Neither of them had enough to eat there, so they came back to cook some noodles.
"I'm actually a little angry." Mingxi stirred the noodles in the pot with long chopsticks, his voice still choked up.
She didn't look at Fu Yangxi, she lowered her eyes and stared at the boiling water and tumbling noodles in the pot, her eyes were red: "Before, hiccup, I asked what happened to the wound on your neck, hiccup, you actually told me to soak The glass bowl of noodles exploded! Are you heartless?"
Mingxi couldn't help but put down his chopsticks.
She should have found out long ago that she had lived in for so long, and she had never seen Fu Yangxi eat instant noodles—his refrigerator was completely empty, with no instant noodles or glass bowls, what kind of noodles did he make? !
Fu Yangxi always lied to her!
Fu Yangxi was very distressed when she saw Mingxi crying all the way back in the cold wind, her eyes swollen to the size of walnuts.
He patted Mingxi's back, trying to relieve her hiccups, looked down at her, and apologized angrily: "It's my fault."
Mingxi raised her red and swollen eyes to look at him: "It's just that you're not good—"
"Yes, yes, I was wrong." Fu Yangxi was no longer stubborn at this time, his usual arrogant short hair like a hedgehog looked gentle.
He circled around Zhao Mingxi, put his hand on the back of Mingxi's neck, squeezed it lightly, and comforted him: "Little crying bag, don't cry, okay?"
"You still call me Xiaokubao?!" Mingxi said, "I'm except, hiccup, which time did you cry this time?!"
Fu Yangxi: "The time I was drunk."
Mingxi's red eyes stared at him.
Fu Yangxi was very eager to survive, and immediately changed her words: "No, I remembered it wrongly. I didn't cry when I was drunk, but I cried, okay?"
Mingxi is still uncomfortable. This kind of discomfort is a kind of sadness that has no way to solve it, because she can't travel back in time and bring out the former Fu Yangxi.
She sobbed as she pulled tomatoes from the refrigerator.
"I'll cut it." Fu Yangxi hurriedly took the tomatoes and the knife from her hands. After taking them, he glanced at Mingxi.
Because he didn't know how to coax people, his eyes looked helpless and pitiful.
He paused and said again: "I'm sorry, I won't hide anything from you in the future."
Mingxi felt distressed again, why did she ask Fu Yangxi to apologize to her
"I, hiccup, I'm not angry anymore. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." Mingxi said quickly.
Fu Yangxi smiled and scratched the tip of her nose with her fingers: "I know."
The little mask is distressing him.
Fu Yangxi was too happy to be happy.
Mingxi took a step forward, hugged Fu Yangxi from behind, wrapped his hands around his waist, and pressed his cheeks to his back.
Fu Yangxi was very tall, and Mingxi's cheeks just pressed against his back, and he could feel the bones of the boy under the clothes. Like pines and bamboos in the scorching sun, they grow by jointing.
"Fu Yangxi."
"Ok?"
"I just have an idea now, I want you to become smaller." Mingxi said suddenly.
Mingxi's words were endless. Fu Yangxi clumsily cut the tomato, turned her head slightly, and asked inexplicably, "It gets smaller? Then, what are you going to do?"
"Then I'll get you a soft nest and let you live in. I'll put you together with the nest, put it on a plate, and rub it into my arms."
Mingxi suddenly said such words, and Fu Yangxi was shy.
Kneaded hard into his arms.
What kind of wolf word is this-? !
He looked back at Mingxi with a look on his face, "What the hell, how can I tolerate such an insult as a school tyrant who is 1.881 meters tall? ! My little mask is so arrogant! ', but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise wildly: "Listening to your description, you are trying to take care of me."
"Can you?" Mingxi asked.
Fu Yangxi suddenly became serious, took out a tissue and wiped her hands, then turned around.
Mingxi had no choice but to let go of the hands that were wrapping around his waist.
Fu Yangxi leaned over slightly and held her shoulders.
Under the kitchen light, Fu Yangxi's dark eyes stared at her seriously.
Mingxi saw his own shadow reflected in his eyes.
