Xiaoman

The emotion is the most sincere when you are young, and the yearning for young people is the most fervent.

Probably the love in adolescence is like this. When you transfer to another school, you will feel the heart and heart. The separation of a week can be said to be long or not, and it is pinched in the heart every day.

Liu Xiaoman was already excited when he saw Xia Liang today, and his hands and mouth were played like a hooligan for a long time, and his mind was messed up. He spun around.

The chests of both men rose and fell, Xia Liang kissed his shoulder and took a bite.

Liu Xiaoman arched his back and snorted violently from his throat, Xia Liang's breathing became heavy, he pressed his neck with his tiger's mouth and pushed him up, rubbed his Adam's apple with his palm, and rubbed the corners of Liu Xiaoman's mouth with his fingers.

This feeling of being able to control his breathing made Liu Xiaoman want to open his mouth to breathe.

"Liu Xiaoman," Xia Liang sat up, pressed his crotch on Liu Xiaoman's belly, bent his forehead against Liu Xiaoman's forehead, "...let's try."

He spoke in an airy voice, tinglingly private and intimate in the dark.

"Try... what?" Liu Xiaoman's chest trembled, his internal organs were pressed, his Adam's apple trembled, his voice was indistinct, and he clenched his hands on the bed sheet uneasily.

Xia Liang kissed his trembling eyelids, took his hand to press himself, and inserted the fingers that stopped at Liu Xiaoman's mouth into his mouth.

"Mouth." He said hoarsely.

I don't know when Xia Liang ordered takeaway, Liu Xiaoman went out from the bathroom and smelled the smell of food again.

"Are you hungry?" Xia Liang handed him a glass of lemonade, "Come and eat."

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him, didn't say a word, took it and started drinking with a straw.

"What's the matter?" Xia Liang wanted to laugh seeing him like this, pushed Liu Xiaoman to the table, and bit his ear: "Number?"

He really bites.

Liu Xiaoman's ears were hot and his mouth was numb.

It wasn't so obvious numbness at first, but the lips were a little numb, and the feeling of the mouth being stretched was too distinct, and it always felt like there was something stuffed in the mouth.

When brushing his teeth just now, the toothbrush scratched the palate, and he even wanted to wrap it reflexively.

It was already awkward enough, but Xia Liang actually brought it up directly, and Liu Xiaoman even recalled the sense of loss of force when the back of his head was pinned down at the end.

The kind of strength that is completely controlled, regardless of physical or psychological excitement, can only be taken away...

Liu Xiaoman couldn't think about it.

Although he was also happy, but Xia Liang was serious, so shameless.

too!

Shameless.

"Angry?" Xia Liang tilted his head to look at him.

Liu Xiaoman raised his elbow to block it.

The less he talks, the more Xia Liang wants to tease him.

"It couldn't be just now," he pulled Liu Xiaoman back, "Are you really crying?"

At first, Liu Xiaoman didn't realize where the point of "choking and crying" came from, but when he recalled it, his eyes widened.

"You're too..." He let go of the straw and wanted to speak, but he couldn't figure out what to say.

The lemonade was pulled out of his hand, and a few drops of drink were spilled on the straw. Xia Liang tilted his head and kissed him directly on the mouth.

Liu Xiaoman felt that he was really a loser to Shang Xia Liang, and he deserved to be held down.

Just kissing and softening, that's not ambitious at all.

Then let him go, Xia Liang touched his mouth again: "Is it still numb?"

Liu Xiaoman wanted to laugh inexplicably, but he was embarrassed, so he took another lemonade and drank it again, drooping his eyelids and said, "You'll know if you try it."

"Okay." Xia Liang raised his eyebrows, "Let's go, let's go back to the battlefield now."

"Get lost." Liu Xiaoman avoided him with a smile.

He let go after such a fuss, and the two sat at the table to eat, Liu Xiaoman took a fried chicken leg and slowly ate halfway through, then suddenly asked in a low voice: "Is it really comfortable?"

"Hey," Xia Liang leaned on the back of the chair with a smile, raised one leg and stepped on the edge of the chair, "I see you now, Liu Xiaoman, who can't be bored all day, he's just a flirt at heart."

Liu Xiaoman kicked him.

The night after the intimacy was exhausting, and when the boredom was over, Liu Xiaoman took out his homework and started to do the problems.

Xia Liang came with his schoolbag this time, and also took out a paper, and worked with him.

"Yo." Liu Xiaoman took the paper and flipped it over.

"Are you moved?" Xia Liang scratched his hair, and took his pen after sitting down.

"You..." Liu Xiaoman took another pen out of his schoolbag as usual.

"Let's commemorate this day." Xia Liang's eyes scanned the title quickly.

"What?" Liu Xiaoman spread out his draft book in the middle.

"Two teenagers who were passionately in love, reunited a week after they separated, and celebrated with passionate questions." Xia Liang said.

"It's really fake." Liu Xiaoman said with a smile.

"Speak nonsense." Xia Liang ticked off a multiple-choice question.

Xia Liang is the typical type who doesn't know what to learn, and who is startled when he learns.

Liu Xiaoman thought that he had to be the same as before, and threw away the pen after writing half of the paper. As a result, his side took one page after another, and almost completed the task set for him. Xia Liang also took one paper after another. I never stopped writing.

Written quite seriously.

Liu Xiaoman stopped to look at him.

It seems that "Shi Ge three days" is true.

Not to mention that they were separated by seven days.

"Brother Liang." He called out.

