love you slowly

Chapter 41

"Yo, are you back?"

Meng Huaicheng has recently become obsessed with cross talk. During this period of time, he searched Deyun Club on TV every day, laughing like a rooster crowing every time, which made Meng Annan dare not leave his side easily, for fear that if he was not careful, he would laugh badly. up.

Now, seeing the two people who came in from the door like Siamese twins, they only took a quick glance, and immediately returned to the TV.

"What are you going to do for lunch? I'm waiting to eat." Meng Annan put the cake in the refrigerator, turned around and stood behind Meng Huaicheng, leaned over with his hands on the back of the sofa, and said.

Meng Huaicheng swept his hands back, drove the people away, waved, and led Lu Zhiyuan to sit beside him: "What would Zhiyuan want to eat at noon, just tell me, I'll make it."

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at Meng Annan, who gave him a helpless look, he couldn't help but smiled, pointed to Meng Annan behind him and said, "I'll eat what he wants."

"Hey!" Meng Huaicheng turned his head and looked at the two boys. He was suddenly sore, and one of them knocked on the head. He was very irritated: "Let's go, go into the room, what do you want, who cares? Why haven't you talked about love yet?"

Meng Annan snorted Lu Zhiyuan's head, raised his head, and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go back to the room. He doesn't like to look at us. He just likes to look at Guo Degang."

"Hey! You little bastard!" Meng Huaicheng lifted the pillow and swung it backwards. Meng Annan quickly pulled Lu Zhiyuan and ran into the room, leaving behind the sound of the door closing with a "bang".

After driving away the idlers and others, Meng Huai listened to the cross talk without distraction. After a while, the familiar sound of a rooster crowing sounded again.

In the room, Lu Zhiyuan sat on the bed, put his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and looked up at Meng Annan slightly.

After a while, Meng Annan didn't speak, and walked straight towards Lu Zhiyuan, bent over, put his hands on both sides of his legs, lowered his head and kissed Lu Zhiyuan thinly.

The wind came in through the window, flapping the curtains up and down, seemingly out of fun, but became more presumptuous, blowing and messing up the hair of the two of them.

The messy strands of hair teased each other's eyes, and the eyelids trembled slightly because of the numb itching. The breath blowing the messy strands of hair opened and gathered again, and the cycle went on and on for a long time.

Lu Zhiyuan's hands propped on the bed had grasped Meng Annan's skirt at some point, disturbed by the hair covering his eyes, he had to squint his eyes, he looked at Meng Annan in front of him for a while, and pushed him away.

Meng Annan stopped his movements, but still pressed his lips to Lu Zhiyuan's.

"Huh?" He blinked, confused.

Lu Zhiyuan's eyes were bent, showing a smile: "I need to take a breath."

As if imitating the example, Meng Annan's eyes were also bent, he moved his head a little, looked at him sideways, and said teasingly: "Lung capacity is not very good."

"Virtue." Lu Zhiyuan glanced at him, fell back and lay on the bed.

Lu Zhiyuan's side of the bed was sunken, and Meng Annan followed him to lie down.

"Can I borrow you tonight?" Lu Zhiyuan turned his head to ask Meng Annan.

"Ask my dad." Meng Annan turned over and looked at him.

"Okay," Lu Zhiyuan smiled, "I'll ask him to borrow my son in a while."

"Hey?" Meng Annan pinched Lu Zhiyuan's nose and raised his eyebrows: "Be clear, whose son is it? Don't take advantage of me for nothing."

Lu Zhiyuan held Meng Annan's wrist, and smiled narrowly: "How can I take advantage of you, we can't get the relationship wrong."

Meng Annan looked at him amusedly: "Then why are you talking about our relationship?"

"Hmm..." Lu Zhiyuan rolled his eyes and thought for a while, moved to Meng Annan's side again, turned over and pressed on him in a large font, and said with a smile: "There is a quarrel at the head of the bed and the relationship between the end of the bed."

The two were talking, and Meng Huaicheng knocked on the door outside: "The two ancestors come out to help, just eat and don't help, how can there be so many good things!"

