Chapter 107:

It's like a little honeymoon.
And this time, holding hands and walking together is different from last time. At that time, it was still a fake couple, and now it is married.
Xiao Yan is still a responsible and responsible play, only you can't think of it, no he has never played.
Chu Hao asked him.
Yan Yanchen said: "Before, I was young and frivolous. I didn't want to go home when I was on vacation. I played with them and I played around. I used to come here, when I was ten years old. There is a pub there, that station. The singing is very good, I don’t know if I am still there, I will take you to see."
Chu Yu feels that Yan Chenchen seems to like these adventures very much and asks: "Is the singer very beautiful?"
Yan Yanchen squatted and laughed: "It’s a fat uncle."
Chu Hao is embarrassed.
They walked into the street alleys, followed by an uneven stone step, pushed the wooden door open, and several people were quietly drinking or whispering, some playing an old piano, and playing the guitar. A thin girl is singing. Sure enough, but Yan Yan did not feel surprised.
The two dads ordered two glasses of wine.
They haven’t been drinking for a long time. They used to drink two glasses in the business. However, when he saw Yan’s father as a father, he kept his rules, drunk, and did not smoke. He couldn’t even be younger than his light. .
In fact, they have endured for a long time. Two people are unaware of it. A few glasses of wine are under the belly. Chu Yan feels that his body is hot and his brain is also feverish. He asks: "Small sister, how much wine did you drink that time? Are you wrong?"
Yan Yanchen saw his drinking red lips and bowed his head: "I can't remember, but I didn't get drunk. I really want to get drunk. How hard is it? When I get water, I probably drink." Woke up."
Chu Yu asked: "Then you still sleep me? The danger of taking people?"
蔺 尘 尘 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要 不要
Chu Yutou was a little dizzy, put his elbows on the table, held his face with his hands, and smiled at the flames: "Whoever makes your mouth full of oil, I am suspicious."
Two people are talking, the singer changed the song - "Scarborough Fair."
Yan Yanchen and Chu Yu suddenly have some uncomfortable.
Yan Yanchen whispered to Chu: "How? Hey? I remember that after you gave me a sleeping pill, I was groggy and heard you singing to me."
Chu Yu was a slogan for a moment, and felt that he couldn’t help himself. He remembered his mood at that time and still felt uncomfortable. He said with no conviction: "I felt that I really wanted to die."
The singer’s song is finished.
Yan Yanchen took a few banknotes from the wallet, pressed it under the finished wine glass, pushed it to the boss, and said a few words with the foreign language that Chu Yu could not understand.
Chu Yu asked: "Is it so expensive to drink here?"
Yan Yanchen did not answer, only kissed him, went down from the high stool, and took the jacket off to Chu
Chu Yu: "?"
Chu Yu’s gaze went with the flames of the flames, and he saw him walking straight to the piano.
The original pianist gave up the position, and the flame dust applied to sit down, squatting on the sleeves, and the slender fingers were gently placed on the black and white keys, and tried a few sounds.
Chu looked at him curiously, only to see Yan Yan dust raised his head and looked at him, smiled and said: "Look at me."
Chu Yu returned with a smile: "I am watching you."
Although the people in the bar couldn't understand what they were talking about, they probably understood what happened. A pair of dogs and men were in the air.
The fingertips of Yan Yanchen flowed out of a lyrical melody. He cleared his throat and sang it:
"i\'lltellyousomething
I want to tell you something.
Ithinkyou\'llunderstand
I think you will understand
Whenisaythatsomething
Iwannaholdyourhand
When I said to you, I want to hold your hand
Ohpleasesayme
Thatyou\'llmyman
Please tell me, you will be my man.
Andpleasesayme
You\'llletholdyourhand
And please tell me, you will let me hold your hand.
Iwannaholdyourhand
Causewhenyoutouchme
Ifeelhappyinside
I want to hold your hand, because when you touch me, I feel happy.
It’ssuchafeelingthatlove
Ican\'thide
This feeling is love, I can't hide it.
Iwannaholdyourhand
I want to hold your hand
......"
The Beatles' famous song "iwantholdyourhand", this song is the Beatles' American crown, and Paul wrote to his then girlfriend Jane. However, Yan Yanchen changed slightly and sang slowly and long. His voice was thick and clean, because he sang for his lover, full of rich feelings and singing very moving.
Although Chu Yu did not understand why he suddenly sang love songs, but this romance, always touched people.
As soon as the song was sung, the guests present in the room burst into the palm of their hand. If it wasn’t because the flame was a guest, it was estimated that they could receive a counter of a hat.
In the applause, the boss spoke in English and Chu: "Your boyfriend is really good at singing. If he didn't see it, it wouldn't be the person I could stay. I want to ask him to sing here."
"No, he is not my boyfriend." Chu Yu smiled.
boss:"?"
