belief in blood

midwinter

The snow in Paris this year is alive with people's shouts.It fell one after another, but within a few hours, the snow fell heavily, turning Paris into a snow castle.

Ah Cheng proposed to Minglou to eat hot pot, "Brother, let's have hot pot in the afternoon. I haven't eaten for a long time. Today is the winter solstice, and the two of us don't know how to make dumplings. Why don't we eat hot pot, it's also warm in winter."

Minglou agreed with Mingcheng's proposal. "Okay, then you go to prepare, we will have hot pot in the afternoon."

With Minglou's approval, Mingcheng began to prepare the base and ingredients for the hot pot.

Mingcheng wandered around the underground supermarket by himself, muttering to himself, "Brother doesn't like lettuce, doesn't like carrots, and is allergic to scallions and ginger, I'm so picky about eating, I don't know why he's still so fat, eh?_? What should I buy?"

“Buy a big crab and take it home”

"No, brother, he has a cold from crab roe. Huh?_?...Brother...Big...brother..."

Minglou watched Ah Cheng's face change from white to pink and then crimson.

"What? Do you have any complaints about my picky eater?"

"No, how could it be, big brother. Let's go home, I've bought everything."

Dim lights, little stars in the dark.Mingcheng was wearing casual clothes, and Minglou looked at the drunk Mingcheng.The deep voice, the slender fingers, and the thick calluses covered the thick palms that didn't match it. (That is left over from many years of gun practice.)

Minglou knew that the man in front of him was not only his brother, comrade in arms, and life and death partner.He is still his lover, his treasure!

Minglou kissed Ah Cheng's lips, this person's life.The person who is destined to be her is for the Ming family, and she will be buried in the grave of the Ming family with herself.

"Brother, I love you."

"Brother loves you too, Ah Cheng"