delicate flowers and weeds

Young Master Tang was pampered and pampered at her boyfriend's house for half a month. He opened his mouth when he had food and stretched out his hands when he needed clothes. His life was a little more nourishing than at home, and he gained two catties in just a few days.

Every day when he wakes up, Fei Cao has already finished his morning exercise and brought him breakfast. Tang Hua always feels that her boyfriend has practiced magic skills when no one knows, otherwise how can he explain that he can pinpoint the time when he wakes up every time? Just put breakfast on the table?

After breakfast, the two of them did their own work at the two tables. Fei Cao spread out the exercise book to do the problems, and sometimes he typed something on the computer, while Tang Hua looked at the notebook—as early as the summer vacation, Fei Cao So I gave him a summary of the knowledge points of two years in high school, which were connected by a thread, which was very useful. When he was tired, he would also read the questions to decompress or simply read the music score.

Most of the pianos that Tanghua learned were Yangchun Baixue, and they were all taught by first-class pianists. This also caused him to know little about the niche piano pieces of the lower culture, while Mr. Fei did a lot of research on them back then. I kept the score, and the more Tang Hua read it, the more she liked it, and when she was free these days, she would hold on to it and not let go.

At noon, it is usually cooked by Fei Cao, and the two of them will go back to the room to rest after eating, and one day in the middle, the two boys hug each other and sleep on the overwhelmed sofa.

Fei Cao is more restrained and mature than his peers, even if he has any thoughts in his heart, he will suppress them, and he must not be the first to offer an olive branch.

That day Tanghua sat at the table all morning, and felt a little sore and backache at a young age. After eating, he changed his way of screaming, sometimes sore and then sore.

Fei Cao had nothing to do with him, she pressed him on the sofa, stretched out her hand and rubbed it: "Is it here?"

He had just finished washing the dishes, and even though he was wearing gloves, his fingertips were still damp with water vapor, and with a hint of coolness, he pressed Tanghua's neck and rubbed it gently.

The soreness was dissipated by the coolness, and what produced was the burning sensation of sensitive skin. Although it was autumn, the indoor temperature was very high. Tang Hua was wearing a long loose T, feeling like he was just being pinched by the throat of fate. The cat, like a persimmon that is about to ripen, is dangling on the branch, and may fall down at any time.

Xiaojiaohua is very fair, and her skin is very tender. Fei Cao can see the boy's collarbone just by lowering her eyes, like two small sharp daggers, exuding the breath of a young man. What neutralizes this sharp weapon is The large pieces of snow-like skin spreading out from the side have a good touch. At this moment, unnatural "red plums" are blooming in the snow, and the more they bloom, the more prosperous they are.

It also gets hotter and hotter.

It was unclear who took the initiative, but the two young men lingered together in a low voice, they exchanged breaths with each other, the sunlight came in from the window, some light and shadow floated, and two shadows were cast on the ground next to each other.

Tang Hua couldn't bear it first, he was panting a little, his chest was shaking violently: "First...stop for a while, boyfriend, did you secretly practice behind my back, how did you improve so fast?"

Fei Cao licked her lower lip, her breathing was a little short, but it was much better than Tang Hua, and she laughed out loud, "No, I only practiced with you."

He thought for a while, blinked his long and narrow eyes, and suppressed his smile: "Maybe... this is talent, right?"

Tang Hua hooked his fingers, a little dissatisfied: "I don't believe it, come again."

But the pink cup he was holding while brushing his teeth suddenly appeared in his mind.

……No way?

Why?They are all boys, who is better than whom?

Tang Hua had been "arguing" about talent for a long time, but Tang Hua was still losing ground. The tired two boys held each other's breaths. Fei Cao held him in his arms, and then fell asleep on the sofa.

This sofa has been around for a few years, and the load-bearing capacity of one person is the limit. Now two teenagers are pressing on it, and soon they make a "squeak, squeak" protest, and the two male owners on it are very ruthless, and ignore this protest. Tang Hua, one of them, automatically converted the sound into a lullaby, and fell asleep very peacefully.

In the afternoon, the two of them would sometimes go shopping and buy something. For example, Tang Hua went out on the second day of his arrival, pushing a shopping cart in the supermarket, and putting what he liked in it, and soon the family became a couple. The right things are piled up: slippers, teacups, bathrobes...

Fei Cao also ordered flowers for half a year at the flower shop. Autumn is usually accompanied by bleakness, and the days when he could go out to pick flowers have passed, but the vase at home can never be empty, and it has become a habit to fill it with flowers.

They are two boys, one looks better than the other, Fei Cao sat in the flower shop and wrote a note, which listed the names of five or six kinds of flowers, and asked them to send them over one by one every day. After thinking about it, he crossed out one and added the other. When doing all this, the young master didn't realize how natural his movements were, and he didn't see the shopkeeper's sister's eyes light up when she looked at them.

