pick up cats

Back at the campsite, other people have finished setting up the tents, and various colored triangles stand on the spacious flat ground, like a childlike Egyptian desert.

Song Limian picked an edge area that was far away from other tents, and put the two-person tent and the utensils inside it under the meaningful eyes of everyone.

The sky was gradually darkened, and the red, yellow and green trio made no secret of the desire to gossip in their eyes, and invited them to sit down, eat fruit and chat.

Song Limian originally wanted to set up the tent first, but when he turned around and saw that Tong Ming was sleepy, following behind him and getting sleepy, he took him to sit on the small bench amusedly.

Tong Ming's face is beautiful, and it is easy to leave a deep visual impression on people. A slight change is obvious, such as the slightly swollen lips now. The three of them imagined some sports in the car and showed great enthusiasm for it. , all said that Song Limian "is not a thing".

"...Be careful with what you say." Song Limian saw that Tong Ming's head could no longer hold on, so he asked him to lean on himself, and turned to warn the two of them, "Forget about Huang Yi. You two were still talking to each other in public just now." chewed."

"That's right." Ding Yan put one hand on Tang Mu's shoulder, shook it indecently, and smiled like a stealing cat, "but we didn't deny that we are not things."

Tang Mu glanced at him upon hearing the sound, Ding Yan put away his overly sloppy smile and changed to a serious face, tilting his head to peck Tang Mu's cheek.

"...There are five people here now," Huang Yi couldn't bear to look away, stretched out his index finger to draw a circle, and said in a cool tone, "I am the only one who is a thing."

Song Limian was too lazy to participate in this kind of topic among elementary school students. He glanced at the fruit plate, and originally wanted to peel an apple for Tong Ming to eat, but his eyes inadvertently shifted to the orange, and he couldn't tear it open.

He remembered how Tong Ming used to watch food shows, and his great curiosity prompted him to bring oranges by accident, stuff them into the hands of the sleepy Tong Ming, and pretended to be considerate: "Your lips are too dry, eat more fruit."

Tong Ming's nose twitched, and as expected, he opened his eyes in the next second.

He stared at the round orange on his palm for a long time, seemed to resist the urge to throw it like a grenade, and said "oh" hesitantly.

Song Limian saw that he was slowly pushing away the oranges, the orange juice stained his white knuckles in an instant, Tong Ming's arms were stretched out relatively long, and his breathing was extremely shallow, as if he was worried about being splashed by the orange juice, but his complexion was unusually calm, Calm down.

really.

Song Limian narrowed his eyes.

Tong Ming is a very strange person, he never hesitates to show weakness, but the premise of showing weakness is that he must seize the initiative.

He can take the initiative to tell you what he hates and what he is afraid of, but he is unwilling to be analyzed by others, as if it is a particularly shameful thing to be seen through, so he must be brave.

It's not that Song Limian can't understand the other party's self-esteem, but he thinks that his relationship with Tong Ming is different, so he longs for the other party to be more honest with him.

In this way, Song Limian will not always worry that he is not thorough enough and ignores the other party's preferences.

Tong Ming's action of peeling oranges is very quick, people who don't know will definitely think that he loves this kind of fruit very much, so he is very skilled, only Song Limian can see his nervousness as if pulling his arm out of the crocodile's mouth.

Song Limian thought it was a little funny, and stared at him pretending not to notice.

Tong Ming's fingers are long and slender, the joints are small, the skin is white and shallow, the blue blood vessels are intertwined on the back of the hand, and the well-manicured nails are dripping with juice/dripping powder at the moment.

With a light breeze, the smell of oranges in the air dissipated in an instant, but Tong Ming seemed to be very sensitive to this smell, and he was unwilling to breathe normally from the beginning to the end.

After finally peeling the orange, a few white orange stalks covered it, Tong Ming put it into a clean fruit bowl, but he didn't intend to eat it.

Before Song Limian could speak, Huang Yi, who had nothing to do, asked first, "Why don't you eat it after peeling it? Don't you like it?"

After hearing the sound, Tong Ming quickly answered "No", then pretended to pick up the orange naturally and peeled off a piece.

He opened his lips, and when he was about to suck the orange petals in, his eyes were bleak. The other party's aggressive appearance was ironic and helpless. Song Limian felt a burst of regret, and stretched out his arms to snatch the food from his mouth.

