At 50:00 on the first day of the first month, Lin Xiucheng, as usual, lit incense in the first old building built by his grandfather in Chinatown. Will Chen Xing be close to these things, shut Chen Xing at home, and tell Chen Xing to sleep first, and he will go back after lighting the incense.

Lin Xiucheng explained the matter and sealed red envelopes to all his subordinates. It was already three o'clock downstairs in the house. He lowered the car window, lit a cigarette, and wanted to wake up and go upstairs.

The elevator door not far away opened, and Chen Xing came out.

He didn't get in the car, he stood beside the driver's seat, bent down on Lin Xiucheng's car window, smoked the cigarette from Lin Xiucheng's hand, took a puff, and said in disgust, "Foreign cigarettes."

Lin Xiucheng was amused by his young and mature appearance: "What kind of cigarette does Young Master Chen want to smoke, Yellow Crane Tower or Ninety-five Supreme?"

Chen Xing shoved the Marlboro back into Lin Xiucheng's hands, went around the front of the car, got into the passenger car, and said, "In the earliest days, I smoked a box of 7 yuan and 51 red double happiness in the canteen."

"What happened later?" Lin Xiucheng asked.

"Later," Chen Xing smiled at him very cutely, "then the daughter of the commissary owner liked me, and she had to make me buy Double Happiness that doesn't cost any money."

"..."

"I will come to the UK later, and I don't have a lot of opportunities to smoke," Chen Xing reached out and fiddled with the air-conditioning vent, and added, "If... I hadn't come out of the orphanage, and now I'm flying leaves in the toilets of the disco in Qingcheng. Not sure."

"You won't." Lin Xiucheng said firmly.

"Gu Qing told me today that you bought the photo he took of me last time," Chen Xing laughed at him, "Are you sick?"

Lin Xiucheng was a little embarrassed and explained calmly: "I didn't buy it, I just told him not to let it go. You have a special status, and it's not good for your personal safety to go outside."

Chen Xing nodded along with him, pursed his lips and smiled, completely different from usual quietness.

Abnormal is a demon, and Lin Xiucheng foresees that Chen Xing is going to give him a problem.

"I'm reading a magazine today," Chen Xing suddenly leaned over, his face pointed away from Lin Xiucheng, "The one you put on the coffee table saw the lake area."

Lin Xiucheng refused to accept Chen Xing's glittering eyes, Chen Xing didn't care, he leaned closer and put his face on Lin Xiucheng's shoulder: "Lake District, Dad! It's been two days, and you haven't taken me away!"

Such absurd thought should be stifled in the cradle, what a stupid thing to do.

So Lin Xiucheng went upstairs to make up for four hours of sleep, and got on the high-speed train to Windermere with Chen Xing.

Breathing in the cold air of the lake area, Chen Xing was wrapped in long down and jumping around, his bright black eyes hidden behind the exhaled white air.

He is now a little below Lin Xiucheng's eyes, seven or eight centimeters since he arrived in London a year ago, he is close to Lin Xiucheng, pretending to be cold.

"Where are we going now?" he asked. "Have you been to the Lake District? With whom?"

Lin Xiucheng came to the Lake District for camping at high school, and hid in a tent with his little girlfriend at the time. Out of many detailed and comprehensive considerations, he chose the first question to answer: "Go to the hotel first."

The two went out and called a car, and Chen Xing reported the name of the hotel.

Lin Xiucheng felt that he was really stupid, being toyed with by a seventeen-year-old child. When Chen Xing went downstairs in the early morning, everything was ordered, just waiting for him to take the bait.

The hotel is by the lake, a private hotel, lake view, big bed room.

Lin Xiucheng stood beside the full-length mirror with a half-smiling smile, looking at Chen Xing who had thrown his coat on the sofa chair. Chen Xing was wearing only a light gray sweater, showing half of his collarbone.

Chen Xing turned his head and asked him harmlessly: "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Xiucheng shook his head, but he wanted to see what Chen Xing had come up with.

After putting things away, they went for a walk nearby. Chen Xing took a few photos and sent them to Gu Qing, asking him to rate them.

Aggrieved, Chen Xing showed the photo to Lin Xiucheng and asked, "What's wrong with what I took?"

Lin Xiucheng clapped the table with a smile: "Baby, you're out of focus!"

There is also a very bizarre close-up of Chen Xing's so-called owl, which is called a large piece of dead branches covering four-fifths of the screen of the lake.

Chen Xing saw that Lin Xiucheng also laughed at him, and angrily took his mobile phone and went to take pictures elsewhere.

In the evening, the two returned to the hotel and ate the dinner made by the owner. Chen Xing had enough to eat. He was teasing the dog by the lake in the backyard. He was still wearing clothes, playing with his coat, and jumping on the dry grass with the dog in his sweater. It wasn't long before Lin Xiucheng took him back.

When it was time to go to bed, Lin Xiucheng sat on the side of the bed, and Chen Xing sat on the other side of the bed in a regular manner, said good night to each other, lifted the quilt and lay in.

After being silent for an unknown time, one hand climbed onto Lin Xiucheng's arm. Chen Xing's fingers were a little cold, not as soft and smooth as a woman's, but Chen Xing's unique coldness.

Lin Xiucheng didn't fall asleep, he opened his eyes slightly under the dim light of the night light, and waited for Chen Xing's next move. on his back.

The hand on Lin Xiucheng's arm slid down and fell into the gap in his bathrobe, touching the muscles of his lower abdomen as if it were nothing. Lin Xiucheng endured it for a while, and Chen Xing went deeper and deeper. He couldn't bear it any longer. He reached out and grabbed Chen Xing's hand. He turned around, turned on the bedside lamp, and pinched Chen Xing's chin to ask him to look at him.

"Are you still asleep?" Lin Xiucheng asked with a stern face.

Chen Xing rolled his eyes, but didn't look at him.

Lin Xiucheng wanted to teach him a lesson, but Chen Xing pushed him onto the bed. Chen Xing straddled his legs and sat on Lin Xiucheng.

"I don't think I'll do something, I'm sorry you didn't sleep so late," Chen Xing said.