Chapter 86 Chapter 86 The puppy grows into a big dog
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Gu Mengran was overworked yesterday, and even though he lay down and rested for a day today, he still felt uncomfortable all over.
His waist, arms, and legs were sore, as if he had been forced to move bricks at a construction site all day. He felt even worse at night, and his shoulders ached whenever he touched them, so much so that he didn't eat much for dinner.
He was already angry because he didn't eat enough, but what made him even angrier was-
It seemed that they were a little addicted to the game. After dinner and washing the dishes, Liang Zhao and Zheng Yijie sat back in front of the TV, each holding a game controller, and had a lot of fun playing the game.
The same living room, the same people, but completely different moods. Gu Mengran did not go to sit on the sofa next to him like he did in the afternoon. He stood between the dining room and the living room, staring at Liang Zhao without blinking.
For a full two minutes, Liang Zhao didn't even raise his head. Gu Mengran snorted and laughed, then turned around and left without saying a word.
Before the footsteps had gone far away, Liang Zhao, who had been immersed in the game world, immediately dropped the game controller, stood up, and trotted after them.
A cool breeze blew past him, and the little man on the TV stopped moving. Zheng Yijie, not knowing what was going on, yelled at the top of his voice, "Hey, where are you going! Don't run, come back quickly, I'm almost winning!"
“Don’t run? If you don’t run, even if you win the game, you’ll lose your partner, hahahaha…” The old man sitting on the sofa gloated and laughed out loud while holding a teacup.
"I'm so angry, this is the one I have the best chance of winning!"
How angry! Gu Mengran pushed the door open with a lot of anger in his heart. Just as he was about to close the door, a foot suddenly squeezed into the crack of the door.
He knew who it was without thinking. Gu Mengran was furious and wanted to say something to him, but when he looked up, Liang Zhao's face with clear contours and three-dimensional features came into his sight, and his anger immediately disappeared.
It turns out that a handsome face can really calm people down, but Gu Mengran still didn't give him a good look. His face fell and he said with a pursed mouth: "Why are you running over here now? Didn't you see it just now?"
"I saw it, but I pretended not to see it because I wanted you to call me. I didn't expect you to just leave." Liang Zhao smiled and said in a flattering tone, "Let me in."
"Pretend? I'm almost dying, and you still have the mood to joke with me!" Gu Mengran glared at him and put out his hand to hold the door to prevent him from coming in, but he didn't use any strength at all.
After saying that, Liang Zhao's smile froze on his face. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open easily. Then he decisively raised his hand to cover Gu Mengran's forehead and asked with concern: "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is your cold getting worse? Are you coughing--"
"I don't have a fever or a cold." Gu Mengran pushed his hand away and muttered softly, "I was just too tired from working yesterday and my back and waist are sore."
After saying that, Gu Mengran realized something was wrong and immediately asked, "No, didn't you see that I was feeling uncomfortable?"
Liang Zhao shook his head honestly: "No."
"Okay! You don't care at all, do you? I didn't eat much of the dinner because I was feeling sick, and you didn't even notice."
Liang Zhao raised his eyebrows, "But you ate two bowls."
Gu Mengran was stunned and immediately retorted: "I usually eat three bowls!"
"Well, I didn't notice that. I'm sorry." Liang Zhao chuckled.
The palm of his hand still had the other person's body temperature. Liang Zhao rubbed his fingertips, and suddenly took a half step forward, lowered his eyes and looked into Gu Mengran's eyes, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? How about I give you a massage?"
Press, massage?
Gu Mengran's face turned pale, and he seemed to look away inadvertently, "Will you?"
"Give me a chance, I can learn." Liang Zhao followed his gaze.
The distance between them shortened little by little, and the two stood facing each other, their bodies almost touching, but Liang Zhao's eyes - well, very firm.
Are you really here to be a masseur? Gu Mengran didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He closed the door and raised his eyebrows at Liang Zhao, "Come on, Master Liang, let me see your skills."
The massage didn't seem to require any preparation. After taking a shower and drying his hair, Gu Mengran threw back the quilt and lay down on the bed, burying his face in the soft pillow and leaving his back to Liang Zhao.
