The Idol Group and the Crown

They were newly married and honeymooned, and they struggled until the end of March before returning home.

Blade and Chi have gone abroad to study abroad. Mei Sheng is busy making a solo album. Xie Lianyun and a group of e-sports players are playing back and forth in the ranks. They often bubble up in the group at four in the middle of the night.

Bo Jue went back to the Conservatory of Music to take classes, but after a long time he didn't slow down.

He needs to accept and get used to many new things.

The dispersal of the younger brothers is one thing, the layout of the new home is one thing.

It's the same thing with a brand new husband who just got married shortly.

Strictly speaking, Bo Jue is more accustomed to being a teammate in the Celestial Regiment, and is a long-time companion in the SPF period.

At the end of the honeymoon, Long Ji returned to the business field. Although he returned home on time every day, he was still not used to it.

Not dislike.

And according to the truth, now Longji is more in line with his original taste.

If it is now Bo Jiu to see Long Ji, who had just met at the age of seventeen, he will steal and abandon for a few seconds.

Long Ji was very energetic when he was a boy, with bright and active laughter, like summer sunshine.

When I saw him, it reminded people of fresh orange juice, the big lion, and the handsome seniors who were very popular in high school.

Bo Ju went to his company a few times to deliver things. The meeting room was made of all-glass transparent walls, and he could clearly see the man talking happily.

Mature and calm, undecided, all eyes are tenacious.

It's hard to believe that this executive who orchestrates the company's development has been a youth idol before.

Of course, after returning home from get off work, when you take off your suit and tie, you will come over and be happy.

Professor Bo knows he is screwing, but he is good at rationalizing his screwing, so that the psychological burden can be much less.

Although they said everything on the wedding day, the objective fact is that they had broken up for nearly two years, and after that they chose a very far apart life path.

One reads financial reports and stock market analysis in the morning, and one only likes simple daily urban news.

One person is constantly in contact with many networks of complex composition, while the other person stays on a purely simple university campus, gradually becoming more low-key.

Sometimes Thin Jue eats half of the quiche and looks up at the back of the newspaper spreading across the side of the table.

There are many unfamiliar financial vocabulary in English words, and none of the characters interviewed knew.

He was uneasy for a moment and looked down at the wedding ring for a while.

As long as you see this ring, you will feel more stable.

Believe it, believe it anyway, it's easy to go all the way to the black.

Long Ji felt his eyes faintly, and moved his newspaper and blinked at him.

"Hurry up." Bo Jue glanced away and said: "Stop the road today, you will take me a ride."

Long Ji is now an impeccable and perfect husband.

He remembers every special day. Every weekend, he carefully brought home with different bouquets, and wrote small cards from time to time. The handwriting was strong and powerful, but the love words were very nauseous every day.

In the past, I was not allowed to fall in love in A, but now I can double the compensation back, no matter how romantic.

Although there are many minor problems, such as occasional snoring at night, often overtime late at night, drinking coffee as water, etc.

But these will be automatically ignored by Bo Jue, and they will not go at all.

Just remember the other party's good, this is what he learned quietly beside him.

Every day is warm and calm.

They would go out together in the morning and change the papers and documents together at night. When they were in good spirits, they would watch a movie and roll back to the sheets. When they were tired, they would take a bath together and hug each other.

Bo Jue still sometimes feels uneasy, but he doesn't know how to tell him.

It's as if the language is hard to describe. If you make a mistake, there will be a misunderstanding.

The accident happened at 7:30 in the morning on a certain day.

Long Ji originally took the key and was ready to go downstairs. Suddenly, she cramped and squatted down to hold the chair. Her aching face turned pale.

Bo Jue hurriedly drove him to a private hospital, and the test result was acute gastroenteritis caused by long-term irregular diet.

The reason can be roughly guessed. The day before, Long Ji accompanied the customer to drink all afternoon wine, and he also drank coffee in the middle of the night to catch up with the project.

"I must pay attention to the stimulating diet," the doctor said in a very gentle tone: "In fact, the problem is not big, these symptoms are also related to excessive fatigue, it is recommended to rest for a few days."

Long Ji just finished taking the medicine and the condition is not very good, but remember to maintain Bo Jiu.

"My lover has always been very nutritious in cooking, because I am too entertained, and sometimes drinking can be a mess."

Bo Ju reached out and touched his face.

They all took a leave, even if Long Ji insisted on making Bo Jue not to worry about him.

The university teachers didn't have too many classes already, and the leaders in the college always spoke very well and directly approved for three days.

It didn't look like it was a serious illness, but at noon Longji began to have a fever and curled up in the blankets.

Bo Jue cooked porridge and fed him a small half of the bowl, then stared at him for taking the medicine, and accompanied him quietly.

