flammable relationship

I don't agree with the aesthetics, but it's quite breathable.

Fu Yiheng twitched the corner of his mouth mechanically, took out the toothbrush towel, put the box back intact, then tied multiple knots in the black plastic bag, and hid it in the quilt.Before going out, he was still worried, turned around and tucked up the corners of the quilt tightly, his disgusted expression was like a cat who had to dig up soil and bury its excrement against the smell after going to the toilet.After tucking it in, I remembered that this bed belonged to Wei Xi. She was a big girl with yellow flowers, and there were two pairs of men's underwear of that style hidden in the quilt. Wei Ran's backpack on the sofa.

In any case, it can be regarded as returning to the original owner.

The incense sticks in the living room were burning day and night. Avalokitesvara's indistinguishable face was hidden behind the thin smoke, with drooping eyebrows and eyes staring at the void, neither sad nor happy. ruthless.

On the straw futon in front of the incense table, an old lady with a gray hair bun and gray cloth clothes is trying her best to straighten her stooped back and sit upright, muttering something, pinching and turning her hand. It was made of poor quality beads, and a thick hand-copied scripture book was spread out in front of it. The pages of the book were yellowed and the edges were rough.

This is Fu Yiheng's first impression of Grandma Wei, a devout worshiper.

When Grandma Wei heard the movement behind her, she turned her head and looked over. Two cloudy eyeballs were sunken in on her wrinkled face, and the corners of her mouth and loose skin drooped. examine.When a person is old, the skin does not exist, but the bones do not change. This old lady has high cheekbones, pointed jaws, a straight nose and deep eyes, which vaguely shows the capable and capable appearance of her youth.

This appearance is far from that of Buddhists who eat fast and chant Buddha in the traditional sense.

The visitor was a guest, but the old lady did not intend to greet her at all.

"Morning..." Fu Yiheng was about to take the initiative to say hello, but Grandma Wei turned her head away again.

What a queer old man.

Coincidentally, Wei Xi came in from the door. Seeing this embarrassing scene, he quickly pulled out Mr. Fu who swallowed his words.

"Grandma doesn't pay attention to people when she prays, and the teacher doesn't care about her." Wei Xi spread his hands helplessly and pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "Are you looking for my brother? He's boiling water."

Fu Yiheng nodded, indicating that he knew.

Wei Xi smiled shyly and politely at him, turned around and rummaged through the yard looking for it in a hurry, like digging a grave to find treasure, eager to dig three feet.

Fu Yiheng stood and watched for a while, then asked casually: "Are you looking for something? Do you need my help?"

"No need!" Wei Xi lifted the upside-down bamboo basket, looked at it with his head, his face full of disappointment, "When I woke up in the morning, I found that An An was gone, oh, An An is my chicken cub. I have raised it for three months. , suddenly disappeared, my brother said that it might escape from prison unwilling to be lonely, I will look for it."

Fu Yiheng: "..."

chicken?Wait, did they have chicken noodle soup last night?

Shouldn't...

A guilty conscience suddenly surged up, and Teacher Fu said vaguely, "Then you look slowly, if you can't find it, maybe your wings are stiff and flew away." .

"Wei Ran, the chicken last night wasn't a chicken, it seemed to be called An An..."

"Shh, what chicken? Where did the chicken come from? I obviously ordered noodles with sprouts in clear soup and little water."

Wei Ran was squatting in front of the stove adding firewood, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, raising his eyebrows at him in the slowly rising smoke, blinking his eyes twice in a rowdy manner.

"What kind of sprout noodles, it's obviously..."

"Who is it obviously?"

Looking at each other for three seconds, Fu Yiheng sneered and pointed at him from the air: "It's really bad, thanks to you for doing it."

"Chengyi. It's just in time, the water is ready."

Wei Ran stood up, took the cup on the window sill, took out the cigarette, tapped the rim of the cup twice, waited for the ash to fall into the cup, then re-sucked half of the cigarette, clapped his hands, and poured the cigarette into the corner. The buckled wooden barrel was moved over, the heavy solid wooden pot lid was lifted, and the boiling water in the pot was scooped into the barrel one by one.

Amidst the sound of rushing water, the white steam shot up into the sky like fire, and quickly diffused, and the whole room was steamed warmly, like a misty fairyland that is like spring all the year round.

The water vapor was too heavy, which lowered the eyelashes. Fu Yiheng squinted his eyes and focused his eyes, noticing Wei Ran's arms that were constantly flexing and extending.

Wei Ran is generally thin, not that kind of thin, but very thin. The wind, frost and suffering have shaved off all the soft and useless fat on his body, leaving only the indispensable bones and attached muscles.The bones are hard, and the muscles look delicate, but they are actually hard. This can be seen from their stretched state, with tight arcs and smooth lines.There are strong blue tendons on the surface of the muscles, like continuous mountains under the skin.These are all aesthetically pleasing and attractive, but they are not sexy. If you have to say it, it is like a human body sculpture with golden ratio in ancient Greece, which is a work of art.

And any thought that intends to get involved in art is a sin and cannot be forgiven.

Fu Yiheng turned his eyes away, he couldn't breathe well due to the steaming heat, and hid out.

