The Melaleuca Routine of Fishing Attack

When Lin Yan went back to his room, he also vaguely saw a familiar figure, was it Xie Moyu?

Standing by the window, drinking hot milk, while lowering his eyes, he saw the young man reverse into the garage, open the car door and get out of the car. He was wearing a white loose shirt and aqua blue jeans.

When he got out of the car, he glanced at himself several times.

Lin Yan thought he saw him, and thought it was a little funny, but he soon realized that the young man was just surprised that someone suddenly lived in this house.

Lin Yan watched him from afar.

The young man walked home with a long bunch of keys in his slender fingers, his back seemed to be cheerful and joyful.

The interval between the two houses is not long.

Looking from the small window on the north side of the room, I happened to be able to see several figures reflected in the bright yellow halo on the tall floor-to-ceiling windows of the old house next door, and one of them was Xie Moyu.

Lin Yan turned and left.

This house is too big and too deserted for him.

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Is the new resident really him?

Xie Moyu untied his tie slowly and threw it on the sofa, thinking, that was such a coincidence.

"Didn't that house belong to an old gentleman before?" Xie Moyu asked.

"Hmm. What's wrong?"

"He seems to have moved away many years ago. Did he sell this apartment to Lin Yan?"

Xie Moyu was hesitating when to take a stroll to visit the door, when there was a click, the door outside the villa opened, and his mother, Jiang Li, was hanging a bag of fruit on her wrist, she smiled when she saw him, and said: "It can be regarded as home, hey, again Thin."

Jiang Li is a lady who pays great attention to maintenance and loves beauty. She is nearly fifty years old. When she goes out with Xie Moyu, some people think she is his sister. This girl can sit at the dressing table every morning and take all kinds of bottles and cans to wipe. One hour, not tired at all.

Some gossip editors always like to bring his mother along when they brag about Xie Moyu's beauty, saying that she has an elegant temperament and can't see the traces of time, and that Xie Moyu's good looks are originally from his mother.

Then his father came in.

His father's name is Xie Rong, he is quite old, and has the characteristics that men of this age have.The hair is thin and gray. The hair dyed last time can no longer be seen as black this time, and there are white hairs emerging from the temples.He always has a serious face.

Xie Moyu took the fruit from his mother and placed it on the coffee table.

The servant came to open the bag and washed it, and asked Xie Ping, "Mr. Xie, do you want to eat?"

He shook his head, and the servant put the fruit in the refrigerator.

Xie Rong was sitting on the sofa holding a tablet, opened the page, and happened to see a news item: "Xie Moyu Linyi Bar Hugging Kiss", he frowned, clicked on it, and there was a blurry moving picture at the bottom, which was clearly two men.

He immediately raised his eyebrows and asked, "Ayu, who is this?"

Xie Moyu glanced at the contents of the tablet, and after a while, said slowly: "This is a director, the news is scribbled, it doesn't matter."

"That's good." Xie Rong raised his legs, flicked the cigarette ash, and said, "Don't follow those nonsense, find a partner early, and get married. I think Xie Wei is pretty good, are you two still talking?"

He and Xie Wei were purely for gossip, and never talked about it at all.

But if it was a split, his father would probably be suspicious again, and by the way urged him to find a partner. Xie Moyu got a headache just thinking about it, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He didn't speak, and casually said: "I'm talking."

"When will you bring it back for a look?" Xie Rong began to look forward to it: "If you are in love, just talk about it, don't play with the little girl's feelings."

"Besides, it's too early." Xie Moyu looked at the sky: "I'm only in my 20s, I don't want to step into the grave of marriage so early."

Jiang Li glanced at him and waved his hand: "Okay, you go upstairs, your dad loves to talk about you."

Before dinner started, Xie Moyu was thinking about the audition.

He took off the light-colored windbreaker, pressed the indoor elevator, went up to the third floor, turned around and entered his room, hung up the windbreaker, started to light the lamp on the desk, and read the novel called "light the fire".

The background is that during the period of the Republic of China, in a church school, the school's rules and regulations strictly controlled the communication between the opposite sex, but paid less attention to the same sex.In this context, the two boys met...

Before he finished reading, the servant went upstairs to say that dinner was ready.

A family of four sits around the dining table.

Dinner is very light, fried shrimp with peas, osmanthus yam, sweet taste.

"Brother, will you go to the next door later?"

"No." Xie Moyu took a spoonful of porridge and blew, "I'm busy."

"Tsk tsk tsk," Xie Zifeng looked at him with a smile: "Go if you want, hehe, brother, don't be shy..."

"What are you sorry for?" Xie Moyu's ears warmed up, he nodded with his index finger, and said, "I'm afraid of disturbing him."