Mingxi: "What's wrong?"
Fu Yangxi said to her, "I'm really fine, little mask, don't think about it anymore, it's all over."
Mingxi still looked at him sadly.
Fu Yangxi said mildly and authentically: "Actually, you heard Fu Zhiyi say it scary, but it's really not a big deal. There are hard-to-read scriptures in every family. Jiang Xiuqiu, you probably don't get along very much. He looks like a proud son, but his parents have long since divorced, and their scandals are all over the sky, and each other has more than ten appointments. He is still in lawsuits, and he has a lot of illegitimate children. Nine out of ten want to fight for family property, and his head is big. But it's not like there's no one else all day long? Look at your house again, I also had a heart attack that night at the police station. I almost beat up your second brother, and it's really cheap that he didn't take off his arm and leg. But you're good to go. When I came out, I flew forward like a little butterfly, and they were out of reach when they flew. So what can I do? I have money, looks, and a beautiful little mask. I am a winner in life, okay? Change someone else Everyone else has to be envious, but you still feel sorry for me, do you think you are stupid? You can beat two people with one person, so don’t treat your partner as a sweet flower, okay?”
Mingxi wanted to cry and laugh when Fu Yangxi said it.
"What Puchi Puchi, have you passed the Chinese?"
Fu Yangxi also raised her eyebrows and smiled: "So we live a good life, move on, eat, drink, fall in love, kiss when it's time to kiss—"
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, held Mingxi's face, and "tweeted" abruptly on Mingxi's cheek.
Mingxi: "...What kind of sudden poetry recitation is this?"
Fu Yangxi was triumphant and looked like a stinky boy: "Creator, Fu Yangxi."
Mingxi was so angry that he laughed, and the hiccups finally healed.
"Hey, hey, the noodles are about to come out." Mingxi exclaimed, quickly pushed Fu Yangxi away, and turned off the fire.
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Mingxi finally stopped crying, and Fu Yangxi breathed a sigh of relief.
The TV was on, and the two of them sat on the bar stool and began to eat noodles.
The steam was hot, warming the faces of the two of them.
After eating, Fu Yangxi said solemnly, "I'll wash the dishes."
What he calls dishwashing is putting dishes and chopsticks in the dishwasher.
Mingxi rolled his eyes at him, took an orange from the refrigerator and started peeling it. After peeling, he threw the peel into the trash can, divided the orange into two, walked to Fu Yangxi and called him.
Fu Yangxi turned her head.
Mingxi raised his hand and gently inserted an orange petal between his lips and teeth.
"Sweet?" Mingxi asked.
Fu Yangxi was caught off guard, her lips became cold, and at the same time she touched the orange petal, she also touched Zhao Mingxi's fingertips.
The girl's fingers were slender and soft - but the small mask didn't notice anything. After feeding him, she lowered her head ignorantly and stuffed an orange petal into her mouth.
She opened her lips slightly, and her fingertips touched her lips.
When touched, her lips sank slightly and returned plump and moist.
Fu Yangxi looked at her fingers and then at her lips, and her blood sugar soared in an instant.
"...Sweet." He finally swallowed the orange petals, his heart pounding.
Mingxi didn't know that he had touched Fu Yangxi unconsciously. She put the remaining oranges into Fu Yangxi's mouth one by one.
Before the last petal was fed, Fu Yangxi couldn't help pinching her waist, pressing her in front of the refrigerator, and giving her a deep French kiss as seen on TV.
"Well-"
The specific feeling that Mingxi feels is completely indescribable, in short, it is very wild.
The blood in the whole body rushed to the top of the head, and the soul seemed to be kissed out.
Fu Yangxi's ears turned red while kissing her. His arm rested on the refrigerator, letting Mingxi's head sink into his arms, and the other hand lightly pinched Mingxi's waist, kissing him earnestly and innocently.
It was obviously the position where he pressed Mingxi against the refrigerator, but his shyness was like Mingxi was pressing his kiss, he was the one who was sullied.
Soft lips are connected, full of sweet and sour oranges.
The surrounding air gradually warms up.