The so-called "bathroom" is pitifully small, less than five square meters, and it is a shed built with wooden boards, which is a bit leaky.There is a simple water pipe inside, which can only release cold water, and the hot water has to be carried in a wooden barrel. As a result, the huge wooden barrel alone occupies half of the area.

"The conditions are too poor, I have wronged Mr. Fu." Wei Ran scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's ok."

Fu Yiheng expressed his understanding, he was born and raised in the city, it was quite new to experience this for the first time, and he got into it without a word of complaint.

After closing the door, fastening the buckle, and taking off all at once, he found that there were no hooks inside, and there was no place to put his clothes. After standing there for a while with his hands on his hands, he tried to gently buckle the wooden door.

Wei Ranshou hadn't left outside, so he responded, "What's the matter?"

"Where do you put your clothes?"

Two seconds later, Wei Ran also knocked on the door: "Open the door."

Fu Yiheng opened the door a crack.

Just as he was about to poke his head out, an arm stretched in.

"Just give it to me."

Fu Yiheng handed over the shirt and trousers one by one.

The other party withdrew his hand and confirmed, "It's gone?"

"Gone."

Teacher Fu clutched the underwear that had been taken off and listened attentively.

The man outside stood silently for a while, then walked away.

At the beginning of May, the weather has become obviously humid and hot in the past two days, and the naked body is exposed to the air, and it is only slightly cool after drying for a long time.After a simple wash, Fu Yiheng squeezed a ladle made from the flesh of the gourd, and poured warm water from head to toe for several rounds, until the warm water turned cold, his mind was completely cleared, and he stopped thinking about it.

He put his hands back his wet hair, took a clean towel, and just dried his body when the door was knocked.

Fu Yiheng opened the slit with the towel on his head, and that familiar arm stretched in again, with clothes hanging on his forearm.

Not the set that was handed out just now.

Wei Ran's voice came: "Just wear it. I will wash what you changed."

Fu Yiheng was silent, but he didn't mind, after all, Wei Ran also wore his clothes, coming and going, so it was evened out.

Just as he stretched out his hand to take the clothes, Wei Ran seemed to think of something temporarily, and spoke again.

"By the way. Don't you like the panties I bought for you?"

Which pot does not open which pot.

Fu Yiheng's hand stopped abruptly, the water dripping from the tip of his forehead snaked down and flowed into the gap between his lips, he pursed his lips, silently made a broken face, and made an excuse at random: "No, it's a little Slightly obsessed with cleanliness, the newly bought clothes have not been soaked in water, so I don't dare to wear them."

"That's it." The arm retracted again, and it didn't know what it was doing, and it quickly stretched in again.

This time, there was a shiny little black piece on the clean suit.

Triangular, low rise, plus tons of breathable mesh.

Boring to the extreme.

Teacher Fu's face blushed uncontrollably again, and his temples throbbed.

"I found it in my backpack. I washed your clothes just now and passed the water for you. I dried them with Wei Xi's hair dryer and dried them in the sun for a while." Wei Ran said this without any fluctuations in his tone, as if helping It is a matter of course for people to wash their underwear, and when they finished, they cheerfully emphasized, "Now you can wear them with confidence."

Fu Yiheng remained silent for a long while.

"What's the matter? You still have a slight obsession with cleanliness, and you want to continue wearing yesterday's dirty underwear?"

Fu Yiheng: "..."

Speaking hastily for this sake, the roads are blocked, and the stalemate is useless. Teacher Fu was forced to choose to endure the humiliation and take it over and wear it.

After trying it on, I found that the size of the damn underpants was just right, and I couldn't help but feel even more depressed in my doubts, so that when I came out of the wooden shed, I was shrouded in low air pressure and couldn't lift my head.

Wei Ran languidly, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his legs crossed, his shoulders leaning against the door, he put himself in a good posture and waited for the show.

As soon as the door opened, water vapor rushed out first, Wei Ran's eyes were three parts teasing and seven parts proud of the success of the trick, and swept from bottom to top, paused at the white ankle, and the meaning changed halfway through the walk , Waiting to meet Mr. Fu's eyes that he couldn't dodge, he was completely stunned.

Amazement flashed across the brown pupils, and the pupils slowly dilated, like a spring breeze blowing on the surface of a lake, creating circles of ripples.

After being amazed, his eyes became darker and darker.

It was just a suit of clothes from the closet.

White shorts and a light green lapel T-shirt are the ones that Wei Ran often wears in summer. They are loose and have no serious shape, and the fabric can only be described as cheap.But this set of clothes that are all too familiar to Fu Yiheng immediately changed its taste, the color was still the same color, but now it was refracted by the sun and reflected on the retina, but it looked so strange.

White is milky white, gentle and soft, with a hint of sweetness like white rabbit toffee.

Light green is reminiscent of summer mint, green bamboo by the spring, and green years.

His eyes repeatedly lingered on those straight and smooth calves, reddish cheeks, night-like eyes, and wet hair.If the theory of time travel really exists in the world, Wei Ran is sure that after ten years of time, at this moment, he caught a glimpse of Fu Yiheng in a trance.

Bright eyes and white teeth, Junxiu and straight, clean as zircon, clear as a brook wind.

"It's a pity." Wei Ran lost his mind and murmured, "I came too late, and I didn't catch up with you at that time."