Chapter 67:

"What does it mean! Can't it be understood that the management may have become kind? It's not because this lazy season has made him lazy too ... definitely not like this." Cobb's words grew softer, Even he has no confidence.
"is it?"
"What tone of disbelief, me, I believe in support."
"Can your beliefs and your understanding be equal?"
"No."
The barber shop in the town is not large, and several people have to take turns. Kobe, who finishes the hair first, is called a refreshing, and he also sends Chu Haoyu, Su Youyan, and the public standing outside the door. Chu Haoyu looked at Ying Xiujie through the glass door: "Yu Yan, do you want to learn the cute girls in the anime, tie two pigtails or tie a hair band?"
"I'm not an idiot."
Cobb nodded and agreed: "Whether it is anime or comics, the gap between reality and reality is too great. The animation looks very cute. If a real person makes it like a spring aunt, take the hairstyle as an example. It ’s long, slightly covering your eyes, and it ’s so handsome. In reality, only homeless and non-mainstream people will keep that hairstyle. This is a cruel reality. "
"JJ in BL comics is also very beautiful, but the reality is ..." Su Youyan squinted and looked at Chu Haoyu, Kebu, and Gong, and Kobu covered his important parts with his hands: "Don't burst out amazing words!"
Grandpa asked: "What hairstyle does Cobb like for boys?"
Cobb frowned, ruling out nasty long hair, covering his eyes, leaving a large sloppy, thick, docile, and split head in front of him, and the rest was…. He pushed open the glass door and Cobb lifted At the beginning, he froze, the shredded and refreshed hair was stained with a light halo by the orange sunset, as if he was desperately setting off that clean, undyed face, thinking that he had grown good enough, but he did not expect But it looks better. Hasn't this person been watching for six years? not good! Heartbeat, very heartbeat, throbbing chest, Cobb worried that the huge sound would make the whole world hear, what should I do? The more I want to press, the more enthusiastic.
Tan Su Youyan helped Kobu answer Gong's question: "The type he likes is already obvious."
He Zhili went to Cobb, stretched out his hand, bent his and thumb and bounced on Cobb's forehead slightly: "Stuck you?"
"Don't tell you."
Ying Xiujie had completely darkened his hair after dyeing his hair. A group of people laughed at each other ’s hairstyle, and Cobb and the manager walked behind him. From time to time, Cobb would look at the side of the manager, hateful, good-looking, It's really good looking, the branching is good looking.
对 "By the way, no matter how good-looking a girl's underwear is, you must restrain her urge to take it off." Suddenly, a long topic came up, because Cobb wanted to find a way to soothe the restless heart.
"Although I do n’t wear underwear, I do n’t coquettish, I do n’t have cute dresses, I do n’t make loving lunches for you, and of course I do n’t have a baby for you. However, this does not mean that I am worse than a girl. I miss you It should be very clear. "Cobb bit his lower lip and said that Zhili didn't speak. His dim eyes couldn't see Zhili's expression. Since he could see it clearly, it was hard to figure out.
"Am I too selfish, too capricious, too much control?" Cobb asked weakly, and reached out and rubbed Cobb's hair: "I'm starting to speak idiots again."
什么 "What! Want to fight, right?" Cobb rolled up his sleeves and looked ready to fight back.
所以 "So I said ..."
所以 "So you say ???"
"In front of me…"
"in front of you??"
"You can be more selfish, more willful, and more in control."
Cobb was standing in place, with beautiful light flashing in the dark eyes in the dark. The manager took a few steps to find that Cobb did not follow, turned his head to the side, stared at Cobb, Cobb rushed up and hugged him Management of the arm.
"Why."
"Take care of the season of spring."
Hunchun wears through the night, always penetrating, slightly warm wind, slightly warm moonlight, slightly warm atmosphere, slightly warm atmosphere, slightly warm you, slightly warm me, and slightly warm love.

63. Recalling Article 3: It was very young then
The middle school is a delicate age, and everything is about to move. Beginning to learn rebellion, to learn to be sentimental, to start admiring the freedom and freedom of adults, and to start doing something stupid. Cobb was a rather lazy guy, and he had to wait until the last minute to do anything. Whether it was washing clothes or other things, even peeing had to stand up to the point where he could no longer bear it.
It's been a month since the distance and the exchanges with the support team. As if this had never happened, life is still going on normally. It is really incredible to think that the baby girl of the whole school girl is her lover's identity. He pushed away the review materials piled up in front of him, and lay bored at the window, and the noisy noises downstairs continued. Cobb turned his eyes to a pair of men and women. The childish boy teased her favorite girl, pulled her hair, and annoyed her. The girl chased him angrily. At this age of being curious about love, everyone is eager to try. Innocence can not stand the scrutiny of time. Slowly, fantasy, desire, and attachment will become more and more blurred. Those who once only stayed at the age they once were. Cobb set aside his innocence prematurely. He even despised children around him who thought the world was beautiful, but this disdain was mixed with envy and contradictions.
He moved his gaze to the corner again, and there was a beautiful boy sitting on a bench. His fair skin and long eyelashes were beating with his eyes. The handsome face was a good interpretation of the word beauty. The boy was sitting in the shadow, The legs are bent, the sketchbook is placed on the knees, and there is no expression on the face, non-happy or angry, elusive but has great appeal. Even Cobb couldn't help sighing that he was obviously a boy, but he was more beautiful than any girl. What kind of man would this manager be in a few years? Cobb couldn't imagine it. It turned out that he liked drawing, but now I know that he doesn't seem to understand the management at all, what he likes, what he doesn't like. Before meeting the manager, Cobb did not even think about the existence of such a relationship between the two boys. After meeting the manager, he did not hate or hate the name of maintaining the weak relationship between the two.
He grabbed the review materials on the table and smashed them in the direction of the branch. The data fell under the branch. He didn't even lift his eyelids and continued to paint. Cobb flattened his mouth and picked up another review material, all ignored by the support. Cobb couldn't bear it: "Hey, the one downstairs."
"I don't accept rude conversations," the branch said lightly.
This guy's character is even worse than he thought! !!
"Support, ask you a very important question."
"Say it."
"Remember my name?" Strangely, what was this slightly nervous mood?
Zhili finally raised his head, the face in the shadow, his eyes collided, Cobb lying upstairs at the window, holding the sketchbook downstairs, he paused for a moment: "Who are you?" He forgot? He had forgotten, is this guy the type of natural slowness in the legend? Was your initial judgment wrong?
Cobb grabbed the review materials angrily and threw them down: "I'm your long-lost father !!!"