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Jeff's home is in a residential area in the east of Reykjavik, a certain distance from the blocks where Shen Teng and Qin Zheng's homes are located. On this day when they were guests at home, the two still chose to travel on foot.

They stayed up all night to see the geysers the night before, and after returning to Reykjavik, the two wandered around the city until noon, found a restaurant, and went to Qin Zheng's nearby to catch up on sleep after eating.Shen Teng's workplace is at his home. Due to the backlog of orders, he has been an otaku for a long time recently. It wasn't until yesterday that he walked into his house with Qin Zheng's familiarity, that Shen Teng suddenly realized that this was actually their arrival. In the past two months in Iceland, this is the second time I have been a guest at Qin Zheng's house... Well, this time I am the host.

When he was a guest last time, he politely only slept on the carpet in the living room with Qin Zheng, but this time he was pulled into the bedroom directly after taking a shower.When he was sitting barefoot on the edge of the bed and waiting, he thought Qin Zheng was rummaging through the cabinet for condoms with his back turned to him, but he didn't expect that when the second young master turned around, Shen Teng's eyes slid down, only to find that his hands were In it was a hair dryer.

- Do you want to sit on the floor, on a chair, or continue to sit on the bed?

Qin Zheng asked him.

Shen Tomato smiled and asked: What's the difference?

Qin Zheng told him: You are too tall. If you choose to sit on a chair or a bed, then I may have to stand, but if you sit on the ground, then I can sit.

Shen Teng blinked: What are you doing standing or sitting?

He really didn't react, and Qin Zheng's answer was also very clear - he sat down beside Shen Mat, pushed down the soft mattress halfway, and turned on the old-fashioned hair dryer that was plugged in, blowing In the sound of the drum, help Shen Teng blow his long hair that was still dripping.

——Aren’t you going to stand and blow?

In the quiet gap where the second young master was not very familiar with the operation and stopped halfway to check whether the hair between his fingers was dry, Shen Teng held the hair that was carefully rubbed by the man but was still messed up because he didn't comb it, and said softly and dryly. asked.

—was meant to stand.

It was clear that he was still using his fingers as a comb to help Shen Teng comb out the tangled and knotted hair just now, but Qin Zheng quickly lost his mind, and slowly pressed the back of Shen Teng's head with the belly of his fingers, and finally stopped his palm on someone's fragile On the back of the neck, he smiled softly and said: But this is more convenient for me to do what I want to do.

Before his kiss came, Shen Teng closed her eyes obediently, thinking in her heart: So condoms will eventually be useful, sooner or later.

I don't know what other love stories in this world that are turned from bed partner relationships are like.

Two people who are familiar with every inch of each other's skin and sensitive points before their love begins, suddenly choose to put the fusion of hearts in a more important position, try to understand each other, tolerate each other, and burst out more passionate love together. passion or more lasting truth.Shen Teng didn't know how others did it, but he felt that he was very unskilled in doing it, and the degree of difficulty was no less than the first time he tried to hold a carving knife under Shen Yuru's gaze when he was a child.

Not only in bed, he and Qin Zheng do many things more in harmony than other people in the world, but those in harmony are in the end a tacit understanding from their time as bed partners. Once their identities change, Shen Teng will always be in a certain place. For a moment, a strange feeling suddenly appeared.

It's like whenever you push open the door of the semi-basement, walk up the steps, and see Qin Zheng leaning against the street lamp like that, or looking at his mobile phone in a daze, or looking at him with a calm smile, Shen Teng's heart will always be triggered and a moment will arise. between unreal.

He would always blink, clenched his fingers subconsciously, and then curled up the corners of his lips, stepping on the cobblestone road, walking over to stand side by side with the young master as if nothing had happened while his heartbeat missed.

How can I put it this way, how many people accept everything immediately when something that they never imagined will happen to them actually happens?

At least Shen Teng often feels that he is still in a dream.

I don't know if Shen Yuru ever felt the same feeling every time she opened the store door and saw Edwin standing by the street lamp waiting for her.

Maybe not, Shen Teng thought.

After all, although his grandmother has talked about several more relationships than himself who has only been in a serious relationship with one person, and seems to be more experienced in the field of love, but different from Shen Teng's playful, Shen Yuru is always showing a part of herself seriously every time. The soul communicates with each other, even if the number of times without a problem ends up in exchange for strangers, passers-by, daughters, fiancés, and grandchildren who left her, at least those loves and admirations that she never regrets are real. of.

