The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Isn't Hulunbuir the prairie? Isn't it a yurt? What about flocks of cattle and sheep? What about galloping horses?

"This is the city." Qi Mo stretched his waist. "My home is in the city. I will take you to the prairie to play tomorrow. I will live at my home today."

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi quickly suppressed the doubts he had just now, not to make himself look too stupid.

Qi Mo's home seems to be quite rich, spacious and bright, but unfortunately there is no one at home.

"Where is your family?" Zheng Quzhi couldn't help asking.

"There are no family members. I have been swept out a long time ago. This is my own home." Qi Mo said indifferently, and took a few glances at the house by the way. He couldn't help grinning, showing his big white teeth: "This is the same old man. It helped me to buy a house, which gave me a home anyway."

There was no expression on Wei Yan's face, and he held the box tightly in his hand: "Where do we sleep?"

"Mr.'s sleep should be the best." Qi Ning smiled and walked to a room: "This is the most suitable room for Mr. to live, and it's good for healing."

"Heal?" Zheng Quzhi frowned and looked at Wei Yan: "When were you injured?"

Wei Yan glanced at Qi Mo for unknown meaning, and said in a deep tone, "No problem."

This sentence is again. Zheng Quzhi's face sank. It was the same every time. When he asked what he cared about Wei Yan, he was blocked by Wei Yan.

The anger that finally vented again rose again, not for those other hatreds, but the relationship between him and Wei Yan.

It had been hanging between the two of them before, but temporarily forgotten because of recent events, now it seems to be resurfacing.

After all, it's a tourist, and there are outsiders. Zheng Quzhi doesn't want to make things happen, so he simply bears not saying it for the time being.

Qi Mo's house looked very comfortable. Although there was no one living in it for a long time, it seemed that someone had already cleaned it. After a brief wash, Zheng Quzhi lay in bed and played with his mobile phone.

Sure enough, there were photos of them on Weibo, and many of the photos of the occasional encounter were posted on the Internet by passers-by. After confirming that the captured pictures were handsome, Zheng Quzhi was relieved and selected a photo taken on the road with his legs folded. , And then edited the copy and sent it out.

Immediately after the bed sank, Zheng Quzhi's eyes paused, and soon he continued to slide the screen and play with the phone seriously.

Suddenly a white hand swayed in front of his eyes, with distinct bones and well-proportioned and long fingers. Zheng Quzhi patted it mercilessly, watching that hand turn red, his face serious: "What are you doing? I want to play with a mobile phone!"

"Hurt the eyes." Wei Yan took the phone away after all, his tone couldn't be rejected: "Play less in the future."

"Hey." Zheng Quzhi rolled his eyes, and was too lazy to entangle Wei Yan with such trivial matters, so he drilled into the quilt, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

A hand was attached to his waist, Zheng Qu knew that he ignored him, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Wei Yan hugged the person in his arms and touched Zheng Quzhi's head again, warmly coaxing, "Are you angry?"

"Sleepy." Zheng Quzhi frowned, "You let me go, the heat of summer is dead!"

Is this a lie?

Wei Yan was silent. His body temperature was too low, and he looked like an ice cube when he hugged him. How could he still feel hot?

***

Seeing that the atmosphere around the two people was not the same the next day, Qi Mo was really confused. Hasn't it been reconciled? Why does it look like it's arguing again? What did he miss?

"Sir, let's go to our prairie for fun today?" Qi Ye squeezed out a laugh for a while.

"Yeah." Wei Yan glanced at Zheng Quzhi and nodded in response, seeing that there was no rejection on his face.

Before coming to Hulunbuir, Zheng Quzhi always thought that everyone lived in a yurt on the prairie. He didn't expect to know now that it turns out that the Hulunbeier people are also a distance away from the prairie.

After sitting in the car for nearly an hour, the prairie appeared in front of him.

Zheng Quzhi immediately swept away what he was doing before. He opened the window and looked outside, yelling to Qi Mo with a little excitement: "Brother Qi! Is that a horse there? I'm going!"

"That's a cow." Qi Ye glanced, a little disgusted.

It's not a good thing, why are you so excited?

The car stopped after finding a place, Zheng Quzhi couldn't wait to get out of the car, carrying the backpack he had brought, and looking excitedly at the grassland.

It is really beautiful here, the sky is very blue and blue, the grassland is endless, and there are flocks of cattle and sheep. There is a faint fragrance of grass in the air, and occasionally a gust of wind blows over, making people want to lie down.

"Damn, it's so beautiful here." Zheng Quzhi took out his mobile phone and quickly took a few pictures of landscapes. The excitement in his heart never faded.

Suddenly, one more person appeared in the camera.

Zheng Quzhi's smile was stagnant, and he moved aside. Seeing that man was also moving, he couldn't help but roll his eyes: "What are you blocking me for?"

Wei Yan pursed his lips: "Why are you angry again?"

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

How long is the reflection arc? Zheng Quzhi, who had been sulking all night, almost laughed, watching Wei Yan for a while, he curled his lips and uttered two words: "It's okay."

After finishing talking, I didn't care about Wei Yan, but walked towards Su Yan.

Su Yan also seemed to like this prairie very much. Like Zheng Quzhi, it was the first time to see this kind of scenery. She smiled like a fool. So Zheng Quzhi found a partner, and the two ran up the **** together.

Qi Yue looked for a long while before looking back, and said to Mr.: "Sir, are you...?"

"Why is he angry?" Wei Yan interrupted him, keeping his eyes on the man, carefully recalling what happened last night.

Seeing that my husband had been thinking about it for a long time and couldn't think of a reason, Qi Yan helped his forehead and tentatively said, "Perhaps, it was because of the injury?"

"I already said it's okay." Wei Yan frowned.

Qi Ning: "..."

He sighed silently, and Qi Mo sat down on the grass, looking up at the man he had admired for more than ten years: "Sir, you don’t understand that. You and Zheng Quzhi are in love, are you in love? Is it lasting for the other party to be honest? You hide everything by yourself, Zheng Quzhi will naturally be annoyed."

His husband, everything is good, but his emotional intelligence is too low.

"Frank?" Wei Yan was startled slightly, "but he didn't ask..."

"He asked." For the first time, Qi Xu interrupted Mr., and after the interruption, he froze for a while, then grinned again, and continued fearlessly: "He asked, I want to care about you, but You relentlessly locked the door that you cared about, and Zheng Quzhi had a closed door."

After a pause, he said: "Think about it. If Zheng Qu knew everything from you, and no matter what you asked, you would reply that it was okay or no problem. What would you think? Would you be happy?"

Wei Yan was silent, his eyelashes trembled, and finally nodded: "So, that's my fault."

Seeing his husband confessed his mistake, Qi Yue said again: "However, Zheng Quzhi is also wrong. He knows his husband’s temperament, but he doesn’t tell the truth. He just knows that he is sulking. It really shouldn’t. Mr. Everything is wrong."