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A week later, T City.

He Qingcheng accompanied Yin Xiaoran to the drama festival as a quasi-family member.

On the day of the performance, at 7 o'clock in the morning, Yin Xiaoran woke up from He Qingcheng's arms.

It's extremely rare, Yin Xiaoran rarely wakes up earlier than the alarm clock.

"What's wrong?" He Qingcheng whispered in his lover's ear.

Mr. He's sleep quality is very good, but as long as Yin Xiaoran next to him moves a little, it's like a heartstring, and he wakes up immediately.

Yin Xiaoran huddled in He Qingcheng's arms, rubbing his hair against the man's neck, and sighed, "I seem to be a little nervous."

He Qingcheng tightened his embrace, and stroked Yin Xiaoran's back with his palms: "Baby, don't be afraid." He smiled and said: "My boyfriend's acting skills are the best, and he will definitely shock the audience at night."

"Sweet mouth—" Yin Xiaoran raised his head and bit He Qingcheng's neck, and scratched the sole of his foot with his toes, making He Qingcheng tremble all over.

He Qingcheng immediately adjusted his posture, clamping Yin Xiaoran's legs, skin to skin, the smooth and warm touch awakened the nerves in the lower body.

"I get tired of being with a boyfriend who is as sweet as honey every day, so my mouth is naturally sweet~"

He put his chin in front of Yin Xiaoran, his teeth biting his lower lip: "If you don't believe me, please invite Mr. Yin to taste it?"

Yin Xiaoran replied with a smile: "No taste."

"Taste~"

"Don't taste it."

The closer He Qingcheng pushed, the more fierce Yin Xiaoran hid.

The hotel's thick curtains shaded the sun, and they laughed in the cozy shade.The sheets beneath her body were wrinkled, and the pillows were thrown up and down here and there.Yin Xiaoran snatched the quilt and turned around, exposing He Qingchengguanglulu, while he wrapped himself in an egg roll and hid beside the bed.

The lingering and pathetic, the sweetest and most intoxicating appearance in love, is staged every day.

"Mr. Yin, run away. The bed is only this big. Where can you run?"

He Qingcheng grabbed the corner of the quilt, turned over, leaned on his knees, and straddled Yin Eggroll.He was doing slow motion, deliberately lifting the white T on his body with one hand, waistline, abdominal muscles... all the way up...

He Qingcheng tilted his neck sideways, the tooth marks bitten off by Yin Xiaoran just now seemed to be glowing at night, which was extremely scorching.

"Mr. Yin, I am also very sweet, do you want to try?"

Sven sweeps the floor!Sven sweeping the floor!

It turned out that he, Yin Xiaoran, had read the juniper berry right at the beginning, this guy is a downright gentle scum on the bed!In the early morning of the premiere day, she still wanted to fuck him!shameless!

Yin Xiaoran turned his head away from the scorching Eighteen Forbidden scene, the four elements were all empty, and the six elements were pure and said: "Don't try! It will be performed for four hours tonight, I don't want to waste my energy with you now!"

He Qingcheng wore only a pair of boxer briefs on his lower body, looked back at the clock on the wall, and there were more than five hours before sending his family members to the theater. It was more than enough time to do a hearty set and take a bath and sleep.

After silently calculating in his heart, He Qingcheng moved his elbow, took off his shirt and threw it on the ground.

"What are you doing!" Yin Xiaoran was startled, feeling that something was wrong.

……

Today's dinner, Mr. He is also very measured.After all, Yin Xiaoran still has to dance on the stage at night, so he can't fuck. It's so hard to move his legs, isn't it?

The two had a simple lunch in the hotel restaurant, and then called a taxi to take Yin Xiaoran to the theater.

The official performance starts at [-]:[-] p.m., and all staff members start preparations at [-]:[-] p.m.The actors walked the stage again, and the lighting and sound effects engineers also had to finalize the performance equipment.

He Qingcheng was watching Yin Xiaoran's change of clothes in the background, sat for a while, and told him a few cold jokes, which made Yin Xiaoran less nervous and wanted to leave.

Today is a major event for her boyfriend, as a family member, she must be more professional and not make trouble for Yin Xiaoran.Before leaving, He Qingcheng took Yin Xiaoran's hand, smoothed his hair that was not fixed by pomade, and said with a smile: "I'll cheer you up at night."

Yin Xiaoran listened, raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly: "So...you agree to be below tonight..."

He Qingcheng was stunned for a moment before realizing what Yin Xiaoran meant.

