pick up cats

Tong Ming adjusted his sitting posture and tilted his head to look over, Song Limian just looked away.

"You like balls of wool so much?" Song Limian asked calmly as he unbuttoned his cuff button with one hand.

When he bowed his head, there was a faint smile in his eyes, and then he hooked his four fingers together, and whispered, "Come here."

Tong Ming's action was one step ahead of his thoughts, hesitantly approaching, Song Limian didn't give him a chance to regain his senses, he leaned over and hugged his shoulders, restraining his subconscious tendency to retreat, and inserted his knuckle fingers into the black hair.

Tong Ming's hair is like a human being's, at first glance it looks stiff and bristly, but it feels extremely soft to the touch. Song Limian's palm was warmed by the other party's pressing, and his limbs and bones suddenly felt fine and dense.

Originally, he only wanted to tease Tong Ming, but now he was a little reluctant to let go.

However, afraid of the bright eyes around him, Song Limian ended the intimate action a little slowly, and sat upright with his palms removed.

Tong Ming didn't come back to his senses in time, he rubbed the top of his head with one hand in a daze.

Song Limian clasped his hands, stroked the palm lines gently, and explained, "It's nothing—"

"—It's just the look in your eyes just now, which reminds me of the cat I raised before."

Tong Ming's arms stopped when he heard the sound, he raised his head, his expression was complicated, and he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, the viscous world of two people was soon broken by a whistle.

"Song Limian, don't touch it, can't you bear it till night?" the man in green pants and cropped cut his teeth sorely, and the others followed suit and held back their good-natured smiles.

Song Limian looked at them frankly, then glanced at Tong Ming inadvertently, and found that the other party's expression was normal, so he didn't feel embarrassed.

Seeing that Song Limian was still silent, with an expression of "we're fine", the man in green trousers and flat head gave a "tsk", picked up a chair with one hand and placed it next to the small square table, and said, "Come and play cards."

When Song Limian brought Tong Ming over, the flat-headed man showed a playful smile: "Let's talk about it first, you don't pay, but you will be punished if you lose. I want to see if your luck is still so good this time."

Song Limian drove the ducks to the shelves, and played three games in a row. Tong Ming, who said that he "really doesn't know how to play", kept his face on the sidelines and studied.

"The cards are over again..." Tong Ming whispered, "Win again?"

"En." Song Limian lowered his voice, "It's mainly because of luck."

The flat-headed man who had no chance to play his cards at all had vicissitudes of eyes, holding a lot of cards and feeling very depressed.

Song Limian briefly introduced the game rules and precautions to Tong Ming again.

Compared with playing cards, Tong Ming seemed to be more interested in shuffling the cards. Song Limian shook his head helplessly, took the middle card with one hand, and pushed it to Tong Ming to shuffle and play.

Accompanied by the sound of shuffling the cards, Song Limian was casually looking at the green trees in the distance, when the artist suddenly gave him a look.

kindness?

Song Limian analyzed for a while, and had to admit that he didn't understand what the other party wanted to express. Just as he was about to ask, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the short-haired man, who was immersed in the grief of losing three games in a row, was about to raise his head——

To avoid misunderstanding, Song Limian chose to nod at the artist, looked away, and thought about sending a message later to ask.

"Three rounds, I am willing to bet and admit defeat." The artist tapped his index finger on the table and said with a smile, "The person who loses the most cards will be punished on the note."

He said this to three people, but in fact, his eyes only fell on the crew-cut man the whole time.

And the ending sound rises, it seems that I can't wait.

"Tangtang, turn your elbows outward!" The man in green pants and the cropped head complained in pain, "If you team up with me, we will definitely win."

"I don't want it." Tang Mu ignored his complaint, and slowly took out the small iron box prepared under the table, opened it, and there were a few balls of paper scattered inside.

He poured out the ball of paper, spread his palms upwards, gestured "please" to the crew-haired man, raised the corners of his lips and said, "It's not the first time you've had a card fortune, I won't be with you today, after all Winning is more important. Come on, Tintin."

The words on the note were written by the four of them and other students who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic before the card game. Although everyone said in advance that "you can't go too far", no one will give you the scale of going too far. Clearly defined.

Ding Yan thought of the sentence he had written down one stroke at a time, and he dared not drop his right hand of choice, with a miserable expression as if he was going to die.

Impatiently, Tang Mu urged twice, so he gritted his teeth and grabbed the nearest ball.

