Demolition of the bridge across the river

As a young man in his adolescence with healthy physical and mental development, Gou Xiaohe could easily guess his reaction when he touched Bianqiao.

At the same time, as a healthy teenager, he also understood Bianqiao's behavior of slamming the door in an instant.

Boys, what's the matter, I'm embarrassed after being found out.

Gou Xiaohe squatted at the door of the bathroom with his dog in his arms, having fun, remembering the time when he had his first nocturnal emission.

It seemed to be one day during the winter vacation of the third year of junior high school. Grandma put an electric blanket on his bed, which was very warm and comfortable.

He had a bunch of messy dreams, in which he was in the sky for a while and was on the roof for a while, but there was no content, he just remembered running all the time.He suddenly lost weight while running, and he woke up dizzy, his heart was beating fast, and his underpants were sticky and wet.

At that time, his first reaction was that he had wetted the bed, so he tidied up in a panic, but when he realized it, his face was burning hot with embarrassment.

Many things do not require external force, and they will naturally understand when they are old.

Before that, Gou Xiaohe was a complete fool.After that winter vacation, when school started again, many words and expressions in the eyes that boys could not understand before seemed to be understood all at once.

Only then did he realize that he already belonged to the group that developed relatively late in the class.

When his mind was still full of cartoons about Bianqiao's homework, the content of other boys teasing each other in private had long been about girls' skirts and thighs.

I don't know if Bianqiao was lost or not.

Gou Xiaohe secretly cared about it at that time.

Now it seems that the development of Bianqiao is also very healthy.

But still want to laugh.

Gou Xiaohe rubbed the dog Xiaohe's hair into a mess, held back a smile and secretly told the dog with his mouth: He's hard!

The sound of the hair dryer finally stopped, and Gou Xiaohe had already lay back on the quilt to play with his mobile phone, with a pillow under his belly, and he was dangling with his calves raised.

Hearing Bian Qiao come out, he turned his head to peek at Bian Qiao's expression, seeing that his expression was normal, his gaze slipped down.

There is no longer any ups and downs.

"Bianqiao." Gou Xiaohe blinked mysteriously, "Did you sneak that inside?"

Bian Qiao stepped over Gou Xiaohe directly, picked up the remote control to turn up the projection volume, and then glanced at him with the corner of his eyes: "Which one?"

"That's it," Gou Xiaohe whispered in a tone of sharing secrets, "Did you hit him secretly?"

His eyes were bright, full of curiosity about this topic and about good friends.

Compared with Gou Xiaohe, Bianqiao is much calmer now.

"This is my home." He reminded Gou Xiaohe, "Why do I have to do it secretly."

"You really beat me!" Gou Xiaohe sat up from the quilt.

Bian Qiao looked at him from top to bottom for a while, he was speechless and annoyed.

"Damn it." He retracted his eyes and cursed, then raised his legs and went to bed, "I'm sick."

Gou Xiaohe didn't care about being scolded.He was used to it, knowing that Bianqiao had a thin skin, and when he was a child, he had to insist that he was with him when he went to pee. If this happened, he would definitely be even more embarrassed if he caught him straight.

In fact, Gou Xiaohe is also embarrassed, he must not talk about these things with others.

But facing Bianqiao, he can let it go, he wants to care about big and small things, and wants to talk about everything.

"It's okay, don't be shy." Gou Xiaohe lay down on the edge of the bed in high spirits, comforting Bian Qiao with his chin crossed and his arms in a low voice, "It's all normal, I sometimes have reactions when I take a shower."

Bianqiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his gaze over the phone.

"Hey, have you seen that one?" Gou Xiaohe began to expand the topic, asking in a ghostly whisper.

"Which one?" Bian Qiao stared at him.

"You pretended again, you must have seen it." Gou Xiaohe buried half of his face in his elbow, only showing his eyes blinking, "Pornography."

Bianqiao suddenly laughed.

There was a very soft sound, as if Gou Xiaohe felt childish.

"Hu Yuan showed me everything." Gou Xiaohe put his palm on the bed sheet, and closed his caress.

"Hu Yuan who runs a restaurant?" Bian Qiao looked at him again.

"That's him." Gou Xiaohe nodded, "He still has e-books, and many boys in our class borrow his mobile phone to read."

"Are you still playing with him now?" Bian Qiao asked.

"We are in the same class in junior high school, and his house is close to ours, so we go to and from school together." Gou Xiaohe said.

Bianqiao said "hmm", lowered his eyelids and continued to swipe his phone.

Seeing his reaction, Gou Xiaohe remembered that Bianqiao didn't like Hu Yuan, because Hu Yuan didn't like him either, and he always told Gou Xiaohe bad things about him when he was a child.

"Anyway, it's a normal phenomenon, don't be embarrassed..."

He retracted the topic and continued to comfort Bianqiao. While talking, he suddenly felt that Bianqiao looked good from this angle, so he took out his phone and snapped a picture.

"...Don't be shy either."

He finished what he had just missed.

Bian Qiao raised his eyes to look at him again, his eyes were almost unreasonable.

"What?" He frowned.

"It looks good, I can't hold back." Gou Xiaohe was not ashamed when he talked about those topics, but he was a little embarrassed when asked by Bian Qiao.

Grinning, he rolled back onto the quilt clutching his phone.

Cui Yang sent another WeChat message urging him to play games, but Gou Xiaohe didn't go, playing with the photos he just took of Bianqiao.

The mobile phone has many interesting functions. He cuts the picture and adjusts the color, and can compare several filters for a long time, and then goes to the circle of friends.

