Dumb painter giants grudge

Wen Rang seemed to be wearing a mask of pain. Weakness and helplessness were written all over his face, and his limbs were firmly attached to He Shishen's body.

"You know you're scared?" He Shishen rubbed the other person's face, "Are you still running alone?"

Wen Rang's snorted breath sprayed on the other party's face, no matter what the other party said, he didn't dare to let go.

"You're quite afraid of these little animals, you're like a little wife." He Shishen laughed so hard that his mouth almost stretched out from his ears.

—————— This is a small animal?

——————Lizards, four-legged snakes, what are small animals?

Wen Rang could hardly understand the other party's thoughts.

"Hey, give me a kiss." He Shishen pinched the opponent's buttocks, "Otherwise I'll let you down, here, the grass is moving, did you hear me?"

With a sound of "Bo", Wen Rang kissed the other person's chin without hesitation.

He Shishen seemed to have taken advantage of something, and said calmly, "Actually, the one that crawled over my feet just now was neither a snake nor a lizard, but a mouse."

mouse……

Wen Rang let go of his hand immediately, slapped the opponent on the back of the head, and struggled until He Shishen put him down.

"I'm not. See if you're angry. I want to coax you. Don't leave. I still have to pick grapefruit leaves." He Shishen held Wen Rang's hand.

Wen Rang bit He Shishen's hand angrily, and He Shishen immediately let out an "ah" in pain.

The wound left by smashing the mirror at the wine table last time was not completely healed, Wen Rang bit the scab that had almost healed open.

Wen Rang took a closer look, only to realize that he had bitten the opponent's wound, and bluffed the opponent.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm pretending it doesn't hurt." He Shishen wanted to be hypocritical, but now he can't bear it anymore.

When the other party said this, Wen Rang really ruthlessly shook off the other party's hand.

"Hiss, why are you shaking my hand like this? It hurts so much, ah, it's bleeding." He Shishen said while covering his hands.

Wen Rang gave up on his hypocrisy, took out the plastic bag in his trouser pocket, and started picking leaves.

"What do you think this group of people are thinking? They asked you to pick the leaves at night, and co-authoring is bullying you. The leaves will be left until tomorrow, so it's obvious that they are bullying you." He Shishen is taller than Wen Rang , it is more convenient to pick leaves from high places.

Of course Wen Rang knew that those relatives who were so unfamiliar to him treated him deliberately, but he was willing to do this only for the sake of the dead.

"Also, everyone has rested, so let me wash the dishes. Of course I have no problem with washing the dishes, but bullying me is equivalent to bullying you on purpose. Your aunts, you are all What kind of look, I wish I could make you exhausted to be satisfied." He Shishen was still complaining.

Wen Rang could only listen, and he also knew that those relatives were not very good at acting for him. His biological mother, Jiang Jinjin, was loved by her parents more than other children before she was alive, but in the end she became the lover of a rich man, and even gave birth to an illegitimate child and died. , this kind of thing will inevitably become a chat in the village, and Wen Rang will inevitably be looked at differently.

The two picked a bag full and heavy, and when they were about to leave the forest, He Shishen stopped suddenly.

Wen Rang put his hands on his hips, not knowing what the other party wanted.

"I lost my ring." He Shishen turned on the flashlight, squatted down and looked around.

Wen Rang couldn't remember when He Shishen brought the ring here, but he followed him and squatted down to look for it.

"Where is it? Alas, why did it fall?" He Shishen was nervous.

It was very dark at night, and the two of them squatted in the woods looking for something, and it would be strange if they could find it.

Furthermore, what if there is no loss at all?

"Hey, don't move, stand up, I feel under your feet." He Shishen shined the flashlight on Wen Rang's feet.

Wen Rang stood up immediately, stood still and let the other party find him.

"Is it here?" He Shishen leaned over, groping around Wen Rang's feet, and touched the wet trouser legs of the other party, "Did you also fall into the stream?"

Wen Rang almost wanted to kick him in the face.

"Your feet are so cold..." He Shishen held the opponent's ankle, the warmth of his palm immediately matched the coldness of the opponent's ankle.

This movement is very strange, Wen Rang felt a little bit of that meaning.