His fingertips slid across his jelly-like lips, and Song Limian found strangely that the other's breath seemed to be a little hotter than when they kissed.

Just eat an orange, as for?

Song Limian stared at Tong Ming, Tong Ming's expression was as usual, except for burnout and unresponsiveness, there was no other abnormality.

Song Limian examined it for a long time, and Tong Ming, who had been so slow for a long time, came back to his senses, cast his gaze suspiciously, and Song Limian just regained his composure.

"Actually, I wanted to eat oranges, so I coaxed you to peel them." Song Limian fed the orange petals into his mouth, chewed out a sweet sourness, pointed at the remaining petals and smiled, "Give these to me, okay?" ?”

Tong Ming was not aggrieved by being coaxed, but said "yes" slowly, and then stuffed all the oranges into Song Limian's hands like sending away a hot potato.

After swallowing it whole, Song Limian unpacked a pack of wet tissues from the table, took Tong Ming's hand regardless of the presence of others, wrapped the other's uncomfortably curled fingers into a tissue, and wiped them one by one.

Seeing this, the two old classmates who were flirting with each other made toothache "hiss" sounds at the same time. Tong Ming seemed a little embarrassed, said "Okay" in a low voice, and wanted to withdraw his hand.

Song Limian shackled Tong Ming's wrist, not giving him a chance to escape, and raised his eyelids to look at the other side in warning.

Tang Mu shrugged his shoulders, made a fork in front of his lips with two index fingers, stretched his arms to Ding Yan's lips, and made a movement of zipping. Song Limian continued to wipe with satisfaction.

Both Tong Ming's wrists and fingers are very thin, and they seem to be easily broken. Song Limian gently wiped each finger like a fragile object, and the juice covering them disappeared after a short time, and the palms became white and clean again.

The smell of oranges was soon overtaken by the smell of disinfectant, Tong Ming's shoulder muscles relaxed, and Song Limian let go of him.

"I won't bother you anymore." Song Limian said in a low voice.

In fact, Tong Ming didn't dislike oranges to such an extent, on the contrary, he enjoyed the warmth Song Limian brought, so he said "Yes" very softly, then stretched his eyebrows and eyes, and repeated "Yes".

As dusk approached, the unobstructed sky was painted with enough gorgeous light red, and everyone gathered together lazily. Seeing that Tong Ming was no longer sleepy, Song Limian took him to set up a tent together.

Song Limian opened the tent poles, pierced through the air holes at the bottom one by one, and then hung the tent hooks on the tent poles to finish building the skeleton.

Tong Ming couldn't help, so he just squatted aside, pretending to be serious about tearing up the internal accounts, and looked up after a while to find Song Limian's direction.

Song Limian was itching to be chased by the other party's eyes, but it was a pity that it was too late to get down to business, and it was inconvenient to drag Tong Ming to a dark place for a forced kiss. Song Limian tugged hotly at the neckline, hurried Tong Ming back to his seat and sat down, and told him not to Get your clothes dirty.

After all, it was an area where people often come and go, and Tong Ming also realized that the grass was not very clean, so he jumped up slowly, obediently returned to the bench not far away, and stared in the direction of Song Limian in a daze.

Song Limian breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly put the outer ledger on the inner ledger, fixed the self-adhesive strips of the outer ledger, and fixed the tent floor nails...

After a long time, the two-person tent was finally set up.

Song Limian made another two trips to the parking lot, ready to bring other tools. Tong Ming seemed unwilling to let him out of sight, and had to follow him wherever he went, so they dragged him down for an hour huge project.

After all, every time Song Limian sees Tong Ming bent over to dig things from the trunk, revealing a white and soft back, he can't help but call him by name, and then throw down the odds and ends to pull Tong Ming into the car. In the back seat of the car, I pressed against the neither hard nor soft seat and was panting from the kiss.

When they kissed for the last time, Song Limian couldn't help but asked again: "Is it really not uncomfortable?"

Tong Ming's voice was hoarse and soft, and he said "no" sticky, and repeated "comfortable", obviously not understanding what Song Limian was asking.

Song Limian couldn't help taking his breath again, plundering his air, and said with his lips and teeth blending together: "But your breath is so hot."

