Do not provoke

Tang Xingbei, huh?With a sound, he looked back at him, hesitating: "What chance?"

Fang Lin refused to say any more, and sat up: "Get up, didn't you say you want to go out to play?"

"……Fine."

It was only 08:30 when I got up early and washed up. Aunt Zhao had already prepared breakfast. The two of them sat at the dining table and ate something casually. After chatting with grandma for a while, they were ready to go out.

"Old Li has just repaired the bicycle in the yard. It should be no problem to take someone else to ride." Aunt Zhao said while wiping the table, "But Yangjiang Road is under construction, you two remember to take a detour."

"understood!"

Today's weather is fine, the sun is golden and dappled bright spots in the shade of the trees.

"Stand here and wait for me." Tang Xingbei hurriedly said, and got into the grape vine trellis in the yard.

After a while, he jumped out, turned around and dragged out an old bicycle that should have been repainted.

Tang Xingbei carried the car to the road with one hand, held the handlebar with one hand, looked up and down, and then shook the back seat of the car: "It should be fine, it's quite stable."

He turned around and got on the bicycle, propping himself on the ground with one leg, squinting his eyes in the sunlight, turned his head to Fang Lin and raised his chin: "Come up."

Fang Lin smiled, stepped forward and sat down.

"Hold on tight." Tang Xingbei rang the bell with one hand, "The path is not repaired, it will be a bit bumpy."

Fang Lin didn't speak, put his feet on the brackets on both sides of the car, and reached out to hold the seat.

"gone."

Tang Xingbei pedaled the car halfway up to help, and easily turned out of the door, all the way west.

The sun in midsummer is hot, but through the shade of the lush trees, a lot of the temperature has dissipated, and it is very comfortable with the breeze.

On both sides of the boulevard are long red brick walls, which can't be seen at a glance. The walls are mottled and peeling off, with an old yellow color, and moss spreads from the corners of the walls.

Tang Xingbei wore a simple pair of white short-sleeved black shorts. When he was bending over to ride, the wind was blowing into his clothes.

The curve of the bulging hem of the clothes lightly swept over Fang Lin's side face, itching, he squinted his eyes.

Out of the long streets and alleys, you can see lush forests in the distance.

There is an empty and dilapidated platform at the intersection. The gray-blue station sign has faded paint, and the name of the place is unclear. Unknown wild vines climbed on it, standing alone in the shade of the tree.

Through the gaps in the shade of the trees, the light blue sky with white clouds floating in it could be vaguely seen. Fang Lin looked up for a while, feeling a little glaring.

He retracted his gaze and closed his eyes.

"Tell me if you're thirsty," Tang Xingbei's voice came through the wind, clear and clean, "I brought water."

Fang Lin didn't speak, and put one hand gently on his short sleeve, which was blown up by the wind, through a thin layer of fabric, feeling his movements through the swinging arc.

Tang Xingbei didn't notice it, turned his head, stretched out his hand and pointed to the left: "Look there!"

Fang Lin withdrew his hand and looked in the direction he pointed.

Across the yellowing and lush fields under the sun, there is a large forest on the opposite bank, with lush branches and leaves swaying in the wind, and you can almost feel the coolness from the wind.

This wild and desolate landscape completely isolates the precious glass city, and every plant and tree reveals a sense of freedom outside the world.

"It's beautiful, I used to play in the woods when I was young." Tang Xingbei said.

Fang Lin nodded: "Pretty."

Tang Xingbei curled his lips and smiled: "Wait, there are more beautiful ones."

As he spoke, he suddenly got up and accelerated his riding speed.

The whirling wind rushed towards Tang Xingbei with the familiar smell of branches and soil, Fang Lin was distracted for a moment, and put his hand on Tang Xingbei's waist to support him.

Although there is a cool wind to dissipate heat, it is midsummer with [-] degrees Celsius after all, and the warmth of Fang Lin's palm can still be heard clearly through the thin clothes.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Tang Xingbei seemed to be able to feel the temperature in the area around his waist slowly rising, scorching and sultry.

He hesitated, as if he wanted to look back, or remind Fang Lin that it was too hot to loosen his hands.

But I don't know why, but I still didn't make a sound. I just gritted my teeth and tried my best to focus on the handlebars in my hands, so that my palms were sweating.

Not only him, Fang Lin also slowly recovered.

He didn't move, relying on Tang Xingbei's blind spot, he stared unscrupulously at the waistline where his right hand fell.

Tang Xingbei has a good figure, juvenile and thin, with a narrow and tough waist. When he gets close, he can clearly feel the tight curvature of his abdominal muscles, and he keeps rubbing his palms up and down as he rides a bicycle.

In order to prevent any uncontrollable situation from happening later, Fang Lin only dazed for a moment, then took advantage of the tendency to turn and moved his hand away.

