Chu Chuan's brush calligraphy was practiced by his grandfather since he was a child. Grandpa Chu has been a teacher for many years. After retiring, he moved back to the countryside with Grandma Chu.
Every year when Chu Chuan goes back during winter and summer vacations, he has to hand in his homework to his grandfather. This habit has been maintained until the last summer vacation before university.
So much so that after Jiang Yiyou and Chu Chuan were together in his previous life, his handwriting was always disliked by his boyfriend. In the words of his boyfriend, "Writing is like a dog crawling, or a dog doing Tai Chi after being drunk".
Jiang Yiyou was confused for a second, "... how does a dog do Tai Chi?"
Chu Chuan glanced at him with interest, "For details, refer to your usual drunk appearance."
Jiang Yiyou: "..."
Damn, what should I do if my boyfriend's mouth is so poisonous that he seems to be beaten to death? Waiting online, urgent.
Jiang Yiyou: "Then why are you still sleeping with the dog? I see you are having a good time fucking on the bed? The bed is about to be shaken apart by you."
Chu Chuan: "..."
Although it was rare to get back a round of lip service, Jiang Yiyou was not happy. The allusion of injuring the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred was learned and used very vividly by him.
All in all, the above are prefaces.
Later, he was talked about many times, and Jiang Yi felt embarrassed himself, clamoring to buy copybooks to practice calligraphy.
Chu Chuan took the time to glance at the Dangdang website he had opened, and smiled, but he searched for running script copybooks.
Jiang Yi turned from embarrassment to anger, "Why are you laughing!"
"You can't even write neat regular script well, and you still want to practice running script?" Chu Chuan asked him back.
Jiang Yiyou: "Then have you never eaten pork and seen pigs running? What's the matter? Do you have an opinion?"
"No problem." Chu Chuan shook his head, bent down, took out a copy of calligraphy from his drawer, and threw it in front of him, leaning back lazily on the chair, "I don't want to find your man if I want to practice calligraphy." Friends want copybooks, what are you looking for on the Internet?"
Jiang Yiyou was stunned for a second, and while smiling secretly, he elbowed the other party, prolonging his tone on purpose, "Brother Chuan—you even want to drink the vinegar of a calligrapher who has been dead for hundreds of years?"
While holding down his demonic elbow, Chu Chuan calmly turned his face away and ignored him no more.
Why would Jiang Yi let go of this rare opportunity to tease Chu Chuan? Reluctantly leaning in front of the other person, he repeated the same monosyllabic modal particle with an emphasis: "Ah?! Ah?!"
Chu Chuan stretched out two fingers impatiently, and pinched his nose heavily. Jiang Yiyou immediately calmed down honestly, looking at Chu Chuan with wet eyes, and there was a bright taste of coquettishness in his eyes.
Chu Chuan clicked his tongue and let go of his hands, saying, "I have so much time to be cute, so hurry up and practice calligraphy. Don't crawl on my bed and squeeze me in the middle of the night until I finish writing the words."
Jiang Yiyou: "..."
Jiang Yiyou: "Brother Chuan, why are you so cruel?"
Chu Chuan sneered, "Brother Chuan in the society, you have a lot of ruthless routines."
Jiang Yiyou: "..."
Two days after the copybook was ready, it was thrown aside by Jiang Yiyou. For the next two consecutive nights, he tried to sneak onto Chu Chuan's bed to squeeze in the quilt after the lights were turned off in the dormitory, but the latter ruthlessly drove him down.
On the third night, Jiang Yiyou learned to be smart. First, Lin Yue and Zhong Yu made a good confession, so that the two of them kept saying that Jiang Yiyou hadn't come back yet, and when Chu Chuan didn't come back, they sneaked into Chu Chuan's bed and hid.
In the end, Chu Chuan took him out of the bed and kicked him out of bed.
Jiang Yiyou stepped on the dark bedroom floor with bare feet in pajamas, and shouted angrily: "... Damn I want to break up with you! Break up!"
Chu Chuan: "Don't even think about sleeping with me, let alone breaking up."
Jiang Yiyou: "..."
"Is there a boyfriend like this?! This kind of boyfriend is not divided, save it for the New Year?!" Jiang Yiyou complained, and turned to look at the two beds behind him, "You two are helping me judge."
The two beds that were still glowing with the light of the mobile phone screen in the bed curtain a second ago, immediately darkened silently. Immediately afterwards, one after another grunts rang in my ears.
Jiang Yiyou: "..."
Even so, it is not impossible for Jiang Yiyou to rule Chu Chuan. He began to intensify his efforts to buy small cakes to eat.
Chu Chuan doesn't like sweets, and Jiang Yi knew it very early on. Every time he eats small desserts, he digs out the first bite for himself to taste, and the second bite will definitely be delivered to Chu Chuan's mouth for the other party to eat.
Chu Chuan really couldn't resist him, so he would deliberately raise his eyebrows and lower his face to find an excuse: "Don't think I didn't see you licking the spoon, are you going to give me your saliva?"
Jiang Yiyou persuaded with a smile: "Brother Chuan is delicious, why don't you have a bite."
Chu Chuan helplessly sipped on the spoon, "It's unpalatable, I'm so tired. Don't give me your saliva next time."
Jiang Yiyou was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had kissed the other party so many times, and he really couldn't tell that Chu Chuan didn't like his saliva. He stuffed a big mouthful of tiramisu into his mouth speechlessly.
As if seeing what he was thinking, Chu Chuan held down the back of his head and kissed him, and nimbly pried Jiang Yiyou's teeth away with the tip of his tongue and drilled into his mouth, taking away all the tiramisu that he hadn't had time to swallow.
After the kiss was over, Chu Chuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't feed me what's in the spoon in the future, I'll only eat what's in your mouth."
Jiang Yiyou blinked and laughed, "How boring is it to just give you something to eat? I want to eat too."
As he spoke, he scraped off a thick layer of cream with a spoon and applied it to Chu Chuan's lips. He tilted his head and stuck out the tip of his tongue, licking Chu Chuan's lips carefully bit by bit.
As well-behaved as the poodle that their family has raised for many years.
Chu Chuan's eyes darkened, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little imperceptibly low and hoarse: "Aren't Lin Yue and Zhong Yu coming back tonight?"
Jiang Yi left the chair and sat on Chu Chuan's lap, slightly raised his crotch to push against the other's abdominal muscles, and whispered softly: "Come and fuck me, Brother Chuan."
Chu Chuan bit his lips abruptly, and his warm breath leaked out from between his lips and teeth when he spoke, "Don't cry and call Dad later. But—"
"It's useless to cry."
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