The little man on the apex

Yan Heyi took a few pieces of toilet paper and stood waiting at the door of the hut. Hearing "Brother" at the top of his voice, he quickly closed his eyes and stretched the toilet paper in.

"Why so fast?" Yuan Xi said sullenly.

"I see you didn't take the toilet paper," Yan Heyi was still waiting outside the hut, "How is it? Have you had diarrhea?"

"Hmm..." Yuan Xi came out with a bowed body, walked a few steps crookedly, and bumped into Yan Heyi's arms, "Legs are numb."

Yan Heyi grabbed his arm and helped him into the house, and poured him a cup of hot water, "Drink something to warm your stomach."

Yuan Xi sat sideways on the chair, picked up the cup and took a sip, then suddenly ran away clutching his stomach, "No, no, brother, follow!"

Yan Heyi gave a wry smile, and hurriedly followed. After running like this for four or five times, Yuan Xi lay in Yan Heyi's arms, resting his chin on his shoulder, staring straight at the pot of chicken stewed on the table, "Brother , Are you mistaken, those fruits are poisonous?"

"Probably not," Yan Heyi comforted his back carefully, "I checked carefully just now, and there is no poison, and I also ate a lot."

"Ah..." Yuan Xi kept moaning in his throat, "That's because I eat too much with a greedy mouth, and my brother didn't try to persuade me."

"You still know that you are greedy." Yan Heyi reached down and gently covered his stomach, "Does your stomach still hurt? Let me rub it for you."

"My stomach doesn't hurt anymore." Yuan Xi's eyebrows twisted into twists, "Brother, my back hurts..."

Yan Heyi couldn't help laughing out loud, "Then what should I do, rub it for you together?"

Yuan Xi twisted his waist and hid to the side, his head still resting on Yan Heyi's shoulder, "Brother is bullying."

"How dare I?" Yan Heyi said so, her hand still reached behind Yuan Xi, and patted it through her trousers.

"Master," Yuan Xi shuddered, raised his head, and looked at Yan Heyi pitifully, "Tonight... can we stop for a while? I'm sick..."

"Stop what..." Yan Heyi suddenly reacted, "Look at this pitiful spirit, Cheng, my husband will spare you tonight."

Yuan Xi lowered his head again, grabbed Yan Heyi's hand and stretched it into his jacket, "Brother, my stomach is flat, but why am I not hungry?"

Yan Heyi understood what he meant, "I'll put the chicken in the kitchen, and we'll eat it when you're better, okay?"

"Then can I have a piece first?" Yuan Xi's words trailed off softly, "The chicken legs just didn't even taste good."

"There are chili peppers in it," Yan Heyi coaxed him patiently, "It will make you feel uncomfortable after eating, can I make porridge for you?"

"Brother," Yuan Xi moved his face closer to Yan Heyi's, "Sister... just eat a piece."

Yan Heyi was very soft-hearted, "Then I'll get some warm ones over here."

He put Yuan Xi in the chair, went to the kitchen to put a bowl of chicken on the stove, then soaked a handkerchief in hot water, and wiped Yuan Xi's hands first.

Said that he only ate one piece, Yuanxi waited beside him with his mouth open, and ate a chicken leg and two wings, and then asked Yan Heyi to choose the chicken heart for him, "I eat chicken heart, brother eats chicken Gan'er will always be my brother's heart."

Yan Heyi got goosebumps all over his body when he said this so suddenly, "Little ancestor, for the sake of eating, you are willing to say anything."

Between pushing and pulling, Yuan Xi ate most of the bowl, and stretched out his face to let Yan Heyi wipe his mouth, "Brother, my stomach is warm and numb."

"Accidentally ate these again." Yan Heyi gently wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then hugged him horizontally, "Go and lie on the bed, and I will rub it for you."

Yan Heyi rubbed her hands to warm them up, stretched them under the quilt, and rubbed Yuan Xi's stomach through the underwear, and talked to him one after another. After a while, Yuan Xi's voice weakened, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep .

"Stomach pain will be gone after a night of sleep," Yan Heyi tucked Yuan Xi's quilt tightly, leaned down, and kissed him gently on the cheek, "My darling."

She stayed by the bed for a while, and when the person slept soundly, Yan Heyi put down the bed curtain and went out lightly.

I remember hearing Yuanxi say before that when he was a child, his stomach was uncomfortable, so the cook at home made fried flour for him, washed it with hot water to make a paste, and his stomach felt comfortable after eating a bowl.

Although Yan Heyi has never eaten it, but according to Yuanxi, it is not difficult to make. Just put the flour into a hot clean pot, fry it slowly, and keep turning it with a shovel until it turns slightly yellow. , smells a faint burnt smell, even if the flour is fried.

Find a clean jar and put the fried flour in it, it will last for a long time.

"It's really fragrant," Yan Heyi sniffed it closer, feeling a little greedy herself.

After finishing all this and tidying up the kitchen, Yan Heyi took a book casually, sat by the window and flipped through it quietly.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that there was no movement on the bed. Yan Heyi hurriedly put down the book in her hand, opened the bed curtain and sat on the side of the bed. Before Yuanxi opened his eyes, he moaned and leaned against Yan Heyi.

"Does your stomach still hurt?"

Yuan Xi rubbed against Yan Heyi's leg, raised his head and half-opened his eyes and asked, "Brother, why is there such a strong smell? Have you made bacon?"

"It's Aunt Gu, smoking bacon in the yard."

