Don't mess with farmers

When Mother Liu thought of her second son, she began to feel sad, and lamented: "It's been so many years, the second son doesn't want to come back, it's not because he is an old man..."

"Mother, don't be sad." Liu Xian hurriedly took a tissue and handed it to Mother Liu, comfortingly said: "Your son, you should understand that the second child is originally indifferent by nature, and freedom is what he yearns for most."

Mother Liu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and nodded: "I know, the second child has been different from other children since he was a child, hey! I have been outside for so many years, and I know how to be warm and cold, and I don’t tell my family when I suffer... .”

"..."

Thinking of his second brother, Liu Xian felt that the word "suffering" couldn't be matched at all. Let alone his brother's personality, just a random stroke is enough for ordinary people to squander their entire lives.

"Uncle Song──!"

Not long after he went up, Liu Jiawen suddenly yelled, and ran down the stairs wearing slippers, and asked as he walked, "Uncle Song, where is he?"

"Young master, I'm here." The old butler hurriedly came out of the study, saw his anxious face, and asked, "What's the matter? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Liu Jiawen shook his head, grabbed his sleeve and asked, "Uncle Song, have you seen the helmet in my bedroom?"

"Helmet?" The old butler thought about it, "What kind?"

"It's just that I sleep with my arms around it every day... no, the one that's a bit old, I only have a helmet in my bedroom." Liu Jiawen searched for a long time but couldn't find it, and now he looked anxious.

The old housekeeper frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Oh, I see, young master, you mean that old hat, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Liu Jiawen nodded sharply, and a smile began to appear on his face.

"Let me throw it away."

"What??" Liu Jiawen's eyes widened, and he asked again in disbelief: "You...you threw it away?"

The old butler explained with a smile: "When I was cleaning up the bedroom yesterday, I found that old hat on the door of the bedroom. I thought you didn't want it, and it looked very old, so I threw it away."

"What?" Liu Jiawen felt the blood rushing up, and his eyes turned red with anger, "Why did you throw it for me? Who told you to throw it? I'm so mad."

"Little...young master, I don't know if it's..." The old butler also looked embarrassed, he really didn't mean it.

Liu Jiawen was about to cry out of anger, stood on the spot and jumped twice, then asked, "Where did you throw it? Tell me quickly."

The old butler was startled, then pointed in the direction of the trash can outside the courtyard, "Throw it outside."

"Jiajia, what are you shouting for?" Mother Liu bent over and came over, yelling softly, "Don't yell at Uncle Song, it's rude."

Liu Jiawen's head was full of helmets, so he didn't have the heart to listen to his mother's lectures. He didn't even change his shoes, so he rolled up his sleeves and walked out the door.

"Young master, I'll go find it with you." The old housekeeper put down the things in his hand and hurriedly chased after him.

Liu Jiawen didn't care about whether it was dirty, so he reached into the trash can and started rummaging through it. Fortunately, most of it was full of big bags of old clothes, and there was no particularly disgusting garbage.

"Young master, I'm really sorry. Uncle Song didn't mean it. I'll look for it with you. The garbage truck didn't come today, so it should still be there." The old housekeeper bent over with a flashlight and followed suit.

"Uncle Song." Liu Jiawen turned to look at him, and murmured: "You go back, I'll find it myself, don't be shy."

"It's all right, I'm in good health." The old butler felt guilty, and especially regretted throwing the young master's things around.

"Huh? Where is it?"

As Liu Jiawen turned the pages and muttered, his heart was dying of anxiety. This was the first gift Xiao Yi gave him, and it was the hard hat that Xiao Yi had worn for five full years, which meant a lot to him.

An old man and a young man rummaged through all the rubbish in the entire large trash can, but still did not see the familiar helmet. The old butler was also a little tired, sweating all over, and turned around to see Liu Jiawen rummaging around in frustration. After a pass, he couldn't help persuading: "Young master, someone else should have picked it up, or..."

"It's so annoying." Liu Jiawen threw away the flashlight in his hand, and sat down on the ground, as if he lost a toy when he was a child.

"Little master..."

Seeing that he was about to cry, the old butler was instantly distressed, and hurried forward to comfort him, "Don't be sad, it's Uncle Song's fault, you vent your anger on Uncle Song, it's cold on the ground, get up quickly."

Liu Jiawen was angry and aggrieved, his nose felt sore, he looked up and saw the guilty but kind face of the old butler, and said slowly: "Uncle Song, you go back quickly, leave me alone, please leave me alone for a while .”

"Hey..." The old butler sighed, straightened his back and rubbed it, and said, "Young master, is there something on your mind? That hat is so important to you?"

"It's different..." Liu Jiawen shook his head, sat there sullenly, and still had no intention of getting up.

He wanted to cry and didn't know why.

But it's too embarrassing to cry "wow" like this, let alone for an old helmet.

Resisting the urge to cry, Liu Jiawen stood up abruptly, glanced at the messy trash can they turned over, and sighed: "Uncle Song, forget it if you can't find it, let's go back."

"Young master, you go back first." Seeing that he was willing to return, the old butler was happy, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll tidy up these rubbish and restore them to their original state."

"......."

You have to bear the blame yourself. In the end, Liu Jiawen followed the old housekeeper and put all the garbage that was dug out back to its original place one by one.

