The silence in the living room lasted for less than a minute and was broken by Wei Shijin. He smiled happily, "Uncle, you lose your temper and look very sexual."

Song Min's ears were licked, and he raised his arm and elbows hit Wei Shijin's jaw.

Wei Shijin was beaten up straight, and the pain in his jaw made him manic. His demeanor and elegance were swept away in an instant. He stretched out his tongue to sweep the blood from the corners of his lips. He did not fight back, but instead crushed the man's lips.

The fishy and sweet smell spread in Song Min's mouth, which was the blood in Wei Shijin's mouth. The smell was very strong. His brows were furiously plundered, and the walls in his mouth were violently plundered. The feeling rushed straight into his mind and his scalp was tightened.

Wei Shijin closed his eyes halfway and pressed his thumb on the man's cheek. He kissed and swallowed, which was both enjoyable and erotic.

Song Min grabbed Wei Shijin's hair and pulled it back, forcing him to distance himself, "Mad Dog."

Wei Shijin was breathing heavily, he straightened his glasses on his nose and laughed out of his throat, "I said yesterday that I was a dog, today that I was a mad dog, uncle, I will change the adjective next time, it will be fresher."

Song Min did not let go of the hand holding Wei Shijin's hair, and tried to force it backwards. The muscles on the arm were stretched out with a strong force.

Wei Shijin's scalp hurts, and a piece of skin was almost pulled off by a man. He tightened the other party's waist and smiled coldly, "Uncle, why did your move behave like an instinctive reaction? Did you fight back like that when you used to attack you and whoever you hit you?"

Song Min's eyes flashed and he turned his head open.

Wei Shijin took the instant changes of a man into his eyes. It seemed that he was right. He put the man in front of his chest and used a little force to lock the other person between his legs. He skipped the topic and it was meaningless to read out the old things, all of them were gray. "If you don't watch the art exhibition, it depends on you."

Song Min thought Wei Shijin would ask questions, but he didn't expect that he didn't. After all, people are curious.

Wei Shijin pinched the man's face and let him face him, "Do you know where I was attracted to you for the first time? It's not that you can't find out about this face, but that there is a hook hidden in your eyes."

Song Min lowered his eyelids and hooks? Who said that?

Wei Shijin bit the man's nose and smiled intriguedly, "Uncle, you've hooked me."

Song Min's breathing stagnated. He remembered the man. He pushed Wei Shijin onto the sofa, his eyes were fierce, and there was flames in his eyes. He hadn't lost his temper for many years. He even closed the door and made a few words in recent times. He had never done that in front of others. This was the first time he couldn't control it.

Wei Shijin narrowed his eyes behind his lens and felt that he had become a scapegoat. He had suffered for others. He was still smiling and putting on a lazy posture of "I can do anything, you can do whatever you want." "I just used all my strength just now, and the uncle's breath was a little breathing, which means that he had not exercised recently and was lazy. It was a matter of time before the eight-pack abdominal muscles became one."

Song Min bent down to touch Wei Shijin's pocket, touched his cigarette box and lighter, skillfully smoked a cigarette from the inside and lit it on his mouth, and vomited a cigarette ring into the air. His face had clear vicissitudes, decadent and numbness after being injured, and he had no hope or expectation for life and the future.

"Wei Shijin, with your own conditions and family background, there are more people who give you choices. Why do you need to waste your life on a middle-aged and elderly person in your fifties? If this happens, your family members will not be able to bear the face, and your relatives and friends will also look at you with strange eyes, thinking that you are having a brain disease. No matter what you think about it, what you do now will cause you trouble."

Song Min used the smell of nicotine to calm himself down and no longer got angry. He calmly explained the reason to Wei Shijin, but it didn't make sense.

"A middle-aged and elderly person in his fifties? You don't believe it when you say this."

Wei Shijin's arm was placed on the back of the sofa, "Uncle, this is the first time since we met that you have said so much to me, but I'm twenty-six, not sixteen, not six years old. What you said is nothing to me. Life is impermanent. Don't look at me talking to you now, maybe I will die on the road when I go back today."

