Vicious cannon fodder loves farming

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

The hand holding Yao Yan's shoulder became more and more forceful, Yao Yan pursed his lower lip lightly, staring intently at the man who tried his best to suppress him.

"No, not fat," said Han Xiucai, who forced himself to look away from Yao Yan's lips, with a hoarse voice.

"Have you looked carefully?"

Yao Yan leaned slightly, and approached Han Xiucai with half a fist again, and now the breaths of the two were entangled together, but Yao Yan got closer and closer, as if he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with such a distance.

They are not fools, Han Xiucai looked at the person in front of him, he was surprised and happy, when Yao Yan was about to tease him a few times, he felt the hand holding his head suddenly move forward!

Immediately afterwards, he threw himself into Han Xiucai's broad arms, his jaw hurt slightly, and Han Xiucai's breath rushed towards his face until the shadow completely covered it...

After being sticky for about half a moment, Han Xiucai reluctantly let go of his hand, letting Yao Yan, who was flushed and breathless, lean on his shoulder to breathe heavily.

"Are you a dog?"

There is no end to kissing.

Finally calmed down, Yao Yan raised his hand and pinched Han Xiucai's slightly stiff arm.

Han Xiucai took advantage of the opportunity to wrap his big hands around the other party, and said in an uncomfortably soft voice, "I belong to you."

What nonsense.

Yao Yanqing coughed, rubbed his head on Han Xiucai's shoulder, and then took the other's big hand to fiddle with. The blush on his face made him look better, and Han Xiucai's jaw moved slightly.

"I just let you see where I am fat, you are better," Yao Yan took Han Xiucai's hand in his hand, squinted at someone, and complained, "I treat you like a brother, but you want to..."

"Thinking about what?"

Han Xiucai leaned forward and passed Yao Yan's lips. The warm touch quickly reminded Yao Yan of the warmth of the other party just now, and he couldn't help but soften his body. Yao Yan's shoulder.

Gentle and domineering.

Yao Yan was fascinated by the breath in his arms, he stretched out his arms around the other party and hugged him tightly without hesitation, which was simply unbearable.

"You want to hold me in your hands and never let go, do you?"

In the warmth, Yao Yan said softly.

Han Xiucai put his chin on the top of Yao Yan's head and rubbed it lightly. Hearing this, he nodded, "Yes, Brother Yao, would you like it?"

"But you should know how difficult it is."

"As long as the difficulty is not that you don't want to," Han Xiucai hugged him tightly, with a low voice, "No one wants me to give up on you."

Yao Yan raised his head, leaned forward and kissed Han Xiucai, "You have to remember what you said today."

"I will never forget."

Han Xiucai looked at him gravely.

Then Yao Yan felt light all over his body, and he was picked up by Han Xiucai!

Yao Yan blinked, hooked Han Xiucai's neck, and glanced at Han Xiucai's bed with his small eyes.

Seeing that Han Xiucai was full of anger.

But he also knew that no matter how much they communicated with each other, today's matter would not be accomplished.

Furthermore, this is an academy, and he is not willing to let Yao Yan give him all of himself in this simple and cold dormitory.

Not long after the two got tired of lying on the bed, they heard many people outside saying that it was snowing.

"Shall we go see it too?"

Yao Yan took a deep breath, and slightly pushed Han Xiucai away. Han Xiucai easily released his hand that was holding him, and after kissing him vigorously, he pulled him up to sit up, and tidied up for him with his own hands. Only then did he open the window solemnly.

The two looked out the window, and saw that the originally dark sky was gradually covered with snowflakes. Yao Yan got up and walked to the window, and stretched out his hand to catch it.

"Be careful of the cold."

Han Xiucai took his hand, but he stretched out his hand, caught it and put it in front of Yao Yan.

Yao Yan glanced at him with a smile, "I'm cold, are you cold?"

"How can I be cold?"

Han Xiucai grabbed Yao Yan's waist and used the height of the window to press Yao Yan hard against him. Yao Yan clearly felt the spirit of the other party.

He coughed, pretended not to know, and walked out with his hands behind his back, "I have to go."

