let loose

Most of the barbecues were done by girls, and the boys who went to the city in the morning to buy food and work as porters would be free now. Zhang Jin wanted to start grilling a chicken wing for himself, but was pushed away by several girls.

"You, you," Xu Xiao put his hands on his hips, holding a handful of mutton skewers in his hand, pointing at the skewers forcefully, and pointing at Song Mian and others who were sitting on the ground eating free food, "Give them all I'll roll away to cool off, just wait obediently, someone will deliver the skewers to you when the skewers are finished, understand?"

"It's so good, so you're willing to let us eat for free?" Zheng Qiran took a big bite of the chicken leg, "Is it cheating? Think about it, when did you treat us boys so well?" He raised his eyebrows at Lin Pingping, " Right, Little Apple."

Lin Pingping was playing the game with his legs crossed, and he didn't raise his head in the critical game, "Thank you sister Xiaoxiao."

Tan Jun gave Xu Xiao a flattering smile, "My chicken wings need to be abnormally spicy, and so do the drumsticks, thank you sister."

The brothers turned against each other too quickly, Zheng Qiran was caught off guard, a mouthful of old blood almost choked out from his chest, goosebumps all over his body, his hands trembled, the chicken leg fell to the ground and was wrapped in dry grass, he picked up the dirty chicken leg with a regretful face , Throw it into a plastic bag.

"Actually, Peng Yang is the head chef. I think he's doing well, and he doesn't show any signs of embarrassment." Xu Xiao waved his hand, "You should go and comfort him when you're free, and it's not convenient for us girls to talk too much. "

"What do you mean? What do you guys use for?" Zhang Jin said proudly, "Otherwise, why do you think the little lamb didn't pull people's face?"

"Yo, do it, do it, I'm the one talking too much, I know you brothers are deeply in love, let's see if you can do it." Xu Xiao was helpless.

Song Mian stretched her neck, leaned against Jiang Zhou, followed Xu Xiao's words and glanced at Peng Yang. Peng Yang lowered his head and was brushing oil on the chicken wings with Yang Luoluo. There was a smile in the corner of his eyes, showing that he was in a relaxed mood. Quite a few, which shows that Peng Yang has figured it out.

That's fine, high school students should be heartless and laugh wantonly.

Put all the bad things aside.

The status quo will not get better because of illness and depression. Even if you are confused, you must move forward. It is always right to stay positive until the correct answer comes.

Jiang Zhou waited for half a minute, seeing that the person who was stuck on his shoulder like a dog skin plaster had no intention of moving away, so he had to do it himself, patted Song Mian on the back, "Sit down."

"Where to sit?" Song Mian pretended to be awkward, slammed his chin on Jiang Zhou's shoulder, pressed Jiang Zhou's hand with his backhand, and breathed out lightly: "I won't sit well, my back is itchy, please scratch it for me."

The hot air of the breath flowed over the pinnae, scalding hot.

Jiang Zhou frowned quickly, but didn't refuse, and scratched randomly on Song Mian's back a few times.

Song Mian clicked her tongue in enjoyment.

The weather is still a bit hot, sultry, and the temperature rises in the afternoon, even the mountain wind is hot.

Jiang Zhou was wearing long sleeves, so he leaned close to Song Mian, who had a heater.

It's not once or twice that I have been in close contact with Song Mian.

Although it is passive every time, it is not annoying to be honest.

Thinking back carefully, whether it was the initial rigidity and rejection, or the recent habit of being calm, it seems that every time there is a strangeness in my heart, that kind of strangeness, crispy, numb, inexplicable, disturbing my mind constantly.

He could obviously break free from Song Mian's extremely soft restraint in two or three times, but he was repeatedly defeated by such softness, and never really broke free.

Sitting quietly like this for a while, Song Mian was not satisfied. He beat his heart a few times, bit his lower lip nervously, rubbed the palm of Jiang Zhou's arm against his delicate arm a few times, and then opened his eyes. Open, tentatively wrapping the back of Jiang Zhou's hand.

I felt that Jiang Zhou seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then moved.Song Mian deliberately exerted some strength, and Jiang Zhou stopped moving.

Song Mian's uneasy heart became quiet because of Jiang Zhou's sudden relief, and he let go of his ravaged lips, with the corners of his mouth raised, and smiled silently.

The gurgling sound of the river, the occasional birdsong in the forest, the fresh air, the noisy chatting and fighting of female students in the distance, Zheng Qiran and Zhang Jin gagging and hurting each other nearby.

Their small movements were carried out secretly from behind. From the outside, there was nothing abnormal except that Song Mian was sitting in an indecent posture and the two were too close.

All the ambiguities that cannot be expressed are hidden in the hot hearts of the two, and only the two parties themselves know.