Things can always be paired successfully

Several big dogs lying on the wooden stairs fell asleep.

Lian Xiao had no choice but to put his hands in his trouser pockets, walk through the graffiti wall, and take a long detour to the second floor from the stairs next to the reception hall.

He stopped slightly, and saw that the walls on both sides of the stairs were covered with photos, all of which were taken by the innkeeper when he was backpacking.

The boss has a bearded face, one is sitting on the glacier fishing, and the other is overlooking the forest under the cliff. The rolling mountains have become the canvas behind him, and the yellow sand on the Gobi Desert has dyed his neat short hair.

It looked like the same thing, Lian Xiao decided not to shave tomorrow.

On the second floor, there is a coffee shop.

The coffee house is full of bookshelves, with various travel-related magazines and postcards printed with various scenic spots in Lijiang. There are several paintings on the wall. Lian Xiao glanced at it and saw the painting of sackcloth. snow mountain.

He walked over. When Weibo took pictures, the oil painting was almost finished, and now some colors have been added. The white snow-capped mountains, the golden roof, and the eaves carved with red tiles, the colors of the whole oil painting are still bright and blended together. They are very harmonious together.

Lian Xiao picked up his mobile phone, took a photo and sent it to Moments, adding the text "The masterpiece of a faulty painter".

"Have you paid the copyright fee?"

He had just finished posting when a voice came from behind him. He looked back and saw Mr. Oil Painter standing there looking at him, the color was as bright as ever.

Lian Xiao pretended to be ignorant and stupid: "Huh? Who painted this painting? Who am I going to give the money to? Is the author here?"

The oil painting shook his head: "You have to burn some coins."

Lian Xiao:? ?

The oil painting moved closer to his own painting, his eyes moved from the red tiles to the snow top, and his long eyelashes blinked: "You don't know yet, the author of this painting is Chagall."

Lian Xiao: "..."

"Don't be ridiculous, has Chagall been to Lijiang?"

"Come here in a dream." The oil painting smiled, and then plated a layer of gold on the golden dome.

Liao Ran asked Lian Xiao to help carry the grill to the rooftop.

The barbecue party is done every few days. These days, the barbecue grill just moved downstairs to be cleaned.

Lian Xiao can lift it with one hand, it's not heavy, this Mr. Chagall is so weak?I can't bear this.

He glanced at Liao Ran, who was almost as tall as himself, with obvious muscle lines in his arms, a little tougher than what he saw in Weibo.

Lian Xiao reconfirmed that the chest muscles under the T-shirt are indeed there, could it be from eating eggs?

The corner of his mouth curled up, and he shook the hand holding the grill with a little pride. His sleeves were pulled up, exposing his entire arm. When he clenched his fist, his muscles tightened, which seemed to be a little bit of a demonstration.

A boring comparison game among boys, I'm just a little better than you.

Liao Ran just raised his eyebrows, his body is good, he can do it, and then said casually: "My hands are for painting, not for rough work."

"Oh?"

Lian Xiao glanced down at the sauce brushes in his hand: "Then what are these? My chief baker?"

Liao Ran tilted his neck: "Brushing materials and painting are actually the same thing, but the place of painting and the color on it are different."

Lian Xiao: "..."

Many people gathered on the rooftop.

Some of these young people are volunteers at the inn, and they come here to work for a few months. The inn includes food, lodging, and some small rewards.

They are not for money, just trying to have fun.

Lian Xiao put the barbecue grill in a corner aside. He raised his eyes and found that the snow-capped mountains were right in front of him, where the oil paintings were made.

If there is any difference between being there and looking at photos, Lian Xiao feels that the snow-capped mountains in front of him are more real, as white as cream, and the snow-capped mountains under the afterglow are more solemn.

The snow-capped mountains under the brush of oil paint are covered with a layer of painting, and the world in his mind is reflected into reality.

Before Lian Xiao came, he had been guessing what kind of person this painter was.

From the photo of his pretentious attire, you can guess it. He is definitely not young, and he is a little bit proud. After seeing him, Lian Xiao confirmed his guess even more.

Pretending to be forceful and directly pretending to be dead, Chagall's name is all on his head. I'm afraid there are not many people who can brag like him.

Lian Xiao leaned against the fence and took out a cigarette. He knocked on the cigarette case and handed it to Liao Ran: "One?"

"Thanks."

Liao Ran stretched out her slender and white hand, stuffed the cigarette into her mouth, and leaned slightly towards his body.

