you and the champion are mine

The camphor trees beside the road are lush and lush, filtering the sunlight delicately and gently.

Song Yang turned around, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up: "Master, why are you here?"

Li Xun raised his chin towards the carriage: "You can't even see this?"

Song Yang saw workers carrying a latex mattress and some household appliances.

Of course he could see it, but he couldn't believe it, his little heart was beating violently, and he couldn't get any more excited.

"Have you bought a house here?"

Li Xun took a box of things from the worker, and said frankly, "It's rented, I can't afford this location."

"Where is it? Where is it? Can I go for a visit? I can help you move things!" Song Yang couldn't hide his joy at all. Even the pupils are bright, like glass beads glowing under the light.

Infected by his smile, Li Xun's mood improved for no reason, and the things in his hands were not as heavy as before.

"Building 12, just ahead."

Song Yang didn't have any idea about the floor numbers in the community. He followed Li Xun with his things in his hands, and the more he walked, the more he felt something was wrong. How could it seem——

The one who was teasing the children in the courtyard heard the footsteps and looked outside the door. The picture froze for a moment, and Teacher Sun asked in surprise, "Why is Xiao Yang here? Have you had lunch yet?"

"Not yet, my mother asked me to bring something over." Song Yang handed over a bag of warm pastries, and smiled politely as a good student, "Happy Double Ninth Festival."

Li Xun showed a puzzled expression.Song Yang introduced in a low voice: "This is our head teacher."

"Do you know each other?" Teacher Sun asked.

"Well, we're—" Li Xun opened his mouth halfway, and the word "arrow" stuck to his throat before he was stepped on hard before it could come out.

"We met from reading together in the library." Song Yang quickly completed the second half, and then pulled Li Xun's clothes behind his back, implying that he should not pierce it.

"Then this is too coincidental." Teacher Sun clapped his hands and greeted enthusiastically, "It just so happens that Xiao Xun and his family just moved in today, let's have a meal together. I steamed a pot of hairy crabs. I guess I can't finish them. Turn around You can take some back and give your parents a taste."

If it was normal, Song Yang would have declined with the excuse that his family was waiting to go back for dinner, and ran back quickly, but today is different.

He showed a bit of a dilemma at the right time: "My mother probably disagrees..."

"Tsk, why don't you agree to come to my place for dinner?" Teacher Sun took out his mobile phone as he expected, "I'll call her."

Song Yang was often arranged by his mother to study at Mr. Sun's home since he was in middle school, and he knew the layout inside well. There is a kitchen, living room and two bedrooms on the first floor, and Mr. Sun lives below.There are also two bedrooms and a study on the second floor.

Song Yang entered the room and saw a middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair. He could almost tell at a glance that it was Li Xun's father.

Their father and son's faces and eyebrows are too similar. Li Xunqing is blue, with a more handsome nose bridge than his father, and slender and strong limbs. He can even see Li Xun's appearance 20 years later on the man's face. The vast majority of middle-aged men have temperament, at least not bald.

"Hello, Uncle." Song Yang really didn't have any preparations. He honored all the Double Ninth Cakes that his father asked him to buy, and introduced himself, "I'm your son's friend, come over for a meal."

Li Guotao accepted the gift in surprise, and after a brief reaction, he laughed and held Song Yang's hand with both hands, "Thank you, it's the first time I've seen him bring friends back."

Song Yang could feel his hands trembling, but he didn't know if it was excitement or some other reason.

Li Xun heard it, and added nonchalantly: "He has a thick skin, and he insisted on following."

These words came to Song Yang's ears literally, and he thought Li Xun thought he was annoying.

For Li Guotao, it has another meaning-his son has a cold personality and never makes jokes that are not measured. Only when the relationship reaches a certain level can he be so funny.

During the conversation, Song Yang learned that Li Guotao used to be a soldier and started a small business after retiring. Later, he was paralyzed due to a stroke, but he is much better now. The doctor said that as long as he persists in rehabilitation, he still has a chance to stand up again. of.

