Mythical First Love Handbook

Yang Yi's eyes kept falling on Si Shaoliu's cheek.

nice?What's so good about it?

Is it beautiful?Is it talking about his hands, or complimenting his face.

It seems to be both, and it seems to be neither.

Perhaps, he was just boasting about the moonlight tonight.After all... he was a drunk.The words of a drunk have always been untrustworthy.He is a drunk, his surname is Yang and his name is Yi, so it seems that anything he says at any time is credible.

They are really two big fools, they are so stupid when they get so close and talk so intimately.One or two, heartbeat, unconscious.

Si Shaoliu boldly asked, "What looks good?"

Yang Yi looked at him fixedly, just smiled, but didn't answer.Instead, he said, "Zhaozhao, you seldom call me by name."

What can I call you.

Yang Yi teased him with a smile: "My uncle."

Yang Yi's body smelled of alcohol, and Si Shaoliu also felt intoxicated.So he lowered his eyes, his ink-like pupils were full of Yang Yi, and there was something heavy inside that was about to be waterlogged and overflowing.

"Yang Yi."

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and corrected him: "Yang Yang."

"Oh, Yang Yang."

After Si Shaoliu finished yelling, Yang Yi felt something was wrong again, and he couldn't laugh or cry and said, "It's wrong, it's wrong, call me Uncle."

This time Si Shaoliu didn't listen to him anymore, and smiled foolishly: "Yang Yang."

"It's uncle."

"Yang Yang."

"Call Uncle."

"Yang Yang."

The two of them seemed to be rejuvenated, lost their age, and became three-year-old babies.Just repeating such a boring and childish thing over and over again, repeating a sentence several times, but still full of interest.

Yang Yi was very helpless: "Be good and take care of yourself, call me uncle, okay? It sounds nice, my uncle will take you to eat tea and listen to books tomorrow."

Si Shaoliu pursed his lips, struggled for a moment, bent down, and whispered softly into his ear, "Yang Yang."

He always draws out the ending sound, which is light and soft, with a nasal sound, and he hums it like a spoiled child.It's very beautiful.

Yang Yi stopped breathing and became short of breath again and again.I feel itching in my ears, and it affects my whole body, and I just want Zhaozhao to scream again so that he can be scratched.

So, he couldn't help but coax him: "It's still not right, call me uncle."

"Yang...槊..."

Si Shaoliu dragged his tune and smiled in his ear: "Yang Yang, Yang Yang, Yang Yang..."

He kept calling, as if Yang Yi would not stop if he didn't agree.But Yang Yi felt that the flames in his heart were burning hot, and he was so hot that he felt refreshed from head to toe.I wish Si Shaoliu would not stop for the rest of his life.

But he was afraid that he would be tired of taking pictures, so he had no choice but to agree: "Okay, okay... I'm here, I'm here."

Si Shaoliu was tired and couldn't breathe before he stopped.He panted for a while, and his strength was relieved, but his heartbeat was still beating like a drum.

"From now on, I'll call you that all the time, okay?"

Yang Yi pinched his cheek: "It's fine, it's fine. You can call it whatever you like."

Then I still want to call you "Lang Jun", "Brother Yang" and "Brother Yang".No way.You can't hear me.

Yang Yi said he was waking up for a while, but in the end he got up until Si Shaoliu's legs were numb.

It was already late at night, and Si Shaoliu felt that every time he ate with Yang Yi, it should not be called dinner, but supper.Fortunately, butler Zhong loved him very much, and he refilled dim sum and soup four times a day, so he couldn't be hungry no matter what.

Yang Yi was very drunk today, butler Zhong was serving dinner outside, and Si Shaoliu was worried and went inside to help Yang Yi change his clothes.Let's talk about taking a bath tomorrow. After soaking in hot water, you should be drunk.

It was already midnight when we said goodbye to each other and went back to our room to rest.

Si Shaoliu lay on his side on the bed, shrinking himself into a cooked prawn.Really tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night.

I thought about it a lot, and my thoughts went back and forth, none of them overlapped, but they were all the same.All are Yang Yi, all are Yang Yi.

From the first time I saw it, I am familiar with it today.After thinking about it one by one, his thoughts diverged, weaving a net to catch him tightly, and he couldn't break free no matter what.Sad for a while, happy for a while, worrying about gains and losses, and thinking about it.

