Bamboo Horse Notepad

Wang Lang likes Lin Qi, the kind of love that goes deep down in his bones.

When he has nothing to do, Wang Lang always likes to whisper in Lin Qi's ear: "Did you have a crush on me since you were a child?"

"No." Lin Qi sat on the chair and read a book without raising his head.

"Stubborn!" Wang Lang pulled his book away, and then pulled him into his arms; he leaned over to kiss him shamelessly, "Did you wear the new underwear I bought for you, baby?"

"Get lost!" Lin Qi was expressionless.

"Give me a look!" Wang Lang touched down dishonestly with his right hand.

"I'll count to three and get your paws off."

"take a look."

"one."

"Just one look."

"two."

"Hey, it's on."

"three."

"Ah, don't pinch me, it hurts..."

That night, Lin Qi tried to drive the big hooligan into the living room, but Wang Lang hugged the door frame tightly, with a sad and desolate look on his face.

So he had no choice but to surrender again, and let him get into his quilt happily, first this and then that.

In the second half of the night, Wang Lang looked at the tired man in his arms who fell asleep, with a happy smirk all over his face.

The situation I met for the first time is still so clearly imprinted in my mind.

In the city children's table tennis hall, there are two children, one is eight years old and the other is seven years old.

"You use that table, we use this one." Surrounded by a group of friends, Wang Lang swaggered, "No one can come to the other party's territory, otherwise we will learn how to bark like a puppy!"

The billiard table occupied by Wang Lang was at the innermost part of the room, sunny and bright.

On the contrary, the table assigned to Lin Qi was in a dark corner with water stains on it.

"Why!" Someone shouted dissatisfiedly, but was stopped by Lin Qi.

"Okay, whoever crosses the line is the puppy." Lin Qi nodded with a smile, showing his sharp little canine teeth, and drew a line between the two billiard tables.

It's so easy to bully... Wang Lang was elated, but after an hour, he couldn't be complacent anymore.

It's too hot to play, everyone brought a lot of drinks, and after drinking, they have to go to the toilet, but, but, the toilet and the gate are all over there!

Lin Qi smiled even more happily, sitting on the ball table shaking his legs, tilting his head to look at Wang Lang.

Pee your pants or bark like a puppy?Wang Lang thought about it with difficulty, and felt that he couldn't accept any of them, so he gritted his teeth and turned out of the window.

The first floor is not high, but there is a garden outside, and the roses are in full bloom, so Wang Lang turned into a little hedgehog.

In the following seven or eight years, every time Wang Lang thought of this incident, his teeth itch with hatred.

When the two met for the second time, one was a sophomore in high school and the other was a freshman in high school.

At the school celebration, the boy in a white shirt played the piano on the stage, with a clean smile and fair fingers, fascinated the whole school with no mathematicians.

"Who is he?" Wang Lang sat on the horizontal bar very dissatisfied, looking at the boy from a distance.

"The one who just transferred here is called Lin Qi." Xu Ting, his buddy beside him, answered him.

"Pretending to be a nobleman." Wang Lang rolled his eyes.

Then Wang Lang discovered that he could always hear Lin Qi's name during morning self-study, during meals, and during physical education class, as long as there were girls present.

"What's so good about that kid?" Wang Lang was really annoyed by what he heard, so he complained in the cafeteria, "He's such a mother, he smiles falsely all day long, and his legs are not as thick as my arms!"

When these words reached Lin Qi's ears, he still just laughed and didn't refute.

Then there was the school sports meeting. Wang Lang ran 3000 meters amidst the cheers of all the girls in the school, and was the first to cross the finish line.

On the left is a physical education teacher helping to relax the muscles, and on the right is a blushing little girl handing drinks. Wang Lang happily drinks Pocari, ready to listen to the radio station's congratulations to himself.

"In this autumn of harvesting hope, Wang Lang, a student from Class 3000 of Senior Secondary School, won the men's 3000-meter championship. The blue sky belongs to him, and the white clouds belong to him. On the [-]-meter track, he is like a prolapsed wild horse, galloping on... ..."

The broadcast on the radio station stopped abruptly, and the whole school was silent for an instant, and burst into laughter three seconds later.

Off, off, prolapsed wild horse?

Wang Lang's face turned ashen.

So the hero has become a joke, the sports meeting has passed for a month, and there are still people pointing at me while walking on the road.

The broadcast manuscript signed by Lin Qi is clipped in his notebook, the font is clear and elegant, as clean as his person.

But how can such beautiful words be able to write such wicked content? !

I once asked him aggressively, but he still looked like a good baby, apologizing to himself in front of the teacher: "I'm sorry, I made a typo."

The smile on his face was innocent and harmless, but his eyes clearly said, I did it on purpose!

I am at odds with him!Wang Lang thought bitterly.

Originally, he had made up his mind to treat him like nothing from now on, but one day Wang Lang came home from school and saw Lin Qi sitting on his sofa.

"What are you doing at my house?!" Wang Lang was irritable.

Lin Qi also looked bitterly, thinking that you thought I wanted to come!

Later, after an introduction, I found out that the parents of both parties are good friends.

Then, those irresponsible parents went to Europe for vacation, leaving the two children at home to depend on each other.

"This bedroom is yours, and this bathroom is yours! The living room, kitchen and dining room downstairs are half of us!" Wang Lang began to divide the territory again.

Lin Qi opened his eyes wide at first, then raised the corners of his mouth little by little until he burst into a canine smile: "Okay, whoever crosses the line is a puppy."

This scene was a bit strangely familiar, Wang Lang was dumbfounded: "You, you, you are..."

"It's me!" Lin Qi frowned, "Hello little hedgehog!"

"Hmph!" Wang Lang slammed the door angrily, laying on the bed and sighing, what kind of evil fate is this!

So the two people's cohabitation life, just like this, slowly kicked off...