He held Yin Xiaoran in his arms, and breathed in his ear, the wetness and heat made his liver tremble: "The show is over, I'll listen to you."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Bai and Zhou Mo landed on time and arrived at the hotel.

The two reserved rooms on the same floor as Yin Xiaoran, but they were in two directions of the corridor.The reason is that Zhou Mo is too rambunctious at night, and it would be embarrassing for his friends to hear him if he yelled too hard.What's more, they don't really want to hear about the big boss's bed...

Ji Bai and Zhou Mo took a shower, cleaned up quickly, changed into formal clothes, and knocked on the door of He Qingcheng's room.

"coming--"

He Qingcheng took a look at the mirror in the foyer along the way, and opened the door with a smile.

Ji Bai: "..."

Zhou Mo: "..."

He Qingcheng: "..."

The three of them stood at the door of the room in a daze without speaking, looking each other up and down.

Ji Bai: "You dress so well, are you planning to get married?"

Zhou Mo: "Boss, my legs are weak..."

He Qingcheng wore a dark soot suit today, had his hair styled, sprayed on perfume, top-notch wristwatches and golden hair-style diamond-encrusted cuffs.Elegant yet playful, gorgeous yet lovely.

Ji Bai: "How dare you flinch at other men!"

Zhou Mo: "Too handsome, I can't hold it..."

He Qingcheng cleared his throat, invited the two of them in and said, "Are you two going to the theater to summon your soul..."

I saw Ji Bai wearing a jet-black formal suit, his already short blue hair was also covered with pomade, and the roots looked distinct.If you add a pair of dark sunglasses, you can go directly to the underworld as a thug.

Zhou Mo is wearing a linen white formal suit, the fabric is soft and comfortable, and he walks gracefully.The hair is scratched in an orderly manner, and the dog gnawing on the bangs looks wild and natural.

The two stood side by side, like a pair of black and white impermanence.

Ji Bai gave He Qingcheng a blank look: "What are you talking about! This is a couple's look, okay? It means that there is me in you, and you in me."

"Okay, okay——" He Qingcheng couldn't help laughing, and let the two of them sit on the sofa and wait for him.

"Can't sit." Zhou Mo waved his hand and refused. "My material wrinkled when I sat on it."

Ji Bai pulled Zhou Mo over: "Sit on my lap, you won't get wrinkled if you sit on my lap."

He Qingcheng: "..."

"Why hasn't Du Cong arrived yet?" He asked again.

Zhou Mo said on Ji Bai's lap: "Song Zi suddenly came back from Italy yesterday, and Du Cong Baba went to pick him up. I don't think he can make it today..."

Ji Bai: "...prefer sex over friends."

The three of them ate near the hotel, calculated the time and went to the flower shop to buy flowers, and arrived at the theater half an hour before the opening.

Today is the opening performance of the drama festival, and the audience either took invitation tickets or paid a lot of money to buy them.There were media interviews and photos at the entrance of the theater. The trio of black, white and gray were considered the most popular representatives of the masses, and they were dragged by various media to ask questions.

Ji Bai looked the most unfriendly, and relatively few people approached him.After answering the magazine reporter's question, he pulled the two of them together and said in a low voice, "If I had known earlier, I would have asked for Du Cong's ticket. How could I earn two or three thousand dollars by changing hands?"

He Qingcheng looked back at Ji Bai, sighed, and said helplessly, "Shut up."

The Grand Theater in T City is twice as large as the theater where "Coincidence" was staged last time.The stands are two floors deep and wide, and there are boxes around them. The tickets Yin Xiaoran reserved for them are on the first floor, six rows, and the location is excellent. Most of the people sitting around are relatives and friends of the actors.

Everyone exchanged greetings in the audience, He Qingcheng was holding a bouquet of small flowers in his hand like last time, waiting for his lover to appear.

The 5-minute preview bell rang, the lights in the theater gradually dimmed, and the audience's voice fell silent for a moment, except for occasional coughing scattered everywhere.

Ji Bai turned his head and whispered into He Qingcheng's ear, "Are you nervous about Yin Jinmao?"

He Qingcheng didn't speak, only heard the wrapping paper of the bouquet in his hand squeak a few times, it was saying for the master: "I'm so nervous, I'm so nervous."

The curtain opened, and the first teachers to appear were Zhang Li and Wang Qinyin. They were sitting on the sofa and having a conversation about the new teachers.

There was a knock on the door, and Qi Xi walked onto the stage holding the radiant Yin Xiaoran on his arm.

☆, final chapter

This is Yin Xiaoran's first large-scale drama.

