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When picking tea in the afternoon, many people in the class started to lose their minds, thinking about how to play, and couldn't manage the task of picking tea at all.Lao Gao yelled at the group of free boys and girls: "Pick the tea leaves before you go play."

Kan Long laughed and grabbed a handful of tea leaves from the bamboo basket in front of Lao Gao, and asked, "Teacher, can I take a handful and cook tea eggs?"

"What kind of pig talk are you talking about? It hasn't been fired yet!"

Song Yuan patted the innocent smiling face and asked, "You even have an idea about tea? Don't you have tea at home?"

"This is called a house flower, which has the fragrance of wild flowers!"

At around 04:30 in the afternoon, Lao Gao took his barley and shouted: "Student brought the tea and weighed it, we are going to go back."

Zhang Yunfeng suggested: "Teacher, let's take a photo to commemorate the last tea picking."

Song Yuan put the straw hat on top of Yang Xiwo's head, put his hands on Yang Xiwo's shoulders, and asked: "Little monk, if you want to come here in the future, I will bring you here again."

Yang Xiwo stared at the green mountains in a daze, a gust of breeze blew, and many memories came to him, and he turned his head and asked, "Why did you bring it here? It's like New Year's Day again?"

"Yo ho, I can't see that you have a good aftertaste of the New Year's Eve. It's okay, brother knows you're boring, I'll come Mingsao."

The old farmer in the farm is not very good at taking pictures with his mobile phone, Zhang Yunfeng taught him for a long time before he could use it slowly.Everyone had stiff smiles on their faces, but the old farmer nodded a few times in a daze, and said it was all right.

The teacher was busy thanking the uncle of the farm, and the monitor was busy calling the students in the class to get into the car to count the number of people.The bus left Yunji Mountain in a panic, and the children in the second grade and the eleventh class on the bus shouted to the mountain: "Goodbye, who will pick tea from now on?"

"Goodbye, Yunji Mountain."

Zhang Yunfeng smiled and clicked on the phone, Kan Long stood up and looked at Zhang Yunfeng's photo, and exclaimed: "The uncle took a few selfies... I have been in such a handsome pose for so long, it was ruined! "

It's a pity that I didn't take a group photo in Yunji Mountain last time, so I had to go back to school and take a few group photos at the school gate.

When eating hot pot at noon, both Song Yuan and Yang Xiwo stained their clothes.After returning, the two played and took a bath in the bathroom bathtub.Yang Xi, I felt like I was laying my head on Song Yuan's shoulder like a cripple.

Song Yuan touched the arm of the man in his arms, touched Yang Xiwo's sensitivity, and bit his ear.

Yang Xi raised my head and said, "Why do I feel that you are implying me?"

Song Yuan kissed his white and tender cheek, and said: "No, I'll just kiss you, don't think too much. I'm so tired today, what else do you want? I won't move you."

"Why are you moving me? I want to be the one who takes the initiative."

Song Yuan was stunned for a while, he hesitated for a moment, then said sullenly: "Okay, I don't care, you can go up and down as you like."

Yang Xiwo laughed out loud immediately: "Stinking idiot!"

Song Yuan couldn't help laughing after being laughed at by him, squeezed his face, and said with a smile: "What are you laughing at? Little monk, I find that your smile is really strange."

The two quarreled in the bathroom for a long time, and at the end of the laugh, they were so tired that they didn't want to move, and just lay on the bed blankly.

Yang Xi asked, "What's for dinner?"

Song Yuan suddenly pressed Yang Xiwo on the bed, and said with a joking smile: "Hot and sour soup!"

"Brother Yuan..."

"Ok?"

"Today is Saturday, tomorrow is Sunday, shall we make a mess?"

Song Yuan pinched his flushed cheeks, and asked in surprise, "Really? Are you ready?"

Yang Xiwo raised his hands to gently hold his cheeks, raised his head and kissed Song Yuan's lips, his eyes were full of rippling light like deep affection. "I've been preparing for it since the first day of the new year."

Those eyes made Song Yuan's heart itch, he hugged Yang Xiwo tightly, and kissed Yang Xiwo's pink lips deeply.Breathing slowly became faster, and his hands were slightly restless, as if one step later, someone would regret it.