"Xiao Xun! Come here and help me check if the ketchup has expired. I haven't taken off my glasses upstairs." Teacher Sun yelled in the kitchen.

"He went out to move things, let me take a look." Li Guotao slowly pushed the wheelchair.

His movements were not very agile, and he had to avoid some cardboard boxes piled up in the living room. It seemed that he was struggling. Song Yang was about to go over to help when Li Chuzhi ran in.

Like a chick fleeing to a hen, she naturally raised the little strawberry headband in her hand, and said to Song Yang, "Brother, my hair is loose, I don't know how to tie it."

"Uh..." Song Yang didn't know how to do this kind of work, but the kindness of the children was unbearable, so he still took the soft and cute little hairband and began to study it.

Li Chuzhi's hair wasn't too long, and it fell down just to the shoulder blades, but because it was braided and then coiled up, his whole head seemed to explode, with frizz and static electricity, which made Song Yang unable to do anything.

He let Li Chuzhi sit on the sofa, and stood behind the sofa, using his fingers as a comb, smoothing things out bit by bit.Li Chuzhi's head was small, half hanging, looking as fragile as a work of art, and Song Yang's movements were so gentle that he couldn't be more gentle.

After finally straightening it out, he didn't dare to hold it too hard. The next second, Li Chuzhi made a movement that shocked him.

"Brother," she suddenly turned her head, showing another hair tie on her wrist, "This one needs to be tied first before the little strawberry can be tied."

"..." Song Yang's hollow fist was still in mid-air, and not a single strand of hair was left. He pressed his little head with gritted teeth, and his action was like dunking a basketball. "Don't move, you!"

Li Xun, who was admiring it for a long time, couldn't help laughing, walked over, and threw four words behind Song Yang's ear: "Clumsy."

His voice was very deep, rustling, with infinite doting, Song Yang felt a small electric current jumping up and down along the meridian, he gave Li Xun a place: "You do it, you do it."

Li Xun raised his eyebrows, skillfully stuck the little strawberry on his wrist, held the hair with one hand, and stroked it casually with his right hand a few times. Li Chuzhi's hair was knotted, and with his not-so-gentle movements, The little head shook back and forth, but it never cried out that it hurt.

Song Yang said distressedly: "Be gentle."

Li Xun laughed and said, "Extend your hand."

"what?"

Li Xun pointed to the place he was holding, and repeated it again.Song Yang hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand, bent his thumb and index finger into a circle, and held the pile of hair that Li Xun had tidied up.

After Li Xun let go, he handed the hairband to him again: "Just make two circles."

Song Yang gestured clumsily twice, feeling something was wrong: "How do you go around?"

Li Xun stretched out his hand and wrapped it around his hair from the other side. Song Yang was worried that his hair would loosen and didn't dare to let go. Li Xun held Song Yang's joints in his hand.

His palm is very hot, and the temperature is transmitted along with the skin.Song Yang stood there stunned as if struck by lightning, his fingertips trembling: "I can, can I relax?"

He didn't know why he stuttered.

Li Xun smiled and said, "I can't tie you until you let go."

"Oh." Song Yang pulled his arm away.

After a while of dizziness, he heard Li Xun ask, "It's that simple, have you learned it?"

Learn to be a fart.

His brain was burning like an electric heater, and he didn't even look into it.

But still nodded dully: "I learned..."

Next, Song Yang looked at Li Xun braiding Li Chuzhi's braid, his slender fingers twirling back and forth between the hair, Song Yang could see his blue blood vessels, protruding joints, and neat nails.

These hands are used to push the bow and shoot arrows, with tight muscles, every burst can ignite the audience, but when doing such a small thing, it is a completely different feeling.

Like the breeze blowing through the branches, like the waves touching the shells.

The softest part of the heart seemed to be poked by something, Song Yang secretly glanced at Li Xun's eyes, and a strange feeling spread.