Seeing this, the three of them gathered around curiously, with their four heads stuck together, not giving Ding Yan a chance to cheat at all.

There was no other way, he could only open the ball of paper slowly with a face that disregarded life and death——

He lost his voice: "Fuck!"

Coincidentally, on this crumpled note, there is a special challenge written by Ding Yan himself with a wicked taste.

——Please take at least 20 seconds to kiss the person on your right who gets this note. PS. You must kiss with tongue.

Ding Yan's face was pale, he turned his head stiffly, and looked at Song Limian on his right who also had an indescribable expression.

After Tong Ming shuffled the cards, he was idling on the right side of Song Limian. When Ding Yan cast his gaze, he looked back in confusion, not understanding what it had to do with him.

Hold.

Ding Yan wants to cry but has no tears.

Why didn't I think that if I got it!

If I had known it earlier, I should have written it—if the person surnamed Song was drawn, I would find a Tongue kisser surnamed Tong on the spot.

Afterwards, Zhuge Liang and Ding Yan regretted so much that his intestines turned green.

Ding Yan had a dull pain in his stomach, and his soul was about to be sublimated. He faced Song Limian's extremely cold face and warning eyes, and he really had no choice but to bite the bullet and admit defeat.

If it was changed to another occasion, he would definitely shamelessly play tricks——

The problem is that Tang Mu is watching from the side, and Ding Yan really can't bear it.

Just as he was secretly mourning, Song Limian received a notification tone.

He buried his head and saw that Tang Mu, who had never contacted him alone, calmly sent him a WeChat message across a table.

——If it wasn't for the remark, Song Limian probably wouldn't even know how long it took for the person with the green hat emoji to add it.

Tang Mu: Didn't you agree to change positions?Why are you still here?

Song Limian: ...You seem to overestimate our tacit understanding...I am not Ding Yan.

Song Limian: Wait a minute.

"Cough." Ignoring Ding Yan's generous expression on his face, Song Limian pushed Ding Yan's head away with one hand, and turned around to find a lame reason, "I suddenly remembered that you have to change positions every three rounds of poker. good."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and picked up Tong Ming's sleeve.

Tong Ming followed in confusion and stood up.

"Tang Mu, let's change." Song Limian endured the embarrassment, and said nonsense, "Ding Yan doesn't need to change. It is more important to cultivate card skills in the early stage, and Feng Shui needs to be considered when advancing to the next level."

Not long after, Song Limian sat on the opposite seat, and Tong Ming also moved a bench over, looked at him strangely, but did not raise any questions.

Tang Mu remained expressionless the whole time.

He didn't express any objection, and he cooperated with it neither actively nor hesitantly. When he sat down, he wrote "It has nothing to do with me, I was forced".

Ding Yan, who had finally completed his psychological training, stared at the person on the right in confusion, and then stared at the crumpled paper, his facial muscles were full of bewilderment.

"This..." Ding Yan hesitated to speak, "Can we change positions at this time?"

Song Limian ignored him, and was so depressed that he couldn't taste the joy of adult beauty.

The assist method was too simple and rude, Song Limian pretended not to see the eyes of another old classmate on the table, and sighed secretly.

——Fortunately, Ding Yan's IQ needs to be recharged urgently. If someone is smarter, he will definitely not be able to embarrass himself with the reason just now.

Song Limian covered his face in embarrassment, and rubbed his palms vigorously. In fact, apart from embarrassment, what made him even more awkward was a sudden burst of envy.

These two have been at odds for several years, and Tang Mu's sudden initiative this time is really surprising. No matter whether Ding Yan will appreciate it or not, at least he will give himself an explanation.

If Song Limian had one ten thousandth of Tang Mu's courage, he wouldn't be unable to say a single word to Tong Ming.

"Can't it be changed?" Tang Mu asked bluntly, as if the other party asked a very stupid question, "Didn't Song Limian say that Feng Shui needs to be protected."

"I heard that, but..." Ding Yan stammered, stiffening his neck and not daring to turn his head, "Then I want to..."

The rest of the words he said were like mosquitoes buzzing, not only that, Ding Yan also flushed his cheeks, looking quite embarrassed.

Tang Mu originally planned to sit silently in his seat, but now he laughed angrily at Ding Yan's unsteady tongue, and asked, "Why, unwilling?"

"No, no, no, no," Ding Yan said quickly, "But, Tangtang, this, this is not appropriate, right?"

