I fucked a natural dumb student

64.

The last "trekking pole" was carried by Su Xinglan up the mountain.

No matter what Xia Anze said, he refused to use it again, and when Su Xinglan wanted to put it back in his bag, he was stopped again.

Xia Anze smiled very innocently: "I bought everything, how can I waste it, you can take it."

Su Xinglan was silent for five seconds, and Xia Anze kept staring at him, so he could only say yes.

He didn't even dare to think, if he refused, how likely it would be for Xia Anze to kick him down the mountain.

Probably because Su Xinglan's expression was too calm, Xia Anze was upset again, so he reached out and turned on the FM radio that he hadn't turned on yet.

Coincidentally, as soon as it was turned on, it was the opera channel, which was showing Butterfly Lovers.

Miserable and miserable.

Xia Anze clapped his hands, hiding his merits and fame: "Safety and entertainment are the same, let's go."

Su Xinglan took a leisurely look at Xia Anze, and while walking, he put a label on Xia Anze in his heart: hold grudges.

But there are two small words under "Retaining Grudges": cute.

65.

The view from the top of the mountain is really beautiful.

Standing on a high place and looking down, the red maple leaves all over the sky are connected into one piece. Occasionally, the wind blows, and the leaves are swayed by the blowing, like a large piece of burning flame, very gorgeous.

Su Xinglan has been in Nantah University for more than a year. Except for going home on vacation, she has never been out of school. She is always immersed in doing experiments in the laboratory. There will be such a beautiful scenery 10 minutes away from the school.

If it wasn't for Xia Anze, he might not have seen such a scene after graduation.

He will keep his head buried, moving forward on his own road, one road to the dark, unable to see or hear his surroundings.

Su Xinglan's parents are both doing scientific research, and they don't talk too much, and they concentrate on academics.

Probably hereditary, he has had this personality since he was a child, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it until Xia Anze pulled him out.

There was one more person in his world, but this person allowed him to see a beautiful and complete world that he had never seen before.

66.

Xia Anze turned off the radio, and pulled Su Xinglan's arm again: "Look! Isn't it beautiful!"

He smiled and looked at Su Xinglan from the side, his eyes were like a crescent moon, the fundus of his eyes were even dyed the red of maple leaves, very gorgeous.

His hair was covered with a layer of warm light from the sun, and his smile was brighter than the sun.

Su Xinglan looked at Xia Anze's profile, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat. He felt that no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it couldn't match Xia Anze's smile at this time.

He wanted to touch the corner of Xia Anze's upturned mouth, but also wanted Xia Anze to only smile at him.

Su Xinglan didn't know why he had such an idea. He nodded when Xia Anze pulled him again, looked at Xia Anze and said, "It looks good."

"It's the best looking one I've ever seen."

67.

Xia Anze came up to sketch.

After he set up the drawing board and arranged the paints, he suddenly remembered that Su Xinglan had nothing to do, so he took the things back: "I'm so used to Ye Qi that I forgot about it, forget it, let's do it next time. "

Su Xinglan was a little confused watching Xia Anze tossing back and forth, and pressed Xia Anze's hand that was collecting things: "What's wrong?"

Xia Anze said: "It takes me several hours to draw a picture, you must be very boring, I will come back with Ye Qi next time."

Su Xinglan heard Ye Qi's name from Xia Anze's mouth twice in a row, and felt a trace of unexplained unhappiness in his heart, "It's okay, it's not boring, you draw."

Without waiting for Xia Anze to refuse again, he took out the things Xia Anze took back one by one by himself.

Xia Anze couldn't resist him, so he had to paste the drawing paper and start to draw.

He originally wanted to draw maple leaves, but when he saw Su Xinglan who was sitting on the ground silently letting go, the tip of his pen began to get out of control.

He thought: handsome guys appreciate red leaves, there is no reason to only paint red leaves but not handsome guys.

Yan Kong gays have never done such things as throwing things away.

Xia Anze was thinking wildly, and Su Xinglan's outline gradually took shape on the drawing paper.

68.

Su Xinglan was very dazed. When Xia Anze finished painting a painting, he didn't say a word, and he didn't get up to do anything.

Xia Anze hid the painting behind him, approached on tiptoe, and suddenly jumped in front of Su Xinglan: "Hey! I'm done!"

However, extreme joy begets sorrow, he stepped on a small rock that could roll, and suddenly he tilted and was about to fall to the side.

Su Xinglan was not startled by Xia Anze's voice, but was startled by his actions, jumped up and grabbed Xia Anze and pulled him into his arms.

In his panic, he got a little stronger, Xia Anze crashed into his arms directly, Su Xinglan subconsciously wrapped his arms around Xia Anze's waist, and stepped back a few steps.

The two of them collided, their chests pressed against each other, their body temperature was transmitted to each other through their clothes, their heartbeats were surprisingly consistent, and they were getting faster and faster.

69.

Xia Anze held the painting in his hand and hugged Su Xinglan's waist, he didn't know whether to let it go or not.

He thought about a rare hug, if you get it, you earn it, and every second is a second.

However, before the small calculation in his heart started, Xia Anze felt something hard against his stomach.

I rely on it, right?

Xia Anze froze immediately, he didn't dare to move, his ears were red and hot, and he didn't know how many small trains had passed by.

Su Xinglan immediately let go of his hand, his face was a little unnatural, and he adjusted his posture.

Before Xia Anze came back to his senses, seeing Su Xinglan move, his face turned red to the point of smoking.

He is straight!Xia Anze yelled in his heart: Don't think about it!He is straight!

Another Xia Anze asked again: He is a straight man, how can he be so hard?

Xia Anze struggled: Men just don't move at all!It's just a normal physiological reaction!

Another Xia Anze: Oh, you are right.

Then it went away with a bang.

70.

Xia Anze coughed a few times pretending, as if nothing happened: "I was scared to death just now, fortunately you are quick."

Xia Anze handed the painting to Su Xinglan and said, "For you."

Su Xinglan picked it up, and found himself in the painting, with the red leaves all over the sky in the background.

Su Xinglan had seen Xia Anze's paintings on the school bulletin board. He didn't have much artistic talent, but he could tell that Xia Anze's paintings were different, but he didn't know what was different.

Looking at Xia Anze's painting of himself now, he can vaguely understand: it's gentleness.

Xia Anze's paintings are very gentle, even the self under his brush looks a little gentle.

Xia Anze said: "I don't draw people very much anymore, I hope I haven't lost the standard."

Su Xinglan asked almost subconsciously: "Then who else have you painted?"

Xia Anze said without thinking, "Ye Qi."

Su Xinglan: "Oh."

For the third time, he thought.