Mingxi was a little breathless, her legs started to soften, she couldn't help grabbing Fu Yangxi's collar and pulling him towards her.
Fu Yangxi didn't press him, she thought he was too far away.
But once his body was pressed down and wrapped in the familiar youthful rosin, Mingxi felt that his whole body started to heat up, like shrimps about to be cooked.
"I, I can't do it anymore." Halfway through the kiss, Mingxi slid down softly, dizzy and authentic.
Her mind is empty.
She felt like she was a soft little trash now.
Fu Yangxi picked her up and kissed her for a while before letting her go.
When the lips were divided, Fu Yangxi was a little reluctant to part, and kissed her lips again and again like a chicken with red ears pecking at rice.
Mingxi leaned his back on the refrigerator and smiled at him: "Your ears are so red."
Fu Yangxi was beaten to death and refused to admit it, so she resisted blushing: "It's too hot, okay? Small mask, you must have turned on the heating too high."
Mingxi was angry: "What the hell? You blame me for being shy?"
Fu Yangxi seemed to have heard a joke from the Arabian Nights: "Shy? My lord doesn't have this word in my dictionary!"
Mingxi: "…"
What should I do if my boyfriend is too arrogant
"Ah, it's so annoying, let's break up, let's break up."
Mingxi smiled and scolded, wanting to run.
Fu Yangxi took her back again.
No, it doesn't matter if you die.
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Mingxi took a bath first. After Fu Yangxi entered the bathroom, Mingxi walked around the apartment boredly in furry pajamas.
Falling in love is really a magical thing. In the past, apart from studying, I thought TV series were good, games were fun, and they were beautiful. But after falling in love, even if he wasn't by her side for a while, she would find it boring to do anything.
Nothing is as fun as Fu Yangxi.
I want to do everything with him, whether it's watching dramas or eating.
Looking at his eyes, you can experience the magnificent waves, the deep sea drowning, the middle of the summer watermelon, and the greenest part of the orange at any time.
The huge apartment has gradually changed since Mingxi moved in.
Mingxi is like an intruder, turning the deserted and silent apartment into colorful everywhere.
She was afraid of the cold, so Fu Yangxi kept turning on the heater, so the bone-chilling feeling she had before disappeared.
She was afraid of the dark, so Fu Yangxi installed a few more floor lamps, and the darkness disappeared.
The last time Mingxi explored Fu Yangxi's room, the audio-visual room and workshop on the second floor. This time, however, it was a completely different experience.
Fu Yangxi has a lot of books scattered on the carpet in one room - all kinds. "Motorcycle Repair", "Top of the Himalayas", and "A Brief History of Time" include almost all the books that can be imagined. Vinyl and movies, they were all unpacked, and they all seem to have seen them. In another room, there were robot parts, basketballs, basketball clothes, dismantled lamps, and dark green rusted screws.
Mingxi seemed to be standing in the corridor of time. In the light and shadow, he saw a lonely child. He didn't go back because he was hated. I have lived here by myself for the past few years, doing everything I can.
He watched countless movies and books, listened to songs, and dismantled countless Gundams and furniture. He was alone shooting basketballs in the nearby open space, and the basketball smashed on the rainy ground, making a lonely echo.
Fu Yangxi had read so many books.
His grades can't be bad.
At this time, the doubts in Mingxi's heart were finally solved. Why did he solve the problems so neatly, but every time he took the test, he was a ghost.
He may not have known that he was also a victim in that incident, but he was still blaming himself. Because of this, he didn't know where to go, and he tossed and turned alone in the middle of the night, hesitating.
He may not be unaware of those repressed on him, he could have chosen not to bear it.
It's just that he chose to face it.
He will never go bad, be torn apart by the fangs of life, or be dragged down by the things of the quagmire.
When Mingxi saw him, he was already shining brightly.
Mingxi suddenly understood why he was attracted to him step by step.
She was attracted by Shen Liyao because Shen Liyao had excellent grades and stood out from the crowd.
And she fell for Fu Yangxi in the end, because Fu Yangxi was the scorching sun that she saw when she looked up.
