Lou Chengling Li Teenage Dream

21

"Uncle, did you bring me my little pillow?" Ah Cheng rummaged through a box.

Ling Yuan frowned, looked at him helplessly and said, "That little pillow is already like that, do you want to keep it?"

After hearing what he said, Ah Cheng immediately shouted nervously: "Uncle, you must have thrown it away! No way, I like that little pillow, it's only in tatters that it's comfortable!"

Ling Yuan sighed, walked to the corner, looked at the serial numbers of several boxes, kicked one of them, and said, "Of course it's impossible to throw it away for you, here it is, if you leave it here, let's wash it someday." .” After finishing speaking, he folded two boxes and carried them upstairs.

"Hey, I got it!" Ah Cheng skipped over a few boxes, found a little faded yellow pillow, threw it up, and cheered happily.

"What's so happy about it?"

Ah Cheng followed the prestige and saw that Mingtai was walking towards them in casual clothes with his hands in his pockets.Mingtai has been tall since he was a child, and now he has grown to 182 in the summer of his second year of high school, which is about to catch up with Minglou.

Ah Cheng threw him with the pillow in his hand, and said with a smile: "My little master, he didn't come until this hour, whoever patted his chest yesterday said he would come to help us move at 6 o'clock."

The pillow was thrown a bit too hard, Mingtai raised his hand but failed to catch it, and Ah Cheng really didn't expect that he would not be able to catch it, seeing his beloved little pillow was about to fall to the ground, Ah Cheng's heart was raised in his throat.

Following a smooth parabola, a person suddenly walked up quickly behind Mingtai, bent slightly, stretched out his hand, and firmly received the pillow in his hand.

"Brother, you are here too." Ah Cheng looked at Minglou who suddenly appeared in surprise, wearing a rare casual suit, and his hair was not tied tightly with hairspray. Ah Cheng smacked his lips and recalled how long ago he saw Guo Minglou's soft hanging hair.

Well, it's probably time for the Chinese New Year the year before last.

Minglou came over and handed the pillow in his hand to Ah Cheng, glanced at Mingtai with a smile, and said, "The driver sent the eldest sister away early in the morning. It is impossible for you to expect our young master to come by car. If not I sent him here, and I guess he'll have to work his way up to dinner time to have a meal."

When Mingtai heard this, he puffed his face and demolished the stage: "What, what, you obviously got up late this morning after drinking too much last night. I can take the driver's license test, so I still need you to send it?"

After saying a few words, Ming Lou coughed twice, Ah Cheng held back his laughter, Ming Tai curled his lips, and continued: "Don't get angry with me, the clover set on your body is still mine. Eldest sister brought it back to me from Hong Kong, don’t make it dirty. Eldest sister just scolded you last night, if you bully me, be careful and I will report it again.”

Ah Cheng couldn't hold back his "puchi" laugh, Minglou saw that Mingtai was talking more and more vigorously, and pretended to roll up his sleeves to beat him, Mingtai rushed behind Ah Cheng, and pushed him forward .

Ah Cheng was pushed abruptly, almost lost his footing, staggered and was supported by Ming Lou.Minglou wanted to order Mingtai Mao Lizi now, Ah Cheng hurriedly stood in front of him, raised his head and smiled brightly at him, showing a row of small white teeth, and asked him, "Brother, have you eaten yet?"

"... Even if I haven't eaten, I still have the strength to beat him."

Only then did Ah Cheng realize that he hadn't finished speaking, and quickly added: "No, what I mean is, have you had breakfast? If you haven't eaten, I'll go upstairs and downstairs to eat for you later."

Ming Lou waved his hand and said, "No need, I ate the sandwich made by Aunt Chen before I came."

Seeing the two talking, Mingtai picked up a box and ran upstairs.

Halfway through the run, I ran into Ling Yuan who came downstairs again, and Ling Yuan still yelled at him: "Mingtai is here,... run slowly, you kid, you are reckless, be careful not to fall."

"Brother Ling Yuan." Minglou greeted.

Ling Yuan was also quite surprised when he saw Minglou, and said: "Minglou is here too, okay, there are so many people and strength, let's hurry up and move, and it should be ready in the afternoon."

Because there were two old ladies who were basking in the sun and chatting downstairs, Ling Yuan asked the old man to help look at the boxes, and several people started to move the boxes that had just been unloaded from the truck upstairs.

"The box is a bit heavy, and it's full of textbooks and homework that Cheng grew up with. Cheng, go over and help your brother move it together." Ling Yuan said.

Ah Cheng obediently was about to pass, Minglou had already picked up the box with a little force, and said without much effort: "It's okay, it's not too heavy, I can do it by myself."

After speaking, Minglou carried the box and left.Ah Cheng also followed behind with a suitcase in his arms, looking at Minglou's tall and straight back, he was suddenly in a daze.

Hiss - why didn't I think my brother had such a figure before... Okay?

Different from the thinness of young people, Mingtai's clothes are a little tight on Minglou's body.The fabric of the sportswear is very soft, because holding the box, the clothes behind the arm straps tightly outline the line of the back, the faint muscle texture looks very powerful, and the clean and neat waistline makes the entire back appear like an inverted triangle The shape, the sleeves rolled up a little bit revealed a section of the forearm, and the muscles bulged due to the exertion.

The movement of going upstairs caused the trousers to run up a bit, exposing the ankles, and also stretched the fabric tightly around the hips and thighs.

Minglou is a scholar, but the lines of his strong and beautiful buttocks and thighs are not at all like those of a sedentary person.

