pretend to be poor

The air was dead silent for a full minute.

Aunt Chen silently put the warming soup on the table, exited quietly, and closed the door.

There was a soft click.

Tong Huai said cautiously: "Brother Ting..."

Xue Ting said with a paralyzed face, "Don't call me."

The corner of Tong Huai's mouth twitched, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh: "Don't be like this, don't be ashamed, man, there are always a few things that you're not good at... Puff... Puff hahahahaha!"

In the middle of speaking, he stared at Xue Ting's handsome expressionless face, and suddenly couldn't help it, his smile was out of control.

The violin fell on the soft and thick wool carpet. Tong Huai clutched his stomach and laughed so hard that he almost lay down on the carpet: "Hahahahaha! Tingting, there are things you are not good at!"

Xue Ting's expression became even more empty: "..."

He hasn't played the piano for a long time, thinking that it's just a little lack of skill.

Unexpectedly, the car overturned directly.

"Practice can get back the feeling."

Xue Ting paused, seeing that the child was still laughing, raised his eyebrows, got up and walked over, and scratched him when he was pressed.

Tong Huai was ticklish, his waist was sensitive, his face was flushed, he held his hand and squeaked into his arms, begging for mercy and stopping: "Brother Ting, you are Brother Ting...I was wrong, Practice the piano, practice the piano!"

Xue Tinggao let him go, sat on the ground and looked at him for a moment, couldn't help laughing again.

Tong Huai's collar loosened a little, and he muttered: "My stomach hurts from laughing..."

Xue Ting's ears were a little red, he rubbed his stomach, and rubbed him down again: "Smiling so happily? Your violin doesn't seem to be doing well either."

Tong Huai felt itchy when rubbed by him, curled up like a cooked shrimp, and groaned: "It's expected that I overturned the car, but it's unexpected that you overturned the car."

Xue Ting laughed: "I'm not good at everything."

Tong Huai raised his head, his light-colored eyes were clear and penetrating, with a taste of innocence: "In my heart, you are omnipotent."

Xue Ting is at a loss.

He pulled Tong Huai up, went back to sit in front of the piano, and continued to practice the piano intermittently.

Tong Huai also picked up the violin, feeling that he had dug a hole for himself, and happily pulled Xue Ting to jump down, frowning.

The registration form has been handed in, and the awesomeness has also been blown out, so we can't run away halfway.

I have to practice hard these few days to avoid a real car accident on the New Year's Day party.

It's too embarrassing, Brother Tong's face won't allow it.

Thinking that he might lose face in front of the teachers and students in the school, Tong Huai calmed down and practiced calmly and honestly.

Both of them have the foundation, so they won't be confused. After several hours of practice, they regained their touch, and the ensemble finally caught their ears.

It's getting late, Tong Huai rubbed his numb shoulders and wrists, carefully drilled half of his head out of the piano room, looked left and right to confirm that Tong Jingyuan was not there, and led Xue Ting to his room: "It's so late , sleep with me tonight?"

Seeing Xue Ting nod his head, he was foolishly happy: "Am I kidnapping you into my bed?"

"..."

Seeing that he was quite serious, Xue Ting nodded perfunctorily and swallowed the words in his heart.

You are more like ushering in a wolf.

Aunt Chen came up to clean up Tong Huai's house every other week. It had only been two days since the last time she cleaned it up. Tong Huai had already efficiently planed the room into a mess, like a doghouse.

With a shy face, he didn't notice Xue Ting's half-smile eyes, went to the cloakroom, found a bigger nightgown and stuffed it for him.

Xue Ting pondered for a moment: "Wash together?"

Tong Huai didn't know what to make up in his head, his face blushed immediately, he gave him an angrily look, and quickly slipped away: "I'll go to the bathroom in the study next door to wash!"

The heating in the house was sufficient, he slipped out with his summer pajamas in his arms, took a shower and came back, Xue Ting hadn't come out yet.