But Shen Teng was different.

For so many years, his wandering among the flowers was really just wandering, never trying to stop.Those dewy love affairs embellished the small boat of Shen Tso's life one after another, and withered away bit by bit on the way he paddled the boat alone to the deep depths, not even the slightest trace of the name was engraved in his memory .

Shen Teng originally thought that he would always be alone like this, but not long ago, he just welcomed another person who was also alone on the boat but happened to meet him on the way onto his boat.

Surprisingly, at first, Shen Ma thought that his small boat was so flimsy that it would surely overturn and shatter sooner or later with one more passenger, causing disasters, but unexpectedly, nothing happened—when Qin Zheng got out of his On the deck of the solitary boat with precise structure and modern style, he jumped behind his simple and simple canoe without hesitation. Approximate to a speed that has hardly changed, and continue to go deep with Shen Teng.

Nothing has changed, except that there is an unexpected and completely expected fellow traveler beside him.

"What are you thinking?" the fellow traveler asked him.

In front of the exquisite display window of the small museum, Shen Teng blinked his eyes back to his senses, turned his head to meet Qin Zheng's gaze, and asked a question that he hadn't been thinking about just now: "What do you like about me?"

There are many museums scattered in Reykjavik, most of which are set up spontaneously by residents, with different sizes and varieties. The very famous collection includes more than 200 kinds of creatures, including elves, humans, and sperm whales. The Penis Museum of Genitals is just one of them.And on a corner of the street from Shen Tom's house to Jeff's house, there happened to be a small museum opened by a local old lady that collected thousands of pieces of Chinese porcelain.

Shen Teng just looked at a blue and white porcelain plate with a landscape background on the shelf, and fell into boundless thoughts.

Qin Zheng's rhetorical question was calmer than his: "How long has it been since I first expressed my love to you?"

Shen Teng was asked to stand still, although his face still had an expression of indifferent thinking, in fact, his head had been churned into a mess.

How long has it been, since when, since Qin Zheng celebrated his birthday, or in Budapest, he seemed to be quite blatant on the cruise ship in Vienna, but if you want to say it this way, was it when he was in Jiangcheng... Uh, after all Which is the correct answer Miss Qin wants?

Countless little Shen Teng drowned and drowned while floating in the sea of ​​his memory to search for the answer.

But Qin Zheng, a cruel guy, still didn't let those poor little Shen tomos go, and continued to ask questions: "How long have we been together?"

Shen Teng knows this question!He cleared his throat and said calmly, "From your birthday to now, No. 20 days."

Qin Zheng said "hmm": "It's been 20 days, and you didn't think of asking this question until now."

Shen Teng: "..."

His sarcasm could have been a little less obvious.

Shen Teng retorted unwillingly: "I confessed to you first."

The couples in the world are more happy to see-saw in the game of love. It seems that as long as they occupy the commanding heights of "being loved more", they will become the winners with more initiative in this relationship.But Shen Tomato didn't care about these things, and at this moment, he was still arguing with Qin Zheng about who said he liked it first.

Qin Zheng wanted to laugh, but he held back and continued the topic in a serious manner: "Then what do you like about me?"

Shen Teng had prepared the answer to this question 20 days ago together with "What do you think is love" that Qin Zheng had already asked him. Others don’t quite fit, but I’m just right.” “I’m not interested in anyone, but I’ve listened carefully to your words and silence over and over again.”…

Isn't that the reason why people like another person?

Shen Teng thought for a while, then looked at Qin Zheng frankly again: "Just pretend I didn't ask, this question is meaningless."

"Why is it meaningless?" Qin Zheng once again disagreed with him, "Do you think that there is no need to answer an answer that seems to have no objection?"

Shen Teng couldn't help laughing: "What do you want to say, don't dawdle."

Qin Zheng ignored him, and still turned the corner and said, "You are very good, and you also know that you are very good and worthy of the admiration of others, but you don't want to hear what is so good about you in my eyes?"

Shen Teng was stopped by his question again, and before he had time to ignite the signs of thoughtfulness, he quietly noticed that the faint starlight in Qin Zheng's eyes was flickering at a very low frequency.

