What if there are no inhibitors?

Looking parallel to the distance, the curtain of stars in the sky and the night view of the ice city below echo up and down.

Moreover, the nights on the mountain in summer are very cool, and the gentle breeze blows on the neck, arms, and calves, which is very refreshing.

The field of vision here is extremely wide, causing a slight change in the mood of the people watching the scenery, especially wanting to scream.

Han Lu stood at the very edge of this flat land, his back was tall and straight.

Song Zhiwei rolled his eyes, and walked up to Han Lu's back quietly, holding his breath. His face was ferocious, and his hands were stretched into "claws", ready to scare Han Lu.

Looking down, he saw that Han Lu was holding a bunch of small fireworks in his hand.

The fireworks are small and delicate, and the sparks are very beautiful.

And Han Lu's chin and collarbone were very warm from the firelight.The whole handsome face is in the extreme contrast of "light" and "darkness", which has a kind of thrilling charm.

"What are you doing?" Song Zhiwei retracted his claws and asked aloud.

Unexpectedly, these words startled Han Lu, and subconsciously hid his movements.

He turned around and glanced at Song Zhiwei whose hair was sleeping messily, "Are you awake?"

"En." Song Zhiwei looked down at the burned fairy wand, his eyes were blazing.

Han Lu twitched the corners of his lips, uncertain: "Do you want it?"

"I want it." Song Zhiwei spread his hands: "This is so beautiful, what's the name, it's what I think, is it called Little Fireworks?"

Han Lu hesitated for a rare second, "It's called Fairy Stick, but it may have other names."

Han Lu handed him a new bunch of fairy wands, lowered his head and lit them for him.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help but wanted to laugh, but in order to save Han Lu's face, he squeezed his mouth in hard: "Oh, yes."

Fairy stick hahahaha, I really died laughing.

But don't say it, it's a bit cute in Han Lu's body.

No hahaha, it's really funny.

Soon, sparks burst out from the fairy wand in his hand, and he didn't care about the name anymore.Looking at Spark seriously, he smiled and said, "This is really pretty."

No wonder Han Lu just played behind his back.

Han Lu suddenly smiled easily, "Yes."

Sensing something strange, Song Zhiwei suddenly raised his head. There was a little him in Han Lu's eyes, and he was holding a cluster of shining sparks, so Han Lu's eyes were really shining.

He tilted his head and asked Han Lu, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Han Lu paused, "No."

With a face full of disbelief, he lowered his head and looked around.

Sure enough, many fairy wands were inserted into the ground.

"It was prepared for me?" Huge surprise hit his heart, he turned his head to look at Han Lu, and even felt a little sad for him after thinking about it.

Han Lu's boyfriend, that is, himself, is not so good to Han Lu, but his possessiveness is increasing day by day, and he is very clingy.

It feels like Han Lu is at a loss.

"Ah."

"No, I mean, it's not just for the two of us to play together." He was so excited that he had to dance and gesture to fully express his emotions: "You specially prepared it for me."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Han Lu with bright eyes.

Han Lu's response was a bit hesitant, but in the end he cooperated with him: "It's specially prepared for you."

Song Zhiwei can't see his expression now, if he can see the expression full of joy, shocked by great happiness and unable to find Bei.

He knew why Han Lu, who obviously didn't want to tell the truth, finally followed him and told the truth.

Seeing Song Zhiwei so happy, Han Lu felt even more depressed, remorseful and uncomfortable.

Song Zhiwei glanced at a small piece of fairy sticks stuck on the ground: "But why did you only stick a few?"

Han Lu's tone was light: "The burning time is too short."

Sounds like he's trying to control his temper.

Song Zhiwei pursed his lips, looked at Han Lu's face and asked cautiously, "Are you unhappy?"

"No."

"Tell the truth." He said softly and coquettishly.

This trick was very effective. After a stalemate for a while, Han Lu sighed: "I'm not angry." He paused: "It's just a little depressed."

When he confessed to Song Zhiwei, he was under a firework.It is very symbolic in his heart, and he wants to take advantage of this time to do it again.