The bed was a mess, the quilt was not folded, and there were novels, comics, test papers, exercise books, game consoles and other odds and ends.

Tong Huai shrank his neck and hurriedly packed up.

The bathroom door clicked open.

Tong Huai turned his head to look, and couldn't help but mutter: "I'm wearing such a big size, so it's just right for you."

Xue Ting has broad shoulders and long legs, and is much taller than Tong Huai. Tong Huai wears baggy clothes, which look very stylish in his clothes.

Hearing this, he laughed: "You are relatively young."

Tong Huai was not happy to hear this, so he threw the last two books in his hand on the table, and said deeply: "Tingting, you can't be petty to men. For example, if I say you are too fast, are you happy?"

Xue Ting: "..."

Xue Ting slowly brushed his hair, went to the bed and sat down, his tone was light: "You will know later."

Tong Huai realized that he had been played a hooligan again, his lips moved, knowing that he couldn't say anything, so he turned back without saying a word, and folded the scattered clothes.

The pajamas were a bit short, and when he bent over, he shrunk it up, revealing a small white and slender waist.

Xue Ting put down the towel, admired it for a while, then put his arms around Tong Huai's waist, and pulled him into his arms.

Tong Huai looked at him: "Why?"

His slightly curly hair was still wet, and his handsome face was as white as a lotus root after washing, and the expression of looking at him was natural trust and dependence.

... age is indeed a problem.

Xue Ting stroked the back of his head, inserted his fingers into the thick soft light-colored curly hair, pressed his head to himself, and kissed the slightly parted thin lips.

Tong Huai blinked blankly, murmured, and hugged his neck obediently without struggling.

The kiss, which was originally intended to be a one-touch kiss, became intense at some point under the unconditional indulgence of the other party.

Xue Ting breathed slightly, and pushed him down on the bed, with his fingers resting on the bed, interlocking tightly.

Tong Huai was trapped between the soft mattresses, as if trapped in a ball of flames, his whole body was suppressed and he couldn't move. The rising air made him almost breathless, but he felt strangely full of security.

He knew that Xue Ting would not hurt him.

At the age of 17, his anger is dry, and his gun will go off if he is not careful.

On the verge of fire, Xue Ting released Tong Huai very restrainedly.

Tong Huai's eyes were covered with mist, and his consciousness became a mess. He looked at Xue Ting in a daze, not quite understanding why he left, rubbed his leg, and sneaked out a sentence: "Brother, I want to grow up."

Xue Ting put his hand on his head and froze for a few seconds, staring at him as if he wanted to eat someone.

After a long time, he gently stroked Tong Huai's cheek with his fingertips, his voice hoarse: "Don't call me that."

"Ah?" Tong Huai still wanted to rub against his arms, "Why?"

Dare to ask why.

Xue Ting's voice was slightly cold, and he pinched his face: "Don't call me that if you don't want to bloom."

Tong Huai: "..."

Being pinched by him, Tong Huai came back to his senses, muttering in a low voice that he was abnormal.

He blushed, silently moved aside, and said falteringly, "Get up, I'll go to the bathroom..."

Xue Ting held him down, and his slender and cool fingertips swept along his eyebrows and sweaty temples, and said softly, "I'll help you."

The dark and deep eyes are close at hand, as if they can suck people in.

Tong Huai's eyelashes trembled, and he shrank his head into the socket of his shoulder: "...um."

Xue Ting was very helpful.

Thoughtful Tong Huai suspects that he is about to die.

Xue Ting leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes were red, lying in Xue Ting's arms, with his head resting on his neck, his hands tightly clutching his neckline, his eyes were blank for several seconds.

After a long time, he subconsciously raised his head and asked for a kiss, angrily: "Tingting, I'm going to die..."

A small smile flashed in Xue Ting's eyes, and he plucked his earlobe, his expression was still calm: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Tong Huai lowered his head, Xue Ting's clothes flashed from the corner of his eyes.

With a fever in his head, he raised his hand to grab the corner of his clothes, muttered for a while, and whispered: "I...I will help you too."

