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This time Song Qingnuo sensibly followed her parents back to her bedroom.

Finally got the cleanliness without being disturbed by outsiders, Song Qingxu grabbed Fu Yuan's wrist, dragged him back to the bedroom, then closed the door with a "bang", and locked it neatly.

There were only the two of them in the huge room.

Fu Yuan sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, holding Song Qingxu's coat hem in his hand, shaking with his movements: "I just told your parents that there is no guarantee that it will last forever...... Are you angry? ?”

Song Qingxu was pulled so uneasy, and when he heard this, he rubbed his head fiercely with his hand, leaned over and said, "You have a good idea. Do you think you can still escape?"

"I don't think I can escape either."

Fu Yuan held his hand rubbing his hair, and smiled at him happily: "I'm not willing to go."

Song Qingxu lowered his head and kissed his lips. It was a little cold to the touch, but it was hot inside.

"But I'm still angry, how will the baby make it up to me?"

Fu Yuan let out a muffled laugh, closed his hand and held his skirt, and let Song Qingxu's five fingers bury in his hair to caress, lest the world would not be chaotic, he added fuel and vinegar: "...Brother can do whatever he wants .”

The movement of the person on the body tightened suddenly.

"Write down this account first, and we will calculate it slowly in the future."

Even if the door was locked, the sound insulation in the house was not good, and it was still daytime, Song Qingxu didn't take Fu Yuan to mess around for too long in the end.

Fu Yuan nestled in his arms to calm down and pant, his legs rested on Song Qingxu's body and refused to move any more, humming and muttering for some reason.

"Now we can be regarded as people who have met our parents."

Before Song Qing and Xu Yinghe, Fu Yuan had already started talking to himself: "It's not so fast to fall in love normally, is it? It's only been a few months?"

He counted with his fingers: "One month, two months... It's only been five months since we met? Less than half a year."

Thinking about it carefully, he himself was surprised: "We're progressing too fast, right?"

"This is called high efficiency." Song Qingxu kissed the tip of his nose: "If you meet the right one and don't hurry up, if you are abducted by others when you are hesitating, wouldn't it be useless."

Fu Yuan's fingers crossed his Adam's apple, and circled around it a few times, "Yeah, I have only just arrived in college, and I was taken away just after I left the scope of puppy love, and I will be listed as a target in the future. The caretaker is inside."

Song Qingxu grabbed Fu Yuan's troublesome hand, and gently kissed the back of his hand: "It's all the same, it's fair."

"Well, it's all the same." Fu Yuan smiled beautifully, "My boyfriend is so handsome and gentle, they can't be envious."

The two stayed tenderly on the bed for a while, Song Qingxu picked him up regardless of resistance, leaned on the door and looked at him, made sure that there was no one in the corridor, and quickly carried Fu Yuan to the bed in the guest room to sit down.

Song Qingxu ran back again to bring the slippers for him to put on, left a sentence of "continue to sit" and went downstairs to carry the luggage.

Fu Yuan didn't know what he was doing, so he sat on the edge of the bed and swayed his feet leisurely, waiting for him to come back.

The mobile phone was not brought, Fu Yuan was bored waiting, and read the core values ​​of socialism over and over again, and saw Song Qingxu dragging two large suitcases in with a wheeze.

"It's so heavy and you carry it alone? Why didn't you call me!" Fu Yuan immediately jumped out of bed to pick up the suitcase in his hand.

He stayed at Song Qingxu's house for two nights, and returned to school with Song Qingnuo the next morning.

Apart from the routine walk after dinner, the two of them only went out for a walk once, and stayed in the room for the rest of the time.

Although Fu Yuan was still very reserved in front of Song's father and Song's mother, Song's mother was not. Under Song Qingnuo's urging, she took out the dusty photo album and asked Fu Yuan to look at it together.

Fu Yuan looked curiously and excitedly at the slightly worn photo album on the coffee table, with a solid blue and white cover, and a simple landscape oil painting in the middle.

"It's mainly photos of their siblings when they were young." Mother Song smiled mysteriously: "I can guarantee you won't recognize who is who."

Fu Yuan's eyes lit up: "...!"

Song Qingxu, who was about to be informed of the black history by her boyfriend, was ordered to sit aside by Song's mother, bowing her head in gloom.

Mama Song solemnly put the photo album on her lap, and slowly opened the cover.

Fu Yuan opened his eyes wide, poked his head slightly and looked expectantly.

"Wow----"

What caught my eye was two photos of two little "girls" in small skirts playing with sand on the beach with their buttocks pouted.

