There's a point in the team

At this time, there were rustling voices from the other side of the corridor, and then a few guests at a casual table came towards them.Qingming felt a little rejoiced in his heart, he really didn't want to discuss some issues that he didn't want to delve into with his brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time in the corridor of the hotel at night.

Because he can guess Qinglang's reaction after knowing that he likes criminals...

Qingming turned her head, pretending to be annoyed and changed the topic: "Are you finished, kid? Do you still want to eat?"

Qinglang has learned a lot from Qingming since he was a child.Seeing that Qingming was uncomfortable talking about himself and the detective who hated him, Qingming didn't pursue further.He knew in his heart that even if he broke the casserole and asked the end now, the result he got would not be what he wanted.

No matter what happened to Qingming during the two years he was away, Qinglang never took part in it, but after all, it has passed... At least now that he has returned, he can be by Qingming's side anytime.

In this way, the two of them turned the page with their own concerns.

Qing Lang suddenly changed the topic, "Brother, the food here is not good...you take me to eat delicious food."

She took a clear look at him: "You still come here if it's not delicious?"

"I didn't come to this place because I saw you were dying."

"You just arrived today?"

"Well, if it weren't for the nervousness of the old man's people, I wouldn't have arrived in Dangcheng now. I planned to settle here first after getting off the plane, and I'll go to your city bureau to find you tomorrow."

Qingming felt lucky again, fortunately, he met Qingming here ahead of time, otherwise, he might not know what kind of tricks this bastard will make when he goes to the city bureau tomorrow.

Qingming glanced at him and asked, "What do you want to eat? Brother will take you."

Qinglang thought for a while and said, "I want to eat wontons from Grandpa's house in Xiaoxiangzi."

While speaking, the two had already walked out of the gate of Xinghai Hotel side by side.Criminal's car was parked at the gate, and Qingming stopped, pointing to the driveway: "It takes at least two cars to get to City A from here without traffic jams. Do you think I'm an airplane?"

"I'm just saying"

The two got into the car, before Qinglang sat in the passenger seat, Qingming casually threw a coat on the passenger seat to the back seat.Qingming recognized that it was the criminal coat, but the man's body temperature was no longer on it.The seasons in Dangcheng are different from other places. It seems that there are only summer and winter. The winter nights are long and cold. Qingming raises his eyes absently and looks at the roadside. There is no familiar figure... Presumably Xing Zui has already taken a taxi back.Looking at the empty street, thinking that Xing Zuo had stopped there, he took a taxi alone and went back to the big empty house.

I feel bad...

But before I came to Dangcheng and moved into the criminal's house, this is how criminals lived.

Qingming's heart moved, and he suddenly wanted to punish him.

Qingming smiled bitterly in her heart, laughing bitterly at herself for being too hypocritical.Hypocritical?I can't completely blame myself... Before last night, Qingming had an unrequited love, but after last night, Xing Zui unexpectedly expressed his stance, and his unrequited love finally escalated, Xing Zui gave him more room for fantasy.It's as if you have a person you have admired for a long time, and you always fantasize about how he can accept you before you confess.And one day, he suddenly accepts you, and you will imagine how to go to the end happily with him.

Emotionally, people are always greedy and dissatisfied.

Qinglang never imagined that Qingming would have so many mental activities in the simple action of closing the car door.But Qingming's face was still calm, and then he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the side of the road.

"Brother, do you think Grandpa Xiaoxiangzi is still here? Could he have passed away?"

Qingming freed one hand, and slapped Qinglang on the forehead: "You can't think about the good if you can speak or not. Maybe that uncle has retired, and his children and grandchildren are enjoying the rest of the world. And his son inherited his wonton The stall already has its own storefront."

"How about I open a chaos shop in the future? You cook wontons, and I'll be in charge of collecting the money."

Qingming smiled slightly: "It's really beautiful to think about it, do you look like a wonton seller like this?"

Qinglang's tone changed, and he said unhappily: "What's wrong with me? Why can't I sell Chaos, or brother doesn't want to sell Chaos with me."

Qingming tilted his head and glanced at him, "Why is it still the same, as soon as you think about it, it will explode if there is a little bit left."

Qing Lang turned her face out of the window... and didn't speak.

The car was quiet for dozens of seconds, and Qingming laughed silently.

"How many times do you think you've quarreled with me right now? Mao'er has grown up, his wings have become stiffer, and his temper has become stronger. Tsk tsk tsk, it's not cute at all."

"Mao'er" is Qingming's nickname for Qinglang, from childhood to adulthood, only Qingming called him that.The two-year absence not only lost the time that the two brothers spent together day and night, but also widened the sense of distance between the two.Time is a cruel executioner who will dilute everything, but the ridiculous thing is that neither people nor human feelings can be easily tested.Qingming knows that since the two brothers met just now, he has faintly felt that there is a gap between him and Qingming, and whether this gap can be bridged in one step is still unknown.

Barriers—as they get older, they are unavoidable, just like when Qinglang was young, Qinglang would unashamedly pout his buttocks and ask Qingming to help him pull up his pants.But now, the two are still brothers. Even if the relationship is still there, Qinglang can no longer unscrupulously take off his clothes and poke his butt in front of Qingming, or ask "help him lift his pants".

Qinglang's eyes still fell outside the window, and he asked lightly: "It's not cute anymore, so I don't like it anymore, is that so?"

"Why do you have so many questions tonight? Are you not hungry anymore?"

Gollum~

As soon as Qingming finished saying this, someone's stomach growled immediately.

