spring dream

047

The camp bed stood alone in the corner, never used again.

Wen Qi didn't like taking naps when he was a child, but now Xiao Er has developed this habit and always takes a short nap at noon.Normally, he fell asleep very quickly, but now, lying on Xiao Er's chest, he muttered and didn't know what he was talking about.

"Still not sleeping yet, it's almost past time." Xiao E asked in a low voice, taking Wen Qi into his arms.

Wen Qi blinked hard: "If you lie beside me, if I can still sleep, wouldn't it be embarrassing for you?"

Xiao Er carefully understood the logic of this sentence, smiled, and raised his hand to grab two fistfuls on his heart.

Wen Qi supported the bed with his elbows, moved his body upwards, put his lips next to Xiao Er's ear, and murmured softly with his eyes closed.It took seven or eight times for Xiao Er to hear clearly that Wen Qi was reading his own name, murmured tirelessly fifty or sixty times with his arms around his neck, and finally fell asleep.

Xiao Er wrapped his arms around his waist and put his other hand behind his head, willingly, letting Wen Qi, who was lying on his body, breathe steadily and drive his heartbeat.

Usually in the afternoon, Wen Qi basically stays at home in the kung fu room, and Xiao Er goes to the boxing gym for a while in his free time.Just a few steps out of Zhalan Street with his gloves in hand, Xiao Er stood on the side of the road and sighed. Xiao Er turned to the person who was about to stick him and said, "Come out lazily, Sister Fang won't tell you?"

"As long as I put you in front of Sister Fang, she will agree to whatever I say." With a proud tone, Wen Qi took two steps forward and stood side by side with Xiao Er, with five fingers stretched out from under the wide cuffs of his coat, and pulled him up to hang over his body. side hand.

There was something hard between his fingers, and Xiao Er looked down. On the ring finger of Wen Qi's right hand, there was the enamel-painted phoenix silver ring in his purse.

Turning around an intersection, a few sycamores were planted along the street, half green and half red leaves falling with the wind, sparse light slowly flowing through the gaps in the branches. There is such a scene in "Suolin Bag", the scene of "Spring and Autumn Pavilion", "Xue Xiangling" is sitting in a sedan chair, dressed in bright and warm clothes, singing with a smile, "Give me a branch of coral treasure, and let her live in the phoenix nest for half a lifetime." ".

Wen Qi's side face was illuminated by the light, and there was a shallow dimple next to the corner of his upturned lips. He sang peacefully, jumping up and down on the curb.

In front of him was the bustling and tortuous street, with cars speeding by, Xiao Er couldn't hear the commotion, only a touching voice flowed into his heart like a clear spring.

How much I wish time could stop here, Xiao Er thought, as the temperature gradually cooled, he asked: "There is still a distance to the boxing gym, how about taking a taxi?"

Wen Qi shook his head. Although it was the street scene he was most familiar with, he wanted to spend more time with the people around him: "Let's walk slowly."

The decoration of the boxing gym has not changed much, with the same luxurious style. Wen Qi is sitting on a rubber chair in front of the solid red pillar, separated from the ring where Xiao Er is by more than a dozen black and white floor tiles.

Taking off his shoes and socks, and going barefoot, Xiao Er stretched his arms, and with a "click", Wen Qi squinted his eyes and retracted his neck, subconsciously touching his arm.

Moving his whole body, Xiao Er put on his gloves, tied them with ropes, fought with both hands, and raised his eyes to signal to his opponent.It was the same brawny man who had been training with him before, the most powerful boxer in the boxing gym, both sides hugged their heads, the rubber ground rubbed against each other and made a few sharp sounds, lingering, probing, and attacking unexpectedly, Xiao Er raised his fist, tensed his muscles, and With the strength of his arms, he avoided the strong man's head attack, dived down, turned around, pulled out a beautiful arc, and hit the opponent's rib with a hook.

Wen Qi clenched his right hand tightly, following Xiao Er's movements, the small universe in his body burst out, his blood boiled, he was excited, and waved twice in the air.

Xiao Er arched his back, his muscular muscles were well-defined, his fists protected his face, and he defended steadily and firmly. With a sliding step under his feet, he instantly shortened the safety distance and created a very close and absolutely dominant position. The straight line jab, continuous attack, the strong man kept stepping back, hit the rope, and missed the opportunity to counterattack.

Having practiced for so many years, the last few battles have been with the same person, Xiao Er has long been familiar with the strong man's usual boxing method.The wound on his body is a man's medal, with paint on his chest and waist. He gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed, and the elastic cord tightened. Changing steps, stepping right and standing firmly, the center of gravity tilted, taking the waist as the axis, and the left fist he swung was full of strength. , No more fights, no more fights."

It was difficult for the inflated aura to fall back in a short time, and the arrogance was still burning in Xiao Er's eyes. He took a deep breath reluctantly, and sneered: "The food is too bad recently?"

"Master Xiao, it's true that you are different from usual." The strong man leaned against the fence, sweat glistening on the ground, "It stands to reason that we are familiar with each other's moves and styles of play, and we will definitely not be able to outwit each other when we fight against each other." , can only be head-to-head."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and tried his best to say a complete sentence coherently: "If you want to let it go, we can both carry it through brute force. Today, it's obvious." The strong man joked, "You're on a stimulant."

That's right, I really ate it.Xiao Er took off his gloves and stretched his sore and sore knuckles. As long as Wen Qi was around, he could immediately get excited no matter when and where.

The overhead light of the boxing gym cast a dazzling white, Xiao Er bit the elastic cord of the other glove with his teeth, Wen Qi stared at his slender neck, slightly protruding chest muscles, thin waist, and shiny back. The sweat tickled his bones, and his face was wet.

Wen Qi froze for a moment, and rubbed his hand to his chin, a pool of red startled.

"What's going on?" Xiao Er raised the rope, jumped off the ring, dropped his gloves and ran towards Wen Qi, surrounded by hormonal heat in an instant, Wen Qi looked at him, wiped his nose again, as if he Just flowed more.

Xiao Er blocked his nostrils with paper, put on his clothes in twos and twos, carried Wen Qi on his back and ran downstairs, standing on the side of the road anxiously to stop the taxi.He kept muttering: "The air conditioner in the boxing gym is turned on too high, is it hot without taking off the coat? Or is it because the Chinese medicine has been greatly tonic recently, and the nutrition is too much? Or..."

Wen Qi covered his mouth, made a muffled nasal sound, shyly pressed his cheek to his, and rubbed Xiao Er's ear and said, "Can't you be the one who is handsome?"