The night breeze slowly blew through the alley, and the slightly cold wind blew the corners of the white-clothed young man's clothes, swaying in the night.

The soft black hair was originally soft on the forehead, and after being blown by the wind, the delicate facial features were exposed.

His eyes were dark and deep.

The misanthropy looked at him with a frown, his chin clutched tightly by his slender white hand.

This action inexplicably made him a little uncomfortable,

It's like he pinched a.

The misanthropy shook off his hand fiercely, and with ten percent of his strength, Qingliu's arm was pulled down by him.

It's very unpleasant to be misanthropic,

The wall on his back was hard and uneven, and his skin ached from the pain of his shoulder hitting the wall.

It's not a small hand.

He rubbed his shoulders, gently shook off the red hair that was blown by the wind, and his eyes were also cold,

The tone was displeased, "What are you crazy about?" ”

The young man in front of him stood straight like a green pine,

The eyebrows were calm and beautiful, staring at him silently.

His voice was deep, "What do you think I'm crazy about?" ”

Misanthropic and speechless for a while.

He just can't control his mouth, and his mouth and brain are never on the same level.

Words blurted out without thinking.

Knowing he minds, but as for such a big reaction?

The misanthropy jerked up from the wall, and the tip of his nose almost hit his chin,

Qingliu frowned and pushed back half a step.

The misanthropy sneered softly,

His gaze crossed the neck that was half-hidden by the collar of his shirt, and he saw the bulging Adam's apple, and his gaze paused for a moment, and then he looked away carelessly.

"I'm talking about playing, and I'm not serious."

Qingliu was indifferent, his dark eyebrows were still cold,

The smog is shrouded in a breeze that does not disperse.

The misanthropy licked his teeth a little irritably, and pointed his finger on his shoulder,

"Is Lao Tzu's joke successful?"

He said lightly, "That's not how the joke is made. ”

His reaction last time was enough to prove that he cared very much, but the misanthropy was still full of care.

He's an esports pro, and he can bet his work and faith just to tell the misanthropic

This is my bottom line, don't touch it.

But the world-weary doesn't care,

Always go your own way and never care about other people's feelings.

The young man was silent for a moment, and said lightly,

"Misanthropy, I've put up with you for a long time."

The misanthropic tilted his head, and the messy red hair on his forehead crossed his eyebrows with the movement,

There is a faint impatience between the eyebrows, and the tip of the tongue is against the roof of the mouth,

"I've put up with you for a long time."

Qingliu looked at him.

The boy's hair in front of him was dyed with the most exaggerated color, and it was as warm as a fire.

He's always been a grumpy teenager,

Impatient, bad-tempered, and bad-tempered.

Qingliu knows,

So he tried to stay away from him, but he chased after him.

The result of chasing after him is that he keeps angry with him, angers him, and challenges his bottom line.

He also looked impatient and irritable now.

The tone was cold and impatient, "It's like a neurosis, it's endless, isn't it?" ”

Qingliu stared at his straight face,

Suddenly I wanted to laugh.

Probably dizzy, why is there such a bad person, living a chic and free life, and doesn't care about anything.

Unlike him, he cares about everyone.

Everyone's emotions are cared about, and they are worried, even if they say a word, they care about whether others will be unhappy because of this sentence.

It's so tiring to live.

Qingliu did smile, and hooked the corners of his crimson lips with some mockery.

The world-weary looked at him a little confused, and there was a smile on his face like the beginning of the snow.

"Laughing at what? Do you think you're a psychopath? ”

"It's nerve-wracking." Qingliu said lightly.

The world-weary brows furrowed fiercely.

Qingliu's quiet eyes fell on his face,

"I can't do anything with you."

He took two steps back, his face hidden in the darkness flickering, the moonlight shining on his shoulders, and the corners of his snow-white shirt flying.

The moment Qingliu turned around, his shoulders were buckled.

He glanced sideways slightly, looking at the hand on his shoulder.

The tone seems to be frozen,

"Let go."

The misanthropic stared at his face, his long eyelashes were thin and straight, and his side face was beautiful and cold.

"What do you mean? Who do you look down upon? His voice was heavy, and he took a deep breath,

"I told you, I'm joking, don't you make a big fuss?"

Qingliu: "......"

Make a mountain out of a molehill.

But the illiterate apparently didn't realize it.

Qingliu reached out and stroked his paw off the shoulder,

said lightly, "The jokes you usually make are quite personal, and you like to talk about having children." ”

The world-weary face is not red and the heart is not beating,

"What's wrong with having a baby? When I went to Thailand, I also saw people who had transgender children, but you just had too little experience. ”

Qingliu smiled coldly,

"You can bear it, you can be born, right?"

Hearing this, the world-weary face changed directly,

"Grass, what the hell do you mean......

Qingliu looked at him indifferently, turned around coldly, and walked out of the alley with long legs.

The moonlight stretched his shadow long on the ground.

The slender shadow skimmed from the feet of the misanthropy.

The misanthropic face turned blue, and he kicked his shadow twice.

Fuck stupid.

"Lao Tzu will talk to you again, and Lao Tzu will recognize you as a father."

·

The misanthropy had already left the mouth of the small alley and walked for about ten minutes.

It's still good to think about it.

What the hell, what does this little white face mean??

looked at him with that disdainful face, as if he was really going to have children.

Neuropathy day by day!

The face is strange, and it's still white and black.

He walked with a huff, his steps were so heavy that he seemed to crush the ground.

As I walked, I found that I had walked to a place like a slum.

The surrounding road became steeper and steeper, and the walls around it were covered with faint moss.

The garbage cans on the side of the street were not only not sorted, but also overflowing, and the sky was getting warmer, and black flies were flying around on them.

Although the misanthropy is unclean, it is also really disgusting.

Nima, where is this?

The misanthropy is a little disgusting away from the trash can, and it stinks.

By the dark moonlight, he saw a group of people standing on the corner of the street, and he walked over,

Ask, "Can anyone tell me where this is?" ”

The boys glanced back at him and twisted their heads back again, ignoring him at all.

The misanthropy scolded the grass in a low voice.

Don't tell Lao Tzu to pull down, Lao Tzu will find it himself.

He turned his head and pulled his phone out of his arms, and it turned out to be two percent left.

day

The map is still forgotten, and I can't afford to use it.

He'll find his way first.

As soon as the misanthropy was about to leave, he heard several boys behind him chattering and discussing.

"As far as Chu Qingqing's goods are concerned, Lao Tzu is just playing with her, I really think I am a goods, look, call me again."

"Brother Leopard picks up, it just so happens that the brothers are short of money."

"That's right, isn't Chu Qingqing a big deal? Since she likes Brother Leopard, let her send some more money. ”

The misanthropic frowned.

Just about to leave,

As a result, when he heard the next sentence, his footsteps stopped for a moment.