Tong Ming couldn't think normally, and only knew that there were some meaningless words overflowing. Song Limian touched his forehead again, and found that the temperature was normal, so he put his heart down for a while and concentrated on licking and biting him, kissing Tong Ming until he was hot, trembling, until Absent.

When they moved the inflatable sleeping pad, inflator and tent lights, and threw the plastic bags containing various mosquito repellent products into the tent, Tong Ming didn't know whether he was tired from running twice, or was pushed down on the seat repeatedly. Feeling dizzy from the movements, he blew the evening breeze with Song Limian and whispered that he was sleepy.

Under the boundless stardust, Song Limian was reminiscing about the drunkenness on the day of graduation with his old classmates. The atmosphere was good, and it was inconvenient to disappoint the fun and walk away immediately, so he put Tong Ming on the back, leaned closer and told him to go to rest first, and stay later by himself just pass.

Tong Ming said "Okay" obediently, and after greeting the others in a manner that was not enthusiastic but not cold, she walked steadily and slowly to the corner tent, burying her shoes in it.

Song Limian stared at his back as usual, feeling a little uneasy for no reason, he chatted patiently for a while, then found an excuse to say good night to everyone, and then hurried into the tent.

The thicker fabric divides the inside and the outside of the tent into two worlds. The environment darker than the twilight sets off Tong Ming's thin figure and thinner figure. The small quilt in the pillow in the back seat of the car has been pulled out by Tong Ming. In his arms, the blue and pink sleeping bag was thrown beside him and had not been opened yet.

Tong Ming was sitting in the middle of the tent at the back, not sitting straight but not slack. Song Limian listened to his slightly rough breathing, knelt on one knee on the soft cushion, and didn't come forward immediately, but chose to yell first his name.

Tong Ming slightly raised his chin, cast his gaze accurately in Song Limian's direction, and muttered two unintelligible words, his voice was so weak that it faded away before reaching Song Limian's ears.

Song Limian hesitated for a while, but still approached him slowly while asking "what's the matter" very gently.

Tong Ming's body is very thin and weak, and he looks even weaker when holding a slightly thicker quilt. When the distance is close enough, the vision hindered by the dark environment becomes normal.

It was clear that the evening wind was already cool enough, but Tong Ming was still hot, or the tent was too stuffy. At this moment, he was loosening his neckline, revealing his obvious collarbone and less obvious shoulder sockets.Song Limian stared at the familiar facial outline, and saw the fleeting uneasiness and panic in Tong Ming's beautiful eyes.

He raised his head, the gold wire frame on the bridge of his nose slipped, the red moles at the corners of his eyes were brighter than usual, his expression was a little dazed, his lips were very light in color, and when he pursed them tightly, he gave a very stubborn look.

Song Limian moved two steps forward, Tong Ming straightened his glasses, buried his head and twirled his hair at him, after a while he remembered something, raised his jaw and stared at him with complicated eyes.

"Tong Ming," Song Limian asked again worriedly, "Do you have a fever?"

Tong Ming was dull for a moment, then said "no" in a hoarse voice, and then said "I'm fine" in an obviously concerned tone. In the cramped space, his low voice bounced from the tent cloth into Song Limian's ears, making people feel soft and sad.

For some reason, Song Limian suddenly remembered the kitten who acted like a baby when he was sick.

So Song Limian used the way he used to treat small pets, ignoring the small pads the other party was waving, approached him, gently hugged him, and patted him on the back with warm palms with extremely comfortable strength.

"Why are you acting like a child?" Song Limian said helplessly, "If you feel uncomfortable, you lose your temper."

Tong Ming opened and closed his mouth several times, probably wanting to say "I didn't lose my temper", but Song Limian's comforting voice was too gentle, and it was easy for people to fall into it. Tong Ming didn't argue, and enjoyed the warmth at the moment , and forcefully twisted Song Limian's skirt tightly with his cold fingers.

Song Limian felt Tong Ming's breath sprayed on the ear veins for a while, and after confirming that it was not as hot as before, he whispered: "Don't move, let me touch it."

Before Tong Ming could react, Song Limian covered the other's forehead with his palm, which was not considered hot, and even a little cold.

This temperature relieved Song Limian, so he stroked his bangs and stroked his fluffy black hair.

Not long after, his palm suddenly touched a pointed and fleshy thing that resembled a kitten's ear. The thing shrank abruptly between Tong Ming's hair, and bounced tremblingly under Song Limian's touch.