about i love you

After my mother found out that Wen Mengliang was a deaf-mute, the whole eating process was very dull, as if her talking to me would irritate Wen Mengliang. I felt very helpless, but it was nothing. easy to say.

In fact, since my father left, the atmosphere at home has become a bit dull. I am not a person who likes to talk. Most of the time, I don’t know what to say. Fortunately, He Yan eased the atmosphere. It's so awkward.

After dinner, my mother coaxed He Yan, and I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. In my opinion, washing dishes is an easier task than coaxing children.

Halfway through brushing, my mother opened the door and walked in. He Yan waved her hand to come to me. I smiled and touched her face with my wet hand. She giggled. Laugh, very happy.

I don't know what to be happy about.

My mother hugged her and sat on a chair, gently put her on her lap, and said to me, "We don't have any spare room at home, so your classmate will sleep with you tonight."

I nodded. In fact, I had thought about this a long time ago. It's not that I haven't slept together, it's nothing at all.

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll tell him, he won't pick."

My mother nodded, rubbing He Yan's small fist on her face, and muttered, "This child is quite poor, a good-looking boy, why does he have such a problem?"

I frowned and stopped what I was doing. I haven't asked this question before, so I didn't know very well, so I replied, "Maybe it's natural. Now this kind of thing is not uncommon, it's quite normal."

My mother nodded, because He Yan was whimpering again, she stood up and swayed out, leaving only the sound of water rushing in my ears.

After setting up all the bowls, I picked up a rag and wiped the stove again. Finally, I washed my hands, closed the door and went out.

The moonlight is very bright, which is still very rare in winter. Wen Mengliang moved a stool and sat in the yard. He raised his head and didn't know what he was doing. There were colors in his eyes that I couldn't understand, and he raised his hands from time to time. Take a breath.

I and I walked over and patted his head. He stood up suddenly and hit my chin.

It hurt so much, I rubbed it, glared at him, turned around and walked into the house.

He followed behind, as if he remembered something, turned back, I turned around, saw him move the stool he was sitting on to the living room, and then walked to me apologetically.

I raised my hand, wanting to touch my chin, but I didn't dare, so I had to put it down.

I smiled at him, grabbed his hand and rubbed it on his chin, and smiled at him with my teeth bared, and he smiled too, with soft black hair sticking to his head, looking very good-natured.

I looked up at my mother's room, the lights were still on, and I could vaguely hear her voice telling stories to He Yan. It seemed that she was still asleep, so I yelled, "Mom, I'm asleep."

Winter is no better than summer. It’s okay to stay up until more than ten o’clock. Now it’s cold, and I can’t wait to get under the covers and not come out.

It took a while for my mother to reply, "Remember to cover the quilt well, and add another pair if it's cold."

I rubbed my hands that were red from the cold, looked at Wen Mengliang who was standing opposite me, grabbed his hand and put it into my own, and took a deep breath together.

"It's okay, I see, you go to bed early, too."

I raised my head in response, and dragged him to my room. His expression was always blank. I guess he was flattered, but I have never been so nice to others.

I pointed to a small double bed in the room, and motioned him to go to sleep, but he still stood still, looking panic-stricken.

I ignored him, and went to get some hot water for washing my feet. When I came back, he was writing at the table. When he saw me coming in, he brought it to me with great interest. I am very cold now, and I am eager to soak After soaking his feet, he gave him a smooth push.

He took two steps back, and returned to his frightened look, not daring to approach.

I waved to him, dipped my feet into the hot water, and sighed comfortably.

The paper reads: Can I sleep in this bed tonight too?

I nodded helplessly at him, where can I sleep if I don’t sleep on the bed?Sleep on the floor?I'm afraid he'll freeze him, Mr. Sun is looking for something about me, what should I do if he asks me to do more homework?

After I washed, I was in a rare good mood, and I also brought him footwashing water. He washed his feet with a blushing face, while I was making the bed, I was thinking about how to ensure that such a small bed is enough for the two of us to sleep in?

I bought this single bed relatively early, and it was the first bed that belonged to me. At that time, I was not as tall as I am now. Now, it is just right for me to sleep alone. After the bed was made, I was a little distressed. Could it be that you let me sleep close to him?

Hmm...it's not impossible.

I took off my clothes three times and put on my pajamas and got into the bed. The coolness made me curl up my legs uncomfortably.

When I looked up, I saw him standing by the bed and looking at me. I was a little puzzled, what am I doing, sleeping.

He pointed to my pajamas and then to his thick coat.

I understand, he doesn't have pajamas to wear, but fortunately I have two sets, forget it, I don't think he's dirty.

After he changed it, I laughed. At that time, when my mother bought pajamas, she was greedy for cheap. She liked the seller's offer of buying one and getting one free, so she ordered two sets at once, because she bought them in one place, so Same style, just different colors.

