Bamboo horses in the morning and evening

Zhou Zhimeng decided to ignore Lu Qifan for three days, and he wanted to punish this bad boy.

Who told him to tease himself indiscriminately every day?

Especially last night, it was too much!

Although he knows in his heart that with Lu Qifan's enthusiasm, these things will not be less after he and Lu Qifan formally fall in love, and it is not unacceptable in his heart, but he still has a kind of scalp tingling fear, he Imagine that scene a little bit, and substitute yourself and Lu Qifan, and your whole body will explode.

He couldn't help but think of all kinds of scenes when he was a child, and then fell down on the bed with a whimper, buried his face in the quilt, and felt pain for the first time in his life: "What should I do..."

Roommate Han Feng just came back from outside. Seeing Zhou Zhimeng's rare appearance, he couldn't help being curious: "Are you in a relationship?"

Zhou Zhimeng's body was stiff, and he sat up vigilantly, "No."

Han Feng had a clear face, and raised his chin with a smirk: "Still pretending? The mark on the neck hasn't disappeared yet."

Zhou Zhimeng covered his neck immediately, and Han Feng put down his schoolbag, "Very good, I didn't expect you to get out of singles so quickly, congratulations."

As the only person in the dormitory who has been in a relationship, Zhou Zhimeng always felt that Han Feng was more mature than the others. He scratched his neck and fidgeted for a while, then couldn't help getting up and walked to Han Feng's side, and asked in a low voice: " Brother Feng, how long have you been talking with your girlfriend?"

"Two years."

"It's a long time."

Han Feng glanced at Zhou Zhimeng, and said with a smile, "Speak directly if you have something to say."

"Actually..." Zhou Zhimeng thought for a while and decided to tell Han Feng: "He is the younger brother who grew up with me. His parents are good friends. He is two years younger than me. We have been together since he was born. We haven't been apart much together, and now we suddenly changed the mode of getting along, I feel weird, and I'm not shy, but I always can't let go."

Han Feng asked suddenly: "Won't you get tired of being together for so many years?"

Zhou Zhimeng immediately retorted: "No."

"I feel that if my girlfriend and I hadn't been in different places, there would definitely be a period of burnout in two years. Because of the different places, we can still maintain a little freshness. It's hard to imagine that you have known each other for 18 years."

Zhou Zhimeng never thought about this question, he thought for a long time, and then replied: "But the relationship of growing up together is different. He participated in all the memorable moments in my life."

Growing up together is a word that includes so much.

They shared all the first times in their lives, the first time they slept in the same bed, the first time they went to school with their schoolbags on their backs, the first time they watched the stars, the first quarrel and the first reconciliation, Gogo hand in hand Knowing what the other person was thinking, the crowd looked at each other and smiled. Zhou Zhimeng still remembers a certain night in the midsummer night sky. Xiaoqi just went to kindergarten, learned a few sentences, pointed to the sky and said: "Jujuan, the stars are beautiful!"

Zhou Zhimeng raised his head and looked at it. Just as he was about to say "It looks good" to Lu Qifan, Lu Qifan took out two paper-folded stars from his pocket and put them in Zhou Zhimeng's hand, "One roll, small Qifan." One."

Six-year-old Zhou Zhimeng smiled, held the stars in his hand, and fell down on the lawn with four-year-old Lu Qifan.

I thought that too early memories would fade with time, but for some reason, Zhou Zhimeng always remembered that scene, the shimmering stars that night, and the rain later, he held Lu Qifan’s hand under a small umbrella run home...

Countless memories, irreplaceable.

"I don't know if I will get bored, but I think that fear of being bored is definitely not the reason for me to escape." Zhou Zhimeng said.

"Since you have all the answers, why are you still asking me?" Han Feng leaned back slightly.

Zhou Zhimeng came back to his senses.

"I don't know," he smiled shyly, lowered his head and scratched his hands: "Maybe it's because I haven't been in a relationship before, and I don't understand it without comparing it. I always feel that something is weird, but I can't tell."

"I have an unethical idea, it's just an idea, not a suggestion," Han Feng raised his eyebrows at Zhou Zhimeng, "Try it with someone else? Talk about a relationship with most people, never know each other, never know each other, never get ambiguous When you are familiar with it, you can use it as a comparison."