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At night, Mingxi was lying on the bed with her eyes open. She was actually worried about whether Fu Yangxi could fall asleep in another room.
She even wanted to sleep with Fu Yangxi—
But they're just adults now, wouldn't it be too early to sleep in the same bed? And what would happen in a bed? After all, Fang Gang was young and vigorous, and Chenbo was more turbulent than others... Wait, what was she thinking
… the progress seems to be a little too fast and unabashed.
The itchy feeling in Mingxi's heart was unbearable, but he didn't want to show that he was so anxious.
She covered her head with a pillow and tossed to and fro on the bed.
Three minutes later, Mingxi began to search: "Would it be bad for newly grown lovers to sleep together?"
The answers at the bottom made Mingxi's face turn red, and most of them persuaded 'no', saying that the vast majority of boys would definitely eat and wipe the girls.
Eat, dry, wipe, clean.
Just seeing these four words made Mingxi's face hot.
She tossed and turned in bed for a while.
Finally got up, hugged the pillow, and got out of bed tremblingly.
Fu Yangxi didn't sleep either. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, hesitating whether to send a message to Mingxi. Therefore, as soon as the door on Mingxi's side opened, Fu Yangxi heard a sound.
He didn't want Xiao Mask to see that he couldn't sleep, so he quickly turned off the bedside lamp with a snap, and lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.
Mingxi pushed open his door and stuck his head in.
"Brother Xi, are you asleep?" Mingxi asked.
Fu Yangxi pretended to be sound asleep, motionless.
"No, you're already asleep?" Mingxi couldn't believe it - what about insomnia? ! Is it because of taking medicine, the effect of the medicine came up
Since he fell asleep, Mingxi didn't wake him up. Of course Mingxi wanted him to get a good night's sleep.
So Mingxi planned to quietly close the door.
Fu Yangxi didn't want her to feel that she was often insomnia, and she didn't want to see her turn around and walk away.
In his heart, heaven and man were fighting for a while, and he suddenly turned over, pretending to be awake with superb (and not) acting skills, and startled by his superb (not) acting skills as soon as he opened his eyes.
He sat up and rubbed his forehead: "Scared me to death, you woke me up just after falling asleep, little mask, what are you doing sneaking around in my room?"
"… "
Mingxi could tell at a glance that he was just pretending to be asleep.
Heartbroken.
How is this man like this.
If she can't sleep, she can't sleep. In order to reassure her, she pretends to sleep.
"I just came to see if you fell asleep. I plan to sleep with you if you can't."
sleep together? ?
Can there be such a good thing? ?
Fu Yangxi's heart beat faster, with messy black hair, she stared at Zhao Mingxi blankly.
Mingxi glanced at him and said deliberately, "Since you can fall asleep without insomnia, then I'll leave."
Mingxi hugged the pillow and said, then turned around and planned to go back to the room.
Before taking two steps, Fu Yangxi jumped off the bed behind him. Fu Yangxi took her into his arms from behind, wrapped his arms around her, put his head on her shoulders, buried her in the crevice of her neck, and said aggrievedly, "Well, actually, I can't sleep."
"Can you-"
Fu Yangxi's ears turned red with embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Don't go."
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After a while, the two were lying on the bed, both flat.
The air was dead and stiff, and only the heartbeat of the two people could be heard.
Mingxi had never slept in the same bed with anyone before, and of course Fu Yangxi was no exception.
The two who were used to sleeping alone found that once they were on the same bed, they didn't know how to lie down, where to put their hands, and what posture to put their legs in. They just felt like two little zombies, their whole bodies stiffened. Yes, only the blood flowed uncontrollably.
Moonlight filtered in through the gap in the window.
After a few minutes, Fu Yangxi carefully turned over.
Mingxi's toes were tense.
Mingxi continued to lie down, and Fu Yangxi lay on her side facing her.
The two were close together.
Fu Yangxi turned over by herself, but she seemed to be cornered, forced, and defiled.
In the dark he looked at Mingxi: "I, can I hug you?"
