Do not touch without permission

The two sat on the seats of the train carriage until their backs ached and their limbs could not be stretched.Every time Yang Xiwo sits for a long time, he will definitely feel sleepy, and when he feels sleepy, he will not recognize it and only know how to sleep.

Song Yuan has always been shameless, and will not let go of any opportunity to take advantage of Yang Xiwo, and will take advantage of it as soon as he catches the opportunity.He straightened his back naturally, gently hugged Yang Xi and put my dizzy head on his shoulder.The girl on the opposite side is also sleeping next to her boyfriend in this posture.Song Yuan stared blankly at the boy, and quickly looked away.

When will the little monk take the initiative to throw himself into his arms?uncomfortable!

Song Yuan raised his mobile phone and turned on the camera to secretly take a photo with the sleeping boy, feeling elated.Is this the third solo photo?In the group photo of the last chorus performance, he was close to Yang Xiwo at the time, and later he directly edited the pictures with his mobile phone and made a group photo of the two of them

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Song Yuan looked down at the top of his head, reached out to touch his hair, it was soft and comfortable to touch.Why is the little monk so good all over?

When we arrived at the provincial capital railway station, Yang Xi and I were in a deep sleep. Song Yuan pinched his fair face and called softly: "The little monk is here, get up."

Yang Xi opened my eyes, but I was still a little sleepy. When I leaned on Song Yuan's shoulder, half of my face turned red. Song Yuan laughed and said, "You are now half red and half white. Have you lost capillaries on one side of the monkey's butt?"

Yang Xiwo's head was heavy, she sat on the seat for a while, and was urged by Song Yuan to get off the train.While checking the navigation, Song Yuan grabbed his arm and walked out of the train station.Yang Xi, I always have the illusion that Song Yuan is the father and he is a silly son.

Ms. Lin kept sending messages to Song Yuan, and said she would come to pick them up, but Song Yuan still refused. It's not that he doesn't know the way and can't read the navigation.

The two had a special lunch before taking the subway to the Grand Theatre.The Grand Theater is a little far from the train station. After taking the subway for nearly an hour, I arrived at the theater after exiting the subway.It is the cultural center of the provincial capital, surrounded by libraries, museums, grand theaters, gymnasiums, etc., with a lot of traffic.Song Yuan stared at a tall and magnificent building not far away, and said, "That's the Grand Theater."

Yang Xi asked lightly, "Your mother has a show, do you want to buy flowers?"

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, he had never thought about this question, he often performed with Ms Lin when he was a child, and it was normal for him not to send flowers.Song Yuan stopped, put his arm around Yang Xiwo's shoulder and said, "Let's go, let's go buy flowers."

I picked a bouquet of champagne roses and sunflowers at the florist, and waited for a long time before returning to the Grand Theater.Because she took a detour to buy flowers, Ms. Lin waited for a long time without waiting for the two of them. She was very anxious and restless.Song Yuan and Yang Xiwo are usually slow people, Ms. Lin who doesn't care about waiting.

Ms. Lin rehearsed with the members of the group, but she couldn't wait any longer. She kept looking at the door until Song Yuan sent a message to Ms. Lin, and Ms. Lin hurried out.

Except for Mrs. Yu, Yang Xi and I seldom come into contact with female elders. He is holding the flowers in his hand, and Song Yuan is holding the other hand.He broke free from Song Yuan's hand and said softly, "It's more meaningful for you to give this flower to your mother."

The warmth in Song Yuan's hands disappeared, and he suddenly felt a little lost and empty. He concealed his embarrassment and said, "You give it, just say we bought it together."

Walking leisurely from the special passage of the theater is a slim and graceful lady with a beautiful temperament, she looks very gentle and kind, she looks very similar to Song Yuan, this is Yang Xiwo's first impression of Song Yuan's mother.Yang Xiwo stood straight in front of Ms. Lin Yin, awkward and shy, remembering Song Yuan's performance at his house that day, inexplicably imitating Song Yuan's bright smile on the first day he came to his house, and shouted in the most gentle voice: "Hi auntie, I'm Song Yuan's classmate, Yang Xi me, these are the flowers Song Yuan sent you."

Ms. Lin Yin had been secretly staring at Yang Xi from the beginning, she was startled when she heard the boy's clear and magnetic voice and words, she was surprised and thought: How can my son buy me flowers?She took Yang Xiwo's flowers, stared at Yang Xiwo with piercing eyes, and said with a gentle smile: "I really have a heart. Thank you. Come in with me. You must be tired after sitting for a long time. Mom will take you tomorrow." eat delicious food."

Yang Xi felt uncomfortable being stared at by Ms. Lin Yin, but I didn't feel much, I just pursed my lips and smiled.

Song Yuan felt restless and terrified, afraid that Yang Xiwo would find out something, and wanted to explain something to Ms. Lin, but he was almost pushed away by Ms. Lin, unable to be free.Ms. Lin said softly, "Zai Zai, is that him?"

