Demolition of the bridge across the river

After saying this, Gou Xiaohe didn't even bother to record his fingerprints, so he turned around and ran towards the house.

Before he could take two steps, his back tightened, and Bian Qiao grabbed him from behind with his underwear and outer pants.

"I was wrong I was wrong!"

Gou Xiaohe knew that Bian Qiao was going to fight him, and he was too experienced in being beaten by Bian Qiao, begging for mercy while hiding.

But although he apologized quickly, he was actually laughing so hard that he grabbed Bian Qiao's hand with his backhand, trying to save his pants.

Gou Xiaohe is wearing a pair of slacks today, which are elastic and have no belt buckle.He was thin, with no flesh hanging from his waist, and his trousers would tear open a big slit when he pulled them.

Bian Qiao glanced in along his half-drawn buttocks, and really saw the hem of a pair of familiar underwear.

The feeling of helplessness and speechlessness mixed with annoyance came up again in an instant.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Bian Qiao grabbed Gou Xiaohe's trouser waist and stretched it violently.

"It hurts, it hurts, I'm strangled." Gou Xiaohe jumped up and struggled carefully along the strength of the bridge, "Didn't you throw all my clothes into the trash can? I didn't bring new ones, so I can't Pick it up and wear it again, and you'll think I'm dirty again."

Bianqiao frowned, and let go of his hands irritably.

Gou Xiaohe straightened his trousers, secretly looked at Bianqiao's expression, and then leaned against him in a low voice: "Don't be angry, didn't you also wear mine when you were young?"

Bianqiao's eyelids moved, and he ran out with a smile again.

It's not that Gou Xiaohe insisted on teasing this debt, but in his heart, his intimacy with Bianqiao has reached a limitless level.

Rural families rarely have an only child. Gou Xiaohe remembers that when he was very young, Hu Yuan’s mother was punished when he was very young. Hu Yuan still had a younger sister.

In the entire Goujia Village, he is a rare only seedling.

A child's sense of loneliness is limited.Gou Xiaohe has a good personality, he can have fun by himself during the day, and his grandma raises him like a sheep, so he is really like a lamb, running around the village to play.

But when night fell, other children would leave in groups of threes and go back to each house to find their own mothers; he walked home alone stepping on his own shadow in the setting sun, and he and his grandma were the only companions in the empty yard. Can feel some unspeakable emotions.

Until the side bridge appears.

Gou Xiaohe really liked Bianqiao, he liked it at first sight.

Although Bianqiao doesn't like him, always gets angry and beats him up, other children in the village don't like Bianqiao, but in Gou Xiaohe's heart, Bianqiao is very good.

During the six years spent together in a small bed in the countryside, he had already formed a habit - what was his own was Bianqiao's, and what was left by Bianqiao could also be his own.

After running for two steps, seeing that Bian Qiao continued to put on the dog leash and didn't come to catch him again, Gou Xiaohe moved back and squatted down beside him.

"Bianqiao." He rested his chin on his knees and tilted his head to look at Bianqiao.

Bian Qiao glanced at him, and Gou Xiaohe rolled his eyes happily, and gently scratched the back of his hand.

"Do you still have red underwear?"

Bian Qiao froze when he was about to shake his hand, Gou Xiaohe had already picked up the dog leash, laughed and ran out the door.

"It's from the year of birth!" Bianqiao finally couldn't bear it and shouted.

Walking the dog is very interesting. They don't have to go far, and there are so many green areas in the community.

Gou Xiaohe wanted to hold the rope, and Bianqiao let him do what he wanted, which just saved trouble.

Even when Bianqiao went out to walk his dog, he seemed to be at home, and he didn't like to talk.

There is a lawn dedicated to pets in the community park. Dog Xiaohe also has his own dog friend. Gou Xiaohe runs around with him, and Bianqiao leans on a chair to check his mobile phone. He is not interested in people or dogs, and occasionally looks up. After looking for Gou Xiaohe, he got up and went home after half an hour.

"Have we not eaten yet?"

The street lights were already on, Bianqiao was walking ahead, and Gou Xiaohe followed him dangling on a leash, stepping on the shadow of Bianqiao to play.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." He rushed forward and asked.

"Anything." Bianqiao said.

