little lover

Most of the "Middle-earth World" was done, but Zhuo Yifan suddenly stopped coming.

Han Qiaoye called to ask, but lowered his voice and only explained: "My master has something to do, and it won't pass in a few days."

Hang up when you're done.

Han Qiaoye had never cared so much for anyone before, and suddenly there was no one in the family, and he felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

He felt that Zhuo Yifan's rushing attitude was really ugly, but after watching him coldly for a while, he felt that it was not the kind of love between men and women, but just dependence on the elders.

It's just that he is too dependent, and he can't help rolling his eyes when he sees the child's eyes shining and saying his master.

Now he suddenly left him and ran back. Han Qiaoye didn't have much fun being at home alone, so he simply took off the bandage. His hand was actually not that badly injured. It's almost recovered these days, and he can move around. When Zhuo Yifan was around, he It's a seriously ill one, Zhuo Yifan is not around now, who is he acting for?

When I was bored there, I heard a knock on the door, and when I opened the door, I saw Long Yu.

Han Qiaoye was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hey, you are a rare visitor, why do you come to my place when you have time?"

Standing at the door, Long Yu frowned slightly, and said, "I can't figure out something, and I want to talk to you."

Long Yu has always been the best of them. Han Qiaoye has heard his name often at home since he was a student. He has always been the most rational and restrained person. She has a cold appearance like seven emotions and six desires.

Han Qiaoye felt that the only thing he was better than Long Yu was his experience in relationships. He had dated a few girlfriends anyway.

But after Long Yu came in, he pursed his lips and said nothing, and handed over the cup, but the other party just took it and held it in his hand, looking a little tired.

Han Qiaoye poured himself a glass of wine, put his hands on the back of the sofa, and asked him, "What's the matter, did you have a problem with Fang Jingyao?"

Long Yu immediately said: "A small problem."

Han Qiaoye shook his wine glass, didn't answer, just looked at him with a pair of eyes.

Long Yu thought for a while and said by himself: "I postponed the wedding date."

Han Qiaoye was even more surprised than him: "Are you guys going to get married?"

Long Yu said: "Yes, I will inform you after the plan is made, but something happened in the middle." He rarely bit the words, "It's a trivial matter."

Han Qiaoye was still immersed in the matter of getting married, blinked and said, "You guys, this is too soon... How long have you just met?"

Long Yu frowned and said, "It's been a long time."

Han Qiaoye thought for a while, then smiled and said, "That's right, I almost forgot that you two met in high school, I said, you're pretty good at picking up juniors."

Long Yu said earnestly: "Even earlier than high school, I knew Jing Yao a long time ago."

Han Qiaoye clicked his tongue and said, "I know, I know, don't irritate me as a lonely person, I don't think you came to talk to me about the relationship crisis at all, you just came to show off to me, right?"

Long Yu's brows loosened a little, he lowered his head and took a sip, then paused for a while, probably tasted the wine in the glass, but he didn't change it as usual, but drank it slowly.The wine tasted very good, and Long Yu also slowly explained the purpose of coming to Han Qiaoye. He wanted to ask Han Qiaoye, who was the most heterosexual among his friends, how to make his wife happy?

Han Qiaoye said, "That depends on how you provoked him, whether it's serious or not."

Long Yu sat upright, his eyes were a little wandering, but he soon regained his clarity, and told the story of his love with Fang Jingyao as seriously as if he had never drunk that glass of wine. Glass shards, that is also wrapped in big balls of sugar.

During the period, Han Qiaoye regretted it and tried to interrupt him, but he was still force-fed a pot of honey-condensed milk-flavored dog food.

When Han Qiaoye heard it was past two o'clock in the morning, he waited for his opinion and yawned and said, "This matter is easy to handle, so you should talk to him about it. In fact, it's unethical for you to postpone your marriage. My heart lies with you, if I were you, I would kneel down and apologize with flowers in my hands."

Long Yu asked again: "One knee or both knees?"

Han Qiaoye: "..."

Han Qiaoye covered his forehead and said, "I just said that casually. For example, you don't have to be so serious! How about it, you send flowers first. It's always right to send this thing. Send it for a few days to let him calm down. You don't need to be so serious. Seriously think about how to apologize to others."

