let loose

Walking halfway with his laughing companion, Song Mian quietly grabbed Jiang Zhou's wrist while no one was paying attention, turned around, and turned into another path with dense vegetation.

Just as he turned into the road, Jiang Zhou who was walking behind suddenly stopped moving.Song Mian turned around, met Shang Jiangzhou's questioning gaze, blinked, and said perfunctorily without any psychological burden: "They are too noisy, the two of you should be quiet."

Jiang Zhou's eyes remained puzzled, and he had reservations about the quietness Song Mian said. After all, Song Mian's first impression of him was that of a chatterbox.

His eyes fell on the clasped wrist, the presence of the other party's hot and humid palm was too strong, Jiang Zhou twisted his hand slightly, but did not break free.

Sensing Jiang Zhou's intentions, Song Mian thought about it for a while, and chose the latter between letting go and looking for a chance or being cheeky. He gritted his teeth and pretended not to notice, and exerted some force on his palm to pull him even tighter.

The path became wider and wider, with the stone walls at the edge protruding and indented, bypassing a strangely shaped protruding rock, turning a corner, and seeing a small lawn surrounded by boulders.

This location is just right, in the middle of the rocks, the sun is mostly blocked by the rocks, and the mountain wind blows, it's quite cool.

After walking parallel for a while, Song Mian slowed down silently, took out his phone to adjust the brightness of the screen, clicked on the camera, turned on the beauty filter, made a few random gestures, and took a picture of Jiang Zhou's back.

Jiang Zhou is dressed in black today, which makes him look taller and slender, and even his back gives people a sense of distance that strangers should not get close to.

Song Mian pursed her lips, looking at Jiang Zhou, who had shrunk countless times on the screen of her mobile phone, and rested her fingers on the long black shadow in the photo, quietly feeling the increasingly uncontrollable beating of her heavy heart.

It seems that just looking at the back, the liking can be deepened.Song Mian clutched her crazily beating heart, and the huge enthusiasm almost burst out of her thin body.

Jiang Zhou walked alone for a while, but he didn't realize that he was being photographed. He found that no one around him had looked back at Song Mian. Seeing that the person was standing stupidly holding his mobile phone, not moving, he walked back a few steps and asked : "Song Mian, why are you in a daze?"

Hearing Jiang Zhou's voice, Song Mian immediately regained consciousness, took a deep breath, suppressed the strong emotion, waved at Jiang Zhou, and said casually, "It's okay, there is a harassing text message."

Jiang Zhou didn't doubt that he was there, so he stood there and waited for Song Mian to come over.

Song Mian exited the photo album, poked the notification bar of her mobile phone and entered WeChat.There were two private chats sent by Chu Qing, asking where he and Jiang Zhou had gone, and he replied that they had separated.

The private class group is always 99+, and it is noisy. It is said that someone saw a few exhibitionist boys running around with bare buttocks in the upper reaches of Gaokan. abnormal.

Song Mian casually ordered a few words, swiped her fingertips, cut out the group chat, and clicked on the private chat box with Xiaoqi.

After thinking about it, I still want to show off, I can't hide my liking at all, it's about to pop out, I urgently need a place to vent.

Jiang Zhou took two mobile phones with him when he went out today, the smart phone and the keypad, and one in his sweater pocket.

The push-button machine is because of habit, it is convenient to use, and no one disturbs it, so he takes it with him wherever he goes.The smart phone is specially designed for fear that Jiangdu will call him at night. Recently, his brother is doing market research and often needs his advice.

While waiting for Song Mian to walk towards him, the smartphone in his left pocket suddenly vibrated twice.

There was no sound, he turned off the mute, but the vibration could be felt, he took it out to unlock it, and three messages popped up on the WeChat notification bar.

[A hundred thousand reasons: / (picture)]

[A hundred thousand reasons: Isn't my friend's sweetheart very handsome? ]

The last message is an emoji, a rabbit wearing sunglasses, with the word: cool boy.

There is no need to click on the big picture for the first picture, Jiang Zhou knew it was him.Song Mian added three words to the picture:

Sweetheart.

Three words, every word is hot.

The confession was straightforward and bold, which was in line with Song Mian's reckless personality, and a few elusive flickers flashed quickly in Jiang Zhou's drooping eyes.

He somewhat admired Song Mian's ability to "make friends out of nothing", and his ability to direct and act for his own enjoyment. He quickly dialed out the page keyboard with his fingers, and returned a series of periods.

Two seconds later, Song Mian bowed his body and didn't know what to do. He tightened his grip on the phone, opened the chat box, and added without changing his expression: It looks good.

The shoe stepped on a dry branch, and there was a click. Song Mian lowered his head and saw many small purple wild flowers growing on the foot of the rock. They looked very beautiful, and he bent down to pick one.

"For you." Song Mian spread out her palms, showing the little purple flower in front of Jiang Zhou's eyes.

"Purple means that I like you." Song Mian took Jiang Zhou's hand, flattened the palm upwards, and traced the complex lines of Jiang Zhou's palm with his fingers, then dunked the flower into his palm, and the two palms touched.

"It's really, it's the first time I like someone like this." Song Mian's ears turned red, and she smiled embarrassedly, her head drooped, her throat was a little dry, and she was too nervous.

