[Xue Xiao colleagues] Spring is late

3: Vine tree grows

Xue Yang was awakened by a tangy fragrance. When he opened his eyes, it was almost dark, and something was simmering on the stove not far from the bed, and a slender orange-red afterglow was pulled out from the window. , just covering the person sitting by the stove, like agate, half of the side face is slightly transparent, and the white clothes also have a bright color in a trance.

His head was a little dizzy, and he couldn't figure out where the dreamy person in front of him came from for a moment, but he quickly realized, grabbed the teacup by the table and threw it at the person, the cup swirled in mid-air, hit Xiao Xingchen's waist fell to the ground again, and he rolled around in embarrassment but did not die, mocking the moody man ironically.

Xiao Xingchen was holding his face in a daze when his waist suddenly hurt, and a large brown mark soaked his coat. He opened his mouth halfway, looked at his waist and then at the person sitting on the bed, and said in a daze: " Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

Xue Yang tossed off the quilt and got out of bed, stooped in front of Xiao Xingchen, looked him up and down suspiciously, and slapped him on the shoulder fiercely: "Hey! You can't sleep in my house if you want to sleep, right? Are you really out of your mind? Get up and get out while I don't want to do anything. "

Xiao Xingchen rubbed his sore eyes, and subconsciously wanted to be obedient, but he didn't want to rush into the boy's protruding face, only to hear "Ouch", Xue Yang took a few steps back, clutching his nose, one by one. Lying on the ground on his back.Xiao Xingchen was dumbfounded, and hurried over to help him: "A Yang, are you alright?"

The hand that was rubbing his nose was put down, and Xue Yang had a ghostly expression: "You...what did you call me? Hiss, it hurts so much."

Xiao Xingchen laughed when he saw his stupefied look, he rubbed his face with two nosebleeds that were originally hanging under his nose, like a kitten that knocked over incense ash and rolled all over dirty, cute It's kind of funny.

Xue Yang was so annoyed by his laughter, he rushed over and pushed him, then hooked his legs and pushed him on the ground, turned over and rode on him, the posture that children used to fight, but at this moment it was inexplicably ambiguous, Xiao Xingchen couldn't move, and he didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not. His jade-like face was flushed red. He had never been treated like this before in his whole life, let alone such a nonchalant posture.

Xue Yang looked down at Xiao Xingchen. His injured arm had been carefully bandaged with medicine while he was unconscious. If Xiao Xingchen wanted to push him away, he would definitely sprain his arm and tear his wound again. Accepting the comforting words with a smile: "Can you let me get up first? The chicken soup is about to boil dry."

Xue Yang turned his head to take a look, sniffed his delicate nose, his eyes lit up and his sharp canine teeth showed: "You did it? Want to bribe me?"

Xiao Xingchen nodded: "Get up and I'll serve it for you."

"Who wants you to hold it? Don't I have long hands?" Xue Yang suddenly let go, Xiao Xingchen straightened up half of his body, and raised his arms to push his chest. Looking at the back of Xiao Xingchen's head, he pressed down again: "Did you poison me? Are you trying to poison me? I don't remember that I knew you. Didn't I dig your ancestral grave?"

Xiao Xingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his face was blush from the heat that Xue Yang spit out when he spoke, and he dodged uncomfortably from left to right and whispered: "Isn't poisoning something you like to do? I don't have any poison to poison, you release it quickly." Leave me alone, I can't breathe."

"Don't let it go, just don't let it go, you haven't said who you are, you beat me for no reason, don't think I'm easy to bully, and your friend, see if I don't kill him."

"Are you trying to kill me?" Song Lan hugged a bunch of things in her arms, and stared at the two rolled into a ball with a dark face: "Xingchen, what are you playing?"

Xiao Xingchen's skin seemed to be ignited by a fire, and he felt a burning sensation. Only then did he realize that not only were his legs pressed tightly by Xue Yang, but also his head was held by Xue Yang. This distance is too close, I'm afraid As long as he turned his face slightly, he could touch the soft lips of the other party.Xiaoxing was so ashamed, he didn't know why he had such an incredible idea suddenly, he was so embarrassed by Xue Yang, and Song Lan looked at him seriously, it was too embarrassing, he struggled for a long time, and hurriedly took advantage of Xue Yang Yang inadvertently pushed him, and got up from the ground by himself.

Xue Yang was not annoyed, and sat cross-legged on the ground, staring straight at Song Lan, and said gloomily, "Why are you here? I want to see if Grandpa is dead?"

Song Lan nodded and said, "Looks like you're doing well. I'm here to apologize to you. I accidentally hurt you. I really didn't want it. I hope you can forgive me."

Xue Yang had a gloomy face, looked at him for a moment and suddenly smiled: "You two are really ridiculous, one stabs me with a sword indiscriminately, and the other is an inexplicable familiar, I don't have time to play with you, nor I will forgive you for no reason, and it is my nature to repay you, so don’t think that you want to send me away after buying something, just saying sorry or something, get out of here quickly, and don’t let me see you.”

Xiao Xingchen stopped patting his clothes, took the things in Song Lan's hand stiffly, and urged him to go out: "Zichen, go to the inn and wait for me first, and I will explain to you later, you... will come back tomorrow." Come and apologize to him."

"Come again?" Song Lan was stunned. He couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Xiao Xingchen's gourd. From his point of view, this young man was clearly going his own way, and he was extremely frivolous. No matter how humble he was, he probably wouldn't Let it go, why did Xiao Xingchen pamper him again and again, even when he pushed him to the ground and stained his clothes, he didn't get angry?