In the brightly lit bedroom, Song Yuan blocked Yang Xiwo's sight, and Yang Xiwo couldn't see how the light was dazzling or shining.The ring necklace on the neck is beating happily with the unstable heart, and the joy cannot be stopped.

The fiery lips protruded, and the white teeth slashed across the delicate back of the neck, like a sharp blade sparking bright sparks on Yang Xiwo's gradually reddening skin.

There was an old man walking outside after dinner, passing behind his house, and the deafening sound of opera was playing.Yang Xi, my mind wandered far, far away, imagining what the people outside were doing, whether I could hear their voices, and whether I would climb the window to peek at them.Song Yuan bit him and made his thoughts return to the boy, hugging Song Yuan and humming leisurely.

The ground was covered with their freshly changed clothes.Song Yuan stepped on the clean clothes, opened the closet, took out the bedding he had prepared a long time ago and threw it beside Yang Xiwo.

He embraced his boy again like a roaring furnace.His kisses were densely attached to Yang Xiwo's face like raindrops, repeatedly stroking Yang Xiwo's rippling joyful cheek, looking at those eyes full of mist.

"Brother Yuan, I like you to kiss me so much." Yang Xiwo took a deep breath, feeling that his whole body was trapped in a soft embrace, and all kinds of beautiful experiences made his eyes widen.

Song Yuan chuckled, "I always knew, let's take our time."

I like his frankness in front of love, unreserved, and reassuring all the time.

His black ring and necklace shook violently on Yang Xiwo's face, swinging violently back and forth like a pendulum clock.

A gust of cold wind blows gently in the window, and the sweat that clings to it suddenly cools down, sometimes cold and sometimes hot.

Yang Xi, a long and low voice spread from my guttural voice.There were coquettish red and crystal tears in the eyes, and a comfortable smile hung on the corner of the mouth.

Song Yuan said hoarsely: "I, I, I really won't let you go."

Yang Xi laughed out loud after dying, "You are here to seek revenge."

"Yes, it's not revenge, I love you."

Yang Xi and I reached out to touch the sweat on his forehead, and laughed a few times.

Song Yuan was very cautious, but all the tutorials in his mind turned to zero in an instant, leaving a vast expanse of whiteness, everything was based on feeling.

The little monk was so pretty, as if the bed was covered with a layer of pink light, and there was a beautiful streamer in his expression.

The ring necklace swings in a beautiful arc, which is a perfect fan-shaped arc length.

The night is long and the dream is beautiful, only the sound of each other's breathing is in our ears.

The opera played by the old man outside is still playing in a loop, and there are the sounds of a few children playing.

The cold wind howled, and the air was condensed into a cold white color.

The ruddy fingertips tightly gripped the gray pillow, becoming more flushed and bloody.

Song Yuan clung to his ear, pressed his hot lips against his sweaty face, and said in a charming voice: "Don't be afraid..."

"I'm not afraid, Brother Yuan, it's you who are nervous."

Yang Xiwo was shocked by his magnetic voice, my heart trembled, and my neck shrank unconsciously due to the sultry breath.He lazily raised the corners of his scarlet eyes, and let out a muffled snort.

In winter, it will be so hot.

Yang Xi, the ring and necklace around my neck swayed in the cold air, gradually changing from warm to cold.

Song Yuan and his shadow are reflected on the white wall through the light, and the overlapping light and shadow seem to be a heart-pounding mime.

Song Yuan took a deep breath and said, "Don't be afraid!"

Yang Xi said out of breath, "Are you sure? Why do I feel weird?"

Song Yuan comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay."

"Have you washed your hands?"

Song Yuan chuckled and said, "Big villain, what do you think of me? If you care so much, how could I not wash it?"

Yang Xi closed his eyes, moved slightly, and responded with a muffled sound.

The jet-black ring necklace followed his head against the gray bed sheet, and the round ring was exactly tangent to the bed sheet.

Yang Xi and I muffled a word out of my throat, "Brother Yuan, after tonight, do you have to help me collect my body?"

Song Yuan kissed Yang Xi on my face, and said comfortingly, "Forget it, I'd better wait until I've learned it."

Tears rolled down the corners of Yang Xi's eyes, and he gasped deeply: "No, continue!"