Qinglang suddenly turned his head, overlapping with Qingming's gaze.After a while, the two brothers burst out laughing, and the rigid situation was liberated and relieved in this burst of hearty laughter...

After driving for about 15 minutes, the car stopped at the entrance of a food stall, which is a place where the bachelors in Dangcheng City Bureau often come.Qingming also heard from Xie Xun that he had visited the WeChat accounts of many beautiful women here. Although he didn't know if this was true or not, the stir-fried dishes at this food stall were really good.Qingming found a vacant space and parked the car. It was the peak of the night market at this time, and there were many people in the food stalls. Office workers gathered together in small groups to drink and chat. .

Qingming naturally knows that Qinglang has never been to this kind of snack street. After all, he is a young master who has been well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child. His beautiful eyes are full of curiosity on the one hand, and his brows are tightly frowned on the other. In the simple "restaurant" built of canvas... For him, the inside is even more indescribable, full of cooking fumes, second-hand smoke, and the strange smell of wine and vegetables, which made him hold his breath frequently.Finally, he followed Qingming and sat down at an empty table.

But Qingming is obviously used to all this.Due to Qingming's outstanding looks and the fact that he and Xing Zui have been here several times, the boss naturally remembered him and greeted him:

"Handsome guy, I got off work so late, yo... I've never seen this handsome guy before, my new colleague, oh, it's amazing, why do all the gay men in your company look better than the other. Look at the menu on the table, I want to eat something today What?"

Qinglang watched as Qingming opened a greasy booklet, glanced at it roughly, it was full of pictures and texts.He casually wrote down the names of a few dishes on a small notebook on the side, and handed it to the boss.

"Boss, don't put spicy food in every dish."

"okay!"

After ordering the dishes, Qingming found that Qinglang was staring at herself motionlessly.

"What's wrong? Don't like it here?"

Qinglang's eyes moved, "Brother still remembers that I can't eat spicy food"

"Not only that, I still remember that you are afraid of eating sour. You hate carrots, leeks, and coriander, and dried snacks. You are allergic to mango and bamboo shoots. You like creamy Coke the most. By the way, you also like to learn from me. lights, or you will have nightmares... Hey, there are too many, now that you think about it, you are really hard to support."

Qinglang's mood instantly improved, his heart seemed to be swept by a feather, and he ignored the annoying noise in his ears, and said softly: "I thought I had forgotten all about it."

Qingming smiled without saying a word, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang, looked at the caller ID, his eyes lit up.

"Sit here and wait for me, go out and answer the phone, it's too noisy here."

Qing Lang nodded.

After leaving the food stall, Qingming found a corner and connected the phone.A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone:

"where?"

"Brother Liang is here at the food stall. Let's have dinner with my brother. Are you home?"

"Um"

"Then... are you ready to sleep?"

"Um"

Qingming tentatively asked: "Brother, about my brother...are you not angry?"

On the other end of the phone, Xing Zui smiled lightly, and the sound of breath reached Qingming's ears, scratching his eardrums lightly, and his heart felt a little itchy, Qingming subconsciously clenched the phone tightly.

"Does your senior brother look like such a stingy person?"

"Well... no, brother is a very good person, really... very good."

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, as if suppressing some emotions... After a while, the person on the other end of the phone smiled again: "Ming Zai, I will be scared if you don't send me a good card in time."

"I always feel that there is nothing in this world that can make my brother afraid"

"some"

Qingming asked curiously: "What is it?"

"Fear of losing the most important person"

Qingming's heart twitched: "Brother, do you have the most important person now?"

Criminal answer: "I'll tell you when you come back"

Qingming said embarrassingly: "It's tempting, be careful."

This time, Xing Zui laughed more happily, and it was the first time Qing Ming heard him laugh so heartily:

"Are you sexually suggestive?"

"Well...rounded up...so to speak."

The criminal has lost his usual upright, upright and introverted skin, and said with a yellow voice: "Why don't you try the product some other day?"

"Goods" naturally means something.

Qinglang's ears warmed up, his thoughts flashed.

"Okay, don't tell you about Shi Geng, go have dinner with your brother, and go to bed early after eating."

Qingming hung up the phone reluctantly.

When he came back from the phone call, the dishes were served one after another, and Qinglang also had two bottles of beer by his hand.

Qinglang was a little unhappy: "Why have you been gone for so long?"

Knowing that he didn't like crimes, Qingming made an excuse at random and said perfunctorily: "Oh, just now my colleague wrote a report on the case and asked me for some information about the case. I asked him to look for it at my desk. I can't, so I wasted a bit of time..."

Qing Lang didn't speak, opened a bottle of beer and poured it into a disposable plastic cup.Qingming asked the boss for a bowl of rice, handed it to him...then snatched the beer poured by Qinglang.

"Don't drink on an empty stomach, eat first."

To be honest, Qinglang was indeed hungry, he hadn't finished eating from morning till now.Picking up the chopsticks, took out a few napkins, wiped them vigorously, and then started to eat slowly.Everything tastes good when you're hungry, and before you know it, Qinglang ate two bowls.

Qingming handed him a bowl of tomato egg drop soup, and Qingming drank it down.Afterwards, he took back the wine glass.He tentatively asked, "Can I drink now?"

Qingming nodded.

After a few glasses of wine, a slight blush appeared on Qinglang's face.Qingming ate vegetables and accompanied him, not so much as companionship, but as looking at him.

"Brother, do you know... why did the old man send me abroad two years ago?"