Zhou Zhimeng's expression suddenly became serious. He was originally leaning against Han Feng's closet, but now he straightened up and shook his head seriously, with a firm attitude: "Don't try, I won't make such an attempt."

"I mean, it's good to get along day and night, but the mystery brought by unfamiliarity, the temptation and advance and retreat during chatting, and the feeling of being unable to sleep all night thinking about a sentence, this feeling is also quite good. Maybe too familiar will lose this feeling. Just have fun, isn't it because you skipped the middle process and went directly to a romantic relationship, so you're not used to it?"

Zhou Zhimeng fell into silence and deep thought.

Han Feng looked at Zhou Zhimeng's frown, and suddenly realized that Zhou Zhimeng had just started dating, and he began to persuade him to try others, which was too ignorant. Just as he was about to explain, Zhou Zhimeng suddenly said happily: "I see!"

"what do you know?"

"What you said is not in conflict."

Getting along day and night does not conflict with ambiguous exploration, just like the "racing" side that Lu Qifan occasionally shows, he often feels strange and curious. Isn't this a kind of novelty? Why should he be trapped in the established worldly view of love?

Han Feng nodded with a half-knowledge.

"Anyway, I won't try others." Zhou Zhimeng added the next sentence in his heart: "Xiao Qi won't either."

Sensing the firmness in Zhou Zhimeng's eyes, Han Feng coughed twice, and smiled awkwardly: "Don't take what I just said."

"It's okay." Zhou Zhimeng waved his hand.

Zhou Zhimeng returned to his desk, looked at his phone, and suddenly missed Lu Qifan a little.

He decided to change the three-day punishment to two.

Lu Qifan here couldn't get through on the phone, and Zhou Zhimeng didn't reply when he sent a message, so he could only use Zhong Ye's mobile phone to call, "Are you really angry?"

Zhou Zhimeng didn't speak.

"If it really makes you uncomfortable, I'm sorry, Juan, and I will never do it again."

Zhou Zhimeng scratched his neck unnaturally, and muttered: "No... Anyway, this is the end of this matter. Don't think too much about it, and I didn't think too much about it. You should study hard and wait for me to go back next month."

Lu Qifan smiled and said, "Okay."

The weather was fine in April. When Zhou Zhimeng came out of the lecture theater, his classmates caught up behind him and patted him on the shoulder, asking him, "Zhimeng, where are you going to go during the holidays?"

"go home."

The classmate said "ah", "Going home again? You go home so often, you are indeed rich, and you don't care about the airfare. I even feel bad for the round-trip high-speed rail money."

Zhou Zhimeng pursed his lips and smiled, "No, I love home more."

"Well, I wanted to ask you to go climbing."

"I'll go with you on the weekend when I go home from vacation, but I'm not in good health, you can't take me to climb the wild mountains anymore, the last time I went to climb the Nanshan line, I didn't recover after lying down for two days. "

The classmates raised their hands and swore: "Okay!"

Zhou Zhimeng went back to the dormitory to put away the books, and then pulled out the suitcase. Han Feng winked at him: "Going back to see my brother again?"

Li Yan just walked in, and said after hearing it: "Brother? Zhimeng's younger brother? Zhimeng, you and your brother have a very good relationship. You talk about it every day. You have to go back to see it when you are on holiday. My brothers and sisters are so close." There's nothing like this."

Han Feng specially elongated the tone, "Dear-brother, there is indeed no such thing."

Zhou Zhimeng blushed suddenly.

Before Zhou Zhimeng dragged his suitcase and left the dormitory, Han Feng came out of the bathroom, leaned closer and whispered to Zhou Zhimeng, "What do you want to do when you go back this time?"

"He's about to take the exam, I'll go back and review with him."

Han Feng smiled knowingly, his eyes were full of sarcasm, Zhou Zhimeng glared at him in embarrassment, "No!"

Before Han Feng could speak, Zhou Zhimeng ran away quickly. Li Yan asked strangely, "What's wrong with Zhimeng?"

"Go back and accompany my brother." Han Feng said with a smile.

After Zhou Zhimeng returned home, he stayed with his parents for a while, then went to Lu Qifan's house to find Lu Qifan.