Lu Zhiyuan and Meng Annan looked at each other, got up and said in unison, "Come on!"

"Zhiyuan washes rice and cooks." Meng Huaicheng turned the wheelchair and pointed to the rice cooker at Lu Zhiyuan, and then pointed at Meng Annan: "You, chop the vegetables."

After assigning the task, he turned the wheelchair flexibly and returned to the TV, "Call me when you are done, I will be in charge of cooking."

The two people who were clearly arranged looked at each other, and turned their heads to look at Meng Huaicheng who was shaking his shoulders and laughing at the TV. They sighed, gave each other a high-five, and turned around to complete their tasks.

The rice is steamed, the vegetables are cut, and the chef is on the stage.

Meng Huaicheng turned into the kitchen and nodded in satisfaction when he saw the onion, ginger, and garlic neatly arranged on the countertop.

After being put on a special high chair, he picked up the spatula and was ready to show his talents.

"Go out and wait, don't affect my performance, just wait and eat now."

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at Meng Annan, as if he still wanted to stay and help.

Meng Annan smiled, and pushed Lu Zhiyuan out: "Listen to him, we just wait."

In fact, the two of them were also leaning against the door of the kitchen in the end. Meng Huaicheng made a dish, and the two of them served it out like hardworking bees.

When the five dishes and one soup were put on the table, Meng Huaicheng slowly slid out of the kitchen turning his wheelchair like a retired general.

Meng Annan glanced at it, and couldn't help laughing: "Dad, don't add drama to yourself, hurry up and eat."

Lu Zhiyuan was full of rice, set the bowls and chopsticks, pushed Meng Huaicheng to the table and sat down, "Let's eat!"

After the three sat down, Meng Huaicheng poured a small cup of wine for himself first, and then poured the bottom of a cup for his two sons.

"We're all grown-ups, we can drink some wine."

Meng Annan shook the white wine in his glass and said to his father, "It's not like I haven't drunk it before."

He glanced at Lu Zhiyuan who was smelling it and said, "He's never drunk, what should he do if he's drunk?"

Lu Zhiyuan smelled it for a long time but didn't find out why, when he heard this, he looked up at them and said: "It's okay, I can drink."

Meng Huaicheng raised his glass with a smile: "Then let the three of us meet?"

Meng Annan glanced at his father and then at Lu Zhiyuan, shook his head helplessly, and raised his glass accordingly.

Lu Zhiyuan was quite happy, he raised his glass and clinked one, and he felt bored when he raised his head.

"Hey." Meng Annan couldn't stop him, seeing his eyebrows and eyes wrinkled together from the hot spots.

"That's how you drink white wine. You sip slowly one sip at a time. You think you're drinking beer!"

Lu Zhiyuan kept clearing his throat. He felt that what he was drinking was not wine but ignited alcohol. Now his throat pipe seemed to be stained with clusters of small flames, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Hurry up and drink some water."

Lu Zhiyuan took the water from Meng Annan's hand and drank it down, the burning sensation in his throat finally subsided.

As soon as he put down the cup, Lu Zhiyuan looked up and saw Meng Annan and Meng Huaicheng staring at him without blinking, as if they were observing some experimental changes.

"What are you looking at me for? Is there something on my face?" Lu Zhiyuan touched his face and looked at them with a puzzled expression.

"No," Meng Annan shook his head, "I just want to see if you're up there."

Lu Zhiyuan shook his head, blinked his eyes, and felt that his eyes were clear and his mind was sober, and he didn't have the strange feeling of being a drunkard who declared his family.

Meng Huaicheng laughed and patted Lu Zhiyuan's shoulder: "It's not bad, you can drink."

Lu Zhiyuan himself didn't seem to expect it, and raised his head at Meng Annan who was beside him, as if he was extremely proud.

But Meng Annan seemed to have seen something long ago, and didn't take Lu Zhiyuan's embarrassment seriously.

And wait, it's not that it won't come, it's just that the time hasn't come yet.

