Dig a spoonful of heart meat

crazy.

This is the idea that two people have at the same time.

Every pore is unreservedly open for the other party, and every trace of sanity is apologizing for this reckless carnival***.

too fast.

But not fast enough.

Time seems to have lost the ability to walk, only lingering in place, from the first moment to the last moment.

Breathing is like a handful of steam, plucking through the wilderness, following the gully in the chest, and burning into boiling water in the lower abdomen.

It took untold hours for the water to evaporate into steam, and an equal amount of time to gradually cool down.

Zou Shao gently brushed Tan Weifeng's neck with his fingertips, watching his breathing gradually calm down.

"Wind God."

Zou Shao called out, and the other party's gaze slipped slightly, as if he didn't have the strength to speak.

"Want to go to the dance with me in two weeks?"

"...don't go."

Zou Shao took a long breath, "If you don't come with me, what will happen if someone drags me as a dance partner?"

Tan Weifeng glanced at several angles again, his face was expressionless, as if saying that you dare to try.

"Go to sleep first, and go to dinner after waking up." Zou Shao pulled the quilt that was kicked in the corner, and covered the two of them.

Tan Weifeng looked very tired, and his breathing stabilized after a while.Under the soft light, the long and black eyelashes looked like a butterfly about to break out of its cocoon.

The white on the neck is like the most pious fat jade, while the messy red is like the most lustful seduction.

It is difficult for anyone to reject this contradictory and chaotic beauty.

——He wants to drag the angels down from heaven and build him an exclusive Garden of Eden in the world.

Two weeks later, in the evening.

Zou Shao rode his bicycle and waited downstairs, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

The flowers were not colorful, but yellow and white, blooming enthusiastically on the edge of the paper holder, exuding a cool and seductive fragrance.

In the previous dance training, there was also a push to talk about prom etiquette. Boys usually wear formal leather shoes.Zou Shao was wearing a pure black suit with a tie.

The overflowing enthusiasm is mixed with the sense of abstinence brought out by the suit, but there is a hint of unscrupulous evil at the end of the eyes.

He saw Tan Weifeng coming out of the corridor.Contrary to his aggression, the opponent's whole body is covered in silver-toned white, which intensifies the coldness between his brows and eyes.

But the moment the other party looked up to meet him, the chill suddenly dissipated and melted into a bend of viscous water.

Zou Shao heard from many people that it is easy to get nervous when attending a prom for the first time, especially boys.

He didn't take it seriously just now, until Tan Weifeng's figure appeared in front of him unexpectedly.

It was as if for the first time in my life I knew what it was like to be nervous.With a small amount of physiological jerky and fear, the inner throbbing was easily aroused, as if captured by joy.

"For you." Zou Shao took out the bouquet hidden by his side and held it up to the people.

Qin Weifeng was taken aback.

Afterwards, Zou Shao watched him take it with one hand, seemed to take a slight breath, and then smiled like an imperceptible but alluring mole, dotted around the corner of his eyes vaguely.

The plain color really matches well.

"Thank you." He said softly.

Unable to bear Zou Shao's soft and hard words, Tan Weifeng sat on the back seat of the car.

Zou Shao specially changed the car seat to a soft cushion, but it was still uncomfortable to sit on, because the height of the seat was too short for Tan Weifeng's leg length, so that he had to bend his legs so as not to touch the ground.

But this posture is prone to unstable center of gravity, and the whole person wobbles as the car turns.

And Zou Shao's driving skills are not good, especially when carrying people.The handlebars scurry around as if they have free will, resonating every time they pass through intersections and speed bumps.

"Fengshen, you can lean on me if you can't sit still." Zou Shao smiled and turned his head slightly.

Qin Weifeng was indifferent, passed another speed bump, and almost bounced off the back seat.

"The driving skills are terrible." Tan Weifeng commented expressionlessly.

"Indeed." Zou Shao smiled and stretched out a hand, "Then can you accommodate me a little bit, boyfriend?"

Qin Weifeng always felt that he meant something.

It's not just accommodating the riding skills, but also a certain strength that I don't know the severity of, and I made a smart choice when I was young and ignorant.

They all need to accommodate each other.

But when he looked straight into those eyes.