He said, "But I want to hear it."

I want to hear what kind of Qin Zheng is in your eyes.

Shen Teng seemed to finally come to his senses, and suddenly realized: "If you want to hear me praise you, just say it."

Qin Zheng shrugged, raised his arm and glanced at the time displayed on the watch that Shen Teng gave him.Perhaps it was too early to be late, he didn't say anything after reading the watch, but turned around naturally to appreciate the porcelain from his hometown in a foreign country, as if the conversation just now was just a conversation.

The young master is hypocritical.

In fact, he understood what he meant, but Shen Teng, who was deliberately pretending to be stupid, was not in a hurry, and continued to look at the exhibits at a different speed from Qin Zheng's.

He did not grow up in China, but Hungary and China are friendly countries, and his grandmother is a young lady of Yancheng who has not been assimilated by China and Europe for decades. Such a miraculous picture that porcelain can be sold by catty, but there are also several exquisite pieces of Shen Yuru's scouring from different places in the house (he even accidentally smashed two of them), so it is not possible to feel completely overwhelmed by these things at this moment. Strange and new.

But compared to Qin Zheng, who grew up in Chinese culture and has long been accustomed to it, Shen Teng should still be considered a foreigner.

But—but Qin Zheng actually read slower than him!

After wandering around in this small museum hidden in the residential area for two full laps, Shen Ma stood by the door where they first came in and looked back, only to find that Qin Zheng was still facing away from him. The exhibits remained motionless in a daze.

Shen Teng remembered that place, there should be a porcelain pillow on the shelf, it was very beautiful, but the pillow must be very uncomfortable under the neck.

Qin Zheng looked at the porcelain pillow, he looked at Qin Zheng, neither of them was in a hurry.I don't know how Qin Zheng was interested, but Shen Teng thought it was very interesting anyway, and he didn't even pay attention to the new tourists who came in by the door. He didn't smile until the voice of an old woman seemed to be asking him a question. He deliberately answered the phrase "what are you thinking" that he heard for the second time today.

"The person I like is having a little trouble with me, and I'm thinking about how to coax him."

The pronunciation and reading of "he" and "she" in Icelandic are not quite the same. As the owner of these thousands of porcelains, the curator's wife should have recognized it, but she didn't care too much.

"So you figured it out?" she asked again.

Finally, Shen Teng was willing to look away from Qin Zheng, turned his head and stood opposite this kind-looking brown-haired woman, stood politely, nodded and replied: "I thought of a wild idea, let's try it later .”

The curator slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled, silently expressing to him that he waited and saw.

To some extent, it can be said that this lady has nothing in common with Shen Teng's grandmother.Needless to say, the facial features and contours of the East and the West are completely different, and the dressing styles and manners of the two ladies are also very different.If you have to compare, Qin Zheng once said that Shen Yuru is like Audrey Hepburn, and the curator in front of you is like Brenda Bryce wearing an Icelandic sweater. You can immediately walk into Jane Austen with an apron. The set played the apple-muscled Mrs. Bennet.

"What are you talking about, Elizabeth?" Qin Zheng walked over.

Shen Teng choked, remembering that the second young master had just watched the movie version of "Pride and Prejudice" on the sofa with him last week, so he gave him a casual look and said, "Talk about things that don't interest you at all, Da Mr. West."

Qin Zheng gracefully put one hand behind his back and nodded to the two: "That's really a pity, Mrs. Darcy."

"Mrs. Bennet" interjected at the right time: "Liz, don't forget what you just said to me."

Shen Teng nodded very engrossed in the drama: "Good mother."

In the background of a residential area museum with few tourists and a room full of Chinese porcelain, the curator's wife from Reykjavik, Iceland, and two men from Budapest, Hungary and Yancheng, China, jointly performed a performance from the nineteenth century in the United Kingdom. A modern repertoire of century country living.

Before Qin Zheng could take the next line, he was held by the filial second daughter of the Bennett family and Mrs. Shen Elizabeth Tomas, and held them in his calloused palms from years of violin making. A kiss was lightly placed on the lips, and he raised his head to look at him with quiet eyes, his smiling eyes curved, and answered the answer to the question Qin Zheng wanted to hear just now with a low-key gentleness: "I fell in love with you at first sight, Mr Darcy."