The next morning, Class Three was still bustling with activity, looking forward to the New Year's Day holiday.

Zhao Gou quarreled with Chen Yuan, embarrassed to borrow his homework to copy, turned to look at Tong Huai, startled: "My day, boy, did you encounter a vixen last night and your yang energy was sucked?"

Tong Huai's eyes were turning blue, and he hadn't had a good rest, so he pulled him back with the exercise book with a cold face: "Shut up."

The vixen leisurely leaned on the back of the chair, flipped through the book, and after a while, turned around and asked, "Do you still want to practice tonight?"

Knowing that Xue Ting was talking about practicing the piano, Tong Huai couldn't help thinking about another matter, pursed his lips and burned for a long time before he murmured "OK".

Tonight's piano practice trip was a little bumpy.

Tong Jingyuan went home early.

Tong Huai felt guilty, but he had a valid reason: "Let's practice the piano."

Xue Ting was very calm and greeted Tong Jingyuan.

In fact, Tong Jingyuan admired Xue Ting quite a bit, and nodded kindly to him, and asked Aunt Chen to prepare some snacks for the two of them, and smiled: "Is there an ensemble at the New Year's Eve party? Dad will come and join us."

"Come on," Tong Huai pouted, not believing it at all, "Brother Ting, go, old boy, don't bother me."

I don't know when Tong Jingyuan came back last night, the two had a mess, and they didn't hear anything when they fell asleep.

Today Tong Jingyuan was sitting downstairs, the two of them practiced the piano seriously, and they didn't dare to make any discordant actions.

Tong Jingyuan came up to see it twice, seeing that it was too late, he asked Aunt Chen to clean up the guest room and let Xue Ting stay.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but after Xue Ting bumped into Tong Jingyuan when he came to practice the piano for the second time, Tong Jingyuan went home early.

The two of them practiced for a few days, and the ensemble finally became related to "Good Listening".

There will be classes on the day of the party, and preparations will start in the afternoon.

The auditorium has been completely redecorated, and the backstage is full of performers from various classes, the makeup of the makeup, the dialogue of the lines, and the voice hanging.

Since both of them were unreliable, Tong Huai chose the relatively simple "Serenade".

Putting on the suit he wore for the show, he seized the time and practiced with Xue Ting a few more times. He was a little nervous and asked Ai Ai: "Brother Ting, what if the car overturns?"

Xue Ting calmly said: "Close your eyes."

Tong Huai: "...then it's better not to roll over."

The preparation time passed quickly, the party started, after a few songs and a cross talk, Tong Huai and Xue Ting arrived.

When the host announced the name, there was obviously a burst of excited whistles and applause from the audience below-but everyone who has been to the third middle school forum knows that the third class is a pair of Mr. X and Mr. T.

Tong Jingyuan really took the time to come today, sat in the front row with the principal, and was a little happy when he heard the cheers from the back row: "My cub is so popular in school?"

The principal also saw that post by accident, and didn't take it seriously, but he knew that it had spread far and wide among the students. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth twitched, showing a false smile: "...haha, it's quite popular."

While talking, two tall and thin teenagers came out from behind the scenes, and changed into loose sportswear and school uniforms. The suits were well-cut and fit the body line, one white and one black, an unexpected match.

The auditorium fell silent, and all the lights were turned off, leaving only two clusters, one sprinkled on Tong Huai and the other on Xue Ting.

The gentle piano prelude sounded like flowing water, and after a while, the melodious sound of the violin blended in.The night poured down, and the sound of music surrounded the entire auditorium, eloquently.

The two teenagers on the stage had calm eyebrows, shining brightly like the sun. At the end, they suddenly raised their heads and smiled tacitly at each other.

Tong Jingyuan was originally smiling, but when he saw this scene, his heart suddenly jumped for no reason.

The weird feeling that came out when I saw the photo of Tong Huai and Xue Ting before came back to my heart indistinctly.