I should have known that you were a jerk!

Pulling out the apartment password from Lu Zechuan, Fu Zhifeng kicked open the door, walked into the room with Lu Zechuan in his arms, then walked into the bedroom, threw Lu Zechuan on the bed, and casually glanced up at the door. Sweep, then sit on the edge of the bed.The room was a bit stuffy because the windows hadn't been opened all day, and the scorching heat of the day seemed to linger a bit, and the air was a little thicker, as if someone had been covered with a layer of transparent clothes.

Pulling the buttons on the collar of the shirt, two or three buttons were undone, revealing a small piece of fair chest. Fu Zhifeng looked down on the bed, then found the remote control of the air conditioner and reached out to turn on the air conditioner.

Obviously, Fu Zhifeng's patience is much better than Lu Zechuan's.After waiting for a while, the air conditioner began to spray the cool air that is so refreshing at this time, which is very comfortable.

The remaining hot feeling on his body was driven away, Fu Zhifeng twitched his lips and smiled, then relaxed his body, leaned on the head of the bed and looked at Lu Zechuan calmly.

Mr. Drunk, who was brought back by him, was lying on the bed in disheveled clothes, with a somewhat dazed expression, a bit like a little white rabbit in a pack of wolves - even though this did not match Lu Zechuan's personality at all , but this description is still very appropriate at this time.

Noticing Fu Zhifeng's gaze, the black-haired boy subconsciously turned his head slowly, showing a cute smile, his lips parted a little red and swollen from the kiss, but he didn't say anything.

Fu Zhifeng frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to cover the hazy black eyes, his eyes stayed on the red lips, and he ordered in a voice that was not soft: "Sleep."

The head under the palm moved, and Fu Zhifeng heard the intermittent words of the black-haired boy: "...shoes...take off..."

The voice was very soft, with a hint of prayer.Maybe he was drunk, but Lu Zechuan's very weak sweet tone when he usually spoke was amplified several times at this time, it was unbelievably soft, a bit like some kind of intoxicated tone.

Fu Zhifeng raised his eyebrows, withdrew his hands and put his hands on his chest: "Take off by yourself."

The black-haired boy was at a loss: "Huh?"

Fu Zhifeng repeated it patiently: "Take off your shoes by yourself."

The person lying on the bed tilted his head, his black pupils blinked twice, as if he just understood, he raised his head slightly, hummed, and slowly sat up with his hands supporting his body, Then he stretched out his arm and tried to reach his shoes, but the process...

...slightly difficult.

Twitching the corners of his mouth, Fu Zhifeng sat behind him, keeping Lu Zechuan's limp body from leaning against him so that he would not fall down, stretched out his hands to support Lu Zechuan's body, he pressed against Lu Zechuan's soft earlobe, Subconsciously lowered his voice and said lightly: "Hurry up, don't waste my time."

The heat coming from the side of the neck obviously made Lu Zechuan feel uncomfortable. He shrunk his head subconsciously, then nodded slowly: "Okay..." Then he bent down and took off his shirt slowly and neatly. shoe.

Then there were two sounds of shoes falling to the ground, the black-haired boy turned his head slowly, and smiled obediently at Fu Zhifeng, revealing a mouthful of neat and beautiful white teeth, black eyes curved into crescents, and thick eyelashes covering his eyes. Part of the eyeballs, the light projected into the eyes by the light is broken into fine pieces, like the stars in the night sky, deep and peaceful——

"...Well, take it off..."

Fu Zhifeng stared at him without speaking.

Lu Zechuan used to have a bright toothy smile in front of Fu Zhifeng, but when he was awake, each of his smiles revealed Lu Zechuan's unique surly aura, which was too free and easy, as if anything was to him. It doesn't matter what you say, he can leave right now, without any nostalgia or hope, and with that delicate and delicate face, it will give people a wild and willful feeling.

And the smile in front of him looks cute and soft. Contrary to the smile in a sober state, Lu Zechuan seems to be very dependent on others when he is drunk, and even the smile on display also seems to have a strong sense of attachment.

If Lu Zechuan was like a wild cat in his waking state, then in this situation, he was very much like a well-behaved, cute house cat longing for its owner.

