Bamboo horses in the morning and evening

"What are you calling me?" Zhou Zhimeng opened his eyes wide.

Lu Qifan didn't speak, just kept rubbing his forehead against Zhou Zhimeng's neck, Zhou Zhimeng felt itchy, so he pushed him, Lu Qifan lazily lifted up a little bit, put his cheek against Zhou Zhimeng's shoulder, The tip of his nose touched Zhou Zhimeng's neck, and his breath became wet. He put his weight on Zhou Zhimeng's body, and then pressed Zhou Zhimeng against the wall. Zhou Zhimeng couldn't move.

"Roll."

Zhou Zhimeng was dissatisfied, "You called my brother, I heard you."

These words and titles seem very unconvincing in the current situation. Lu Qifan has grown taller again, his facial features have become deeper and more three-dimensional, and his childishness has completely faded away.

Instead, Zhou Zhimeng looked smaller.

Lu Qifan smiled lightly.

Zhou Zhimeng stood on tiptoe, and barely kept eye level with Lu Qifan who was bending over. He looked at Lu Qifan, pouted his mouth, and ordered: "Shout again."

"what is the benefit?"

"There is no benefit, how can you ask for benefits from others for no reason?"

Lu Qifan straightened up slowly, slid his hands from Zhou Zhimeng's waist to his wrists, and then to his palms, interlocking his fingers, following Zhou Zhimeng's wishes, he called out: "Brother."

His voice was deep and light, and it sounded more like a joke.

Zhou Zhimeng only felt his ears burning, and he muttered and complained: "It's been so many years."

"It's been so many years." Lu Qifan repeated his words, but it had a different meaning.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Zhou Zhimeng raised his hand and rubbed Lu Qifan's ears. This action was something he did most often since he was a child, because Lu Qifan was always mischievous when he was a child, and was beaten by his father every day, and his ears were always beaten. It turned red, and Zhou Zhimeng's heart ached so badly, he ran over to hug Xiao Qi, carefully rubbed his ears, and puffed out his mouth to give him a whistling.

With big teardrops in his eyes, Xiao Qi buried his face on Zhou Zhimeng's body, and said sobbingly, "The curls hurt."

Zhou Zhimeng kneaded gently.

Later, when he grew up, Xiao Qi almost caught up with his father's height, and he would never get his ears pulled again, but Zhou Zhimeng still couldn't change this habit, and Lu Qifan didn't resist either. Every time Zhou Zhimeng rubbed his ears, He will also lie comfortably on Zhou Zhimeng's body, like a puppy relaxing in the sun.

Lu Qifan has changed a lot, but in Zhou Zhimeng's eyes, he can still vaguely see the shadow of five or six years old.

At that time they were very young, wherever Zhou Zhimeng went, Lu Qifan would follow him, shouting Juan Juan while stuffing any valuables on his hands into Zhou Zhimeng's pocket.

The older he got, the more frequently Zhou Zhimeng thought about the past, as if he was trying to avoid the boy in front of him.

To escape the topic he had been hiding from for two years.

At night, the expressions of Zhou Huaisheng and Lin Zhiyi before they left were always reflected in his mind, and he felt scared.

He has always felt that family affection is the most stable relationship. He originally wanted to be relatives with Xiaoqi for the rest of his life, just like the relationship between his parents and Xiaoqi's parents. There is no blood relationship but it is better than blood relatives. He can meet whenever he wants. There were quarrels and love each other, and many friends around him fell in love and broke up, and broke up unhappy, so Zhou Zhimeng always felt that the relationship between couples was very unreliable, and the relationship between relatives was better.

But Xiao Qi doesn't think so, Xiao Qi is not satisfied with this.

Sensing Zhou Zhimeng's fugue, Lu Qifan let go of him and asked, "Where's the cake you made for me?"

"In the refrigerator, a small sky-blue square box." Zhou Zhimeng moved two steps to the side, hooked the hem of his clothes with his hands behind his back, and ordered, "Go and get it."

After Lu Qifan went downstairs, Zhou Zhimeng fanned the wind with his hands, trying to dissipate the heat from his face. The lights in the room were not turned on yet, and they were all illuminated by the hazy corridor lights in the corridor. Zhou Zhimeng turned on the main light in the room. Light, his vision became clear immediately, and his thoughts became calmer. He opened the small table beside Lu Qifan's bed and put it on the bed. As soon as it was set, Lu Qifan came in with a cake box.

"What flavor?"

"Salted butter with Oreo filling."

Zhou Zhimeng took the cake and introduced it to Lu Qifan: "I also went to the street and bought a lot of gadgets. Look, fireworks sticks and candles, aren't they cute?"

"And this, the little prince's cake hat."

Zhou Zhimeng put the blue polka-dotted handmade birthday hat on Lu Qifan's head, and Lu Qifan lowered his head and let him toss about. Say, "Blow out the candles after you make a wish, and I'll give you the gift later."

Zhou Zhimeng took the time, turned off the lights, and looked at Lu Qifan against the faint light of the stars and fireworks sticks, and he sang a birthday song softly.

Lu Qifan closed his eyes, made a wish, and then blew out the last flickering candlelight of the fireworks stick.

It was exactly twelve o'clock.

Zhou Zhimeng applauded softly, and then said with a smile: "Xiaoqi, happy birthday, I wish you happiness forever."

Zhou Zhimeng took out the watch, put it on for Lu Qifan, and patted the strap with satisfaction: "It fits better than I imagined."

Lu Qifan looked at him and said, "Thank you."