How I hope you like me, but I can't make you like me on purpose.

Si Shaoliu grabbed his hand, and the skin between his fingers seemed to still have a damp heat.He didn't know what he was nervous about, he put his hand to his lips tremblingly, following the traces of Yang Yi's touch, his lips trembled, knowing that something was wrong, but he still couldn't control his heart bouncing around.Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips on it.

In the next instant, they separated quickly, and Nao's neck was completely red.There are ghosts in my heart, and I have a guilty conscience in everything I do.Si Shaoliu hugged the quilt and rolled over as if losing his mind, rolling out of the bed with the quilt rumbling.

He lay on his stomach with a dull face, his face buried in the quilt.After lying on the ground for a while in a daze, he finally realized, and crawled back to the bed with the quilt in his arms.

Who is Yang Yi?

my sweetheart.

you like him?

I like him.

You can't like him.

No!I can!

Si Shaoliu put his arms around the quilt and murmured to himself: "I can." It seemed to cheer him up, but also seemed to brainwash himself to make up his mind, "There is nothing wrong with liking someone. The difference in status or age is nothing wrong." Wrong. It's just that I just can't make him like me on purpose. But I haven't, never thought of luring him."

The little boy blushed, "I'm not the bewitching monster written in the book, nor are those romantic beauties. I have some ability to lure him. But he... But if he... just... thinks I'm good ..."

The young man has no memory, just fell under the bed, and now kicks the quilt unconsciously.

How did he know that the vixen, the charming, the beautiful woman, in Yang Yi's place, are not as effective as a young and well-behaved little scholar like him.

He was kicking the quilt in this room, and Yang Yi woke up from the wine next to him, and was also lying straight, unable to fall asleep.My mind is full of that little boy.

His photos are clean, delicate and beautiful like a little fairy.When it landed on the ground, it was still like moonlight, spotless and bright.

This world is too lively, the hustle and bustle makes people feel irritable and has a headache, as if there is no place that is pure and quiet.

But according to different.He was always so quiet and so wholehearted when he was doing something.He sat next to him while taking photos and drawing pictures. At that time, the wind was peaceful, the light was also peaceful, and he felt extremely at ease.

Yang Yi turned over and sighed inwardly, as expected, he is the son of God of War Yuan Yang and God of War Si Chen, and the apprentice of Wen Qu Xing.Little gods are little gods, and they still have the effect of clearing their hearts and calming their spirits when they descend to the mortal world.

Two big fools.

On the second day, Yang Yi kept his promise and took Master Si out of the house.

I arrived at a teahouse by car, the teahouse had two floors above and below, and I heard the sound of the storyteller clapping outside.Walk in and have a look, most of the tables on the first floor are full, and the waiter is busy, the business is very good.As soon as Yang Yi came, a little girl came over to entertain him, and he called him the third master, so he knew him.Yang Yi led Si Shaoliu straight up to the second floor, and sat in the private seat separated by a screen.

Si Shaoliu watched curiously as the master made the tea soup.I saw the master holding the bowl with one hand, and lifting the copper pot with the other. The spout of the pot was tilted downward, and the boiling water fell into the bowl in a silver light.There were many things in the bowl, Si Shaoliu could barely recognize raisins, brown sugar, white sugar, walnuts and other things.After a while, the water is full, and the tea soup will be cooked.It looks mushy.

The master went downstairs with a large copper pot with a long mouth.Si Shaoliu took a sip of the tea soup, it was fragrant, sweet and smooth, very delicious.

Yang Yi peeled a candied chestnut and stuffed it into Si Shaoliu's mouth, very smoothly.

Si Shaoliu chewed the chestnuts and looked at him sideways.

She was already fair, and the soft flesh on her face hadn't faded away, so it was amazing to look at the bulging side of her cheek with a chestnut in her mouth.With a handsome appearance, a pair of clear and ignorant eyes, innocent and well-behaved when looking at you, all eyes are you.

Yang Yi was watched by him so that the cluster of fire in his heart was crackling, and it was so hot that it was about to go to the sky.

What is meant by turning a hundred refined steels into soft fingers, is this person at this very moment.

"Is it sweet?"

Si Shaoliu grew up with rules, and his every move is very elegant and polite.He had to swallow all the food in his mouth before he spoke: "Sweet. The one I tasted was very sweet."