Sure enough, when Meng Annan finished packing the dishes and came out of the kitchen, he saw Lu Zhiyuan leaning on the sofa, his face flushed, as if he had stolen someone's blush and applied it to his face.

"Dad." Meng Annan nodded his chin, motioning him to look, "Don't be drunk."

"Then help me into the room and sleep for a while."

Just as Meng Annan walked in front of Lu Zhiyuan, he still hadn't stood still. Lu Zhiyuan, who was tilting his head, suddenly turned his head, his slack eyes suddenly brightened, and stared at Meng Annan for a moment, grabbed his wrist, and walked back. a tug.

"Hey." Meng Annan was pulled unexpectedly, and immediately fell on Lu Zhiyuan's body. He struggled to stand up, but Lu Zhiyuan hugged him tightly like an octopus.

Meng Huai couldn't see the imaging, and was about to slide his wheelchair back to his room, after all, there was no place for him here.

At this moment Lu Zhiyuan suddenly stopped him: "Uncle Meng."

Meng Huaicheng was stunned, then turned his head to look in front of Lu Zhiyuan: "What's wrong, Zhiyuan?"

Lu Zhiyuan put his head on Meng Annan's shoulder, tilted his head to look at Meng Huaicheng: "Let me discuss something with you, can I borrow Meng Annan?"

Meng Huaicheng was stunned, and glanced at Meng Annan who was trying to turn his head away, a little dumbfounded: "What if I don't let you borrow it?"

"Huh?" Lu Zhiyuan rolled his eyes with difficulty, stretched his head forward, and leaned in front of Meng Huaicheng with difficulty: "Then I'll steal him away, hmph."

"Okay, okay," Meng Huaicheng smiled uncontrollably, "I've given it to you, I've given it to you."

"Really?" Lu Zhiyuan's eyes lit up in a flash, like two big light bulbs that could blind the eyes.

Meng Huaicheng nodded vigorously, and the son who sent him away poured out the water, then slid the wheelchair into the room without looking back, leaving behind a back view that belonged exclusively to the old father.

Lu Zhiyuan patted Meng Annan's head reassuringly, and said in a gentle tone like coaxing a child: "It's okay, I will treat you well, I will give you everything that is delicious, and I will give you everything that is fun."

Meng Annan's personal freedom was restricted, and he was given away by his old father, and now he was forced to pat his head, which is really hard to say.

"Zhiyuan, let me go first, okay?" The drunk Lu Zhiyuan was a little difficult to communicate, and he had a headache.

Lu Zhiyuan seemed to think about it, but he didn't seem to understand: "Not good."

Meng Annan was silent for a while, as if trying to persuade Lu Zhiyuan, after a while, he said, "Don't you still want to show me the gift, and if my father wakes up later, if he regrets it, he won't give it to me. You, then we can't see it as a gift."

Lu Zhiyuan thought about it for a while, it seemed that there was such a reason, and he finally let him go.

Just as Meng Annan had a chance to catch his breath, suddenly Lu Zhiyuan stood up and grabbed his wrist and walked out: "Come on, let's elope."

Meng Annan couldn't laugh or cry, he was forcibly dragged away and there was no room to resist, because as soon as he struggled, Lu Zhiyuan would stare at you anxiously.

Lu Zhiyuan is like a runaway wild horse right now, with only one thought in his mind: run!run!

No matter how strong Meng Annan's physical strength was, he couldn't fight a drunkard, so for the sake of the city's appearance and social safety, he quickly called a taxi and stuffed the dangerous people into it.

After returning to the place where Lu Zhiyuan used to live, he was like a frightened bird, not allowed to touch this, nor to touch that.

Meng Annan was forcibly pressed on the sofa and could not move a step.

Lu Zhiyuan rummaged around in the TV cabinet for a while, and found a hair tie, it must be fucking.

He covered Meng Annan's eyes with his hair, and he was not allowed to take it off.

"Why am I wearing this?" Meng Annan touched the hair band over his eyes, feeling a little confused.

