Dansu

For a while, his mind always wanted to catch something, but it was still blank.

It's just that I feel uneasy and throbbing in my heart.

This feeling was even worse when I took a bath with Fu Qiu at night.

Every time Fu Qiu took a bath, he felt exhausted, so he leaned against the wall at this time, raising his hands to rub the foam on his head.

Right in front of his eyes, clear, relaxed, lazy...

The eyes are blurred, the lips are slightly parted, and they look red and soft...

So sexy, so charming...

Driven by some unknown reason, Jiang Ming unconsciously raised his hand and touched his lips.

"what?"

Because of talking, his lips rubbed against Jiang Ming's fingertips, and it was a little itchy, and his heart was also itchy.

Jiang Minga said vigorously and rubbed his mouth hard.

"Grass! What's wrong." Fu Qiu patted his hand away, squeezed him out of the shower, and raised his head to the foam.

Jiang Ming knew that he couldn't watch it anymore, otherwise he didn't know what would happen, so he had to tighten his lips and turn around to get a bath towel, "I've finished washing."

After putting on his pajamas, he went back to his room, and lay quietly on the bed, all the thoughts in his head were in a mess, and he couldn't figure out anything.

"Hiss—" Jiang Ming took a deep breath, held it for a while, and then let it out slowly. This went back and forth a few times, and the feeling of being tightly pressed by something in his heart eased a little, but it came back after a while.

Reluctantly pulling a few threads out of his knotted thoughts, he pondered the matter.

Why do I suddenly feel this way today?

He has been with Fu Qiu for so many years, why did he suddenly feel so strongly today?

Is it because of today's painting?

Jiang Ming thought about it carefully again, wanting to think deeper, but every time he felt that he had grasped something, it was fleeting and there was nothing.

Putting his arms over his eyes to cover the glare of the light, he remained in this position when Fu Qiu came in.

He clearly heard him turn off the light, walk over step by step, lift the quilt, rub his butt against the sheet to find a suitable position, and then lie down beside him.

This feeling is very strange, he has never noticed these before, but today these details are magnified countless times, transmitted from the ears, imprinted in the brain, it is extraordinarily clear.

He took off his arms and lay on his side facing Fu Qiu. Although he couldn't see anything in the dark, he still opened his eyes and looked in that direction.

"Not sleeping?" Fu Qiu said suddenly.

Jiang Ming's hands under the quilt trembled, he quickly closed his eyes and said, "Sleeping."

"By the way," Fu Qiu patted him, "Haven't you been to your high school yet? Let's go and see tomorrow."

Jiang Ming turned over and lay on his back, "Do you still want to visit my school?"

"High school, a good place." There was a smile in Fu Qiu's voice.

"Hey, let me ask you." Jiang Ming touched his quilt, "Do you have a sense of accomplishment now?"

"What sense of accomplishment? The sense of accomplishment of raising you?"

"Ah."

Fu Qiu snorted, "To be honest, there really isn't one."

Before Jiang Ming could speak, he said again: "I don't have any real feelings."

Jiang Ming has been very trouble-free since he was a child, and he was very good at taking care of himself when he was just sensible, and he was completely freed.

The next day, I went to the high school to check it out. The high school was far away from home, but Jiang Ming was not going to apply for accommodation. He took the bus to and from school, so he had to get up early.

Before the official start of high school, military training is required. Jiang Ming has to lament that the key high schools are different. A military training requires closed training in a special place.

"Grass, what is this, isn't it that you won't be able to come back for a week?" Fu Qiu frowned after hearing what he said.

"It's only a week." Jiang Ming rubbed his shoulders, "It will be soon. In the future, the university will have to live in accommodation, and it will be calculated on a monthly basis."

"It's still early, let's not talk about it, are you tired from military training?" Fu Qiu watched military training on TV. Judging by human physical fitness, it was really exhausting. Military training is probably similar to that.

"It's okay, the girl probably won't be able to bear it very much."

He didn't feel anything. He packed up his things the day before, gathered at school the next day, and set off on the bus.

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"Going to play?" Zhan Mu ran over and waved to Jiang Ming.

Zhan Mu was the person sitting next to Jiang Ming on the bus, so he knew him very well.

Now it's the break time for disbandment, and it's the first day again, everyone is very excited. Jiang Ming looked at the breaking field in the distance, and several people are already eager to try.

After he arrived in the second semester of the third year of junior high school, because of the teacher's various occupations, he hadn't touched the ball much, and his hands were itchy at the moment.

This basketball must have been used for a long time, and the surface has been worn very smooth, and it is not yet round, but because of this, it can better reflect the technology.

The freshmen in the first year of high school are all scrambling to perform.

Jiang Ming was supposed to be a good player in school, but now he appears to be mediocre among this group of people, with few opportunities to get the ball.

"Jiangming!" Zhan Mu called out to him, and the ball flew from his hand.

Jiang Ming hugged the ball when a group of people came rushing over him, he dribbled the ball behind several people in a few tricks, and when he was about to reach the basket, he took a big stride and made a three-step layup.

