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"who are you?"

Liu Wenhu was taken aback. He quickly looked around and made sure that no one was looking at them before he was relieved: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Lu Xingmai shook his head: "No nonsense."

If Liu Wenhu's words hadn't awakened him just now, even he would not have realized the problems in Chongqing.

It's a song.The whole town is singing.

The two lost interest by these songs, so they stopped an antelope and returned to Intercontinental.The car was silent all the way, and it was rare for the drivers in Chongqing to become reticent.

He originally attributed the cause and effect of Liu Wenhu's voyeurism to that damned piece of stinky tofu, but he neglected that as early as the beginning, Liu Wenhu was different - when he was boating on the Qinhuai River, everyone in the boat was washed away by the sound of the devil. Only Liu Wenhu remained unmoved.

Lu Xingmai didn't mean to be angry, he just vaguely felt that a key fragment was jingling at this moment, but he hadn't found the key to solve the problem yet.

If something can be called an adventure once, it can no longer be believed in chance twice.

He originally thought that Liu Wenhu would run into each other every time because he accidentally swallowed the stinky tofu with a voodoo, but now that he thinks about it, he has forgotten the first and most important thing—this person can hear the magic sound.

Coincidentally, this person's name is also called Wenhu.

The se is called Wenhu, the sheng is called Caiyong, the drum is called sending you off, the bell is called Huayou, and the chime is called Xidong. They are all fairy music.

Lu Xing stepped out of the car, striding ahead, and Liu Wenhu followed behind. He really didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't know what to do.

He even regretted that nonsense just now, the ice and snow had finally thawed tonight, and now Lu Xingmai's face was frozen again.I really don't know how long this ice age will last, and what's more damning is that he doesn't even know what the hell that sentence touched the scales of this old ancestor again today.

Returning to the room as if suffering, Lu Xingmai asked, "Why are you called Wenhu?"

Liu Pipa is really suffering and can't tell: I just screamed, and I didn't start it myself, so I don't know.

His face turned purple, and he replied slowly: "...it seems to be started by grandpa?"

"Your grandfather?" Lu Xingmai thought for a while, completely unaware that his blindfold had failed again, and frowned slightly, as if Xizi held his heart together: "Is he dead?"

Liu Wenhu thought to himself, hey, it's okay if you don't speak, really.

"What are you talking about, bastard! My grandpa lives to be a hundred years old!" Liu Pipa kicked him as usual, but it was slightly sideways, and only touched Xizi's pants.

Sure enough, Lu Xingmai shook his head slightly, bent over and lightly brushed off his clothes, he put his hands behind his back, walked around the room twice, and said, "It's really weird!"

"What's weird... I can't speak clearly." Liu Pipa muttered, he couldn't keep his eyes off Lu Xingmai for a moment, so he stopped pretending, "There is one more thing, can you tell me ..."

"Wait!" Lu Xingmai said anxiously, "Let's figure this out first!"

"OK, OK..."

"What does your father do? Where's your mother? Where's your grandpa? Where's your great-grandpa???"

Liu Wenhu was puzzled: "My dad is a rubber tire engineer... My mother is a people's teacher, and my grandfather is a carpenter. Where can I meet my great-grandfather, maybe a farmer."

"You think again?"

Liu Pipa's brain almost stopped, just looking at the guy in front of him with beautiful eyes and hopeful eyes, pulling him affectionately, felt that the blood was about to rush to the center of his brain - said: "The only one in my family who is a little bit old is my Longevity lock, maybe it was after the founding of the People’s Republic of China.”

Lu Xingmai was extremely disappointed, but he still said, "Have you brought it?"

"I have it, I'll look for it."

Lu Xingmai didn't bother to answer, Beijing collapsed on the sofa and looked at the ceiling.

Liu Wenhu rummaged through the suitcase for a long time, and rummaged through the inner pocket for a while before rummaging through it. It was a bit too small.He handed it to Lu Xingmai and said, "Let's have a look, don't be too disappointed."

This silver lock is only as big as the cover of a little finger, with the word "Ping An" engraved on it, and it has been polished to a level that is nearly smooth, and the rope of the padlock is too old, so I can't tell what color it was originally, anyway, it is now withered and yellow hair Black and stained.

However, Lu Xingmai's eyes widened - "His voice curled up, lingering between the beams...!"