"I'm afraid you'll take a peek." Lu Zhiyuan straddled Meng Annan's lap, grabbed his wrist and pressed him on the sofa.

Meng Annan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he groped and grabbed Lu Zhiyuan's face, "I won't peek, can you pick it off for me?"

Lu Zhiyuan remained unmoved.

Nor did he expect to be able to reason with the little drunk, so Meng Annan sighed and let him go.

Lu Zhiyuan took Meng Annan by the hand and led him to his room, where he placed him on the bed.

Meng Annan was blindfolded and couldn't see anything, only heard Lu Zhiyuan seemed to be moving something, and the sound of the cloth shaking.

"Okay," Lu Zhiyuan said, "take off the hair tie."

Meng Annan tore off the hair tie, and the picture in front of him hit his eyes, and he was stunned.

In front of him was a huge painting. The content of the painting was the scene when they set off Kongming lanterns on the river beach that day. The strokes of the outline made Meng Annan feel that the scene at that time was flashing at this moment.

Meng Annan looked at the eight characters on the Kongming Lantern, and he understood that it was Lu Zhiyuan's expectation for their future.

Although he has always believed that actions are more important than promises, but this time he is willing to make this wish——

The road in life is far and changeable, and the future is unknown, and the changes are unknown. As long as you and I are still here, the future will be long.

Meng Annan seemed to be blinded by the lights in the painting. He stood up abruptly and strode to Lu Zhiyuan who was standing beside the painting. He hugged him tightly and tightened his arms again and again, as if to Crowded into flesh and blood, integrated with oneself, no longer separated.

"Happy birthday, my boyfriend." Lu Zhiyuan gently stroked Meng Annan's back, with a gentle smile in his words.

"Thank you." Meng Annan buried his head in Lu Zhiyuan's neck, his voice choked.

"You're so moved that you're about to cry?" Lu Zhiyuan pushed Meng Annan away, put his thumbs on the corners of his eyes, and wiped away the wet tears.

"I still have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" Meng Annan asked.

Lu Zhiyuan just looked at him with a smile, and walked forward step by step. Meng Annan, who was approaching, stepped back, reached the edge of the bed, and finally accidentally fell on the bed.

Lu Zhiyuan straddled Meng Annan's waist, leaned on Meng Annan's body, leaned to his lips and kissed him, and said, "There is another surprise that is me."

Meng Annan stared blankly at Lu Zhiyuan, who was smiling like a flower, for a while, he still couldn't understand the original meaning of the sentence, until Lu Zhiyuan took off his shirt and then came to take off his. Waking up from the chaos.

"Wait," Meng Annan stopped Lu Zhiyuan from moving, "Do you know what you're doing?"

After all, Lu Zhiyuan was drunk, some things might not be out of intention, Meng Annan was afraid that he was drunk and messed up.

But Lu Zhiyuan suddenly smiled, he turned his body sideways, and took out two things from the bedside table next to him.

Meng Annan was completely dumbfounded this time, his pretended composure was like a collapsing ant nest, broken into an army.

Lu Zhiyuan shook the things in his hand, smiling slyly.

This is not a whim, but a long-planned plan.

Meng Annan was a little flustered, to be precise, he was a little flustered, very flustered.

However, the drunk Lu Zhiyuan didn't know how to write the word shy, let alone the saying that there is still reserve in the world. Now his mind is full of one thing: go to bed!

Seeing Lu Zhiyuan stripping off his pants, Meng Annan was at a loss for what to do. Although they had done many intimate things between them, the things to do now were obviously not that simple.

Lu Zhiyuan stripped himself naked, and when he looked down and saw Meng Annan, who had a troubled expression on his face, he was a little unhappy: "You don't want to fuck me!?"

"No, no," Meng Annan raised his eyes and saw Lu Zhiyuan whose expression had changed a few times, and immediately panicked, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Lu Zhiyuan smiled, "Take your time, we are not in a hurry."

Suddenly he looked at Meng Annan maliciously: "Or are you saying you can't do it?"

