The husband and wife of a wealthy school

"Is same-sex marriage legal in France?" Zhao Yan asked.It will be legal in the future, but now it is 09, he is not sure which year France passed the same-sex marriage law.

Yan Cheng: "Many countries in Europe have passed same-sex marriage laws, but France has not yet."

The packaged French roast beef sits in the back seat, exuding the aroma of roast meat simmered with black pepper and onions.

Zhao Yan: "Are there a lot of homosexuals here? Will the French be more friendly to homosexuality?"

Yan Cheng glanced over: "When it comes to the same-sex marriage law, it means that you have the consciousness to marry me. I am very happy, but Zhao Yan, what are you afraid of? It doesn't matter whether people who are not related accept it or not."

Zhao Yan: "I just want to know, there is nothing to be afraid of, a friendly environment can reduce a lot of unnecessary troubles."

Yan Cheng: "France is not good, we can go to other countries in the future, such as Spain."

Zhao Yan: "But we are talking about France."

"Well...the French still have a strong traditional family concept. Although homosexuality is more common than in China, it is very low-key. I once saw a group of people attacking a pair of gay men on the street for no reason, just because they Walking on the street holding hands. Their 'homophobia' not only exists in thought, but also in action." After finishing speaking, Yan Cheng added: "Of course, this is only the individual behavior of a small number of people, but, It is enough to see a social phenomenon.”

"Just now the hotel owner asked us if we were gay, how did you answer?" Zhao Yan was curious.

"I said, I guess you will ask this question whenever you see two men walking together." After finishing speaking, Yan Cheng looked at Zhao Yan with admiring eyes of "do you think I'm smart or not".

Zhao Yan: "You are so smart."

The car was running among the high mountains, and Zhao Yan thought that if it was daytime, the scenery must be very good, because he could smell the pure smell of nature.

Zhao Yan: "How long will it take?"

Yan Cheng: "Soon, you will be able to smell the fragrance of the flowers right away. If you want to see it, you can only wait for the sun to rise tomorrow."

Sure enough, soon, he smelled the fragrance of lavender, the faint fragrance was overwhelming, mixed with the sweet fragrance of fruit.

Yan Cheng: "It's mid-May now. Judging by the scent, the lavender hasn't fully bloomed yet. It won't be the most beautiful time until July and August, but May and June also have the benefits of May and June. There are not so many bees. It is quite beautiful to watch, not to mention that the cherries are ripe now."

Zhao Yan asked Yan Cheng to fully lower the car windows, and in the drizzle, this scent was very intoxicating.

"There are cherries here?"

Yan Cheng: "There are a lot, and there are grapes. The red wine here is very famous."

When the car drove for a while, Zhao Yan smelled another fragrance different from the fragrance of lavender.

"What scent is this?"

Yan Cheng: "Rosemary, there may be a rosemary field nearby."

Not long after, the car drove into a village and town lit up by scattered lights in the mist and rain, passed one house after another, and stopped in front of a house on the hillside.

With the bright headlights of the car, you can see the yard surrounded by a circle of black iron fences. There are many green shadows in the yard, and the silhouettes of red roofs and stone blue walls are exposed among the green shadows.

Yan Cheng parked the car, took out the key, opened the gate on the iron fence, and walked in.

"This is a sycamore tree, and this is a cherry tree," Yan Cheng said, shining the light of his mobile phone flashlight on the tree, and Zhao Yan saw the red cherries among the green leaves on the tree. "The vegetable garden is behind the house."

When he walked to the front of the house, he realized that the walls were made of stones, and there were weeds growing close to the ground. Yan Cheng took the key and opened it for a long time before opening the door.

Yan Cheng: "There may be some dust, it needs to be cleaned."

Turning on the light, Zhao Yan raised his hand and wiped a shelf by the door, sure enough, a layer of dust.

From the outside, it looks like an old house, but the facilities inside are very modern, with a sofa, a dining table, a modern kitchen, a fireplace, and many paintings on the walls.

Zhao Yan opened all the windows, and the fragrant and moist air poured in. He fetched a basin of water from the bathroom and started plastering. The layout of the house is not big, and it is estimated that it will be done within an hour.

Yan Cheng dragged a suitcase in from outside.

Zhao Yan: "You still have luggage?" I didn't see it just now, so I guess it's in the trunk.

"Before, in order to take care of my grandma, I stayed in the hotel opposite the hospital, which was full of dirty clothes."

Zhao Yan was cleaning the table, "Is there a washing machine here?"

"Yes, in the corner behind the house."

"You leave it alone, I'll wash it later..." Zhao Yan only finished speaking halfway, because Yan Cheng hugged him from behind.Holding a rag in his hand, which was wet and dirty, Zhao Yan lowered his waist and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Actually, you don't need to do these things. We just need to clean up the bed tonight. I can invite someone to do these things tomorrow."

