Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Song Ping'an disappeared for a day, and Xue Ming went out to look for it for a day.

Song's mother was also in a hurry at home all afternoon, thinking that he was Song Wenge who would not marry, her heart sank a little, and she even thought that if he really liked him, she really couldn't sell two yuan of land for some dowry money.

As the sun was setting, Xue Ming's heart was filled with anger. He would rather Song Ping'an get discouraged at him than disappear without saying a word.

Just as the two of them were anxiously preparing to find the village chief for help, Song Pingan returned home with a gray hare in his arms. He threw the injured hare on the steps without looking up.

The hare was frightened and kept thumping its injured paw, leaving a bloodstain on the ground.

The clenched fist hanging by his side was clenched even tighter. Xue Ming saw that figure completely disappearing from his eyes. For the first time, he felt powerless. He wanted to use everything to bind him by his side. The step by step, go fuck the trickle.

Should have fucked him, fuck!up!he!

The little warmth on his face dissipated, and the little smile on the corner of his mouth became dark.

Song's mother didn't notice his change, and went into the kitchen to find Song Ping'an.

Xue Ming stood in the yard for a while, and Song Ping threw the rabbit into it with a bucket of hot water.

Mother Song waved at him and said, "Xue Ming, come here, I have talked with Ping An."

Xue Ming nodded and went over to take the tongs from her hand, pressed the rabbit in and ironed it to wait for the hair to fall off.

The two stood very close, but there was no communication during the whole process, as if they were vomiting at each other.

When the rabbit was so hot that it could be picked up, Song Ping'an squatted on the ground and picked it up, but was caught by the wrist. He struggled a bit, and Xue Ming picked up the rabbit and threw it into another bucket of hot water .

"Let go!" Song Pingan patted the back of his hand with one free hand, but Xue Ming dragged him to the back room, no matter how he patted or pinched him, he refused to let go.

Song's mother chased after two steps, and thought that it would be easier for two young people to communicate together, so she shouted: "Ping An, don't worry about your subordinates, just talk about it if you have something to say."

After entering the house, Xue Ming kicked the door shut. Song Pingan suddenly felt something was wrong, and used his hands and feet to break free from his grip.

Usually, when playing with him, Xue Ming would let him go, never using too much force, for fear of hurting him, he would be really angry, and took him to the bed twice, pinching his chin and lifting him up. , forcing him to look at himself.

Song Ping'an bent his knees and pushed hard against his stomach. Seeing that his breath was not disturbed, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his fist landed heavily on his back.

"Are you scared now? Why did you go early? Huh?" Seeing the fear in those eyes, Xue Ming's rationality was completely exhausted. I can't go either.

"Let go of me!" Song Ping'an struggled non-stop, fear that he had never felt before struck his heart, and the person who was supporting him seemed to be poured with iron, and he couldn't defend himself no matter what.

The never-before-satisfied feeling overflowed his chest, the person he liked was right under him, and he couldn't go anywhere, but the alienation in his eyes made him irritable.Xue Ming covered his eyes with his hands behind his back, his tone softened: "Are you scared?"

Song Ping'an's eyes were red, his voice was low and hoarse, and he said "get lost" without confidence.

Xue Ming's hardened heart was disturbed by him again, "You..."

While he was slackening, Song Pingan lifted the shoulder he was grasping violently upwards, tapped his ankles on his legs and spun around, and he was sweating profusely to take the dominant position.

Xue Ming laughed speechlessly, watching Song Pingan sitting on his lap raised his arms and wiped the sweat from his forehead indiscriminately.

"Damn!" The clenched fist was sent out with a slap, and landed on his shoulder. Xue Ming's skinny body made his fingers numb.

"Does it hurt? I hurt too!" Xue Ming's silent eyes lit up with bits of light, and there was finally a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Feeling that there were more hands on his waist, Song Pingan squeezed his hands and raised his fist to threaten: "You motherfucker, be honest with me, or I will beat you to death!"

"You hit him, kill him!" Xue Ming put his arms around his waist, raised his upper body and put his chest against his fist, looking like he was going to die.

That unresistable force entangled him again, pinching his waist tightly, making Song Pingan, who had finally escaped, fearful, and pushed his clenched fist against his chest.

But Xue Ming just didn't move at all, and the old smirk returned to his face, but Song Pingan, who was about to go crazy, felt inexplicably at ease, and even thought uncontrollably.

The rogue is finally back!

He didn't realize how terrible his thoughts were at all, and his frowning brows eased a little, but they still frowned fiercely, wanting to kill Xue Ming.

Xue Ming also noticed the change in him, and took him into his arms.

As long as he tried hard, Song Ping'an's strength would be useless to him, and Xue Ming could subdue him to the point where he couldn't move in a few strokes.

After two more strokes, Xue Ming forcefully pushed him into his arms, and his body began to feel hot when he heard his heavy panting.