Ah Cheng suddenly remembered that Minglou seemed to have the habit of running in the morning, and there were a few days when he lived in Ming's house, if Minglou happened to be at home.In the morning, he always gets up early to go for a run.He usually runs two laps of fast and jogging in one group and runs up to ten groups. Ah Cheng and Ming Tai sometimes follow him.But often Mingtai slipped away before finishing the five sets, and Ah Cheng gritted his teeth and ran a few more sets, but he really couldn't stop.

At this moment, Minglou would turn around, carry him and slowly walk away the rest of the laps, and then teach him a set of tai chi before the elder sister sent Mingtai to call them for breakfast.

Because the total floor is not high, there is no elevator in the building. After running up and down the stairs several times, I finally finished moving all the boxes.

It was almost noon, the temperature was getting higher and higher, and everyone was sweating profusely.Minglou took off his coat and tied it on his crotch. Inside was his own gray short sleeves, which were very close-fitting.

The gray was easy to change color when it came into contact with water, but now because of the profuse sweating, a large piece of wet back and chest turned black and stuck tightly to the body.Mingtai has been slacking off for a while, and now Ah Cheng is holding a drawing board to help Minglou fan the wind.

The clothes felt a little uncomfortable on his body, Ming Lou stretched out his hand and pulled the clothes and did the fanning motion that he would not do when he was beaten to death. Ah Cheng was sitting on the ponytail next to him, and he couldn't help but see his protruding eyes. The clavicle, because he is pulling the collar of the clothes, and his eyes can see the shape of the pectoral muscles slightly when he walks down the collarbone.

Ah, it's so annoying, why can't I keep staring at my brother today! ! !

His nose was itchy, Ah Cheng raised his hand and rubbed it.

"Ah Cheng, raise your head quickly!"

"Ah?" Ah Cheng stared blankly at Minglou rushing towards him in a hurry, and Mingtai also put down the drawing board and rushed to the balcony to ask Ling Yuan for paper.

Ling Yuan was dragged into the living room by Mingtai, and at a glance, he saw Ah Cheng being lifted by Minglou with his chin facing the sky, and laughed at him: "Oh, nosebleed? I said don't eat so many longan in summer, you Grandpa also said make up."

Hearing his schadenfreude tone, Ah Cheng wanted to turn his head to make a face for him, but as soon as he moved his head, Minglou pushed him back to tell him to be more honest.

Ling Yuan took out a pack of toilet paper from a box at the door, took a few photos for Ah Cheng, and said, "Okay, go to the bathroom to wash up, don't look up, the blood will be swallowed up in a while. "

Ah Cheng covered his nose with a piece of paper and ran into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and looked up at the mirror, he was startled by himself——

Probably just when I felt my nose was itchy, I rubbed it, and half of my face was covered with blood.

Well, why did I have a nosebleed... Mmm!It must be because I ate too much longan and got angry, so I said I didn’t want to eat it and grandpa insisted. Next time I have to protest with the little old man.

After a simple rinse, the blood continued to flow.Ling Yuan came over and asked him to stand there with his right hand raised and not move around, and then got him some cotton balls to plug his bleeding nostrils.After finishing it, he shouted to the living room: "Mingtai, come here, and help Ah Cheng slap his forehead with cold water."

Mingtai responded with a "hmm", and Ling Yuan went back to the balcony to continue unpacking the boxes.Ah Cheng stood in the bathroom stupidly with his hands raised, and after a while, someone walked over.

"Why are you so inked? You, please wait until the year of the monkey to do something." Ah Cheng chattered without raising his eyes.

Instead of getting the usual uproar, a laughing voice sounded: "Well...the escort came late, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Upon hearing the deep voice, Ah Cheng was stunned, and explained with little confidence: "...Brother, brother, why is it you, I thought it was Mingtai..."

Ming Lou smiled and said nothing, stretched out his hand to boil the water, stood beside him, dipped his hand in the water, and slapped Ah Cheng on the forehead.

After patting twice, I found it uncomfortable, so I simply asked Ah Cheng to face the mirror, and then stood behind him, holding the hem of the clothes in front of him with one hand to keep it from getting wet, and with the other hand, he slapped him on the forehead with water.

It would be no problem if Ah Cheng did this kind of action when he was a child, but now Ah Cheng is a 180-year-old guy, and no matter how long Minglou's hands are behind him, it is impossible to take pictures of him at a distance of one meter. slightly tighter.

From time to time, Ah Cheng's back would stick to Minglou's body in some places, the warmth of another person could be felt from the thin cloth, and the shallow breath sprayed on the back of his neck and earlobes from time to time.

Ah Cheng looked at Minglou's movements in the mirror as if he was wrapping himself in his arms, and suddenly his face turned red with embarrassment, and his body tensed up involuntarily.

"Why is your face so red? Is it hot?" Ming Lou asked with a frown.

Ah Cheng nodded indiscriminately, and stammered, "Mmm...hot, hot..."

After hearing what he said, Ming Lou stopped his movements, pressed Ah Cheng's body and moved forward together to look at him carefully in the mirror.

The sudden large-scale body contact on the back made Ah Cheng almost spray water vapor like a steam train, and what made Ah Cheng dare not think the most was whether the lower part of the back was leaning against...

"It seems to be still flowing, the cotton ball is completely stained red. Wait for me, I'll call Brother Ling Yuan to come over and have a look." After speaking, Ming Lou straightened up and left.

As soon as Ming Lou left, Ah Cheng put down his right hand that had been raised all the time, and put his hands on the table like a dehydrated goldfish panting.

His face was still very red, his ears were even more red, and his heart was beating wildly against his chest, as if about to jump out.

Ah Cheng frowned, covered his heart, and took several deep breaths.

Ahh - what's wrong with me?