Tang Xingbei breathed a sigh of relief.

The place he was going to take Fang Lin to was not far away, and it took only ten minutes to ride there.

Soon, after the bicycle turned into the tree-lined path and rode forward for a while, it braked suddenly. Tang Xingbei rang the bell on one leg, and hurriedly said, "Here we are."

Fang Lin followed him and jumped out of the car.

When he stood still, Tang Xingbei threw the car to the side of the tree, turned around and entered the forest: "Follow me."

Fang Lin didn't say much, got up and followed.

Tang Xingbei said that the more beautiful place is a small stream, the flow speed is very slow, the clear water is transparent to the bottom, the small springs are still bubbling, and there is a rainbow under the reflection of the light spots.

"How is it?" Tang Xingbei raised his eyebrows under the sunlight scattered by the branches and leaves, his eyelashes were slightly golden.

Fang Lin looked at him and said after a long time, "It's really beautiful."

His gaze was a little deep, and Tang Xingbei suddenly remembered the scorching heat around his waist, which caused him to turn his head quickly, block the sun with one hand, and looked forward with a frown: "I don't care about you anymore. , I’m going to play in the water first.”

"Go." Fang Lin picked a piece of grass and sat down.

As expected, Tang Xingbei ignored him, raised his hand and hurriedly took off his short sleeves, stepped on the pebbles beside the stream to the depths of the stream, moved his neck twice, opened his arms and smashed it head-on.

The splash of water hit Fang Lin all over, but he didn't move, he only tilted his face slightly, with water dripping from the tip of his hair, he raised his eyes to look at the figure in the stream.

Tang Xingbei probably had something on his mind, he just lowered his head and swam on his own, without saying a word.

His skin is very white, especially when there are drops of water, it is clear, and it is so white that it is a little reflective in the sun.

When he got up and walked towards him, the water at the collarbone in the shoulder socket slowly slid down along the smooth abdominal muscles, which were flexible and slender.

Fang Lin watched him walk in front of him, looked down at himself, frowned and scratched his hair: "Let's talk."

He raised his head: "OK."

The two lay side by side on the grass by the stream, looking at the blue sky through the shade of the trees.

They said they wanted to chat, but no one spoke up first.

It was Tang Xingbei who spoke first, with a calm tone: "How is your leg?"

"The panel will be disassembled next week," Fang Lin said.

"Ah."

After Tang Xingbei responded, he fell silent again.

The two of them were so close that they could easily touch each other with a slight movement of their arms, and they could even faintly feel the temperature of their sides.

But Fang Lin didn't dare to move.

He could sense Tang Xingbei's confusion and irritability, but he didn't know where he was thinking, let alone whether he would move forward after he figured it out, or quickly strip away that subtle feeling.

Just thinking about it, a temperature suddenly came from the fingertips, wrapped in the warm skin, numb.

Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, and the blood pumped by his heartbeat rushed up.

He stared stiffly at the white cloud floating in front of his face, but he didn't dare to turn his head, and his breathing barely kept steady.

But that period of warmth and coolness was quickly withdrawn, and then Tang Xingbei said with a little embarrassment, in a low voice: "Fuck, I was shocked... I thought it was a bug."

Fang Lin was silent for a moment, smiled, and sighed again.

After a while, Tang Xingbei turned to look at him: "What are you sighing for?"

"It's okay." Fang Lin narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did you play here by yourself when you were young?"

Tang Xingbei groaned, pulled a grass casually, and tied a knot in front of his eyes out of boredom: "Sometimes with my cousin."

He seemed to be remembering something, and frowned in disgust: "But I don't like to bring him here, he always pees when swimming, every time I pee, I beat him once, and then my aunt won't let him play with me after beating too much."

Fang Lin stared at his slender fingers playing with grass, and smiled for a long time: "You are very funny."

"...Where is the fun."

Tang Xingbei noticed his gaze, raised his hand, opened it, squinted his eyes and waved in front of his eyes: "This?"

Fang Lin paused, his Adam's apple rolled, and he let out a hum.

Tang Xingbei didn't make a sound, turned his head back, just stared at his hand, watching quietly in front of the sun.

His knuckles are thin and white, and when the light shines through, the fingertips are light and transparent red, very beautiful, it is a hand suitable for playing the piano and writing...or even doing something.

Fang Lin slowly bent one leg, and looked away without opening his eyes.

Tang Xingbei didn't seem to notice his movements, still staring at his hands, for a long time, he snapped his fingers lightly: "Give it to me."

"...What." Fang Lin closed his eyes, the colors in front of him under the sun were colorful.

"hand."

Fang Lin had a meal.

Seeing that he was not moving, Tang Xingbei directly grabbed his wrist, held it in front of his eyes for a closer look, and then compared it.

It is obviously similar to my own hand... I don't know why, but it always attracts my attention inexplicably.