Under the control of the absurd game played by the old couple, the whole play, the new teachers go from cooperation to resistance, from ridicule to restlessness, from doubt to pain...

Emotions are like a prison bird, rampaging in the theater.Architecture wraps the story like a bonbon ball.The performances are brewing in richness, the characters are struggling in the bitter cocoa, this is a wonderful space independent of any part of the planet.

He Qingcheng was one-thousandth of the audience.

He is the same as everyone else, he is a bystander hiding in the dark; he is different from everyone else, he is a person in the play who cares about something.

Yin Xiaoran moved freely on the stage, retracting and releasing freely.The way he holds the wine glass in depression, the way he hugs his wife in pain, the way he is lingering at the seduction of the housewife, and the way he sighs at the nightmare of marriage, every movement, every expression, is like the morning dew in the summer garden, fleeting, But it reflects the sun.

That's right, Yin Xiaoran is the best in the world on and off the stage.

He Qingcheng is afraid that he will never find such a perfect lover again in his life.

At the curtain call, more than a thousand people applauded like a wave, and He Qingcheng seemed so insignificant among them.But he still slapped his hands red, he wants to give love, praise, and everything to Mr. Yin at this moment.

How many moments are there in life is a dimension more precise than seconds.It is the fragrant white of juniper berries, the eels of the deep sea, the green coconuts of the equator, the first snow of Christmas, the love song of New Year’s Eve, and the present moment.

There is no doubt that He Qingcheng and Yin Xiaoran have countless moments that cannot be regained. These moments are engraved in the soul and sealed together with the smell, sound, touch and mood at that time.

Time ruthlessly slips away from your feet, silently, without stopping.But the moment shared by the two souls, until the extinction of dreams and lives, will still sing joyful carols, never turning back, and going forward bravely.

The curtain was finally lowered, Yin Xiaoran looked back for the last time before leaving the stage, and he blew a kiss to his husband, a directional and targeted blown kiss.

He Qingcheng is one-thousandth of the audience, Yin Xiaoran's only one.

After the game, Yin Xiaoran sent He Qingcheng a WeChat message, saying that there were several media interviews and they would come out later.

He Qingcheng took Zhou Mo and Ji Bai to wait at the side door near the actor's passage.

Ji Bai: "Old He, Zhou Mo and I plan to go skiing in Hokkaido during the Chinese New Year, why don't you bring Yin Xiaoran along?"

He Qingcheng: "I can't go."

Ji Bai: "Why?"

He Qingcheng: "Yin Xiaoran has a tour in the third year of junior high school, I want to accompany him."

Ji Bai glanced at his mouth: "Who will watch the show after the New Year's Eve? Besides, Yin Xiaoran is almost 30 years old, what can I do with you... You let Yin Jinmao come over to meet after the show!"

Zhou Mo stepped on Ji Bai's calfskin shoes that were as clean as new: "Shut up, you! How dare you tear up my grandpa and grandpa!"

Ji Bai frowned and jumped, leaning on the wall and asking, "What grandpa and grandpa?"

Zhou Mo: "The boss can't be my grandma, he can only be my grandpa!"

He Qingcheng was amused by this sentence.

In fact, he doesn't like this title, it's too indecent, too casual, too messy.But he is satisfied with the inextricable connection with Yin Xiaoran in these lives.Mentioned together in a joke and invited together on holidays, they are a pair, inseparable lovers.

"I really can't go..." He Qingcheng patted Ji Bai's shoulder. "We still have to meet our parents during the New Year."

"Meet the parents!" Zhou Mo trembled as if he had touched a switch. "Boss, you want to see our dad—no, no, no, Yin Xiaoran's parents?"

He Qingcheng nodded: "En."

"Then you have to be prepared, Yin Xiaoran's mother, Ms. Feng Feifei, is not bragging. She has been doing community mediation work all year round, and she can investigate your family in three to five minutes... and your ex-husband, I probably can't hide it. "

Ji Bai secretly pinched Zhou Mo's waist, lifting whichever pot was left open.

"It's okay." He Qingcheng said with a smile, "We didn't intend to hide it either. Yin Xiaoran said to leave it to him, don't worry."

He Qingcheng is much older than Yin Xiaoran. Judging from his age, he should worry more about some things, such as future plans, such as meeting parents.He Qingcheng's experience should be given here.

In the past history, he would confess to his lover's parents that even if it was difficult to accept, he would try his best to handle the matter properly.But Mr. He still likes the way Yin Xiaoran stands up in front of him, like a hero who is not afraid of anything.

Ji Bai asked again, "Where are your parents?"

