pick up cats

Song Limian was in the tent, on the grassy land where the little cat didn't know much about the world, there was a heavy rainstorm and strong wind.

After Yun Po's sunrise, the two of them tidied up and tidied up each strand of hair with a guilty conscience. Except for the tear on Tong Ming's lip that could not be covered, the rest of the body could hardly see any abnormalities.

After waiting for a long time, everyone watched Tong Ming lift the curtain with his sloppy footsteps, and stared at Song Limian behind who was about to put down the curtain.

The fabric of the latter's inner garment was obviously wrinkled, and the collar was rarely smoothed out. Even if the cuffs of the white shirt were folded in three delicately, there were still traces of wrinkles.

Perhaps the owner of the clothes forgot to bring his pajamas, and he was not used to sleeping naked, so he slept all night with his underwear on.

Sensing his gaze, Song Limian tugged at the cuff of his jacket silently, barely covering up the rare irregularity underneath. He raised his eyelids and asked in a neutral tone, "Is there something wrong?"

In view of his open eyes, the brightness of which was the same as usual, everyone who was thinking about Pianpian couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, thinking that they shouldn't doubt this old classmate with unscrupulous thoughts.

After all, it was Song Limian, Song Limian who was restrained and polite in everything he did.

Even if he was sleepy for the first time this morning, and his sleepiness was so deep that he couldn't wake up for a long time, he still wouldn't do anything beyond the rules.

As for the hoarse voice...

Everyone secretly rubbed their goosebumps, smirked and chattered away from the topic, thinking: last night, the evening wind was blowing for so long, and there was no quilt, so it is indeed easy to catch a cold.

In the end, when she was packing her things, Tong Ming silently carried out a small quilt, silently stuffed it into an unattractive pillow, and silently stuffed it into Song Limian's back seat with a cloth bag.

Old classmates: "..."

face pain.

After finally using hospital cotton to plug the brain holes, the old classmates couldn't bear to look directly and scattered, each busy with their own affairs.

There were two nights left in the long holiday, and the next day they didn't have to get up early to go to work. The people who were still in high spirits were reluctant to tear down the tent that had been put up with great difficulty.

Just as he was considering whether to stay another night, Song Limian silently erected the phone screen and turned it over to the other people.

The others were far away and only gathered to look at it at this moment. Only Tong Ming, who was always circling around him, noticed his absence not long ago.

After leaving the tent, Tong Ming's conversations changed less, and he would not talk to him unless he had to, so he just stretched out three fingers and tugged at Song Limian's cuff.

The others were frustrated by the "orange warning" displayed on the screen, and they dismantled their tents. Song Limian let Tong Ming pull him without exerting any force, and walked aside.

"What's the matter?" After perfectly restraining his gaffe, he spoke in a calm and unhurried manner, and put his finger on Tong Ming's wrist, feeling his pulse, feeling Tong Ming's pulsation frequency that gradually eased.

Tong Ming frowned and stared over, the worry in his eyes was undisguised.

Song Limian couldn't help laughing, so he rubbed the center of the opponent's eyebrows, and asked knowingly: "Not feeling well? Why don't you talk?"

His fingertips were warm, and it was itchy and irritating when he rubbed them. Tong Ming had a strange expression on his face. He pointed to his throat in embarrassment, and his pupils dilated and stared straight at Song Limian.

Song Limian smiled.

Due to some people teaching regardless of the occasion, the student Tong couldn’t close his lips for a long time. Apart from articulate, he couldn’t hold back his kitten-like cry. But because he didn’t dare to be too presumptuous, Tong could only breathe hoarsely for a long time. for a long time.

When everything died down, he lay on his back and felt the dizziness, Song Limian wiped it clean for him, properly wiped out the evidence, Tong regained his strength and sat up.

Then, he found tragically that, except for the dull sound of sandpaper scraping, he couldn't squeeze out other timbres for the time being.

"Oh, yes, you can't say it now." Song Limian acted flamboyantly as if he had suddenly realized, and the provocative ending made Tong Ming's teeth itch.

Seeing this, Song Limian smiled lowly, his eyes curved into long and narrow arcs, and Shi Shiran straightened Tong Ming's collar.

Not long after, he thought of something, and deliberately pulled the collar at an angle, revealing the gradually fading red marks on the other's fair skin.

Tong Ming, who was immersed in frustration, didn't notice that the fingertips passed by lightly, and they were separated as soon as they were touched.

Song Limian stared at it for a moment, and couldn't help regretting that the traces dissipated too quickly.