It's hard to say which kind of smile suits Fu Zhifeng's appetite better, but if it's the smile in front of him——

"I prefer your smile on the bed."

Laughing a few times, Fu Zhifeng glanced at Lu Zechuan's white waist exposed under his white shirt, then slowly put Lu Zechuan's body down, then stood up and patted the non-existent dust.The flaxen-haired boy looked down at the half-closed black-haired boy on the bed. After watching for a while, he bent down and touched the soft lips of the black-haired boy. His dark blue eyes narrowed happily, and he whispered softly. Said: "Sleep, Mr. Drunkard."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and prepared to walk away——

"Fu Zhifeng..." Lu Zechuan's characteristic sweet voice suddenly came from behind.

Fu Zhifeng paused, then turned around slowly, staring at the person lying on the bed with half-down eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Your hair..." The black-haired boy slowly straightened his arms, his eyes looked straight at Fu Zhifeng's face, as if he was longing for something—even if it was an illusion, I have to say, it was still for Fu Zhifeng. Very useful——he slowly tilted his head and curled his fingers, "Why... is it flaxen...? It used to be... black..."

"Oh, this." Raising an eyebrow lazily, Fu Zhifeng glanced sideways at his flaxen hair, then smiled and seemed to explain patiently, "My hair was originally this color, the previous color It's dyed." He tapped the corners of his eyes with his index finger, and his dark blue eyes looked at the person in front of him calmly, "I'm of mixed race, so it's normal."

"Hmm..." Lu Zechuan looked at him half understanding.

Ignoring Lu Zechuan's reaction, Fu Zhifeng asked himself, "Is there anything else?"

Lu Zechuan shook his head and didn't speak any more.

"Then goodbye." With a perfunctory smile, Fu Zhifeng waved at him coldly, turned around and walked away with his long legs.

The sound of closing the door came after a while, and Lu Zechuan, who was still lying on the bed, opened his eyes in confusion, blinked his black pupils slowly, looked in the direction of the bedroom door, and twitched the corners of his mouth carelessly, He turned over, closed his eyes, and fell peacefully into a deep sleep.

A night without dreams.

The next day, the sky outside the window was as clear as ever, the sky was blue, the sun was hanging high in the sky, unscrupulously swaying the dazzling scorching sun, without any white or black clouds to cover it - all in all, today's weather is very common in summer Oven-like heat.

With a cry, Lu Zechuan curled up in a corner of the bed, and slowly opened his eyes.The white sunlight penetrated into his eyes the moment he opened them, and he narrowed his eyes subconsciously. It took him a long time to get used to the utterly bright room in front of him. Lu Zechuan stretched out his arms, covering the sky outside the window The shrunken sun in the middle, and then smiled brightly like a naughty child.

The dizziness caused by the hangover still lingered in his body, and he was uncomfortable, but at this moment, Lu Zechuan somehow felt that his mood was refreshed, purely happy for no reason.

Patting his cheeks, he sat up from the bed in a rare and swift manner. The black-haired boy smiled at the white wall, and was about to get out of bed, but his movements suddenly stopped.

... Well, how did he get home?

Lu Zechuan slowly sat up straight and blinked twice.A figure suddenly flashed in his mind, which felt a little familiar, but Lu Zechuan couldn't remember who it was.

"Never mind him! Why are you thinking so much!" Lu Zechuan got off the bed with bare feet, and walked towards the bathroom with eyebrows bent.

Anyway, it must have been sent by Liu Si... right?

Looking at his own face in the mirror, Lu Zechuan thought with some uncertainty—after all, that figure does not really resemble Liu Si, and his hair seems to be flaxen.

But he was sure that there was no flaxen-haired person among the people he knew, so naturally, Liu Si was the only candidate left.

After spitting out mouthwash, Lu Zechuan gave up worrying about this problem. He turned on the faucet and was about to splash water on his face. When he stared at the mirror, he happened to catch a glimpse of his own red and swollen lips. He raised his eyebrows. He didn't pay much attention to this. After just smiling, he stretched out his hand and splashed cold water on his face.

Not a bad start.

Knowing the exact time to go to the United States from Liu Si—five days later—Lu Zechuan didn't hesitate much, and directly decided to play like crazy for these four days.

