please stop teasing me

Jiang Yu had just finished taking a shower, and the steam in the bathroom made him more and more dry. After washing his face twice with cold water, the temperature and throbbing on his face and heart were slightly dissipated.

Tonight's Lu Chuiye was like a heated hormone, every word and every movement made him feel his legs were weak and his consciousness was delayed.

It was hard for him to persist in not losing his composure in front of him.

Standing under the air conditioner and blowing the cold wind for a while, I finally felt sober, rubbed my face twice and habitually picked up the phone and glanced at the photo album.

Inside is a dilapidated tombstone, which reads: Fu Cong's tomb, there is no person who erected the monument, and there is no date of birth and death or the date of erection of the monument. It is just a cold tombstone standing on a desolate hillside, surrounded by clusters weeds.

The grass grows very fast there, as long as he doesn't go there for a few months, the weeds can cover the tombstone, as if it can cover everything.

Roads of green moss grew in the crevices of the stone, eroding the stone and blurring the name on it.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the boundless neon lights from top to bottom, feeling a little sad in his heart, if it wasn't for Jiang Yu's sacrifice back then, then he would have died today, and he wouldn't be able to meet Lu Chuiye again, and be taken care of by him like this .

He opened the window a little, and the cool night breeze blew on his face, which felt very comfortable. He closed his eyes and remembered his childhood, in a small dark and damp room, when the sun was shining, dust would float in the air , he is like a frog trapped at the bottom of a well, looking at that small piece of sky, full of longing.

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Later, he finally had the opportunity to step out of the orphanage, but he stepped on Jiang Yu's corpse. If he had to choose this way, he would rather be trapped at the bottom of the well again than watch him die.

Ding dong.

A tiny WeChat notification sounded, it was a video call.

Jiang Yu swiped over to answer the call, and just after saying hello, he asked, "How long have you been preparing this gift?"

Jiang Yu: "Three months."

Lu Chuiye was silent for a while, and it took three months to collect so much, which shows that he really put his heart into it.

"It took a lot of work." Lu Chuiye raised his hand and knocked on the window sill, glanced sideways at the light that was slightly stolen from the next door, and smiled with lowered eyes: "I saw that there are some without famous signatures or signs, which means they are not in the market. Bought it online, where did you get it?"

Jiang Yu panicked and said, "Yes, it's not cheap, some of them are rough, I..."

"I'm not asking if it's worth it, but I want to know how much thought you put into it. Because this is the second best gift I've ever received in my life."

Jiang Yu was startled, grasped the point from his words, and asked without thinking, "What's the best one?"

Lu Chuiye looked at the sky full of stars and thought: It's you.After thinking about it, he didn't say anything but smiled: "I'll tell you later, but now let me tell you where you got such a complete set of figures from?"

Jiang Yu took a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and said lightly: "I was filming in country X before, and I met an old craftsman, so I entrusted him to do it for me. I didn't, I didn't think much about it."

Lu Chuiye is meticulous and sensitive, he knows what kind of character he is, and if he deliberately explained that he didn't spend much thought, it probably means that he spent a lot of thought. Then the old craftsman guessed that he had been tortured by his sincerity and had no choice but to do this for him. many.

"Since I didn't put much thought into it, then I can find a warehouse and throw it away. It's not worth much anyway, and it's not a pity if it breaks." Lu Chuiye sneered: "What do you think? Did you put any thought into it? To be honest, otherwise I'll throw it back in your face."

Jiang Yu was nervous, and hurriedly said: "It took a little."

Lu Chuiye smiled: "Tell Master, what kind of thought did you spend on it?"

Jiang Yu gritted his teeth, clenched his fingers, and said with difficulty: "Just...that craftsman has a weird temper, and artists may be a little used to it... He asked me to work for him for two weeks before agreeing to help me. , there is another ugly one...the one you won the prize...I made it myself, I know it doesn't look good, can you not throw it away?"

Lu Chuiye's heart softened, and he walked back to the table and picked up the slightly rough figure, rubbed it with his fingertips lightly, "I'm kidding, how can I be willing to throw it away, even if you put a knife on my neck, I won't throw it away, turn around When I die, will you be buried with me as a funeral object?"

Jiang Yu was in a panic at first, but when he heard what he said without restraint, he was a little unhappy: "Don't talk nonsense, what kind of funeral objects!"

Lu Chuiye laughed: "I'm just kidding, if I really want to choose a funeral object, I still hope to be a funeral object for my wife."

Jiang Yu pursed her lower lip, feeling a little depressed for a moment, "..."

Wife, even though he said so, as long as he thinks that the gift he made with his own hands is given to another person by him, he will feel jealous for no reason, even...even if it is thrown in the warehouse to collect ashes, don't Give it to someone else!

Lu Chuiye's voice was low and smiling, and the ending sound rose slightly: "Jiang Liu'er, according to what I sang to you before, learn to meow, and what I said on the TV station to coax me at night, and failed the two assessments tonight, three crimes And punishing you to sing about wanting to be hugged, it’s not too much.”

