Question Xiao feels that throughout the past and present, there are many such people who are YY's own crush, who drive to the edge of the universe every day, and who want to produce food every day.
But at a critical juncture, he becomes a cowardly little goldfish, and it is estimated that he is the only one who is in the sky, and even if there is, he is not cowardly.
And when did he say "I will follow you to exercise in spring"? ?
"You are lucky." Qi Xiao's face was flushed red, he resisted his desire, and almost kicked the person out with his hands and feet, "When did I say such a thing?"
As soon as he stepped out of the quilt, he was hugged again, and even the people brought the quilt together, and the kiss with the fiery breath also fell on the cheek.
"Before, when I was eating hot pot, it was in the supermarket." Xiao Yao said and kissed him.
That was years ago, when the two were not together, Xiao Yao caught a cold when they were having a hot pot appointment. Xiao Yao asked him if he wanted to run together, and he casually said, "Wait for the spring."
He himself forgot about this, but Xiaoyao remembered it all the time, and remembered the time, place, character and storyline clearly...
This scumbag...
Question Xiao was too embarrassed, and kicked wildly in his arms again.
"No, no..." Qiao Xiao hesitantly said, "Spring hasn't come yet, it's only the beginning of March..."
"Ah, little, the little swallow hasn't come back from the south, and hasn't built a nest under our roof..."
Also think of what to say.
"The vernal equinox, do you know that the vernal equinox is the time of spring, March 21st... Have you ever studied geography? 321123... Oh, don't bite me in the face"
Geographical knowledge that he hadn't used for several years was scraped out of his barren brain.
However, he shouted loudly, but his own reaction was completely exposed. He unconsciously responded to the kiss, and wanted to ask for more.
When the Qingming land in his head was about to fall completely, Qi Xiao suddenly woke up and pushed Xiao Yao away desperately, "No, no, there is still something to do in the morning! Tomorrow... Tomorrow is your mother and her... "
When I said the second half of the sentence, I almost cried, "No, I can't say anything!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that his own strength suddenly lightened, and then a low Chun voice, "Are you a little too excited?"
"Ah?" Qiao Xiao was stunned for a moment before returning to his senses, and then quickly lowered his head.
Xiaoyao looked at him innocently, and tilted his head in order to meet his gaze, "Nervous?"
In fact, Qi Xiao’s inner drama was about to end, and he was kicking for a long time. Xiao Yao just hugged him with the quilt and kissed him a few times. There was no next move, it was completely Qi Xiao himself. Thinking blindly.
"No, no..." Question Xiao looked away, "Go to sleep, go to sleep, it's alright..."
"Don't worry." Xiao Yao scratched his nose, "Although I like you very much, if you don't want to do this kind of thing, I won't do it." He patted his little head reassuringly.
Xiao Xiao has nothing to say, in fact, he is quite willing... But...
Who let him be a coward.
The night temperature in March is not too high, and the fragrance of flowers comes from the window, along with the cool wind.
The bed in Xiaoyao's bedroom was facing the window, and the night breeze made Ti Xiao's head awake a lot, but his face was still red, and he turned like a little goldfish, his face turned to one side.
"sleep!"
Xiao Yao smiled, stretched out his hand to help him tuck the quilt, and turned off the light, "Go to sleep, good night, I'll call you up tomorrow morning."
Deep in the darkness, Ti Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. However, as soon as he put down his defenses, the bed beside him sank, and he was forcibly turned over and pulled into his arms.
"Don't forget March 21." Xiao Yao whispered beside his ear, with a hint of joking in his tone.
Question Xiao: "..."
What broke the three-two-one, how to break up if you want to break up...
Until Qi Xiao fell asleep and had a dream, the dream was always one, two, three, three, two, one, two, three, two, one. It was like shouting slogans in military training and running.
The nightmare seemed to haunt him all the time, it was simply strange.
Here he has dreams that are the same as numbers, and over there Xiaoyao also has dreams, which are completely different from his.
A woman with a mole under the corner of her eye, with picturesque eyebrows, looks like she has walked out of ink and blue. She was holding a brush in her hand, patiently teaching Xiaoyao to write with a brush when she was a child.
"The writing speed here should be fast and not procrastinate." The voice was also very gentle.
"Is that so?" Xiaoyao hadn't grown up when he was a child, and his facial features and voice were still immature, "It seems that the writing is a bit bad..."
The mother and son stood at the table, each holding a brush in their hands, swiping and splashing ink. Xiaozhou, not far away, sat on the sofa and looked at his wife and children with a smile, his eyes were full of daze.
The three of them form a happy picture.
"Very good Xiaoyao." The woman reached out and pinched his face, "Mom is going out first, see you later in the evening."
"Don't let Dad take you there?"
"Xiaoyao is obedient, your father has something to do in a while, and mother is gone."
As soon as the picture turned, the spring rain fell from the sky, gradually wetting the road and the ground, as if the ink was smudged open, it was slowly stained with blood-like red.