I usually don't wear the suit he wears. I always think it's awkward for boys to wear orange pajamas, so I always wear this blue one. My mother told me several times.

I want to laugh, Wen Mengliang's appearance is so funny.

But I'm still a little sensible, if he keeps standing like that, he should catch a cold. I lifted a corner of the quilt, and he looked at me timidly, and got in.

The pajamas were a little too big, and when he lay down, he accidentally stepped on the bottom of his trousers, and kept flapping around in the quilt, which cooled my warm quilt after so much effort, and made me mad.

When he finally lay down, I stretched out my hand and turned off the light, and the room became dark immediately, except for the slight moonlight penetrating by the window, which was like water.

Damn, I really didn't learn Chinese in vain.

I didn't know where I was thinking, I raised my head slightly, leaned in front of his face, lowered my head and kissed him.

His reaction was still the same as at the beginning, he didn't struggle, he just stared at me with a pair of eyes.

He has brushed his teeth, but luckily I have a spare toothbrush at home.

I put my tongue into his mouth, licking and kissing from the upper jaw to the lower jaw, I couldn't get tired of it.

He couldn't close his mouth, he seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and gradually made a whining sound, and began to struggle slightly, I simply covered him directly, pressed his hand with both hands, and kissed harder.

I don't know why, but I especially enjoy this feeling. Kissing and struggling seem to be naturally connected together. He arouses the desire to conquer and lust/desire in my heart.

I slid my hand down the hem of his pajamas to his chest, his blushing face kept twisting, and I stopped.

He stared at him, but he stopped moving, staring at me blankly, and within a moment, he even shed tears.

Fuck, a big man, cry like a bird.

Crying and crying, he smiled again, a very happy smile, his hands slipped out of my grip, wrapped around my neck, his lips slid across my neck, and lightly licked my lips Adam's apple.

I tilted my head to look at him, saw his uncontrollably happy and shy eyes, saw his bold and embarrassing movements, then I rolled over from him and turned on the light.

I go to the bathroom.

The next day, I was woken up by my mother. I subconsciously looked to my side, but there was nothing.

Where have people gone?

I rubbed my eyes and looked at my mother, and asked, "Where is Wen Mengliang?"

My mother's tone was a little helpless, and she sighed and said, "Let's go, I pushed the motorcycle out early in the morning, and I didn't know how to stop it, and I couldn't pull it, so he left."

I nodded and rubbed my chicken coop-like hair.

Lie back under the quilt again, muttering, "It's finally a holiday, mom, let me sleep late, I'm exhausted."

My mother smiled and said cheerfully, "Okay, okay, it's up to you, I will cook for you when I wake up."

I didn't answer, my consciousness became blurred again, and I fell asleep until twelve o'clock at noon.

I was really touched by how quickly the holidays passed. Looking at the calendar on my phone, I lay on the bed and yawned. I was still posting Spring Festival couplets a few days ago. It's almost gone, and there's nothing more fun to do.

Only Xu Xiangqian was the same age as me. He went out to work and didn't come back. He left me here alone for the new year.

This is not the most important thing. My dad didn't come back this year. I did a lot of things. I was so tired that I lay on the bed after shopping every day and didn't want to move.

In the days when firecrackers sounded, I ushered in 2006, which was really memorable. I set off firecrackers for the first time and almost blew my hands.

I thought it would be fine like this, but I didn’t expect that since the second year of junior high school, I would keep visiting relatives, this house, that house, and I didn’t know them well.

Really tired physically and mentally, it is better to go to school to study, and suddenly feel that staying in school is the most relaxing thing.

Not long after leaving relatives, school was about to start again. My third aunt heard that I couldn’t bring my things to school, so she volunteered to send me off. Ever since He Lian’s incident came out, I was a little embarrassed to see my third aunt , I saw He Lian at her house during the Chinese New Year, and the two of them didn't say anything.

With such a high EQ, I can see that she really likes me, and it's not just a little girl playing around, but I have no way to reply, so I can only just hang out like this, which is really embarrassing.

After my Sanniang finished speaking enthusiastically, I silently shed a drop of cold sweat.

He hurriedly said, "No, no, a classmate is here to help me. I can take it if it's okay."

I didn't get my bicycle back from Wen Mengliang for the whole winter vacation, I thought it was troublesome, besides, my bicycle was useless.

Before the Chinese New Year, my dad specially paid for us to buy a tram, which saved a lot of trouble.

I was thinking, or I could take the tram to school, but how to get it back by tram is a hassle.

After rejecting the third aunt, I sat on my bed and played a small game. The boat would naturally go straight when it reached the bridge, so let’s not worry about it.

The author has something to say: My Meng Liang is a good boy, and he is also very smart.