"Is it appropriate to kiss Song Limian?" Tang Mu crossed his arms and raised his eyelids to examine him, "Did you write the note? The words are as ugly as insects crawling over."

"...You can't say that," Ding Yan said when he was at a loss for words, and he wanted to cry, "I never thought that I would win the lottery!"

Tang Mu took a deep breath.

He didn't know how this person had the confidence to say such things with the confidence that he would lose every gamble.

Besides, even if Ding Yan is lucky today, he is destined to draw this ball of paper.

In fact, Tang Mu didn't move much, he just put this piece of paper that he secretly read in front of Ding Yan deliberately, he knew that according to Ding Yan's habit, he would definitely take the nearest one.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Tang Mu tugged at the hem of the sweater, dusted off the non-existent dust, and said impatiently, "Don't be silly. You just think about one question, would you like to kiss me?"

"Wish... no, no, no..." Ding Yan swallowed back the words of resistance under Tang Mu's sharp eyes, and said with a spittle, "It's not about whether you want to, but mainly because you don't agree..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Tang Mu's slender knuckles gripped his sweatshirt tightly, and he pulled it away, and Tang Mu, who looked worried, kissed him eagerly.

Lips pressed together, Ding Yan fell silent instantly.

He felt the soft touch of his lips in a daze, forgot to position his arms, and forgot to close his eyes.

After two seconds of silence, everyone let out a gasp at the same time.

Song Limian looked at the two people who were not far away, not daring to turn his head to analyze Tong Ming's expression.

He was still not sure, so he was very worried that he would see even a sporadic bit of disgust or incomprehension on Tong Ming's face.

"Okay," Tang Mu realized that Ding Yan was petrified and did not respond. Tang Mu pushed him away by grabbing his collar, and said coldly, "The punishment is over, continue beating..."

He didn't have a chance to finish the rest of the sentence.

Ding Yan, who had learned to breathe again and got rid of the abnormal state of petrification, regained his strength, suddenly approached cautiously, and lightly pecked Tang Mu's lips.

"Tangtang," he whispered excitedly and tremblingly in disbelief, "is that what I mean?"

The two were about to enter the stage of expressing love, another single student threw the card away, stood up and cried to the crowd behind: "Fuck, I can't play this card anymore!"

"I suggest taking a stray dog ​​instead of me, maybe I can get a good meal."

The others patted him on the shoulder reassuringly and continued to watch the play with great interest.

In fact, Song Limian really wanted to know whether this pair of old classmates could achieve a positive result after struggling for so many years.

After all, there were no other same-sex couples around him, so there was no way for him to use them as a reference.

It's a pity that his mind is so chaotically filled with Tong Ming that he has no time to care about him.

He guessed what kind of expression and thoughts Tong Ming would have, and wanted to ask Tong Ming why he didn't speak, but he didn't dare to turn his head to look, let alone ask.

In the end, Tong Ming took the initiative to speak.

Tong Ming's tone was as usual, neither disgusted nor excited, but he was a little puzzled, and asked Song Limian, "Why do they keep doing this? Are they comfortable?"

Tong Ming seemed to be quite thirsty for knowledge, and wanted to watch more clearly, so he leaned forward, and his delicate skin rubbed against Song Limian's sleeve for a while, making a slight rustling sound.

It was only then that Song Limian, who was dull in five senses, noticed that the two kissed together again.

Song Limian opened his lips, but unfortunately his voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.

He didn't know how to deal with Tong Ming who didn't play cards according to common sense, and he didn't know how to answer such elementary school students' questions.

What should I tell him?

Those two boys are kissing, but kissing will make them pregnant, children must not learn it?

Song Limian caused some meaningless troubles in a mess, and after a while, he began to worry that Tong Ming was too hot.

Even the cloth on Song Limian's sleeves couldn't cover up the scorching heat. Song Limian's body was numb from the heat, and his brain completely lost its ability to calculate.

Tong Ming didn't realize that something was wrong.

He seemed to be able to understand Song Limian's state of being unable to answer, and he didn't rush, but quietly watched the two people who had finally separated and hugged each other tightly.

Because of the strong interest, the heartbeat is inexplicably happy.

Tong Ming didn't know what the emotion was at the moment, but he couldn't help but want to release this excitement, so his words seemed to be chasing after him.

He commented: "The behavior just now seemed more comfortable than hugging."

He asked Song Limian again: "Is it because of different preferences? You don't like it, so you deliberately changed positions just now?"