Ride boat

The weather is getting colder, the leaves are thinning, and the concrete floor in the school is getting harder and harder to walk on.Zheng Xiaozhou buried his face in the jacket of his jacket, complaining in his heart.For some reason recently, Qiyuan has become popular with such things as assault jackets, which are worn by men, women, and children, regardless of whether there is a need for an assault.Just buy it, the key is still pink, Zheng Xiuyi is purely tired of wearing it and wants to buy a new one, so she throws her own to her son.

People are under the roof.

Zheng Xiaozhou shook his head, sighed, and walked towards the teaching building, only to find a small head protruding from the fence as usual, his ears were red from the cold, and he was looking at him with piercing eyes.

Zheng Xiaozhou clicked his tongue twice, strolled over, stretched out his hand, and flicked a resounding slap on his white and tender forehead.Since I took him to wash his hands and face that day, the child has never been dirty again. The child is not big, but he is sensitive, and he is afraid of being disgusted by others.The letter from that day was completely lost. It had been more than a month without any news. Zheng Xiaozhou planned to take the child to the police station when he was on holiday again. Zheng Xiuyi was afraid of the police, and Zheng Xiaozhou knew it.His mother always has some characteristics that are different from ordinary people, such as wearing a pink jacket for her son.

"Is it cold? Run here every day." Zheng Xiaozhou frowned and looked at the cotton clothes on his body, which seemed to have been worn for ten years.

Aran stared at him steadfastly, shaking his head, maybe the clothes on Xiaozhou's body were too bright, which made the child a little uncomfortable and unfamiliar.

"How is your grandfather?" Zheng Xiaozhou asked.

"...here", Aran raised his hand suddenly, and a black plastic bag jumped over the fence.Zheng Xiaozhou quickly caught it, it was very heavy, the child has been carrying it for so long without saying a word.When he opened it, Zheng Xiaozhou was stunned, it was full of woodcuts.He took one out and found that it was carved with a boat.It was a very ordinary canoe, lying heavily in the hand, with a pointed end and pointed tail. There was a small figure in the canoe, hidden under one side of the wooden board.

It's not a very fine wood, but it's well carved.

Zheng Xiaozhou looked at the child in surprise, and laughed out loud, "Oh? You did this? You know this?"

Aran looked at him a little shyly, and said softly, "Like...like..."

Zheng Xiaozhou raised his gift to his lips and kissed it loudly before putting it back into the bag. He pressed two fingers on his lips and blew another small kiss. The dimples came out, which looked real. happy.

Aran was stunned.He hesitantly imitated Zheng Xiaozhou's movements, put his tiny fingers to his mouth, and took a small mouthful.

Zheng Xiaozhou laughed out loud.He rubbed Aran's head vigorously. "brat."

A Ran likes Zheng Xiaozhou's physical contact very much.I like Brother Xiaozhou touching his head.The way he expresses his liking is still very simple, childish handmade gifts, strict imitation, and a smile with closed eyes and wrinkled nose.

He wanted to be with Brother Xiaozhou every day.He wanted Brother Xiaozhou to be with him all the time.Be alone with yourself.

The elder brother accepted his gift, but interrupted what he was about to say.

Grandpa said that there is a price to be paid for receiving gifts from others.All he wanted was for his brother to be with him all the time.

He engraved many things for his brother, all of which were gifts from his brother.Chocolate, leaves, beef noodles, white rabbit toffee, thick socks, thermal underwear, story books.He carved it out and gave it back to his brother. This is the price he paid.

That small boat was extra, not the price, but a gift from myself.

Brother Xiaozhou hasn't paid the price yet.

Brother Xiaozhou left.

A Ran watched Zheng Xiaozhou in a pink jacket rushing back to the classroom, his hands stiff from the cold clutching the iron fence tightly.The smile on his face had disappeared completely, and he stared gloomyly in the direction of the teaching building.

The passing teacher raised his head inadvertently and almost broke out in a cold sweat. The child was attached to the fence, like a kid trapped behind a prison, and his eyes looked like a beast.Just staring at it like that, without blinking.

Zheng Xiaozhou happily returned to class with a bag of small logs for evening self-study. On the podium, Yu Wei opened his notebook and typed with his fingers like flying fingers, while Zhe Qing concentrated on writing questions next to him.Zheng Xiaozhou took out one by one to look at it, and found that it was all the things he gave to the child, and he carved them all carefully.Can't help laughing, this kid is too careful.

Zheng Xiaozhou was most annoyed by the self-study, because they were all top students, and the whole class was silent, full of the sound of nibs nibbling the roll paper.Zheng Xiaozhou felt that the chair was piercing his butt, the table was pinching his wrists, and the space was so small that his chest was stuffy. It was unpleasant to stay there. He felt like a silkworm chrysalis until the class was over, so he stood up quickly and kicked the green stool, "I'm going out."

Zhe Qing remained motionless.

Zheng Xiaozhou's heart was on fire, and he stretched out his hand to take off his earphones, but accidentally touched his ear, and his ocher green ear, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, trembled suddenly, blood stained the auricle, and burned all the way to his neck.

