Lynch smiled hurriedly, "Why, are you shy?"

Yu Tanqiu glanced at him sideways. The face similar to Yu Boju was only a pair of eyes that were particularly different. In fact, it was the same, big and black. However, Yu Boju's righteous eyes were embedded in Yu Tanqiu's body. I don't know why.

It looks particularly ghastly.

"What am I shy about?" Yu Tanqiu suddenly reached out and pulled Lynch's hand in his palm and rubbed it, rubbing Lynch's soft hands into a tight shape like a magnolia bud. "You should not touch those bad thoughts."

Lynch's face turned slightly red, "What kind of bad thoughts can I make?"

Yu Tanqiu splashed dirty water: "An old man looked at the fresh and tender female student and looked up to make fun of him, so he would not be embarrassed?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Lynch said weakly.

Of course Yu Tanqiu knew that he was talking nonsense, and he just talked badly. He couldn't help but tease him, and then pinched Lynch's hand like a spring, "Can you dance?"

"Dance?" Lynch said, "What dance?" He replied only when Yu Tanqiu pulled his hand and walked towards the center of the living room: "I can't dance any way."

"If you don't know, you have to learn." Yu Tanqiu's hand changed to a patch and pressed his palm against Lynch's.

The tailor's hands are very slender, and Yu Tanqiu also has two big hands, similar in size to Lynch, and can be stuck together with tight slits. Yu Tanqiu's hand bent, his fingers embedded in Lynch's fingers and held his hand, and his other hand was very forceful.

He hugged Lynch's waist.

Lynch was born with a pale piece of paper. Yu Tanqiu carefully filled it with tonics. After filling it, it was still a piece of paper. He could hold it with a long arm with a thin waist.

Yu Tanqiu took Lynch like a kidnap and wanted to train ballroom dance with him.

Lynch was hugged by him and was rushing around. The light gray robe on his body was wrapped around Yu Tanqiu's arm. The middle part was strangled, and it was scattered up and down, as if he was wearing a skirt. As Yu Tanqiu took him to rotate, the gray robe also opened.

A dull lotus emerged.

Lynch didn't know how to laugh, first smiled, then laughed out loud, with a faint dimples on his face and a bright look, and Yu Tanqiu smiled as well.

The chandelier above his head radiated a dazzling light. Yu Tanqiu thought in a spiral of spinning: Why is this person not old, so young and brilliant.

The pale lips with clear edges and angular tiles were slightly raised. Because of the smile, a little white teeth were exposed between the two lips, fresh and shiny.

Who can imagine that this man is old enough to be his father?

Yu Tanqiu tried his best and suddenly stopped. Lynch suddenly crashed into Yu Tanqiu's arms due to the rotation inertia. It was a swaying posture in a ballroom dance. There was a bright chandelier above his head, very dazzling, dodging.

He blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm dizzy when I turn."

The lips were pressed down at that moment. Unlike the slightest tastes that happened in countless sleeps, Yu Tanqiu put in a ruthless effort, almost as if he had a grudge against Lynch. His posture was without tenderness, but he seemed to be about to swallow Lynch alive.

, extremely roughly squeezed the tip of his tongue into Lynch's mouth.

Lynch seemed to be stunned, his lips and tongue were stiff and allowed to be merciless at Yu Tanqiu's mercy, and slowly closed his eyes.

Yu Tanqiu oppressed Lynch and kissed Lynch and was almost breathless. When Yu Tanqiu stood up and picked him up, he still closed his eyes. Yu Tanqiu's breath sprayed on him, and saw Lynch's eyes tightly closed,

Suddenly, he pressed his waist hard, "Open your eyes!"

Lynch shook his eyelashes and opened his eyes to look at him. His expression was unexpectedly calm. I don't know if it was a bright light that stabbed his eyes or something else, but there was a hint of tears in his eyes.

Light.

Yu Tanqiu patiently cooked a pot of warm water, but while cooking, he found that the pot was full of thoughts. He held Lynch's hand, hugged Lynch's waist, and when he secretly kissed Lynch, Lynch accidentally

His trembling eyelashes were so cunning, and he pretended to be ignorant and indulged him.

Yu Tanqiu is really a little fed up.

This is his territory now, and he can spread everything out.

"Who is it?" Yu Tanqiu held Lynch's hand and slowly swam on Lynch's face, pinching his soft cheeks with one hand, and said with a gloomy face, "Who are you seeing in your eyes now?"

Lynch sighed silently in his heart. It was time to show his true acting skills, "Tanqiu, let it go."

Yu Tanqiu lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Lynch's forehead. His eyes gathered light and hit Lynch's pupils like nails. "When did you know?"

Lynch lowered his eyelashes and said calmly: "I didn't fall asleep that day."

Yu Tanqiu didn't want to ask about it any day. He looked at Lynch's soft appearance, but he didn't feel happy at all. Huge sorrow enveloped him. He would rather Lynch be panicked, afraid, or even refuse angrily than want to see

It looks like Lynch is a stagnant pool.

It seemed that no matter what Yu Tanqiu did, he would endure it.

It is to endure, not to accept it willingly.

Why? Just because Yu Tanqiu is Yu Boju’s son, just because of his face.

Still can't get over it, it's still a dead end.

Yu Tanqiu's fingers were slightly loose, and Lynch's soft cheeks were elastically closed, rubbing over Yu Tanqiu's fingertips. The silky touch made Yu Tanqiu's mind move, and the sad thoughts were immediately suppressed.

No matter what kind of thing that is rotten by Chen Zhima, Yu Tanqiu didn't have that kind of care. Yu Tanqiu pinched Lynch's face again and kissed him like a dog chewing.

Lynch adapted well to this rude kiss, and everything was familiar except that he couldn't respond.

Yu Tanqiu was still angry after kissing him. He wrapped his arm around Lynch's neck and pressed his chin on his shoulders, and said viciously: "I'll fuck you sooner or later."

Lynch shook and patted Yu Tanqiu's arm very lovingly.

The better his attitude, the more Yu Tanqiu became angry, so he let go of Lynch and went back to a room on the side to make sandbags.

Continuous exercise made Yu Tanqiu grow strong muscles and bones. With one kick, the sandbag flew high. Yu Tanqiu kicked the falling sandbag back to the high position with a beautiful round kick. This repeated the people.

After sweating and wet all over, the anger in Yu Tanqiu's heart dissipated a little.

After standing still, Yu Tanqiu subconsciously twisted his ankle and relaxed. After this twist, he stopped again - his habits were exactly the same as Yu Boju.

Yu Tanqiu's face turned red and walked out of the room with sweat on his face. Lynch was placing dishes and chopsticks, "Wash and have a meal." His expression and tone were as plain as before.

Yu Tanqiu glared at him with hatred, "I won't eat anymore."

Lynch put down his chopsticks and whispered: "Are you going on a hunger strike?"

Yu Tanqiu ignored him, went upstairs, entered his room, rinsed it with water, and after washing it briefly, he frowned and went downstairs, still wet.

Lynch seemed to have expected him to come down, and the meal was served for him, and he sat in the seat, holding a bowl in his palm.

Yu Tanqiu pulled the stool open with his face and sat down. Seeing that his hair was still dripping, Lynch got up and went to the bathroom downstairs to get a dry towel, and put it on Yu Tanqiu's head to wipe water for him.

Yu Tanqiu said in a muffled voice: "Do I and Yu Boju look very similar?"

Lynch said: "It's not like it."

Yu Tanqiu said: "Where is not like it?"

Lynch said: "Brother never loses his temper."
Chapter completed!