"Go too, after the show."

Zhou Mo applauded with admiration, and then gave He Qingcheng a thumbs up: "Boss, aren't you and my grandfather going to have a flash marriage?"

He Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and said, "No."

Ji Bai: "Then don't blame me for being unfounded and worrying about the sky, and talking badly... You and Yin Xiaoran are making such a big show, what if we break up?"

He Qingcheng was terrified of this question in the past.The relationship that he had managed for ten years failed completely. He spent three years healing himself, closing his heart tightly, and would rather give up nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine percent of the sweetness than bear one ten thousandth of the bitterness.

It was Yin Xiaoran who told him with love across mountains and mountains that as much courage as he puts out, he can get as much happiness as he can.How lucky he is to have such a chic and open-minded lover, if he doesn't hold it firmly in his hand, wouldn't it be a waste of time to make this trip?

He Qingcheng looked at Ji Bai, shook his head and said with a smile, "No, I don't want to."

Yin Xiaoran didn't keep everyone waiting outside, half an hour later, he changed into casual clothes and came out.

"Boyfriend!" He called out with a smile at the end of the passage.

He Qingcheng turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, his heart was full of love.He waved with tricks and walked forward: "Come here slowly, don't worry."

Yin Xiaoran still ran over, and the wind around him made his coat flutter back.

"Why so fast?" He Qingcheng hugged the rushing man, touched the back of his head, and asked Yin Xiaoran in a soft voice.

Yin Xiaoran hugged Mr. He and did not let go, took a deep breath of the perfume on his body: "I haven't seen you for nine hours, I miss you so much. I don't want to answer any questions from the reporter, I just want to come out to see you."

He Qingcheng let him go with a smile, and then handed the flowers in his hand to Yin Xiaoran: "Congratulations to my boyfriend on the successful performance, I will cheer for you from below."

Yin Xiaoran took the flowers, then took a sip on He Qingcheng's face, raised his chin and said with a naughty smile: "Keep working harder tonight—"

"Cough—" Ji Bai cleared his throat first.

"Cough—" Zhou Mo cleared his throat again.

Ji Bai separated the two with the gesture of "my house's door is always open", smacked his lips and shook his head, with a look of disgust on his face: "You two have become immortals now, have you escaped into the land of no one? Standing within one meter of us Didn't Mr. Yin Xiaoran see the two big living people?"

"Hahahaha——" Yin Xiaoran grabbed Ji Bai's neck and wrinkled the gangster's flat formal attire all over his body. "You two can hug if you have the ability, it will kill you."

The four found a famous local bar for Yin Xiaoran to celebrate.

During the meeting, Du Cong made a video call and apologized to Yin Xiaoran with a smile, but this man just said he was sorry, his ex-wife who had been missing him for a long time was by his side, how could Du Cong feel sorry for his brother?

So people are divided into groups, and they are all friends who are ungrateful for sex. Everyone jokes and scolds a few words, but they really don't feel anything in their hearts.

Chen Songzi also smiled and showed his face, saying that he brought the best red wine and celebrated together in a few days.

The drinking party didn't last too long, and it broke up after drinking for more than an hour.The two couples in love had their own things to do, the wine table was only quiet for a minute, they glanced at each other, and they both knew the bill.

On the taxi back to the hotel, Yin Xiaoran and He Qingcheng didn't say much, they just stuck together silently, arms touching arms, knees touching knees.

Four hours of high concentration is actually very tiring.Yin Xiaoran was finally able to soften his body, let himself go, and do some meaningless things.

He Qingcheng spread the palms on his knees, and Yin Xiaoran put his right hand on it. The two of them clasped their fingers, looked at each other, and smiled sweetly.

Yin Xiaoran likes this feeling very much.

He looked at the unfamiliar street scene outside the window, thinking about some random things in his mind.The humid air in South Island has a fragrance of green grass. Is the local people’s cute accents related to this air? Why is the child with a schoolbag at the intersection crying? Where are we going to play with Mr. He tomorrow?

The love he wants is like this, comfortable and most natural.There is no need for constant conversations, no coquettish begging for attention.In the same space, they can not only be alone safely, but also accept each other's aura.They are both independent and blended, both intoxicated and calm.

Mr. He understands him too well, not only understands, but both hearts beat at the same frequency.This is not one party's care for the other, but a unique tacit understanding and a perfect match.

After returning to the hotel and getting on the elevator, Yin Xiaoran still didn't say a word, just looked at He Qingcheng and smiled.

He Qingcheng was amused by his eyes, touched his head, and said softly, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

"Mr. is so handsome, I'm mentally molesting you."