"It smells so good." Yuan Xi's stomach groaned a few times, and he bent over to cover it, "Oh, it hurts again, brother."

"Rub it for you," Yan Heyi stretched his hand into the quilt, "I fried flour just now, and I'll make a bowl when I'm hungry, isn't it very useful for you?"

"Okay," Yuan Xi forced a smile at Yan Heyi, "I'm hungry now."

"Are you hungry or in pain?"

"Hungry for a while, pain for a while."

"Then I'll do it for you now, and you can lie down for a while."

Put a few spoonfuls of fried flour into a bowl, boil it with hot water, stir it with a spoon, it becomes a thick paste, add a spoonful of sucrose into it, Yan Heyi couldn't help but taste it, it was really delicious.

Yan Heyi was sitting by the bed, feeding spoonful by spoonful into Yuanxi's mouth. After a few mouthfuls, Yuanxi's stomach felt warm and felt much more comfortable. Tears fell on Yan Heyi's hands again.

"Homesick?" Yan Heyi wiped his tears distressedly.

"Ah."

"When it's spring, let's go to your hometown together," Yan Heyi put down the bowl, and hugged him lightly, "Anyway, now that we've opened up business, we just need a guide. If you want to stay, we'll buy a house. Let's live together there, okay?"

"I want to stay in Ping'an Village, brother," Yuan Xi grabbed Yan Heyi's hand, "However, I can go to the north to play once."

"Success, it's all up to you," Yan Heyi picked up the bowl again, "Let's eat a few more bites while it's hot, so that we can go out when we are healthy."

After eating up the whole bowl of fried flour, Yuan Xi moved his nose, "The bacon smells so good, Aunt Gu will give us a few yuan, won't she? How about I send her wild fruits now, and then bring back some bacon .”

"Where did you buy this abacus?" Yan Heyi poked his forehead, "It hasn't been smoked yet. Aunt Gu smokes bacon every year. The piece we eat in spring is given by Aunt Gu. Don't worry, it will be indispensable this year." your."

Aunt Gu’s yard is open, she puts the meat on a shelf, puts fresh cedar leaves underneath and ignites, and puts some orange peels in the smoked meat and smokes it for half a day.

It was getting late, and Yan Heyi was afraid that Yuanxi would be greedy, so she didn't cook another meal for herself, but also made a bowl of fried flour to eat, and went out with him for a walk, after scrubbing her body, she closed the door early and went to sleep.

As soon as he got under the covers, Yuan Xi shrank in, emphasizing that he had a headache in the back, and kept Yan Heyi away.

In fact, Yan Heyi is also to blame. Ever since Yuanxi ran away from home and came back, he made people unable to get out of bed all day, every time he got tired of crooked at night, he couldn't help but act a little rougher than before. He quietly found a book and read Say, this thing is addictive...

Thinking back half a year ago, I was such an old-fashioned and decent person, who regarded this matter as a secret, and was almost abstinent to indifferent on weekdays, but now I have become like this, thinking every night, even during the day, if Yuanxi Inadvertently making a teasing movement, I couldn't help it slightly.

People say that "the peony flower dies, and it's romantic to be a ghost." Yuan Xi, this slippery peony flower, really fascinated himself to death.

Yan Heyi moved closer to Yuanxi, forcing him to the innermost side of the bed, without saying a word, just staring at him so hotly.

Yuan Xi had no escape, half of his head stuck into the quilt, both hands grabbed the edge of the quilt, trembling slightly, he called "Xianggong".

Yan Heyi really wanted to tell him that begging for mercy with this appearance would only arouse even more anger in his husband.

Stretching out his hand and pulling, most of Yuan Xi's breasts were exposed, dazzlingly white, with a small piece of powder on the slight ups and downs, and the top was pointed. Yan Heyi hugged her tightly, "Don't be afraid." , let me spare you today, my husband only hugs you."

"Really?" Yuan Xi tremblingly leaned towards Yan Heyi, rubbing against him with the soft flesh of his chest, as if to please him.

Yan Heyi couldn't bear it anymore, so she locked Yuan Xi tightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't move around, Yuan Xi."

After hugging quietly for a long time, neither of them seemed to be sleepy. Yan Heyi's chest was beating faster and faster, and she was desperately chanting the "Qing Xin Sutra" that had been thrown away somewhere in her mind.

After a long time, both of them were still in good spirits. Yuan Xi moved his furry head and looked up at Yan Heyi, "Brother, the back... doesn't hurt much..."

Yan Heyi bit her lip, "It's fine if it doesn't hurt, if it doesn't hurt... we won't do it anymore, your stomach hurts for a day, and your body is weak, so you need to rest well."

When these words came out of her own mouth, Yan Heyi couldn't help giving herself a thumbs up, listen, what kind of peerless good husband is this who loves her husband?

It's just... these words are really against my will, after all, I am suffering from pain, and I am afraid that I will have to wait until the third watch before I can fall asleep.

"Brother," Yuan Xi rubbed his chest against him again, with his mouth slightly open, his eyes misty, "Don't you want to kiss?"

"Are you waiting for me?"

"Yeah." Yuan Xi's eyelashes flickered, that shy and timid look, naive and seductive, really killed him, Yan Heyi rubbed his delicate flesh a few times, bowed her head and kissed him .

The two of them kissed and rubbed each other, and huddled together under the quilt. Finally, Yan Heyi had some concentration, so Yuan Xi could rest somewhere after a hard day.