"Tsk," Meng Annan twisted Lu Zhiyuan's ear, "Have you really thought about it? Actually, I'm already very happy, so there's no need for this."

Lu Zhiyuan didn't think so much, it was all because he wanted to.

He looked at Meng Annan and said, "I'll just ask you, do you want to?"

Meng Annan was silent for two seconds, and said, "I want to!"

"Then come on, why do you think so much?"

Meng Annan looked at Lu Zhiyuan who had been watching him all the time, and said, "Come on, I'll fuck you."

Lu Zhiyuan touched his chin, as if he was thinking about it. Suddenly he touched Meng Annan's face and said with a smile, "You come, I'll do it next time."

Meng Annan looked at Lu Zhiyuan who only knew to smile at him in silence, as if he had also been infected.

"Okay." Meng Annan's eyes were extremely bright, reflecting Lu Zhiyuan's bright smile.

The afternoon sun was still strong, and the heavy curtains completely blocked the dazzling light, leaving the room in darkness, with occasional whispers coming.

"I came in?" Meng Annan's voice was a little hoarse.

Lu Zhiyuan took a breath, as if he was enduring something, and after a while he said: "Come on."

after awhile......

"Fuck!" Lu Zhiyuan cried out in pain.

Meng Annan stopped immediately, looking anxiously at Lu Zhiyuan's expression: "It hurts, right? Let's forget it!"

Lu Zhiyuan's face and shoulders were covered with sweat, he looked up at Meng Annan, who was also dripping with sweat, and knew that the two of them must be having a hard time right now, but it was impossible to let it go.

He took a breath and tried to relax himself: "Come in directly, don't stop!"

"But!" Meng Ananka was really uncomfortable there, but seeing Lu Zhiyuan's expression of enduring the pain, he couldn't go on.

Lu Zhiyuan wiped the sweat off Meng Annan's cheeks, touched his face and said, "Listen to me, okay?"

Meng Annan hesitated for a moment, but nodded, and stood up to get in.

The heavy curtains blocked the hustle and bustle of traffic outside, and also prevented the beauty of the room from leaking out. Even the frequent sunlight was blocked mercilessly, so as not to disturb the springtime in the room.

.........

Meng Annan opened half of the curtains to brighten the room, and opened the windows a little to dispel the blushing smell.

Lu Zhiyuan lay on the bed, half-closed his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

"Go take a shower?" Meng Annan walked over and touched his sweat-drenched face.

"En." Lu Zhiyuan stood up and wanted to get up, but fell back the next second, "My waist is broken!"

Meng Annan laughed, and was also a little worried. He pressed Lu Zhiyuan's lower back, and checked the bottom. He found that there was only some redness and swelling, and there was no other problem, so he was a little relieved.

"I'll take you to take a bath first. Do you have any medicine for you? I'll give you some medicine later, and I'll squeeze your waist again."

Lu Zhiyuan stretched out his hands and let Meng Annan hug him horizontally. He leaned his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He said casually, "There is medicine. It's in the cabinet. Wash it quickly. I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

After taking a bath, Lu Zhiyuan was lying on the bed, Meng Annan had applied the medicine for him, and right now he was pinching his waist moderately.

Lu Zhiyuan is like a lazy cat, squinting his eyes to rest his mind.

"Are you satisfied with my surprise?" Lu Zhiyuan turned his head and squinted at him.

"Satisfied." Meng Annan's brows and eyes were full of smiles, "Very satisfied."

Lu Zhiyuan's smiling eyes crooked: "That must be done!"

When he closed his eyes again and was about to sleep, Meng Annan suddenly said, "We will always be together."

Lu Zhiyuan closed his eyes and smiled, moved his hand back, touched Meng Annan's face with ease, and caressed it a few times indiscriminately, with a doting smile in his words: "I know, I always knew."

Meng Annan hummed, lowered his head and pinched Lu Zhiyuan's waist wholeheartedly, as if even the big things were not as important as this one.

Only Sunshine, who was allowed to enter the room, could clearly see the overwhelming affection in Meng Annan's downcast eyes.