It's not that he doesn't want to stay, but that Master Wang's class is about to start, and he can't let Han Xiucai not go to class because of his beauty.

What a delay.

"Is this gone?"

Han Xiucai picked up the cloak on the bed and chased after him, trying to put it on Yao Yan. Yao Yan bit Han Xiucai's index finger, and the slight tingling pain made Han Xiucai's breathing worse.

Seeing this, Yao Yan quickly let go, held back a smile and glanced at Han Xiucai's obviously raised position, "There is my cloak on the carriage, don't worry, I made it for you, can I rest assured if you don't wear it?"

"really have?"

Han Xiucai coughed and turned slightly to avoid Yao Yan's gaze. The more he watched, the harder it was for him to go on.

"Really," Yao Yan grabbed Han Xiucai's hand and squeezed it, "Okay, I'm going back, you study hard."

"I know," Han Xiucai insisted on sending Yao Yan to the mountain gate. After looking at the cloak on the car, he returned to the academy with satisfaction.

Yao Yan looked at his leaving back and smiled slightly.

Seeing that the snow was falling more and more heavily, Yao Gui urged Yao Yan into the carriage, visited two shops one after another, and returned home around noon.

"The snow is getting bigger and bigger, I'm worried! Are you cold? Go change into warm clothes first, and then go to the fire room to get warm. His father will bring ginger soup over for them to drink before changing clothes! "

Mother Yao, who had been paying attention to the gate of the courtyard, hurried out when she heard the sound of horseshoes.

Yao Yan and Yao Gui obeyed obediently.

By the time they sat in front of the warm fire, it was snowing heavily outside.

"Fortunately, I will go to the school next spring. Otherwise, in such a cold weather, not to mention whether you can handle it or not, it will be difficult enough for those children."

Yao's mother brought two bowls of hot noodles and told them to eat quickly to fill their stomachs.

Yao Yan replied while eating, "It's still the village chief who has the eyesight. If he says it's going to snow, it will really snow. Otherwise, I might have to let the children come to school for a few more days."

"Yes," Yao Gui nodded, "The village chief has really good eyesight."

Father Yao laughed when he heard the words, "They are all peasants, their eyes are venomous, and it has only snowed in Laba, so this year is going to be tough."

At the end, Father Yao's tone also became serious.

If the snow does not stop for a long time, there will be a snow disaster, and the people affected by the disaster will be miserable.

"You old man just doesn't like what you say." Seeing Yao Yan's brows furrowed, Yao's mother immediately glared at Yao's father, "If you don't say good things, just say bad things!"

"Ahem, yes, yes, the snow won't last long, and next year's crops will be better," Father Yao said with a smile after patting his mouth.

"Don't listen to what your father said," Yao's mother was satisfied now, and looked at Yao Yan again, "Have some more Laba porridge?"

"No," Yao Yan was already very supportive, and...

He raised his hand to touch his hidden double chin, and said with a little pain, "And I'm fat."

"Where are you fat? Who said you are fat?"

Naturally, Yao Yan couldn't confess Han Xiucai, so he could only be vague. When he got to the study, he picked up the book but couldn't read a word. Finally, he put down the book and stood by the window to watch the snow.

"Second brother, have you seen enough? I've closed the window when I've seen enough."

Yao Gui, who had been paying attention to the movement in the study room, immediately came over to ask when the window was opened for about a moment.

Yao Yan knew he wouldn't be able to see it for long, so he told Yao Gui to leave the window alone and close the window by himself.

Yao Yan slept soundly at night, but Han Xiucai from the academy couldn't fall asleep anyway.

His mind is full of Yao Yan.

After reading the white book all night, fortunately the riding and archery class was stopped the next morning due to the snow, so I was able to sleep for a while.

The 29th of the twelfth lunar month.

Yao Yan stepped on the snow outside the yard like a child, and the little niece stood at the door of the main room watching with envy on her face.

Just as Brother Yao came out of the kitchen, she hurriedly grabbed Brother Yao, "Father, I want to go too."

As he spoke, he pointed to Yao Yan who was secretly stepping on the snow outside the yard.