The wind screamed outside the window, and it seemed to be cooling down.

The TV is silently broadcasting the typhoon warning, and there are no pedestrians on the street.

The man sweated and fell asleep for tens of minutes.

When he woke up again, he saw him sitting on his side reading a book, and gave a soft call.

"Xiao Ju."

"Is it better." Bo Ju reached out to check his temperature: "I'll have something to eat."

Long Ji nodded and shook his head again.

A little embarrassed for a while, and said: "Tummy hurts."

Bo Ju got up and tried to find the medicine, but was stopped by him.

"You... help me knead." The man's eyes were clear, as if much better: "Just rub it for a while."

Bo Jue nodded and agreed, and Long Ji smiled and moved a lot deeper into the sofa.

"Come here, come into my blanket."

Professor Xiaobo thought about it for a moment, but still got into the blanket like a child pretending to camp, surrounded by warm arms.

Long Ji kissed his forehead, took his hand and pressed it against his stomach, complaining with frustration: "Here, it has been uncomfortable."

The space in the blanket was so small that thin Jue was basically nestled in his arms and the two were close.

You can hear each other's shallow breathing sounds.

Bo Jue also remembered to warm his palm first, then slowly rub it in a circle against his stomach.

Long Ji took a long breath and then sighed a little annoyed as if thinking of something.

Bo Ju lying in his arms sideways, looking up at him: "Aren't you happy?"

"Not to you," the man caressed his long hair and picked up a strand of kisses: "I think myself... many things are not done well enough."

Bo Jue didn't keep up with his thoughts. While thinking about the place where he just rubbed, he lightly helped him to clear his responsibility: "Gastroenteritis can't blame you, everyone is sick."

"However, hey mainly," Long Li seemed to want to press back some words, and seemed to be unable to hold back. He buried his face in his shoulder for a while, and his voice was dull: "I don't want to do this in front of you."

"What does it look like?"

"Well, I want to be more reliable and taller." Long Ji stretched out his hand to cover the back of his hand, gasped when the pain was relieved, and continued to be honest with himself: "After all, they are married, and all the places that were rash before have to be changed. ."

He especially cherishes him, and the only intimate relationship in this life, just like a good student answering papers, trying to get a perfect score for each question.

Bo Jue moved a bit, suddenly suddenly lost his mind.

What happened to Long Li's reaction? He reached out and hugged him tightly, nervously: "Do you... don't like me?"

Bo Jue is still distracted.

Long Ji was even more flustered, and the speed of speech became a little faster: "I haven't been married for a long time. I'm also in the exploration stage. After all, we haven't lived together for a long time."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me that everything is easy to discuss."

The long-haired youth was a little dazed, and it took a while to speak.

"I think so too."

"Hey?"

"I don't think I have to be more mature after I get married, or what kind of new role I want to enter," Bo Jue rubbed his stomach for him with all his might, leaning on his arm and staring at him. I'm clearly not here yet."

"It's not regretting getting married, it's like getting married, as if you have to integrate into the society more and accept a more...married life."

Bo Jue leaned sideways and gave him half of his weight to share. He couldn't help laughing: "We're so stupid, like playing a kid's house."

He buried his face in his arms, and finally stopped rubbing his stomach. His voice was a little blurry: "Although my brothers are all gone, we are also married, and I still seem to have been thinking about the period when I was in my early twenties. day."

It's like not accepting a 30-year-old, a mature life, or an old age.

"I always tell myself that I have reached this point and I have to go forward, always thinking it would be naive to stop there."

"I see that you have gone a long way, and at a glance you are in a particularly adapted state.

"But sometimes, I seem to be very naive."

Even when filling out the form at school, age will subconsciously fill in twenty-one and think about it and change it to twenty-three, which is actually wrong.

Long Ji heard him complaining about these small problems and said for a long time: "So you think so?"

"Yeah." Bo Jue couldn't help crying: "Where is there someone like me."

"So what if I am too?"

"you too?"

"It's like eating something every morning," Long Ji rubbed his brows. "If you want to eat loving omelettes, it's very ridiculous to say nonsense when you cook."

"It's very talkative." Bo Ju firmed: "I like to listen to you talking nonsense."

Even as before, sometimes like a dog of a strange breed, he suddenly hugged him and grunted out a long list of strange meaningless syllables.

"There are also ties and suits," Long Li said in a low voice: "I don't like to wear a tie all day long, even if it is tied loose."

"I don't like writing work reports," Bo Ju said quickly: "I hate preparing lessons."

"I usually have to squeeze my face when I go to work," Long Ji said with a helpless expression: "Otherwise, I can't serve the crowd, but in fact, I just worked for two years at home, and I got rid of it after a while."

