blogombal Chapter 19 Are You a Dog?
Chapter 19 Are You a Dog?
The waiter cleared away the leftovers from the table.
Wei Jun and Pei Feng went to the mall to buy clothes and digest food, otherwise they might throw up if they rushed to the racecourse.
There is a shopping mall [-] meters away from the hotel, not many people.
Pei Feng glanced at the person who didn't belong, and the other person became preoccupied after asking the question about Cong.
"How about this?" Pei Feng called out, recalling Wei Jun's distraction.
Wei Jun glanced at the clothes in the opponent's hand, and nodded absently: "Very good."
Pei Feng handed him the clothes: "Go and change."
Wei Jun hugged the thrown clothes in a daze, and after a while of reaction, he realized that he had entered the changing room.
In the narrow space, Wei Jun looked at himself in the full-length mirror. He smiled imperceptibly. What was he thinking? It was different from the scene in his dream. He should have expected it a long time ago. Doesn't the hesitation just feel like a dream?
But dreams aside, what Pei Feng did in reality, if he hadn't made a fuss, might indeed be separated in the future.
Even after making a fuss, it is only to confirm that the other party doesn't like it, he can't have extra expectations, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, don't delay anyone.
Wei Jun leaned in front of the mirror, thinking about his dream seriously.
After such a long time, he has actually forgotten most of them, and only remembers the impressive pictures clearly.
For example, the neglect of the birthday, Pei Feng of the wisteria railing.
In the dream, before parting, his last effort was for the other party to get up and leave indifferently. He was sitting in a restaurant with a simple style, and the refracted light blurred his reflection.
He clearly remembered that the side dishes on the table also included today's roasted shallot root.
When Pei Feng saw it for the first time, he frowned and didn't move his chopsticks once.
It is completely different from the performance not long ago.
Wei Jun rubbed his flushed forehead and began to change his clothes. Pei Feng's overcoat was too big for his figure, if he hadn't had a choice, he wouldn't have worn it at all.
To understand that a dream is a dream, he also has to deal with the current real life.
His dream was probably a demonstration based on his understanding of Pei Feng.
The results that his subconscious mind thinks are brutally displayed.
Although it is an illusory deduction, but the birthday negligence is true, but the onion is fake, so the suspected derailment is...
Is it a virtual condition for him to make up his mind, or is he deducing the correct future?
Wei Jun shook his head to get rid of the guesses in his mind. Although he was influenced by the dream at first, he finally gave up after he understood the reality of Pei Feng's feelings and the behavior of the other party. The dream just made him shake. .
Cheating or not, his assumptions are meaningless until the reality does not happen.
What's more, he won't give up his plan to divorce just because he knows that the dream is a dream, so if the other party cheats or not, as long as he gets divorced, it doesn't matter to him.
The door to the changing room opened.
Wei Jun put on his complete clothes and trousers, walked up to Pei Feng who was waiting, and said with a big smile, "How is it? Does it look good?"
Pei Feng scanned it up and down: "Not bad."
Wei Jun looked at the clothes in his hands: "Do you want to change?"
"Yes." Pei Feng.
Wei Jun thought that he would not be able to manage a set of clothes for a few months, so he took the clothes honestly.
After trying for almost two hours, it was even more tiring than him exercising, and finally made it to the end.
Going to the racecourse in the afternoon, Wei Jun didn't plan to go in pajama pants, but temporarily changed into the newly bought pants and jacket.
Take the rest to the hotel for cleaning.
The racecourse is within the scope of the hotel, a place exclusive to the two of them, wear safety equipment.
Two horsemen brought in two magnificent white horses.
Pei Feng had learned how to ride a horse because he was filming, so he didn't need a horse master to teach him. He got on the horse, pulled up the reins, and moved slowly, as if he was moving forward with a ray of light, and stopped in front of Wei Jun.
Looking down at him condescendingly.
The other party was against the light, and Wei Jun's upturned eyes narrowed slightly, which still made him squirt physiological saline.
"Riding with me?" The other party reached out to him.
Wei Jun patted it away: "No."
After Pei Feng was rejected, he didn't force him any more. He picked up his steed and drove off into the distance.
Wei Jun stared at his back for a while, and then carefully mounted the horse according to the instructions of the horse master.
You know how to ride a horse?Wei Jun hated his chicness, and soon he could catch up with him.
The ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.
Under the guidance of the horse master, Wei Jun slowly started on the road, walking around the green grass.
The horses under the seat paced leisurely, and occasionally sneezed out of boredom.
