break the leg, climb up the bunk

From the time Zhuang Zixia could remember, he remembered that he liked the books in the rooms of Uncle Mo’s house next door. There were indeed so many rooms. It’s not an exaggeration at all. The collection of books in Uncle Mo’s house was more abundant than the library.

Zhuang Zixia remembered that his favorite thing to do since he was a child was to sit under the old mulberry tree in the yard of Uncle Mo's house and read a lot of books.

Of course, he will never forget that when he is doing his favorite thing, there will always be many external factors to destroy his favorite thing.

For example, his dad yelled at him across the fence to go back to practice, practice quickly, practice more...

For example, Uncle Mo always smiles like a fox and tells him that he has lost another book he likes...

For example, as soon as Mo’s mother heard his father’s shouting, she would drag him around the house in a panic, because Mo’s mother was afraid that he would be beaten by his father and wanted him to hide, so she could play childhood hide-and-seek with him cat games;

Another example is my own mother, Wu Yun, when she sees him being dragged by Mo's mother to run around on both sides of the room, she will hold up a rag and run behind, and shout: "Xiaoxia, mom will wipe the soles of your shoes, there is a lot of mud, don't be afraid." Sister Li, your skirt is stained with jam! I'll wash it for you, and you change mine first..."

Of course, at such times, there will always be a lively figure fishing in troubled waters, either taking advantage of the chaos to hide the book he is reading, or accidentally stepping on Mo's father who is watching the fun, and then Mo's father will lure Zhuang's father to go Chasing down the boy who is afraid of chaos...

In the end, it would be a mess anyway. When Zhuang Zixia got rid of Mo’s mother’s childish games, dealt with his own mother, ignored his two fathers, and finally found his books and returned to read under the old mulberry tree, the place was already occupied by two mothers. , sharing the production experience of the Taoist pie in the afternoon...

Zhuang Zixia pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, reading a book without being disturbed by anyone like now, with the breeze blowing and the sun shining from the shade of the trees, it is simply heaven. He looked at the watch on his wrist, it was only one o'clock in the afternoon There is still more than an hour before the class he is going to attend, so you can read the Sanji in your hand.

Zhuang Zixia, who was separated from the gods, lowered his head again, and continued to focus on the scattered notes that were like bricks in his hand. This kind of leisurely life is so good, and it is really much better to choose the history department than the economics department. The bastard two days ago Wanting him to transfer to another department, asking him to give up this peaceful and scholarly life, is nothing but nonsense.

"Xiao Xia, Xiao Xia..."

But within 5 minutes, Zhuang Zixia's tranquility was disturbed again. Hearing a familiar voice calling his name from far and near, Zhuang Zixia frowned slightly. He remembered that at this time, that bastard should have a class, and he chose the class on purpose. The one who missed that bastard, how could he be found again.

As the call got closer and closer, Zhuang Zixia lowered his head and planned to ignore it, but his ignorance did not mean that the person who came came gave up.

Not long after, a handsome boy appeared in the field of vision, smiling and jumping towards the bushes. The waist-high bushes were just like decorations, and he jumped over easily.

Zhuang Zixia pushed up the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose again, raised his head and looked at the boy beside him expressionlessly, and saw him leaning over with his hands on his knees, Zhuang Zixia was upset, so he couldn't let him watch quietly for a long time book!I thought that leaving home and going to school to live and study would at least steal half a day of leisure, but I didn't expect to be disturbed.

"Xiao Xia, you ignore me!"

The handsome boy complained with a smile, which seemed to be true. Looking at the book thicker than a brick in Zhuang Zixia's hand, he found that it had been half-turned. It seemed that he wanted to finish reading the book before class, but he was rejected again. I found it by myself, and it is estimated that a storm is brewing in Xiaoxia's heart.

Sitting next to Zhuang Zixia neatly, sticking out his tongue while resting his head on his shoulder, this childish gesture of a handsome boy is not ugly, on the contrary, it will make people feel cute and sunny, if a girl sees it, as long as He was afraid that he would be 100% instant killed, but it was a pity that he met Zhuang Zixia.

Zhuang Zixia didn't abandon the people around him at all, and completely regarded him as air, lowered his eyes and continued to read his book, and soon entered the realm of the book again, his expressionless face turned into a slow smile, with a soft face , looking extremely gentle, with a refined and elegant face.

But this face did not last for 2 minutes. The heat coming from the ears, the feeling of going down the arteries, wrapping his hands, and feeling the body of the other person's heat... Zhuang Zixia returned to his expressionless face, slightly under the lens. The long eyes flashed a cold light.

The right elbow was raised and bumped very quickly towards the source of the heat, and just as the elbow felt lost, the left hand had already swung over, but the left hand was only halfway through, and the right fist had already hung the golden hook upside down, and directly punched the tofu-eating man A disciple who thought he was avoiding an attack.

"Ouch! Xiao Xia, you hit me again, it hurts so much!"

The handsome boy rubbed his chin bitterly and screamed in pain. Seeing Zhuang Zixia who ignored him at all, the handsome boy frowned in distress. He was pitiful, lowered his head and kept rubbing his painful chin. Why is he always Shouldn't one be moved by his infatuation and dedicate himself to be beaten by the one he likes?

"It hurts?"

It took a long time for the sad handsome boy to hear a faint question from beside him. His eyes lit up, and he quickly pouted his mouth and raised his chin, leaned over, and wrapped his hands around Zhuang Zixia's waist unceremoniously, acting coquettishly and obediently. said:

"It hurts, look, it must be Yu Qing again, Xiao Xia, you are so fierce..."

Zhuang Zixia turned his head and looked at the boy's chin that was hit by him. He saw a small bluish mark floating on the surface of the skin. His eyes flashed behind the lens, and then he looked at the boy who had half closed his eyes and was waiting to kiss. With a rippling expression, Zhuang Zixia raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his fingers and poked hard on the piece of green.

"Wow! Hiss...Xiao Xia, you murdered your husband and hurt me to death, you... um..."

The yelling boy quickly shut up, Zhuang Zixia pinched his chin, and a pair of moderately thick lips covered his.

(A little bit of passionate kissing scene was also requested to be revised, Caocao was even more mad than my parents, and put parentheses with a mournful face~~)

"Xiaoxia... I like you so much!"

The handsome boy murmured, leaning his head on Zhuang Zixia's shoulder, turned his head to look at him, seeing Zhuang Zixia..., the boy couldn't help it, and leaned over again, rubbed against him lightly, losing control. , After some entanglement, he let go.

"Skipping class again? Be good and don't make trouble, I want to finish this book..."

"Okay!" The handsome boy agreed, moved his body slightly and lay down, resting his head on Zhuang Zixia's knees, raised his hands to cover his eyes to block the glare of the light, and stopped making noise quietly.

As for the piece of Yu Qing on the chin, it has long been completely ignored. Anyway, this kind of minor injury can occur many times a day, and it will heal automatically within two days.

From childhood to adulthood, he has been beaten to the point of resistance, and the pain doesn't feel too much pain. The purpose of crying for pain is just to get closer to Xiao Xia. The corner of the boy's mouth is full of smiles, and he takes a nap with happiness.

Zhuang Zixia turned his eyes back to the book, gently stroking the boy's jet-black hair with one hand, the grove behind the bushes was peaceful again, with a slight wind blowing, and the sun shining through the shade of the trees fell on him. There seemed to be a faint scent of Sophora japonica floating in the air.