They invariably exchanged gazes, and sulked their faces into the pillows.

Long Ji tightened the blanket again, as if two people were hiding in a tent and whispering.

"You rub my stomach again."

"Does it still hurt," Bo Jue slept in his arms, like some obedient treasure guarded by the dragon: "Will wait for another pack of medicine."

"It won't hurt when you wake up," Long Ji laughed and rubbed his cheek: "Just like you rubbing me."

They had planned to take a day or two of rest to go to work independently. They did not expect the sudden and fierce typhoon.

Although the windows are full of bulletproof double-glazed windows, but at around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the wind outside began to cry and howl.

Immediately after the torrential rain of dense bullets spewed out, like hundreds of machine guns blasting from the sky, the windows that were smashed slammed.

TV reports said that this is a rare spring typhoon, and the clouds will take at least two or three days to evacuate. Please pay attention to the safety of residents and try not to go out.

There was plenty of food in the refrigerator, but the two had nothing to do.

So I rolled the sheets twice like fun, and then took a bath together. Anyway, after the fever went down, someone was in good spirits.

It was only 8:30 in the evening and it was too early to go to bed.

Bo Ju found that they really have to adapt to many things.

The true meaning of the two living together, the length of time alone is infinitely longer, and the other side of the other party is inadvertently exposed inadvertently.

Previously on the 17th floor, they had frequent contacts with four teammates. Even if they have been couples for a while, there are actually many people in life who have to pay attention.

Later, when they got married, they had their own careers, and they spent two or three hours a day together. They did very little together.

"Or... do you do housework with me?"

Long Ji nodded happily.

They put A's old CD in the room stereo, and then went to clean up the house together.

The teenagers sang vigorously, and the two adults leaned together and folded their clothes.

Bo Jue folded for a long time, and suddenly found that Long Ji didn't seem to know much about it.

"This is the case with T-shirts," he taught him sideways to find the margin. "Set it this way, then do it this way-fold it over."

The man let out a long voice: "It's a cube!"

"The suit needs a wooden hanger, so you have to follow the turning point-wrong, you loosen that sleeve first."

It took more than an hour just to get a basket of freshly washed clothes, and the iron was almost hot halfway.

Then he started sweeping and mopping the floor again, using a roll to clean the carpet.

Bo Jue almost felt what he was doing in a teaching performance, and taught him how to change the core of the reel.

Long Ji has learned to learn quickly, and he still smiled and boasted: "You have a lot of things to do."

Bo Jue reached out and poked his forehead: "Learn more! Throw it for you later!"

The next day of the typhoon day.

Breakfast is instant noodles boiled with eggs.

Either you are too lazy to eat, or you like junk food.

Lunch is fried steak.

Long Ji almost fried, but the sauce was beautifully sprinkled.

He also made a breakthrough, Bo Jue first thought he was giving himself a hundred points.

Dinner was tomato soup with sandwiches, and two sweet potatoes were baked, which was very healthy.

At dinner, the younger brothers who happened to call abroad took turns to call, and was surprised when they saw the soup wrapped in a blanket on the sofa of Bo Juwo.

"Brother Ju, are you sick-you have never eaten in the living room before -"

"Are you all right, or should I come back to accompany you?"

"He's very good," Long Jia looked over half of his head, and looked at Mei Shengyao with a crooked look: "Don't you think he is particularly black swan wrapped in a blanket, but lazy and beautiful."

"I get it," Mei Shengyao said in earnest: "You are called Xiu."

"Where is there." Long Ji waved his hand: "Regular operation."

On the third day, the typhoon did not end, and the gastritis ended, and Professor Bo continued to stare at President Long taking medicine.

"I don't want to eat." The man leaned in again: "It's so good, it doesn't hurt at all."

Bo Jue squinted at him.

Long Ji struggled to resist for a while, but he did all he could with his head up.

They sorted the bookshelves together and discussed whether to raise a dog afterwards, and what happened to the rice cooker, and how could a man be able to hatch a child with a man.

The upper and lower floors of the house are spacious and beautiful, and two grand pianos are placed, with a large bouquet of lilac lisianthus in the side vase.

Bo Jue washed and dried his hands, and sat back on the bench and played Chopin to him.

"Brilliant Grand Ballet in E flat major".

The strong wind swept outside the window, and the billboards scratched.

The rainstorm continued to sweep the world, as if the pause button could never be found.

Bo Jue sat still playing the Chopin in eight winds, as if the world had broken a powder tonight and crushed his chords.

Long Ji stood beside him, quietly pulled up his long hair, leaned in and kissed him.

"Listen like cats and mice."

"..."

"Come on, cat and mouse."