There were a lot of bicycles in front of them, as if the factory next to them was just about to start working. The men and women were wearing uniform clothes that were not gray or blue, and gathered together in front of the car, occupying most of the road. The driver pressed the horn twice, but it was useless, but the workers looked at the car curiously for several times, but no one allowed them.

It was nothing strange. During work hours, the driver had to roll open the window and lit a cigarette himself.

After following Kan Jun for a long time, he was also brought out to smoking. But he was not as good as a man. The ordinary cigarette was slender and had a bit of a scent.

He spit out the smoke rings outside the window, looked at the crowd outside laughing and riding over the bike, and suddenly asked, "Hey, brother, have you found a partner?"

Kan Jun's eyelids suddenly raised in the back seat, and Kou Qiu said: "No."

He said: "I'm still young."

"What are you young?" The driver shook his cigarette. "In the village, we should have children... In other words, these are the key points in the city. It is almost time for the young men of seventeen or eighteen to take a look."

He sighed.

"Don't be like me then, I'm 26. I'm thinking of having a wife and a child when I go home, I'll all dream..."

The female worker passing by was shy and timidly pounding the arm of the man beside her. The driver looked at her, her eyes were obviously full of envy.

"How great! He is white, has a good figure, and knows the cold and hot," he said. "The girls in the provincial capital universities are also pretty good. If someone doesn't like you as a rural person, you should consider it, find one first and look everywhere-"

Kan Jun tapped his fingers on the window ridge, and his voice was cold and he could not hear the joy and anger.

"Does Fang Yang want to find a partner?"

He used the full name, and Kou Qiu's temple jumped and said, "No."

Kan Jun didn't look at him, frowned and his eyes fell in front of him.

"If you want to," he said, "there are a lot of pretty little girls here."

Kou Qiu's forehead jumped even harder.

The driver in the front seat couldn't hear the unique meaning in this sentence, and was still saying: "That's right, Director Kan usually knows many people and meets many people. He loves you so much, brother, please let Director Kan help you look at it. Maybe there is a suitable one?"

Old Cadre Kou said confidently: "No."

The man laughed, not reaching his eyes at all, "Why not?"

Kou Qiu didn't say anything, but just looked at him with his eyes.

Just this glance made Kan Jun feel inexplicably seen through.

This feels quite strange.

He closed his eyes, didn't say anything, and leaned his head back on the backrest of the back seat. The crowd outside finally dispersed a little, and the driver also began to step on the accelerator again and accelerated slowly.

There are actually not many cars on the road. He arrived at the bottom of the building very early, so he helped open the car door, and then said, "Director Kan, then I'll go back first?"

Kan Jun wore a dark sweater, and the thin coat on the outside was already a bit of a prototype of a descendant windbreaker. The sweater was a high-necked one, which made him look more and more serious and depressed, revealing a bit of inhumaneness. He nodded lightly, then turned his head to look at Kou Qiu.

Kou Qiu stood at the bottom of the building, still looking up with his head raised.

"Uncle Kan, is this?"

He has never been to this place, and it is not very far from the university, only two streets away. The building is very new and painted very fashionable. He blinked and could see the sunlight reflected from the windows that had not yet been installed with anti-theft windows.

Kan Jun said: "I bought a house."

He took Kou Qiu up and walked all the way to the fourth floor. The room was big and the decoration inside was grand. The black, white and gray tones were clean and not messy. Kou Qiu followed him through the entrance hall and looked at it curiously for several times.

Good.

Compared with the kind of earthen houses in rural areas, they are just like heaven and underground.

The man said, "Look inside."

He also opened the bedroom door.

The original three bedroom and one living room house is actually only one for use in the bedroom. One is a pure study, and the other house contains washing machines and debris. It is not as big as two master bedrooms, and it is full of stuffed. Kou Qiu saw that there was a man's suit hanging in the bedroom and asked, "Uncle Kan, are you going to live here?"

Kan Jun said: "Yes."

He closed the door and his voice was faint.

"You must come and live too."

You said it.

Kou Qiu: "But the other room is full of things."