Going to Internet cafes, going to amusement parks, traveling, gay clubs... and a series of, uh, things he often does.

Coincidentally, [Ren Crazy] is also playing games these days, Lu Zechuan simply cut off half of the time playing games to chat with [Ren Crazy], and then found that [Ren Crazy] also go to new york.Originally, the matter of going to New York made him flustered. In order not to make himself look too hideous at the wedding, after thinking about it, his fingers crackled and tapped on the keyboard——

Otherwise, let's have a face-to-face meeting?

Waiting for the answer with a lollipop in his mouth, two seconds later——

No more.

Before Lu Zechuan could ask the reason, another sentence came from the other end——

Goodbye bye.

...New York is so big, what kind of fate is there to see it...

Besides, even if I saw him, I wouldn't recognize him...

Rolling his eyes, Lu Zechuan resolutely and willfully closed the chat window, bit off the lollipop in his mouth, leaned back, and fell on the bed with his eyes closed.

Five days passed quickly in a frenzy of fun.

Throwing the school's admission notice on the bed casually, Lu Zechuan went out carrying a container.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon when we came out, and the sun was high. Lu Zechuan frowned and took a taxi to the airport. The scenery along the road flashed quickly, and he arrived at the airport an hour later, paid the money, and entered the airport—and then a series of steps , and finally got on the plane.

The time on the plane basically fell asleep. When I arrived in New York, the time there was more than 03:30 in the afternoon, which was the time for afternoon tea.

Coming out of the airport, Lu Zechuan carried the small container, looked at the crowd, smiled and tilted his head with a lollipop in his mouth.

Shouldn't there be no one to pick it up?

He blinked twice, and the corners of his mouth widened a bit.

Then just go back.

What time does the flight back come?

Turning around, he was about to walk into the airport, when suddenly there was a somewhat familiar but equally unfamiliar voice behind him, a middle-aged man's, mature, low-pitched voice—and it made him want to punch someone when he heard it— —: "Lu Zechuan."

His body stiffened invisibly for a moment, then paused, the black-haired boy who was called turned his head with a smile, with a round ball on his cheek, he looked at the tall and handsome man in front of him, and used his usual sarcasm The tone was slow and authentic: "Yo, I thought no one would come to pick me up! I'm about to fly back again."

"It's a good thing you're here, otherwise the money for the plane ticket would be wasted—I don't have that much money to waste!" Lu Zechuan stroked his bangs, his gaze resting on his raised hand.

The man frowned: "What are you talking about! How could I not come to pick you up!"

Lu Zechuan just smiled and rolled his eyes, and didn't speak, the cold expression in his eyes was not concealed at all, it was extremely clear.

Pretending not to notice his son's expression, Lu Feng took Lu Zechuan's container, turned around and walked forward.There was a sound of procrastinating footsteps behind him, very leisurely, and one could tell whose style it was.

While subconsciously slowing down, he said, "Why did you take so many things?"

It was about Lu Zechuan's small and light container.

"I'm not here to live forever."

Lu Feng paused, didn't say anything, just pursed his lips where Lu Zechuan couldn't see, opened the car door, then bent down and got into the car, put the container on the passenger seat, and turned his head to look out of the car window Lu Zechuan, who was standing on the side with a smile, said, "Come in."

Lu Zechuan replied lazily: "Oh..."

After speaking, he also bent down and got into the car.

After getting into the car, the two of them didn't speak any more, they concentrated on doing their own things, the one who was driving, the one who was in a daze, and didn't say a word—this may be because if the two of them spoke, they would probably be in the car. It's not fun, it turns into a car accident or something... that's not fun.

The car drove for a while, and finally parked in an open-air parking lot in a luxury community.

This time, before Lu Feng could open his mouth to urge him, Lu Zechuan got out of the car spontaneously, and followed the man around, without saying a word.

After 5 minutes, the two arrived at their destination.

"The room has been cleaned up for you." Reaching out to ring the doorbell, the man suddenly said.

Lu Zechuan looked up at him lazily, without answering.

The man didn't mind this, but continued: "His child is also here, as old as you, maybe you can become friends."

With a sneer, before Lu Zechuan had time to reply, the door was opened——

Fu Zhifeng: "Uncle Lu, you're back—?!!"

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