He Qingcheng hugged his waist and kissed Yin Xiaoran's forehead. "Then think about it carefully, and you can practice it in a while."

When he reached the floor, Yin Xiaoran walked three steps behind He Qingcheng, silently watched He Qingcheng swipe his card to enter the door, and then leaned against the door to wait for him.

The moment Yin Xiaoran stepped into the door, he grabbed Mr. He's tie, and he put the flowers in his hand into the ice bucket in the minibar in the hallway, the two of them were just a stone's throw away.Yin Xiaoran pulled his tie back step by step, He Qingcheng unbuttoned it and stepped forward until they both fell on the big bed.

He Qingcheng hooked the man's chin with his index finger, and asked provocatively, "Can't you wait, sir?"

This is a tacit understanding between the two. During sex and love, the weaker party will always call the other Mr., just like a password, which can immediately arouse sex.

Although Yin Xiaoran said "I can't wait", his movements were still very slow.He helped He Qingcheng loosen his tie, and then let He Qingcheng lie on the bed with his back on his back, and tied He Qingcheng's hands from behind.

Mr. He really has a good waist, and he can lift his back even when Yin Xiaoran holds him down, turning around to look at his lover. "Sir, I still have a gift for you—"

Yin Xiaoran pushed He Qingcheng back on the bed again, and using the softness of the mattress, reached into He Qingcheng's body to untie his belt.

"You don't need any gifts, you are the best gift."

Neither Yin Xiaoran nor He Qingcheng thought that two strong bodies making love together is such an addictive thing.

Afterwards, He Qingcheng lay comfortably on the bed, with his legs spread out on Yin Xiaoran's waist, the sweat on his forehead hadn't receded, and his breath was still a little short.

Yin Xiaoran turned over, put his arms around his lover and kissed his lover again.I am so reluctant to separate, I am willing to spend every minute and every second together.

"Can I still go? I'll take you to take a bath?" Yin Xiaoran spoke slowly in He Qingcheng's ear, as if he was afraid of disturbing Liang Chen.

"I still have gifts for you."

Yin Xiaoran smiled, what kind of gift can make his Mr. He so unforgettable.

After He Qingcheng finished speaking, he supported the bed and got up, his legs were still sore, and his back was also grinding, but he felt very refreshed.

"Mr. Yin, close your eyes first."

Yin Xiaoran smiled and grabbed the pillow beside him and put it on his eyes. "Promise not to peek, take it out quickly."

He Qingcheng shook his hand in front of Yin Xiaoran, making sure that he couldn't see him, so he walked to the closet without a trace, and took out his gift.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Yin Xiaoran lifted the pillow, first he saw He Qingcheng's beautiful back, and then he saw the gift he was holding in his hand.

This is a bamboo architectural model, the standard is somewhat familiar, and the top half is sealed with acrylic. If you look down, you can still see the elegant furnishings in the model.

Yin Xiaoran carefully looked at every part of the model, squinted and asked with a smile, "Mr. He's new design?"

"Well, the design made for you—" He Qingcheng paused, "I bought a piece of land."

Yin Xiaoran didn't respond for a while, he was still playing with the glass roof with his hands, and asked absent-mindedly, "Where is it?"

"I bought a piece of land on the small island where we met again, and the house has already started to be built. We can live in our own house when we go diving in the future."

Snapped--

The glass top was buckled on the beam, Yin Xiaoran couldn't believe it, he opened his mouth and didn't say a word for a long time.

Bought a piece of land?

He Qingcheng bought a piece of land abroad?

A piece of land!

"You, you, baby, you didn't discuss such a big matter with me! How much did you spend!" Yin Xiaoran suddenly lost his sense of love, and in such a romantic scene, the first thing he cared about was money.

He Qingcheng smiled and leaned over to touch Yin Xiaoran's forehead:

"Do you remember when I said in class that it was my dream to build a house for someone I love?"

Yin Xiaoran understood immediately, the softness and tears in his heart came up all at once, there was a lot to say but he didn't know where to start, so he could only nod his head vigorously twice.

"Because of your appearance, I think it's time to realize my dream."

"Work has started on the house and it will be ready around this time next year."

He Qingcheng put the model in his hand on the bedside table, held Yin Xiaoran's hand solemnly, looked into his eyes and said, "Mr. Yin, when the house is built, shall we get married?"

The author has something to say: the main text is over here, and there may be one or two episodes in the future~

This can be regarded as my first completed Yuan Yan, thank you for your companionship and support, I bow deeply.