Long Yu thought for a while, then solemnly said: "Okay."

Over there, Zhuo Yifan was also comforting his master, but before he could say a few words, he was taken to the corner to be scolded.

The reason is very simple. When Sun An called, Fang Jingyao called him as if he was a savior, crying and begging him for help: "Teacher Fang! Teacher Fang Yifan is still with you, I will call him He won’t pick up!! Our boss came back today, and if he can’t find his son, he’s going to call the police again! By the way, please help us to ask if he’s finished drawing the manuscript for this issue, and his phone has been unable to get through!”

Fang Jingyao glanced at his apprentice, who was standing by the wall with his neck stuck in silence, but he didn't dare to meet his gaze.

Fang Jingyao said: "Understood, let me help you."

When Sun An got such a promise, he was so moved that tears almost flowed down his face, and he asked for an exact return time, so he hung up the phone.

Fang Jingyao went to see Zhuo Yifan, and the little white-haired Adam's apple by the wall rolled twice, showing nervousness: "Master doesn't blame me, I'm no different here than in the capital, and my school is also on summer vacation, so I didn't miss any homework. , I also drew some of that manuscript, if it wasn't for serving Han Qiaoye, I would have finished it by now, really!"

Fang Jingyao said: "You broke his arm. If you don't serve anyone, yes, you have to learn a lesson. Next time, let's see if you still drink. To be honest, how much do you draw now?"

Zhuo Yifan was sticking to the wall, like a desperate child whose father checked his summer homework before school started: "...It's all, it's all Han Qiaoye's fault! Master, you don't know that this person is busy. I hurt his arm, but I feed him, dress him, and cook for him every day, so busy that I don’t have any time for myself, really, I just need to go to the toilet and help him!"

Fang Jingyao was amused: "Did you really help him?"

Zhuo Yifan: "...No."

Fang Jingyao rubbed his head, felt the fluffy little white hair with his palm, and his mood improved a lot. He smiled and said, "Senior Brother Han was just kidding you. I knew him before, and he was very arrogant. Higher than the top, no one would look down on him, so he was interested in the small animals on the prairie. He told us that he would go to the grassland if he had the opportunity. I thought he was going to Inner Mongolia at that time, but who knew In one breath, he went to Africa."

Zhuo Yifan looked up and listened, wondering, "Has he really been there? I think he's bragging."

Fang Jingyao said: "I went, and I stayed for several years. Long Yu mentioned it to me before, saying that people can endure hardships. They can do everything when they go camping."

"Impossible?" Zhuo Yifan didn't notice at all that Han Qiaoye was like a three-year-old child in front of him. Sometimes he was self-willed and had no rules like Han Zizhuo.

Fang Jingyao thought for a while, and said, "Maybe it was different when he was in front of girls? I remember that in high school, many people liked him, and he received as many love letters as Long Yu." Fang Jingyao praised his husband for being very hardworking, and he was very happy.

Zhuo Yifan frowned.

Fang Jingyao didn't see it, and continued on there: "But he didn't talk much, and his mind was all on other things."

Zhuo Yifan said, "How many times did you talk about?"

Fang Jingyao thought for a while, and said, "Three or four." He glanced at his apprentice and said with a smile, "However, you look good, like me. After two years, all the girls will see you when you grow up. From time to time, we also talked a few times.”

Zhuo Yifan sneered and said, "I'm different from him!"

Fang Jingyao said: "Okay, let's go eat first, my mother just came over today and specially brought you some black beans." He rubbed Zhuo Yifan's little white hair, the corners of his smiling eyes curled up, imitating his own mother's The tone said: "Yifan, eat more black beans, and eat black beans to prevent graying!"

Zhuo Yifan was rubbed so hard that he couldn't lift his head, his ears were red.His hair was dyed with grandma's ashes, but when Fang's mother saw it, she thought it was young gray hair. During this time, he was fed black sesame, black beans and walnuts, but whenever he came here, he always thought of him and treated him as his own child. It hurts just as much.

When he went to the dining table, Zhuo Yifan really saw a bowl of black beans.

A bowl cooked for him alone, especially chewy.

Zhuo Yifan ate each one very seriously, he hadn't tasted the taste of home for a long time.