Don’t Wait for Your Boyfriend in the Crematorium

    Ripe cherries are bright red, round, plump and beautiful in shape. After being wet, they are stained with water droplets. The new layer of reflection makes them more transparent and attractive, delicate and smooth, and there are A hint of sweetness, but not overtly.

    Ren Shuhan bit it lightly, and then tasted the sweet juice, pressed the edge with his fingers, and sucked all of it into the mouth without leaking a drop.

    The taste of the pulp is even more addictive, it should be said to be soft, but it has a hint of strength. After licking it all with the tip of the tongue, it is as warm as it is about to melt, and more juice is produced. Unforgettable.

    "Um...Master."

    Jiang Qingyue was a little unsteady, had difficulty breathing, and turned her head slightly.

    Although it is delicious, the young master feeds it too fast to eat it.

    "Am I in a hurry?" Ren Shuhan looked at him as if he was staring at his prey, stroking his side face, because it felt too comfortable, he was reluctant to let go, his movements were gentle, and his tone was gentle. But it was very strict, "But when filming, you can't just stop at this level."

    "I'm sorry." Jiang Qingyue said embarrassedly, and he held his chin lightly, forcing him to raise his head.

    "Don't apologize," Ren Shuhan rubbed the tip of his nose with him, "You've done a good job, dear boy, do it again."

    His words made Jiang Qingyue blush, but she was tempted to open her lips.

    First bite a small bite, and use the tip of the tongue to press the pulp inside, so that the pitiful cherry can't escape in the mouth, and then continue to **** the whole hot fruit with the lips...

    Like an addiction, the two ate by the stairs for a long time, and finally Jiang Qingyue was tired, and her body slid down unconsciously, from sitting on the carpet to almost falling on her back, With his elbows on the stairs above, he tilted his head and almost fell on his side.

    Ren Shuhan was half-supported on him, his left hand was behind his waist to prevent him from being caught by the steps, and his right hand was held under his armpit, lifting his body upwards.

    "No, uh... no..." Such a clear objection is the first time Jiang Qingyue has said from his young master, but now he can't stand it anymore, I'm afraid he will look ugly if he eats it again Bi Lu, "Master, no more... um..."

    Ren Shuhan took the last bite unfortunately, wiped the juice from Jiang Qingyue's lips with his fingers, and put it into his mouth to **** it.

    "So sweet."

    Jiang Qingyue looked at Ren Shuhan's movements, her eyes were dazed for a while, and then she realized what he said and did, so she covered the lower half of her face with her right hand, Knees together.

    Ren Shuhan had to put his hands under his armpits, stood up like a cat, and supported him.

    Jiang Qingyue: "?"

    Ren Shuhan put him on the first step and stood up, so that he could look at himself, and asked seriously: "Is it really necessary?"

    Jiang Qingyue hesitated for a while, but she was a little loose: "Then... um!"

    "Master..." He was weak and pitiful, "Is it alright?"

    Ren Shuhan rubbed his long hair and said in a muffled voice, "Why are you so sweet and fragrant? Do you have any perfume?"

    "No," Jiang Qingyue tried her best to lift her tight arm, touched the back of the young master's head, and said softly, "I use the same shampoo as the young master."

    Ren Shuhan then let go of him, rubbed his thumb on his lips twice, and asked, "You won't enter the entertainment industry in the future, will you?"

    Jiang Qingyue was stunned: "There is no such plan for the time being."

    Ren Shuhan nodded in satisfaction: "Don't practice with others, understand?"

    Jiang Qingyue: “…”

    If it wasn't because he liked the young master, who would be used to such a willful person... Jiang Qingyue smiled helplessly.

    "Others will plot against you," Ren Shuhan said with a frown, dissatisfied with his perfunctory, "You know what?"

    "Well," Jiang Qingyue nodded obediently and went back to the room, "Good night, young master."

    "Wait," Ren Shuhan pressed him against the wall in front of the door and kissed him again, "Will you continue to practice for you tomorrow night?"

    Jiang Qingyue: "...Okay, thank you young master."

    Ren Shuhan watched him close the door, and touched the back of his head on the way back to the house, where he was touched by Jiang Qingyue's cool fingertips, but now it is hot.

      Jiang Qingyue asked him to "practice" his acting skills in his room, determined to hone his kissing skills to perfection.

    Ren Shuhan himself felt that it was not suitable, but he was a fool to take advantage of it, and when it was finally approaching another kiss scene, he said in a righteous manner: "Today's play Better, try it once and don't let practice go to waste."