Could it be that his friends also only love to play with their peers?He almost forgot that no matter how calm Xiao Xingchen was, it was only his first time going down the mountain, and he was only a 17-year-old boy.

And according to what he meant, why didn't it seem like he didn't go back with him?

Song Lan's eyes were uncertain, and he looked puzzled with a cold face: "Xingchen? Are you going to live here?" As he spoke, he looked around and found that although the room was clean and tidy, with wardrobes and tables, but the bed But there is only one, how can I sleep here?

Xiao Xingchen half-lowered his head and nodded lightly. Xue Yang felt displeased when he saw it. He jumped up from the ground and kicked the stool Xiao Xingchen was sitting on just now: "Are you finished? I have said that I hate you very much, who wants you to live in my house? Did I agree? "

hate him?Xiao Xingchen thought he heard it wrong, and raised his eyes to stare at Xue Yang. He had heard Xue Yang say this once during the day, and he thought Xue Yang was joking, but now he said it again. , do you really hate him?

Xiao Xingchen's expression was not very good, he stood for a long time before he seemed to have made up his mind, he took a breath and said, "Zichen, you go first, I have something to tell him, I will stay here until he recovers from his injury. "

Song Lan asked in confusion: "I caused his injury, and I should be the one to take care of him. Why bother you?"

A black sword stabbed towards the head, Xue Yang shouted angrily: "Get out! Get out, everyone! Wait at the mouth of the creek tomorrow, grandpa will kill you all."

"So what? Waiting? I'm afraid that some people put themselves down with a pack of poisonous powder, and they don't have to sneak into other people's arms." Song Lan's teeth itched in anger, staring and sarcastically throwing his sleeves away, Xiao Xingchen He found a place to put the things in his arms, washed his hands, and then went to get a bowl of chicken soup, as if Xue Yang didn't have the person he wanted to drive away.

Xue Yang stared at him dumbfounded, thinking that there is actually someone thicker than him, what the hell is going on?The eyeballs followed the person around, and became more and more irritable: "What does he mean? Who did I get into? It can't be him, can it? Also, I only have one bed and one set of bedding here. If you don't leave, why don't you still want me?" Sleeping with me? Are you still shameless?"

Taking the half-handed bowl back, Xiao Xingchen moved his fingers uncomfortably, opened his mouth and swallowed his thoughts, and said in his heart that he didn't know who insisted on pestering him to sleep with him back then, so he never said anything about himself. shameless?It's really a change of temper day by day.

He put the bowl on the table, pretended he didn't hear Xue Yang's cursing, and just lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I can just sit down tonight, and I'll buy a bed tomorrow."

"You still plan to stay for a long time!"

Xue Yang was so shocked that he circled Xiao Xingchen for half a circle in annoyance, kicked him suddenly, and kicked him in the lower back. Xiao Xingchen was kicked by him, so dizzy and dizzy from the pain that he lay on his stomach. On the bed, he gritted his teeth and his cheeks were sore, he turned his head and said angrily, "Xue Yang! Don't go too far."

Xue Yang crossed his arms and snorted coldly: "You are the one who wants to play with me, who wants you to pretend to be shopping and making chicken soup, you think I am rare, I don't like you very much, you should leave quickly , otherwise..." He looked Xiao Xingchen up and down, his eyes sparkling, as if he had thought of something funny.

"Otherwise what? You can still kill me?"

Xue Yang approached with malicious intentions on his chin, and said with a smile: "I've changed my mind, you look so good, your face is so white, your mouth is so red, when you fall asleep, I'll take medicine and take off your clothes... "

"How dare you!" Xiao Xingchen was shocked and angry, and suddenly straightened up from the bed. Xue Yang looked at him and sneered, "Why don't I dare? I'll take it off and sell it in a small shop. Such a beauty is such a waste, it needs more people to see it."

Xiao Xingchen was taken aback for a moment: "What is the Xiaoguan Pavilion?"

Xue Yang squinted his eyes and scoffed: "You don't know this? It's a place where men play with men! You are so stupid, your family dares to let you go out? Do you still want to live with me? I will do what I say."

Xiao Xingchen adjusted his messy breathing, suppressed his beating heart, and asked in disbelief: "You know so clearly, did you ever go there?"

Xue Yang raised his head and said triumphantly: "Of course, I haven't seen anything. Not only have I been there, I've also played. Why, you want to see it too? I'll take you there."

Xiao Xingchen was so angry that he couldn't say anything. He pointed at Xue Yang and yelled several times but couldn't say the rest. He really didn't understand how he became like this, or has always been like this. Whether it's affectionate or affectionate, it can be seen that everything is pretended.

He was suddenly at a loss, he didn't understand why he wanted to get entangled with him, to prevent him from sowing bad results, not to hurt himself and Song Lan again, or to be reconciled to him reliving the rest of his life, but Xue Yang never There is no trace in his life.

So he kept persuading himself that it was for the innocent lives of the Chang family, for his own eyes, and for Song Lan's view of Bai Xue, that he came to Kuizhou regardless of everything.

But why is it so uncomfortable to hear him say that he hates himself, and it is also so uncomfortable to hear him say that he has been to Fengyuechu Pavilion, shouldn't he hate him?Why can't stop thinking about him since seeing him, can't stop wanting to get closer to him, being ignored by him and forgotten by him, his heart is like stuffed with cotton, and he can't breathe.