Fortunately, he only wants his lover to show a small part of his collarbone. If he hides too much, he is too abstinent, and if he hides too little, Song Limian will feel uncomfortable, and he is reluctant to let Tong Ming be seen by others.

Thinking like this, Song Limian, who is like a straight man of steel, helped Tong Ming get a little neckline again.

Once Song Limian regained his warmth, Tong Ming couldn't bear to lose his temper at him, and after standing with his hands down to let him manipulate him, he hesitated and asked, what did you see just now, why are you unhappy.

What a sharp kitty.

Song Limian, who complained about the thunderstorm, softened his heart, but he didn't say anything right. Shi Shiran suggested: "It's okay, let's restrain ourselves next time."

He comforted him again: "It's normal not to be able to hold back for the first time, just pay more attention next time."

Tong Ming: "..."

Who in the tent coaxed me to call out? !

Tong Ming stared at the other party with a complicated expression, but it was a pity that the serious expression could not be maintained for a long time. After all, Song Limian, who couldn't relax, quickly stretched out his claws and rubbed his sensitive earlobe.

"Let's just say it first, I don't mind being found out that I spoiled you." Tong Ming got a little annoyed by dodging, and Song Limian raised his hand to show his innocence, "It's a pity that my cat is too shy... I have some tricks to lose my temper." If you can't stand it, you can only plan for a rainy day."

The short-tempered little cat instantly forgot the original intention of caring for the other party, turned around and left angrily.

Song Limian stared at his back and sighed silently.

Everyone got on the car for the return journey according to the fixed collocation.

The traffic lights squeezed to the back seat again, but this time, the single such as Huang Yi was pitifully pushed to the right window.

The two of them hooked their little fingers as if no one was around, Huang Yi looked blank and kept his eyes fixed.

Encountering a traffic jam on the way, and the sound of the horn resounding through the sky, Song Limian was rather relieved. When the two taillights at the rear of the car turned on, he raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror.

At the same time, his hand left the gear lever, grabbed the drowsy left hand of Tong Ming, and stroked the back of his soft hand with the side of the palm.

Seeing this scene for the first time, the two people in the back changed their fingers interlocking posture not to be outdone. Song Limian noticed it, picked it up and pecked the back of Tong Ming's hand.

Tweet!

Because he couldn't control the strength, Tong Mingyou woke up, he glanced around in confusion, and noticed that his left hand was caught in mid-air.

Song Limian said with a deep smile, "It's okay. I couldn't hold back for a moment."

Tong Ming seemed to be used to this, and after muttering a few words he didn't understand, he drooped his eyelids and fell asleep for a second after the live performance.

With one arm across his chest, and his head bit by bit, Song Limian asked the people in the back row to throw a star pillow, stuffed it into Tong Ming's arms, and gave him a support point for his chin.

Tang Mu and Ding Yan saw the provocations in the front row repeatedly, and wanted to fight him to win or lose. Seeing that they were about to entangle their limbs and perform kissing, the only straight man in the car finally couldn't hold back.

Huang Yi tremblingly stopped their impulse, and shouted in a low voice: "Aren't you childish!"

"You don't understand," Ding Yan said "tsk". In order not to stimulate the fragile heart of his old classmate, he put an arm around Tang Mu instead, and said lazily, "Love makes people young."

Huang Yi: Oh, love also makes people lose their minds.

A rift arose in the gossip squad that was established not long ago. Due to internal digestion, the two members terminated the gossip exploration plan and turned into another pair of gossip protagonists...

wrong.

Huang Yi thought about it again, this car person has long been expelled from the gossip world!

What's there to gossip about being so sticky!

The difference between the outbound journey and the return journey made Huang Yi, who was holding on to the dog food bowl tightly and never letting go, feel sad. He silently took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and quit the group chat. Thousands of times.

In order to achieve the achievement of pretending to be dead, Huang Yi read the new news without distraction.

The "Camping and BBQ Squad", which was just established not long ago, posted 99+ news in a short time.

The old classmates are obviously still in high spirits, and they only chatted until midnight yesterday, so they don't know where there are so many new topics.

Due to obsessive-compulsive disorder, Huang Yi poked open the dialog box, exited, poked open the dialog box, exited, and repeated this three times, but the red dot could not disappear.

Finally, he scratched his yellow hair and couldn't help but press the small green upward arrow marked "99 new messages".

It's all the same name in a blink of an eye.

Bai Yue, Bai Yue, a scumbag with the surname Bai.

Huang Yi was startled, and then remembered this person.

Last night, while Song Limian was resting in the tent, everyone mentioned the past while chatting. Although they had already passed the bloody age, under the nostalgic atmosphere, everyone couldn't help but feel the same hatred.