I know that there must be many deficiencies in the story, and I am learning slowly and improving slowly.

If you enjoy reading it, you can read the author's column and bookmark the new article "Chang'an Chuanba".The tone should be a pseudo-campus, really youthful, still strong.

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☆、Extra: Cotton candy in the furniture store

The first thing Yin Xiaoran did when he came back from T City was to take He Qingcheng to a furniture store.

There is nothing in the house except a bed in the bedroom and a mobile clothes hanger.The two of them could clearly hear the echo when they were talking in the room. The room was empty, and even their hearts were empty.

When Yin Xiaoran got up today, He Qingcheng had already left, and the remaining warmth from half of the quilt had dissipated, but the shape of a head was still vaguely visible on the pillow, Yin Xiaoran buried his face in the hole on the pillow, and kissed him.

The client had a temporary modification opinion, and He Qingcheng had to go to the studio to work overtime on Saturday morning, and Yin Xiaoran took the initiative to invite Ying to prepare for the furniture purchase.

He couldn't find a tape measure or a tape measure at home, so he had to use the most primitive way to measure the width of the wall and the height of the window.

Yin Xiaoran was in the living room, with his arms raised sideways, hugging the TV background wall, 3.5 arms long.

The sofa wall, he walked along the base of the wall in long strides, six legs long.

At the entrance of the hall, he hugged it again, and estimated that the shoe cabinet would be about 0.7 arms long.

Yin Xiaoran measured every wall and every turn in the house in such a meticulous manner, and even memorized the data in a small notebook and drew a schematic diagram.

When He Qingcheng came back at lunch time, he saw this man lying and rolling on the ground.

"What is Mr. Yin doing?" He asked with a smile.

Yin Xiaoran propped himself up and sat cross-legged on the ground, looked at He Qingcheng with a smile in his eyes, and couldn't help but praise his wit and IQ: "I'm measuring the area of ​​our house!"

With a calm face, He Qingcheng tried his best to maintain his gentle and elegant image, but he gave up because of a sneer three seconds later.He put his lunch on the ground, walked up to Yin Xiaoran, knelt down on one knee and touched the man's face: "Honey, don't you know that I have a floor plan for the house?"

"Ah...uh..." Yin Xiaoran blinked a few times quickly, touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, then slid to the takeaway box, interrupted: "Eat, eat! I'm hungry!"

Yin Xiaoran really doesn't know much about decoration. His small apartment with one bedroom and one living room outside the Sixth Ring Road was well-decorated by the developer. Coach Yin and Ms. Feng helped him choose what furniture to add to the house. No effort, just hold on.So this time he wanted to decorate a new home with his lover, no matter how he thought about it, he was only excited.

Yin Xiaoran has always believed that there are two mundane things that must be done with the person he likes.One is to go to the supermarket, and the other is to go to the furniture store.

Going to the supermarket has been practiced for a long time.Recalling accurately, the time should be the first night of the working day after New Year's Day.

I've run out of fast food at home, and I'm short of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar for daily cooking, and most importantly, I've almost run out of love supplies...

That's right, the most important thing is love supplies.

Yin Xiaoran stopped and walked on the various shelves, and He Qingcheng pushed the cart and followed behind him, and the breath of life was everywhere.

The parents next to them asked their children what they would like to eat for dinner, and the little boy, who was not as tall as the shelves, raised his head and said that he would eat Coca-Cola chicken wings, braised trotters, and fatty beef in sour soup.

He Qingcheng immediately laughed when he heard this.

Yin Xiaoran turned around and asked him what he was laughing at, He Qingcheng said: "Laughing, you are just like a child, you only love meat."

Yin Xiaoran seemed to want to show how much meat he could eat on purpose that day. He put all the protein from sea, land and air into the cart. Later, He Qingcheng smiled and begged for mercy, so he reluctantly stuffed some fruits and vegetables.The things in the car were already full, Yin Xiaoran still didn't miss the opportunity, and finally put snacks and ice cream on the top, filling the refrigerator of Mr. He's house to the brim, satisfied.

The next day, He Qingcheng ordered a small rolling cart from nowhere to take it home, and put all kinds of puffed food, dried meat, and biscuits in layers in the cart, and put it in the corner of the living room.Every night after that, Yin Xiaoran nestled on the sofa and put the stroller beside her, deeply feeling the happiness of being with me.

Thinking of this, Yin Xiaoran silently added an item in the notes on his mobile phone - a small snack cart.

The taste of visiting a furniture store lies in imagination and anticipation.