His fingertips were soft, and when he slid up and down, Fang Lin closed his eyes, breathed out soundlessly, and bent his left leg upwards again.

Tang Xingbei didn't notice his small movements, and still turned his fingers to look back and forth.

There was a scar on the upper part of Fang Lin's left hand, which was slightly white, and the slightly raised healed area was delicate to the touch, about three to four centimeters in length.

He frowned, rubbed his fingertips on the scar, and was about to take a closer look, but Fang Lin suddenly withdrew his hand, and his voice was slightly sandy: "...itch."

Tang Xingbei was a little embarrassed, he rubbed his palms on his pants, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with that scar on your hand, it won't hurt here if you fight, right?"

Fang Lin paused, raised his hand, and glanced.

It took about 30 seconds before he spoke, and said in a cold tone, "My dad did it."

Tang Xingbei was so startled that he raised his left arm and turned over towards him in an instant, his eyes widened, and he couldn't even control the tone of his voice that almost broke his voice: "Your father?!"

Fang Lin turned his face to look at him, and laughed: "Are you thirsty, the tone is broken."

Tang Xingbei didn't make a sound, just looked at him with a straight frown.

Fang Lin looked at him in silence for a long time, finally sighed, hooked the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand and flicked his arm: "Aren't you tired from supporting him like this?"

"Stop talking nonsense, what's going on." Tang Xingbei frowned and remained motionless.

Fang Lin paused, and looked at him in surprise.

Although Tang Xingbei looks thorny, prickly and arrogant on the surface, he has long habitually wrapped himself into an isolated ball, and will never go out of bounds at any time, or even interfere with other people's privacy.

Fang Lin squinted his eyes, and after a while, he pointed out: "Aren't you quite rational before?"

Tang Xingbei paused: "Today is no longer rational."

Fang Lin quickly raised his head and glanced at him.

Both of them seem to understand the hidden meaning of this sentence, but they don't seem to understand it. The surroundings are very quiet, only the rushing of the stream and the noisy cicadas can be heard.

Fang Lin slowly looked away, looked at the clouds in the sky, and suddenly said, "I raised a sheep when I was young."

"……Um?"

Tang Xingbei didn't expect this to be the beginning, and was stunned for a moment.

"Shut up and listen to me." Fang Lin clicked his tongue.

Tang Xingbei shut his mouth obediently.

"It was me... when I was five or six years old, my grandfather gave me that little lamb as a birthday present."

It was probably the first time Fang Lin talked about this with others, and he slowly organized his words, his voice was deep: "I have raised her for... more than a year. I will take it out for a walk to graze after school."

Having said that, he was silent for a moment.

Tang Xingbei didn't rush him, but waited quietly.

"... Later it grew up." Fang Lin raised his hand, looked at the scar on his palm, and narrowed his eyes.

"My dad was a civil servant when he was young, and his family was considered well-off. But later, I don't know where he learned how to play cards. When my mother and I found out, he had already lost all the money the family had saved for several years. He also owed a lot of usury... If the real estate certificate hadn't been transferred, the house would have been gone long ago."

Fang Lin was silent for a moment, then narrowed his eyes: "Then he fell in love with that sheep."

Hearing this, Tang Xingbei roughly guessed what happened next.

In the evening when it was raining heavily, Xiao Fang stared at the man in front of him desperately, and hugged the iron gate outside the railing tightly.

Fang Jianguo's eyes were as red as crazy, and he pointed at him with an old-fashioned knife for slaughtering cattle and sheep in one hand, and cursed: "You bastard! Don't think I don't know which family you are from! Lao Tzu Bai Don’t be so fucking blind to raise you up! Get out of the way!”

Xiao Fanglin was drenched all over, his clothes and hair were sticking to his body in a daze, dripping with water, but his eyes were bright, and he didn't say a word, his eyes were full of hostility.

Probably because his eyes were too hateful, Fang Jianguo suddenly felt flustered that he didn't dare to look him directly in the eyes, but soon felt angry again, so he stepped forward, kicked him hard, and cursed: "Let you fuck off!"

The pain in his shoulders and back, but Xiao Fang Lin remained silent, gritted his teeth and held the iron chains tightly.

The heavy rain blurred his vision, and Fang Jianguo's yelling and cursing confused his hearing.

But he suddenly turned his head as if he felt it, and saw Chen Yun standing at the door under the noisy rain curtain, arms folded, watching with cold eyes.

He seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope from despair, his eyes were suddenly hot and wet, and he wanted to open his mouth to beg, but before he could say the word mother, Chen Yun turned back indifferently and went back to the room, closing the door with a bang.

Five or six-year-old children can't resist the strength of adults at all. Xiao Fanglin failed to hold his sheep, and kicked into the mud puddle with the most resolute foot, and the sheep bleated miserably behind him.

