The man was very good at handing Qingming a cigarette and lit the fire courteously and flatteringly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qingming didn't know how to smoke, but after thinking about it, he could pretend and had to pretend, otherwise what would this person think of himself? Can't even smoke? It's hard to convince people when you think about it.

The man smoked a cigarette himself very skillfully after lighting a cigarette for Qingming, judging from the way he smoked clouds and smoked smoke, it should be an old smoking gun, but his appearance was only about twenty-five or sixteen, and even a little immature.

Qingming's eyes hurt a little from the smoke, so he narrowed his eyes, "How old are you?" Qingming asked curiously.

"I'll do the math, five out of five, two for five-one, ...... of ten," the boy pinched and counted over and over again, and his mouth kept babbling.

"I forgot, I can't figure it out, it's not small anyway." He said with a smile.

Qingming just smiled and didn't care, "Do you know the origin of this red stone?" Qingming asked.

"Those red stones?" The young man thought for a moment and said, "I've seen it a long time ago, but these stones seem to be a little strange lately. ”

"What's weird?" Qingming asked, leaning sideways.

"I always felt like it was alive." The young man whispered in a suppressed voice.

"Oh?" Qingming pretended to be surprised and looked at the person in front of him, "Alive...... How so? ”

"I don't know, I just think there's something in it, it's scary." The young man said. "I've also seen these stones control people's consciousness, making people worship them as gods and voluntarily pour their own blood on them, you know, the blood is like water poured on a sponge, and it is absorbed in an instant, it is terrible." The young man shuddered.

Qingming's eyes became strange, and he stared at this person as if he was looking at some kind of monster, "You're not controlled by those stones?" ”

The young man looked up at Qingming, who was looking at him so much, "Brother, don't look at me like that, I'll be shy." As he spoke, he made a shy gesture, covering his face, with an expression that if you want to look at me again, I will blush and show you.

Qingming kicked him on top of him, "You just hit him lightly, didn't you?" ”

"Brother, brother, don't hit, don't slap your face." A very unprincipled voice sounded, but Qingming couldn't control himself.

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The shouting gradually weakened, and the man covered his swollen face and said resentfully: "You said that you wouldn't slap your face, but you pressed your face, brother, you were too ruthless." ”

Qingming took a puff of cigarette and pretended to spit out a smoke ring, "Look, I will also spit out smoke rings." ”

The man flattered, "Yes, brother, your posture of spitting smoke rings is old and coquettish, ah, no, old and handsome." ”

Qingming felt that his face was a little hot, "Okay, okay, I don't know what your name is after talking for so long?" ”

The man lit a cigarette for himself, and when the clouds rose, he said quietly, "My name is Xu Fu." ”

When he said the name, there was a kind of desolation in his eyes that only an old man can read, like an old dog without a hometown, if it is paired with that cigarette and wine voice, it can better interpret that decadence.

It's a pity that his voice is too crisp, with the peculiar immaturity of young people, because it is crisp, it looks immature, as if maturity is old, and old age is to make the clear cloudy.

He smiled at Qingming, and the somewhat ridiculous face that had been swollen by him in Qingming's eyes became not ridiculous at all.

Qingming said that he was a little nervous at that time, because he beat a person who had lived for many years, but he still asked him, so to be precise, Qingming was quite nervous.

The cigarette in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and the nicotine at the cigarette butt was wrapped in the carbon oxide that began to swirl with the smoke.

Qingming trembled and asked, "You say...... What is your name? I didn't hear clearly. ”

Xu Fu smiled and said, "My name is Xu Fu." ”

Qingming breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "I know...... I'm rubbing, your real name is Xu Fu? ”

Xu Fu, who was beaten into a little fat man, was taken aback by Qingming's reaction, "Brother, don't slap your face, you really can't slap your face anymore." ”

While holding his head, he began to beg for mercy, but after waiting for a long time, he found that he had not been beaten, and looked at Qingming with an embarrassed face. "Brother, why don't you beat me?"

Qingming felt that his outlook on life had collapsed a little, Xu Fu? Is this the legendary Xu Fu? Qingming felt that maybe he should fulfill his request, but when he thought that he was asking for someone after all, he put down his restless hand.

An amiable smile appeared on his face, "I said, Lao Xu, be obedient and take off your shirt." ”

"Brother, what are you going to do? I'm really not that kind of person. Xu Fu was very aggrieved.

"If you want to take it off, do you want to be beaten?" Qingming's roar made Xu Fu tremble.

"Brother, I wouldn't have taken it off long ago if you said that." Xu Fu took off his shirt very cooperatively, and he was about to take off his pants as well.

The black line on Qingming's face, "That, you don't have to take off your pants." ”