Brother Yao immediately yelled, "Brother Yan!"

Yao Yan almost fell to the ground, so scared that Brother Yao almost ran over, "I'm fine!"

Yao Yan, who stabilized his figure, sighed and walked up to Brother Yao, "Brother, I'm not made of porcelain, so don't worry so much."

"Although you're not made of porcelain, you forgot that you can't stand the cold, otherwise you'll have to lie down for a few days, which would be uncomfortable," Brother Yao felt that Yao Yan was becoming more and more like a child.

"I know, I know," Yao Yan nodded helplessly.

"Father, there's someone," the little niece suddenly hugged Brother Yao's leg, looking at the gate of the courtyard.

Yao Yan followed and turned around, and the person whom he hadn't seen for 20 days was standing at the place where Yao Yan stepped on the snow just now with a book basket on his back, looking at him with burning eyes.

"Cheng'an."

Yao Yan raised his lips, and after talking to Brother Yao, he ran towards Han Xiucai.

"Go slowly!"

Before Big Brother Yao spoke, Han Xiucai stepped forward a few steps.

"Wait a minute," Yao Yan came to him, pulled his sleeves and walked towards Han's new house, "Hurry up, or my brother will have to talk about me again."

Han Xiucai glanced at the sleeve that was grabbed by Yao Yan, and after a few quick steps, he grabbed Yao Yan's hand under the wide sleeve.

"Hands are so cold, why did you walk back?"

After Yao Yan felt the temperature of Han Xiucai's hand, he immediately asked.

When Han Xiucai heard him say it was cold, he wanted to let go of his hand to warm it up before handing it over, but Yao Yan seemed to understand his thoughts, and grabbed his hand and would not let go.

Smiling and looking at Yao Yan who was staring at him, Han Xiucai said, "It has been snowing for so long, and there are many places on the road where ox carts and horse carts cannot pass. I was in a hurry to come back, so I didn't wait."

Yao Yan lowered his eyes and tightened his grip on Han Xiucai's hand. He glanced at the snow-covered village, and there was a vast expanse of white everywhere, "Fortunately, the snow stopped yesterday."

"Yeah, it's good to stop," Han Xiucai told Yao Yan that the masters of the academy were also worried that the snow would keep falling.

The two of them didn't walk very fast. The snow on the roads in this village was shoveled every day, so even if they walked slowly, they wouldn't get their shoes wet.

But Yao Yan found that Han Xiucai's boots were very wet, so he immediately speeded up, almost pulling Han Xiucai forward. When he arrived at Han's house, Han's father was warming up in the fire room, and an old uncle came to visit. The two are talking.

Seeing Han Xiucai coming back, Father Han was very happy. After Yao Yan greeted Father Han, he was pulled into his room by Han Xiucai.

The room prepared for Han Xiucai in the new house is very large. The study is next to the front yard, and the bed is next to the back yard. A bamboo wall is made of bamboo in the middle, which slightly cuts off the line of sight.

The book basket was thrown aside, and Yao Yan was pressed against the wall by Han Xiucai...

By the time Han Xiucai changed his clothes and went to the fire room with Yao Yan, it was already almost two quarters of an hour.

Father Han asked once halfway, and Han Xiucai said that he had already changed his clothes and was discussing with Yao Yan some puzzles in the book. Father Han stopped interrupting and took a few sweet potatoes and roasted them by the fire.

"Are you hungry? Dad will cook meat for you!"

Han Xiucai smiled, and replied, "I ate a lot of dry food on the way, and I'm not hungry." Now that it was past noon, Father Han had eaten, and he didn't want to make him busy again.

"Then I'll go and burn the meat," Father Han couldn't be idle, especially since his son came back today, so he naturally wanted to cook more meals.

Seeing that Yao Yan kept his eyes on the sweet potato, Han Xiucai agreed. When Father Han went to the kitchen, Han Xiucai grabbed Yao Yan's waist, "What are you thinking?"

"When I'm thinking about you, I just think about this sweet potato," Yao Yan hummed softly, squinting at him.