The cake was cut in half. Zhou Zhimeng took the small spoon prepared in advance and put the cream wrapped in crushed Oreos into his mouth. After tasting it, he said gluttonously, "It's so sweet!"

Lu Qifan also tasted it, and praised: "It's delicious."

It's a pity that Zhou Zhimeng has a small bird's stomach, and he felt tired after eating a few mouthfuls, so he lay down touching his stomach, and Lu Qifan ate up his half with appreciation, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and looked back at Zhou Zhimeng. Meng was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zhimeng asked.

Lu Qifan looked away and silently took the small table away.

Zhou Zhimeng was in a daze, staring blankly at the ceiling, he felt sleepy, his body seemed to be divided into two halves, one half was drowsy, the other half was flustered, he was in trouble, Lu Qifan turned off the light and suddenly turned around , lying sideways on Zhou Zhimeng's side, covered him slightly, and pressed Zhou Zhimeng's arm.

Zhou Zhimeng suddenly woke up, struggling to get out of bed, but Lu Qifan held the other arm.

"Juju, why are your clothes so soft?"

He trapped Zhou Zhimeng in his arms, and asked this question on purpose.

Because of his asthma, Zhou Zhimeng can only wear pure cotton clothes. Today he is wearing a loose milky white sweater with cute cartoon pictures embroidered on his chest. His wrists are tucked into the cuffs, and only his slender fingers are exposed.

His whole body was tense, his neck shrank, his skin was rosy, and his cheeks were so soft that he wanted to bite.

Zhou Zhimeng felt that there was danger, but his body didn't listen.

Lu Qifan approached him, "Jujuan, I gave you eight gifts when you were here."

Zhou Zhimeng struggled and said, "I'll make it up for you, and I'll make it up tomorrow, so let me go first."

"not good."

"Xiaoqi!" Zhou Zhimeng really panicked, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want? Let me go."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Qifan turned him over, facing himself, the two of them lay on the same pillow, Lu Qifan wrapped one hand around Zhou Zhimeng's waist, and then slowly approached.

"Curly, with cake on his mouth."

Zhou Zhimeng wanted to lick it off, but Lu Qifan pressed his lips.

"I'll come, okay?"

In the dark night, Lu Qifan's eyes were too bright, Zhou Zhimeng's heart was beating like thunder, and he subconsciously refused: "No, it's not good to be small, I, I'm not ready yet."

He was still not ready to get along with Xiao Qi in a different way.

"No need to prepare anything, not a kiss."

Zhou Zhimeng was dubious.

Lu Qifan moved closer again, "Just touch it, okay?"

"I……"

"Is it okay to touch it? I don't do anything." Lu Qifan's voice sounded wronged.

is it not OK?Zhou Zhimeng asked himself.

"Juanjuan, do you have someone you like?" Lu Qifan asked suddenly.

Zhou Zhimeng replied immediately: "No."

"Then why can't you touch it?"

Zhou Zhimeng didn't understand the relationship between the two, but Lu Qifan said it so wronged that Zhou Zhimeng somehow felt like a scumbag.

"You go to school so far away, I miss you all the time, really miss you."

Zhou Zhimeng touched Lu Qifan's face distressedly.

"How about a birthday cake and a present?"

The more Lu Qifan talked about Zhou Zhimeng, the softer his heart became, and finally he compromised: "Okay."

Lu Qifan let go of the hand that held Zhou Zhimeng's lips, and then stroked Zhou Zhimeng's back, getting closer little by little.

Zhou Zhimeng felt like his heart was about to jump out.

Lu Qifan got closer and closer, before Zhou Zhimeng could hide, he felt his lips being licked.

Zhou Zhimeng's face immediately turned red, but in the next second, Lu Qifan leaned over again.

Zhou Zhimeng put his hands against him, "What else should I do?"

"I haven't touched it yet."

"You licked it!" Zhou Zhimeng said angrily.

"That's licking, I haven't touched it yet." Lu Qifan justified.

Zhou Zhimeng, who had passed the Chinese language test in the second grade, became clumsy, and he didn't say anything for a long time. Lu Qifan couldn't wait any longer, and leaned over to seal his lips.

Zhou Zhimeng opened his eyes wide.

Lu Qifan quit as soon as he saw a good relationship, and soon separated after meeting. He hadn't fully felt the soft touch, and he was still emotionally impulsive, but he didn't dare to cross the line again.

Juanjuan was obviously frightened, the corners of his eyes soon became moist, Lu Qifan lifted the quilt in time to cover the two of them, then hugged Juanjuan into his arms, stroking his back, Zhou Zhimeng didn't cry after all, But the tears still wet Lu Qifan's clothes, he turned around aggrievedly, and did not forget to kick Lu Qifan.

Lu Qifan hugged him from behind.

The two were covered in the quilt, and the sound of breathing was amplified infinitely. Lu Qifan asked, "Jujuan, why are you resisting?"

Zhou Zhimeng said nothing.

Lu Qifan bit Zhou Zhimeng's shoulder, ground his teeth like a puppy, and then slowly slid along Zhou Zhimeng's shoulder line to the back of Zhou Zhimeng's neck. edges are exposed.

He took a sharp sniff, and Zhou Zhimeng's whole body trembled.

"I'll let you go today, Juan."

There was a bit of crying in Zhou Zhimeng's voice, "If you do this again, I will tell Uncle Lu and Uncle Zhong."

Lu Qifan didn't say a word, knowing that Meng Dun was puzzled, he didn't expect Lu Qifan to be really scared.

He turned around slowly, ready to say some more threatening words, but just as he turned around, Lu Qifan touched his lips again.

This time I really cried.