walking slowly

Zhou Xing was very satisfied with the effect of the photo, and immediately hung up the key.

Gu Mo didn't say anything, but he also felt that the keychain was exquisitely made, especially the part of Zhou Xing, no matter how handsome he looked, he couldn't help touching the handsome face on it, which was smaller than a fingernail. Pulled out the key and replaced it.

After walking around for a long time, the school has not changed much from before, no matter how long it takes, there will be no change in their hearts.Revisiting the old place is the old love.

As long as there is one person in the second class of the second year, this friendship will never die.

In the afternoon, after Jing Xi and Zhou Xing checked the itinerary and found that the destination was the same, they flew together to the small island where the field practice was carried out.

Living in that hot spring hotel again after many years, Gu Mo was filled with emotion.

It was on this island that he and Zhou Xing confessed their feelings to each other, and they have tried it until now.

Fortunately, they were lucky not to lose each other.

Not surprisingly, Zhou Xing booked a big bed room with a hot spring pool.

Gu Mo washed himself up and sat by the hot spring pool stacked with cobblestones, staring at the steamy surface of the pool, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhou Xing took off his clothes and went into the water. The depth of the pool was exactly the distance from his knees to Gu Mo's crotch.

So he opened his mouth unceremoniously.

Gu Mo grabbed his hair and his eyes were a little distracted.

"Zhou Xing..."

"Ok?"

"How could I... like you so much?"

He couldn't help arching his body.

"Because I love you." Zhou Xing's dull but clear voice came from below, lingering in his ears together with the steaming mist.

Gu Mo smiled and sighed, it was rare for him to take the initiative to cooperate with his movements.

"I love you too."

When they finally entered the pool, both of them were wrapped in a great sense of warmth and climbed up one layer after another.This time it wasn't the most violent, but it was the most comfortable, as if the two of them were bonded together from body to heart, without any suspicion.

People soak in hot springs to relieve fatigue, but they feel even more tired after soaking in hot springs.

Zhou Xing gave Gu Mo a massage as usual before lying down.He hugged the person in his arms contentedly, always feeling that as long as this person was around, he would have nothing to desire.

Gu Mo tucked the quilt for him and asked, "Why do you think of coming here for vacation?"

"I want to do something meaningful here," Zhou Xing reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, "Follow you."

"When you think about it, it's when you think about it." Gu Mo muttered and turned over.

Zhou Xing smiled and hugged him tighter, leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep peacefully after kissing.

The next day, Gu Mo was woken up by Zhou Xing in a different way. It had been less than two days since he left the house, and the bags in his bag were almost empty.

When he got out of bed, he rubbed his old waist and planned to go to the gym after returning home, otherwise his body would soon retire early according to this exercise intensity.

The island is like every country, small but rich in content.The crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs in the distance, the rice flowers at hand, and the fresh air, any combination of any combination is a desirable life.

Slowly walking along the winding dirt road, the corners of the ancient houses in memory are exposed.

Zhou Xing took Gu Mo straight to the backyard.

The towering maple trees still stand in the sky and the earth after years of wind and sun, and the ancient atmosphere makes the whole small temple imbued with a pious flavor.The old man under the tree seemed to have been waiting here for a long time just like it.

"Come to fulfill your wish?" The old man's eyelids were half lifted, he just lowered his head and didn't look at anyone at all.

Zhou Xing was much more respectful this time than he was six years ago, and he made a bow.

Gu Mo realized that Zhou Mixin was online again.

He followed suit, this old man didn't know where it was, but after thinking carefully about the blessings and misfortunes six years ago, they came true one by one.

Blessings and misfortunes, he had to give up his job if he wanted to be with Zhou Xing, Jing Xi was in a car accident and found his relatives, Hao Shuang embraced the beauty but hated her heart.

Every harvest must pay a price, and gains and losses depend on each other.

Zhou Xing found out exactly where the wish was made from under the eaves. Gu Mo observed the row of bamboo tubes shaking in the wind and asked, "It's been so many years, will the paper still be there?"

With so many people coming and going, their wishes are but a drop in the ocean, and perhaps they have long since disappeared with the dust.

Zhou Xing pulled off some rotten lids and held them up in front of him.

Two sheets of rice paper rolled into strips and somewhat yellowed are snuggled together tightly, like them under the eaves.

Still there?Gu Mo carefully took out the paper, and there was a fragile rustling sound between his fingers. Many things could not stand the erosion of time, only the ink-dyed handwriting penetrated the back of the paper and passed on for a long time.

He slowly unfolded the paper with more gentle movements, and the warm sun in the noon passed through the maple leaves, and everything seemed like yesterday.

When the mottled light spots reached the paper, Zhou Xing could clearly see the two very different characters.

The flamboyant "Mo Xing" next to the dead leaves belongs to him.

The clean one with the word "Zhou Xing" written neatly on it belonged to Gu Mo.

It turned out that this was what he wanted back then.

"It's not different from what I thought..." He touched the two thin papers, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

"Ok?"

"I knew you would choose me, just like I chose you." In a determined tone.

Gu Mo picked up the maple leaf that had completely faded from its color and felt that what Zhou Xing said was right.

It's just that he chose Zhou Xing, and Zhou Xing chose Gu Mo and Zhou Xing.