Wei Jun steered the horse carefully, and the horse master followed him not far away. Originally, the horse master held the reins, but he didn't want to.
Fortunately, the selected horse has a very gentle temperament, and even a novice can barely handle it.
Standing on a high place, feeling the oncoming breeze and the breath of nature, it seems to be able to cleanse the complicated hearts of human beings.
Wei Jun was in a good mood watching the unchanging scenery, and a sound of horseshoes approached him.
When he turned his head, the sound of horseshoes was close at hand.
Pei Feng's horse rode side by side with him, very close to him, and the shadow cast happened to cover Wei Jun.
Wei Jun met his deep eyebrows.
Pei Feng suddenly smiled, under the blue sky and white clouds, he was so high-spirited, as if meeting his sweetheart, he deliberately exuded ostentatious hormones.
Wei Jun was taken aback.
"Hey, you!" Wei Jun was frightened, the changes happened so fast that he couldn't react at all.
Pei Feng actually grabbed Wei Jun's arms and waist, and dragged him forcefully into his arms.
The sudden change disturbed the horses under the seat.
The horse master who was keeping safe next to him spit out words he didn't understand.
With a soft snort, Pei Feng put his hands on Wei Jun's side, pulled up the reins, and controlled the galloping horse.
The sleeves and hair of the two of them were raised.
"Pei Feng, you are dying!" Wei Jun yelled out the stuck syllables following the galloping scenery.
Pei Feng had a magnetic cold tone, revealing a deep-seated madness, he seemed to have suppressed it for too long, but at this moment there was a clue: "How wonderful."
You and I, running in a world without people, only feel the wind and sunshine, and nothing else exists.
Wei Jun took two heavy breaths, restraining his frantic movements: "What the hell are you going crazy about?"
"You don't know?" The voice rang in his ear with a forbearing tone.
Wei Jun's back was hairy: "Should I know?"
The other party did not respond, and Mayomo, who was running fast, was tired from running and slowed down.
The reins control the direction of the horse so that it does not run out of the grass.
"It doesn't matter, I'll figure it out." The hot air of Pei Feng's words sprayed onto Wei Jun's neck, and when it suddenly touched the air, it turned into a sticky moist mist, which crawled on his smooth skin like maggots attached to the bones, making Wei Jun feel angry The middle man dodged, and his closed eyelids passed a trace of forceful desire for control.
Don't try to escape until I figure it out.
Pei Feng's arm pressed against Wei Jun's tight abdomen, and he could still feel the wonderful touch through the fabric. He touched it once, it seemed like it was yesterday, and it was reborn at the fingertips, so that it spread to the limbs.
"How do you feel?" He asked with a low smile.
Naturally, what he asked was about being forced on the horse by him and galloping forward on the grassland.
Wei Jun was still thinking about the meaning of his words.
"Speak." Pei Feng clasped Wei Jun's chin, and forcefully twisted it in front of him.
Wei Jun's gaze met his deep eyes, and he couldn't help blurting out: "It hurts!"
"Then why don't you cry?" Pei Feng recalled not long ago, when he just said that he ate the dessert fruit tea, Wei Jun burst into tears, "Don't you know how to cry?"
Wei Jun was stunned by what this person said: I really want to beat you up now, really.
Not wanting to get any response from him, Pei Feng stared at him deeply, his lips moved slightly in such a low voice that even Wei Jun couldn't hear him clearly.
Wei Jun slammed his elbow hard at the opponent, then broke away the hands that were clamping his chin and waist, gave him a fierce look and ordered, "Get off the horse quickly, and hug me off the horse."
He smashed hard, Pei Feng groaned in pain.
Wei Jun was not in the mood to express concern or apology, and repeated arrogantly again: "Hurry up!"
Pei Feng pressed the back of Wei Jun's hand from behind, stopping his struggle: "You hurt me."
"You hurt me just now." Wei Jun turned his head to refute.
Pei Feng: "It's not that painful."
"What kind of pain is that?" Wei Jun was puzzled.
Pei Feng didn't answer, but brought back the previous topic: "If you want me to dismount you, you'd better use the right attitude... Please."
"I don't want it. If you don't like it, get out!" Wei Jun was annoyed in his heart, but he said with aggrieved expression on his face, "It was you who pulled me into your horse and asked me to be nice, dreaming!"
Listen, it looks like a cute counterattack with pampering after being bullied.
Pei Feng was probably so cute, so cute that he opened his mouth and bit the back of the neck of the person in front of him, as if marking his exclusive possession.
Damn, are you a dog?Wei Jun hissed lightly, cursing secretly.