Prince loves to pick up trash

"Yes, yes, brother is right, you can't waste your time on outsiders."

After finishing speaking, Qi Zian held Qi Wenliang's face and kissed it.

Qi Wenliang was stunned, and even opened his mouth slightly to cooperate.

After the kiss was over, he blushed and asked, "We...is this the relationship?"

"Ah? What?" Qi Zian seemed to have heard some joke, and reached out to touch Qi Wenliang's waist, "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about, haven't we been together for a long time?"

"Aren't your back sore? Do you want me to help my brother recall our relationship?"

Qi Wenliang supported his waist, which was indeed still a little sore, and hid for a while, "No, no, no, I have no doubts."

He couldn't stand another toss.

"As a teacher, I can't keep the students waiting. I'm going to teach first." He ran away quickly after saying that.

On the way to the primary school in the village, he slowly recalled some past events.

He remembered that he grew up in this village since he was a child, and later...it seemed that he left for a while to obtain fame, so he was not very familiar with the people and things in the village.

As for Qi Zian, it was a child picked up by his parents.

Later, when Qi Zian grew up, he also left the village, just to find him.

And then... and then what happened?

Qi Wenliang couldn't remember it, but only vaguely remembered that he had indeed been with Qi Zian a long time ago. It should be Qi Zian's confession, he promised, and the two people who were in love got together smoothly.

It seems that it was because of Qi Zian that he decided to return to the village.

Qi Wenliang patted his head, thinking what was wrong with him, his mind was so chaotic that he couldn't remember anything clearly, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Could it be that Qi Zian was sleeping stupidly?

"Probably not, I was thinking too much." He pinched his slightly sore waist, "Maybe it's just that I haven't woken up yet."

There was a bird cry in the distance, and Qi Wenliang couldn't help sighing: "There are no flowers falling on the fragrant trees, and there are no birds singing all the way in Spring Mountain. This village is so quiet now!"

He raised his eyes and felt that this village was as beautiful as a fairyland, which was a bit unreal.

This is obviously the place where he grew up, but now when he looks at it, he will find it particularly amazing, and feel that every place is a strange scenery.

It must have just rained here.

In the distance, the clouds and smoke are curling up, shrouded in mist, and nothing can be seen clearly; the grass is green and verdant, and there are still crystal clear dewdrops hanging on the tip of the grass and the tail of the leaves.

This unreally beautiful place is Qi Wenliang's favorite, so he didn't doubt it too much.

He chanted like a sour literati: "The misty white mist is so clear, I want to go to the autumn sky to be the evening cloud."

After singing, he nodded and said, "With my character, I am indeed a master who teaches."

After a while, he walked to the primary school in the village.

It was not far from his and Qi Zian's home, he should have arrived long ago, but he got up late and walked slowly, so he was late.

The children are very well-behaved. Although Qi Wenliang did not come, they have already started to review books spontaneously. At this time, they are all shaking their heads and reading some basic enlightenment books.

They didn't find it strange that Qi Wenliang came late, and even a lively child said hello: "Master, why is it early today, we only read all the books once."

"Is it still early?" Qi Wenliang smiled gently.

He seems to put on this kind of gentle and kind look often, so he feels very skilled in making this expression.

"That's right! Today's Master is earlier than usual. In the past, I have to read Master twice before arriving." The children laughed and said, looking very lively.

Qi Wenliang realized that it was common for him to be late, and he was a little embarrassed to be pointed out. He raised his hand to cover his lips, coughed twice, and tried to regain a little bit of dignity as a teacher.

"I'll watch you read it again, and then learn new characters."

The children should be, shaking their heads and reading again.

Qi Wenliang sat on the grand teacher's chair next to him, and glanced at the scenery outside the window from time to time, hearing the sound of Lang Lang's book.

This feeling is so good, Qi Wenliang faintly felt that he had longed for such a peaceful and comfortable life.

For the next half day, Qi Wenliang taught normally.

Although he was a little confused and felt that he was not familiar with this place, it was no problem to teach a few extremely basic characters.

Because the children were relieved, he remained cheerful all the time. At noon, when he finished class, the children left one after another.

When he walked out of the elementary school, he suddenly felt that the surroundings were a little lively.

It seemed that since he realized that the village was too quiet, there were people's voices around him one after another.

However, this may be because the life in the mountain village is comfortable and the villagers get up late, so Qi Wenliang still didn't think deeply about it.

He returned home slowly, and saw Qi Zian cooking. Qi Zian was wearing dark gray shorts, no different from the villagers, but Qi Zian was very good-looking, even in coarse clothes, he couldn't hide his brilliance.

Qi Wenliang walked lightly behind Qi Zian, then covered Qi Zian's eyes, "Guess who I am?"

"Is brother still a three-year-old? That's too childish." Qi Zian laughed.

He wanted to turn around and kiss Qi Wenliang, but he had ashes on his hands, so he had to give up.

Without even thinking about it, Qi Wenliang blurted out: "I didn't have the chance to be naive when I was young, so I can only play around now. You don't even want to cooperate with me, hum╭(╯^╰)╮."

After saying this, he was stunned for a while, always feeling that his character was not like this.

Moreover, if he really grew up in this village and had Qi Zi'an by his side when he was a child, then he would have had too many opportunities to be naive when he was a child.

How can you say something like "I have no chance to be naive when I was young"?

After thinking about it, Qi Zian turned around and hugged him, not caring whether there was any dust on his hands, "Brother is not naive at all, I didn't cooperate well today, why don't you do it again and let me pretend?"

Being hugged like this, Qi Wenliang couldn't think of anything.

