Times of Our Lives

Chapter 38

In his junior year, in addition to two compulsory majors, Xie Meng also took bank accounting. Han Dong chatted with him in private and asked if he wanted to go to the bank after graduation.

"It is not easy for the bank to airborne to the top," Han Dong planned with him. "Do you decide to stay in Beijing?"

Xie Meng: "I see Ji Qinyang, where is he and where am I."

Han Dong snorted: "It's really numb."

Xie Meng Xiaoxiao didn't justify, the two talked for a while, and the topic came to Zhang Lianban.

"Have he and Rourou not met yet?" Xie Meng worried. "What's going on."

Han Dong looked at him with a complex look, and finally sighed: "You are slower than I thought ..."

Xie Meng: "???"

Han Dong: "Jin Qinyang is actually not easy."

Xie Meng said: "... what matters to him."

Baby Bear often comes to Xie Meng to play. He has already started running in various studios in his junior year. He has recently finished his graduation script and is preparing to pull sponsors.

Xie Meng asked him why he didn't go to Ji Qinyang. Baby bear means that the hero hasn't arrived yet.

Zheng Ming has n’t had more contact with him since the book holding incident. The film emperor is very busy, and the world is flying around in the middle of the month. Recently, it seems that he has to cooperate with foreign directors. turn off.

Xie Meng was curious when he saw: "This is all handled by his brokerage company?"

Baby Bear refreshed the next page: "He seems to be doing it himself, but doesn't tweet much."

"I and him are interrelated." Baby Bear proudly said: "I have a little like on my Weibo."

Xie Meng saw a post by Baby Bear just saying "I ate another five bowls of rice today [picture]". There was no comment. The only praise was indeed Zheng Ming.

"..." Xie Meng: "What is the relationship between the two of you?"

Baby Bear pondered for a while: "I want him to play the actor, but I can't afford him ... What does it matter?"

Xie Mengmu said silently: "Have you mentioned it to him?"

Baby Bear said earnestly: "I'm not famous enough. When I become famous, I'll ask him."

Xie Meng looked down at him.

Baby bear: "?"

Xie Meng reached out and rubbed the top of his head, and said with a smile, "Come on."

Yangyin arrived in junior year, there are not many professional courses, but students are more busy than when there are no classes. Zhai Lin and Guo Lin'an usually don't see people in the dormitory. The latter had to be robbed, and he had to line up late. Zhai Lin was crazy about it n times, and his hot Trump was in the corridor.

"Don't make a noise." Guo Lin'an advised him: "Let's go to Yimei University?"

Zhai Lin: "You don't have to be a shame, I knew I would rent it out."

Guo Lin'an: "It's rare to go for a walk. The Qianmo band just finished their concert a few days ago, and Yimei is definitely not coming back so soon."

Zhai Lin frowned. He hesitated a bit. He reasonably said that he and Guo Lin'an would go. Ji Qinyang would certainly not refuse, but like Guo Lin'an said, the concert had just finished, Ji Qinyang was resting and he was busy. In that way, I would stay together with Xie Meng and leave more and more. At this time, I would disturb the world of two people ...

"Go and go." Guo Lin'an crossed Zhai Lin's small body: "It's all men's arrogance."

When Xie Meng went back, Ji Qinyang was still asleep. He wasn't wearing any clothes and was buried in a quilt. His hair was long, and his bangs shattered on his forehead.

Xie Meng threw the other person's clothes on the ground, picked them up, put them into the washing machine in different categories, then packed up the music room, throw away all the bags of instant coffee and beer cans, and put the unwritten scores neatly on the top, and finally When I went to the kitchen to cook porridge, mixed cucumbers, and finished everything, and returned to the room, Ji Qinyang was awake, sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, sleepy.

"Why not sleep more." Xie Meng sat down to the bed and handed the pants over.

Ji Qinyang slugged his pants, he glanced at Xie Meng: "It's rare to be alone for a long time ... it's unreasonable to sleep ..."

Xie Mengle's not good, he reached out and rubbed Ji Qinyang's hair, put on the other party socks: "wash your face and brush your teeth, I shave you, drink porridge at noon, eat meat at night."

Ji Qinyang's body hair was not luxuriant, but his jaw had also turned blue for more than half a month during the retreat. Xie Meng asked him to sit on a small chair in the bathroom, lift his head, and shave with shaving foam.

"..." Xie Meng looked down at Ji Qinyang's hand reaching into the hem of his clothes, and shook the shaver: "What are you doing."

The other man mumbled with a funny bubble in his mouth: "I'll touch it."

Xie Meng ignored him and carefully shaved his chin. The two faces were close together. Ji Qinyang suddenly rushed forward and kissed Xie Meng's lips.

"Well ..." Xie Meng's lips were covered with foam.

Ji Qinyang laughed and said, "Two husbands."

Xie Meng pressed his face and calmly said, "Don't make trouble, old man."