Song's mother proudly introduced to Fu Yuan, "They were only 3 years old at the time, and my brother didn't know that boys don't actually wear skirts. When I saw my sister's newly bought little red dress, I wanted to wear it too, so I bought him a small one. Blue skirt."

"When I went to the beach to play, my brother said that he would wear the newly bought skirt." Song's mother smiled slightly: "At that time, my sister's hair was not enough for pigtails, and passers-by thought our family was twin daughters."

Song Qing sat down next to Fu Yuan, and when he heard his mother's explanation, he lowered his head even lower.

Turning another page, it was a pair of young Song Qingxu and Song Qingnuo who were dancing Latin.This one looks like the two of them are getting older, and Fu Yuan still can't recognize the last one, but the faces of the two of them have become very familiar.

Xiao Song Qingxu was wearing a simple black exercise suit, with a big V on the chest and small diamonds on both sides, but his expression was serious, which was in great contrast with the small face that had not faded from the baby fat. It looked cute.

The dance partner Xiao Song Qingnuo held her brother with one hand and her own yellow skirt with the other, smiling brightly at the camera.

"Wow——" Fu Yuan continued to sigh.

Mother Song flicked the photo with nostalgia, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that my brother didn't want to dance anymore, otherwise there would be many such photos."

Fu Yuan's thoughts were taken away, and he sighed regretfully, "It's a pity."

He looked at the photo on the right and exclaimed, "Brother with mushroom head cut!"

Mother Song fondled the photo, "Back then, my brother was super cute, but he thought he was too ugly, so he never took pictures of me. I took this one secretly."

"The hair is so fluffy. Round..."

Mama Song's eyes lit up, and she skilfully rummaged through the photos: "Speaking of circles, look at this one!"

"Christmas costume!" Fu Yuan sighed with sincerity and satisfaction: "Is this also my brother? So cute."

Mother Song nodded resolutely, "This one is so cute, of course it's my brother! Look, my brother's little face is round...my sister's baby fat disappeared a long time ago, only my brother's is still in elementary school. a little."

The two praised each other for a long time in front of the client, and Fu Yuan's words were full of longing.

Song's mother just started to continue to flip through the photo album, when a colorful leaflet slipped out.Fu Yuan picked up the leaflet and handed it back to Mother Song.

"Ah, it's this one!" Mother Song turned the leaflet over and pointed to the little figure on it: "Look, this is the little costume model that the brother and sister made when they were young."

On the leaflet were a few photos of the Song family brothers and sisters, wearing brand new clothes, and next to each photo was a big price tag, which was bright red, and it was inexplicably joyful to look at.

"At the beginning, the brother and sister didn't know that what they were selling was the clothes they were wearing. They thought they were going to sell them. When they took pictures, they were so scared that their eyes were red, and the younger sister cried directly."

Fu Yuan carefully looked at the photo on the flyer with amused expression, and found that Xiao Song Qingxu's eyes were a little red.

"Mom! Do I want to lose face?" Song Qingxu waited for a long time quietly surrounded by dark clouds, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. He rushed forward and tried to take the photo album from Song's mother: "Don't read it!"

Mother Song guarded the photo album tightly: "Don't even think about it! Be brave!"

"What kind of daring is this!"

Fu Yuan sat between the two with a smile on his face, wisely not helping anyone.In the end, Song Qingxu still failed to win Mother Song, and went back to the room in desperation to grieve alone.

Usually, when the two of them stayed in the guest room, Mother Song would come to deliver some cut fruits, but because they knocked on the door beforehand, they didn't find any problems.

In the evening, Song Qingxu and Song's father and Song's mother also went back to the room "honestly" after saying good night.

But there is no reason not to wet your shoes when you often walk by the river.

"..."

Song's father stared at his son who was holding a pillow in his arms and trying to open the door of the guest room, and stopped Song's mother who wanted to go out behind him.

Mother Song saw the scene in front of her clearly: "...you worthless little bastard."

Song Qingxu agreed to the title, smiled and quickly opened the door of the guest room in front of the two of them, and slipped in.

As long as I am not embarrassed, it is you who are embarrassed.

This is also very good. I don't have to get up early to go back to my bedroom tomorrow morning, and I can sleep until the sun is high.

Fu Yuan didn't know that Song Qingxu was caught by Song's father and Song's mother at the door. When he saw his boyfriend coming in, he moved to one side of the bed to make room for him.

"I've covered the bed with heat." Fu Yuan asked for credit.

"Okay, okay." Song Qingxu got into the bed with a smile, and rushed over to tickle like a hungry tiger: "But I think my baby is warmer."