"Yes." Xia Liang agreed, still writing.

"Which school do you want to go to?" Liu Xiaoman asked.

Only then did Xia Liang look up at him: "Didn't you want me to take the exam with you?"

Liu Xiaoman said "hmm".

He really wants to.

"So you can think about this question yourself." Xia Liang read the paper again, "I'm responsible for keeping pace with you."

Liu Xiaoman watched him finish writing this question, smiled, and said nothing more.

I don't know what's wrong, but when he saw that Xia Liang really took the initiative to study, he suddenly thought a lot.

He definitely wanted to go to the same school as Xia Liang, and as much as he thought about it now, he would think about it in the future.

The difference in grades doesn't matter. Xia Liang is not someone like Li Meng who doesn't study at all. He has foundation and intelligence. The key is that he is good at mathematics and geography. These two points alone can take advantage of liberal arts students.

It is only a sophomore in high school now, as long as you work hard, it is not impossible to hit the first line.

But it is also because they are only sophomores.

Xia Liang is very good.Maybe he has two... twenty-eight thousand layers of boyfriend filters.Even if not, Xia Liang is "excellent" in every aspect among his peers.

Now that they are in high school, the world is only as big as the two campuses, and they only meet so many people.

In the future, if I really go to university, after that, after that... No one can say for sure what I will experience, what I will see, who I will meet, and what kind of life I will live.

The only thing that can be said with certainty is that Xia Liang's future will not be bad.

Liu Xiaoman was a little distracted, not daring to turn around and think about himself.

Xia Liang said to follow his university, but he couldn't go very far.

Grandpa was lying on the ward, and now it has been almost a month since the day he suffered a stroke, and the progress of recovery can only be achieved by moving his hands.

No idea how long it will take to recover.

Don't even know if it can be restored.

money.

College entrance examination.

Family.

arm.

And grandpa.

In case Liu Yong couldn't hold on anymore and ran away like ten years ago, he was not near home, who would take care of grandpa?

These factors formed a series of circles, and his life trajectory was fixed in these circles early on. He could not run far away, nor could, dare not, and would not run far away.

Every day, he just studies, takes time to visit his grandpa, and fills his mind with these problems, so he can't think about them.

Xia Liang doesn't need to think about this, as long as he pays, he will be rewarded, but he is really not sure.

At that time, Xia Liang, who had already made the road under his feet wider and wider, looked back at himself who could only run in circles, wondering what he would think of this period of youth...

impulse.

Or rather, experience it.

Liu Xiaoman was a little lost in thought, Xia Liang snapped his fingers in front of him.

"There is still a time when I remind you to do the questions." Xia Liang said, "Still thinking about it?"

Liu Xiaoman looked at him, remembering the day he was with Xia Liang, when Xia Liang called him "little boyfriend", he was dizzy when he heard that, and he thought happily that during the time Xia Liang was willing to be with him, You must stay with him well, and when Xia Liang doesn't like it anymore, you will leave immediately, and you will never hold him back.

Now he is more determined to this idea.

"Have you finished?" He took Xia Liang's paper.

"Yeah." Xia Liang stretched his waist, and reached in from under Liu Xiaoman's clothes to touch his back.

What Xia Liang did was a set of comprehensive essays. The papers for No. [-] High School were written by their teachers themselves. The multiple-choice questions in the front were about the same difficulty level, but several of the big questions in the back were indeed of good type.

Liu Xiaoman copied it down, then faced Xia Liang with the answer, and gave him the lecture topic. After this series of procedures, it was past two o'clock.

Pingdi was already sleepy at this time, and now that he was with Xia Liang, not only was he not sleepy, but he also wanted to read some good papers Xia Liang had.

"Crazy?" Xia Liang took Liu Xiaoman's pen away and threw it on the table, pulling him to stand up, "Sleep, I'm sleepy if you're energetic."

"I know why you lost all your pens." Liu Xiaoman reached out to get back the pen that had rolled to the side of the table. Xia Liang thought he would persist, grabbed his waist from behind, and pushed him to the side of the bed. Walk.

"I'm really sleepy." He said while biting Liu Xiaoman's neck, "Don't call me Brother Liang, I'll call you Brother Man, you can really endure it."

"That's not necessary." Liu Xiaoman smiled and scratched his itch.

After drinking a glass of water, he went to the bathroom again. After Liu Xiaoman lay down on the bed, Xia Liang raised his hand to the bedside light switch: "Turn off the light?"

"Yeah." Liu Xiaoman moved a little towards Xia Liang.

The bedroom was dark again, the two chatted for a while, Liu Xiaoman moved under the blanket, and called again: "Brother Liang."

"What's wrong?" Xia Liang faced him.

"I can't sleep." Liu Xiaoman said.

"Do you recognize the bed?" Xia Liang picked up one of his legs and put it on his waist, "I can't sleep even after coming out."

"No." Liu Xiaoman moved again.

The quilt was rustling, Xia Liang suddenly smiled: "If it's because of you, then I won't be sleepy anymore."

Liu Xiaoman was inexplicably excited today, probably because he had broken through another level of intimacy, and was nervously excited.

He didn't think he wanted to laugh, so he laughed along with Xia Liang.

The two of them were like two animals, wrapped in the same blanket, chattering and gooing, and had a fight for a long time.

"Go to sleep." Xia Liang exhaled, pulled the quilt back up, put his arms around Liu Xiaoman, "I have to go to the hospital tomorrow."

"Yeah." Liu Xiaoman closed his eyes and rubbed against him.