In July, Changbai Mountain is cool and pleasant. When other cities are suffering from the scorching heat, it is spring here.
Mingyue's laziness is engraved in his bones, if he comes to escape the summer heat, it is really a summer escape, and he has no desire to go out to play at all.
What is gratifying is that the manor hotel has beautiful scenery, even if you don't want to go out, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of spring. After eating three meals a day, Mingyue lies on the rocking chair on the lawn to play video games, and occasionally refills a cup of milk tea or juice, which is the most comfortable thing for him.
Lou Shijing was sitting opposite Ming Yue with a book in his hand. His light gray long coat set off his temperament to the best. Coupled with his ascetic and cold appearance, it was enough to make any man or woman with worldly desires fall for him.
Ming Yue was very quiet when he was playing games, which was quite different from his usual carefree temperament, but he could hear the noisy voices of his teammates on the mobile phone, and the voice seemed to contradict the silence.
"Come here sooner, I have a 98K here."
"Yueyue, do you want a high-power lens?"
"Help me faster and faster, I've been bullied by the old Liu, damn it!"
"More and more..."
Silently calling out Mingyue's name continuously, Lou Shijing's eyebrows tightened, and his expression seemed displeased.
Ming Yue was unaware of this and followed behind 'Silence' without saying a word, occasionally taking out two enemies with skillful and clean movements.
"Yueyue, there are people behind the big tree in the direction of three o'clock!" Shen Mo yelled while sitting in the car.
Lou Shijing's ears were about to bleed, and just when he decided to speak, a deep voice came from the phone, saying in a somewhat joking tone: "Don't keep calling me little sister-in-law, I'm is driving, you Just tell me the direction, and my marksmanship is very accurate."
It's Lou Yutang.
Lou Shijing's brows deepened.
Silence: "Oh, good."
There was a gust of breeze in the courtyard, carrying a scent of flowers, blowing Mingyue's untied long hair into disorder. He operated the mobile phone with one hand and brushed his hair away with the other. His thick eyelashes trembled slightly, which was more intoxicating than the fragrance of flowers in the air.
Lou Shijing stared at Mingyue intently, only after a long time did he realize that there was nothing on that slender neck.
I remember the last time when we were in the Weiyang Pavilion, the two had a fight, he tore off Mingyue's neck chain with his teeth, and since then he has never seen Ming Yue wearing a neck chain again.
Such a beautiful neck shouldn't be empty...
Just when Lou Shijing was distracted, Ming Yue stretched out his legs and hooked the other man's calf from under the coffee table.
The man's sharp facial features changed slightly, and his ten fingers couldn't help but clenched tightly, leaving deep marks on the pages of the book.
Ming Yue wore a pair of white socks, his toes were soft and flexible, and he rubbed against Lou Shijing's slender and strong legs through a layer of slacks: "Mr. Lou, I want to eat puffs."
Lou Shijing closed the book, rolled his Adam's apple, and asked without answering, "Do you know what it means to hook a man's leg with your foot?"
If Mingyue had memory, he would have realized that Lou Shijing, on the wedding night, asked a similar question in this tone. Still, unfortunately, he didn't remember, so he was very upset when he heard this sentence, beautiful lips were slightly sullen: "I don't care what you mean, I won't put it down!"
Lou Shijing put down his book helplessly, then got up and went back to his room to call the front desk.
After a brief silence, Shen Mo asked in a low voice: "What does it mean to hook a man's leg?"
"I don't know." Ming Yue answered very simply.
Lou Yutang's muffled laughter came from the phone: "It means wanting to make love aka have s*x"
Silence:"......"
Mingyue: "..."
Lou Shijing came back soon, picked up the book, and flipped through it again.
Mingyue's heart beat a little faster, and the roots of his ears seemed to be burning. He cautiously looked at the man across from him, intending to explain that he didn't mean that just now, but the man was engrossed in his book and didn't seem to take this episode to heart.
