he's just my boyfriend

Schools are always empty during the holidays, and when the weather is good, it is especially suitable for outdoor shooting.

"Turn on your side."

A tall boy squatted on the ground, wrapped his palms with a camera strap, held the camera in front of the lens of his glasses, raised his head and said to the man standing opposite him in the woods.

The man turned his face slightly, and his slender figure was against the light.

He retracted his body as he said, with one hand drooping naturally, and the other caressing on the tree trunk beside him, his fingers stretched out, not as sharp as ordinary boys, and the neatly manicured nails formed a shallow arc on the fingertips.

The clothes, which are obviously no more everyday, look very textured in the camera. A large light gray T-shirt is covered on him, half of the hem is tucked in the waistband of the trousers, and the other half is tucked out. There is a bit of design in the clutter.

The shorts on the lower body just barely exposed the knees, the calf lines were warm and smooth, and the cute ankles were vaguely hidden in the grass.

The boy half-kneeling on the ground with the camera in his hand hunched over his back, and with this one movement, he zoomed in and took two shots, blurring the background and blurring the characters, and then took a close-up of the man's slapped face looking out of the camera.

"Okay, sit down."

He said so, but he himself did not get up, still on one knee, half resting the camera on his lap.

The model hesitated.

When they came here early in the morning, they kept changing their positions and were still able to move. Jin Yang had been squatting here for nearly half an hour and hadn't gotten up straight. Now his legs are probably numb and he can't use his strength.

But when Song Muqing thought that he was still angry with him because of that elementary school girl who appeared inexplicably at the door of the dormitory, he couldn't help but let him have a rest.

Facing the light, Jin Yang squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the little cutie who was still standing there condescendingly staring at him, how could anyone lose their temper so cute, it was too much.

Song Muqing just looked at him and didn't speak.

The corner of Jin Yang's mouth curled up, knowing that his little cutie was actually not angry last night, she just had a thin skin, so he took the initiative to offer his hand to him.

The two were in a stalemate for two seconds, Song Muqing pursed his lips, and decided to accept the steps given by Jin Yang, walking two steps forward was about to shake Jin Yang's hand that was raised in the void.

But the man suddenly said: "You know, I won't let go of this hand if you hold it, you should think about it yourself."

Because of such a sentence, Song Muqing even touched his finger and stopped again.

Jin Yang was not in a hurry, he just held his hand next to Song Muqing's, waiting for Song Muqing to make a choice.

But to his surprise, Song Muqing didn't hesitate for too long.

In fact, the answer has long been in his heart, but he has been uncertain how much fun and sincerity Jin Yang treats him. In his opinion, this man is just making fun of himself.

I should have expressed my opinion yesterday because of that junior girl, and the rest...

Sitting in the warm sunshine, Jin Yang had already prepared his own escape route, but Song Muqing held his hand with a kind of magical strength that was neither light nor heavy.

Jin Yang was taken aback for a moment, the touch on his hand was definitely not soft, so he could only feel the warmth permeate along the veins, and flow down the blood vessels to the bottom of his heart.

Song Muqing didn't exert any strength after taking his hand, Jin Yang came back to his senses, and asked him with the corner of his mouth upturned: "Are you able to move me? Don't throw yourself into your arms for a while and hit me upside down."

For the sake of being photogenic, Jin Yang didn't let Song Muqing wear glasses to go out today, and Song Muqing was not used to wearing invisibility. At this moment, his eyes were blurred, and no matter how wide his eyes were, he could only tell that Jin Yang was smiling.

For Jin Yang's teasing, Song Muqing had long been used to it, ignored him, and pulled him up from the ground with a force in his hand.

"It's a lot of strength." Jin Yang got up and supported his shoulders to stabilize his figure, and a dense needle pricking sensation hit his legs.

Song Muqing, who pulled the man up, skipped over the stubble just now, and led the man against the tree: "How far is it?"

He didn't ask to see the negatives because he was blind without glasses.

Jin Yang leaned against the tree trunk and looked at the cuties in the camera. The ones with their heads down and their faces up, the more they liked it: "Nine photos are due at the end of the class, and three more photos are enough."

Song Muqing and the others will have to take this basic photography class next year, and every time they are assigned homework, they are asked to take photos of the same family and the same sex.

The teacher never explained the reason. Some people said it was to let them recognize the gap between themselves and the people around them through the lens. Anyway, it was very confusing.

This morning was really exhausting, Song Muqing asked, "Do you want to shoot three more actions?"