"Next door?" Mother asked suspiciously, "What are you doing next door?"

"Is your brother in a relationship?" the father asked, "With the little girl next door? Isn't he still in a relationship with Xie Wei..."

Xie Zifeng nodded: "It's not about dating, but it's about the same nature."

Xie Moyu:

It does not make sense.

He put down his chopsticks, and explained in a pretentious manner: "No, don't listen to her nonsense."

Thanks Dad & Mom: "?"

Even more suspicious.

"The next door is a director. My brother has always been a fan of him. He just moved here." Xie Zifeng explained.

"Which director?" Xie Rong asked his son, "Isn't it the one on the news just now?"

Xie Moyu said vaguely, "No."

Xie Rong: "Oh."

After speaking, he looked at him again.

Xie Moyu had dinner, took advantage of the night breeze, walked out of the house and stood in the yard.

The single-family villas here are not too close to each other, and the asphalt road in the middle can pass two-way cars, and through the iron fence, you can just see Lin Yan’s home in the distance.

In the night, the fragrance of flowers wafted in the wind, and the small western-style building not far away was lit up, and the hazy halo illuminated the cold night.

He stared intently at the place where the lights were lit, his eyes flickering with the reflection of the lights.

There was a thin figure vaguely on the third floor, reflected on the light orange curtains, the next second, the figure went away, and the lights went out.

After a while, there was the sound of the door opening in the night.

Click, click.

Light footsteps.

He held his breath slightly, and after an unknown amount of time, there was a flash of whiteness between the gardenia trees.

Xie Moyu suddenly saw a young man standing in the garden next door, watering the flowers, wearing a thin shirt, Xie Moyu stood there and watched for a while, there seemed to be a cool mint fragrance in the wind.

The person opposite suddenly raised his eyes and looked over from afar.

Xie Moyu hesitated slightly.

The night is slightly cold, the long street is empty, a night light illuminates the asphalt road, and the surrounding is quiet.

Lin Yan looked over quietly and stopped to water the flowers.Under the night light, in the neighbor's garden, on the bronze-painted iron fence, there is a young man leaning vaguely. He is tall and long-legged, wearing a windbreaker.

The moonlight and the small lamps on the plants diffused a vague halo.

He was also looking towards himself.

Puff.

The young man on the opposite side smiled suddenly, with a nice voice.

"Director Lin."

"Haven't you figured out who I am?"

He asked familiarly. He opened the door of his garden and stood on the asphalt path under the moonlight. The peach blossoms planted outside the courtyard wall were not in bloom, and the reflections of the leaves on the branches swayed slightly when the wind blew past.

He has very deep eyes with long eyelashes.

Lin Yan saw it clearly, and suddenly smiled, it was Teacher Xie?

"You live here?"

Lin Yan leaned lightly on the edge of the iron fence.

"Yes. Are we destined?"

Xie Moyu strolled over, looked at him under the moonlight, leaning his arms on the cold iron fence, and asked, "You grow flowers?"

Lin Yan was holding a small iron pot for watering flowers in his hand. There were many plants in his house, such as jasmine, gardenia, and a few clumps of bamboo on both sides against the courtyard wall. The night wind blew and rustled.

"My dad planted it." Lin Yan said.

Xie Moyu looked down and saw clusters of little jasmines in the garden: "Uncle liked flowers before."

"Really." He asked dazedly.

Xie Moyu lowered his eyelashes, then raised them suddenly, as if hesitating, and asked again: "Is the house still under the old man's name? I haven't seen anyone living here for many years."

"Yeah." Lin Yan nodded: "He keeps it, and someone has been cleaning it regularly."

"Then you will live here forever?" Xie Moyu asked again.

Under the moonlight, Lin Yan's loose white shirt was blown up by the wind, outlining his waistline, his eyes seemed to melt the moonlight, clear and bright, he said, "Why?"

Seeing him like this, Xie Moyu felt as if he had been slightly scratched in his heart.

"It's nothing, I just want to be your neighbor."

Lin Yan stared at him without speaking, and asked after a while: "Are you ready for the audition tomorrow?" He changed the subject.

"I just read the book "lightthefire", and it feels good."

"Which role do you want to play?" Lin Yan asked again.

"An Qian." Xie Moyu said.

An Qian is the male number one. He has read the original, and it is a character that he feels he can empathize with and grasp well.

"It's the same as I thought." Lin Yan looked at him carefully under the moonlight.

Xie Moyu was taken aback.

What does this sentence mean?It can't be settled like this, can it?

He hasn't auditioned yet.

Maybe Lin Yan just said it casually?

