The Ultimate Blue Seal

When Su Qing got up the next day, the walking posture was a bit awkward for some unsuspecting reasons.

Hu Bugui watched in silence for a while, and when he put his hands into the sleeves of his shirt and frowned slightly because of this twist, he crawled over with infinite guilt, and carefully closed his shirt. , Try to focus on the clothes, don't look at any indecent, button his buttons.

Su Qing sat there honestly, stretched out his arms to let him play around.

Hu Bugui actually wanted to be restrained every time, and didn't want to put a great burden on Su Qing's body, but every time he was slapped by an unappreciative bastard.

In fact, Su Qing was behaved most of the time. For such a long time, Hu Bugui felt that Su Qing seemed to be "Mao Shun coming over". He would only express his views on important issues while working. The usual trivial things are basically just what they say.

Don’t let smoking, try to endure as much as you can. If you can’t help it, you’ll smoke sneakily, even when you sleep, you’re not allowed to stay up late, you’re not allowed to just take capsules without meals, just tell him how much you need to eat at each meal. , I wrinkled my nose helplessly if I didn't want to, and did so without saying a word.

Except for being disobedient in bed-he doesn't seem to like Hu Bugui's self-abuse restraint anytime and anywhere.

It turned out that a person who was able to act so smoothly, suddenly became so smooth. Sometimes when I think of it, Hu Bugui is not accustomed to it. He always feels shocked and frightened that this is the tranquility before the outbreak. I am afraid that he is so smooth. Suddenly poke a big basket out.

Helped him button up his clothes, Hu Bugui realized that his expression still seemed a little confused, so he put his arms around Su Qing's neck, kissed him lightly on his forehead, and pushed his shoulder: "Go and wash your face."-Hu No return found that when someone kissed his forehead, Su Qing would involuntarily close his eyes. If the atmosphere was good, he would basically agree to whatever he said to him at this time.

Su Qing obediently went to wash her face, and Hu Bugui thought for a while before leaving the room and went downstairs.

It was still early, and only Ji Pengcheng was downstairs, slowly holding a bowl of soy milk to drink, and Hu Bugui sat down opposite him. Ji Pengcheng glanced at him with a slight scrutiny, and asked, "That little Su Qing Where's the bastard?"

"Come down in a while." Hu Bugui probably knew the relationship between Ji Pengcheng and Su Qing, and looked at this old guy who could turn a deceiver into a kind of art with a little curiosity.

When Ji Pengcheng heard this, he squinted his eyes and smiled meaningfully: "It's strange, when I knew that little boy, he woke up earlier than a chicken every day, and he would come out to harm him if he didn't get up all day."

Hu Bugui felt that he seemed to have something to say, so he continued: "He is not sleeping well. If he can sleep for a while, let him sleep for a while."

Then he frowned and stared at the corner of the table for a moment, as if he was a little bit hesitant to speak. Old God Ji Pengcheng looked at him: "What are you doing, what do you want to say?"

Hu Bugui was not very talkative at first, and he felt that he was a little okay. When asked by Ji Pengcheng, he was taken aback for a while, let alone what to say.

Ji Pengcheng held the soy milk to block his mouth, but couldn't stop the smile lines exposed at the corners of his bent eyes, which made his eyes look particularly bright, shining like a thief.

"That little bastard, really a bastard, timid." Ji Pengcheng said.

Hu Bugui was stunned and looked at him with some incomprehension, wondering why Su Qing could be timid?

Ji Pengcheng paused, and then went on to say: "This person, after going through a hurdle, he will have an extra heart. He has seen the worst things and has suffered sins that others have not suffered, so he is willing to think twice about everything. What... utopian, didn’t he use him as a carrier to absorb other people’s emotions back then? He has survived, and now he is not crazy or stupid. He looks like a good person, but he has left such a problem with the roots of all things. ."

Hu Bugui couldn't bear to miss a single word: "What is... to the bottom of it?"

"When people encounter problems, most of them just matter, he can't. He has to understand the ins and outs of the matter before he can rest assured." Ji Pengcheng picked up a fried dough stick, missing a front tooth, a bit of air leakage, and eating. At that time, I unconsciously moved to the side to avoid the front teeth, always like a cheek, chewed slowly, and then continued, "But although some things did not happen in a vacuum, although there are reasons for it, you are not alone. You can figure it out by thinking hard by yourself. He can't see through this."