Song Yuan nodded, and said helplessly in a low voice: "Mom, don't tell me anything."

"He looks fair and pretty. Boys look better if they are darker. Are they popular with girls at school?"

"Mom, don't leave him alone."

"Defend him so quickly, brat." Ms. Lin patted Song Yuan's arm, turned to look at Yang Xi, and smiled lightly, "Sorry, I just had a private conversation with Ah Yuan. I heard Ah Yuan before." Yuan mentioned you, you want me, right? It is thanks to you that Ah Yuan's grades have improved."

Yang Xi, I couldn't put it on after laughing for a while, and found it tiring to smile like this.He returned to his demeanor as frosty and snowy, his tone was a little cold, he spoke against his conscience, and said softly, "No, he worked hard."

Lin Yinjiong's bright eyes kept looking at Yang Xi's face, carefully scrutinized it for a long time, and asked curiously: "Auntie asked you a question, I don't know if it will bother you..."

Song Yuan grabbed Ms. Lin's arm impatiently, and said hastily, "Mom, you said you were bothered, so don't ask so many questions."

Ms. Lin gave Song Yuan a blank look, stared closely at Yang Xi's face, and asked carefully: "Have you put on foundation? Have you put on makeup? It looks like your skin is fair and tender, and there are no traces of acne marks. No."

It was the first time for Yang Xi to be described like this, and he felt a little embarrassed, slowly shook his head, and denied, "No."

"Mom, you're talking about a high school boy, why are you wearing makeup?"

"Not necessarily, I don't know. There is a high school where I live that boys put on makeup." Lin Yin stared at Yang Xi's face.She sighed, "Hey me, why do you have such good skin?"

Yang Xiwo responded softly and concisely: "Nature and nurture, early to bed and early to rise, exercise and drink milk."

Ms. Lin dragged Song Yuan forward again, and asked in a soft voice, "He looks cute, why is he talking so coldly? Did I offend him?"

"No, he's always been like this. It's very contrasting, isn't it? He has good grades, we are the first in our grade, and he knows a lot of things. Anyway, I think he is good at everything." Song Yuan's voice was so soft that it felt like just She was talking about her own heart, but she was blushing as she spoke.

Ms. Lin Yin looked at her son's shy look, and it was the first time she saw her son's expression on the person she liked, his eyes were full of tenderness, so what if she cared?She poked his head in disgust, and reprimanded: "You are so obsessed, why did I give birth to a son like you?"

Song Yuan and Yang Xiwo sat in the resplendent theater, the radiant stage, the jubilant singing and dancing, complemented each other.Song Yuan watched seriously, but from the corner of his eye he couldn't help but glance at the indifferent Yang Xiwo, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Yang Xiwo suddenly turned to look at Song Yuan and asked, "What do you see me doing?"

Song Yuan was caught by him, naturally flustered, pretending to be calm, approaching his white face, and said in a slightly teasing tone: "I'm looking at a fair and tender face."

The light was dim, and Song Yuan's handsome face was close at hand, Yang Xiwo gasped in a hurry, his Adam's apple moved up and down, his pale knuckles bent anxiously, and a wave of heat radiated from his body.He wanted to reach out and touch the boy's face, but he didn't speak such provocative words or make provocative actions as naturally as Song Yuan.For a moment, he had the illusion of being liked.

I really lost to this boy, I really want to tell him, I really really like it, I like it so much that I can't extricate myself, I don't want to care about the eyes of the world anymore.

However, this is a stupid thing that has no chance of winning. It is a drama that cannot be successfully rehearsed a hundred times in my mind.

The two stared at each other for a long time in the noisy theater, not even knowing what to do next and how to relieve it.

Song Yuan wanted to kiss and hug, but he only dared to express his feelings in a joking way.With such a distance, as long as he reaches out to wrap his arms around the boy's head, he can kiss those sweet and soft lips and feel the boy's breath.

Noisy and boiling...

The applause was intense...

All the noise seemed to be completely isolated, each with their own ambitions, clamoring in their hearts.

Yang Xiwo said in a low voice: "Watching the show..."

After the performance, the two waited for a long time in their seats.The audience left, and only the two of them sat quietly in their seats.Song Yuan was a little embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to pull him into the backstage dressing room.The backstage was very messy, and the performers were busy changing their clothes and getting ready to call it a day.

As soon as Ms. Lin Yin saw Song Yuan, she looked down at her son holding the boy's wrist. The two of them didn't seem unnatural.I thought, probably not the first time holding hands.

"Mom, are you tired? Shall we go?"

"I'll take a rest, you guys find a place to sit."

Wu Ruolin's eyes fixed on Song Yuan and Yang Xiwo, looked at the two people holding hands, as if they knew something, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Aunt Lin, let's go first, you go back to rest early."

Lin Yin told the girls at the door, chatted for a while at the door, there was a burst of chuckling outside, the girls seemed to be chatting about something interesting, and Ms. Lin laughed a few times.