In order to make it easier for Li Xun's father to move around, Teacher Sun gave up one of the downstairs rooms as Li Guotao's bedroom, while Li Xun and Li Chuzhi lived on the second floor.

It will take a while before dinner, Li Xun said: "Go upstairs and help me organize things."

"Okay!" Song Yang grinned and followed, as if being invited upstairs to pick up money.

Many big items were brought in last night. Li Chuzhi’s room was cleaned up, the bed was covered with powder-blue sheets, dolls and toys could be seen everywhere, small glass wind chimes and star lights hung on the windows, everywhere They all exuded warmth.

In comparison, Li Xun's room was much more monotonous, with only a wooden bed and a wardrobe. There was a dressing mirror in the corner, which should have been left by Teacher Sun's child, and there were star stickers on it.

The bay window faces the sun and is made into Japanese-style tatami mats, with a log-colored folding table in the middle.

Li Xun opened the gauze curtain, and the delicate sunlight came in.Song Yang sat on the bay window and saw that the few strands of hair on the top of his head were illuminated into wine red.

Li Xun took out a four-piece suit from the box and shook it: "Would you like a quilt cover?"

Song Yang caught it from the other side: "I'm not that stupid, am I?"

"Who can say for sure." Li Xun smiled, and with a strong shake, the bed cover flew up, covering Song Yang's whole body.

Song Yang giggled for a while, took off the quilt cover and said, "It's delicious."

After putting on the quilt, Li Xun asked him to do some work within his ability, and went downstairs to carry things up by himself, and Song Yang helped him pack his clothes.

Almost all of Li Xun's clothes are sportswear, even the down jackets are sports brands, the shoes are big in size, and the underwear...

Song Yang didn't have the nerve to take a closer look, and put them together in a drawer.

"Li Chuzhi! You haven't rented a house for three days, have you?" There was a burst of Li Xun's voice and Chuzhi's immature laughter from downstairs. Song Yang was about to go downstairs to see what was going on, when there was another hurried sound outside the door. The sound of footsteps, from far to near, came from the steps.

Song Yang turned his head and saw Li Xun rushing in empty-handed, and closed the door behind him.

"What happened at the beginning?"

Li Xun lowered his head and shook his clothes, then tugged at his pants: "She used auntie's watering hose to water me all over, and she didn't even listen to her." After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and took off his clothes.

This scene was caught off guard, and Song Yang's eyes fell on his naked body before he could take it back, from his chest muscles to his abdominal muscles, he could see everything at a glance.

It has to be said that Li Xun's figure is quite predictable.Athletes of different sports exercise different core parts. Li Xun's core is obviously in the waist, abdomen and arms. The action of drawing the bow all the year round makes the muscle lines of his arms smooth and firm.

"Throw me a piece of clothing." Li Xun said while unbuttoning his belt.

Song Yang casually found a hoodie and threw it over: "Just wear this."

Li Xun lifted one foot out of his trousers, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, my underwear is all wet, throw me another pair of pants."

Song Yang guessed what screen would be greeted next, consciously looked away, took out a pair of underwear from the drawer, and threw it over with his backhand.

"Thanks." Li Xun didn't bother to turn his back again, and just pointed at Song Yang's back, taking off his underwear and putting on his underwear again, and reversed once in the middle.

He raised his eyes when he was pulling up his trousers, and unexpectedly met a pair of eyes in the mirror in the corner.

Like a frightened little animal, Song Yang suddenly looked away and picked his fingernails very "naturally".

According to common sense, the one who should be ashamed should be the one being looked at, but Li Xun is different. He zipped up calmly and evoked a meaningful smile: "Is it sexy?"

"Ah?" Song Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded in shame. He felt that this answer seemed inappropriate, and added, "Actually, I didn't see anything..."

Immediately afterwards, a blush climbed to the top of the ear, being illuminated by the abundant sunlight without hiding.