In the last step, he jumped high and was about to send the ball into the basket, when suddenly a figure appeared on the basket.

"I'll go!" Jiang Ming withdrew his hands subconsciously, and with a jerk in mid-air, twisted his body and fell down.

"Are you okay?" A group of people next to him hurried over and pulled him up.

Jiang Ming waved his hand, the person who was originally on the basket was already in front of his eyes, but others couldn't see it, "I'm off."

As soon as I lifted my foot and took a step, my right ankle suddenly couldn't exert any strength, sprained and was about to fall again.

"Hey!" Fu Qiu wanted to step forward to help him, but he didn't move because he was afraid that others would notice it. Others hadn't reacted yet, and watched him fall to the ground again.

Fu Qiu laughed mercilessly.

"Damn..." Zhan Mu came over to help him, trying to smile or not, Jiang Ming was also quite embarrassed, feeling as if he had failed in pretending and then got embarrassed again, which was very embarrassing.

Zhan Mu helped him to the bathroom. After the health worker dealt with him, he asked the coach for leave. Jiang Ming asked Zhan Mu to go out to play first, and jumped out of the bathroom by himself.

Fu Qiu kept following, laughing non-stop, "Jiangming, I really didn't know you were so funny in front of your classmates."

"Grandpa, your appearance is too cool." Jiang Ming smiled and jumped to the bench under the tree and sat down.

He knew that Fu Qiu would definitely come, but when he did come, Jiang Ming still felt very excited and wanted to hug him.

Fu Qiu bent down to touch his ankle, but he stopped him, "Don't."

"Ok?"

"You are stupid," Jiang Ming said, "If you are injured, you don't need military training, and you let go of such a good opportunity for nothing."

"Grass, I can't tell." Fu Qiu smiled, and sat next to him, "I always thought you were very straightforward."

In short, Fu Qiu came just like that, and refused to leave. At night, he turned into a beast and huddled under Jiang Ming's bed, thanks to him being able to bear the smell of sweat.

For the next two days, Jiang Ming sat on the sidelines and watched others train. He and Fu Qiu chatted one after another, of course, with consciousness.

Jiang Ming especially enjoys this feeling, they don't have much to talk about, they can talk about whatever comes to mind, have fun together if it's fun, and talk nonsense when it's boring.

In the last four days, Jiang Ming will rejoin the military training. Fu Qiu didn't affect him. He watched from the sidelines, no matter how bored he was, he didn't want to go home.

The military training passed so casually, and life was back on track.

"There is a classmate's birthday party on Saturday, and basically the whole class goes there." Jiang Ming put his chin on Fu Qiu's shoulder, and put his arm around his waist from behind.

Jiang Ming is now half a head taller than Fu Qiu, and he has to bow his waist to complete this action.

Fu Qiu picked out a bottle of peach yogurt from the top shelf of the refrigerator, "I'm afraid I won't let you go."

"That's right, you remember that you used to..."

"Remember," Fu Qiu walked to the living room, and Jiang Ming followed him step by step, "Actually, I wasn't angry at that time."

"Why are you so angry?" Jiang Ming asked, with the tip of his nose pressed against his neck.

"I can't tell." Fu Qiu pulled his hand away and sat on the blanket. "Anyway, you can go if you want. At worst, I'll go find you again."

Jiang Ming followed him and sat on the blanket, leaning towards Fu Qiu.

"Hey, let me tell you why you've been so clingy lately." Fu Qiu pushed his head against his head with his shoulder.

Jiang Ming's breath stagnated, then he smiled and said, "I like you."

"Then you didn't like me before?"

"I like it, I like it even more recently." Jiang Ming chuckled twice.

Fu Qiu smiled and pushed his head, "Damn, it's time for your estrus."

"Yeah." Pushing his head out and shaking it back again, "Look, you won't let me find a girlfriend, so I can only find you."

"Hey, why does it sound like I'm abusing you?" Fu Qiu tilted his head and rested his head on Jiang Ming's head, "I'm afraid that you will forget me if you have a girlfriend."

"Okay, you don't even want to ask me to find me now." Jiang Ming looked at the advertisement on TV, but didn't remember what it was selling.

"Happy to hear and see." Fu Qiu patted his thigh.

"You..." Jiang Ming was speechless.

Fu Qiu said: "I'm not human."

"..."

Fu Qiu was also happy, "That's how I am, I just want you to stay with me all the time, never talk about a girlfriend, never look for a job, never get married, never have children..."

"You just let me grow up with you." Jiang Ming took his hands and slowly rubbed them one by one. The delicate touch made people feel happy.

"That's not good," Fu Qiu squeezed his palm, making Ming itchy, "it's not convenient, and it's not good-looking."

On Saturday afternoon, Jiang Ming went to the birthday party as scheduled, in the hotel box.

The protagonist of the birthday party is a girl. To be honest, I don't even remember his name. Zhan Mufei dragged him here.

He originally wanted to follow