Fu Yuan was tickled by him and couldn't stop laughing: "Oh, oh, it's itchy!"

The person in his arms was like a loach, because he didn't dare to wear the couple's pajamas, he only put on an underwear, the body temperature was transmitted through the thin clothes, causing Song Qingxu to suffocate again.

"Don't move!" Song Qingxu deliberately lowered his voice, turned over and sat on Fu Yuan's waist: "If you move again, I will kiss you!"

The person under him laughed wildly: "Don't tickle me, I won't move!"

Before he could laugh for a long time, Fu Yuan froze for a moment, chatted better than nothing and pushed Song Qingxu, and successfully pushed the person down, and immediately took advantage of the situation to shrink himself into a shrimp, wrapped in a quilt and shy.

He blushed so much that he wanted to whistle.

Song Qingxu stepped back a little in a panic, looked stupidly at the quilt raised in front of him, and patted the ball tentatively for a while: "Baby, can you help me?"

"If you don't help, don't help! Solve what you provoke yourself!" Fu Yuan's voice was firm.

Song Qingxu patiently stood aside for a while, "Baby, are you willing to let me hang here? Baby?"

He pouted and said aggrievedly: "I've seen the parents, Bao."

Fu Yuan was so hot that he teased him, and he said angrily, "Liar! You have a dark history, I don't believe it! Every time you trick me, you...huh!"

His voice became smaller and smaller until he couldn't hear it, but his back was firm and motionless.

Song Qingxu tilted his head and thought for a while, knowing that his heart had softened, he pulled him out of the quilt, and he pulled him out: "Baby, I promise to be honest this time, I can't help it. "

Seeing people staring at him hypocritically, Song Qingxu let out a low laugh.

The disturbances of the night gradually subsided.

Song Qingxu took the tissue paper from the bedside without complaint, and then went to search for wet tissues.

"Not this time..."

Fu Yuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, the blush on his face was still completely dissipated, and angrily warned: "Talk more and go back to sleep in your own room tonight."

Song Qingxu made a movement to seal his mouth, and after a while couldn't help but said again: "How can there be a husband and wife who sleep in separate rooms."

"..." Fu Yuan got tired of it, and left her boyfriend with a big roll of her eyes before getting back under the covers.

Song Qingxu got his wish, and finally stopped nagging in satisfaction, and after making sure everything was destroyed, he lay back on the bed, pulled Fu Yuan into his arms, and closed his eyes.

Fu Yuan was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, but he still struggled to raise his arms and hugged him instead, before falling into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

Although I tossed and tossed for a while before going to bed, because I went to bed early, I didn't have a lot of time to sleep.When they were pulling their suitcases on the platform, the two of them felt refreshed.

Song Qingnuo stayed up reading novels last night, and now standing with them, her dark circles are particularly obvious.

"Why don't you cover it with something? The dark circles under your eyes are so heavy."

Song Qingnuo shrugged her eyelids, and responded negatively to her brother's words: "I'm too lazy to do it. My sister-in-law is prettier than me, and she's so beautiful. Why do I need to put on makeup next to him? She's not the same."

Song Qingxu frowned: "But you are single, he has a partner."

"..." Song Qingnuo couldn't lift her head up, but her brother came to hurt her single dog again and called the police.

Fu Yuan pinched Song Qingxu's hand helplessly, tore off the motion sickness sticker and put it on for him before getting in the car, signaling him to talk less and stop irritating the single dog Song Qingnuo.

After waiting several hours for the car to sit down, the most listless person became Song Qingxu who was motion sick.

He blindly followed his boyfriend and sister in a taxi back to school, entering the dementia mode after taking a car.

The weather has gradually warmed up, and N City is located in the south again. Among the pedestrians on the street, there are not many people wearing down jackets, and there are girls wearing short skirts.

Seeing that his brother really lost his energy, Song Qingnuo patted him on the shoulder pretending to be magnanimous: "It's okay, brother, even if you get motion sickness and become unconscious, and the sky is dark and the sun and moon are dark, you still have a partner."

Song Qingxu was so angry that he raised an international friendly gesture to her: "...Get lost."

There was a spare tricycle at the gate of S. Song Qingnuo and Fu Yuan rented one together, and the uncle owner helped to transport the luggage and people directly to the downstairs of the dormitory.

It happened that Gao Shubao came a year earlier than them, and there was an elevator in the dormitory building, so Fu Yuan asked him to go downstairs to pick up the suitcase and pack it when he went back.

Fu Yuan didn't enter the school, so he accompanied Song Qingxu to N University first.

The author has something to say: ah... the breath of the end (sniff hard