the castration plan

Chapter 34 Spring and Winter Flowers in Jiangbei and Jiangnan

"Is it all right? Are you all right?" Bemuir poked his head from behind, bouncing around happily.

"We'll have to wait for a while." Lu He glanced at the black currant soup boiled on the electric ceramic stove. Before it thickened, he added some white sugar, then added lemon juice, stirred evenly, and let it cool for later use.

Bemuir was assigned the task of melting butter, and ended up looking so intently on his phone that the bottom of the pot began to smoke.

Lu He reluctantly took it, and elegantly mixed the baking powder, almond powder, and cinnamon powder into the butter in advance.

The batter was randomly smeared into the mold by Bemuir with a spatula, and the shape is really not flattering.He also insists on playing with piping bags and doesn't allow others to get his hands on his masterpieces.

While he was going to the bathroom, Lu He quietly took out the pie that had just been put in the oven, and successfully had a plastic surgery.

Baymuir was wearing thick white navy-style stockings, more than half of which fell off as he ran around, looking sloppy and cold.

Lu He reached out to lift it up for him, but was slapped off. He stared and said, "What are you doing? I'm suing you for molestation in marriage."

"There is no such crime." Lu He couldn't help laughing, and said matter-of-factly, "There is only marital rape."

These words seem to have no deep meaning.

Baymuir immediately launched a pillow attack at him, crumpled Lu He's well-tailored and extremely elegant dark clothes, and finally fell tired from playing, and fell into a thickly padded wicker chair.

Lu He handed him a glass of water, and he took a few sips like a kitten, then wiped his mouth on the other's shoulder, and said softly, "I'll sue you tomorrow."

"Well. I'll sue for you, and I won't defend myself. I'll let you lock me in." Lu He was pouring red wine, and turned his back to him.

Bemuir was quite satisfied with what he heard, put his feet on the step stool, played with his fingers and asked, "In my hometown, black currant sandwich pie is eaten for New Year's Eve, how did you know?"

Lu He hesitated for a while. It's not that he didn't know that answering like this was stupid, but he didn't want to deceive him: "Your sister told me that before."

Baymuir turned around, only the hiss of the air-conditioning bellows and the slight bubbling sound of the sea fish in the glass tank remained in the air.

"She and I broke up peacefully a long time ago, and it was before she went abroad." Fortunately, Lu He's explanation came quickly, "Xiao Lu, don't get me wrong, and don't let this become a knot between us, okay?"

Thinking of the babble he heard in his dream that day, he insisted even more that the problem must be solved once and for all, and no doubts could be left, leaving Baymuir alone to think wildly in pain.

"She had to get a marriage right away, and I needed more time to think about our relationship, so in the end it wasn't a good fit. Our plans for life were so different."

"I didn't lie to you with a single word, you can check everything with your sister."

Ask yourself, he actually respects Chao Mengsi far more than he loves her.If it is really an object of great love, how can he have brain space to weigh the pros and cons.

Baymuir took a deep breath, and a terrible guess grew bigger and bigger in his heart. His face turned blue from suffocation, and he turned his head and beat and cursed: "You are a big scumbag!"

Lu He was confused by him, and it took him a while to react, and he held his wrist: "I didn't, Xiaolu, you know I can't have premarital sex, and your sister is not that kind of girl. I also don't understand why she wants a flash marriage."

"It's been a long time, and I just want to start over with you now." Lu He said intently.

Lu He was kicked several times by him, but it didn't hurt much, and said: "From now on, everything is just between us, and it has nothing to do with outsiders."

Baymuir felt sore and hot, and couldn't say anything.

Just then the doorbell rang.

Mother Lu came to look for Baymuir, and seeing her son was there, she exclaimed several times.

"I have two tickets for the New Year's concert, but I have to accompany your father to meet friends in the evening, please help me digest it." She said.

Mother Lu looked at the two of them with a smile, and she had an extra heart: "Remember to take a few group photos for me, they are all good friends of mine from the past."

The atmosphere between these two people is very delicate. Those who have experienced family life cannot understand the smell of war, so Lu's mother left quickly and kindly.

Seeing the brisk look of his depressed mother, Lu He knew that it was inseparable from Bemuir's obedience to her, always making her happy with his wit and intelligence.

The concert was followed by an opera performance - The Magic Flute.

When Lu He asked him to talk, Bemuir muttered that he couldn't understand the lines, and he ahat every sentence in German, what kind of singing was it.

"I can tell you the plot." Lu He drove the car, looking at the unmoved Omega in the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye.

Lu He's lips curled up a little easily and naturally, and he began to repeat the lines he thought were very good.

"Omega is easy to go bad without Alpha."

"Omega is full of lies."

"What's wrong with an Alpha wanting an Omega, kissing, teasing, touching as long as I live."

Bemuir hated such remarks, and couldn't bear to listen to his frog-like clamor: "Aren't you a wise man, you think the farts of this kind of script are delicious hundreds of years ago? Papageno, what an idiot Personality."

But Lu He watched quietly, and continued to say without knowing what to do: "It is very meaningful for the times, and it is also of reference value even now, isn't it?"

"Do you understand?" Bemuir looked at his side face in amazement, and forcibly lowered the frequency to accommodate the stupidity of the other party, "You can see sexism in this kind of theme of punishing evil and promoting good? Saraste Luo is good, Queen of the Night is bad, do you understand that?"

"No, I don't understand German either." Lu He clenched the corners of his mouth tightly, but his eyes were already filled with smiles.

But Bemuir suddenly remembered that the eighth scene of the second act tonight, "The Flame of Vengeance Burns in My Heart", isn't Lu Mu's famous work?How could someone as filial as Lu He not be familiar with it?

The full and firm theme of F major starts from A, and gradually shifts to the high register after two measures. The continuous anxious ascending melody and leap form a dangerous and exciting emotional tone. Staccato and flute's competition.It is a coloratura cadenza that surpasses the human voice, and it is well-deserved as the most difficult track in the world.

And Baymuir is also very familiar with this play, in which the plaintive aria "The joy of love fades like the morning dew" is the original intention of his loathing of his own name.

Bemuir was so angry that his teeth itched, his face changed, and he threw the tissue box over with his hands: "Is it fun to play dumb?"

Lu He smiled patiently, looked at him very interestingly, and asked, "Yeah, is it fun to play dumb?"

Bemuir, who was hit by the aggressive method, was extremely annoyed.And Lu He drove the car to a secluded path, spread his palms in front of him, and let him have a good time.

But after hitting him, he was pulled into his arms for some reason.

"Little Lu, don't pretend to be yourself anymore, I know you have always been a good boy." Lu He smiled and sighed softly, like a six-stringed harp with rich melodies, "Everything is fine."

Baymuir suddenly resisted, twisting his body in his arms and struggling wildly, his outline stretched out with an unstoppable stubbornness: "Let go, let me go..."

But no matter how hard he beat, Lu He still held his waist forcefully, telling him not to be angry in a soft voice, but it was the tone of a powerful conqueror, and the gentle domineering was intoxicating.

For a person who is burned by the fire of longing, in the winter when the storm is strong, Alpha's body temperature is too easy to make people obsessed.

"What on earth are you going to do? What are you doing..." The slender wrist that Bamuir tried to break free was not much more powerful than a broken thread.

"I'm pursuing you." In the dead of night, the moonlight covered them in pure white tranquil clothes, and Lu He's voice floated into my ears, "I'm pursuing you very seriously."