He really wasn't naive enough to ask Qi Zian to play with him again, so he had no choice but to give up.

"What are you eating today?" he asked.

With such anticipation all over his face, he almost had to lift the lid of the pot.

Qi Zi'an reported the names of two dishes, and told him to wash his hands soon, and when he came back after washing his hands, the dishes were already set on the table.

There were only three dishes and one soup on the table. They were all simple home-cooked dishes, but they were steaming hot, and Qi Wenliang liked them very much.

After lunch, it seems to be fine in the afternoon.

Qi Zi'an brought out a recliner for Qi Wenliang, and placed it under the flower tree in front of the door, letting Qi Wenliang lie down and take a nap, which was his lunch break.

Qi Wenliang lay down, looking at the whitish top of the tree, not feeling sleepy at all.

This tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, and the white flowers on the tree are like snow attached to it. The buds are a bit like pagoda tree, but they don't look like it when you look closely.

Its petals are slender and not as broad as those of pear blossoms, but they are as white as pear blossoms.

Qi Wenliang was fascinated by it, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of tree is this?"

"This is a tassel tree." Qi Zian walked behind Qi Wenliang and kissed the lying Qi Wenliang on the forehead, "It blooms beautifully, and I often climbed it when I was young, but although it has a lot of branches in the lower part, it is taller than ordinary trees. The tall trees are easy to climb, but difficult to climb up.”

"I'm going to save you every time, right?" Qi Wenliang remembered after hearing what he said.

When he was a child, Qi Zi'an really liked to climb trees, but he was not good at climbing trees. Nine out of ten times, he would get stuck on the tree, so he had to climb up and lead Qi Zi'an down.

Some pictures faintly appeared in Qi Wenliang's mind.

He saw the little Qi Zian and the little him.

Qi Zian cried loudly on the tree, crying so hard that his head and body were covered with white flowers.

Qi Zian, who was sobbing and sobbing, told him not to come up, saying that if he climbed up, he would not be able to get down, but he was not afraid at all, he climbed to the top of the tree in two or three steps, and then patted the flowers on Qi Zian's body.

He coaxed Qi Zian for a long time, and the little crying bag finally calmed down, and then followed him down the tree.

This picture is quite realistic, and all the details are vivid.

Qi Wenliang suddenly looked at the wall of the small courtyard, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The walls of the small courtyard were made of fences, but in his memory, when he looked down from the trees, he clearly saw many tall walls painted with vermilion paint, but unfortunately they did not look festive at all.

Even if he only saw it from the memories of the past, Qi Wenliang could feel his dislike for the vermilion high wall.

In order to dilute the displeasure in his heart, he turned his head to look at Qi Zian, washing his eyes with his beauty.

At this time, Qi Zian changed into a moon white shirt, which looked better, but he was dressed so seriously, it seemed that he was going out.

"You want to go out?" Qi Wenliang asked.

Qi Zian nodded and said why did his brother forget again.

"I'm going out to buy some things. If I don't buy vegetables and meat every day, they won't be fresh after a day."

Having said that, Qi Wenliang felt impressed again.

He asked Qi Zi'an to bring him some wine by the way, saying that he hadn't tasted wine for a long time, and he was thinking.

Qi Zian agreed and went out.

"What's going on in the mountains? Brewing wine with pine flowers, making tea with spring water." Qi Wenliang muttered contentedly, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already dark.

The sky is full of multicolored clouds, as gorgeous as a brocade dress, with an indescribable sense of magnificence.

This world seems to be made up of all kinds of beautiful scenery, and people can't feel the passage of time when they are in it.

The paintings are beautiful, there are no trees, there are no distant mountains surrounded by fairy spirits, and the sky full of clouds and clouds is also beautiful.

The people behind are more beautiful.

The beauty Qi Zian poured him a glass of wine and put it on the small table next to him, he drank it in one gulp, and Qi Zian refilled it for him.

He didn't have dinner today, and Qi Zian didn't mention it.

Drinking on an empty stomach, he quickly became drunk.

He started to chant poems again, and the poems jumped out as if showing off, really living up to his status as a teacher.

Qi Zi'an faintly heard what he said, "When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams to press the galaxy." When he looked up, the stars in the sky lit up one by one, forming a bright galaxy.

But where did the boat come from?

Qi Wenliang seemed to understand Qi Zian's confusion, so he tried to stand up, trying to explain something.It's a pity that he couldn't stand still and fell into Qi Zian's arms again.

This embrace was warm and comfortable, Qi Wenliang simply hugged Qi Zi'an back, and then whispered into his ear: "Fool, there is no boat, this poem means dreaming about you after being drunk."

Qi Zian was so excited by these words, he simply hugged him up and walked slowly into the house.

No boat, same bed.

The author has something to say: When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and crushes the galaxy.

From Tang Wenru's "Inscription on Green Grass Lake in Longyang County"

What's the matter in the mountains? Songhua wine, spring water sencha.

From "The Full Moon" by Zhang Kejiu

The fragrant trees fall without the flowers, and the birds are crying all the way in Chunshan.

"Spring Walking Improvisation" by Li Hua

Only after the torrential rain does the green color reappear, the evergreen trees are covered with dew, and the misty white mist is as light as it seems, I want to go to the autumn sky to be the dusk cloud.

From Master Jilian

It is impossible to write poetry, and you will never learn to write poetry in this life. You can only read more of what others have written, and then try to improve the style of the novel.

感谢在2020-05-0223:17:07~2020-05-0323:53:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 piece of fried fish;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: learn 1 minute more, husband Luo Yunxi 3 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!