The palms of the hands hanging on the hem of the jeans were wet, and the fingers were randomly picking at the pants.

He stopped, took a deep breath, raised his head and looked straight at Jiang Zhou: "Jiang Zhou, I'm not joking, I'm serious about you, so serious that I can't control myself."

As soon as he got close to Jiang Zhou and felt the temperature of his body, all the previous deliberate suppression became futile.

Song Mian still wants to confess, wants to say what she likes.Holding it in his heart is like having a secret love, it's too sour, he is clearly getting along with Jiang Zhou as a suitor.

The autumn wind is just right, blowing through the mountains and forests, and the air is slightly cooler.

But Song Mian's eyes were burning, and the eyes of the two met. Jiang Zhou wanted to run away, and suddenly a bunch of fireworks exploded in his head, which made people blush and heartbeat, and felt really overwhelmed for the first time.

"Oh." Jiang Zhou replied dryly, feeling a little hot on his face.

He has never encountered such a situation that is out of his control, and he can't guess what will happen next. He feels strange, so he can only choose to remain silent.

"Why are you so stiff?" Song Mian saw that he looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, but he didn't seem angry or disgusted, and his nervousness was reduced a lot, and he regained some confidence.

"Give me some reaction, you make me feel ashamed to keep your face so stiff and silent, you know, I'm your suitor, please be nice to your suitor."

Song Mian stretched out her index finger, boldly following Jiang Zhou's example, and tapped her hot fingertip on Jiang Zhou's nose, "Beep, language stuck."

The two stared at each other for a while, Song Mian's eyes were bent, and the mole at the corner of his eyes made him lively and playful. The finger that tapped Jiang Zhou's nose became more severe, and changed to a curved finger that scraped Jiang Zhou's bridge of nose. He said, "The language card is to unlock The meaning of language, hey, you talk, I am very nervous, do you know, don't make me look like a fool who sings a one-man show, okay, wait for you to sentence me."

The bridge of Jiang Zhou's nose was a little itchy. He slowly raised his hand, grabbed Song Mian's increasingly dishonest fingers, held it in the palm of his hand, and harshly sentenced someone with a thick skin: "Then try to control it."

Song Mian: "...oh"

Song Mian refrained from the offensive to save face.Some wanted to laugh, but they always felt that Jiang Zhou was shy.

That is to say, but the ambiguous atmosphere between the two has not disappeared for a long time.

Song Mian secretly observed Jiang Zhou's expression to judge his mood.He also estimated how much Xia Jiangzhou could accept his strong confession. At present, it seems that Jiang Zhou's blood is quite thick, and he stopped at the final hurdle.

Song Mian secretly thought that next time there would be a more violent one.

……

After lunch, the barbecue party in the afternoon is lively. The whole class gathers by the river where the ingredients are piled up. The boys set up the barbecue grill, and the girls are in charge of skewering the barbecue.

"Fuck, it was a thrilling narrow escape. Can you imagine the scene at that time? It was chaotic! Little Apple realized that he forgot to take his underwear when he was halfway running, hahaha..."

Zheng Qiran forced Song Mian and Jiang Zhou to talk about how they were bumped into by a girl while taking a shower in Gaokan in the morning. The incident was so embarrassing, but it didn't matter to Zheng Qiran, a thick-skinned person.

"You fucking ran away with the shoes," Lin Pingping kicked Zheng Qiran, and broke the news, "Can you imagine? A man who is more than 1.8 meters away, threw away his clothes halfway through the run, and his buttocks were bare." Picking up the sneakers there, laughing at the fucking dead hahaha..."

Song Mian handed Jiang Zhou the chicken leg she had just fetched, and sneered when she heard this, and said to herself that the perverts mentioned in the class group in the morning were these idiots.

Halfway through gnawing on the chicken leg, Song Mian realized that someone was missing, and threw a pebble at Lin Pingping who was buried in his phone, "Where's Chu Qingci?"

"I don't know, he's been in a bad mood all afternoon." Lin Pingping stared at the screen, reluctant to blink, "I don't say anything even if I ask, it's annoying if I ask too much."

"It's by the river. I happened to see it just now, and I just went there not long ago." Jiang Zhou handed Song Mian a tissue, and said plainly, "There is oil on the corner of his mouth."

"What is he doing by the river?" Song Mian murmured to herself, raised her hand to take the tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth, half got up and approached Jiang Zhou, as if asking for credit, like a kid begging for a reward, "Have you wiped it clean?"

Jiang Zhou didn't even look at him, and threw him a small round hand-held mirror.

"Yo," Song Mian hooked his mouth, slowly approached Jiang Zhou, put his shoulder on Jiang Zhou's chest, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Send me a token of love?"

Jiang Zhou didn't speak, but glanced at him coldly.

Song Mian accepted it as soon as she saw it, and smiled obediently at him, then quickly put the mirror into her pocket, trousers pocket.

Jiang Zhou had no intention of snatching back the mirror, picked up a bottle of mineral water next to him, unscrewed it, and took a sip gracefully.

Song Mian raised her head, staring at his slightly agitated Adam's apple.

The boy has a fair neck and is in an embarrassing age. The Adam's apple seems to be absent, but it does not destroy the aesthetic feeling when drinking water with his head up.

Song Mian's throat was dry, and he also felt a little thirsty.