Dress to be a celebrity

In the middle of the night, when I seemed to be asleep, I was suddenly picked up by a pair of hands. It felt a little horrifying!

Song Shi tensed his muscles subconsciously, and his whole body bounced up, but because he was wrapped in the quilt, he didn't struggle much, only his upper body swayed.Fortunately, he quickly realized who was holding him, and he didn't struggle any more. Afraid that Huan Ling's frail scholar's arms would not be able to hug him, he quickly stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck.

——The bed below is a wooden arhat bed. Although it is covered with bedding, it is also made of wood. If he is thrown from the air like this, his old waist will definitely be broken.

But unexpectedly, Huan Ling's arm was very stable, and it held him tightly even when he was struggling, not letting him slip down.And as far as the support he felt on his back and knees, those arms were actually very hard and the muscles were strong—stronger than a person who often goes to the countryside to do grassroots work in the countryside!

This unscientific!

He lived with this little brother for four years, and they used to play football, climb mountains, play swings, fly kites, skate, and ride horses together... But he doesn't lift weights, so how can he develop a healthy body with just such ordinary aerobic exercises? Such good muscles?

Until his back was hit by the bed board, Song Shi was still angry, and he simply stopped calling his senior brother, and complained to him in a low voice: "You started it just as you said, and you didn't call me in advance? Fortunately, I recognized you in time, didn't you What kind of troublemaker came to assassinate Ben Sheren, otherwise I will move my hands in a wrong way, and the two of us will have to lie on the ground together."

Huan Ling let out a laugh: "How could that be? You're not heavy. I just saw that the window didn't seem to be closed. Although it's hot here in Fujian, you should be careful. If there is an evil wind coming in through the window, it's easy to blow In the bones."

With his back to Song Shi, he knelt on the Arhat bed, closed the window tightly again, put down a thin bamboo curtain with a purple edge, walked back to the big bed, and stretched his hand inside.Song Shi thought that he was going to hug him again, so he rolled over to the side of the bed in a sit-up, waved his hands and said, "I'll just go there by myself, so I won't bother senior brother for these two steps."

Huan Ling's hand had just reached the middle of the bed, and happened to be covered by the thin quilt that he had kicked up, and seeing that he was about to get out of bed, he held him down with one hand, and grabbed the quilt with the other, saying, "Young brother is overthinking, I thought it was just now." You fell asleep, so I hugged you directly because I was afraid of alarming you. I didn’t plan to ask you to go back, after all, it’s not as comfortable as sleeping in a serious big bed. That's fine over there."

He rolled the bed quilt around his arms twice, and patted the top of Song Shi's head: "Go to sleep, it's getting late, there's still lectures tomorrow."

Wait!

Song Shi firmly refused to admit that the little senior brother was better than him, the man who was able to lead a group to climb the Great Wall seven times during the [-]th Golden Week in his previous life, and in this life, who was able to ride a horse and chase chickens, ducks and geese all over the village. He sat up long and put his arms around his shoulders. Pressing the button, he said: "Brother is also a frail scholar, how can he stand the wind coming in through the curtains?"

He also used [-]% of his strength to press, but he didn't press Huan Ling, so he secretly added more force.

This time Huan Ling finally sat down with his strength, and said with a somewhat helpless expression: "It's such a hot weather today, how can two of us sleep in the same bed? I don't feel at ease when you sleep by the window, it's still my body." It’s sturdy, it’s more suitable to sleep over there, or I’ll sleep on this pedal at night?”

No no no, the problem is not where to sleep or not to sleep.

Brother Huan Xiao is usually considerate, but at this moment he didn't realize that it was the contrast between muscles and strength that bothered him.

Song Shi couldn't bear it anymore, and said the point straight: "When the two of us lived together in the Huan family, you were also a frail scholar. How come you are so powerful after only seeing each other for a few years?"

At that time, when he sprayed more potion, this little senior brother was suffocated and pitiful, but now he is hugging a big man with two hands?

Isn't he afraid of stretching his waist?Don't your knees ring?

Huan Ling didn't expect Song Shi to mind not hugging him, but that he was stronger than him, so he couldn't help smiling: "I'm a few years older than you, and I learned riding and archery skills since I was a child, and I also went to shoot bows with my friends." The Crossbow Society has practiced bows and crossbows, so it’s not surprising that they have some strength.”

She Gong Ta, Crossbow Society... This is a society handed down from the Southern Song Dynasty, and only masters of folk martial arts can enter.It’s not just those who practice bows and arrows like the modern bow and arrow clubs. Those who can only enter the championship club. They must be able to open a strong bow and shoot a "step crossbow" that requires both feet to stand on the body of the crossbow and pull the string with both hands. Only masters are eligible to join the club.

He understood Huan Ling's personality.If he was only at the level of being able to come and go in and out of the club, he wouldn't have mentioned "Shooting the bow. Crossbow club" at all. Now if he said "practiced" in front of him, he must have practiced quite well. The heat is not much different from that of a formal member.

It is estimated that it is because he was born in a noble literati family that he cannot surrender his status and join this folk warrior association.