What Zhou Xing wants is to be together, with a clear goal from beginning to end.

And the decision-making power has always been in Gu Mo's hands, and it's just a matter of his thought to continue the relationship.

It took him six years to see his heart clearly. Zhou Xing may not be the perfect lover, but it is the one who can touch his emotions the most, and also the one he can't let go of.The moment they met again, he knew it was over, and he couldn't run away.

Since you can't forget, then accept it calmly.

The paper is short and the love is long, and the stranger walks together.

"Is this the meaningful thing you want to do with me?"

Zhou Xing smiled but said nothing.

The two returned home together holding hands. On the way back, they asked the local farmer to buy two native chickens to take home for soup.

Zhou Xing was holding the rope that tied the chicken, and his expression was more disgusting than that of a plush rabbit. He obviously had never done this kind of work in his old age.

"The house is almost finished, let's go back and see if we need to add anything."

"Okay, go home and get zongzi from my sister first, she wrapped meat stuffed and white rice zongzi, what flavor do you like?"

Zhou Xing didn't speak, Gu Mo glanced at him in surprise and said, "You haven't eaten rice dumplings, have you?"

"...Is it weird? I'm of mixed race."

"Yes, yes, Master Zhou." Gu Mo laughed, and mixed blood became a universal excuse.

Zhou Xing was not happy: "This name is not nice."

"Then what do you want me to call you?"

"Be more intimate, like old..."

Gu Mo squinted at him, and the lens reflected a sharp light: "Don't go too far."

Zhou Xing swallowed the words back to his stomach, but his mind didn't stop thinking. It doesn't matter if he doesn't say it now, he has plenty of ways to get his Teacher Gu to speak when he gets to bed.

He carried the chicken and was enjoying himself silly, but Gu Mo didn't let go of his small thoughts, and continued to talk about those parents' gossip.

All the way forward, life is so simple and beautiful.

Back at Hot Spring Villa, they shared a chicken with Jing Xi and the others. Jing Xi poked the fat chicken's butt, then threw it to his brother, and asked them if they wanted to help with the cooking.

"My brother is the best at killing chickens and bloodletting, right?"

Mr. Jing's eyes twitched, he turned around and left with the chicken in his hand.

Not long after the doorbell rang, a pot of fragrant steam pot chicken was delivered.

After setting up the bowls and chopsticks in the room, Gu Mo tasted the soup and couldn't help admiring: "I didn't expect this scene to be so down-to-earth, you really have a skill in making soup."

Zhou Xing thought of the evaluation of that man in the circle, and was noncommittal.

"The best man that both men and women want to be fucked by him."

Gu Mo almost vomited when he heard this comment: "...Excellent?"

He thought about it, and felt that the adjective was correct.

Zhou Xing held his face in his hands, and asked threateningly, "Is he prettier or am I prettier?"

Although Gu Mo felt that men should not be described as good-looking, but he found that Zhou Xing and the people around him randomly pulled out their appearances to not lose to those stars. It can indeed be said that they are so good-looking.

"You, you are the prettiest." He touched Zhou Xing's lips helplessly.

To be honest, Jing Zong may be more in line with the aesthetics of the oriental people. He is upright and solemn, and he is a very reliable person at first glance.But some people's temperament will always cover up their outstanding appearance, Mr. Jing is like this, and the impression is more cold and extravagant.

Don't play with it.

Of course it is impossible for him to tell Zhou Vinegar Tan these things, the child has to be coaxed.

Zhou Xing let him go in satisfaction, and put the tender meat into his bowl: "Don't look at his serious appearance, he is actually a sister-in-law. Sooner or later, he will fall into Jingxi's hands."

The soup really spewed out now, Gu Mo wiped his mouth with a paper while coughing, and stared at Zhou Xing: "Aren't they brother and sister?"

"Learn about German orthopedics."

"..."

When we were almost done eating, Zhou Xing suddenly asked, "Want to watch the fireworks?"

"What else do you want to fix?"

"Hey, doesn't the teacher know? There will be a fireworks display on the island tonight."

Gu Mo really didn't know.

It's not Japan, why is this kind of activity held in China?

"The customs are different in every place," Zhou Xing leaned in front of him, "I know a good place to watch fireworks."

"The small platform from last time?"

Zhou Xing leaned in, his face showing the displeasure of being guessed.

Gu Mo suppressed his laughter, he found out, Zhou Xingjin took him to his old place these two days, as if to remind him of everything they had together six years ago.

"Forget it, you are so smart, you can definitely guess."

Zhou Xing put down the spoon, took off the clothes hanger and hung up the flat suit.

Gu Mo watched him take off and change his clothes as if no one else was there, admired his good figure for a while and wondered: "Do you need to dress so formally to watch the fireworks?"

"You have to change the local customs."

Zhou Xing took out another dress that was more luxurious than him, and forced him to change into it.

The two people in the mirror were rubbing their ears together, helping each other to organize the details of their clothes.

They kissed again all the time, busy with their own business at home, and had no scruples when they went out, wishing to vent all their accumulated desires.

Fortunately, taking into account the expensive clothes did not make it to the end.

It's just that Gu Mo's ears were red when he went out.