"You mean I'm sweet?" Han Xiucai asked.

"No," Yao Yan shook his head, pointing at Han Xiucai's nose with a serious face, "Looking serious, talking sweetly, but I like to fart."

When Yao Yan said such indecent words, Han Xiucai felt very cute.

He took the tongs next to him and poked the baked sweet potato, and turned over for the sweet potato under Yao Yan's eyes, "I never lied to you, brother Yao said that, I will be sad .”

"You didn't lie?"

Yao Yan rolled his eyes, leaned in front of Han Xiucai, his fair face was full of accusations, "Didn't you just say... once?"

My mouth hurts before I let go.

It really is a man's mouth, you deceitful ghost!

Han Xiucai paused slightly, turned his head sideways, stared at Yao Yanhong's bright lips for a long time, and then replied in a dark voice, "But, you said you want more."

Yao Yan refused to admit it, Han Xiucai simply blocked his mouth, and after hearing the footsteps coming from this side, one let go and the other covered his mouth.

All looking at the fire.

"It's rare that Yao Xiucai is here, let's eat here tonight," Father Han, seeing that the relationship between the two is getting better, is naturally happy, fearing that Yao Yan will leave after sitting down for a while, he hurried over to say hello .

Yao Yan agreed.

Seeing that his ears were red, Han Xiucai could not help moving his fingers a few times.

After Father Han left, he immediately stretched out his hand and pinched Yao Yan's ear, "It's so soft."

"Nonsense! Isn't yours soft?"

"Not soft," Han Xiucai looked at him seriously, "I, very, no, soft."

Pooh!

It really is a dog man.

If you want to have dinner at Han's house, you have to tell your family members. It happened that Han Xiucai had nothing to do, so he went to Yao's house with Yao Yan to sit for a while, and ate a lot of pastries.

After he and Yao Yan went back, he asked Father Han to rest in the fire room, where they worked until evening.

After a dish was served last week, Yao Yan gave Han Xiucai a thumbs up after sniffing it, "It smells delicious."

"It's better to eat," Han Xiucai served him.

Father Han smiled even more, "I'm so lucky, this is a meal made by two talented men."

Yao Yan was a little embarrassed, so he just looked at the firewood, Han Xiucai was the one who cooked and cooked.

"Yeah, I'm also blessed," Han Xiucai picked up chopsticks of bacon for Yao Yan. Yao Yan didn't dare to look into his eyes full of deep meaning. He lowered his head and buried his head in the bowl, making him an emotionless eating machine.

After eating, Father Han refused to let them clean up.

So the two entered Han Xiucai's room again.

……

The two who had solved each other for a while hugged each other contentedly and read a book.

Han Xiucai has all the books that Yao Yan reads.

So Yao Yan wanted to ask any question, and he knew which book it was and where it was as soon as he said Han Xiucai.

One of them talked and the other listened, and soon the night became very dark.

"not going back."

Han Xiucai bit Yao Yan's earlobe and said vaguely.

Yao Yan told his family that he might not go back when it was getting late, but after seeing Han Xiucai's "obsession" with him, the shameless Yao Yan began to hesitate.

"No, we can't control ourselves."

"I can," Han Xiucai turned to kiss his cheek.

The soft touch made Yao Yan tremble, and he said in a soft voice, "...this is unbelievable."

"Believe me," Han Xiucai raised his chin and looked at him seriously, "I won't do anything to you."

In the middle of the night, Yao Yan, who was awakened by the heat, opened his eyes and saw Han Xiucai with his upper body bare, breathing heavily and hugging himself.

He was trembling all over, and subconsciously stretched his hand into Han Xiucai's quilt.

Han Xiucai took a heavy breath and pulled his hand out, "Don't make trouble."

Yao Yan chuckled, and nuzzled Han Xiucai's ear, "Otherwise, it was once, not like that."

Han Xiucai's breathing became heavier all of a sudden, and he held the man tightly in his arms, not letting him move, let alone talking.

It is too terrible.

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啾咪感谢在2020-09-2823:54:06~2020-09-2922:40:38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 landmine: 1 actively disabled person;

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