Once the hidden matter started, no one shy away from it.

Since one of the protagonists in the story has long let go of his worries and devoted himself to the second spring, anyone with eyes can see it, so they don't avoid him and chat about that person in the group.

Huang Yi raised his eyelids and glanced at him. Because his eyes were too hot, Song Limian looked at him for two seconds in the rearview mirror and asked him what's wrong.

"It's all right." Huang Yi buried his head hastily and murmured, "You continue to stare at the handsome man on the co-pilot, and leave me alone."

The handsome man touched the opening of his lips with the tip of his tongue, tilted his head and continued to sleep.

Song Limian didn't talk to him, and Huang Yi didn't care whether he believed it or not, he just wanted to investigate what everyone was talking about.

In order not to speak rashly, it will eventually affect the driver's safe driving.

Due to the close location, the tall and long-legged adult male makes the originally spacious back seat extremely cramped. Without a mobile phone with a privacy screen, you can get a general idea with just a glance.

When the other two realized something, they also buried their heads in their phones and flipped through them.

Thirteen minutes after the disbandment of the Gossip Squad, they finally showed an unprecedented tacit understanding, which is really gratifying and pitiful, Huang Yi thought sourly.

He browsed through the dialog box intently, and the indescribable emoticons sometimes contained useful words. After a while, Huang Yi understood the general reason for the matter.

On the way back, the people in the car where the squad leader was sitting picked out a lucky... poor boy by guessing fists.

With great embarrassment, the old classmate was forced to send a message to Bai Yue, asking him why he failed to win the two reunions, and added that it was a bit regretful not to see him.

Of course, the latter sentence is pure nonsense, mainly for the sake of playing the tenderness card.

After all, that classmate was not familiar with Bai Yue.

In fact, most of the people in the class were not familiar with Bai Yue. In high school, only Song Limian, who was warm-hearted, was willing to talk to this withdrawn boy.

But Song Limian didn't wrong himself, after all, after two short chats, Song Limian was treated differently by Bai Yue by virtue of his personality.

When Song Limian passed by to talk to him, Bai Yue was always willing to open his mouth to chat, so as not to just ignore the person and walk away.

Of course, the sharpness of a teenager will always only exist in adolescence, and the adult Bai Yue is no different from the flattering and flattering people around him.

The old classmate started a standard awkward chat, and Bai Yue, who had changed a lot after graduation, quickly returned to him.

The reply was quite enthusiastic, and it seemed that the old classmate's reason for the conversation was lame.

Huang Yi poked a screenshot of the dialog box.

Bai Yue: Is there something wrong?

Old classmate: No, I'm just curious. [Amount of support.jpg]

Old classmate: We had two drinks last time, and we made an appointment to continue drinking this time, remember?

Old classmate: As a result, you didn't come these two times... Is it because you have something to do?

Bai Yue: Yes.

After a long period of typing...

Bai Yue: Is there anyone else around you now?

Old classmate: Yes.But I'm almost home, and it's time to get out of the car.

Bai Yue: Have you seen Song Limian this time?

This screenshot completely boiled the entire WeChat group.

Everyone has never been stingy with their association power, and after a while, everyone rushed to come up with a bloody plot.

What is it like "The scumbags in the past had no time to regret it. They only found out who their true love was after they got married. Unfortunately, it was too late."

There is also the obsession with the orientation of "scumbag males". Based on the principle of homophobia and closet, after learning that the scumbags who have passed adolescence have an incumbent who is [-] times better than him, the scumbag stimulates the desire to fight. He decided to intervene , destroying the relationship between the young couple."

……

In a place that Bai Yue didn't know, he was scolded countless times by the aggrieved audience because of the infinite imagination of the melon-eaters.

Finally, an old classmate rushing to the front sent a second screenshot.

The dog-blood soap opera instantly turns into a love suspense film!

Old classmate: Yes.

Bai Yue: I don't have his contact information, can you give me one?Thanks.

Old classmate: ... huh?

Bai Yue: Don't get me wrong, I'm already married, nothing else.

Before the old classmate could speak, several new messages were sent in a row, and the anxiety state of the other party was visible to the naked eye.

Bai Yue: I really have to.

Bai Yue: I have been followed recently.

Bai Yue: That person should... have something to do with Song Limian.

Old classmate: Impossible?You have not been in touch for many years.

Bai Yue: I also found it strange, so I went around a lot and dragged it off until just now.I wanted to call the class monitor, but you sent me a message.

Bai Yue: I really didn't lie this time... Please, help me.