Gou Xiaohe looked around, then went to pull Bianqiao's hand again.

This time he learned how to be smart, he only held it once, and let go before Bianqiao shook his arm, as if he had taken advantage of something, he hummed a little song happily.

Gou Xiaohe said he wanted to cook for Bianqiao, but in fact he didn't know how to cook.

The ingredients in the kitchen are complete, the refrigerator is full, and a lot of meat is still packaged in foreign languages.

He tossed about for a while like digging for treasure, and in the end he only boiled out a small pot of rice porridge with a slightly mushy smell, fried four egg pancakes, and shared two with Bian Qiao.

"Aren't Auntie and Uncle at home to eat at night?" Gou Xiaohe cleaned up the dishes and went to take a shower, "Auntie asked you to give me her and Uncle's WeChat."

"I don't know." Bian Qiao didn't seem to care about them at all.

In addition, Gou Xiaohe pushed the business card, and after brushing the dog's paws and grooming, he went directly upstairs.

Bian Qiao took a bath upstairs today, and as soon as he came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, Gou Xiaohe was already staying in his room with a big face.

There was still a quilt next to the bed, and he sat on it, learning how to put down the projector, and found an old-fashioned TV series to watch.

"What are you doing?" But when Bianqiao saw his movements, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Huh?" Gou Xiaohe rubbed his legs and raised his head, glanced at Bianqiao, then lowered his head and stuffed his pants, tucking in the hem of his trousers.

"I'm still a little flustered, like I'm pulling the ball." He pointed to Bianqiao with his legs crossed, "You pulled my trousers too hard."

At that time, playing around with Bianqiao, I was strangled suddenly, but the pain gradually disappeared.

When walking the dog and cooking, he always vaguely felt that something was stuck. He thought that his underwear was pulled crookedly, but he just went to take a shower and was completely naked, but the feeling was still there.

Bian Qiao looked at him complicatedly for a while, then walked to the quilt and squatted down, glanced at Gou Xiaohe: "It hurts?"

"It doesn't hurt either." Gou Xiaohe aggressively pushed the hem of his trousers aside, "It's just a pain in the ass, bursts."

Half of his parts slipped out with his fingers, Bian Qiao stared blankly, and stood up wiping his hair.

"It's not broken, is it?" Gou Xiaohe's gaze followed him up, his legs still open like a child's.

Bian Qiao's expression suddenly became annoyed, his eyebrows under the towel frowned, he stretched out his foot abruptly, and stepped on Gou Xiaohe.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Gou Xiaohe covered himself and leaned on the quilt, his face fell into the pillow, and he stared at Bianqiao with half of his eyes, "It's going to be really bad later."

"It's broken and pulled down." Bian Qiao turned around and went to the bathroom to dry his hair, "Don't steal underwear to wear."

"Why are you so narrow-minded!" Gou Xiaohe laughed again, and rushed after Bianqiao, wanting to kick him for revenge.

While fighting inside one door and outside the other, someone's cell phone rang twice.

"It seems to be mine." Gou Xiaohe followed the sound and saw that Bianqiao's mobile phone was silent, and he never heard it ringing.

He took out his phone from under the pillow, it was a WeChat message from Cui Yang, asking Gou Xiaohe if he wanted to play games, and he took it with him.

"Cui Yang asked me if I could play games." Gou Xiaohe went back to the bathroom with his phone in his hands, and excitedly showed Bian Qiao the emoji, "Look at the dog he posted!"

"You can do whatever you want." Bian Qiao didn't bother to look, and crossed his arms to block it.

"Aren't you playing?" Gou Xiaohe asked.

"Get out." Bianqiao "buzzed" to blow his hair, and picked out the dog box with his legs, "Don't let the dog in."

Gou Xiaohe said "oh", Bianqiao didn't play, and his interest was half lost.

Just as he was about to go out with the dog, he remembered the unfinished revenge just now, and he also held back his anger, and suddenly grabbed Bianqiao with his hand.

"Huh?" Just as he was about to run after catching, Gou Xiaohe stopped with his hands raised, turned his head to look at the side bridge, "You..."

"roll."

What responded to him was Bianqiao's impatient tone, and the door panel was slammed close to the bridge of his nose.

The author has something to say:

It's already the second year of high school, and the kids are still fighting