Shaving her chin cleanly, Ji Qinyang had to wash her hair. The whole head was full of water on Xie Meng's body. He bit his teeth and unbuttoned his shirt, licking and kissing from the abdomen to the chest.

Xie Meng was picked up and sat on the washbasin. Ji Qinyang kissed him and took out the lubricant from the drawer. He softly said, "The condom was not brought in ..."

Xie Meng's fingertips wrapped around Ji Qinyang's wet hair. He opened his legs and wrapped around the other's waist, and issued a silent invitation. .

"I'm afraid I can't help but shoot inside." Ji Qinyang stopped halfway.

"?" Xie Meng was a little annoyed: "Why stop ... continue ..."

Ji Qinyang turned him over and inserted it from the back in front of the mirror. He motioned for Xie Meng to raise his leg, and the place where the two were combined could be clearly seen in the mirror.

Xie Meng's face slowly turned red. He closed his eyes, but Ji Qinyang pinched his chin, turned his face to kiss himself.

Ji Qinyang finished shooting and did not stay in Xie Meng for a long time. He took out the semi-rigid **** device, and the lubricant mixed with **** slowly flowed out from each other's legs.

Xie Meng also shot, and he returned to God for a while while holding the washbasin, suddenly remembered: "It's over ... I'm still cooking porridge ..."

Ji Qinyang wiped him half with a towel, and Xie Meng ran to the kitchen before even wearing his pants.

Fortunately, there was too much water and the porridge was not muddy. Xie Meng heard a knock on the door for a while.

Ji Qinyang rushed out with his trousers, and bent over to cover him: "Quickly put on fast."

Xie Meng's hands were clasped, and looking down at Ji Qinyang's legs were still bare: "You leave me alone ... what about your pants?"

Ji Qinyang saw that he had dressed himself before returning to the room to get clean pants. Xie Meng just opened the door when he came out, and Zhai Lin and Guo Linan entered the living room one after the other.

"What are you doing?" Guo Lin'an visited with a big grin: "Why did it take so long to open the door?"

Zhai Lin also has more eyesight. She glanced around Xie Meng's neck and didn't dare to look at it blindly. She looked at Ji Qinyang's weak airway with her eyes, nose, and nose: "A beautiful pot, disturbed ... I I want to borrow a music room ... "

Ji Qinyang smiled. He took off the thin sweater he had just put on and covered Xie Meng's head. He wore only a vest: "One thing ... Xie Meng helped me wash my clothes."

Xie Menggang wanted to say that the piece was clean, and saw Zhai Lin making a secret gesture in the corner.

"...!" Xie Meng hurriedly covered his neck with Ji Qinyang's clothes.

Only Guo Linan's nervous envy said: "Yimei is so great, I also want someone to help me do laundry ..."

In the dark room, Zhang Gangbang washed the band photos he had taken a few days ago. He put Ji Qinyang and Xie Meng on his side aside, and put the rest in a clip to dry.

He didn't take many photos, but there were almost no wastes. From the immaturity to maturity of the technology at the beginning, every one can see the intention and progress.

Sister Xue called him outside the dark room, and Zhang Bang gave a sound.

"We are going to be a senior year soon, what plans do you have." Xuejie turned over those photos washed out before Zhang Gangbang. The school has its own photo contest. Zhang Gangbang can win the top several places almost every time he participates.

"I haven't figured it out yet." Zhang Lianban smiled stupidly: "Is there any recommendation for Xuejie?"

Sister Xue: "How many practice books do I have? How about you?"

Zhang Leng took it over and saw at the top a report on the practice of journalists in the field.

"This ..." He pointed to the title.

Sister Xue came together: "Ah, this is quite hot recently ... but the response is actually not too much, after all, it is too dangerous, you want to see something else."

Zhang Bar didn't speak, he put a few practice books in his bag, and thanked the sister with a smile.

Rourou's QQ is online all the year round, and when he went back, he left a message: "Are you there?" The other party didn't reply immediately, and he did his own thing for a while.

The laptop that I bought for my freshman year has been used till now. There is a folder named “Rourou My Love” in drive C, which contains screenshots of tens of thousands of chat records of two people, including the earliest high school mobile phone guide. Those text messages.

Although the boys may not be very successful in doing so, they will habitually look at these familiar and unfamiliar things every time they encounter something.

"I'm here." Rourou shook his window. "Wasn't you going to wash the photos? Why are you back?"

Zhang Gang closed the folder, and he couldn't help smiling as he looked at the chat dialog.

"Have you been busy lately?" Zhang Gang typed. "Can you come out and play?"

Rourou: "Sorry ... I'm busy preparing for an internship recently."

Zhang Gang rested his hand on the keyboard, and he was silent for a while before he started typing: "When can I meet?"

Rourou: "Graduate ... I want to see you too, I miss you so much."

Zhang Bang pursed his lips, and the faint light of the computer screen reflected his expression. He typed a lot, but deleted it, and only issued a sentence: "Okay."