Misty clouds and mist shrouded the mountains and the dark-colored small building wet by the mist. The handsome and gentle boy in light blue was holding a volume of books and looked at the group of small radishes under the seats who were endorsing their books and shaking their heads.
When his eyes swept over one of them, he saw the bruising and evasive eyes on the little child's face, his eyes paused, and then he showed helplessness and amusing.
"Let's be here today." He put down the book, lowered a group of little radishes, and immediately cheered unruly.
After finally coaxing these naughty children away, the light blue wide sleeves and the gauze cover with the scent of pine wood drifted to the last little boy who was a little older than all the children.
The little boy who was cleaning up the books was expressionless. At a young age, because of his feminine facial features and special pupils, he looked particularly gloomy and difficult to get along. Also because of his identity, this young child was indifferent in this secluded academy in the mountains.
But the senior brother who was about to enter the youth was not afraid. He looked down at the tall man who hadn't come yet. The thin and gloomy child couldn't hold back his laughter.
The little boy who was still pretending to be expressionless suddenly blushed, his eyes blinked, and he murmured.
"I won the fight..."
"Yes, yes, but you didn't take advantage of it."
"Senior Brother Sleeping Lamp!"
The child who finally raised his head shouted angrily, and then revealed a black eye circle like a panda.
"… "
"… "
"Pfft hahaha!"
"Brother!"
The angry little boy clenched his fists and threw himself into the arms of the gentle smiling man, hugging the slender waist fiercely. in arms.
"I hate senior brother the most!"
The boy buried in the sleeping lamp's chest said so, but the action of rubbing against his chest and the tips of his red ears didn't say so.
"It's almost your eleventh birthday, what do you want? Huh?"
The sleeping lamp lowered his eyes, his pale jade-like face was full of indulgent feelings, his fingers penetrated the hair of the back of the boy's head in his arms, and he combed the broken leaves on it little by little.
Don't ask, this must have been rolled on the ground during a fight...
"Can I want anything?" The young boy in his arms raised his head, those eyes that were narrower and longer than ordinary people, with pupils almost taking up all the whites of his eyes, with bright hope, "Is it really possible to do anything?!"
"Of course," he said.
The little boy was so happy that he got the whole world in an instant. He said, "Then I want my senior brother to be my wife in the future! When I grow up, I must marry a senior brother, senior brother Mian Deng, okay!?"
The stunned senior brother laughed again.
"Yin and Yang are in harmony in the sky, little idiot, a man and a man cannot form a husband and wife. In the future, you can't say things that go against the rules of ethics, you know, be careful that Master will get angry and punish you again."
The annoyed young man said loudly, "Senior brother lied, you can do whatever you want. Since the world doesn't allow it, then I will let all the rules be changed by me in the future!"
The senior brother who was still smiling changed his expression, "Shut up! Anyone can say such things in private, but you are not allowed, do you hear? You are absolutely not allowed to say such things!"
Tears filled the eyes of the young boy who was reprimanded, and the evil eyes in Mian Deng's eyes were like the eyes of a deer, which made him unable to help but love him.
"Senior brother lied..." The little boy didn't cry when he was bullied because of his feminine appearance and background, and he didn't cry when he was pressed to the ground and splattered with blood.
Every time he was humiliated and punished, he would stare stubbornly.
At this time, he dropped the golden beans silently.
Mian Deng's heart instantly turned into a puddle of water, he hugged him gently, and said helplessly: "Okay, I agree." Anyway, I can laugh at you about this when you grow up.
The little boy became happy again, wiped away tears with his sleeves, and suddenly tightened his face and said solemnly, "You have to wait for my sleeping lamp, and I will definitely marry you in the future!"
Senior brother knocked on his head: "Little bastard, I want to call him senior!"
"I don't care, please promise me the sleeping lamp!"
"Okay, I promise you..."
"I'll wait for you, the wind blows..."
I will always wait for you, when you grow up, when you have the strength to protect yourself and those who matter to you...
Until then, I will stretch my arms for you.
To live and grow up...
The wind is gone.
In the coffin, Wang Xiaobaa's red and black wedding dress was loosely scattered to the little elbow, and the red hickey extended from behind the ear to the chin to the weak chest, and deeper...
The thin shoulders were gently touched by the beautiful lips with full and curved lips, and the scattered black hair was intertwined with each other...
The pain of being bitten made him wake up ignorantly, and he didn't know where he was for a while.
"The wind is gone... I seem to have had a dream."
The person on the body paused, and the ear of the person scratched by the hoarse voice tickled.
"I also had a dream, and it was a good dream..."
The man who was too unbearable laughed, causing Wang Xiaobaa to shrug his shoulders and push him gently.
"Don't continue..."
Wen Fengjin hummed noncommittally. Every time his flat belly was gently touched, the person would tremble a little, making Wen Fengjin test it again and again with interest.
Below the loose neckline is a better view, but Wen Feng did not continue, and today has reached the limit that Wang Xiaobaa can accept him.
The loose neckline was closed by him.
"This is the last..."
Shasha's laughter and whimper were swallowed, and when Wen Fengjin raised his head, he gently pressed Wang Xiaomei's lower lip with his lips, full of reluctance and unfinished feeling.
The sound of the fabric rubbing faded away, the person on the body pressed against the mechanism on the inner wall of the coffin, the huge coffin lid slid open, and peach blossoms like a burning tree rushed in with a charming fragrance.
Wang Xiaoba raised his arms to cover his mouth. He was more like a living person when he was close to the tree. His face was slightly red and his eyes were bright, with a flushing flush just after being intimate.
The feminine and handsome man who directly opened his robe to reveal his chest was more unruly. After stepping out of the coffin, he stretched out his hand to him inside, his full lips elongated and raised.
"Come on, Sleeping Lamp, I'll tie your hair."