I ate soft rice in those years

Zhuang Zongyuan hugged Chu Wenlin from behind and kissed his ear, "The gift I gave you has arrived, do you want to see it?"

Chu Wenlin turned his head, "What?"

Zhuang Zongyuan smiled and held his hand, "Follow me."

The guests downstairs were still chatting freely, but the protagonist of the banquet went down the hidden stairs to the horse farm in the back mountain.

Chu Wenlin took Zhuang Zongyuan's hand and walked over slowly. Although he already knew what the gift was, he still smiled happily when he saw it.

The white horse in front of him was well-proportioned and tall, with a soft mane, gleaming under the sun, and looked very majestic.

"When I went to see it, the first time I saw it, I thought it should belong to you." Zhuang Zongyuan took Chu Wenlin's hand up and touched it, and the white horse lowered its head meekly.

Chu Wenlin felt the feeling of the white horse's mane, turned his head and glanced at the person next to him, "Thank you."

Zhuang Zongyuan let go of his hand, "Go."

The coach has been waiting by the side for a long time, teaching Chu Wenlin the posture and method of riding a horse, as well as the precautions for riding a horse, etc. Chu Wenlin listened carefully for a while, but only felt in the fog.

He reached out for the rope from the coach.

"Here, sir, you are still a beginner, let me take the lead."

"No, give it to me." Chu Wenlin took the rope and looked straight ahead, with his legs directly pinching the horse's belly, instructing the white horse to run slowly.

I don't know if he has experience, but his limbs seemed to have memories, and he drove the horse at a fast trot directly and smoothly.

The coach was startled at first, as beginners could not maintain balance in such a situation, and could easily fall off their horses, but Zhuang Zongyuan who was present didn't say anything, so he just stood there nervously, praying all the time not to fall off the horse. accident.

To his surprise, Chu Wenlin didn't fall off the horse, and didn't even tilt his body in the slightest.

Facing the light, Chu Wenlin came galloping from afar on horseback, the sun seemed to be left behind by him, the cuffs of the white shirt were half bulged by the wind, the light-colored hair was flying in the air, the whole figure looked like Running towards Zhuang Zongyuan as if glowing.

Zhuang Zongyuan's heart beat with the crisp sound of the horse's hooves. When Chu Wenlin stopped in front of him, he felt that he could no longer breathe.

He clenched the head of his stick and walked forward, looking at Chu Wenlin with a smile in his eyes, "Are you happy?"

Chu Wenlin nodded, and there was still some sweat on his forehead.

He looked at Zhuang Zongyuan with a serious expression, as if he was thinking about something, then reached out and held Zhuang Zongyuan's hand, "I'll take you to ride a horse, okay?"

The coach next to him wanted to dissuade him. Although Chu Wenlin was extremely talented, no one could tell what would happen if he brought someone along.

But Zhuang Zongyuan held Chu Wenlin's hand without hesitation, "Okay."

It didn't take much effort to get on the horse, Chu Wenlin let Zhuang Zongyuan sit in front of him, he put his head on Zhuang Zongyuan's shoulder, pulled up the rope and said with a smile: "It's about to start."

Zhuang Zongyuan had an accident when he was very young, and since then he has not done this kind of sports again.

It seems that he has long forgotten the feeling of the gust of wind blowing by his ears, and the freshness of his heart beating violently. Behind him, Chu Wenlin hugged him tightly with his arms. It is not that the two of them were closer than now, but only At this moment, Zhuang Zongyuan hoped that it would end like this, that all life and death should not continue, and just stay in the present.

They ran out of the stables to the edge of the forest.

The white horse's footsteps slowed down, Chu Wenlin ran around, and was already a little out of breath, but he was very happy in his heart.

Zhuang Zongyuan turned his head and took his hand.

Chu Wenlin rested his face on Zhuang Zongyuan's shoulder, and both of them couldn't help laughing silently.

When the two got off their horses and returned to the manor, someone had already spotted them.

How could he not have a few more words with the host after taking the trouble to come here? Zhuang Zongyuan was happy at this time, with a smile on his expression, and said a few more words to them.

But Chu Wenlin couldn't be in a crowded place, so he went upstairs without staying too long and let the housekeeper continue to entertain.

Even so, this group of people felt that it was worthwhile to come.

In the bedroom, Zhuang Zongyuan helped Chu Wenlin change out of his riding clothes, and the two of them took a bath.

Zhuang Zongyuan dried Chu Wenlin's hair with a towel, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

"I'm not sleepy yet."

Zhuang Zongyuan turned on the phonograph and chose a long and elegant piece of music, "Want to dance?"

"Do you dance women's steps?" Chu Wenlin blurted out, making both of them stunned for a moment, Zhuang Zongyuan slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "Okay."

He leaned his cane against the wall and stretched out his hand towards Chu Wenlin.

However, Chu Wenlin hesitated.

Seeing this, Zhuang Zongyuan opened Chu Wenlin's drawer with one hand, and ran his fingertips across the box that Chu Wenlin had half stuffed in the morning, "Uncle thinks it can be more full."

"Jump. Come on." Chu Wenlin immediately stood up and put his arms around his waist.

Zhuang Zongyuan was really helpless with Chu Wenlin, he lowered his head and bit his face with love and hatred.

Chu Wenlin laughed itchyly.

Then the two began to dance slowly to the music.

Because the other party's legs were inconvenient, Chu Wenlin tried his best to lead the dance, and Zhuang Zongyuan pressed his neck to him, "Are you still dancing this dance with others?"

"No."

"Then how did you do it?" Zhuang Zongyuan asked meaningfully.

"..." Chu Wenlin also realized this problem at this time, but when he thought deeply, his head hurt, "Maybe I learned it before."

Zhuang Zongyuan didn't speak after hearing this, but opened his mouth and bit Chu Wenlin's neck.

There was no effort, but it still made Chu Wenlin's heart tremble.

Along his slender neck, Zhuang Zongyuan kissed Chu Wenlin's lips, and then the two of them rolled onto the bed for some unknown reason.

During the fierce kiss just now, the buttons of Zhuang Zongyuan's clothes were undone, as if to seduce Chu Wenlin, Zhuang Zongyuan raised his head to look at Chu Wenlin, cupped his chin with both hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Pain on Uncle. neat."

……

Until a piece of music stopped, the two of them were not over yet.

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The next day, when Zhuang Zongyuan opened his eyes, he found that Chu Wenlin had already woken up.

He was wearing a thin coat and sitting on the window sill with his back facing Zhuang Zongyuan. There was an easel in front of him, and the paintbrush made a slight brushing sound as it passed across the drawing board.

Zhuang Zongyuan stood up, unconcernedly revealing his ambiguous body, and slowly moved behind Chu Wenlin, and then he saw that he drew the scene of two people riding the same horse on the horse farm yesterday.

The bright sunlight at noon blurred their expressions on the painting, leaving only the extremely intimate figures running towards the distance.

Chu Wenlin found Zhuang Zongyuan beside him, and put down the last stroke without any haste, put the brush back into the bucket, and the color of the pen tip spread in the water instantly.

He turned his head and saw that Zhuang Zongyuan came by himself, and suddenly remembered that Zhuang Zongyuan had been walking with him with a cane for a while, "In the future, try to use a wheelchair as much as possible. Long-term walking is not good for your legs."

Zhuang Zongyuan smiled and said in a low voice: "Understood."

He looked at the painting, slowly took Chu Wenlin's hand, and kissed his palm again and again, as softly as a cloud in the sky.

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