Hu Bugui frowned and pondered his words.

Ji Pengcheng glanced at him and said, "For example, didn't you have **** with this stupid boy? He is confused just because of this."

Hu Bugui's heart moved: "What is he confused about?"

"The better you treat him, the more confused he will be." Ji Pengcheng said sharply, "You have a crush on someone, want to spend time with him, and want to be nice to him, why? No one can tell this kind of thing, but as long as Make sure everyone is sincere, and no one will be okay. They have their own loves for vegetables and radishes. I just love potatoes, and there is no law that does not allow it. If it was placed a few years ago, he would not want these things, either. He would take it for granted like a normal person, but now he is timid and afraid."

"You are good to him, and he can't think of why, so he stubbornly feels that he owes you. He doesn't know what to pay back, so he is at a loss and feels that there is nothing to pay back. I’ll like him again, so I’m probably still a little trembling.” Ji Pengcheng smiled, “You see that he has become complicated over the years, and he doesn’t show anything on his face, and he doesn’t have a word of truth in his mouth, but it’s actually simple. In his heart, Everything is a thread."

"Because of this, so that." Ji Pengcheng finally sighed with emotion, and made such a summary of Su Qing's entire life path with great refinement.

Then there was the sound of footsteps upstairs, and Hu Bugui raised his head, and found that Su Qing didn’t know how to do it. He “lost” one of his legs. He didn’t know what technique it was. A pair of trousers looked empty, and the trouser legs were exposed. A small piece of wood, limping down, just concealed his awkward posture in the morning.

He walked down limpingly, carrying a small box in one hand, which contained his jumbled props, and carrying a wig and fake beard in the other hand. He noticed Hu Bugui’s gaze and immediately hit. The report explained in the same way: "Oh, I will go out and buy some newspapers, and follow up on the current situation-the old base has been making a lot of noise, and we have not had time to know Zheng Qinghua's reaction."

Ji Pengcheng secretly winked at Hu Bugui, clearly saying, "Look at what I said."

Hu Bugui felt as if he was soaked in salt water in his heart, dangling, unspeakably sour.

Ji Pengcheng pretended to think of something suddenly, "Ah", and said pretendingly: "Yes, yesterday that kid with glasses stayed all night in front of the female corpse. I'll take a look and give it to that The young man gets something to eat, talk about it, haha, talk about it."

Su Qing glanced at him suspiciously, even though he felt that the old liar was wicked every day, but I don't know why, I think he seems to be a bit more wicked today.

Until he sat down and found that Hu Bugui was still staring at him without blinking, he couldn't help but reached out his hand and wiped his face, and found that there was nothing on it, so he asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"

Hu Bugui hesitated for a moment, and suddenly he held Su Qing's hand on the table. He grasped it very tightly—some of them were too tight. Su Qing couldn’t help but struggle. Hu Bugui said, “I don’t know. How can I tell you."

Su Qing still looked like he couldn't find Bei at all. Hu Bugui felt that those feelings were stuck in his chest, but he just didn't have the ability to transform them into a language that humans could understand and communicate.

He was educated since he was a child to "talk less and do more." When he grew up, he joined the army again. He has always been habitually excellent. After a long time, he felt that it was okay if he didn't speak well, but now he suddenly envied Su Qingna. Zhang Neng called the dead alive.

He thought for a long time and didn't know how to express it. He looked like a child named by the teacher who didn't know how to answer the question. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he got, so he couldn't help but press Su Qing's hand on his chest.

Su Qing was taken aback and looked at him with eyes that were not small. There was a slightly anxious heartbeat from the fingers stuck to Hu Bugui's chest, which made people feel as if there was some kind of unspeakable anxiety and emotion hidden there.

Su Qing's gaze slowly fell on the entangled fingers of the two people. After an unknown period of time, Hu Bugui asked in a low voice, "Have you heard?"

Su Qing nodded.

Hu Bugui looked straight into his eyes: "Then you...understand?"

Su Qing hesitated this time.

Hu Bugui slowly took his hand from his heart, held his hands in a ball, and placed them in his palms. The high temperature of his palms spread along the skin.

"Don't be afraid." He said softly, a little stiff, but unspeakably gentle. For a moment, he almost reverently bowed his head and kissed the back of Su Qing's hand, repeating it again, "Don't be afraid."