Bamboo horse falling from the sky

Fans always say that Bai Chumu and Ling Tongqian are in poor shape. At first, Bai Chumu refused to admit it, but now his whole hand is completely wrapped in Ling Tongqian. I have to admit that what the fans said makes sense .

I don't know who moved the fingers first, but the next second, the fingers of both hands were clasped together. There was no warning, like an electric shock, and the two of them were numb from head to toe.

This feeling is very strange. It's not that they haven't interlocked their fingers before. When the seven of them were playing games, they often held hands like this. At that time, they just held hands simply, without too many thoughts and feelings.

But it's obviously different now. Bai Chumu and Ling Tongqian just held hands and didn't speak. The brothers around them were talking and laughing, and the wind was howling, but the two of them could hear themselves and each other. heartbeat.

"Ling Tongqian." Bai Chumu called out, a little tentative in his tone.

"I'm here." Ling Tongqian should be very firm.

Bai Chumu couldn't think of what to say for a while, Ling Tongqian didn't rush, but just quietly waited for him to speak again.

"Will you stay here forever?" As soon as Bai Chumu said the words, he regretted it. He really couldn't open any pot, and he was so angry that he wanted to give himself a big mouth.

Hearing Bai Chumu's question, Ling Tongqian's heart tightened, and it hurt him so much.He knew that Bai Chumu had been worried that he would leave like a few years ago, but he could only prove himself with practical actions.

He held Bai Chumu's hand tightly, tilted his head and leaned over and said, "I will stay by your side forever."

"That's what you said." Bai Chumu coquettishly shook Ling Tongqian's hand a few times.

"Trust me once, okay?" Ling Tongqian restrained his joking tone and asked very seriously.

"Then you have to behave well." Bai Chumu took off his hat, looked at Ling Tongqian, and smiled brightly.

"Yes, no problem." Ling Tongqian felt itchy when he saw Bai Chumu's messy hair, raised his hand and snorted twice on his head.

"What are you two doing with each other?" Song Xingyu turned around after fighting with his brothers, and found Bai Chumu and Ling Tongqian who were tired and crooked.

"Pay attention to your wording, okay, what do you mean Qingqingwowo?" Bai Chumu stopped smiling, turned his head and glanced at the youngest who couldn't speak.

"You and Qian'er are now called Qingqing and me." Song Xingyu wanted to die because his elder brother couldn't get down the steps, and he didn't have any vision at all.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to beat this little bastard to death today!" Bai Chumu was so annoyed by Song Xingyu that he was about to rush forward, as if Song Xingyu would be beaten to death by him in the next second.

"I won't stop you, go!" Ling Tongqian let go of Bai Chumu's hand, giving him freedom and encouragement.

"Help, little white brother is bullying me again!" Song Xingyu shouted while running.

"Song Xingyu, you really don't cry when you don't see the coffin." Chen Ziheng held his forehead, and he almost didn't see the youngest's act of death.

"Brother Xiaoheng, help me." Song Xingyu cried and hid behind Chen Ziheng.

"I can't save you. In a situation like this, only Qian'er can save you, but I don't know if he is willing or not." Chen Ziheng shrugged and took a step aside, for fear that Bai Chumu's relatives would not recognize him if he beat him up. , and even beat him together.

"Brother Qian'er, brother Qian'er help." Song Xingyu dodged Bai Chu Mufei's approaching leg and ran to Ling Tongqian for help.

"Who told you to talk nonsense?" Ling Tongqian looked indifferent, it was fine if he didn't save the youngest, and even grabbed him to prevent him from running around, "Xiaobai, come quickly."

"Nice job!" Bai Chumu praised Ling Tongqian, and then rushed over and "punched and kicked" Song Xingyu.

"I was wrong, little white brother!" Song Xingyu covered his head with his hands, confessing his mistake without tears.

"You just owe a beating." Bai Chumu patted Song Xingyu on the head again, and then let him go.

"I'm going to sue you for beating a minor!" Song Xingyu grinned and began to pretend to cry.

"Hey, go, whoever you're talking about is not a minor." Bai Chumu, who was also a minor, could be as arrogant as he wanted.

"It's unreasonable!" Song Xingyu raised his head to the sky and shouted.

"Okay, don't pretend to cry, your brother and I are the law of heaven." Facing Song Xingyu's behavior from childhood to adulthood, Bai Chumu had long been accustomed to it, and didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Why do you always play dead? You don't listen to what you say." Chen Ziheng looked helplessly at the youngest he brought up, and suddenly felt that there was a problem with his education.

"He's just looking for a beating." He Qiuyao turned his head away from Song Xingyu, fearing that if he looked twice, he couldn't help but beat the youngest.

"Am I still your dearest brother?" Song Xingyu yelled at his brothers angrily.

"Beating is kissing and scolding is love." Ling Tongqian gave a perfect explanation.

"Stop talking, I knew you didn't really love me." Song Xingyu snorted, and ran away, exactly like a wild horse that had run free.

"Don't run away, we're going to eat." Liu Chengze still has a bit of conscience, knowing how to coax his younger brother with food.

"What's for dinner?" Tang Tang asked.

"Hot pot!" Bai Chumu jumped out, his eyes gleamed when he talked about hot pot.

"Hot pot is fine." Ling Tongqian agreed.

"After being mentioned by Xiaobai, I also want to eat hot pot." He Qiuyao pinched Chen Ziheng's shoulder to hint to his elder brother.