Yang Yi peeled off another one and fed him with his own hands: "Taste it for my uncle, is this sweet or not."

Si Shaoliu ate another one, and then came to a conclusion: "Sweet."

So Yang Yi became addicted to peeling chestnuts, another Se Si Shao flowed into his mouth, fingertips again and again, intentionally or unintentionally touched Si Shao Liu's soft lips: "Sweet, do you like it?"

Si Shaoliu nodded, swallowed the chestnuts and whispered, "I like it."

"Eat more if you like it. Uncle will peel it for you." Yang Yi seemed to be waiting for his words, and when Si Shaoliu answered, he immediately said.

It seems that he has made so many foreshadowings and tried every means to lure the little white rabbit into the bait, and his only wish in the end is to peel sugar-fried chestnuts for his photo for the rest of his life.

Si Shaoliu didn't like that he always called himself uncle, so he grabbed two chestnuts and said, "Yang Li, you eat. I can peel them myself."

Yang Yi held him down: "Our Zhaozhao's hand is not for this kind of thing."

Si Shaoliu couldn't understand, the hands were not used for doing things, but for what to do.

He didn't have time to ask in the future, when suddenly someone came in with a small teapot around the screen, and smiled before saying anything: "Third Master, what a coincidence."

Yang Yi heard the sound, and the noise of Fanchen surrounded him again.He smiled: "Master Zeng is in a good mood today, are you listening to the book?"

He is an acquaintance of Yang Yi in business.Si Shaoliu lowered his head and concentrated on dealing with Lizi.As soon as he got started, he found that the chestnut shell that broke into two halves in Yang Yi's hands was like an iron wall to him.

Yang Yi can peel one at a time, the flesh is intact and the skin is not broken.And he...

Si Shaoliu looked at the shredded chestnut meat under his hands...it doesn't matter if he doesn't say anything.

Yang Yi and that great master seemed to be laughing, chatting speculatively.But Si Shaoliu could also hear the smell.

When Yang Yi saw other people, he seemed to be a different person.Si Shaoliu couldn't say exactly what it looked like.It's just that he has long legs crossed, and there is an indescribable aura all over his body.

It's not like the pure gentleness in front of Si Shaoliu, and it's not like the evil spirit and blood smell all over his body when he returned from the battlefield that day.It's more like a tiger, covered in sheep's clothing, but it can't hide its sharp claws.

It's really strange to say this, but it really gave Si Shaoliu such a feeling.Yang Yi's blade is hidden under a skin that can be broken with a single poke.He looks approachable, but if you get too close, you will be cut by his knife and bleed.

There are a lot of twists and turns in the two words, and he always talks about him from left to right, and never mentions the main point.Yang Yi also walked around with him patiently, pretending to chat.The Master Zeng said with a smile that Yang Yiqian paid a lot of money to buy paintings, and he also wanted to be arty.They talked about opera again, saying that Yang Yi is an expert, and he can tell whether the opera is good or not when he hears it.

Speaking of Si Yuanzhao again.Yang Yi only mentioned relatives, but did not discuss further.That Master Zeng was very obedient, praised Si Shaoliu a few words, then turned around and said something else.

In the end, he said: "Third Master, they are all imported products, and those that can make a lot of money are good deals, don't you think?"

He finally couldn't hide it and revealed his true purpose.Yang Yi's face turned cold, and he sneered: "Master Zeng, Mr. Yang likes to drink a few sips of wine. Alcohol has been drunk for most of his life, and he can't quit. You are an imported product... Take it It’s not worth the wine money to change it.”

"You're joking, the whole of Beiping, if you can't drink wine, then all of us have gone to drink the Northwest Wind. The embassy community..."

"Master Zeng." Yang Yi interrupted him, the stars in his eyes shone with a cold edge, like the light of a sword with a three-foot green blade.

Yang Yi is a general, the number one god of war who was killed in the sea of ​​blood and corpses.That Zeng Ye was finally invited out by Yang Yi with a few words.Naturally, he said that he would invite wine next time and gather together again.In fact, they have their own thoughts again.

Seeing Yang Yi's cold expression, Si Shaoliu hurriedly held the slightly larger pulp that he had finally picked out from a pile of debris, and brought them all to Yang Yi: "Yang Li, try it."

In an instant, the clouds disappeared and the rain disappeared, and it was another innocent world.