    Jiang Qingyue: "…Mmmm."

    I believe in your evil.

      After reading the script, Qingyue said that she really didn't understand. When she was in school, campus life was not so dull, huh?

    "Why not plain?" Shen Xinghe asked gossip, "Is it because of the cold spirit?"

    "It's more than that," Gu Qingmeng said, "Assistant Jiang also stands out in school, right? You used to have long hair, and the teacher didn't care?"

    Jiang Qingyue nodded shyly: "The school I study in doesn't care about dress and hairstyle. Many male students will grow their hair, and they will cut them off and donate them to those who need wigs."

    Everyone looked at Ren Shuhan thoughtfully: Oh, the cold **** made money.

    Jiang Qingyue almost cried because she had to cut her hair when she was entering elementary school. Ren Shuhan wrote down this little thing. Every time she went to a school, she wanted to be free for the students and the society. Groups who need wigs make a contribution and take this non-profit organization with them wherever they go.

    Jiang Qingyue also cuts her hair, but he cuts it from waist to shoulder, leaving enough length to tie a ponytail every time.

    "Is that the cold **** is more prominent?" Shen Xinghe prefers Ren Shuhan who can exercise, "I remember saying that the cold **** has always been the monitor since childhood, and he has broken a lot. The school sports meeting records, study well and exercise well, is it so strong?"

      No. 1 in the grade, never changed."

      , but Jiang Qingyue was left alone, and Ren Shuhan let him choose whatever he wanted, so he went to paint, play the piano, and learn gardening every day, and his overall grades in elementary school were naturally average.

    But after the junior high school entered the key middle school, the two of them who did not plan to take the college entrance examination inexplicably entered the college entrance examination camp...

    After starting the brushing mode, Jiang Qingyue's grades skyrocketed, and she won the top prize in the middle school entrance examination. After Ren Shuhan's parents heard about it, they flew back to him in surprise. Party to celebrate.

    Ren Shuhan, who didn't even come back with his parents on his birthday: "..."

    "Young master also has good grades. He has always been in the top 100 in the grade!" Jiang Qingyue said with a fist.

    Everyone:emmmm…

    The top 100 of the key middle school grades is not bad, but after hearing about your stable first grade, this is not enough. I know you like to brag about your young master, but you don't have to...

    "And it's true that I broke many school records, such as swimming, long-distance running, long jump, and javelin." Jiang Qingyue added, "At that time, several high school teachers came to help The referee, it turned out that the swimming teacher and the javelin teacher both fell in love with the young master, rushing to get him to study the major that he taught in the high school, and even had a fight."

    Shen Xinghe was excited: "Wow! Really?"

    Ren Shuhan: "That's because our school has poor sports."

    "But our junior high school is a joint sports meeting held by several schools." Jiang Qingyue resolutely did not give her young master a chance to be humble, "The comprehensive score was forced by the young master alone, and he won. What about the sports school next door?"

    Shen Xinghe cooperated: "That's really strong!"

    Jiang Qingyue's eyes are bright: "Yes."

    Gu Qingmeng: "...Director Chen, what are you remembering?"

    "Campus materials," Director Chen asked Jiang Qingyue, "Do you remember clearly, is there anything else?"

    Jiang Qingyue: “…”

    There are many more.

    If the young master is not around, Jiang Qingyue prefers to be alone and study hard, so he doesn't have many friends, and he doesn't know whether he is precocious or late, only that when he was in middle school, he was the The age at which he began to have a budding heart.

    There are countless figures of Ren Shuhan in his memories, and the most vivid appearance is when he is sweating on the sports field.

    The boy who tensed his muscles when he threw the javelin hard, the boy with short hair and dripping water when he came out of the water, who was the first to rush to the finish line to break the streamer and be caught The classmates surrounded the boy who held it up and threw it high... He would look around, find himself accurately among countless people, and only smile at himself.

    He only drank the water he gave, and only came to ask himself questions after class. He only took out the trash and cleaned the tables and chairs for himself on duty, and only gave himself the earphone of his left ear.

    When he went out on an outing with his classmates, the back seat of his bicycle was always reserved for himself, he only carried his schoolbag and made food for himself. When having dinner with friends and singing karaoke, he only prepares dishes and orders songs for himself, only rattles the tambourine for himself, and only sings to himself.

    If Ren Shuhan could hear his voice, then Ren Shuhan would probably say, Fool, you are indeed a little late.

    If it's not because I like you, why do I just want to sit behind you and pull only your ponytail.