When Liu Wenhu came out of the shower, Lu Xingmai was still holding the longevity lock and giggling.That guy probably has completely forgotten his tricks.

Liu Pipa gave a fake cough, and Lu Xingmai looked at him vigilantly: "What's the matter?"

"No, it's nothing serious." Liu Pipa felt guilty, and didn't know whether to ask this question or not.

"Say something quickly, don't hesitate." Lu Xingmai scolded, eyes away from the lock, still studying.

Liu Wenhu didn't know what's so good about this broken lock, it was dirty and greasy: "I am... well, then I'll just say it straight?"

Lu Xingmai raised his head and looked back and forth at Liu Wenhu suspiciously: "Otherwise?"

Liu Pipa thought, okay, then I said, "Lu Xingmai, have you been lying to me?"

"Me? Lie to you?" Lu Xingmai smiled, really dazzling, as if the light of the whole world was shining on him alone, "What do you have that I can lie to, tell me?"

"...Well, it's beautiful."

Lu Xingmai was taken aback, and almost bounced off the sofa and ran all the way to the mirror. In the mirror, there was still the rickety scarred face, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Liu Wenhu suppressed a smile and said: "Don't look, it's already revealed."

Lu Xingmai's whole body froze, and he didn't know whether he should speak at this time, but he still bite the bullet and said, "What?"

Liu Wenhu ran over and hung on him, sticking to his ear and saying, "Oh beauty, you fascinate me so much!"

Lu Xingmai couldn't decide whether this guy was fooling him or really saw something, all in all, he blushed.

His gloomy and terrifying face revealed a pink and tender red, and the whole face became weird and cute, and Liu Wenhu even tasted a little boyish fragility.

With a heartbeat, Lu Xing pulled Liu Wenhu off his body: "Is this the time to make trouble?"

Liu Wenhu couldn't hold back, and smacked the old man's face again before saying: "It used to be only occasionally that I felt something was wrong, but now I can see it as long as I concentrate." Touching Lao Lu's chest, "Our Lao Lu looks so juicy."

An anger rose in Lu Xingmai's heart: "Shui Ling? Is there your little doll follower Shui Ling?"

Liu Wenhu turned his mind three times before he realized that the "little doll's follower" was referring to Luo Yuqian, so he started to whisper: "Beauty, the world can learn from you, I only have you in my heart!"

Lu Xingmai sneered, he also expected that Liu Wenhu would improve a lot, after all, it was just a matter of looking at his face.

Abnormal, second chair, old man, old thing... Look at the definition Liu Wenhu gave him back then.

After thinking about it, Lu Xingmai's heart also turned cold. It's boring, but he's just a layman who looks at his face, so there's nothing to worry about: "...your spiritual power comes from this string."

He lightly pressed on Liu Wenhu's safety lock, probably because his cold was too fast, and the crisp clicking sound was even more abrupt.

Liu Wenhu's heart was beating suddenly, and he felt that he had to grasp something at this moment, otherwise he would miss it forever.

Only one sentence came out of his mind: I must catch him.

Before he could react, he had already grabbed Lu Xingmai's arms and kissed them firmly.

The safety lock fell to the ground, and an old ponytail string fell out at the same time.

Lu Xingmai was dumbfounded.

Afterwards, Lao Lu thought about this moment many times, and I have to say that he hid his face somewhat selfishly.

He only needed to hide himself as ordinary enough, and he didn't have to be so withdrawn and shy.

This is his advantage, but also his taboo.

He thought about it, Liu Wenhu is a rotten guy, who cares about Luo Yuqian who has no friendship, and [-]% of them fall in love with that baby face that I still feel sorry for.

It's just that he chose to hide it himself, even if he had this resentment, he had no choice but to hold it back.

But Liu Wenhu still said very loudly: "I've been relying on you for a long time! It's just that you just happen to grow up like this!"

Liu Wenhu babbled endlessly on his chest with his cauliflower-like hair arched. He kept talking about the present since they didn't know each other, which made Lu Xingmai slowly relax.

Maybe something was a little different from the start.

One is a good socialist young man with a glib tongue, and the other is an old antique with a hot temper who doesn't eat fireworks. From the beginning of being a person who is not pleasing to anyone, to the current ambiguous atmosphere that is half-pushed and half-hearted.

Lu Xingmai also had a little smile on the corner of his mouth——

Forget it, who cares, maybe there is no tomorrow.