He was trembling with pain, but when Fang Jianguo stabbed it's neck with a knife by the horns, he suddenly got up with strength and rushed forward, reaching out and grabbing the blade.

……

He didn't say anything further, and Tang Xingbei didn't ask what happened to the sheep. He just stretched out his hand to grab his finger, flipped through it, and sure enough, he saw another scar near the tiger's mouth.

He frowned: "...your dad is nothing compared to mine."

Fang Lin smiled for a long time, and let him fiddle with his fingers: "Indeed."

"Does it hurt?" Tang Xingbei turned to look at him with the support of his elbow, and asked hesitantly, "Just... when he was grabbing the knife."

"forget."

Tang Xingbei frowned.

Fang Lin smiled, turned his face and looked up at him: "I really forgot, I was still young at that time, so I don't have much memory, but I remember this incident more clearly."

Tang Xingbei glanced at him, but didn't say anything, and continued to look down at his hands.

The air gradually quieted down, and the sound of small insects mixed with the breeze came, very quiet.

It was hot and dry in midsummer, and the skin was gradually sweating, and the fingers were slightly slippery when they intersected.

A familiar throbbing suddenly surged up in his heart, Tang Xingbei pursed the corners of his mouth lightly, his eyes still lowered, and his fingertips slowly rubbed the knuckles of his index finger.

He was still maintaining his elbow support, with his upper body sideways, and his arms were very close to Fang Lin, almost within a distance of touching them with a single movement.

But the two of them didn't move, nor did they look at each other, they stared at each other's half-held hands tacitly.

The breathing is audible, and the slightly rapid ups and downs almost seem to be entangled, as if there are invisible threads lingering around the body, becoming more and more entangled.

They probably knew in their hearts that they should withdraw their hands earlier, say a concluding remark calmly, and return to normal communication.

But no one spoke up first.

I don't know how long it took before Tang Xingbei calmly let go of his hand, turned over and lay flat on the grass again, staring at the snow-white clouds.

After a while, he rubbed his elbows and muttered curses under his breath, "...it hurts like hell."

Fang Lin laughed silently for a long time, then sighed.

Tang Xingbei didn't ask him again why he sighed, and just lay beside him, admiring the sky through the shade of the trees.

"Are there any fish in the water?" Fang Lin asked.

"Yes." Tang Xingbei walked intently, "I don't know."

"Go catch a fish." Fang Lin said.

"……what?"

Fang Lin said concisely: "Go down and have a look."

Tang Xingbei looked at him inexplicably, oh, got up and got into the water.

Fang Lin straightened up quickly when he was too far away to see this side, looked down, frowned, cursed in a low voice, and quickly loosened his pants.

It's... so terrible.

The author has something to say: It’s nice to be young~(*/ω＼*)

Thank you Mr. Gu for Mr. Jiang, Ah Huang, and do.'s nutrient solution~

I would like to ask for the advance receipt of the new article "Xu You Presumptuousness" (also known as "Little Uncle")~ The copy is as follows:

Lazy, profligate, and free to do whatever he wants to be attacked by X's paranoid scheming and black-cut black young wolf dog, with a seven-year age difference, the writing is not cheating.

In the most frivolous years, Jiang Chengyi took in a child who was pushed by the debtor to repay the debt on a whim.

He was strange for a while, and he treated Xue Ran very well in secret, but he has a bad temper, and always likes to tease him by hooking his fingers lazily: "Good boy, call him uncle."

At that time, Xiao Xue Ran was serious and cold, with the corners of his lips pursed, staring at him coldly, eyes full of vigilance and humiliation.

Young Master Jiang's kindness in raising the cubs was taken as a donkey's liver and lungs, and he quickly let go and left people behind, continuing to wander freely.

Until one day, the Jiang family went bankrupt, and Jiang Chengyi was hastily forced by his parents to leave the country for many years.

As long as he had been gone, Xue Ran endured the unspeakable cinnabar mole on his heart and burned it for so long.

When they met again later, he stared intently at Jiang Chengyi's familiar lazy and wavy smile, the corners of his eyes quickly turned red, and the fragile line of defense in his heart collapsed.

Xue Ran finally had to admit that from the very first sight, he fell in love with this person.

----

Jiang Chengyi never understood why Xue Ran refused to call him uncle until one night he forced him into a corner step by step.

Xue Ran leaned down and stared at him coldly, the emotion in his eyes was extremely absurd and scorching: "You already know that I have never had any affection for you."

--small theater--

Later, at certain times, Xue Ran always liked to call him in a low and hoarse voice stubbornly: "Little uncle...you open your eyes and look at me."

At that time, Jiang Chengyi frowned impatiently, but gritted his teeth and refused to respond.

Note: 1V1, under the age, age difference of seven years, double c, no blood relationship household registration is also irrelevant