While his thoughts were in chaos, Ming Yue was headshot in the final round.
"I'm not playing anymore, you two continue." After the settlement, Ming Yue quickly exited the game, put on his slippers, and returned to the room.
What a shame...He really didn't mean that!
The waiter quickly delivered a box of milky puffs, Ming Yue ordered another glass of lemonade, then sank into the beanbag sofa in front of the French window, and began to enjoy dessert.
As the sun gradually went west, Lou Shijing closed the book, looked sideways at the figure on the sofa, took a long time to look away, got up, and walked into the room.
Ming Yue had already fallen asleep at some point, curled up on the small sofa, looking extraordinarily slender.
The afterglow of the setting sun is brilliant, wrapping the sleeping person quietly, and the years seem to stop at this moment.
Lou Shijing squatted down slowly, staring intently at the sleeping person, the memories of the past eight years came rushing in like a tidal wave, wave after wave, smashing everything on the shore.
After a long time, he raised her hand to wipe off the cream from the corner of his mouth, then picked him up and put him on the bed.
After nightfall, the temperature dropped sharply, and the small garden lamps in the courtyard were lit one by one, like the bright stars in the ink sky, emitting a meager light and heat in the slightly cold night wind.
Crickets chirped everywhere, breaking the tranquility of the night. Lou Shijing stood on the terrace, blowing the cold wind, his thoughts drifting away until the slight sound of the door opening behind him brought him back to his senses, and he looked sideways. Ming Yue was wearing a black windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets, and he was standing against the door, with that beautiful and flamboyant face, like a star falling into the mortal world, dazzling and eye-catching.
"I'm hungry," Ming Yue raised his chin, "let's go out and eat something."
Lou Shijing responded, "Okay."
This season is the peak tourist season in Changbai Mountain. When the night market is busy, foragers can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.
Although the small town is not as bright and noisy as the metropolis, it is better than the fireworks.
The two walked side by side on the street with people coming and going, and their slender figures against the dim lights were undoubtedly quite eye-catching.
Ming Yue looked around, and there were a lot of barbecue restaurants and food stalls on both sides of the street, but none of them seemed to satisfy his taste buds. The tip of his tongue rolled slightly in his mouth, and all kinds of delicious Japanese ingredients in Fulaimingle unconsciously appeared in his mind.
"There is a rice wine house here, do you want to try it?"
While he was hesitating, Lou Shijing spoke quietly, asking for his opinion.
Ming Yue followed his line of sight and saw a storefront with simple decoration. Two oil lamps were hung at the door, and pottery wind chimes made crisp sounds at night.
After thinking for a moment, Ming Yue moved his lips: "Let's go."
The store was warm and harmonious, which was in stark contrast to the cold weather on the street. The two sat down in the box and took off their windbreakers at the same time.
They ordered a small yellow beef dipping sauce, cakes, Yanbian rice wine, Korean-style sizzling eggs, beef ribs, and stewed Shanrui soup.
While waiting, the message "Good luck again and again" popped up. When the building opened WeChat, two cute cat emoticons swayed slowly on the screen.
Lou Nian: "Little sister-in-law, come online and bring me to eat chicken... woo woo woo"
Lou Xingyi: "Contagious, don't take her with you."
"Fourth brother, shut up!" Lou Nian's words seemed to be filled with anger, [@!$%#*******, third brother and fourth brother won't play with me]
Ming Yue was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back, not knowing that the group chat was boiling, Lou Shijing immediately typed and replied: "We haven't eaten yet, you guys go to bed early, don't stay up too late."
Veteran cadres seldom speak in the group, they were setback and the originally lively WeChat group quickly quieted down.
A few minutes later, Lou Nian replied: "Oh, got it."
The dishes were served quickly, and the young and beautiful proprietress came to the box to barbecue for them in person.