He folded his long legs, sighed with a rare feeling, and smiled, "Is there anything wrong with it if you like something, want to get it, and want to take it for yourself? No, it's very logical."

Song Min paused in smoking and said with a weird expression, "Do you like me?"

Wei Shijin looked hurt, "The uncle's question is really sad. If I don't like the uncle, why should I put such effort?"

Song Min swept his eyes to the Youth Department, "What do you like?"

Wei Shijin leaned back openly for the man to show it, teasing, "It is also a part of my body, and it is still a very important part, and it is related to my entire life."

Song Min glanced at the corner of his mouth with contempt, extremely subtle.

Capturing the expression of the man at that moment, Wei Shijin's breathing became heavy, and he felt that he was more attractive at this time, and it seemed that he should be like this. This is the real him, not a piece of wood that exudes rotten air. "Uncle, I know you have a secret, Huang Shan and Chen Yue have it, about you three."

Song Min's pupils shrank slightly. He lowered his head to smoke in silence. He reached out with one hand and grabbed the cigarette between his fingers. The young man's laughter was heard in his ears, "Everyone has secrets, I have them too. Don't be afraid of uncle."

"I have nothing to be afraid of."

Wei Shijin's eyes were sharp, but his voice was very gentle. "Uncle, no one told you that when you lie, you will blink several times?"

Song Min gently rubbed his hands with his lower back, and he couldn't find out.

Thinking of the past? Wei Shijin took a few puffs of cigarettes, and his tongue flew past the man's saliva left on the cigarette butt. He chuckled, "Look at how you smoked, you are an old smoker."

Song Min went to take the cup on the table to drink a sip of water. After drinking it, he remembered that Wei Shijin had drunk it before. His Adam's apple rolled twice and drank a few more sips to dilute the fishy sweetness in his mouth.

Wei Shijin bounced the ashes. He walked over, put his chin on the man's shoulder, and blew a breath into his neck, "Uncle, I really can't catch up if I don't leave. There is a surveillance monitor in the corridor. Are you sure you want me to carry you downstairs?"

Song Min turned his head and looked over.

Wei Shijin bit the cigarette butt with his teeth and looked at him with a smile, "Hmm?"

A few seconds later, Song Min turned around and went to the bedroom. When he came out, the dark gray home clothes had been replaced, and he was wearing a windbreaker and trousers, with a tall figure.

Wei Shijin shook his head, wouldn't it be better to cooperate long ago, he casually said, "Uncle, you shouldn't have procrastination, right?"

Song Min's eyelids twitched.

Really? Wei Shijin's key turned around his fingertips. Why did he say several things in a while? He narrowed his eyes, and the man wrapped his shell and broke it. He could peel it off all by just a few strokes, revealing the true side hidden inside.

"That's a coincidence. My lifestyle is specialized in treating procrastination. You and I can cure it."

Song Min changed into leather shoes, he frowned and said with a chill, "Your top priority is to treat rabies."

Wei Shijin shook his shoulders, "Uncle and I have become humorous, it's great."

Three minutes away from nine o'clock, Wei Shijin showed an invitation letter and took Song Min into the gallery.

When Song Min was doing a task, his identity and life were different. One of them was a young painter. He locked himself in a cottage and couldn't draw it. After he got rid of inspiration, he locked himself in a small house and sucked it secretly. As a result, he was not only uninspired, but also destroyed his body. His final outcome was to refrain from success | poison, and his painting style changed drastically, which attracted the attention of the media and had a huge response. He also wrote his experience into a bestseller, gaining both fame and fortune.

The task that time was to beat a good hand of cards and then play bad cards well to turn the tide. Now, when Song Min recalled, it was actually just tossing. People were always tossing.

If you want to live without any trouble, you will either be lying down or you will already be lying down.

The gallery was filled with a solemn atmosphere. No one was making noise or running around. The people came were all powerful celebrities. Whether it was the influence of good qualities or purely for the sake of face, they deliberately lowered their voices and footsteps and tried not to disturb others.

Questions such as brushwork and techniques are left to professionals to comment on. Most people come here just to see the paintings and experience the artistic conception outlined by masters with brushes.

