Rebirth promises you to love

As August 8 approaches, it is Ruchun's birthday again.

Holding the magazine in his hand, Zhao Mei read: "Leo Virgo, introverted and extroverted personality complex, the common characteristics of Leo and Virgo make them quiet and deep on the outside, but always full of ambition in the heart, and they are quite sensitive. Their withdrawnness is often mistaken for narcissism and masochism."

"Sure enough, it's a little girl who is obsessed with this kind of thing."

Zhao Mei rolled the magazine into a circle and hit me hard on the head, "Give me some color, do you dare to open a dyeing workshop for me?"

I hurriedly said: "Miss, it's my fault, I'm talking nonsense."

Zhao Mei gave me a cold face for several months. I don't want to miss out on such a rare female friend who has a genuine temperament and really cares about me and Ruchun.

Zhao Mei snorted twice, "Do you dare to say that what I said is wrong?"

I said: "Of course there is some truth. Everyone is born with different sunshine, temperature, wind direction, and celestial body movement. There is no reason that it will not affect the fetus."

What's more, I have even experienced such a thing all over again. We know too little scientific truth, and the universe is too grand.

Ruchun, on the surface is gentle and elegant, introverted and quiet, but in fact he is sensitive and stubborn in his heart, has strong ambitions and repressed desires for his own goals, everything that Zhao Mei thinks out is unexpectedly consistent with Ruchun's personality.

Because of the relationship with the big head, it is inevitable to become familiar with Ni Xianhe.

The big head applied for a long vacation, and Mr. Ni miraculously spared a lot of time to accompany him. The two of them often came to our house for a small party of four in Ruchun's free time.

Once the two of us were sent to the kitchen to wash fruit

He said: "I don't like to owe people favors. You helped me once. If you need help, just tell me."

Although Young Master Ni's words were somewhat arrogant, his eyes were very sincere.

I know he appreciates my nodding his head.

But he has his pride, and I also have my persistence.

"Last time, didn't you help hire a lawyer? It's over. Besides, I don't want to lie to myself. I'm not helping you. You don't have to worry about it."

I concentrated on washing the fruit, and Ni Xianhe said: "I will always pay you back. You know, the trivial matter of hiring a lawyer is nothing compared to everything related to Lin Li'an."

I didn't speak, and he didn't continue.

But after that, Ni Xianhe said a few words, adding up, he mentioned Ruchun many times in front of me.

With first-hand information, I went around Ruchun's alma mater a few times, and even sneaked into his dormitory building, the classroom where he debated. Although it is very close to where he works, I have never looked carefully.

On the publicity window outside the building where his department is located, I was asked to find a photo of him participating in the debate competition.

It is said that he has always had four debates, and he doesn't speak much, but he often wins the final victory with an excellent concluding statement, and satisfies his omissions quietly.

The physical education class he chose the most was tennis. On the closed window of the college, there was a graceful figure of someone in college, and his movements were not lacking.

But Ni Xianhe said that his favorite is fencing.

Ni Xianhe rummaged through boxes and cabinets and found a dusty VCD disc.

I am like a child who loves candy, and I am content to take it home.

Because of the age, my laptop can hardly be released. After a long time of black screen, the video finally came out.

In the fencing field for practice, noisy human voices, and the sound of metal collisions, I can vaguely recognize the figure in the white kendo uniform with obvious youthful vigor. His opponent has obvious advantages over him in terms of height and physique. However, his fencing angle was very accurate, and in the end, there was a circle of people around the two of them, smiling kindly and sympathetically at the loser.

Under the cover of the mask, Su Ruchun showed his aggressiveness, resolute and merciless.

I even suspect that he loves this kind of sport because he can kill and make decisions behind the mask.

When Su Ruchun came home from get off work, I hadn't finished reading, so I quickly closed the computer.

After a while, he changed his clothes and came over, the expression on his face was still calm, but with a little tenderness, the curvature of his eyes was much softer than usual, and his eyelashes trembled slightly in front of me.

Maybe it's because I've been paying attention to his subtle expressions when I watched the video just now, so I discovered these tiny details that I usually don't notice.

When he gently hugged me into his arms, I felt my heart was in a mess.

Before he could sigh the tenderness of that moment, the laptop behind him was turned on.

I hurriedly turned around to cover the screen, but I was powerless.

He looked at the past self in the screen, with a surprised expression, a little unnatural, a little joy, and something I couldn't see.

"Old antiques, you dug them out."

I pretended to be mysterious, "The more antique, the more valuable it is to dig and collect."

"Not serious." He rubbed my head.

I always feel that he is rubbing my head and Xiao Nian's head in the same gesture - a gesture to appease a child.

"Did Ni Xianhe do it?"