The proprietress was enthusiastic, she became very friendly to Mingyue, and kept telling him anecdotes about Changbai Mountain. Lou Shijing's expression was not good, and the proprietress occasionally wanted to talk to him but was discouraged by his piercing cold eyes.
The custard yellow of Shanrui soup was delicious, Lou Shijing filled a bowl and handed it to Mingyue, but Mingyue was disrespectful and immediately drank it all in one gulp.
Soon, Lou Shijing added another bowl and handed it over.
The proprietress took a look at the two of them, and smiled imperceptibly from the corners of her eyes: "You two, please take your time. If you need anything, just ring the desk bell. I promise to be there on call."
After the proprietress left, the box suddenly became quiet.
Ming Yue was very educated when eating, he never spoke easily, not to mention the person sitting opposite him was Lou Shijing, and he had nothing to say to him.
He drank two-thirds of a cup of Shanrui soup, and he was already full after eating some barbecue meat.
The soup bottomed out, and there was a soft and tender piece in the porcelain white soup basin, Ming Yue teased: "Mr. Lou, why don't you eat this piece, I drink soup and you eat meat, it suits you well, some people who don't spit out their bones."
Lou Shijing ignored him and refilled his glass with sweet and sour rice wine.
Ming Yue made fun of himself, immediately took out his mobile phone, and chatted with the young masters and ladies of the Lou family.
The rice wine house is only a few hundred meters away from the hotel, and the two of them walked back after eating, as it was said to be good for digestion.
After returning to the hotel, Mingyue suddenly became interested and planned to play two games, but Lou Shijing left a sentence of "rest early" and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
— wrong. Ming Yue couldn't help but slander.
There was only a layer of frosted glass between the bathroom and the bedroom, and soon there was the sound of rushing water. Mingyue was carefully identifying the enemy's position, and when he heard the sound of water, he suddenly felt restless.
"Sister-in-law, there is Voldemort at eleven o'clock." Lou Nian reminded.
Ming Yue regained his composure and glanced in the direction she mentioned.
"boom--"
Crooked.
"Uh..." Lou Xingyi was a little speechless, "Sister-in-law, your marksmanship shouldn't be so bad."
The sound of the water became more and more intense, and he felt the surrounding air becoming hot.
"I just went to kill mosquitoes, sorry." Ming Yue took the remote control and lowered the temperature of the air conditioner to 20 degrees.
Lou Xingyi laughed: "Where do you live, there are still mosquitoes... Is my elder brother bullying you?"
He just said it casually, but Mingyue suddenly thought of something, and the roots of his ears suddenly felt hot.
Lou Nian cautiously followed behind the team, picking up the guns that Ming Yue eliminated.
Suddenly, the streaming sound of water stopped abruptly, Ming Yue raised his eyes subconsciously, and saw a tall man standing behind the frosted glass, the man's body moved slightly, probably to wipe off the water droplets.
The surrounding air became hotter and hotter, and Mingyue felt as if he was under the scorching sun of Yucheng, his body sweating profusely.
He played absent-mindedly, and several of them failed to make it to the final round. When they were about to finish, the bathroom door was opened, and Lou Shijing slowly walked in with a steamy look. His bathrobe was loosely tied, revealing a broad display of his light wheat-colored skin.
The water droplets on the hair slid down through the neck and disappeared into his bathrobe in an instant like a ghost.
"Why did you turn the air conditioner down so low?" Lou Shijing frowned.
Ming Yue hurriedly looked away and said, "I like it!"
The tone is very hard, but it didn't sound very confident, and an underlying sense of panic was clearly self-evident.
He quickly slipped into the bathroom, intending to take a shower to himself calm down.
But no matter how low he adjusted the water temperature, he still couldn't quench the boiling magma in his blood vessels.
Ming Yue stood under the shower at a loss, completely unaware of why he became like this.
Could it be that he is sick?
Ming Yue lowered his head a little dejectedly, and in the misty shower, he found that his *** stood up on the spot.