Mingxi's heartbeat was abnormal, his mind was completely empty, and the scent of pine on Fu Yangxi's body filled his nostrils. There was a mess in her head, thinking about what kind of men's perfume he was using, or it was the smell of luck, what if she wanted a deep French kiss later, did she brush her teeth at night, it seems like she did, Ok? What did he just say...
Mingxi made a confused "um".
Fu Yangxi tried to calm herself down a bit, and after a while, she reached out and took Zhao Mingxi into her arms. Mingxi also turned sideways, and the distance between the two was very close for a while.
It wasn't that it wasn't this close before - but it was standing on the ground.
And now, they were in the same bed, in the same blanket, the skin outside the pajamas was touching, dry and warm. Filled with the fluffy flavor of winter.
As they got closer, nose-to-nose tip-to-nose, breathing intertwined, and heart touching.
Fu Yangxi hugged Mingxi tightly.
His mind is empty, this is his favorite girl, lying in his arms.
Fu Yangxi seemed to be holding something fragile and precious, and kissed Mingxi's mouth repeatedly.
suddenly-
Fu Yangxi let go of Mingxi and moved to the side of the bed.
When Mingxi realized something, his cheeks suddenly became hot, and he pulled the quilt over his head.
Fu Yangxi was ashamed and angry, and said, "I'm sorry."
He reacted.
"Why do you react so easily." Mingxi's face was too hot, he covered his face with a quilt, and was still teasing him: "Are you a little pervert?"
"I don't!" Fu Yangxi said angrily, "I'm just for you. Which boy wouldn't feel like holding his favorite girl, and I'm not a monk."
Mingxi lifted the quilt a bit, revealing two eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked at him: "How about doing something you love—"
Mingxi felt that she was very receptive, and she also recognized the person in front of her.
She felt that nothing was impossible.
"No." Fu Yangxi categorically refused: "You are just an adult, and you need to be harmonious. We will talk about it when you are twenty."
Never expected that Fu Yangxi's concentration would be so strong.
Mingxi lay back blankly: "I think you are a monk."
"It's okay to kiss." Fu Yangxi said shyly.
He leaned over and kissed Mingxi's earlobe carefully.
"No kiss, I'm sleepy." Mingxi pushed his head away.
What's the use of kissing me gently! The limbs can't stand up.
Mingxi still felt unconvinced after thinking about it, turned his head to look at Fu Yangxi: "Fu, am I not attractive to you at all?"
Fu Yangxi took her into his arms and said earnestly: "It's not like this, this step has a different meaning, small mask, you mean a lot to me. I cherish you more than anyone else, any possibility that may hurt you, I will I don't want to do it."
"I don't want to spend only one winter with you. I want to keep walking with you. When the day comes with gray hair, I don't want you to recall it. I feel that the first day has no sense of ceremony."
"I want you to be happy, smooth, fulfilled, more fulfilled than anyone else. I have no regrets. When I come to you with the ring in my hand, if you say you are ready, I will run towards you without hesitation. past."
Mingxi was just joking, but he never thought that Fu Yangxi, who has never been serious, would actually explain such a big deal seriously.
Her eyes were getting hot.
Eighteen-year-old love comes hot and turbulent.
But she is already in Fu Yangxi's future.
Take a breath.
Mingxi buried his head in Fu Yangxi's chest and said, "I know, I was joking just now. Don't be nervous."
"Let's sleep, Brother Xi, hold me to sleep and see if you can fall asleep."
Fu Yangxi hugged Zhao Mingxi tightly in his arms. She won't be taken away by anyone again, she's his.
This night, Fu Yangxi always had Zhao Mingxi in his arms. His heart was beating very fast, and he was rushing with the love and love of his youth. He was holding his most beloved girl.
Fu Yangxi thought it would be a sleepless night, but strangely, he slowly fell asleep like this.
The cracks in the dream began to slowly heal.
He seemed to be holding a piece of ice floes, but the ice floes were very warm, smiled at him, and drifted across the ocean.
In Mingxi's quiet, shallow breathing.
Fu Yangxi seemed to be pulled to the shore, and on the soft sand, the waves hit and soothed his body.
He fell asleep slowly.