When they entered the house, Mother Liu had been waiting for them. When she saw Liu Jiawen, she grabbed his sleeve and asked with concern: "Jiajia, what's the matter? She ran out without making a sound, and really went to dig through the trash. Bucket?"

Liu Jiawen was in a very bad mood, with a sad face, "Well, I didn't find it..."

"What did you lose?" Mother Liu couldn't help feeling sad when she saw his eyes were red, "Don't worry, Jiajia, no matter what you lost, Mom is buying it for you."

"I can't buy it back..." Liu Jiawen shook his head, passed his mother and went upstairs.

"Jiajia, hurry up and take a shower, you smell bad all over your body." Mother Liu covered her nose and explained to his back.

In the bathroom, Liu Jiawen stood under the warm water, still thinking about the helmet in his heart, and he couldn't figure it out, it was just an old helmet, why was he so sad for no reason?

It's like it's not just the helmet that's missing, but something very important....

Liu Jiawen was heartbroken when he returned to the bed, picked up the pillow beside him and hugged him in his arms. His own bed was big, soft and comfortable, but at this moment he still missed Xiao Yi's single bed, even though the two of them slept together It will be very crowded together, but he can sleep on Xiao Yi's chest, that feeling is really...

Liu Jiawen couldn't help blushing when he thought of some shameful things. My God, Xiao Yi is definitely his nemesis. Since meeting him, his three views have changed.

Especially in terms of feelings, in the past, he would never put more thought into missing his little lover, and no one could stand firm in his heart. Only Xiao Yi was different to him.

As long as you stay with Xiao Yi for a second longer, you will like him more. This feeling is something Liu Jiawen can't restrain.

After thinking about it, Liu Jiawen took out his mobile phone and sent Xiao Yi a text message: [What are you doing?I miss you. ]

This was sent entirely out of feeling. Liu Jiawen stared at these words for a few moments, and instantly wanted to hit the wall in embarrassment and indignation. When did he become so greasy?

"Ding ~"

Soon, Xiao Yi replied the message.

Country bumpkin: [I miss you too, Big Orange. ]

Liu Jiawen's heart fluttered immediately, and he flicked his fingers on the phone screen.

Daju: [Hillbilly, what should I do if I like you more and more. ]

Country bumpkin: [cold salad. ]

Daju: [Hey hey hey, I just had a erotic dream, I dreamed that you were raped by me...]

Country bumpkin: [Daju, your ass is itchy, isn’t it? ]

Liu Jiawen's hand holding the phone trembled, his heartbeat began to speed up, and his body couldn't help but heat up. Sensing his own reaction, Liu Jiawen's face gradually turned red, and then he stretched out his hand under himself.

It's not the first time, but I feel so ashamed to do so.

Country bumpkin: [Why don't you answer?Is it convenient for video? ]

video?Both of Liu Jiawen's hands are not idle, one hand is holding the mobile phone, the other hand... is indescribable.

If the country bumpkin knew what he was going to do, wouldn't he have to laugh his ass off?But...he wanted to hear Xiao Yi's sexy voice, and also wanted to see Xiao Yi's exquisite face.

Liu Jiawen blushed and panted, all he could think about was Xiao Yi and their intimate scenes together.

"Buzzing~"

Xiao Yi's video call came directly, and Liu Jiawen couldn't hold back and pressed the answer button.

Xiao Yi's sexy and hoarse voice came over the phone: "Daju, why don't you answer? Are you doing something bad?"

Liu Jiawen was shocked, his mind went blank, and he slumped on the bed, it's over!He actually ejaculated prematurely.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yi sensed that something was wrong. Although Liu Jiawen only showed half of his face, it was as red as an apple.

"I..." Liu Jiawen lay on the bed and muttered a few words in a low voice, and then said with a bit of shame and indignation: "I'm shooting an airplane."

Xiao Yi on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment, imagining Liu Jiawen's current appearance in his mind, and then said in a low voice, "Daju, you really owe it."

"Then you come." Liu Jiawen was not afraid of death through the phone, showing his entire face, provocatively said: "What? If you have the ability to grow wings and fly over, this young master is waiting for you on the bed."

"Can't wait?" Xiao Yi's breathing also became a little short. Thinking of Liu Jiawen's long legs, he couldn't help feeling a little distracted, and immediately ordered: "Take off your pants, and let me show your legs."

"What?" Liu Jiawen was stunned for a moment, and then he regained his composure and said angrily, "Fart! You're so fucking beautiful, and you dare to order this young master to eat shit."

"You're really disobedient." Xiao Yi clicked his tongue, then smiled, and asked in a low voice, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Dinner...not yet." Liu Jiawen shook his head.

The corner of Xiao Yi's mouth rose, "Are you hungry? Shall I feed you?"

"..."

Liu Jiawen thought about it carefully for a while, and then blushed so much that he could bleed, he put his mouth close to the phone's microphone, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Yi, you are so coquettish..."

"Want to eat?" Xiao Yi chuckled and continued to seduce.

Liu Jiawen felt dizzy, and then replied slowly: "I think..."

Then, through the phone, Liu Jiawen clearly felt that Xiao Yi's breathing was abnormal.

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