The more he thought about it, the more tears involuntarily fell down his face. This whole series of actions completely baffled Wang Yong; he had never seen anyone who could change their expression so easily.
"You brat, whenever there are other people around, you pretend to be weak and tell everyone that this old man is bullying you."
"I'm going in first. Don't try to sneak away. Come in and help later."
Tang Zheming's grandfather looked at his grandson, who was crying, and sighed. His grandson had never shown any masculinity since he was a child.
I thought I'd become a bit more masculine as I grew up, but I've become more and more limp and weak.
Tang Zheming glanced at his idol Wang Yong, then lowered his head and cried. How could he be so unlucky today, losing face so badly in front of his idol?
Zhou Rui stepped forward and handed him a tissue, "Little friend, wipe it off."
Tang Zheming looked up and took the tissue. Just as he was about to say thank you, he saw that it was Zhou Rui who had given him the tissue. He excitedly put his hands together and bowed to Zhou Rui.
His action startled Zhou Rui, who said awkwardly, "Kid, the way you express your gratitude here is really unique."
He Muchen put his arm around Zhou Rui's shoulder and said gently, "Wife, let's go."
"He Muchen..." Tang Zheming called out.
He Muchen glanced at him and gave him a polite smile.
Wang Yong approached Tang Zheming defiantly, leaning down to look at him, "Kid, I'm a celebrity too, don't you recognize me?"
The moment froze, even the leaves on the surrounding trees stopped fluttering.
Tang Zheming looked up and saw the person he often dreamed of was now approaching him. He imitated his dream, hooking his arms around the person's neck and kissing him with his eyes closed.
Wang Yong stared in disbelief. Had his first kiss been stolen by a complete stranger?
Zhou Rui and He Muchen stood aside, staring in astonishment at the two. Zhou Rui asked He Muchen curiously, "Honey, do they know each other?"
"They probably don't know each other. I've never heard Wang Yong say he has a girlfriend. If he did, would he be rushing us to come to the Matchmaker Temple with him so early in the morning?"
"That's right, we're standing right here at the Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon."
"Then what are they..."
"Honey, I think we should go back and get some sleep first." He Muchen put his arm around his shoulder.
"Wait a minute, honey, let me take a picture to remember this moment."
Zhou Rui took a picture of Wang Yong being kissed in public, and after taking the picture, he left with He Muchen.
Wang Yong didn't know what was going on, but he didn't push away the little devil who was kissing him with his eyes closed.
After the little devil finished kissing him, he closed his eyes, hugged his waist, pressed his face against his chest, and enjoyed it with his eyes closed.
Why did he feel like he was taken advantage of in public?
...
"Have you finished enjoying yourself?"
Tang Zheming hugged his waist, snuggled against him, and pouted, saying, "Not yet."
"Little friend, it seems like we don't know each other." Wang Yong was being hugged by him, his hands still raised, not daring to put them down.
"It's okay, it's enough that I know you, it's okay if you don't know me." After saying that, Tang Zheming felt that something was not quite right, as if he didn't really want to dream.
She immediately released Wang Yong's waist, reached out and pinched Wang Yong's arm. Wang Yong cried out in pain, "Are you crazy? You're kissing, hugging and pinching me all at once."
Wang Yong just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible; it was too scary, and he wanted to go back to find his mother.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I originally wanted to pinch myself, but I was afraid I wouldn't feel anything, so I pinched you to see if you really are me."
"Of course I'm real, how could I be fake?"
Wang Yong really didn't want to stay here for another second. He touched his lips, sighed, and thought, "This doesn't count as my first kiss. I'll just consider it as being bitten by a dog."
Does he still want to save his first kiss for his future partner?
Tang Zheming pulled Wang Yong, who was about to leave, and stammered, "Can I take a picture with you? I've liked you for a long time."
Are you my fan?
"Could he be a fake fan?"
"No, I'm your biggest fan."
"Then why did you pinch me so hard? Would a true fan really pinch their idol?"
Wang Yong really didn't expect that this seemingly weak little brat could actually pinch people with such strength.
They pinched his arm so hard it hurt. If he hadn't cried out in pain, that brat probably would have pinched a piece of flesh off his arm.
"It's a misunderstanding, I really didn't mean to pinch you."
"I just want to know if you're really true."
"Then why don't you pinch yourself? Isn't it common for people to pinch themselves to prove whether they're dreaming or not?"
"You're trying to prove you're not dreaming by attacking others. You've got a really clever plan."
Wang Yong leaned closer to his face, "Were you deliberately trying to get my attention by kissing, hugging, and pinching me?"
Tang Zheming blushed nervously and said, "I...I...didn't."
"But that doesn't work on me. I don't like people who are scheming. I like kind and innocent people."
Tang Zheming felt like he was about to smash himself to death with a sledgehammer. Not only was he humiliated by being seen by his idol and having his ear pulled, but his idol also misunderstood him as a scheming person.
"Oh, by the way, what did your grandfather ask you to do?"
Tang Zheming thought Wang Yong never wanted to talk to him again, so he immediately replied, "He asked me to help him sell red ribbons and also help customers hang up the matchmaking tree."
"Red ribbon?"
"Yes, that is, they come here to write their wishes on red ribbons, and then hang them on the Matchmaker Tree."
"Where is it? Can you hang one up for me too?" Wang Yong leaned closer to him, showing off his neat teeth with a smile, his dimples making him look incredibly charming.
Tang Zheming swallowed hard, his face flushing red, "Okay~"
"Let's go then." Wang Yong grabbed his wrist and strode towards the Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon.
Tang Zheming followed behind him, looking at his broad back and seeing the dimples on his smiling face. He really wanted to reach out and poke them.
He smiled happily. Sure enough, praying to a picture of He Muchen's boyfriend, Zhou Rui, every day actually worked. His idol suddenly appeared in his life.
Even though my idol doesn't like me, I'm still content.
"Hello, hello..."
"ah..."
"What are you thinking about? I asked you if red ribbons are for sale?"
"Oh, come with me..."
Tang Zheming led Wang Yong to the backyard of the statue of the Old Man Under the Moon, where Tang Zheming's grandfather was busy writing the wishes of the guests on red ribbons.
Wang Yong was stunned when he saw the long queue. He swallowed hard. "Am I not going to get a turn today?"
"You don't need to queue, I'll get it for you. Just wait for me over there where no one is."
Tang Zheming pointed to an empty spot next to the Matchmaker Tree and told him to wait for him there.
Looking at Tang Zheming's thin figure, Wang Yong sighed, "It's so nice to have acquaintances! I don't even need to queue for this."
Tang Zheming secretly took a red cloth strip from his grandfather and ran up to Wang Yong.
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