Behind him is the glow of the setting sun, spreading all over the eyes covered with tiny stars.The corner of the eye is simply bent down, but it has become an angle that the world's most famous photographers dare not restore.

He stretched out his hand subconsciously, and was immediately covered with warmth.

Zou Shao turned back, stretched his right hand behind him, pulled his elbow slightly back, and felt that Qin Weifeng cooperated with his movements, and also leaned forward.

With the heavy temperature behind him, the handlebars became more and more unstable.

He grabbed the opponent's hand and pulled it forward.

Both are exerting strength, but they are also deliberately releasing strength, like a tug-of-war where neither side is willing to exert strength.

I just want to follow the rope and walk towards him.

closer.

The temperature behind them is getting closer and closer, and the positions of the shoulder blades have even touched together.Even though Zou Shao's back is turned to Tan Weifeng and he can't see it, he can fully imagine what kind of complementary posture this is.

"A little further forward." Zou Shao's voice carried along the wind, "Hold me tight."

Qin Weifeng didn't move, and Zou Shao didn't urge him. The strength in his hands relaxed a little, but his fingers tightened even more.

The bicycle turned at the corner of the playground and passed under the tangled and messy shade of the trees. The setting sun was sifted into fine light and hit the corners of the two people's clothes.

Qin Weifeng's hand moved slightly.

He pulled himself forward half an inch according to the force of the pull, only because of this small distance, his chest could touch Zou Shao's back.

It can even be tighter to smooth out the creases at the placket.

Zou Shao had no way to turn his head, so he could only use all the cells in his body except the eyes to look at the other party.

But it can be seen so subtle, deep into the bone.

The other side of his waist gradually felt the warmth of a palm, and that hand passed around his side waist, and then wrapped it around his body.

"Holding you." The person behind said softly.

It's the tip of the blade falling into the water, the pistil in the thorn, it's the deepest tenderness of the unruly human feelings.

Hardest to bear.

After queuing up to enter the arena, the sky was completely dark, and the air at night was chilly, but it became very cute because of the people around.

Before the dance started, there would be a song for the top three freshman singing contestants in the pool, and Zou Shao was the third to come on stage.

Qin Weifeng didn't know beforehand.

Zou Shao is the only boy among the three. He has facial features that are rough even in the dark and noisy. He is the type that can be noticed at a glance in a group of people.

Instantly attracted the attention of many people.

He sang the song on the Student's Day in the first year of high school, but after a great adaptation, he removed the guitar soundtrack and replaced it with light piano accompaniment, and adapted the intense rock sound into a gentle lyrical song.

It was a straightforward lyrics without embellishment, but he also sang a layer of mist.

After three years, the tone of voice is less green and more mellow; less flamboyant and more stable.

The hoarse and deep gentle voice echoed on the dance floor, like sandpaper polishing the cochlea, and the energized neurons lead to the heart.

If you close your eyes, this should be like a song expressing affection.

——It's not singing, it's telling.

Because the singing has a deduction and tension that overwhelms the melody.

This is a voice that can only be uttered to the sweetheart.

At the end of the song, no one applauded, no one looked away, and no one even moved.

The music stopped, but Zou Shao still maintained the action of holding the microphone, as if there was still an ending.

On stage, performances that arouse the audience's suspense are the best.

To everyone's surprise, Zou Shao really didn't speak up.

While everyone was watching, he walked down the stage, and then held an equally bright, white figure in the front row of the crowd.

This is the real end of his song.

Open in the mouth and close in the heart.

Most people suddenly realized, and some even blew a slogan.

But Zou Shao didn't give the crowd any time to react, and led them into the crowd in an instant, and the lights dimmed suddenly at this moment.

Immediately, a faint light came from all around, which only added color to the eyebrows and eyes, which could be faintly seen in this beauty.

He takes his hand.

"Do you like it?" Zou Shao asked softly.

The height difference between the two people is not too big, it is about the distance between bowing and raising the head, so that they can touch each other.

But no one first compresses the middle layer of air and swallows it into the throat.

"like."

"Which one prefers singing, or me?" Zou Shao asked with a smile.

The melodious music sounded, and the lights changed accordingly, turning, jumping, and flickering.

The gazes rushing in both directions finally intertwined with the heat.

"How do you remember the dance steps so clearly?" Zou Shao asked helplessly after he stepped on someone three times.