Song Yuan heard Yang Xiwo groaning in pain, and suddenly felt that he had failed, but he was still obedient, and could always see Yang Xiwo's attitude.

Yang Xi and I were dizzy all the time, and woke up several times in the middle. I didn't know when I fell asleep, but I felt that my eyelids were heavy, and my bones seemed to be torn apart by Song Yuan, and I was tortured to the point of pain.I have been sleeping on my stomach from last night until noon, and no particles have entered.He was woken up with starvation, the place where it should hurt was so painful, he felt paralyzed for a while, his senses were disabled, and he could hardly move his body.

Song Yuan ran in anxiously with a pot of food, saw him wake up, hugged his body hastily, and asked attentively: "Little monk, does it hurt if I hug you like this?"

"Be careful, it hurts!" Yang Xiwo frowned in pain, lying on Song Yuan's lap, said hoarsely and aggrievedly: "I'm hungry and I'm thirsty..."

After Song Yuan gave him a few sips of water, he slowly fed him, and said with self-blame: "I'm sorry, I'm inexperienced. I've watched a lot of tutorials, but I still need to practice to know." Last night he heard Yang Xiwo's eardrum-shattering screams scared him so much that he didn't dare to continue moving.But I think Yang Xi has achieved this, so he must persevere.

"Grass, you are still alive and kicking, I am like a living dead."

"Then, why don't you change me next time?"

"Okay, I'll kill you!" Yang Xi was in so much pain that I burst into tears, thinking that Song Yuan had done something wrong, or that he was here to abuse him and take revenge.He is very suspicious of life now, wondering if something is wrong somewhere.

I feel that Yang Xi has been completely reduced to a useless person, even going to the toilet and taking a bath is carried by Song Yuanheng.But he is not as thin and small as before, so it is still difficult for Song Yuan to hug him.

Yang Xi, I lay prone on the bed all day long, and it was not until a little later that I was able to lie upright.Song Yuan was still moving around vigorously, making noise around him.It's not convenient for Yang Xi to do his homework, so I simply asked Song Yuan to help him with his homework, while he was lying on the bed playing a game console.

The two lay together at night, and Song Yuan held him in his arms, stretching comfortably.

Yang Xi reached out and gently touched Song Yuan's face, and asked softly, "Brother Yuan, how were you doing last night?"

"Of course I'm fine. But I feel a sense of frustration. I actually made you cry. You have to forgive me, I'm really inexperienced. Brother is really a pure boy."

"It's very uncomfortable and painful, but don't be afraid next time, I can't take it and I'll really make you stop. If I let you continue, you can't hesitate." In fact, Yang Xi really couldn't bear it, the pain was so painful that I thought Beat up Song Yuan.Song Yuan is really gentle and slow, he can't give up halfway.

Song Yuan kissed Yang Xiwo on the forehead, and put his arm on his pillow, the boy's warmth and smell filled his chest.A nice and gentle voice rang in Yang Xi's ear, saying, "It's still a long time, let's take our time."

Yang Xiwo raised his head and stared at Song Yuan with glittering eyes, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck, and responded softly.

Song Yuan helped the stumbling Yang Xiwo into the classroom, and the classmates couldn't help but stare at Yang Xiwo in amazement.Kan Long and the others are even more concerned, and gossip about what happened to Xueba by the way.

Yang Xi and I were about to speak, but Song Yuan said seriously: "He got into trouble with me, but I hurt him. So, don't take brother's fist seriously."

Everyone on the spot gasped and looked at each other with incredulous eyes.But Yang Xi and I were very calm and leisurely, and nodded thoughtfully, thinking to myself, it seems to be the case.

Yang Xiwo naturally had to ask Gao Zhenping for leave when there were exercises between classes.It's just that when Gao Zhenping heard that Yang Xi and I were not feeling well, he had to run over to inquire about his health. A good student is a teacher's treasure.

Lao Gao said, "Yang Xi, should I go home? Or should I take you to see a doctor?"

Yang Xi said to me: "Teacher, my legs and feet hurt, I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Lao Gao nodded, thought for a while and said, "Okay, then you have a good rest. Song Yuan, take good care of your tablemate, don't run around all day long."

Song Yuan: "Then teacher, can I not go out to practice?"

Lao Gao raised his finger and tapped him on the head lightly, saying clearly, "You have a good idea!"