He can't live by committing crimes, he deeply understands this truth, but for him, this is another hard-won opportunity.

Song Ping'an's face was dark, like a rioting animal, his nose was full of his breath, the suffocation of drowning almost made him die suddenly, and the attachment he had never experienced in his heart made him more and more afraid.

If it weren't for seeing his flushed face, Xue Ming would have strangled him to the bone.

His arms loosened slightly, giving Song Pingan enough room to breathe.Hearing his panting, Xue Ming laughed loudly, rubbing his short, stiff hair uncontrollably.

Song Pingan bared his teeth and gasped for breath, and bit his chest so hard that he trembled, but Xue Ming sighed comfortably, and his chest was instantly hard as iron.

"Go away, let me go!"

"Don't let go!" Xue Ming pressed down his waist forcefully, took a deep breath, "You caused the trouble yourself!"

"Fuck!" Song Ping'an hit his back hard, his face was getting hotter and hotter, and Xue Ming could feel the warmth on it through a layer of cloth.

Xue Ming rubbed his chin against his hair, his voice was low and hoarse: "The more you move, the more uncomfortable I will be!"

"Get out!" Song Ping'an was really annoyed now, there was something underneath that seemed to be about to break into the door, if he moved a little, Xue Ming would forcefully press him down.

Xue Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, put his arms around him and pressed it against his body, sighing deeply: "Why can't you help me once?"

"roll roll roll!"

He was cursing, but the movements of his hands slowed down, and his body became calm for a while, and when he softened a little, Song Ping'an threw his fist up with great strength, just fulfilling his dream of a pair of black eyes.

Xue Ming fell in the middle of the big bed, rubbed his eyes with a smile, and looked up at Song Ping'an at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He staggered in fright, but fortunately there was a table next to him to support him, otherwise he would really have to fall.

Seeing him running away, Xue Ming couldn't bear it anymore. He propped himself up against the wall and barely extinguished the fire with his supernatural power.

It was already dark when he left the house, he followed the scent to the kitchen, and saw Song Pingan frying the rabbit meat in the pot.

Song's mother stuffed a handful of firewood into the stove, looked up and saw his two black eyes, looked at Song Ping'an, and asked, "Ping'an, did you hit Xue Ming's eyes?"

What she answered was, Song Pingan put a spoonful of oil into the pan, and there were only leftovers in the pan.

"You are so heavy handed, what if you get hit badly? See for yourself what it looks like?" Mother Song put down the tongs in her hand, picked up the oil lamp that Xue Ming bought earlier, and carefully checked his eyes.

As soon as her finger was pressed up, Xue Ming hissed very cooperatively. Mother Song trembled in fright, her eyes were filled with worry, and she asked softly, "Does it hurt? I'll go give it to Uncle Banxian." Get some medicine."

Xue Ming shook his head: "It's okay, I'm used to it, just get some sleep and you'll be fine."

Song Pingan, whose back was turned to him, trembled and almost threw the spatula out. He was sure no one would find out before he regained his composure, but something was always wrong in his heart, and he poked loudly with the spatula.

Xue Ming took Song's mother to sit in the stove and stuffed matches in it, "Auntie, you go and sit in the room, I'll just come here, as I have something to talk to Ping An."

Song's mother looked at him worriedly, and shouted at her son who was cooking, "Ping An, if you still dare to do something, I will not spare you!"

In the smoke, Song Ping'an bit his lips forbearance, and his hands became stronger.Xue Ming kindly reminded: "The pot is about to burst."

"I want you to care!" As if waiting for his words for a long time, Song Pingan yelled out at the top of his voice as soon as he heard his voice. After venting, he felt that he was inexplicable, and immersed himself in turning the rabbit meat in the frying pan.

There are few seasonings in ancient times, and he can make a mouth-watering fragrance, which is already very admirable.Xue Ming thought about getting him something to replace the chili, maybe it was just because people dare not eat it.

Song Pingan boiled the last dish in water, put the lid on the pot and stood in front of the stove.

Xue Ming just quietly lit the fire, not mentioning what happened just now.

Until the eyes of the two of them occasionally exchanged while eating, or when the chopsticks touched each other when the two were picking up food, Xue Ming would follow his will and withdraw his eyes and chopsticks.

This made Song Ping'an feel uncomfortable again, and quietly stretched his legs forward, ready for him to rub against him.

But Xue Ming suddenly became serious, like an upright gentleman, eating his rabbit meat in a leisurely manner, and sometimes praised him like Song's mother.

After a meal, Song Ping'an had no taste in his mouth at all, cleaned up the bowl and washed it, thinking that it would be revealed when he went to sleep.

But he was disappointed again, Xue Ming offered to sleep in the yard overnight.

Song Ping'an snorted twice and said, "Where are you going to sleep? It's none of my business!"