Zhe Qing didn't turn her head, but her hand precisely grasped Zheng Xiaozhou's wrist.

"Fuck me?" Zheng Xiaozhou laughed angrily. He leaned over and pressed close to Zhe Qing's face, squinting his eyes and biting his ear, "Why are you arresting me? Isn't it annoying me?"

Zheng Xiaozhou saw the red burnt to Zheqing's face, Zheqing tried to calm down and wanted to let go, but Zheng Xiaozhou held her back.His rascal appearance came out again, he clasped Zheqing's hand forcibly behind the desk, interlaced his fingers with all his might, Zheqing retreated like a frightened rabbit, the force is mutual, the bones of both of them will be crushed Crushed.Zheng Xiaozhou's strength was unexpectedly strong, and Zhe Qing struggled a few times symbolically, but then he let go of his strength, so he just held it like that.

A trace of embarrassment emerged.

Zheng Xiaozhou coughed and let go of his hands and sat back. He stretched his waist against the wall without a straight face, and complained, "It's been a class, and the mother still won't let me go out. I'm sick." .”

Zhe Qing saw a small smear of white skin leaking from his waist, and his Adam's apple moved, and said calmly, "You can't smoke."

Zheng Xiaozhou became irritable when he heard it, and kicked the ocher chair hard, "It's none of your business whether I smoke or not!"

Zhe Qing put on the earphones and continued to work on the questions.

"Fucking and pretending to be a grandson? You fucking have the guts to fight me!" Zheng Xiaozhou was so angry that he was most annoyed by being ignored by others, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of the green school uniform, making a poor zipper The chest collapsed, and he opened his arms with a snap, and the inside was actually naked.

Zheng Xiaozhou was dumbfounded.They sat in the last row, but the small get out of class was relatively quiet after class. The movement just now had attracted the attention of many people. The ocher green and strong upper body was exposed so big, and many eyes focused on them. After the silence, chattering began.

"...I don't know." Zheng Xiaozhou's face turned blue, he took off his coat and threw it over, not daring to look at the blue face.

It's okay for you guys to show your shoulders.

...It's all right.

For the remaining two classes, Zheng Xiaozhou was as quiet as a chicken.

Zhe Qing put on Zheng Xiaozhou's school uniform as if nothing had happened, and never turned the page of the paper she wrote.

There was a smell of Safeguard soap on Zheng Xiaozhou's clothes, as well as Zheng Xiaozhou's own smell.

Zhe Qing pulled the zipper to the top calmly, sniffing Zheng Xiaozhou's scent greedily.

The owner of the clothes stared at the first emperor whose breasts had been scribbled on the history books, his gaze began to wander, and finally he fell on his arm in a drowsy state, his face unconsciously turned to Zheqing, his mouth was still sucking, As if not weaned, his jaw moved slightly.

Zheng Xiaozhou has an appetite.

When he was a child, Zheng Xiuyi wanted to slap him whenever he sucked his mouth, but after so many years, he still didn't get slapped.

Zhe Qing looked at his squirming red mouth, a little bit of glistening saliva seeped into the corner of his mouth.The ocher ghost reached out his hand out of nowhere, and pressed his thumb on his plump lower lip, but he unconsciously sucked it into his mouth.

His tongue was moving flexibly, his mouth was like some kind of moist and hot organ, soft and affectionate, and his fingers were numb when he sucked it.

so tight.

Zhe Qing's body froze, he slowly lowered his head, and realized that he was stiff.

hard.

A big bag.

The people around were writing their homework, and there were low voices of questions. The podium was empty, and Yu Wei had just gone out to talk on the phone.

Zhe Qing carefully pulled out her finger, and saw that it was shining brightly, which was very conspicuous under the incandescent lamp in the classroom. It was covered in red, and there were shallow teeth marks on the root of the finger.

Zhe Qing looked directly at the paper, raised his hand to his mouth to pretend to be thinking, and gently stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it.

Zheng Xiaozhou ate corn candy again.

The kind of hard and small, shaped like corn, sugar.

So sweet.

When Zhe Qing licked his fingers, he didn't realize that Zheng Xiaozhou had woken up in a daze, and Zhe Qing froze with a playful oops in his ear.

A hand that was reddened slowly stretched out, like a monster, it precisely pressed on the bulging tent between his legs, and held it meaningfully.

What's more terrible is that Zheng Xiaozhou leaned over, holding a history book, as if discussing a topic with his left hand, he put a very conspicuous, red question mark on the crotch of the miserable Emperor Shihuang who had been graffitied.

His scalding breath penetrated into the ocher's ear canal as if it had a substance, and it burrowed in sensitively like a bug, scratching it for a while.

"It's hard. Brother Qing."

The fountain pen in Zhe Qing's hand was cracked, and the plastic case clicked.

The elastic band of the school uniform's sweatpants snapped, and a thin and hot hand slipped in like a snake.It stretched out a finger, and the cool fingertips slid down the stem at a very mentally irritating speed, causing the hard thing to rise even more, and even jumped up slightly sensitively.