Zhao Yan: "You don't need to hire anyone. It won't take long for such a small house. You can go to the vegetable garden behind the house to see if there are any vegetables."

Yan Cheng didn't move, but after a while, he moved, but he didn't go to the vegetable garden behind the house. He found a mop and started mopping the floor, but the floor was not clean, just like that, anyway, the Nikes on his feet were messed up. Wet inside out.

Waist-high weeds grow in the vegetable garden behind the house. When you push aside the luxuriant grass branches dripping with water, you can find pathetic vegetables that have been robbed of the soil's nutrients.There are eggplants, tomatoes, beans, peppers, cucumbers, and small fruits hanging between the branches and leaves.

Yan Cheng said with disgust: "Why does this dish look like this! Is it not edible?"

"Such luxuriant weeds, it's great to grow like this, of course it's edible, it's super fresh." Zhao Yan stepped in to pick vegetables, then turned around and told Yan Cheng: "Go to the house and get something to put vegetables on."

Yan Cheng quickly took out a vegetable basket from the house.

Cucumbers and eggplants were a bit small, but they were definitely ripe, with drops of water still hanging on them. The tomatoes were not completely red, with a little bit of green. Zhao Yan picked the reddest and biggest ones and picked them off.

After picking the vegetables and preparing to leave, Zhao Yan inadvertently saw a lush green behind the vegetable garden.The light behind the house wasn't particularly bright. He walked over and touched the leaves before confirming it. He said in surprise, "Yan Cheng, there's still alfalfa here."

Yan Cheng came over when he heard the sound, he didn't understand the surprise, "I know, it's alfalfa."

"You don't know, alfalfa can be used as a vegetable. Alfalfa rolls are delicious. My mother used to make them in my house. It's really delicious. I can make them for you."

Yan Cheng: "But..., this was originally planted by my grandfather to feed the rabbits."

Zhao Yan: "You don't believe it?"

Yan Cheng: "I believe everything you say."

Wash and chop the alfalfa, mix well with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, roll the dough into thin slices, spread the mixed alfalfa evenly on the dough slices, roll up the dough slices, cut into sections, and steam in a pot.

For dinner, Zhao Yan not only made alfalfa rolls, but also fried aubergines with tomatoes and cucumbers in cold salad, together with the packaged French roast beef, it was a perfect combination.

At the dinner table, Zhao Yan asked, "Is it delicious?"

Yan Cheng ate so much that he couldn't even raise his head, he took a mouthful of food and said, "It's delicious."

It does seem to be spoiled by the abuse of western food.

Yan Cheng ate half of the steamed alfalfa rolls in a small pot.

"Hey, why do I somehow feel that this vegetable roll tastes a bit like the dumplings at home, Zhao Yan, why do you think this is?" Yan Cheng said, leaning on the back of the chair, rubbing his full belly.

Zhao Yan: "Psychological effect, it's actually not like it."

Yan Cheng laughed so that he didn't understand the meaning, you can hide it and see how I expose you when the time comes!

After drinking the honey tea on the table, Yan Cheng patted his thigh twice, and said to Zhao Yan, "Come here, give me a kiss."

The tone is great.

Zhao Yan: "The clothes haven't been washed yet, so you wait for a while."

Uncle Yan: "Why wash that, wash it tomorrow."

Zhao Yan: "There must be no clothes for the two of us here. I didn't bring any clothes. What will we wear tomorrow?"

Uncle Yan: "Go out and buy some clothes tomorrow."

Zhao Yan: "You will definitely lose your fortune in the future."

Uncle Yan: "I definitely earn more than I lose."

The bedroom is upstairs, with a big window, the rain outside is "rustling", and it sounds like it is getting bigger and bigger.There is a painting on the wall of the bedroom, which depicts the blue coastline, the sea is deep blue, rolling white waves, the sky is blue, the water and the sky are the same color, the painting is very realistic.

After Zhao Yan took a shower, he stood by the bed and admired the painting.Yan Cheng came out of the bathroom, circled Zhao Yan from behind, put his chin on his shoulder and said, "This is drawn by my grandmother, Mediterranean Sea, is it good?"

"It looks good." Zhao Yan turned his head slightly to Yan Cheng, smelling the fragrance of shower gel on his body.

Yan Cheng turned his body around, leaned against his cheek and asked, "Miss me?"

"Think..." Saying that, Zhao Yan took the initiative to kiss her.

A young body, a young heart, and deep love are most likely to be ignited by a little spark.

With his clothes off, Yan Cheng pressed Zhao Yan onto the bed, condescendingly, licking his naked body with his eyes, Zhao Yan put his hand on his chest, stroking him fondly.

Fired up inch by inch, Yan Cheng kissed down heavily, from his lips to his chin, to his neck, to his chest, lingering on his light-colored nipples, and finally down his lower abdomen, as if tasting the most delicious food in the world delicacies.

