Warm trees become forests

The celebration of the two was dull and boring. Gu Chenglin stood by the railing on the edge of the top floor, smoking a cigarette bought in a 24-hour convenience store.

Wen Mu stood beside him holding a wine bottle and said, "I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

Gu Chenglin gave an immodest "hmm".

"Have you studied for a long time?" Wen Mu asked.

"Not long."

"Actually, I don't know much about musical instruments. I learned the violin when I was a child, but I gave up without perseverance."

Gu Chenglin turned around and leaned against the guardrail, looking at Wen Mu.

"I gave up a lot of things when I was young, and I didn't have any particularly persistent hobbies and pursuits."

Gu Chenglin flicked the cigarette ash, his eyes did not change.

Wen Mu felt a little guilty when he saw him, so he drank a few more sips of wine, emboldened himself, and said: "But I found that I like you very much. This is the first time I have this feeling. I, can I pursue you?" ?”

Gu Chenglin was not surprised, Wen Mu looked at him too clearly.

"Am I the violin?"

"what……"

"Before you gave up all your hobbies, did you ever like them?" Gu Chenglin asked.

Wen Mu thought for a while: "Some like it, some don't."

Gu Chenglin raised the corner of his mouth and smiled contemptuously: "Since you will give up your favorite hobby, how can you guarantee that you won't give up on me after liking me?"

"Let's not talk about giving up, I remember your family is very rich." Gu Chenglin took a puff of cigarette and spit it out lightly, "You have been to my house too, what is wrong with you, you are going to chase me Such a person rolling in the mud? Life is too moist and you want to find some excitement, or do you want to go to the slums to experience life?"

Wen Mu clenched his fist and was a little annoyed when he was told that, although he had a good tutor, he still had some petty temper of being over-loved.

Just because he likes Gu Chenglin doesn't mean he can be wronged like this, and after drinking, his tone is a bit aggressive: "I just like you purely, not for experiencing life."

"Like sleeping in the mud with me?" Gu Chenglin asked.

Wen Mu's face turned red: "I can't pull you out of the mud?"

"remarkably brave."

"I'm going to try."

Gu Chenglin blew a smoke ring at him: "Do you think I will give you a chance?"

With a "snap", the wine bottle fell to the ground, Wen Mu glared at Gu Chenglin, and raised his voice: "I have to try whether you give it or not! Anyway, I have already told you, I like you! I just want to chase you! You also It's not the violin! I won't give up on you either!" After speaking, she walked downstairs angrily.

Gu Chenglin looked at the broken wine bottle on the ground: his temper is not small.

Alcohol can really strengthen people's courage. Wen Mu originally wanted to drink some wine to confess his love to Gu Chenglin, but Gu Chenglin was too irritating, with a poisonous tongue!indifferent!No reason!have a bad attitude!There is no cure!

But just liking him, liking him more and more, Wen Mu felt that he was hopeless.

Tongzilou in the South District.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was scorching hot, and there was a little boy named Weng Dingding sitting in the middle of the yard.

Weng Dingding didn't wear a skirt today, but sat on the steps wearing duck pants and a vest. The duckling on the vest was washed and faded, but still flapped its wings and opened its mouth, as if croaking.

When Gu Chenglin came back from get off work, he saw Weng Dingding sitting under the sun, holding a lump of candy in his hand.

Weng Dingding's eyes darkened, and he raised his head: "Brother Cheng Lin, are you off work?"

"Hmm." Gu Chenglin asked, "Do you want me to buy some cumin?"

"Why buy cumin?" Weng Dingding was naive.

"Sprinkle it on you."

"Why did you sprinkle it on me?" Weng Dingding was terrified.

"You will be cooked after a while. When you are cooked, I will skewer you into kebabs and sell them." Gu Chenglin said seriously.

Weng Dingding curled his lips: "You're scaring people again."

"Go into the house, no one cares about you if you have heatstroke." Gu Chenglin stopped talking nonsense and looked serious.

"I'm thinking about something." Weng Dingding looked worried.

"You want a fart, get out of here quickly."

"Oh, you don't understand a child's heart at all! Brother Wen Mu only understands!" Five-year-old Weng Dingding squeezed the candy, thinking about others when he saw things.

Gu Chenglin didn't bother to pay attention to him and turned to go upstairs, when Weng Dingding came to hug his thigh again: "Brother Cheng Lin, what do you think I should do."

"do not know."

"I haven't said it yet, you don't know."

Gu Chenglin wanted to pick up the annoying man, but Weng Dingding's clothes today were still a bit inconvenient, so he said, "Fart your fart."

"I'm kind of craving candy."

"Then eat."

"But Brother Wen Mu told me that I can only eat it when I really want it." Weng Dingding was wronged, "Because he said he couldn't come to see me often, so he let me save it and let me keep it for later If the traffickers trick me with sugar again, let me think about the sugar jars at home, they have all kinds of flavors, much better than the traffickers, I only have a little craving for it now, not particularly.”

Gu Chenglin thought that Wen Mu just bought a can of candy casually, but he didn't expect to explain so much to the child.

That is to say, Weng Dingding is obedient, who would be so naive as an ignorant wild child?

Gu Chenglin nodded after listening to him: "I see." After the words fell, Weng Dingding's hands were empty, and the fruit candy he had been holding for a whole morning changed hands in an instant. To Weng Dingding's feet.

Weng Dingding realized that Gu Chenglin had already gone up to the second floor. Shocking wailing resounded from house to house, and Weng Dingding shouted at the top of his voice: "Gu Chenglin, you bully children! You pay me for candy!"

"Woooooo my candy pay me for my candy! You are no longer my Cheng Lin brother, I want Wen Mu brother!"

It may be that Weng Dingding's young heart was really hurt, or it may be that the immature crying touched a passing fairy.

At this time the next day, the "Brother Wen Mu" he called out actually appeared in front of him with his luggage.