Wei Shijin saw Song Min stopping in front of a painting. He walked over and took a look. There was a mountain stream in the painting, which was extremely narrow and thin, and it made people feel depressed, "Uncle likes it?"

Song Min's words were praised, "The painting was very good."

When Wei Shijin heard this, he turned his gaze to the man's side face. He raised his eyebrows with interest, "Why, uncle knows painting?"

Song Min said lightly, "I am old and I have nothing to do, so I just rely on all kinds of flowers, raising fish, and practicing brush calligraphy and painting to pass the time."

Wei Shijin's facial muscles twitched, and the man turned into a lifeless look again. He thought of the goldfish in the jar, soaked in water and slowly rotted. "Don't keep your age at all times, you'll get old even if you don't grow old."

Song Min's body is indeed in his prime and is healthier than ordinary people. The traces left by time on his face are very faint, but his heart has grown old before traveling through the parallel world and cannot beat anymore. He has long forgotten what it feels like to beating faster.

Wei Shijin accidentally caught something, and he suddenly pulled Song Min behind the pillar, "Shhh."

Song Min asked with his eyes.

Wei Shijin pushed his glasses up and whispered, "My sister."

He secretly observed the situation and rushed to the plane after the talk yesterday. Why did he appear here today? Could it be that he came to catch him specifically?

Song Min said, "Your sister may know that you will bring me to the gallery, and I am the one she is rushing to."

When Wei Shijin saw that the man was still about to speak, he immediately covered his mouth with his palm.

The clattering sound of high heels came from a distance, paused for a second or two and walked away again.

Wei Shijin's tense back loosened, and his sister only used one brand of perfume. The smell became lighter, which meant that the person was not nearby.

Song Min took his hand, "Are you afraid of your sister?"

Wei Shijin took off his glasses and stroked his hair on his forehead, "It's not that he is afraid, it's that he is annoyed. Many of her ideas are different from mine. When there is no conflict, you can sit down and eat and chat. When there is conflict, the conversation will collapse."

Song Min raised his eyebrows, "Dear sister?"

Wei Shijin nodded to him, "Dear."

Song Min walked out from behind the pillar, and Wei Shijin pulled him back, "Wait a little longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Shijin's cell phone rang. It was his sister who called him. He grabbed the man's wrist with one hand and the other, "Hey."

There was a cold and capable female voice on the other end, "At the age of fifty-seven, and physical characteristics of the early thirties, I didn't expect that there would be such a person in the world, who was younger and more incredible than the ones in the photo."

Wei Shijin's tone sank, "What do you want to do?"

"I can't do anything, so you'd better not do anything. Song Min's physical condition is weird and too unscientific. Chen Yue's lover is the same. Shi Jin, my sister told you that the unknown represents danger."

Wei Shijin smiled and said, "Sister, when did you care so much about my private life? One year a boy came to the door and cried and shouted that I had touched him and asked me to be responsible for him, check the surveillance, and go to the hospital for examination to restore my innocence. Don't you also take it as a fun thing to watch?"

Song Min glanced at the smile on Wei Shijin's face, and the cunning was very deep.

Wei Shijin hung up the phone, "My sister means you are an unknown creature, tell me not to touch you."

Song Minxin said, your sister is right.

Wei Shijin put his phone back in his pocket, "After hearing that, do you think she is worried about my younger brother?"

Song Min asked back, “No?”

Wei Shijin smiled charmingly, "Of course not. She knows my temperament. The more she stops me, the more I stick to it."

He shrugged, "So my sister is waiting to see me mess up, it's better to go home and find mom in tears."

“…”

Song Min said, "I believe you are brothers and sisters."

Someone came over, and Wei Shijin turned his head and greeted him gracefully. His aftermath was on the man, paying attention to the other person's whereabouts.

Song Ming did not leave, nor did he do anything else, he just watched the paintings. He came and he should have a feast for himself.

It was almost time for dinner, and Wei Shijin took Song Min to Xiyuan. The buildings there were quaint buildings, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery was beautiful. It was suitable for vacation with family, friends, colleagues, and lovers.

Wei Shijin and the boss of Xiyuan were old acquaintances. He greeted him in advance and took Song Min directly to the private room on the second floor.
To be continued...