The air was filled with a light minty scent, the scent of shampoo and shower gel wafting from Gu Mengran. It was clearly a very cool and refreshing scent, but Liang Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at Gu Mengran, who was lying on the bed in a leisurely posture and had no defense against him, and his body temperature rose inexplicably.
It was within his reach, but Liang Zhao took a long time to reach it.
He slowed down his movements and sat on the edge of the bed. He slowly raised his bony hands, moved them slowly, and finally landed on Gu Mengran's fair neck, kneading it gently.
Rubbing the neck and pinching the shoulders, Liang Zhao finally put aside all distracting thoughts and acted as a conscientious massage master.
It was a fairly acceptable technique, with almost no effort required.
After a few presses, Gu Mengran in the pillow laughed and muttered softly: "Didn't you have enough to eat at night, Liang Zhao? Why are you so weak, or are you deliberately-Ouch, hiss."
Before Gu Mengran could finish his words, the hand on the back of his neck pinched him hard.
In fact, it didn't take much effort, but Gu Mengran was overworked, his muscles were fatigued, and a lot of lactic acid accumulated. He didn't feel anything when he was gently pinched, but when he was pinched hard twice, it was so sore that the intense pain went straight to the top of his head.
"Be gentle, be gentle Liang Zhao, it hurts, it hurts."
Gu Mengran, who was buried in the pillow, instantly put on a mask of pain and wailed with gritted teeth, but Liang Zhao did not reduce his strength. He acted as if he didn't hear it and kept massaging the same spot on the back of his neck.
"Liang Zhao!"
The soreness stimulated his brain. Gu Mengran was angry and could no longer lie down. He struggled with his hands and feet, trying to get up from the bed and escape from this evil clutch.
Liang Zhao did not give him a chance to escape. He pressed his back with one hand and used the other hand to massage his neck and shoulders repeatedly, saying to him, "Okay, don't move. A little massage can dredge the meridians and promote lactic acid metabolism."
"Hiss, it's easy to say, it hurts, it hurts!"
Gu Mengran screamed in pain, but fortunately his mind was still clear.
If you use force, you won't be able to defeat Liang Zhao's strength, then -
The man who was struggling desperately suddenly stopped moving and buried his face in the pillow again, as if he had completely given in. But his shoulders were shaking violently and his back was hunching, as if he was...crying?
"Meng Ran?"
Liang Zhao's hands froze in mid-air, and he looked a little helpless.
The man on the bed said nothing, his body shaking even more violently. Liang Zhao panicked for a moment, then leaned over to the pillow and gently stroked his furry head with his palm, "Okay, okay, I won't press on you if it hurts. My technique is so poor, I shouldn't have tortured you."
"%￥!" Gu Mengran muttered aggrievedly.
The sound was swallowed by the pillow, Liang Zhao didn't hear a word clearly, he had to lower his head again and put his ear to Gu Mengran's pillow, "What? Just now-"
Before he could finish his words, Gu Mengran, who was lying on the bed pretending to be dead, suddenly turned around. His shoulders and arms no longer hurt. He was as flexible as a loach. He turned around abruptly and hugged Liang Zhao's neck when he was not prepared.
Grievance? Crying? Impossible. Gu Mengran's mouth was almost stretched to his ears.
He put his hands around Liang Zhao's neck and used some effort to pull him forward, the smile in his eyes becoming more and more intense, "I just said, compensation. Your technique is really too poor, it hurts terribly, I need to charge some mental damages."
Liang Zhao chuckled. He was lying on his side on the bed, so he lay down on the bed and followed Gu Mengran's strength to get closer. He looked into his bright eyes in the dim light and said, "Okay, what compensation do you want?"
A hug, a kiss...Gu Mengran likes to be close to him.
Liang Zhao thought of many possibilities, but he never expected Gu Mengran to say -
"Don't leave at night, sleep here." Gu Mengran was not at all shy, with a smile on her face, looking straight at him.
The clear eyes were filled with expectation. Liang Zhao was distracted for a moment. He stretched out his hand to push away the hair on his forehead, and touched his soft cheek with his fingertips. "Meng Ran, this is not appropriate."