It is also nearsighted, but Song Muqing does not have the habit of squinting when he takes off his glasses, instead he will subconsciously widen his eyes because he cannot see clearly, and he must look at the other person's face when speaking, but he has lost the concept of distance.

Seeing the pair of rabbit eyes filled with spring water staring at him so seriously on the face so close, Jin Yang couldn't move his eyes away at all, as if he was about to drown in it.

Song Muqing, who hadn't waited for a response, couldn't help but want to speak out. Without glasses, he felt very insecure: "Why..."

In a daze, he heard Jin Yang say in his ear: "I have a heartfelt request."

The hot air sprayed on the ear pinna bit by bit, Song Muqing's big eyes showed a bit of bewilderment: "Huh?"

"You recruited me first, so you can't blame me."

Before Song Muqing looked at his blurred face and figured out the meaning of this sentence, his eyes flickered. When his back hit the tree trunk that should have been behind Jin Yang, his mind was still dazed.

"……What's the meaning?"

He felt that he was pushed against the tree by Jin Yang, and if he was wearing glasses now, he would definitely not ask this question.

"It means I'm going to kiss you."

When Jin Yang said this sentence, his voice was very low, and he said each word clearly.

Song Muqing subconsciously raised his head to look for his face before he realized how close the two were, the light between the branches and leaves on top was completely blocked by him.

Probably because Jin Yang's tone was too calm, and Song Muqing, who lost his glasses, seemed to have lost the ability to think, didn't realize what he said until his lips were held by him.

Jin Yang has been deeply watching the expression on Song Muqing's face. When his kiss fell for the first time, he was sure that his little cutie didn't refuse, and he even paused for a gap of two seconds.

In the past two seconds, he has witnessed Song Muqing's eyes enlarge from the start because of surprise, and then slowly ease down. Those eyes that cannot find focus are always fixed on his face stubbornly, as if he is trying to confirm something. .

When kissing him again, Jin Yang stretched out his hand to cover Song Muqing's watery eyes, lowered his head slightly and pushed him against the tree trunk.

The kiss was light, not fleeting, it was long and affectionate.

This was the first time that Song Muqing felt that perhaps Jin Yang really liked him, and maybe the hand on his shoulder was slightly hot.

The touch on this man's lips was far more vivid than Jin Yang had imagined. From the soft lips, a little bit penetrated, bringing out a little wet body fluid, which was a little lingering in the slippery.

The surroundings are very quiet, and there are no insects in the woods in early October, only the shade of the trees and the sunshine as companions, watching the two nose to nose, exchanging breath.

After the kiss was over, Jin Yang didn't let go of his hand on his eyes.

Looking at the half face of the person in front of him exposed from his hand, and the slightly congested lips glowing with specks of water, Jin Yang's eyes were dark: "Song Muqing, do you know what I'm doing?"

His little cutie didn't speak, just leaned against the tree obediently, looking up and couldn't see his face nodding at him.

"Then do you know what you were doing just now?"

The voice in the ear was a little dry and hoarse.

This time he still didn't speak, he paused for a long time before nodding under Jin Yang's gaze.

The moment he nodded his head, Song Muqing felt that Jin Yang's hand clasped his shoulder a little harder, and then asked in his ear, "So do you understand what this means?"

It was difficult for Jin Yang to let himself stretch his brows when he asked this question, and even now, it seemed that Song Muqing was caught by his question—Song Muqing lost his response.

It wasn't until he was about to give up that Song Muqing said slowly: "Why don't you look at me."

Jin Yang was taken aback.

Song Muqing raised his hand and moved away the hands that were covering his eye sockets little by little, revealing his doubtful eyes.

Jin Yang clearly knew that he couldn't see clearly, but he was completely speechless under the gaze of these eyes.

He admitted that he was nervous at the moment, very nervous, as if the words that came out of Song Muqing's mouth in the next second were his final verdict.

If it wasn't for the handshake just now, Jin Yang would have continued to restrain himself, and would never have made such a move to take advantage of the victory. After all, one thing was wrong, that is, the real landing into a box.

But the answer Song Muqing gave was unexpected.

Song Muqing just stared at him so hard, and said, "Tao and Dakui both said that my eyes can talk. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that what they said should be true."

Jin Yang listened to his heart beating very fast, faster than any of his much-anticipated speeches and defenses since he was a child. He felt that his throat was blocked, but he still couldn't move his eyes away from those eyes.

Then he heard Song Muqing continue to speak slowly: "Look, now that you look into my eyes, will you still ask me the question just now?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Jin Yang: I don't care, you asked me to kiss you.

Xiao Song: ...

Jin Yang: When you look at me like that, it's not that you want me to kiss you.