Only Song Yuan and Yang Xiwo were left in the messy dressing room.Yang Xi and I sat quietly on the stool next to the dressing table, Song Yuan was playing with one of Ms. Lin's makeup brushes, and said with a smile, "Would you like to make one for you?"

"roll!"

"I used it when I was a child. My mother painted me like a fuwa, with two red cheeks. I thought it looked good at the time, and I was the most handsome." Song Yuan lifted Yang Xi's chin, wanting to give it to me. He painted two red cheeks.

Yang Xi I reached out and grabbed Hu Lai's hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't think your mother is here, I won't beat you!"

Song Yuan clasped Yang Xi's hand backhand, and said with a playful smile: "Then hit me! I know I can't beat me, but I still have to be arrogant. Is there any point?"

Yang Xiwo stood up in anger, Song Yuan started to attack again, and the two of them pushed and scuffled.Yang Xi and I are people who don't want to admit defeat, even if they can't beat me, I will try, but every time I am ruled to death by Song Yuan.

Ms. Lin heard the commotion inside, and watched Song Yuan's hands grabbing the red-faced Yang Xiwo's hands from behind, pressing Yang Xiwo on the dressing table, and hurried in and shouted: "What are you doing? A Yuan, Why did you even hit him?"

Song Yuan smiled lightly: "We are playing, not fighting."

Yang Xiwo blushed easily when he struggled and exerted himself, just like exercising, his face flushed within a few minutes of running.With a slight smile on Yang Xiwo's stern expression, he said, "There was no fight."

Ms. Lin nodded, she didn't know that her son's little thoughts were just taking advantage of others?There's no good end to falling in love like this.Ms. Lin Yin pretended to wake up, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up, I suddenly have an inspiration, my new dance pose, you can help me find a pose."

"Mom, what are you doing? What pose?"

"Hurry up, don't wait until I forget." Lin Yin urged Song Yuan, commanding: "Facing each other, A Yuan put one hand on his shoulder, yes, I want me to put my hands on A Yuan's neck... ...Quick, yes, that's it, Ah Yuan grabbed Xiwo's calf with his other hand and put it on his waist..."

"Mom, why do you want to dance so intimately?" Song Yuan asked puzzled, thinking that this movement was so ambiguous, he felt like a bomb was in his heart.The hand I put on Yang Xi's neck was very hot, almost burning him to death, he didn't dare to lower his head to see the boy's eyes and expression at the moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, because it's a couple's action, it's a bit intimate, bear with me, someone will be a model, and I can add it in when the time comes."

"It's okay, auntie." Yang Xiwo's voice trembled, but it was as soft as porcelain.He took a deep breath and tried hard to restrain himself from thinking about it, and silently recited "Teacher's List", "Chen Qingbiao" and "Xiaoyaoyou" in his heart.But memorizing and memorizing, the three chapters were mixed together, and the memorization was chaotic.

"What's missing? Eyes, A Yuan looked down at Xi me, tidy up your expression..."

"Mom, I won't do it."

Lin Yin's eyes warned Song Yuan threateningly, thinking, who am I doing this for?Do you dare not do it?

Song Yuan's towering Adam's apple moved slightly, he held his breath and lowered his head to look at the flushed Yang Xiwo, suddenly a ball of explosives ignited in his head, making him dizzy.I thought, grass, this is not helping me, this is torturing me!

"Come closer, the hero and heroine are deeply affectionate, what are you guys fighting?" Lin Yin pushed Song Yuan's waist, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, thinking to himself, they are really cute two children.

"Come closer, why are you so shy? They're all boys. Smile, smile, be beautiful!"

The noses are already rubbing against each other, warm and hot, each other's rapid breath sprays warmly on each other's lips, the bodies that are attached are like a volcano that cannot be erupted, but can only be suppressed.

Yang Xiwo's heart was beating crazily, she closed her eyes in embarrassment, and her emotions were as confused as a ball of thread that could not be untied.

Song Yuan trembled slightly, looking at Yang Xiwo blushed so much that he closed his eyes, he inexplicably had the illusion that Yang Xiwo was asking himself for a kiss.He pursed his lips, pinched his shoulder slightly, and shouted frantically in his heart, "No, if this goes on, Yang Xi, I will notice."

Lin Yin accepted it as soon as he saw it, pretending to be disgusted and said: "Forget it, I'll find a child from my dance troupe. You two stakes, it's hard to watch. Sure enough, there is still a big difference between the figure of the dancer and the one who didn't practice the dance. somewhere else."

Song Yuan put down Yang Xiwo's body in a panic, and said displeasedly: "Mom, I'm speechless for always being so nonsense."

Yang Xiwo lowered his head, his face was so red that it was about to bleed, he stretched out his hand to touch it, it was very hot.Yang Xi and I didn't speak much along the way, but listening to Song Yuan chatting with his mother, I felt that the two mother and son had very similar personalities.The car window was down, and the evening wind slowly blew away his hot shyness.