But Bingcheng has stricter control over fireworks than Nanhuai, and he is not a local, so it is not easy to apply.

And it's not very suitable for setting off fireworks.

So he thought of this little thing.

But he really has never played with something that only girls or children would play.

Not only that, but his friends aren't the type where a few bros get together and drop fairy wands.

He had only seen two or three seconds of a burning fairy wand on the Internet before, and it was quite beautiful, but he really didn't know that this thing burned so fast.

He envisioned a scene where a large area was set off together, with only one path left in the middle, so he bought two boxes.

As a result, the express delivery only arrived today, and he picked it up in the morning, and then delivered it to this mountain.

He also just tried it with a lighter when he was preparing, and then he realized how desperate the burning time was. The last one in a row had just ignited, and the first one went out.

This thing is not spectacular if it is not in a large area. There is not enough time to remedy it, and there is no better effect at all.

He planned not to use this thing, but to make plans next time.

As a result, Song Zhiwei woke up suddenly.

Now the two are facing each other.

Song Zhiwei looked up at Han Lu, his boyfriend was still frowning, he stepped forward and hugged Han Lu's thin waist, shaking the two of them from side to side: "Don't be depressed, it's really beautiful, I'm so special like."

"This thing can't be set off together, you are too easy to coax." Han Lu was not very happy.

"No, fireworks can't be set off together, but we can." Song Zhiwei coaxed: "Are you right?"

Han Lu rubbed Song Zhiwei's fluffy hair with his palm: "Yes."

Forget it, just treat it as an ordinary date.

Song Zhiwei's ear was pressed against Han Lu's neck, his heart was full and his nose was a little sore.

He could probably imagine what Han Lu wanted to do.

What moved him most was not the beautiful scenery.

It was because Han Lu didn't handle this matter well, and Han Lu, who was usually so casual, became irritable.

There is really someone in this world who cares about him wholeheartedly.

Thinking of it this way, even his eyes were a little sore.

He buried his face in Han Lu's neck to prevent the other party from noticing the strangeness: "Han Lu, I want to talk to you."

"You said."

Song Zhiwei moistened his throat: "As long as I think of your future, I feel very happy. Don't feel tired, I may not say it in the future."

"We are only freshmen now, and there is still a long, long time for us to squander. No, this kind of life cannot be called squandering."

"I'm very grateful to fate for us to meet at this age." Song Zhiwei hugged him even tighter: "Well..."

He continued to think of words.

What to say?

Why can't he always get to the point, these words are not enough to express one-tenth of the emotions he wants to express.

"I love you." Mixed with the wind, Han Lu's male voice whispered softly in his ear.

Song Zhiwei's bones froze, he raised his head in disbelief, and replied impatiently: "I! I love you too!"

Then he realized what Han Lu had said.

It's love, not liking.

He's grown up and he's never been happier.

"I love you very much." He added in a whisper, "I only love you."

This is too exaggerated.He rubbed his face against Han Lu's neck.

who cares.

Anyway, I won't say these words in the future.

Love is like this when you are young, the love is strong, but the love is seldom mentioned.

Han Lu sighed contentedly, and rubbed Song Zhiwei's hair with his palm.

He usually likes to kiss Song Zhiwei very much, but now he feels that it is good to hold him tightly.

He wanted to wait for another opportunity to say this sentence.

I didn't expect to say it today.

The atmosphere between the two of them was warmer than usual.

After hugging for a while, Song Zhiwei raised his head: "Shall we set off small fireworks?"

"Okay." Han Lu came out of the tent with a box of fairy sticks.

Seeing this scene, Song Zhiwei opened his mouth into an "O" in shock, and sighed: "Now I can imagine how full you want to be."

They stood among the mountains, rocks and trees with small fireworks and laughed constantly.

The scenery of the city in the distance is endless, and the sky farther away is mysterious and vast at night.

And these few small fireworks are more beautiful than the shining stars in the sky, and more beautiful than the fireworks in the world at the foot of the mountain.

I love you.