Just as he was thinking, the sensor light on the porch of the villa turned on.

Over there, Xie Moyu's mother, Jiang Li, stood at the gate, and seemed to be looking for him, calling out, "Yuyu."

"Where are you, Yuyu?" Jiang Li went out of the room and called out again: "Where did you go?"

Xie Moyu: "..."

Lin Yan smiled and asked, "Your nickname?"

Xie Moyu's ears were a little red, and he suddenly had a weird feeling that could be named "shame". He lowered his eyelashes and said, "She...is used to it."

Lin Yan hummed and said, "It's okay." Even though he said so, he had a smile on his face.

Xie Moyu looked at his face, and suddenly wanted to touch his head. This thought came suddenly, inexplicably, and even a bit foul.

He didn't know what happened to himself.

Just seeing him is a little out of control.

After all, he could hardly bear it.

For Lin Yan, people who have just met a few times suddenly touch their heads—isn't it a bit too intimate?

Lin Yan glanced at Xie Moyu's mother in the distance, and said, "Then you go back. See you tomorrow."

Xie Moyu leaned his arms on the cold garden fence, bent his lips, looked at Lin Yan and said, "Before you leave, there is one more thing. My sister is your fan, can I get an autograph for her?"

Lin Yan was startled slightly, and smiled: "Fans?"

"Well. She likes your film very much."

Xie Moyu fumbled in his coat pocket for a while, and under Lin Yan's surprised gaze, he actually took out a pen—it was just put in after reading a book.

"You also brought a pen." Lin Yan couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Where to sign?"

Xie Moyu handed it to Lin Yan, raised his eyebrows and said, "How about signing it on my collar?"

It was just a joke, but Lin Yan took it seriously. He took off the cap of the pen, moved closer, lowered his head slightly, and gently touched his warm shoulder with his fingertips.

Xie Moyu:

His breath was hot, vivid and clear in the warm and cold night.

Xie Moyu lowered his eyes, and happened to see Lin Yan's drooping eyelashes, thick black, lowered, and his clear and clean black eyes were staring intently at his shirt collar.The white fingers moved lightly, a delicate touch.

"All right."

Lin Yan raised his head, closed the cap of the pen, and returned it to him: "Then, see you tomorrow."

He bowed his head to water the flowers again.

A row of small shrubs were planted under the iron fence, but they did not bloom.

Xie Moyu looked down and happened to see the black hair twirling at the back of his head.

"Brother, where are you?"

My sister also went out, looking around.

"coming."

Nice voice, gentle but somewhat magnetic.

For some reason, every time Lin Yan saw Xie Moyu, he remembered the scene at the bar that night when he smashed the man's head with his wine glass.But now he looks so gentle again.

Lin Yan glanced at his leaving back, concentrated, and felt that he was really interesting.

The author says:

The next book is "Being Chased by Bai Yueguang All the Way After Amnesia", roll around for collection——

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Everyone knew that Gu Jinrong was a bigwig in the financial circle, no one dared to mess with him, and no one dared to refuse.

Until one day, he was obsessed with a tall, indifferent handsome guy with abstinence.

Others say:

Forget it, Jiang Yan can't possibly like you.

Farewell, he likes you?Your reputation has long been ruined.

later……

He really chased people down with shamelessness.

But he doesn't know;

This person never had him in his heart;

It was only later that he discovered that the world he was in was a BL novel, and he was the biggest villain in the book.

His existence is to plunder and interfere with the emotional line of the protagonist.

And the protagonist Shou, whom he has a crush on, is about to let him "Tianliang Wang Po" neatly.

Holding a potion that can cause amnesia if he drank it, he said in front of the protagonist Shou Jiangyan: "Let's go."

He said: I will not force you anymore, this medicine, I will completely forget you after drinking it.

The moment he drank it, he seemed to see the bewilderment flashing in the protagonist's eyes, and he stretched out his hand slightly to stop it all.

But it was too late.

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Later, he remembered everyone around him;

The only thing I don't remember is the protagonist's suffering;

One day, he brought home the boy he fell in love with at first sight;

But in the darkness, a tall figure blocked the door of the house;

Slender fingers pinched his jaw, and kissed him vigorously and overwhelmingly.

"How can you forget me." The hoarse voice breathed into his earlobe: "Since you forgot, then I will ask you to remember."

the next day.

He looked at the messy bed quilt and the shadows of the people around him;

It feels like the sky is falling;

#This general attack was counterattacked? ! #

Shuangjie, double first love, everything the protagonist did before was a joke;

1v1, he;

People talk less harshly and abstinence from offense x always think that they are the victim of offense;

Attacking is never taken for granted, it has always been attacking;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!