"You really know your junior." I'm a little narrow-minded. Both of us are gay, and we've been seniors for so many years. If I want to know something, I have to rely on Ni Xianhe. I always feel that the two of them know each other very well. everything of.

He smiled ambiguously, and rubbed his thumb on my lips lightly, "Compared to him, I know you better."

I slapped his face with my palm, and the little bit of affection disappeared, "Get lost!"

He was a rare rogue, he sat on the carpet and couldn't get up, looking up at me, "You told me to get lost, why do you still have the heart to understand my past?"

"I am willing, can you control it?" I said roughly, but I still stretched out a hand to pull him up.

Who knew that this man was quite strong, he pulled me to the ground, turned over in an instant, and pressed me on top of me.

I was finally convinced that this person had practiced fencing for many years, and his movements were quick, and he directly pulled my two hands above my head and fixed them.

"Frankness is lenient, resistance is strict."

I felt guilty, but I still held up my face, "Be honest and be lenient, and sit in prison. I won't say anything, what will you do to me?"

He lowered his voice, with a little threat, "Really?"

I gritted my teeth, "Don't say it."

"Are you sure you don't want to say?"

I rolled my eyes, "What can you do to me?"

"I can't do anything to you, but I can—"

As soon as he raised his voice, the control of his wrist disappeared, and just as I was about to sit up, my armpit was attacked.

"Hey, don't tickle me!"

I am not afraid of pain, but I am afraid of tickle.

I gasped, my stomach ached from laughing, "I was wrong, please let me go."

He slowed down, "Now you know you're wrong?"

"Yeah." I nodded hastily.

Look, this Su Ruchun, every time he just scratches my itch, he makes me surrender.

We went crazy for a while, lying on our backs on the carpet, covered in hot sweat.

As the temperature rises, the woody scent of his body warmed by the spring breeze and the clear scent of freesia on my body are mixed together and flow in the air.

"Can we confess now?" he said, slightly teasing.

"I want to know your past, I want to participate in your life earlier, I hate Ni Xianhe's acting like he thinks he knows you very well." I said.

"That's because he's jealous of Lin Lian's obedience to you." Ruchun laughed.

"Fuck, that's my buddy!"

"Ni Xianhe is my friend." He continued following my words, "So, are you still jealous?"

"Vinegar, what is that?" I looked around and asked him, "Did you buy some dumpling vinegar last time?"

He sighed helplessly, and raised his voice, "Han Ruo, don't you know that because you don't eat dumplings, our family hasn't bought anything like dumpling vinegar for a year?"

The two of us lay on the ground like children and didn't want to get up. Xiao Nian was taken back to his hometown in Northeast China by his grandparents who loved his great-grandchildren when Du Liya was in good condition.

Xiao Nian likes them. When I was a child, they also brought up shit and urine, so I am very relieved.

The whole living room was quiet, and each other's breathing could be heard.

He suddenly turned his head and pecked on my lips.

"Thank you," he said.

"When did you become so polite?" I said, he was never polite to me.

His voice was gentle and gentle, "Thank you for being willing to learn about my past."

I licked the skin of his neck, "What is the past? Am I still your main theme in the future?"

He hugged me tightly and buried his head in my chest.

I originally thought that this person was so innocent that he just hugged me for a while, but the position of his head was changed, and his tongue went in along the gap between the buttons, circling on his chest.

The force was too light, but because of the lightness, it was like countless small hooks, which made my whole body itch.

I pulled him up viciously, "Hey, Doctor Su, isn't this how it's played?"

He stared at me so seriously that when he wrote the thesis, he struggled, "Then how do you want to play?"

I was furious, "Play with a big claw!"

He laughed, "Big claw, what is that?" Then he seemed to suddenly realize, "It's here." Then he grabbed my fingers and sucked them one by one.

Starting from the fingertip of the index finger, swallowing it bit by bit, the soft tongue revolves around the finger, my blood is surging, and I can't help stretching forward...

He grabbed my hair almost roughly and lifted me up.

"Han Ruo, grow your hair longer?"

"Why? Is it hot?"

"At least three inches?"

"why?"

His kiss lingered on my lips, "Grow it longer, I like to grab your hair and you—" He didn't say anything later, and I already knew what it meant.

Because he has quickly pulled down my pants and rushed in.

I thought about it and couldn't think of anything to give him.

Zhao Mei shook his head, with a pair of big glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking very funny.

"You can't think of what to give him? You just need to wash yourself and pack it up and give it to him. He will be satisfied."

I gave her a red neck, "Miss Zhao, I need constructive advice."

Zhao Mei said: "Mr. Han, what I put forward is indeed a constructive suggestion, it just depends on whether you dare to build a building."

I don't gossip with her, but I gradually have the embryonic form of a gift in my heart.