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 unwell.

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 more uncomfortable at night, and his shoulders would ache 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 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 restaurant 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, 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. Not knowing what was going on, Zheng Yijie yelled at the top of his voice, "Hey, where are you going! Don't run away, come back quickly, I'm almost winning!"

“Don’t run? If you don’t run, you won’t win the game, but you’ll have no target, ha ha ha ha…” The old man sitting on the sofa took pleasure in the misfortune and laughed out loud while holding a teacup.

"I'm so angry! This is the hand 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 gap of the door.

He knew who it was without thinking. Gu Mengran was furious and wanted to say something to him, but when he raised his head, Liang Zhao's face with clear outlines 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 look good to him. His face fell and he pouted, "Why are you coming over here again? Didn't you see me just now?"

"I saw it, but I pretended not to see it because I wanted you to call me, but I didn't expect you to just leave." Liang Zhao smiled and said in a flattering tone, "Let me in."

"Pretending? I'm almost feeling sick, and you're still in the mood to joke with me!" Gu Mengran glared at him and put his hand against the door to prevent him from coming in, but he had no 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. 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? Do you have a cough--"

"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 this, Gu Mengran realized something was wrong and immediately asked, "No, can't you see that I'm not feeling well?"

Liang Zhao shook his head honestly: "No."

"Okay! You don't care at all, do you? I didn't eat much for dinner because I was feeling sick, but you didn't 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's body temperature. Liang Zhao stroked his fingertips and suddenly took a half step forward. He 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 looked away inadvertently, "Will you?"

"Give me a chance, I can learn." Liang Zhao followed his gaze.

The distance shortened a little bit, 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 blowing dry 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 faint minty scent, the scent of shampoo and shower gel wafting from Gu Mengran's body. 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 casual posture and was completely defenseless against him, and his body temperature inexplicably rose.

It was within 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 responsible masseur.

It was a fairly acceptable technique, with almost no effort required.

After pressing a few times, Gu Mengran on the pillow laughed and muttered softly: "Didn't you have a full meal tonight, Liang Zhao? Why are you so weak? Or did you do it on purpose - ouch, hiss."

Before Gu Mengran could finish his words, the hand on the back of his neck suddenly pinched him hard.

In fact, it didn't take much effort, but Gu Mengran was overworked, his muscles were tired, and a lot of lactic acid accumulated. He didn't feel anything when he was pinched lightly, 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."

Gu Mengran, who was buried in the pillow, instantly put on a mask of pain and wailed with grimace, 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 became 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, soothing him softly, "Okay, don't move around. Proper 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.

It's no use using force, I can't defeat Liang Zhao's strength, so -

The man who was struggling desperately suddenly stopped moving and buried his face in the pillow again, as if he had completely compromised. But his shoulders were shaking violently and his back was shaking, 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 didn't say a word, and his body was shaking even more violently. Liang Zhao panicked for a moment, then leaned over to the pillow and gently stroked his hairy head with his palm, "Okay, okay, I won't press it if it hurts. My technique is too poor, and I shouldn't torture 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 agile as a loach. He turned around suddenly and grabbed Liang Zhao's neck when he was not prepared.

Grievance? Crying? Not happening. Gu Mengran’s mouth was almost stretched to his ears.

He put his hands around Liang Zhao's neck and pulled him forward, the smile in his eyes getting deeper and deeper, "I just said, compensation. Your skills are really too poor, it hurts so much, I need to charge you some mental damages."

Liang Zhao chuckled. He was lying 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 thought that Gu Mengran would say -

"Don't leave at night, sleep here." Gu Mengran was not at all shy, smiling, and looked him straight in the face.

The clear eyes were filled with expectation. Liang Zhao was distracted for a moment. He reached out to brush away the strands of hair on his forehead, and his fingertips gently touched his soft cheeks. "Meng Ran, this is inappropriate."

"Even good friends can sleep together, 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 again.

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 his forehead lightly with a faint smile on his face. "I'm not very familiar with the business and I'm still learning. Can you give me some more time?"

After saying this, Liang Zhao pinched Gu Mengran's shoulders and pulled him forward, pulling him into 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, and the lakeshore was submerged by accumulated water. Completely freed from its shackles, it expanded wantonly among the mountains and forests, merged with the Lanjiang River which flowed into the Huangjiang River, and turned into a boundless ocean.

The rolling mountains around the lake seem to have been chopped off in half by an axe, and the bare mountaintops are immersed in the icy lake water. They are resisting and still holding on, but they are like ice cream cakes at room temperature - they will eventually melt and disappear.

Water will rise, people will grow old, and steel washed by rain will become dull.

Although it had been well maintained and treated tenderly by its owner, the Wind Wing had gradually faded as it swayed with the waves in the lake. The red and green hull was no longer bright, and the deck and railings were rusted.

There was a roar of thunder and heavy rain poured down.

There was drizzling outside the window and the water was rippling in the lake. 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 feel sad about the passing of time. The old man yelled from the kitchen to the living room. Gu Mengran shrank his neck and ran downstairs dejectedly.

Turning the corner of the stairs, Gu Mengran walked briskly into the lobby on the first floor. The fragrance of soil immediately filled his face, and a touch of lush green and a vibrant vegetable garden came into view.

A room full of foam boxes were neatly placed on the floor. Two rows of tomatoes on the left and two rows of eggplants on the right had already fallen. The fruits were still small and could not be picked, but looking at the number of fruits, well, the harvest must be good.

Further inside is a large field of potatoes. The potatoes are growing very well, lush and green, with lush leaves. They have even grown outside the box. They have big heads and small bodies, like clusters of lush green potatoes.

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, holding wooden sticks, one on each side, diligently and conscientiously building a frame for them.

At the innermost part 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 your forearm. If you look up, they almost hit your face. The merchant is not lying. The output is extraordinary. It truly interprets what it means to fill the racks with fruits.

These past few days, I've been eating chayote for every meal, stir-fried, scrambled eggs, or served cold...

Gu Mengran gets a headache when he sees this thing.

As for the production of chayote, they have planted more than what we see here. There are still a lot of them in the space, so much that even pigs can't eat them all.