Chapter 827 Zhang Qilin 3
Maybe life is not so amazing.
Ten years or a hundred years are not enough to awaken the old dreams.
Please use the green of the mountains to break my winter.
Blind, you are the past that I am desperately pursuing.
Bite the past smoke and pumice, swallow the bloody poems, we should step on each other's shadows and express the pain of lovesickness over the years.
I'm sorry, I forgot you while looking for you.
The blind man and his mute ran wildly on the street, and passers-by gave them their blessings.
This country, which is both old-fashioned and not old-fashioned, has a kind of tolerance.
Boys' love is also love.
Love is about whoever you like. You like him because he is him. You won’t like him if it’s anyone else.
Of course, this is like winning the lottery.
Most people don’t have much love and just go with the flow.
So everyone likes to watch other people's love.
The black blind man next to the wishing well had fiery eyes. Zhang Qilin always felt that if there weren't so many people here, his blind man would definitely want to step into the wishing well, and then hold the sack to count the money and ask him to carry the coins back.
Blind, has an extreme love for money.
A little less than loving him.
Thinking of that scene, the corners of Zhang Qilin's mouth rose unconsciously.
Maybe they will be arrested again.
Sure enough, when the blind man was about to fall in on purpose, Zhang Qilin pulled him back.
"I have money."
“It makes money.”
"Give you all."
So don't take other people's coins.
If it really doesn't work, we can do it secretly at night. There is no surveillance at this time, unlike the funeral, it will be inconvenient if we do something bad.
Black Bear: ...
Humph, if you don’t want to take it, then don’t take it.
But he didn't want to, so in Mr. Zhang's surprised gaze, he pulled him into the wishing well.
Amid the crowd's exclamations, water splashed and all their clothes were soaked.
His hair was also wet. Zhang Qilin sat up and pulled the blind man to straighten his hair. Then the blind man held his hand and they moved through the crowd and buildings. This time, their running was covered with moisture.
Mr. Zhang looked at the happy blind men as they were engulfed in the light.
Crazy blind people are also cute.
Although he sometimes couldn't keep up with the blind man's train of thought, he just had to follow him.
I went back and changed my clothes. Fortunately, they bought the house in this yard, otherwise I would have been scolded by the landlady.
When the blind man came out, the mute was cooking porridge.
He just leaned against the door frame and looked at him.
A virtuous mute.
However, every time the mute cooked porridge for him, Hei Xia Zi always felt like he was the miserable Wang Baochuan, digging wild vegetables everywhere.
So he went to get some of the pickled mustard and kimchi he had made himself.
Apart from the food, everything else abroad is pretty good.
No one likes to care about others.
Suitable for those who like to be alone.
They would even go to church and kiss each other late at night.
Of course the mute is voluntary.
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
Yes, he volunteered.
He can also cook noodles.
They can also grill chicken, barbecue and skewers.
I like it very much.
Black Bear: ...
So sometimes it’s really not your fault that the blind man deliberately kept feeding the mute fried rice with green peppers and shredded pork.
Because the dumb is secretly bad.
Zhang Qilin looked at Hei Xia Zi's hands. Those hands were slender but not thin, bony but powerful. He always liked those hands, especially when he was holding the railing.
When he is in a good mood, he will play the violin. In fact, he can also play the cello. He knows a lot of things.
When the white pigeons in the square flapped their wings and took off, Hei Xia Zi was thinking about stewing the pigeons.
Unfortunately, people here don’t eat it.
Even if they eat it, they will still be unhappy.
But he would also secretly roast pigeons.
Fortunately, the small yard is convenient.
They finished their studies and were going to go back.
Now I just won’t go back.
However, in order to live a good life in the turbulent years in the future, they still need to find a suitable place.
For example, Valley Manor.
Many times, people forget about our existence.
This means safety.
With mountains, water and Mr. Zhang, they can live a good life.
Until then, be happy.
Life is short, he doesn't want to waste it in painful years, nor does he want to be entangled with them.
Because the time Mr. Zhang had forgotten him was longer than the time they had been together.
He thought they would always be happy until they were forgotten.
In the square, the blind performed and the mute collected money.
Then they hugged each other on the busy street, and Hei Xiazi kissed Mr. Zhang regardless of the eyes of others.
Mr. Zhang’s back of the head is really round.
Silly.
Zhang Qilin let the blind man move, it smelled like tobacco.
He went from being overwhelmed at first to adapting very well.
It only took one month.
His blindness was waiting for him.
Black bears like to drink, but they are usually not very honest after drinking.
His hands often reached to Mr. Zhang's waist, and his head was on Mr. Zhang's neck, like a large dog acting coquettishly.
Then, taking advantage of Mr. Zhang's unguarded lightness, I inadvertently pressed his numb muscles, and instantly a tingling sensation came over his heart.
At this time, Mr. Zhang would fix Mr. Qi's hands and feet, make him calm down, and let him lie straight.
Of course Mr. Qi was unhappy, so he bit Mr. Zhang's neck to show that he was angry.
When I woke up, there was warm milk, eggs and sandwiches.
Mr. Zhang will still do this.
"Blind, have breakfast."
Mr. Zhang lives a very regular life. He does more and more things and takes good care of Mr. Qi.
Hei Xia Zi looked at the clean and tidy house.
Unfortunately, they cannot stay in one place for too long and have to move to another place every few decades.
Hei Xia Zi drank the milk, held the man in his arms, and gave him a sip as well. He thought that Mr. Zhang was still too thin.
It would be better to gain some weight.
Zhang Qilin felt the milk between his lips, his throat rolled, and his face turned red, looking even more beautiful than the colorful clouds.
Hei Xia Zi's sudden smile and his lover's rosy face are more beautiful than any other beauties in the world.
"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Qi hopes you will be plump and white."
Because the wife should be white and plump.
At noon, Hei Xia Zi made the mute his favorite boiled chicken and chicken stewed with mushrooms.
In the quiet suburbs, the east is already bright, the distant mountains are dark blue, and the heart is like the rising sun.
Zhang Qilin was still feeding the chickens and counting eggs. He had to pick out the breeding eggs, otherwise there would not be enough to eat.
There are also sheep. They love to eat roasted lamb. The beef here is not as delicious as the one in Inner Mongolia. Next time they will stay in Inner Mongolia for a few years or even decades.
Look at the blind Eji, and let them see that it was Mr. Zhang who abducted Mr. Qi.
Zhang Qilin's smile suddenly became very real. When Hei Xia Zi saw it, he couldn't help but go over to hug and kiss him.
His Mr. Zhang stabilized.
Mr. Qi fastened Mr. Zhang's seat belt, and their breaths intertwined.
"Dumb, I'm taking you for a ride."
"it is good."
Now he will do whatever Zhang Qilin asks him to do. The lost treasure is guarded by a dragon.