Bian Qiao's WeChat name and profile picture are very simple, the name is Bian Qiao, and the profile picture is a screenshot of a foreign movie.

There is nothing in his circle of friends. He occasionally sends a few photos of playing ball or scenery, and it slips to the end in a few clicks.

Gou Xiaohe liked his circle of friends one by one, saved the photos of playing, and commented to him: so handsome.

Bian Qiao was teaming up with Cui Yang, and was annoyed to death by the news that kept popping up.

He went to turn off the message notifications in the circle of friends, turned his head and scolded Gou Xiaohe: "Are you bored?"

Gou Xiaohe smiled sullenly with his back to the bed, and then went to edit the photo.

Bian Qiao and Cui Yang had a small group, and the game was not halfway through, Jiang Chao circled him in the group again and posted a screenshot.

After the game ended, Bian Qiao clicked in to see, Cui Yang and Ren Pengfei had been scrolling the screen for a long time, and the chat box was full of emojis.

The picture that Bian Qiao dragged to Jiang Chao circle was Gou Xiaohe's profile picture, and he used the photo he secretly took of himself just now.

Ren Pengfei was still saying: I really want to die laughing, brothers just wish 99 well!

Gou Xiaohe was still adjusting the angle of his head portrait, when he heard the sound of Bianqiao getting out of bed, the next second, his whole body was enveloped by a shadow falling from the sky.

Bian Qiao knelt down on his back and stretched out his hand to grab the back of his neck.

"Ah!" Gou Xiaohe almost threw his phone against the wall, startled, and flung himself on the pillow, "What am I doing again?"

"The profile picture has changed." Bian Qiao grabbed his hands and pressed them on the ground above his head.

"Why, I think it looks good!" Gou Xiaohe laughed while talking, turned his face to meet the eyes of the bridge above, and couldn't stop laughing.

Bian Qiao didn't talk nonsense with him, picked up the phone and wanted to delete the photos.

"Don't change, don't change." Gou Xiaohe reached for his arms to grab him, but he couldn't grab him, and Bianqiao could hold him down with one hand.

The other hand lights up the screen, and the wallpaper that rushes towards him is still his photo.

The selfie stored in your own mobile phone has a completely different visual effect than seeing your own photos on other people's mobile phones.

Bianqiao's face turned green after being unprepared for two consecutive mental attacks, and he couldn't press his fingers down for a while.

Although really handsome.

"Don't delete it." Gou Xiaohe took advantage of this time to get back the phone, sat up writhing, and wiped the phone screen preciously.

"Replace it." Bianqiao ordered Gou Xiaohe, frowning still.

"No." Gou Xiaohe stuffed the phone under the quilt, clasped Bianqiao's hand and clenched it, palm to palm, "I really miss you."

He wanted another hug, but Bianqiao shrank his arms, waved his arm away, got up and left unbearably.

Gou Xiaohe snickered behind him and kicked his calf quietly.

There was a "buzzing" from the phone, Gou Xiaohe glanced at the bridge next to him, and felt it out again. Cui Yang pulled him into a group, and Ren Pengfei was swiping the screen: Lalala, quickly pull him in.

Ren Pengfei: I want to recognize him as my eldest brother

Ren Pengfei: It's so fucking amazing

Cui Yang: pull

Gou Xiaohe looked at the members of the group, Jiang Chao and Bian Qiao were among them.

He was very happy and seriously typed in the group: Hello everyone.

Send two smiley emojis that come with WeChat.

The group was silent for a few seconds, and then it was filled with forty or fifty "hahaha".

Ren Pengfei sent a voice message, Gou Xiaohe clicked on it, and heard him laughing and coughing, coughing and cursing: "What the hell—ah! I can't do it... Oh, I'm so fucking laughing at me. "

Only Jiang Chao replied in cooperation: Hello, Xiaohe.

Cui Yang went directly to change the group name to "Hello everyone".

"What are they laughing at?" Gou Xiaohe asked Bianqiao while holding his mobile phone.

The corner of Bian Qiao's mouth was also raised, and he said, "Laughing dog."

The local dog Gou Xiaohe stared at him for a while, then raised his phone and took another photo secretly.

Gou Xiaohe didn't do anything that night, he just added all the funny emoticons in the group.

He kept one in his collection, and he handed it over to Bianqiao, and he looked at it and laughed.

Until Bianqiao told him to "send another one and get out".

When it was almost midnight, Bianqiao turned off the lights and turned down the projection volume to the lowest level. The two lay down on the bed and the other on the floor.

"Bianqiao," Gou Xiaohe wrapped himself in a blanket and rolled over, leaning against the bed, "I'm really happy today."

"When you first left, I was very afraid that no one would play with you when you returned to the city. It turns out that your friends are so good."

Bianqiao ignored him.

"Although they laugh at me all the time, I feel like they treat me well, right?"

Talking to himself, hearing that Bianqiao had not moved, Gou Xiaohe sat up again, poked out half of his head from the edge of the bed, and looked at his face in the dim light: "Are you asleep?"

Bian Qiao didn't sleep, he opened his eyes with his back to Gou Xiaohe, but didn't want to talk.

Gou Xiaohe was obviously in a tizzy tonight, and he would not be able to get up for a while.

Lying on the edge of the bed and listening to Bianqiao's breathing for a while, he said again in a very small voice: "If you want to hit, hit it, don't be shy."

With a kick of Bian Qiao's legs, Gou Xiaohe threw himself back onto the quilt with a suppressed smile, and pulled the blanket over his head.