Imagine how coffee tables, cabinets, tables and chairs are placed in an empty house, imagine the matching of colors and styles, imagine the scene of using these items in the future, and look forward to the plain and warm days after a new home is formed.

It's the end of the year, and every family wants to buy something. There are so many people shopping in the furniture store. The restaurant on the second floor alone can hardly sit down. Fortunately, they came for dinner...

Mr. He waited at the entrance for the crowd to disperse a little before he went in sideways to get the cart, pens and paper.There is nothing in the car at the moment, it is so light that it can be pushed with one hand.He Qingcheng put his left hand on the handlebar of the cart, and led Yin Xiaoran with his right hand, and walked into the bustle.

Architectural design and interior design actually complement each other, and the creation of space experience requires both hardware and software.

Regarding the design of the new home, He Qingcheng had prepared a draft early on, and he had a good idea of ​​what styles were needed, what should be customized, what could be bought now, and the budget.Shopping is very purposeful and efficient.

But Yin Xiaoran is greedy, he has to go over to take a look at everything, and thinks everything is good.Where there were few people, he ran over in twos and threes, looking carefully.Where there are many people, he waits in line at the back, in short, not a single piece of furniture can be left behind.

The first thing the two of them arrived at was the display area of ​​the living room, where sofas, carpets, and decorative lamps were placed in such a matching manner, the picture in Yin Xiaoran's mind was quickly constructed.

"Mr. He, I like this set of throw pillowcases. Let's match the blue, gray, white and fluffy ones. What do you think?"

"it is good."

"What about the sofa? Are we going to buy the sofa here?"

"I'll find a friend to order, and I'll take you to choose the look tomorrow."

"Will it be a bad match, or should we buy the sofa first, and then choose the cushions?"

"It's okay, we can buy sofas based on the cushions."

"...Then don't we distinguish between the priority and the secondary?"

"Split—" He Qingcheng replied quickly, as if the answer was common and reasonable, "You are the master, and the sofa is second."

Yin Xiaoran's hand touching the pillow stopped, and regardless of how many people were still standing beside him, he raised He Qingcheng's chin with his index finger: "Did Mr. He steal food outside?"

He Qingcheng looked left and right, and a girl next to them who glanced at them turned around immediately, but even though the only bystander dodged away, the blush on He Qingcheng's face quickly climbed up, and he turned his head slightly to hold Yin Xiaoran's index finger: "What's the meaning?"

"I guess you stole the cotton candy at the door, your mouth is too sweet!"

He Qingcheng is not only a sweet-mouthed man, he dotes on Yin Xiaoran, but he doesn't just say yes, he will participate and interact, and he is thoughtful in the process and the result.

Whether to choose white or yellow for the light bulb, and whether to choose pure cotton or linen for the bed sheets, I have been thinking carefully along the way.Going to a furniture store is a matter of discussion and discussion. When two people discuss together, the visions in their minds gradually match and overlap, and this is where the sweetness lies.

"Isn't this square table nice?"

"Pretty fancy. Where would you like to put it?"

"Put it in the living room as a coffee table, or as a bedside table?"

"Hmm - I think the darker one might be better. Put the pair of white coffee cups on it, put them on the side of the big window in the living room, draw the sheer curtain, and let the sun shine in... Think about it?"

Yin Xiaoran imagined obediently, and Mr. He was right.

"Let's go with a dark color. I think it's better to have a dark color."

He Qingcheng can create an atmosphere with words, draw Yin Xiaoran with pen and paper, and use actions...

In the crowded crowd, he would try his best to pull Yin Xiaoran.Later, the cart sank and he couldn't free one hand, so He Qingcheng would pinch the back of Yin Xiaoran's hand when he stopped.There were too many people, pushing and shoving, He Qingcheng would grab Yin Xiaoran's waist, or wrap around his shoulders, to protect Yin Xiaoran inside the passage.

Almost finished shopping on the second floor, Yin Xiaoran finally couldn't help it, sighed and said: "Honey, if you mess around in public, don't blame me for finding a cubicle to do it for you..."

He Qingcheng and Yin Xiaoran finally bought things worth tens of thousands. When paying, Yin Xiaoran had to swipe his own card, saying that the house was bought by her boyfriend, and as a boyfriend, he should have to pay for the decoration.

Although I bought a lot of things, most of them were ordered to be delivered to my door. Small items such as daily necessities and decorations are enough to carry two bags.

It was already dark when the two came out, and Ri Yuecheng could see how much Yin Xiaoran cared about tidying up the new home.