Chu Yu put another hand with a wedding ring on the table, let the boss see the ring on the ring finger, and said lightly: "He is my husband."
Chu's chest seems to be expanding rapidly, as if to crack up.
Um... This is a swell of his heart, a sense of superiority that cannot be contained.
A little embarrassed.
Chu Yu looked at the flames of the flames, and the flames of the flames came back. The lights were on the top of his head, and the orange lights were like a golden rim on him.
Yan Yanchen is also watching Chu, drunkenness, his nose and cheeks are red, and the usual fierce gas field is melted, becoming very soft, so cute.
Chu said to him: "How come you suddenly ran to sing?"
Yan Yanchen asked: "Is it nice?"
Chu Yu blushes red: "Good."
They paid for the money, took their hands and left, and got back on the cruise.
The night view of the Danube River is exceptionally beautiful, with lights on the water, like a falling star.
The night wind is cold, and the flames of the cockroaches put a hand of Chu Yu in his pocket. If it is not inconvenient, he is willing to put the whole person in the arms of Chu.
Yan Yanchen sang two or three times "iwantholdyourhand" to Chu Yu, and Chu Yu listened and sang, followed by two sentences.
Yan Yanchen immediately praised him: "You sing really nice."
He boasted blushing, his level of singing, and his own heart.
Yan Yanchen said: "I feel that I must sing a song, otherwise I always remember the first "Scarborough Fair."
Chu Hao clenched his hand: "I'm sorry, I let you sing, it hurts you like a throat."
Yan Yanchen stopped at the footsteps, the wind blew his hair, soft light on his young face, a rare exclamation: "Auntie, you are like me, like a wind, I Forced to tie you around."
Chu lived.
Yan Yanchen and his openness: "I have mentioned once, if you have children, you will not necessarily be willing to marry me. There are children, you did not agree immediately... I am busy at work, not as romantic as before. Compared with a man of your age, it is not mature enough. I know that I am trying hard to do it, but sometimes it is not doing well. I am sometimes afraid that you will dislike me. I am too old to dislike me. I am bored, don't want me. So we know the second anniversary, I want to take you out to play, like the year."
Chu stunned for a while, but did not expect that many of the worries of Yan Yanchen and his heart were exactly the same, so that he could not help but laughed twice.
Yan Yanchen panicked: "You don't laugh at me... I have never dared to say, I am worried that you laugh at me and feel that I am not mature."
Chu Wei: "No, I think so."
Yan Yan dust frowned: "How do you think? Do you really think that I am bored? Or do you think I am not mature?"
Chu Yu shook his head: "I feel like you are like a gust. I sometimes think that a free man like you is by me halfway, I have done something bad."
The flames are different: "How come?"
Chu Yi one piece: "Look, we are playing together to know each other, you will play anything, love freedom and excitement, is not a prodigal son?"
Yan Yanchen hurriedly defended: "How can I be a prodigal son? I used to drift and park. I have no reservation, I want to park next to you."
Chu Yu: "I am afraid that you will one day say that I have imprisoned your freedom."
Yan Yanchen paused for a while, organized the language, and stared at Chu’s eyes: "I don't think I am not free. I am a free man. I always wanted to find someone to be with him. A person who will be more free. Auntie, you are that person."
Chu Yu took the initiative to kiss him: "With you, I also feel very free."
He asked: "Small, I let you make you feel uneasy, you tell me."
蔺 尘 尘 尘 闷 闷 闷 闷 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘 尘I am right."
Chu Yu Ren Jun can not help: "Because this is this? This... But if you bring it down next time, I still have to say you. But in fact, I really like you to bring children, when you are taken, they are quiet and well-behaved. It’s better to be happy with you. Isn’t it? I’ve been laughing when I’m with you.

Yan Yanchen "Well" said: "The last time I was too happy to laugh, I almost had an asthma attack."
Chu Wei: "..."
Chu Yu regrets: "The atmosphere is romantic."
The flame dust bear hugged him, and Chu Yu smelled the alcohol on his body.
Yan Yanchen stupidly said: "Auntie, I love you very much. You love me a little more."
Chu Yu hugged him back and hid his hot face in the flames of the flame: "I know... how much wine did you drink? Is it drunk and drunk?"
The author has something to say: I don’t know why, I feel that I must sing another love song with a good meaning.
Thanks for the cold dew, lwh0827x2, the small rainbow hat x2, the feathers, the little swallows flying, the flying x2, the 本, the big lady, the fascinating feather, the one thousand miles, the Wu Yi, the Wu Hao are also the third brother, Wanchai Wharf 24,176,233, white night mud, fried chicken want to see the little liar's breeze, radish, six books, musk oolong tea, food, heavy rain mines
Thanks to Xiaozhi, Haiyan’s grenade
Thanks for not being too angry, the rocket launcher