Lu Qifan was still at the tutor's place. After school, he had to go to class for another three hours. He didn't come back until ten o'clock in the evening. Zhou Zhimeng fell asleep lying on Lu Qifan's bed while waiting. Lu Qifan pushed Open the bedroom door to see this scene.

Zhou Zhimeng curled up beside the bed, holding the corner of the quilt with both hands, and wrapped it around himself. He frowned when he heard the movement, turned over and wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis.

Lu Qifan suddenly felt that the exhaustion in his heart disappeared.

He was just about to go up, but the schoolbag accidentally bumped into the door frame, making a muffled sound, Zhou Zhimeng was woken up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the door blankly.

Lu Qifan shook off his schoolbag and took off his coat. Before Zhou Zhimeng could react, he leaned over him and sealed Zhou Zhimeng's lips. Zhou Zhimeng bound himself up and trapped himself in the quilt. From bullying.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed that the door was still open.

He mumbled, "Close the door."

Lu Qifan's conscience realized that he let him go temporarily, and after closing the door, he lay down on the bed again, and pulled Zhou Zhimeng out of the quilt. Ask him, "How are you doing?"

"It's okay." Lu Qifan reached into Zhou Zhimeng's clothes.

Zhou Zhimeng slapped him on the back of the hand through his clothes, Lu Qifan didn't hesitate at all, and fumbled more and more.

"Small."

Zhou Zhimeng yelled, but it was useless.

Lu Qifan directly unbuttoned Zhou Zhimeng's chest.

"..."

"Juanjuan, who told you to bring it to your door?" Lu Qifan bit Zhou Zhimeng's lip, and then buried his face in Zhou Zhimeng's neckline.

Zhou Zhimeng fell into a blank daze again.

Is Lu Qifan not yet weaned?

This time was longer than last time, Zhou Zhimeng wrapped himself in the quilt again, Lu Qifan stood next to him without any guilt, hugged the quilt and said, "Stay here tonight, okay? Is it hard to curl up on you?" Uncomfortable, go take a bath? Shall I wash for you? Or, shall I bathe with you? "

Hearing the last few words, Zhou Zhimeng finally couldn't bear it any longer, lifted the quilt, and kicked Lu Qifan's leg. Half a minute later, he still didn't feel relieved, and kicked twice more.

Lu Qifan just smiled, not annoyed.

When Zhou Zhimeng was about to get out of bed, Lu Qifan didn't stop him. Instead, he reached out to help Zhou Zhimeng straighten his neckline, and put the slippers at Zhou Zhimeng's feet, "I'll take you home."

Lu Qifan waited for a long time but did not wait for Zhou Zhimeng to get out of bed, Zhou Zhimeng sat on the edge of the bed with his head bowed, looking preoccupied.

Lu Qifan leaned over and asked him: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Zhimeng suddenly thought of the content of his chat with Han Feng a while ago, and he thought happily: I can also make Xiao Qi feel fresh, and we can also have ambiguity and temptation.

But when he really met Lu Qifan, he couldn't do anything except being kissed in a daze.

His sudden silence made Lu Qifan a little uneasy, and Lu Qifan reached out to touch Zhou Zhimeng's face, "Jujuan, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Zhou Zhimeng looked at him and shook his head slowly.

He doesn't know how to make Lu Qifan feel fresh. With a weak heart and years of asthma, it is impossible for him to drive a racing car. He can't have an arrogant and proud side like Lu Qifan.

He can only through some simple ways.

Lu Qifan's face is close at hand.

He leaned over slowly, and kissed Lu Qifan's lips under Lu Qifan's slightly surprised eyes.

Then took another bite.

No, he took the initiative to kiss Lu Qifan before, this is nothing new.

He was immersed in his own world, completely oblivious to Lu Qifan's gradually deepening eyes.

Zhou Zhimeng straightened up, got out of bed annoyed, and walked to the door, "It's too late, I'm going home."

Lu Qifan resisted the thought of him leaving behind, and accompanied him to the door of Lin's house.

Zhou Zhimeng was still thinking about this question.

Finally, he had a flash of inspiration, and he turned around, facing Lu Qifan, with his hands behind his back.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then worked up his courage.

"Small, hug."