Yin Xiaoran was walking in the parking lot with a lighter bag when he suddenly heard someone calling him cautiously behind him.How careful, Yin Xiaoran didn't even hear the call, He Qingcheng, who was walking behind, reminded him.

"Ah?" Yin Xiaoran turned around with a blank face, and two little girls ran over with their mouths covered 20 meters away.

Then there was a scream across the sky: "Ah———"

Yin Xiaoran and He Qingcheng frowned, subconsciously shrunk their necks and hid for a while, they were too old to bear the excitement.

"Little sister, are you all right?" Yin Xiaoran looked at the girls who couldn't stop stomping their feet in front of him, and said a word of concern, his tone was similar to that of cross talk.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay!" The girl in the black coat calmed down first, and replied with a sixteen-toothed smile. "We're afraid of admitting our mistake, it's really you!"

"Do you know who I am? Maybe I really admitted my mistake."

"I know, I know, I know!" The girl in the black coat repeated everything she said several times, "You are Yin Xiaoran who acted with Qi Xi in a drama, right? Brother Yin Xiaoran! Brother Pig!"

He Qingcheng let out a chuckle when he heard this sudden address.

"Brother what?" Yin Xiaoran had a strange expression on his face. He and Qi Xi went to play Journey to the West?

The girl in the black coat blinked her eyes and nodded wildly, her hands were still searching for something in her bag, as if she wanted to sign.

"I didn't expect to meet you here—" Another girl in a camel coat laughed as she spoke, and couldn't stop laughing, and kept whining.

Yin Xiaoran felt that the two people in front of him had gone out of their minds, so he could only ask himself first: "Are you the audience who went to T City to watch the premiere?"

Black coat: "No, no! It's Qixi who posted a behind-the-scenes picture on Weibo, and my brother was intercepted by many netizens, saying that you are a legacy of the sea, Brother Zhu!"

"Brother Zhu..." Yin Xiaoran muttered. "Okay, then you, brother Zhu, have too much stuff in your hands, so let's go first!"

Yin Xiaoran pursed his mouth and raised his head in the direction of the parking lot, and gave He Qingcheng a look.Mr. He smiled, nodded slightly with the two girls, and took a step forward.

The camel coat reacted quickly this time, and stopped Brother Pig with one movement.

"Can I take a photo with you? If it's convenient..."

Actually inconvenient.Although Yin Xiaoran was carrying a lighter bag, there were still many glass products in it, and his hands hurt from strangling.

Yin Xiaoran felt sorry for his Mr. He even more. He Qingcheng's bag was deformed by various objects, and when he picked it up, he almost dragged it to the ground.

But this is the first time in Yin Xiaoran's life that he was recognized by the audience while walking on the road. He felt a little proud, as if he was standing in the center of the universe, his eyebrows raised unconsciously, and he really wanted to take a photo to commemorate...

Yin Xiaoran pursed his lips and glanced at He Qingcheng as a test, asking for approval.

"Go!" He Qingcheng leaned over and picked up Yin Xiaoran's bag with his empty hand.

When He Qingcheng bent down to pick up something, Yin Xiaoran smiled softly and whispered in his ear: "Thank you dear."

The two little girls had already turned on the filter and the camera was ready. When Yin Xiaoran bent over, she had two kitten ears on her head, a dot on her nose, and whiskers on her cheeks.Yin Xiaoran couldn't get used to this cute look.

"Brother, look here." The girl in the black coat called him.

But Yin Xiaoran suddenly remembered something, straightened up and started painting.

"You mean that I got popular on Weibo?" Yin Xiaoran confirmed to the two girls.

"Ok!"

"How hot?"

The girls obviously didn't expect Yin Xiaoran to ask such a straightforward question, and they were speechless for a while.

"How hot?" Yin Xiaoran asked again.

The girl in the black coat hummed a few times, and said hesitantly, "It's not particularly popular, it's not on the trending search, it's just a small area of ​​popularity..."

"Oh—" Yin Xiaoran nodded thoughtfully, and said to himself: "Then someone will watch it?"

The camel-colored girl seemed to understand Yin Xiaoran's concerns immediately, "Brother, we won't send out the photos, keep them for yourself, don't worry."

Yin Xiaoran waved his hands, and walked over in two or three steps to bring He Qingcheng into the camera.

Immediately, an unknown little tabby cat appeared on the screen.

"Let's shoot!" Yin Xiaoran ordered, and hugged He Qingcheng again, so that their heads were stuck together.

"You two must remember to post on Weibo! Just say that you met Brother Zhu and his boyfriend."

The lights in the parking lot were just right, the air