He Shu Twilight [Entertainment]

On the elevator, He Shu pressed the number and asked, "You have lived here for so long, do you know who your neighbor is?"

"Two years ago, he seemed to be an executive of some big company, but he didn't know it later. Who knows who it is."

"En." He Shu responded, and the two waited quietly to go up to the 25th floor.

He Muguang opened the door, turned to look at He Shu, and cast a wink, with a hook in his eyes, "How is it? Little brother, do you want to come in?"

Before He Shu had time to speak, the golden retriever under his feet was already rushing inward, unable to stop him.

He Muguang leaned there with his hands on his hips, and blinked mischievously, "Look, dogs are more honest than you."

"I won't go in," He Shu lowered his head and let go of the dog leash. "This... I'll leave it to you."

He Muguang's face hurt, and he stepped on the chain of the golden retriever with his foot, "You are a prodigal son who is the buyer."

The Golden Retriever didn't know why, but his original progress was still being held back by someone, as if someone had grabbed the back of its fateful neck, and he stopped in place for a long time before turning his head to look at the two people standing there.

He Shu took a step and walked in, closed the door, and pressed his body in front of He Twilight to block the light.He lowered his eyebrows and spoke slowly. "That's all you want me to stay, huh?"

"Yeah," He Twilight started to read again, looking up slightly with eyes full of sarcasm, "I've been thinking about it day and night, and I'm just waiting for you to come. Luckily, it must be Wushan by then." The clouds and rain were rolled over by the waves, Jiuqian and Yi whispered softly, lingering and lingering, so it’s so lively, sir, just make it happen..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were blocked, and he waited until the other party moved to the earlobe with a wet kiss before he had a chance to speak. He licked his lower lip, his eyes were full of provocation. "What...what's the matter? Master...you are...you don't intend to leave..."

The clothes had been pulled away at some point, the coat was scattered, the wide-necked sweater inside slipped off his shoulders, He Shu's head was buried in his collarbone, the voice was accompanied by a low laugh, the ironed skin was red, and the heat flowed into it, Extending all the way to the heart, stimulating it to beat more intensely.

"I'll fulfill you, but what you say doesn't count, you have to test it in practice."

"shameless……"

"--want you."

He Shu seriously reviewed his self-control the next day, and felt that there was still room for improvement.He Twilight made such a tick yesterday, and immediately forgot all the serious things and plans to do, and completely obeyed his sensibility to do things.However, plans can be rearranged and things can be done again. For others, there is always a comparison to get the best.

Thinking of this, He Shu took a piece of paper, wrote fluent handwriting with a pen, packed up the clothes thrown away yesterday, kissed the forehead of He Twilight who was still sleeping on the bed, closed the door and left.

When He Muguang got up and put on his glasses, he saw the piece of paper on the bedside table, and immediately took it to read——

[Proof: He Twilight is the only factor that determines He Shu's self-control.

Solution: Assuming that He Shuguang couldn't determine He Shu's self-control, He Shu wouldn't go to eat unhealthy roadside stalls with him when he was in junior high school; In the morning; the university will not put a lot of comic books in the dormitory that he does not read but that He Twilight likes, and then he will not leave without regret, and will not come back again later.

Assuming that He Twilight really can't determine He Shu's self-control, then He Shu will lose Twilight, Dawn, Sun, and the world. In this way, He Shu will no longer be He Shu.

Therefore, the assumption does not hold.Therefore, it can be concluded that there is and only He Shu has no self-control in front of He Twilight. 〕

He Muguang was led by He Shu to outline the past, and wanted to add a sentence below, but because his handwriting was horrible and unsightly except for the names of the two of them, he simply sent a message to the past. A page of paper was put together with the last note, and it was clipped into the "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation".

In the school, Professor He Shu had just solved the doctoral student's question, and only after being reminded did he find that the phone was vibrating. After turning on the screen, He Shu saw several WeChat messages from the same signature - "Twilight".

[Proof: He Twilight only has feelings for He Shu. 〕

[Explanation: Because: if there is no number, He Twilight will never fall in love with others; if there is no number, He Twilight will not interlock fingers and kiss with real people; if there is no number, He Twilight Not hard at all, not lying on the bed and letting others go on, not being obedient and reckless, not staying up all night to do exercises...]

〔the most important is,〕

[If there is no He Shu, there will be no such He Twilight at this moment.Therefore, if and only when He Shu is there, He Twilight will feel it. 〕

[Professor He, what do you think of this?Is it more realistic than you. 〕

[Let's stop talking about looking back at the past when you were young and young, you are all adults, just kiss with your tongue. 〕

He Shu finished reading, thought and thought, and finally only replied with one word, "Okay."

The doctoral student had already walked to the door of the office, and when he remembered something, he turned his head, and watched the calm and self-retaining person's eyes suddenly soften, and the corners of his mouth turned up. Push open the door and leave.