Lian Xiao took out the lighter, and stretched his left hand to the side of the cigarette to block the wind, but his fingertips inadvertently touched the opponent's face.

Smooth, a little cool, delicate skin, first-class touch.

He was stunned for a moment, and raised his eyes when he saw the oil painting. The two looked at each other for a second, but the oil painting didn't say anything.

Lian Xiao lit the lighter and lit the cigarette for him.

Lian Xiao was actually a little flustered, pretending to be calm and not letting his hands tremble, in order to divert his attention, he moved his eyes down, but saw a tiny bit of collarbone exposed by the oil painting, fuck.

When Liao Ran lowered his eyelashes, the corners of his mouth slightly curved. He took a sip, exhaled the smoke, and asked, "What perfume did you use? It smells quite nasty."

Lian Xiao took out another cigarette and lit it for himself: "No, it smells like a sports brand shower gel."

He's lying, even Xiao himself doesn't know what this perfume is, he has no habit of using perfume, this bottle is a birthday present from a school girl, he has never used it, it has accumulated dust for a long time.

I'm about to graduate, and I don't want to take it home, and it's rude to throw it away, so I used it quickly.

When he first used it, he sprayed it as a mosquito repellant, the fragrance version, which smelled so strong that everyone in the building could smell it.

The few in his dormitory performed extremely exaggeratedly. When they opened the dormitory door, they opened their mouths and breathed, shouting: "Smell! It's so fucking fragrant! It smells like a dog abuse!"

Liao Ran didn't say anything, he just smiled.

The fragrance of sandalwood in the air is mixed with a hint of Mediterranean freshness, the slightly sweet citrus flavor is just right but not too overwhelming, and the timeless scent of cedar and vetiver makes Lian Xiao look so three characters.

Liao Ran frowned, boyfriend.

Lian Xiao propped up the fence with both hands, a strand of black smoke drifted out from the smoke between his right fingers, and the wind stirred it when it passed by. He turned his head sideways, and his eyes were on the other side of the mountain range.

"How much money can you get for roasting meat overnight?"

Lian Xiao turned to look at him, put the cigarette in his mouth and took a sip, with a slight smile on his face.

The elbow of Liao Ran's left arm was bent back, and his elbow was propped against the fence. The wind blew his white T-shirt like a layer of ripples.

"It's enough to fill my stomach." He also pecked at a cigarette, "I'll set up a stall outside when I'm skilled."

The smoke scattered with the wind, as if there was a layer of veil between the two.

"Are you a regular employee here?"

Liao Ran shook his head.

"Volunteer?"

"I can't talk about it, just help out, the boss is my friend."

"Oh." Lian Xiao moved his eyes away, the people in front of him almost merged with the wind, Liao Ran was standing against the wind, the fluttering hair, the white T-shirt, and the coarse linen pants, followed the wind After a while, he outlined the outline of his legs, where are the joints, where are the thighs, and where are the crotch, Lian Xiao could see clearly.

Oh my God……

"No wonder you didn't live in the staff dormitory," Lian Xiao coughed and said again, "You don't have to pay for the room, do you?"

"Of course not."

Liao Ran's eyes are slightly squinted, and the long and thick eyelashes are like a paintbrush, which outlines in Lian Xiao's mind what is meant by a youth who is as light as smoke.

"Then why do you share a room with me? I still have to pay for the room?" Lian Xiao was at a loss.

"You're unlucky," Liao Ran chuckled, "That house wasn't very inhabited at first, and the west sun was so bad that it wasn't so comfortable to live in. It used to be a warehouse. It happened that when you placed the order, other rooms were booked, so we arranged it. to my house."

"How do you know? Who did it?"

The smile on Liao Ran's face became even wider, he pursed his lips, his eyes looked a little innocent: "I'm on duty, I arranged for it."

"Hold."

Even Xiao laughed.

Later, the guest who booked the room canceled the order, and a student group who was going to do a graduation trip was caught by the teacher because the thesis was not finished, so he had to cancel the trip.

It happened that Liao Ran was also on duty.

The room was vacant, and after he hung up the phone, he hesitated whether to adjust Lian Xiao's room.

But looking at the stinky profile picture on the Lian Xiao app, tilting his head jerkily, lifting his chin slightly, and grabbing his collar with one hand in a gesture of unbuttoning, Liao Ran decided, you should continue to squeeze with me. house.

