indescribable

Autumn·October [-]

It has been a long time since autumn, but the residual temperature of summer is still there, and the temperature is warm but not particularly hot.

But the leaves on the tree don't seem to care much about the temperature. As the seasons change, they turn golden or dark brown, and fall from the tree from time to time, covering the ground.

The leaves of the big tree that was originally used to hide from the shade in summer are almost yellow. When the wind blows, all kinds of dead leaves will fall one after another, and there will be a rain of leaves.

Chen Xiang liked this kind of scene very much, but Liu Dongze didn't seem to like it that much.

"puff……"

Chen Xiang looked at Liu Dongze and laughed unjustly.

"Don't just read the joke, help me get it off."

Liu Dongze held the violin in one hand and the bow in the other, and he really didn't have time to spare. Chen Xiang understood his difficulty, and sat up from the painting chair to help Liu Dongze solve this problem.

Liu Dongze's blond hair is not smooth, but has a natural curl at the end, and the hair is often lifted up on his head, which is very uneven, but Liu Dongze himself doesn't care about it, and it seems nothing. wrong.

But once the leaves fall on it, it is easy to be entangled by the slightly curly hair, and it cannot be shaken no matter how you shake it.

Before Chen Xiang saw Liu Dongze shaking his head and trying to shake off the leaf, he couldn't breathe out of laughter. Liu Dongze also felt ashamed and didn't continue, but asked Chen Xiang to help.

Chen Xiang agreed with a smile, and walked in the direction of Liu Dongze, but when he came to Liu Dongze, Chen Xiang looked up and felt a little unbalanced.

Liu Dongze is one year younger than Chen Xiang, but nearly a head taller than Chen Xiang.

As if seeing what Chen Xiang was thinking, Liu Dongze's face was full of complacency, if Chen Xiang could describe that smile.

One word, cheap.

Two words, I owe a beating.

"Look down."

Liu Dongze obediently lowered his head to the height where Chen Xiang could just see the top of his head, which reminded Chen Xiang of some large dogs.

Chen Xiang took off the leaf caught in the hair and threw it aside. When taking the leaf, his hands inevitably touched Liu Dongze's hair.

It was softer than he imagined, Chen Xiang couldn't help thinking, and his hands uncontrollably licked the golden hair.

Liu Dongze froze at first, and did not resist Chen Xiang, which made Chen Xiang lick Liu Dongze's hair more recklessly.

2 minutes later

"Chen Xiang, have you touched enough? My waist is very tired."

"I haven't touched enough, I want to touch it for a while."

Although he said so, Chen Xiang still withdrew his hand, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

Liu Dongze had a completely different expression. He was always smiling, but there was a black air visible to the naked eye.

"Is it fun?"

Those three words were full of threats.

"It feels good."

Chen Xiang returned with a guilty conscience, and tried to pretend not to see the blackness on Liu Dongze's face.

The consequence was that he couldn't dodge when he received a counterattack from Liu Dongze, and then both of them's hair became messy.

"Why do you hold grudges so much?"

Chen Xiang looked at this man with a funny face as he tucked his docile brown hair into a ball with great interest, and asked.

"It's called ritual exchange."

It can be seen that Liu Dongze is not generous, and the smile on his face is full of revenge.

In the end, the two looked at their masterpieces on each other's heads and couldn't help laughing.

If others saw these two messy-haired and laughing, they might start calling the mental hospital, but this place itself is rarely visited.

After laughing at the other party, it is natural to re-do the hair. Liu Dongze put the violin back into the violin case, sat down on the painting chair that Chen Xiang made, and waved to Mr. Chen Xiang at the side. .

Chen Xiang approached very cooperatively.

"Chen Xiang."

"Ok?"

"Since you messed with your hair, you are responsible for taking care of it."

In short, help with your hair.

Chen Xiang was dumbfounded by his uncle's appearance, but he still walked behind Liu Dongze to help him with his hair.

"What about me? Are you also responsible for my hair?"

"You are doing it yourself."

It means I don't have that plan.

Chen Xiang got angry, and played with his temper and pulled Liu Dongze's hair, making Liu Dongze scream. After that, Liu Dongze also admitted to helping Chen Xiang's hair.

"Hiss, it hurts, take it easy."

This guy is really hypocritical, Chen Xiang thought so, the strength in his hand was still a little lighter, carefully separated the entangled curly hair, and then gently straightened it out.

Five fingers interspersed between the hair, the golden hair has a warmth, I don't know if it is the temperature of the hair itself or Liu Dongze's body temperature.

"Chen Xiang"

The uncle spoke again.

"what happened again?"

Chen Xiang asked angrily, such an old man is so hypocritical.

"My scalp is numb right now."

"........."

Obviously, the strength is too light.

Not a head massage!

Chen Xiang tried his best to suppress the urge to hit someone in his heart.

"Sure enough, men are still not good at meticulous work..."

Hearing Liu Dongze's exclamation, Chen Xiang felt that his hand moved down uncontrollably, trying to grab Liu Dongze's neck, and then seemed to think of something to stop him.

"Then find your girlfriend."

"girlfriend?"

Looking at Liu Dongze's expression, Chen Xiang knew that he was wrong.

Seeing that Liu Dongze's hair was finally straightened out, Chen Xiang lifted Liu Dongze up and sat back on the painting chair by himself. Liu Dongze, who was standing beside him, also consciously began to cut Chen Xiang's hair.

"Did you misunderstand something?"

"I thought you were interested in the girl who sent you a love letter last time."

Chen Xiang didn't even notice that when he said this, there was a sour taste in his tone.

Liu Dongze didn't hold back his smile at all when he heard this, he laughed heartily, until Chen Xiang turned his head and glared at Liu Dongze with idiot eyes before Liu Dongze regained his strength and continued to cut Chen Xiang's hair.

"Didn't I refuse? The whole class knows it, don't you know?"

"I'm out of information."

Chen Xiang couldn't figure it out, what's so funny about this.

"I returned the love letter after we went back that day, and you didn't hear the others crying for a while?"

"........."

Not at all, Chen Xiang sat on the seat and packed his things when he went back that day, thinking that he had lost something, and didn't pay attention to other things.

Chen Xiang's hair was different from Liu Dongze's, it was not curly, but smooth. Liu Dongze managed to straighten it without much effort, and tried to make Chen Xiang look in the mirror to see how his workmanship was.

"What kind of craftsmanship is there?"

Rejecting Liu Dongze's inexplicable request, he put away his painting tools and prepared to leave.

Liu Dongze kindly freed one hand to help Chen Xiang carry something, but Chen Xiang was not polite at all, and directly handed him the drawing board.

Liu Dongze held the drawing board, looked at the painting on it, and praised it from the bottom of his heart.

"This man is so handsome."

Chen Xiang didn't even want to complain anymore.

"Isn't it you? Stop being narcissistic and go."

On the canvas, Liu Dongze is playing the violin, his face is still a bit rough and has not had time to make up, but the tenderness in his eyes seems to overflow.

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