From this point of view, this professor who is the same age as me and has two top mathematics medals is not such an inaccessible god-like flower of the high mountains. After all, such a gentle demeanor does not belong to gods, it only belongs to There are also people who are attached to and cherished.

Because of He Twilight's actions, He Shu's original plan to finish some school chores after answering the questions was completely stranded. After asking Lu Weixin to help, he went straight back to He Twilight's apartment.

He Muguang fell asleep again at some point, embracing the golden retriever affectionately on the carpet, revealing a rare and wonderful obedience.

He Shu frowned, leaned over and pulled the golden hair away, intending to hug He Muguang, but he was hugged by the other party's arms and refused to let go, completely helpless.

"Good boy," He Shu coaxed him for a long time before picking him up from the ground. He was just about to put him on the bed and was about to change his clothes when he was grabbed by the tie with one hand. The culprit blinked and asked, "" Sir, what do you mean by bringing me, a poor little boy, to bed?"

Mr. He Shu replied with a serious and honest gentleman, "I am afraid that you will catch a cold when you sleep on the floor."

"Oh." He Muguang suddenly realized, "Thank you. Then why don't you get up now?"

He Shu's eyes fell on the white fingers grabbing his tie, "Because someone grabbed my tie, I can't move now."

"Tsk." He Twilight seemed to have encountered a nerve-wracking problem, "Mr. He, did you forget what I said in the WeChat message I sent you today?"

He paused, and simply pulled the other party down, and said, lips to lips, "I said that everyone is an adult, just kiss with tongue."

The long kiss ended, causing the two people to breathe chaotically, and the rest of the objects gradually disappeared, leaving only the other pair of eyes in the eyes.

He Twilight leaned on He Shu, "Did you have something to do yesterday?"

"When?"

He Muguang rolled a blank look at this serious old hooligan, and said something amazing again. "When else? When we're in bed, of course."

"Yes, I had a plan."

He Shu caressed He Twilight's hair with one hand. The soft texture made people fondle admiringly, like the softest feathers, which fluttered to the ground with the wind, and then were rolled up again, leaving a little warm breath . "Those don't matter, though."

"Okay." He Muguang didn't ask any more questions. In fact, there was no need to know so clearly about many things. There were two people alive, not conjoined twins. They had to go with each other, or they would die.

"I'm planning to move."

He Twilight really did not expect to hear such a sentence again. "Why?"

"I bought a house and it's been furnished. Do you want to go and see it?"

Sure enough, it is still the same clean and neat, and there is no ambiguity in doing things. "Okay, I'll change later." He Muguang said, getting up from the bed.

"Don't bother, just wear a coat outside, it's not that cold today."

"Mr. He." He Muguang looked back and smiled, "Please don't forget that your boyfriend is an artist, and he is also very, very, very well-known. If it is really photographed, at least you have to prove that I was born Figure can play."

He Shubi made an ok gesture and didn't intend to continue persuading him.

Mr. He, the artist, tidied himself up as quickly as possible, and his perfection was comparable to those fake street photos. After being praised by his peers, he finally put on his hat, walked out of the house energetically, and strode towards elevator.

"Wait," He Shujiang grabbed the other party by the collar of his coat and pulled him out of the elevator. "You're going the wrong way."

"?" One of the only opportunities to go down this building is the elevator, what's the matter?Is it possible to take the stairs?Thinking of this, He Twilight immediately showed panic.

In fact, there is no need to create such a surprise.He Shu has successfully convinced himself in his brain, so he pointed directly to the door opposite He Twilight's apartment without any pressure. "I bought it here."

"..."

He Shu unlocked it with his fingerprint, but instead of pushing the door open, he stepped aside.

He Muguang understood that the other party asked him to push the door, so he smiled and pushed the door open—painted and distressed log furniture, exquisite and chic arch and half-arch design, simple and clear Roman column decoration lines, horseshoe-shaped windows, trestle bridges Shaped terraces, small gravels, small and lovely green potted plants, climbing vines climbing up from the walls.

Blue, white, yellow, the bright colors of the sea and sky, the white walls as if washed by water, the aroma of lavender, roses, and jasmine, the colors of unrestrained flower fields by the roadside, ancient buildings with a long history, earthy yellow and A strong connotation of reddish brown intertwined.

It is completely clear enough to be a typical Mediterranean style, in stark contrast to He Twilight's house that hasn't been changed or decorated since he lived in it.

"You..." After He Muguang said this word, he couldn't say anything else. He knew that He Shu had no special preference for the decoration style. He had a preference. It was he who liked the Mediterranean style and the strong ocean atmosphere. , delicate and soft lines.These are his favorites.

"The meaning of Mediterranean comes from Latin, which originally means the center of the earth, that is, the center of the world." He Shu explained, "So, Mr. He, what do you think?"

"……Very good."

I heard that Xiu En loves to die quickly