"Good friends can sleep together, so why can't we? It's not like we haven't slept together before, at Zheng Yijie's house." Gu Mengran learned his lesson and never mentioned his past life.
Liang Zhao still shook his head and refused: "It's different now than before."
"What's the difference?"
"We were friends before, but now I'm a suitor."
"Pursuer?" Gu Mengran laughed out loud, teasing without sparing any effort: "Are you pursuing me? Why don't I feel it?"
Liang Zhao tapped him lightly on the forehead, with a faint smile on his face, "I'm not very familiar with the business, and I'm still learning. Can you give me a little more time?"
After he finished speaking, Liang Zhao pinched Gu Mengran's shoulders and pulled him forward, holding him in his arms without giving him a chance to refuse.
"Okay," Gu Mengran hugged Liang Zhao back, rubbing his cheek against his neck, "You'd better hurry up, otherwise at your current speed, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up next year."
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As the prophecy came true, the water level of Fengjin Lake suddenly rose to halfway up the mountain. The island in the lake disappeared forever with the passage of time, and Liang Zhao had not yet caught up with his Gu Mengran.
A year is not a long time. People grow one year older, puppies grow into adults, but due to continuous heavy rainfall, the plateau lakes located in the mountains have undergone earth-shaking changes.
In just one year, Fengjin Lake expanded several times. The lakeshore was submerged by accumulated water, and it was completely freed from its constraints. It expanded wantonly among the mountains and jungles, merged with the Lancang River which flowed into the Huangjiang River, and transformed into a boundless ocean.
The rolling mountains around the lake seem to have been chopped in half by an axe, and the bare tops are immersed in the cold lake water. They are fighting stubbornly and still persisting, but like ice cream cakes at room temperature, they can't escape the fate of melting and disappearing.
Water will rise, people will grow old, and steel washed by rain will become dull.
Although it had been well maintained and treated gently by its owner, the Wind Wing gradually faded as it swayed with the waves in the lake. The red and green hull was no longer bright, and the deck and guardrails were covered with rust.
Thunder roared and heavy rain poured down.
There was drizzling outside the window and the water in the lake was rippling. Counting the changes that had taken place in this year, Gu Mengran lowered his eyes slightly and a hint of sadness appeared between his brows.
"Time flies so fast, time really flies, time is like——"
"Gu Mengran! Where are you reciting poems? Where are the vegetables you picked?"
There is no time to be sad. The old man shouted from the kitchen to the living room. Gu Mengran shrank his neck and ran downstairs dejectedly.
After turning the corner of the stairs, Gu Mengran walked into the first floor hall with brisk steps. The fragrance of soil immediately hit him in the face, and a touch of lush green and a vibrant vegetable garden came into view.
A room full of foam boxes was neatly placed on the floor, with two rows of tomatoes on the left and two rows of eggplants on the right, all of which had already borne fruit. The fruits were still small and could not be picked, but looking at the number of fruits, well, the harvest must be good.
Walking further in, there is a large field of potatoes. The potatoes are growing very well, they are green and have lush and full leaves. They have even grown outside the box. They have big heads and small bodies, like clusters of lush green ivy.
The cucumbers and beans are still seedlings and have just started to grow vines. Liang Zhao and Zheng Yijie are standing on a folding ladder, one on each side, diligently building a rack for them.
At the innermost side of the hall, the most abundant vegetable is also the vegetable that Gu Mengran least wants to see - chayote.
The rack for the bitter melon had already been set up, and Liang Zhao and Zheng Yijie had good skills.
They used wooden and bamboo strips to build a simple curved vegetable rack under the ceiling. Vines climbed up from both sides, and leaves and fruits grew through the gaps, hanging in the air. At first glance, it looked like a pergola for summer shade.
The vines are densely packed with chayote fruits as thick as forearms. When you raise your head, they almost touch your face. The merchant is not lying. The yield is extraordinary. It truly interprets what it means to fill the vines with fruits.
These days, I eat chayote for every meal, stir-fried, scrambled eggs, or served cold...
Gu Mengran got a headache when he saw this thing.
In order to produce more bitter melons, they planted more than what is here. There are still a lot of them in the space, so much that even pigs can't eat them all.
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