Dinner is usually made of Feicao. Except for the "grand event" on the first day when the table is full and cannot be eaten by two people, the rest is almost all porridge and side dishes, which are very light and homely.

They eat very early, and the Tang family has a rule of "not eating after six o'clock in the afternoon". Eat around 05:30. At that time, the afterglow of the sun will shine in and cast on the table, making Tanghua feel that life is like poetry, and everything is beautiful.

After dinner, they would still go back to their respective small tables. Fei Cao usually typed on the keyboard. He recently took on a job to help others make small programs, and spent a lot of energy in it.

At first, Tang Hua was surprised that her boyfriend always had such skills that he didn't understand, but then he thought about the time when he was transferred to the school's surveillance, and thought that this man would grow into a business giant in the future, so he felt that Fei Cao would be nothing strange.

People who live by their brains are always very chic.

Sometimes they would go out for a walk after dinner to digest food. Tang Hua thought of Jiang Gaohan's cat, and was a little envious: "I don't know if Chengzi likes to go out. We can also raise a cat in the future and walk it every day."

Fei Cao nodded next to him: "Okay."

Sixteen and seventeen-year-olds wantonly outline the blueprint of the future, which is a privilege unique to this age. They have countless possibilities, because the "future" has not yet been finalized, so they can build and grow according to their own wishes.

The time for the two of them to go to bed will not be very late. Fei Cao will set an alarm clock before typing on the keyboard, and the time will be stuck at 21:00. They will put down the things at hand and go to wash and change clothes separately.

Then they sat on the sofa and turned on the TV at the same time. There is no fixed channel, and they usually change channels at will, which one they switch to. Sometimes they switch to a mentally handicapped TV with no plot. Say "yes".Sometimes I turn to a boring love drama, and when the hero and heroine kiss on TV, the two teenagers sitting outside the TV will also kiss, complementing each other and echoing from afar.

At 10:30, the two reluctantly said good night to each other, and then went back to their respective rooms to sleep.Sometimes earlier, sometimes later, depending on what script was on TV that day.

Most Feicao will go back to his bedroom with Tanghua first, and chat with him for a while. When Tanghua urged him, he would laugh: "I didn't know who it was at the time. I was afraid of sleeping alone. I want to talk to me every day." Only by making voice calls can I sleep peacefully."

Of course, after saying this just once, Xiao Jiaohua's face turned red, and she almost got into the quilt on the spot and smothered herself to death.

Later, when Tang Hua reminded her, Fei Cao learned to be smart, and he would say: "I won't leave now, I will leave when you fall asleep."

Sure enough, speaking is an art. No one can stand the escalation of love words.

The young master who couldn't take it felt that this was too fucking foul.

No matter what, the years are quiet and the time is stable. This is the sweetest time Tang Hua and Fei Cao spent after their love. There is no need to hide and avoid people like in the campus, and you don’t need to go out every day like in Tang’s house. And try my best to deliberately lower my voice when I make a phone call.

The love at this time is exposed to the blue sky, and sometimes Tanghua doesn't know how to see the people in the nearby tube building. They wantonly trample on the grass and hurt this person with every word, from childhood to adulthood; Because of this, they were afraid to avoid it, and it was rare for them to live a peaceful and happy life in this small building.

It seems that as long as it is here, all love will grow up healthy and positive. The small building is like a protective umbrella, isolating all prying eyes from the outside world.

But they can't stay in this small building forever.

One morning after breakfast, Fei Cao sat on the table to do the quiz as usual, his back was always straight as loose, and he wore a white shirt indoors with the sleeves rolled up, showing a strong sense of line.

Tang Xing sent Tang Hua Zhang's latest work last night, and talked about lines and aesthetics for a long time. Now Tang Hua's mind is full of lines, and in the morning, he can see the people around him with too perfect lines.

Tang Hua: ...

Really, sister, what are you drawing?Did you know that the person with the most beautiful lines is sitting next to your brother.

Then the more he looked at it, the more beautiful it became, and the more he watched it, the more intoxicated he became, and he couldn't pull it out. Even when he opened the knowledge point in the morning, his mind was full of: lines, lines, lines, grasses, grasses, grasses.

……

This family couldn't stay any longer, and he was really going to be driven crazy by the "lines" after looking at it.

So Tang Hua said: "Fei Cao, we haven't been to the book cafe for a long time, my hand is already healed, why don't we go out to study?"

Fei Cao was puzzled: "Huh?"

Tang Hua said: "It's nothing, I just miss the lady boss's grapefruit tea."

Fei Cao wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he nodded: "Well, good."

Then he turned around and went to make a call. It was to the proprietress, and after a few pleasantries, he asked to reserve a room for them in advance.

Tang Hua sat on the sofa with his hands propped up and watched Fei Cao make a phone call. He suddenly remembered that whether it was Boss Li of the restaurant or the proprietress of the book café, those students of Mr. Fei had said: "Xiaocao is much more popular now. gone."

It's really very human.

It's the kind of smoke that makes people think about it for a lifetime.