That hand ignored it, but wandered lingeringly around the center of the leg, tightly holding the troubled wrist with reddish brown eyes, white, thin, and hard.Like jade, delicate.The wrist is bound, but the fingers are still moving.

"beg me."

Zhe Qing closed her eyes forcefully, suppressed her throat with all her strength, her chest rose and fell, and her breathing was chaotic.

"Please." Zheng Xiaozhou's lips parted slightly, behind the moist lips, there were faintly silvery white teeth, as cunning as a small animal.

Zhe Qing's lips were tightly pressed together, dripping with sweat.

Zheng Xiaozhou grinned, snorted, and pulled the thing out of his sweatpants all at once.

They sat by the window, in the far left corner of the classroom. The two rows of people on Zhe Qing’s right had asked for leave and were empty. The back door and windows were wiped clean. If someone passed by and took a look inside...

Zheng Xiaozhou stared at his bleeding earlobe, which was thin and transparent, very similar to his own.He leaned over with a smile, wrapped his mouth around his earlobe, sucked it carefully, then raised his chin to bite and lick his almost transparent auricle, rubbed it deeply and shallowly with his hands, and put it on.

"No. [-] scholar, are you cool?" Zheng Xiaozhou looked at him with raised eyes.

"Still coming out?" Zheng Xiaozhou tilted his head pretending to be distressed, and asked aggrievedly, "You don't want me to give you a mouth, do you?"

Zhe Qing froze suddenly, opened his closed eyes in an instant, and looked at him in disbelief, as if he had seen such a brazen person for the first time in his life.

Zheng Xiaozhou snorted in surprise, and whispered, "I really want to? Then I'll go down and pick up a pen..."

Zheqing controlled him with a red face, and ejaculated in despair.

"Tsk," Zheng Xiaozhou's eyes drifted away from his face, and the right corner of his mouth twitched, "garbage."

Zheqing watched Zheng Xiaozhou put the milky white bodily fluid in his hands to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then touched Zheqing's sleeve with a look of disgust, and muttered, "Fuck, I thought the champion would smell better..."

Zhe Qing was silent for a moment, looked down at the obvious white turbidity on the sleeves of the black school uniform, and smiled slightly.

This is Zheng Xiaozhou's school uniform.

Zhe Qing calmly packed her pants, took a sip of water and continued to study.

When get out of class was over, Zheng Xiaozhou rushed to wash his hands, maybe because he was in a good mood, Zhe Qing didn't stop him this time.

Zheng Xiaozhou visited the teacher's bathroom on the fourth floor again.Turn on the faucet to wash your hands while looking at yourself in the mirror, doing what many people do sneakily in their bathrooms — humming like a superstar.

Zheng Xiaozhou listened to a Cantonese song in the store two days ago, by Eason Chan, the name is quite interesting, it's called Stockholm Lover.Zheng Xiuyi finally stopped playing songs from more than ten years ago, which made him very relieved.

Zheng Xiaozhou took out cheap cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, tilted his head and took one in his mouth, pressed his eyebrows and lit the fire. After class for three nights, almost all the teachers left. He was used to smoking here at this time. It was tasteless and quiet. .

Zheng Xiaozhou moved his neck, and began to pose in various poses, sometimes covering his forehead with his elbows and stroking the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and showing that kind of indifferent eyes, singing in a low voice with smoke rings, imagining that he is A very powerful big brother with hundreds of thousands of younger brothers.

Zheng Xiaozhou and the head teacher in the mirror stared wide-eyed.

Whoever swallows first loses.

"Hey, Brother Yu," Zheng Xiaozhou secretly pinched out his cigarette, and greeted him with a smile, "Come to the toilet yourself."

Yu Wei didn't smile, took off his glasses, and put them in his coat pocket slowly, not afraid of scratching them.

"What are you doing in class?" Yu Wei took off her glasses, and she seemed to be a different person all of a sudden, with sharp eyelashes and pupils as dark as the muzzle of a gun.Zheng Xiaozhou couldn't help feeling guilty when he stared at him, and he wanted to fool him with a haha.

"Zheng Xiaozhou."

Zheng Xiaozhou showed a tangled expression, and spread his hands innocently, "Learn history and discuss issues with the number one scholar."

Yu Wei was much taller than him, casting a shadow when he approached, Zheng Xiaozhou suddenly felt that the fourth floor was a bit too quiet, only the bathroom was lit on the whole floor, and every door outside was tightly closed, he The sound of breathing can be heard.

"Remember that you are a student, right?" Yu Wei slightly lowered her head and looked down at him, her tone was gentle, but her hand firmly clenched Zheng Xiaozhou's right hand, which was wet with traces just after washing.

"We all know what this hand did," Yu Wei said gently, "After all, the fishy smell hasn't dissipated yet."

Zheng Xiaozhou chuckled, he glanced at Yu Wei indifferently, broke away from him impatiently, and sat on the sink with his arms propped up, his legs dangling loosely, as if he was intimacy and bullying, He reached out and patted Yu Wei's cheek.

"Teacher, are you envious?"

Yu Wei: I saw it from the back window.

Uncle: Mr. Yu, let's make krypton gold.

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