He also learned riding and archery in Huan's family - when he was a child, he used to ride a donkey at home, and now he can ride a horse so well, thanks to his husband who asked his family's servants to teach him.But he can also shoot a small bow, ride a horse and shoot a few foxes, rabbits, and deer, and he can't even enter the championship club that specializes in art.As for the She Gong Tread and Crossbow Society, which requires the ability to drive three-stone treads and crossbows at the minimum level... He really only came close to see it a few times during other club activities, let alone joining the club.

Brother Huan Xiao, a top student who studies every day, can actually join the Shegongta.Nu Club. He has studied the social clubs of the dynasty for so many years, but in the end he can only join the Qiyun Club, which plays football.

Of course, when it comes to romance, there is no such thing as Yuanshe.His club is not inferior to that of the junior brother, and with this identity, he can find a target one by one.Although he has no one to engage with...

Song Shi stroked his chin and sighed in disbelief: "You are so good at archery that you didn't take me to practice or show me the crossbow. You secretly practiced this muscle...strength, this Is there any brotherhood?"

Huan Ling looked at his hands, and replied with a smile: "At that time, you were quiet like a lady, and your family only liked to study in the room all day long, and didn't like to play around with my children. I thought you had no interest in these things. And you were only a few years old at that time, and you couldn’t go to such a dangerous place. The world says that a knife has no eyes, but in fact, arrows are the easiest to hurt people. A little scraping of the flesh made an opening, and the iron head It is also rusty, and it is extremely difficult to grow well, how dare I bring you into the club?"

Song Shi's eyes widened a few times, and he slapped the bed and got up on the spot: "At that time, I also played football and bombs with my seniors and did everything. Why did I become so big, so... just not interested in these?"

At the beginning, in order to earn money for writing essays, he not only actively participated in children's games, but also caught several crickets with his own hands. He almost recalled Pu Songling's "Promoting Weaving".The little brother actually said that he didn't get along with the brothers?He almost went down the river naked with these brats, okay?

He recalled the hardships of breaking into the bear boy, and he still feels sad.

Brother Huan didn't understand his mental journey, and pointed out the problem very straightforwardly: "You probably don't remember it yourself. When you first came to my house, you didn't play with us brothers very much. You only liked to read books all day long. The elders in my family saw you. Those who have passed you often praise you. But you are only when you are with the elders, you can deal with it freely, you are free and easy, and you are a bit reluctant when you are with us brothers. Huan Wen has been jealous of you these years, and I know why..."

So it was because he was so good that he became someone else's child, so he couldn't really break into the Huan family's circle of brothers?

It seems to be the same, otherwise why Huan Wen hated him so much that he came to Fujian to beat him in the face?Later, Huan Sheng was quite embarrassed when he met him, but his attitude towards him remained the same.

At least his real brother is still close, which is finally a success.

He subconsciously glanced at Huan Ling, only to see that senior brother Huan was also looking at him, his facial features were dimmed by the candlelight, but his eyes were extremely deep and bright: "Although you often played with my brothers later on, those who were loved by others You don’t even like Zhenbao’s playthings, and you are not obsessed with games that others are addicted to. Every time we play with our brothers, it’s the same as reading and doing problems. It’s just that you have to do this thing, and you use your time to do it well instead of learning from it. have fun.

"You always treat our brothers like children. Although our attitude is gentle and considerate, and we take care of others in everything we do, there is always a layer of separation, just like elders taking care of their nephews, and we cannot interact with each other as equals. These brothers in my family are talented, I am not as good as you in appearance, not as good in stature and character, and I can't be a friend, so I gradually develop resentment."

He is really good at seeing people...

Adults pretending to be children are really different from real children.But can he really think about how to play truant, how to procrastinate homework, and how to sneak out to play like a sophomore boy?

Even when he was in middle school, he never did such a thing.

Song Shi looked down at the patterns on the mattress, sighed deeply, and asked, "Why didn't senior brother complain to me and treat me so well? Sure enough, because you are better than younger brother in everything, there is no need to be jealous?"

Huan Ling was silent for a while, then slowly replied: "No, I'm just a few years older and understand more. You are the youngest, you are good at reading, and you are liked by the elders. You have the most proud capital, but you are willing to force yourself His nature follows other people's wishes, he is really sensible..."

It makes people feel pity and love, and wants him to act according to his own will, without having to bend his own will for others.He swallowed the rest of the words, threw the rolled quilt onto the opposite bed, got up and walked to the table and said, "I'll blow out the candles, you put on the quilt first."

Song Shi had been busy all day today, and was hit by him again, and he didn't want to have a sleep meeting, so he dragged the quilt and lay down.Immediately, the candlelight was extinguished, and there were trifling voices from the opposite side, and the room quickly returned to calm.

Until it was already dark, the Shanshan morning light came in through the cracks in the bamboo curtains, revealing Huan Ling's figure standing quietly by the bedside.He was already dressed neatly, lifted the gauze curtain with one hand and hung it on the golden hook, looked down at Song Shi's peaceful sleeping face, and brushed away a few strands of messy hair in front of his face.Combed the hair a few times with the fingertips, put it into the bun, and then slid the fingers along the smooth hair to the sideburns, hugging his face.

How come you sleep so soundly and don't know how to guard against people at all?

His five fingers gradually tightened, he shook Song Shi's chin, and called him in a low voice: "Shi Guaner, it's time to get up."