Tan Weifeng took a step backwards while pulling the person, avoiding the person who was about to bump into them, and then spoke.

The volume of the music was not loud, but his voice was so soft that Zou Shao could only see his mouth shape.

But unexpectedly, he understood what he was going to say in an instant.

"Everything is quantifiable," he said.

"What about me?" Zou Shao asked, "What am I quantified into?"

Qin Weifeng seemed to find this question very interesting, and thought about it for a while.

The dance floor is huge, but each pair of dance partners can cover only a few meters.

In Western movies, beautiful but poor princesses can always marry handsome and handsome knights; in Chinese folktales, there are also heroes who match women, and gentle sons who match Jiangnan Misty Rain.

They don't wear long skirts, don't have princesses, and haven't touched Jiangnan.

But they have the same vigorous beating heart, the same straight and proud bones, and the same souls that are determined to pursue and fit perfectly.

They are in love.

"You can quantify."

You are the baseline in the cut-away diagram, the optimal solution of Paret, the intersection point of the convex side of the linear programming, the maximum value in the feasible region, the upper right corner in the two-dimensional quadrant method, and you will never be in the mind of a rational person. Margin of loss.

Me and song, which one do you like better?

"Of course you, my prince."

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[End of the text ~ there is a side story]

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After three months, the first book is finally finished (although I still feel a bit reluctant)!I know there are still many areas for improvement in this book, and I am very grateful to the little cuties who have been bubbling. Your bubbling has given me super motivation!I am also very grateful to the little angel who didn't bubble up. She can endure the stupid author's scum until the end. It must be true love!Thanks to all the angels for joining us!

The main story line of Zou Shao and Fengshen has come to an end here (I can’t bear to wipe away my tears again)!I am very happy to finish the story of a book with you (bow), if I can continue to finish many books together, I will be honored (bow again)!The next book should (definitely) improve~

In the future, I should write ancient/present/fantasy, main attack/acceptance/unknown~ Stand firm and unshakable!

Here you can ask for a payment and advance payment, don't forget about each other so early, I'm working hard.

The next book "Riding the Lord" Chaotang + past and present life + strong + oriental fantasy color + drama

In his previous life, Jiang Yu was a fortune teller and cheated money on the street, but unfortunately, his fate was not good, and he was beaten by little fierce beasts twice in three days.

In this life, he has been mixed up as a prodigal prince who "practices swordsman cramps, and studies must be spring painting". In the end, he made a calculation: he is a hermit in the countryside, destined to die alone.

Rumor has it that General Xiao Xiangyi looks ugly but has both civil and military skills.

The emperor appreciated his coming to Beijing, and hoped that this well-known foreign general would take the position of "accompanying the prince".

As a result, Xiao Xiangyi pointed to the silent little prince in the corner under the shocked eyes of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty: But the minister pinched his fingers and counted, and he was destined to be very close to this prince.

Jiang Yu, who tampered with the lines and planned to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Loyal ministers go into the palace every day to remonstrate to death, blocking the Jiangyu bedroom: this rebellious person has evil intentions and deserves to be killed!

Jiang Yu hid the sword under the bed and rolled: the king intends to go back to seclusion, so don't disturb the king to die alone.

The soldiers wrote to Xiao Xiangyi day and night, exhausting a company of pigeons: You could have been falsely loyal to the crown prince, worked hard as the king's regent, and massaged the useless little prince who couldn't draw a sword all day long. Are you sick?

A few days later, everyone in the capital knew that the foolish prince who couldn't pull out his sword quelled the world, wiped out the remnants of the remnants of the party with his fierce aura, and took the throne of the dragon under the banner of returning to the countryside?

Jiang Yu: I am a widow, very lonely.

The vest finally couldn't hold it anymore, one stupid and one ugly drew their swords to duel, but they ended up fighting on the bed

Jiang Yu: Bold and sycophant, how dare you deceive the king!

Xiao Xiangyi: No, I just want to ride on the king.

Understand metaphysics, see the secrets of the sky, and the real dragon suffers X to draw his sword against the sky and change his fate to be attacked by fierce beasts

Jiang Yu (Shou) X Xiao Xiangyi, the background is empty, sweet and sour, HE

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: oops; WY;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!