[MTL, BL] Pretend Little Cowardly Bag [Quick Wear]

4.3

On the way back, Lin Xiuyuan only had a tape left in his hand. He followed the boy without making a sound.

After crossing the road, the other party glanced down at the tape cover in his hand, and suddenly asked, "Do you like him?"

Lin Xiuyuan: "It's alright, just listen to it." The

boy snorted lightly.

The two walked into the alley, and Lin Xiuyuan stretched out his hand and said, "I'll do it myself, it's not important, your friends are still waiting for you."

"They're not waiting for anyone... It's too hot, I don't want to go out It's over."

Jiang Yuming stubbornly carried those things, and Lin Xiuyuan had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

There were many men in shorts and shirtless at the door of the houses on both sides. Every time they passed by, Lin Xiuyuan glanced at their legs, intentionally or unintentionally.

The young man noticed his small gesture, thought he was disgusted with this phenomenon, and said, "They are always like this when they were young, and they can't change it for a while."

Lin Xiuyuan didn't know why he suddenly said this, and gave him a puzzled look.

Jiang Yuming pursed his thin lips and stopped talking again.

When we got to the courtyard, everyone else went to work. Except for the writer whose door was closed, there was only Jiang Yide in the yard who was watering the flowers.

Uncle Jiang looked back at them coming in together, was slightly surprised, and asked Jiang Yuming, "Didn't you go out to play with your classmates?"

"It's boring to play with them..." The

boy took the rice noodles and went directly to the east room.

Lin Xiuyuan greeted the uncle and took the key to open the door.

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yard, Jiang Yide water flower muttered: "This kid, before other people did not see him move over so enthusiastic over ...... really have a positive age difference is small there is a topic people ......"

into In the house, Jiang Yuming put the things neatly on the table.

Lin Xiuyuan turned on the fan, and then went to pour water for him: "Take a break, Yuming."

He was called after the names of other people in the courtyard. The hutongs were full of neighbors, and he seldom called his full name.

The young man gave him a stunned look after hearing those two words.

Lin Xiuyuan handed him the water glass: "It's a little hot." The

fan whirled.

The big boy stood upright at the table with the enamel cup.

Lin Xiuyuan said, "Aren't you going to sit?"

Jiang Yuming sat down and looked at the water in the cup. He took a sip without blowing, his face flushed with sweat.

Lin Xiuyuan went to find the cumbersome tape recorder, then took apart the tape and put it in.

A male voice singing in a low voice came from inside, and the melody was a little melancholy.

In the middle of the song, Jiang Yuming looked at the tape cover in Lin Xiuyuan's hand again, and couldn't help but say, "Do you think he is handsome?"