"Go to the hot pot restaurant or go home and cook it yourself?" Chen Ziheng took He Qiuyao's claws off and calmly gave his brothers two choices.

"Are you cooking, brother Heng?" Bai Chumu felt that Chen Ziheng's cooking was worth looking forward to, after all, the elder brother was the one who could cook the best among the seven of them.

Chen Ziheng: "Sure, I'll cook if you buy vegetables and do the dishes."

Bai Chumu immediately repented, "Forget it, let's go to the hot pot restaurant."

"You are so lazy." Chen Ziheng laughed out of Bai Chumu's anger.

Bai Chumu stuck out his tongue at Chen Ziheng, then ran to Ling Tongqian to hold his arm, and took advantage of the opportunity to put his cold hand into his pocket.

"Which hot pot restaurant to go to?" He Qiuyao had already turned on his phone to find the hot pot restaurant.

"Xiaobai, didn't we go to a family last time, do you think the hot pot there is delicious?" Ling Tongqian naturally held the hand in his pocket to warm Bai Chumu.

"I remembered, there is such a thing." Bai Chumu looked up to meet Ling Tongqian's eyes, and successfully remembered where the store he mentioned was.

The hotpot restaurant was not far from them. Everyone followed Bai Chumu to the hotpot restaurant. The waiter recognized them as Fenghe artists at a glance, and took them into a private room very considerately, so as not to be disturbed by others who knew them.

I thanked the waiter and ordered again. After the hot pot was served, they put down the dishes and started chatting while eating.

"By the way, Xiaobai," Chen Ziheng suddenly remembered something, "When did you and Qian'er come to this hot pot restaurant?"

"Uh... well..." Bai Chumu felt a little guilty when asked.

"I came here before Xiaobai's birthday." Ling Tongqian replied upright.

"The two of them always run out to play behind our backs, Brother Xiaoheng, you don't know about it." Song Xingyu seized the opportunity and sued.

"What do you mean going out to play behind your backs? I never asked you, it's obviously because you didn't go with me." Bai Chumu called him wronged, and he was so anxious that he immediately refuted it.

"That can't be helped. We happened to have something to do when someone asked you to play." Song Xingyu continued to dig into the horns without losing his momentum.

"Then I can't help it. Every time I want to play, Qian'er happens to be free." Bai Chumu supported his head and blew away the bangs that covered his eyes.

"Yes, yes, you are right no matter what." Song Xingyu couldn't compete with Bai Chumu, so he had to give up struggling.

"Forget it, you can't win a quarrel with Xiaobai, you'd better eat obediently." He Qiuyao poured a spoonful of clear soup into Song Xingyu's bowl, and added some of his favorite dishes to him.

"Brother Xiaoyao is better," Song Xingyu rubbed his head on He Qiuyao's shoulder, then looked at Bai Chumu with a strange look and said, "It's the same brother, why is there such a big difference?"

"You and Qian'er are both younger brothers, why is there such a big difference?" Bai Chumu absolutely didn't want to be at a disadvantage in terms of language.

"Why do these words sound weird?" Ling Tongqian frowned, pondering Bai Chumu's words carefully, always feeling that Teacher Xiaobai was scolding him.

"It's okay, eat yours." Bai Chumu stuffed a piece of lettuce into Ling Tongqian's mouth, not allowing him to make trouble.

"You regard Qian'er as your younger brother, but he has never called you brother. I will at least call you little brother Bai." Song Xingyu complained while eating.

Hearing the word "brother" Song Xingyu said, the expressions of Bai Chumu and Ling Tongqian immediately changed. Both of them thought of the night at the Guangzhou Hotel some time ago, when Ling Tongqian called Bai Chumu He said "brother" twice.

Bai Chumu blushed a little when he recalled Ling Tongqian softly calling him brother, and almost choked on the Liang Baikai who had just drank it and hadn't had time to swallow it.

"Slow down." Ling Tongqian remained calm after being teased inadvertently by the youngest, coughed twice, and then patted Bai Chumu's back lightly to let him slowly recover.

"I'm fine." Bai Chumu waved his hands, sat up straight and took out a tissue to wipe his wet lips.

Ling Tongqian stared at Bai Chumu Yinhong's lips, his throat was a little tight and dry, he subconsciously took two sips of water, and quickly avoided his gaze.

"What's the matter with you two?" Chen Ziheng watched Bai Chumu and Ling Tongqian's little movements the whole time, frowning curiously.

"It's nothing." Bai Chumu felt guilty, and Chen Ziheng picked up the words as soon as he finished speaking.

"You two... have tricks." Song Xingyu looked at Ling Tongqian and then at Bai Chumu. No matter how you looked at it, something was wrong, and he always felt that there seemed to be some little secret between the two brothers.

"Children can eat indiscriminately, but they can't talk indiscriminately." Ling Tongqian raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Xingyu, extremely calm.

"Qian'er is right, why are you uttering wild words at such a young age, can you learn from Tang Tang?" He Qiuyao couldn't listen anymore, and pressed Song Xingyu's head.

"What?" Tang Tang, who was only half a year older than Song Xingyu, raised his head from his job bowl and looked at He Qiuyao with a masked face, apparently not listening carefully to what his brother said just now.

"It's okay, I'll praise you for being good." He Qiuyao's heart melted at Tang Tang's cute appearance while eating, and his tone of voice became gentle in seconds.