Every time he wanted to tease himself, he would call him Jiang Liuer on purpose, making his heart feel like being scratched so hard that he would jump out of his throat agitatedly, begging pitifully: "Can you not sing? That song I heard, I felt a little too..."

Lu Chuiye chuckled lightly: "What do you think?"

Jiang Yu bit her lower lip, and begged for mercy in a soft voice: "Master, why don't you change it, I'll sing another song for you, Huamanlou."

Lu Chuiye was dazed by his deliberate and natural acting like a spoiled child, wishing he could kick open the door of his room right now, put him on the bed, and do it according to the state of Ye Ren and Lu Xingshi on the other side of his phone just now.

Well, it doesn't fit.

Lu Chuiye's throat twitched with heat, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "No, if you don't sing, I will sing with a gun next time. Choose one for yourself."

Jiang Yu almost jumped up from the bed, almost lost his grip on the phone and threw it out of his hand. With trembling fingers, he retracted it and put it next to his ear.

My heart was at a loss, and it went numb like a headless chicken.

He pressed his chest tightly, he couldn't even breathe through his nose and mouth, and he was almost suffocating, but he added another sentence: "When you asked me to sing to you, I immediately sang to you. Now I want you to sing for me and you push three blocks and four blocks, so that's it, it's okay if you don't sing, let's do a crying scene, it's okay."

Jiang Yu understood what he meant in an instant, lifted the quilt and buried herself tightly, almost going crazy with embarrassment, almost got up immediately, opened the window and jumped from the ninth floor.

He lifted the quilt and stood on the floor with his bare feet, feeling a little more comfortable with the cold.

Lu Chuiye's voice lingered in his ears, it was like an addictive magic sound to him, he had nowhere to escape, he could only wallow in his voice like a trapped animal, slowly sinking.

"If you feel embarrassed, I'll come and listen to you sing in person? Then we can make a little joke to match. You haven't really done a good crying scene yet, so I'll teach you how to do it."

"No, no, no, then I'll sing, sing." Jiang Yusheng was afraid that he would say something more excessive, so he cleared his throat and swallowed saliva to moisten his throat. Hearing him hum, he took a deep breath and trembled. With a low voice, he said with difficulty: "Seeing you appear, I feel my whole body being electrified, and you also look at me as if I am destined to be yours. Hellobaby wants to hug, muster up the courage to hug, how sweet to hug, ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Maybe we can get closer face to face, hugging me now is the best performance, just give me 1 minute, from now on you are mine..."

Lu Chuiye took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and tried his best to suppress the heat in his lower abdomen.

Still have to go to the bathroom again.

After Jiang Yu sang, he didn't speak, and he clutched his phone tightly, thinking wildly. When he sang just now, his mind was full of confusion. I don't know if it was too much.

This is the first time he has heard this kind of song sung in front of others. He has never even heard it before, let alone singing it. If he had known, he would not have asked Lu Chuiye to meow like a cat. Isn’t this shooting himself in the foot? .

I don't know if it's difficult to sing. His voice is not that kind of unique and pleasant. Compared with Ding Qingge's clearness and Lu Chuiye's low-pitched voice, it can only be regarded as ordinary. Singing this is really...

He was in a mess, but Lu Chuiye didn't speak, he seemed to be unable to hear anything other than the heavy sigh just now, did he think that his singing was not good, it was too ugly?

Jiang Yu bit her lower lip, and asked anxiously, "Master...is it okay?"

Lu Chuiye lowered his eyes, and turned his eyes away again, it's not enough to sing me like this, so what kind of thing can it be!

His voice was originally soft, with a bright tremolo, in Lu Chuiye's ears, it was even more seductive than when he was naked, and he probably had to add a little blush and shyness, and a little bit of water vapor from his eyes, looking at him pitifully That level can be compared.

"Singing so well, I'll give you a reward." Lu Chuiye suppressed the almost prairie heat, and said as calmly as possible: "What do you want?"

Jiang Yu thought for a while, rubbed his hot cheeks hard, and said softly: "Can you not give away the birthday present I gave you, although it is not very beautiful, but..."

Lu Chuiye was startled: "What?"

Jiang Yu gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and said, "Those things are worthless. If you don't like it, I will give you a more expensive one in the future. You can give that away and keep this one? Even if it is left in the warehouse Ash, it's just... a memorial."

Lu Chuiye's heart softened, and he misunderstood what he said about making a funeral object for his wife, so he laughed and said, "What? Are you unhappy?"

Hearing his heavy breathing, Lu Chuiye pressed his finger on the edge of the table and smiled, "I'm just joking, I won't give it away. You can come home with me and put it on my bedside by yourself. If you are worried, you can check it every day. The child is jealous. It's pretty big."

Jiang Yu retorted in a low voice: "No way."