The red and blue lights were handed over to the rainy night, and the human voice was overwhelmed by the siren. The rain blurred everything, the picture, the sound, and the woman's face, and the last "Xiao Yao."
In the dream, Xiao Yao was like a bystander, standing aside watching this scene, and suddenly woke up from the nightmare when the blood spread to his feet.
After gasping for a few breaths, Xiao Yao frowned and rubbed his slightly aching forehead.
There was a rustling sound from outside the window. It was rain hitting the leaves. After midnight, Xuancheng ushered in the first spring rain, and the smell of flowers was also diluted a lot.
Xiao Yao lightly walked out of bed and went to the living room, pouring himself a glass of water.
In the early years, he often dreamed of this scene, but he rarely dreamed of it again after he went abroad, especially in recent years.
"Is it because I met Xiaozhou today?" Xiao Yao took a sip of water and slowly walked to the water lily on the wall in the living room.
Water lilies bloom in summer nights, and occasionally fireflies fly by. The brushwork is delicate, just like the gentleness of the painter.
This is the last painting his mother completed before her death.
With a dim yellow light in the living room, Xiao Yao looked at the painting while drinking water, and was a little lost for a while, until he raised the water glass to his lips again, but he didn't drink any water, only to find that the glass was empty.
When the water glass was put down, it collided with the glass on the coffee table. Ti Xiao sneezed in the bedroom, and seemed to mutter "one, two, three" in his mouth.
The glass reflected warm yellow, Xiao Yao's eyes moved to the bedroom, and Wei Wei could clearly see Qi Xiao tossing on the bed.
Shasha's voice was as fine as knitting, and the corners of Xiaoyao's lips twitched involuntarily, feeling that a little time had passed.
Qiao Xiao was wandering in the dream of January, 2, 3, and was sleeping soundly. Xiao Yao pushed aside the bangs on his forehead and scrutinized it for a while. Then he pinched the soft face, helped him cover the quilt, and stuffed his arms and legs back into the quilt. .
Then he hugged his little tweezers, kissed him secretly, and went to sleep together.
When I woke up, the sky was not yet bright, the fish maw was just white in the east, the rain that had been falling overnight had stopped, and the smell of earth was still in the air.
It is very, very important that Xiao Xiao knows what to do and where to go this morning.
He patted his cheek and pulled himself up to sit on the co-pilot wrapped in a blanket.
Xiaoyao got up very early, holding two fresh red roses in his hands, which should be freshly cut flowers, and also with dew, the refreshing floral fragrance made Qi Xiao slightly awake.
"Why is it a rose?" Question Xiao wondered.
The bright red made him a little puzzled. Logically speaking, he should have bought plain-colored bouquets when sweeping the tomb, and the color should not be so bright. Most of the birds of paradise and calla lilies he quietly searched out last night were.
Why is Xiao Yao so confused? Should not be ah.
Question Xiao frowned, "Shouldn't you buy a lighter color?"
"This is her favorite." Xiaoyao said while reversing the car, "to see her, it's better to take what she likes."
Xiaozhou confessed to her that he would buy her favorite red roses when proposing, celebrating birthdays and anniversaries.
When we arrived at the cemetery, the sky was bright, and Ti Xiao and Xiao Yao had already woken up very early, but they were still not the first to arrive.
A large bouquet of roses has been placed in front of Xiaoyao's mother's tombstone, and the number of flowers is several times that of Xiaoyao's.
People have left, leaving behind a touch of floral fragrance and apology that cannot be captured.
Xiao Yao squatted down, moved the large bouquet of flowers to the side, placed the flowers he brought in the center, smiled slightly, and then raised his hand to gently touch the ravine engraved on the tablet.
This look is something that Ti Xiao has never seen before, and the deep distress jumped up to the corner of his eyes, and Ti Xiao quietly wiped it.
I don't know when it started to rain again, but fortunately, Qi Xiao brought an umbrella and put it up on Xiao Yao's head.
There were footsteps not far away. It was Sheng Xiao and Du Liyue, two old men in formal suits, each holding a rose, walking towards this side slowly.
"Xiao Yao, Xiao Xiao." Sheng Xiao nodded to the two juniors, and took his wife to slowly place the flowers in front of the tombstone.
The corners of the old lady's eyes were a little red, and after Qi Xiao wiped her face, she hurriedly handed over a tissue, "Grandma, take it."
"Oh, don't cry, don't cry, why are you like a child." Sheng Xiao took a tissue and wiped his wife's tears. Although he complained a little, his actions were extremely patient and gentle.
The pain point of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person may not be understood by others.
Gradually, Xiaoyao's friends also came, and Li Yi also got rid of his unruly clothes and stood with the twins of the Wen family.
The cold winter is shaken by the early spring, and the spring wind is chilly and shivering, and you can feel the spring when it blows.
In Xuancheng Cemetery, there are several people standing in front of a cemetery with excellent feng shui, holding a bunch of red roses in their hands. More or less, hot red is the only color.
It was quiet in the cemetery, except for the sound of rain, wind and breathing.