The man lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa, and spit out a cigarette ring.

"Um."

He paused and added the second half, "So, live with me."

Kou Qiu: "..."

The man's lips were very thin, but the shape was full. When he was holding a cigarette, the thin and long piece was held in his mouth, and sometimes he could bite a little mark on his head. No matter how he looked, it had an indescribable smell. At this moment, Kan Jun turned his eyes away and did not look at him.

But even if I didn't see it, the atmosphere in this room was still weird.

It was inexplicably hot.

Kou Qiu called him: "Uncle, stop smoking so much cigarettes."

Even if he has a charm of abstinence and maturity when smoking, he cannot let Kan Jun smoke at such a frequency, two packs of land a day. He may have been under great pressure these days, and Kan Jun's cigarette has never been away from his hands. He can carry two or three lighters with him. Kou Qiu frowned and walked straight to him, smoking the cigarette from his mouth outward, "It's not good for his health."

The man's arm moved and grabbed his wrist.

"Fang Yang," he shouted his name, with a deep look, "When will you be able to take care of uncle?"

Kou Qiu ignored him, ignored the confinement on his wrist, and still pulled the cigarette out with all his strength.

"It's easy to get sick if you smoke too much, and it's not that uncle doesn't understand," he leaned closer and smelled it a little, his nose was filled with the special smell of tobacco, "and it smelled bad."

The man's eyebrows suddenly trembled, and he raised his eyelids to look at him.

The smoke rings sprinkled on the boy's face.

"Smells bad, huh?"

Old Cadre Kou said: "Yes."

Kan Jun didn't say anything, but just stretched out his fingers and snuffed out the cigarette biting from his mouth. His eyes looked at the boy. At this time, when the distance was close and close, he could see clearly the self in the other party's pupil. Kou Qiu's pupils were brown, light in color, like a piece of amber, frozen the man's figure inside; Kan Jun's eyes were dark, and it seemed that he could stir up storms at first glance."

Kan Jun said: "You are still young and don't care about your uncle."

Kou Qiu disagreed and frowned even more.

After a while, I didn't know what I was thinking, the man suddenly laughed in a low voice.

"Fang Yang," he said, "do you really want to care?"

Kou Qiu nodded, "Yes."

We have to live a good life. If something goes wrong with men's health, how can they live a good life?

Kan Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, their eyelashes were very long, but they were not upturned. They were thick and dense, as dense as two vertical small fans. There were traces left on his forehead because of long-term worries. Even if he didn't frown, there were two shallow dents on the skin. He said, "Fang Yang, come here."

Kou Qiu obediently came over.

They were already close, and they were even closer. There was not much distance between their faces, and the breath was sprayed on each other's faces as they spoke.

"Fang Yang," Kan Jun's voice was still stable, "You have to eat candy when you quit smoking."

Kou Qiu reached out and was about to touch the candy on the table, but the man pressed his shoulder. Kan Jun looked at him and pursed his thin lips.

"Ordinary candy is useless to uncle."

The boy opened his eyes slightly widened and looked at him. The breath on his body was very light, the smell of soap. Kan Jun smelled the smell and his voice became slightly hoarse.

“Yangyang…”

He changed his name, unprecedented.

"You've grown up."

“——Open your mouth.”

When my lips opened, something else was slowly pressed up without refusal and slowly put it into my mouth. It was not very intense, and I simply touched it a few times and was pulled away again.

Kou Qiu closed his eyes, his mouth full of smell of cigarettes.

Kan Jun took it back, still looking at him.

Kou Qiu licked the corner of his mouth and complained: "It still smells bad."

He doesn't like the smell of this cigarette very much, and even if he is fed in such an intimate time, he feels it is not good to smell.

The man laughed.

His hand was placed on the back of Kou Qiu's head, firmly fixing the head of the boy in front of him, and staring at the other person's eyes.

"Just want to say this?"

Kou Qiu nodded.

The man said, "Yangyang, you have been with me."

It's talking about Cha Gong.

Kou Qiu was very sure, "But Uncle has nowhere to live."
To be continued...