Zhao Yan moaned intermittently, he felt that he was about to melt, all the fire gathered in his abdomen, accumulated, waiting to be touched, "Yancheng, don't..."

Yan Cheng raised his head, stroked it with his hands, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: "Why, you don't like it?"

The hands kept stroking back and forth, Zhao Yan couldn't hold back, moaned, and couldn't speak at the same time: "Dirty..."

Yan Cheng: "Did you wash it?"

"no……"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Cheng lowered his head and hugged him, what Zhao Yan hadn't finished speaking turned into a more provocative moan.

Yan Cheng's mouth was warm, moist and soft, it made people go crazy, it was too irritating.

He never thought that Yan Cheng would do this for him.

When he ejaculated, Yan Cheng bit his ear and said, "You've had a good time, it's my turn."

Said, crossed his legs.

After he got used to it, Yan Cheng's movements became faster and faster, and big drops of sweat rolled down his chin, hitting Zhao Yan's chest drop by drop.

After the initial pain, the pleasure is like a flood, accumulating little by little, until the embankment bursts, and it rushes down thousands of miles.

For a few minutes, my mind was blank, washed blank by pleasure.

The process of low tide is very slow, people lie on the bed and don't want to move, just want to reminisce about the pleasure of dying before.

Yan Cheng put his arms around Zhao Yan, his lips moved on his rosy face, reluctant to let go, Zhao Yan's eyes gleamed with water.

The advantage of exercising in bed is that you won’t be unable to fall asleep due to jet lag. Once you sleep until dawn, Zhao Yan opens his eyes and sees the sunlight coming in through the gaps in the curtains.

Yan Cheng next to him was still sleeping, his face flushed from sleeping, Zhao Yan kissed his red cheek, got up and got out of bed, and put on some clothes casually.

I thought of the lavender that I smelled the fragrance of flowers but didn't see last night.

Zhao Yan walked to the window and opened the curtain with a "shua".

The heavy rain has just started, the eyes are empty, and the blue sky is like washing.

The rich fragrance of flowers, like the bright sunshine, hit his face head-on, and the skin on his face was smooth and delicate.

Unexpectedly, there was also the beautiful scenery in front of him, Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, it was so beautiful.

Under the dazzling sunlight, there are green mountains in the distance, and lavender fields in the vicinity. There is a little bit of green in the light purple, and the purple spreads, as if the sky has turned purple.

Beautiful things always make people feel happy physically and mentally.

A warm body came up behind him, and Yan Cheng was woken up by the glare of the sun, he walked over, hugged him, put his lips against Zhao Yan's neck and asked, "Is it beautiful?"

Zhao Yan: "It's beautiful."

"Get dressed, I'll take you around Luberon today."

The laundry last night was dry, and Zhao Yan wore a set of Yancheng's sportswear, black and white, a little big, but it didn't affect much, and it looked more casual on the body.

Yan Cheng is wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt, very handsome!

Good looks, good figure, nothing to say.

"Have any French men or women ever chased you?" Zhao Yan asked.

There was a big sycamore tree in the yard, and there was a stone table in the mottled shadow of the tree. The two of them moved two chairs out of the house and sat at the stone table to have breakfast.

On the other side of the sycamore tree is a small flower garden, which is full of colorful flowers that cannot be named.

The cherry tree I saw last night was full of fruit, and the crystal clear red was dotted among the green leaves. The kind that was red to purple was a ripe cherry.

"Women have it, but men don't." Yan Cheng said while eating the alfalfa cake in his hand.

Breakfast was very simple. Zhao Yan baked a few alfalfa cakes, mixed a plate of cucumbers, and boiled a pot of rice porridge.Yan Cheng ate with gusto.

Zhao Yan: "Why? Didn't you say that homosexuality is more common in France?"

"Because French young people, especially those with high education and good quality, are generally fair-skinned and feminine. They prefer black men with strong bodies and large lower bodies, which can bring them a sense of security."

Zhao Yan nodded twice, agreeing: "That's true."

Yan Cheng's threatening tone: "Why, do you think I'm not strong enough, or... not big enough?"

The eyes are saying, believe it or not, I can keep you out of bed tonight.

Zhao Yan: "No, no, no, I think you are good everywhere."

Just as he was talking, a French voice came from the door, with a friendly tone. Zhao Yan heard the sound and looked over to see a French woman with a basket in her hand.

Yan Cheng stood up and warmly greeted him, kissing his face, swipe left, swipe right.

The two spoke in a passionate voice.

After the woman left, Yan Cheng came over with a basket of grapes.

"An acquaintance, he thought my grandparents were here."

Yan Cheng's mood was not so high all of a sudden, Zhao Yan knew that the two of them must have mentioned his grandmother just now.

There are still dewdrops on the grapes, they are purple and purple, and they look sweet. Zhao Yan: "Do you want to eat grapes? I'll wash a bunch."