Night falls.

Every household in the ancient town was lit up, and it was very lively.

Lian Xiao helped Liao Ran set up the grill, and moved a table next to it, with several large pots on it, which were full of skewered beef, grilled sausage, chicken wings and gizzards.

A smell of burning oil wafted over the scent of his perfume. He rolled up his sleeves and helped to arrange all the sauce dishes and so on. Then Liao Ran remembered something.

"You... It seems that you don't need to help here. You are the paid boss, God."

"Ah, yes," Lian Xiao reacted, "God is hungry, you can bake a bunch of chicken wings for God, I didn't have dinner, I'm so hungry."

"Success," Liao Ran promised, "God, please go to the side and have a good rest first, and the small ones will be sent to you as soon as they are baked."

The roof is very large, and the place where the barbecue grill is located is at a corner. One side leads to the direction of the front desk. You can lean over to see the world map in the yard. The other side is covered with a roof and used as an open-air activity room.

The roof is transparent, and if the night sky in Lijiang is clear, you can see the endless starry sky, full of stars, all over the sky.

There was a small stage, some mid-sized speakers, a high chair, and a microphone stand.

There is a white cloth hanging on the side, which is used for projection.

Here you can sing and watch movies.

On the side of the ceiling is a glass room, which is the bar of the inn. At this moment, several people have entered one after another, and the colored lights are lit. The whole glass room is bright like a colorful kaleidoscope. Just looking at it will make you drunk.

Lian Xiao sat down on the sofa opposite the stage, took out his mobile phone, chatted nonsense, and waited for his chicken wings.

Some people liked and commented on the circle of friends he posted.

[When will Brother Lian appreciate oil paintings? 】

[The painting is not bad, by the way, did you meet any pretty girls there?I want to see beautiful women! 】

[Yes, I want to see the human body, not the scenery. 】

……

Lian Xiao clicked his tongue, this group of people are so realistic and vulgar, do they know how to appreciate art? !

Chagall!understand? !

At this time, it was not yet eight o'clock in the evening, and Liao Ran had baked chicken wings for him at work early.

He grilled a total of four skewers, and the sauce was generously coated. When he handed it over, Lian Xiao could smell a strong smell of sauce.

He took a bite, it was salty, and the taste was a bit strong, but he was too hungry, so he didn't care too much, and the two skewers of chicken wings were wiped out.

Liao Ran sat on the armrest of the sofa next to him, the burlap was pressed, and the line of his buttocks was torn out.

Lian Xiao swallowed, it was too salty.

"How about?" Liao Ran was still eating the first skewer, and he handed over the other skewer, frowning slightly, as the taste was not good, so he hesitated for a while, "How about I bake something else for you? Warm up, The hand didn't stop, and the material was too much."

"You don't need to pay for the sauce, so you just let it go." Lian Xiao took it without hesitation, and took a bite of the chicken wing on the top, "Let's make do with it, this contestant, wait for the other gods Here we come, please be merciful."

Liao Ran smiled embarrassedly: "Of order."

The barbecue party starts on time at eight o'clock.

A slightly fat girl in the inn grabbed the microphone, gave two hi-feeds, and started to broadcast using her pubic region. The voice was as loud as a bell: "The barbecue party is about to start! Everyone hurry up to the third-floor rooftop to grab it!"

The broadcast spread throughout the entire inn through the sound system, like a dull thunder, which frightened Lian Xiao into a shiver.

After a while, the men and women who were still nestled in the room pushed the door open and ran to the rooftop chattering, as if they had just been released from prison.

It quickly became lively in here.

In addition to barbecue, there are paid drinks.

You can’t talk about partying without drinks.

The staff set up a round table with a printed payment QR code and a price list on it.

There are several types of beer, and the price of each type is different.

Barley beer, dark beer, highland barley, romance...

Self-pickup, consciously scan the QR code to pay.

Liao Ran got up: "I'm going back to work. Someone will deliver the baked goods. You can play by yourself for a while. If you miss me, go find me where the fireworks are dim."

"Well, I'm a carnivorous animal. If I want to eat meat, I'll go find you."

"Okay, you can eat whatever you want." Liao Ran waved his hand and left.

Lian Xiao smiled, rubbed his nose, looked at the back of him leaving, his figure was tall and straight, his buttocks were straight, this body, Lian Xiao clicked his tongue a few times, it was too seductive, I really wanted to eat it.