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Tangtang seemed to be scalded by the sudden heat, her toes suddenly tensed, and then slowly relaxed in Tang Qingyi's palm.

Tang Qing also dragged the cotton under Tang Tang's feet.

Tang Tang stepped on the cotton mop, clasped her fingertips on the edge of the bed, lowered her eyes and Tang Qing also looked at each other.

"Still thinking about the chorus?" Tang Qing also asked.

Tangtang's eyes were soft and hot, and she answered in a low voice, "Yes."

"I can memorize the lyrics, but I can't understand the accompaniment. It's very strange to sing."

Tang Tang's sensitivity to music is very low, as can be seen from her clumsiness when she and Tang Qingyi were learning the piano.

Tang Qing also didn't comfort her, just nodded and said: "I see."

Afterwards, Tangtang found a blower to blow Tang Qingyi's hair, and carefully combed the ends of her hair.

She had planned to read a book under the blanket with Tang Qingyi as usual, but was disrupted by Tang Qingyi's kiss in the end.

On New Year's Eve, the performance class was waiting in the background.

There are also two dance programs, so four or five little white swans are crowded in the dressing room.

"We can't move our hands here. Those students who can sing in the chorus can do it a little bit by themselves." The teacher in charge raised his voice.

Tang Qing also found a corner with the girl and stood there.

She gently lifted Tangtang's chin with two fingers, and slowly applied lipstick to her soft lips.

Tang Tang's eyes fell on her lips.

After waiting for a time for a cross talk, they simply lined up after taking the stage, and Tang Qing also stood behind Tang Tang.

The prelude sounded.

Tangtang dropped her finger on the back of her waist.

She concentrated her energy to feel Tang Qingyi's movement, and after a while, her vertebrae were pressed gently.

Tang Tang spoke in time and joined the chorus.

A fresh and brisk youth song, full of longing, longing, regret and nostalgia.

Tang Tang didn't care to feel these emotions.

Tang Qingyi's breath was so close to her, wrapping her around.

Tang Tang couldn't help recalling how they were closer.

Tang Qing also held her face, rubbed the corners of her lips with his fingertips, and pressed the tip of his tongue against her front teeth.

"This word is sung a beat longer than the others."

"One shot..." Tang Qing also kissed her, panting slightly with depression, immersed in a cold voice, "One shot took so long."

Tangtang has always been a good student.

So this chorus, she sang very well.

Those melodies were seared in her mouth, on her tongue, on her teeth.

Swallow down throat and slide down stomach.

There are sweet notes flowing in the blood.

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As the year approached, Tang Tang's aunt filed for divorce and took away her little grandson. Although Grandma Tang was depressed, she managed to cheer up and contact Tang Tang.

She knew that Tang Qingyi's parents were in various families abroad, so she invited Tang Qingyi to the countryside to celebrate the New Year together.

"Grandma made sugar rice cakes. When you come back, wrap them in egg batter and fry them. They are delicious and sour. Before, Tangtang Sanbo took me to the town. I picked a lot of candied dates, plums, and other things. Snacks. The temple fair is also busy, you two can go for a walk."

Tang Tang chatted with grandma in Tang Qingyi's arms, and Tang Qingyi listened carefully.

When the girl hung up the phone, Tang Qing also asked Tang Tang: "Why are there so many delicious things in your hometown?"

Tangtang lay on her body and smiled with her eyes bent: "Tang Qingyi, you haven't eaten it yet, how do you know it's delicious?"

Tang Qingyi's fingertips slid across the girl's lips, and said lightly: "I just know."

Tang Tang kept silent, smiled and kissed her slender fingers.

The Spring Festival in the countryside is much more lively than all other holidays.

To exchange Spring Festival couplets, to fry New Year’s goods, to burn pine pots, to entertain relatives and friends... Everyone is smiling.

Tang Qing also writes calligraphy with a good brush. Grandma Tang took Zhengdan paper and found a brush and inkstone. The couplets in the main room were all written by Tang Qing.

Someone came to visit and saw Tang Qingyi standing by the desk, and they praised him greatly. He asked for a few words, but Tang Qingyi did not refuse.

Not long after, a small circle of people surrounded the main room of Grandma Tang's house.

"That's a good word, Sister Tang. How did you pick up two granddaughters who are so big? They are good-looking and knowledgeable." The man joked.

Grandma Tang came over with a fruit plate and grabbed a handful of melon seeds for him.

"It's my fate to have two lovely granddaughters."

Someone mentioned Tangtang's uncle without winking, but others suppressed the topic.

Grandma Tang stood among the crowd and looked at Tang Qingyi.

Tang Qing also has an outstanding temperament, like bamboo in the snow, clean and fresh.

She writes with a pen and writes, her eyebrows are quiet, which is the elegance that has been warmed out of the books all the year round.

As for her little granddaughter, her whole heart was hung on Tang Qingyi, and she joined Tang Qingyi to fight.

When looking at Tang Qingyi, Tang Tang's expression was almost insane.

More and more people gather.

That night, Tang Tang rubbed Tang Qingyi's wrist, and said distressedly: "We won't write tomorrow."

Tang Qing also touched the girl's hair, covered the back of Tang Tang's head with his palm, and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Okay, don't write."

The next day, Tang Tang pulled Tang Qing out.

Exquisite red lanterns were hung beside the streets in the town. After sunset, the lights covered the Qinghe River under the bluestone bridge, with red flames dancing.

The crowd was surrounded by the lion dance troupe, and the sound of gongs and drums was heard.

The child was riding on his father's neck, holding He Xiangu's headgear and putting it on his head.

The couple held hands and looked on in an intimate embrace.

Tang Tang bought two clusters of fairy sticks, and the two lit them together with a group of children by the river. The splashing gold and silver sparks clearly reflected each other's eyebrows and eyes.