In the TV series, isn’t Ximen Qing hooking up with Pan Jinlian just pretending to pick up things and touch his feet under the wine table?

Wen Rang was wearing old-fashioned wide trousers, which he borrowed from other people. He Shishen held the other person's ankles and moved them up slowly.

When he touched the calf muscles, He Shishen felt that Wen Rang had tensed up and was looking down at him.

——He hasn't kicked me yet, and he hasn't gone away.

——Is it... that's what it means?

He Shishen turned off the flash of the phone with one hand and threw it aside, everything became dark again.

Wen Rang froze on the spot as if possessed by a demon, staring motionlessly at the person at his feet under his eyelids, who was still groping for his calf.

No one made a sound, it was so quiet that the ding-dong sound of the gurgling stream outside the forest could be heard.

He Shishen kneaded the opponent's calf muscles mischievously. Wen Rang's calf was very straight, the muscles were slightly protruding but not redundant, and the lines were smooth. Naturally, He Shishen had seen a lot of them, but now on this big night, what? I can't see it clearly, but it feels very different.

"The trouser legs are wet, I'll pin them up for you."

He Shishen raised his head and looked at Wen Rang. Although neither of them could fully see each other's eyes, they both felt such inexplicable emotions and hopelessness.

"en." Wen Rang snorted softly.

After getting permission, He Shishen took his hands out of his trouser legs, and solemnly fastened the other party's trouser legs.

The trouser legs were rolled up to half of the calves, and He Shishen flattened the creases again, and then touched the opponent's knees, the cloth rubbed against He Shishen's fingertips.

The finger pulps all the way up disrupted the breathing of the two of them.

Obviously nothing happened, but it seemed like everything happened.

Even if he was squatting and half kneeling, He Shishen's back was still straight.

"Unfortunately, it's someone else's pants."

He Shishen's voice was deep, and his face was stuck somewhere, feeling something of the other party through the fabric.

Wen Rang couldn't see the other person's expression, but only saw He Shishen's hair twitching on the top of his head, his high nose bridge, and his thick black hair trembling slightly.

Wen Rang's trousers were tied with crooked bows. He Shishen held the trousers and pulled them aside, and the bows fell apart.

"He..." Wen Rang was still holding the bag of grapefruit leaves in his hand.

"I'll make you a cow or a horse."

Wen Rang didn't want to look at the treasure that came out of his hand, so he turned his face slightly.

It's not the first time that He Shishen has "made a fool of himself" for the other party, but where is this?How can it be compared with usual.

Wen Rang felt that the plastic bag in his hand was about to become unsteady, and the plastic bag hit the trouser leg, making a rattling sound.

He Shishen's thick hair was dancing, and hearing it made his heart feel hot.

In short, after a long time, Wen Rang was a little unsteady to pick up the plastic bag containing grapefruit leaves that was thrown aside during the process.

"I'll come, I'll come!" He Shishen wiped his mouth and supported Wen Rang.

He Shishen picked up the phone and the plastic bag, turned on the flashlight of the phone, and walked away with Wen.

Wen Rang was so ashamed that he insisted on breaking free from him.

"Now you want to push me away again, didn't you enjoy it just now?" He Shishen held the other party more firmly, "You smell, my face still smells."

These words were really blunt, after all it was unbearable, Wen Rang bit the opponent's cheek hard, as if wishing to bite off the opponent's flesh.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I know I'm wrong, you let go first." He Shishen felt as if his cheek flesh was about to be torn off.

Wen Rang let go only because he felt it wasn't enough, and punched the opponent in the waist again.

"If it wasn't too exposed here, I wouldn't have to deal with you, you would have to be docile." He Shishen covered his face and said, "Who's wife bites her husband so hard, her mouth looks like her back, she really knows bite."

———Knowing that being exposed to others is still...

———Still fucking me like that.

Wen Rang couldn't understand how He Shishen became full of foul language in one day, and wondered if he had come into contact with some people in the village.

"Let's sleep on the floor on the second floor tonight, right?"

Wen Rang nodded, the belated blush finally came.

"You sleep against the wall tonight, I'll be next to you outside." He Shishen picked off a leaf and put it behind Wen Rang's ear.

When the two of them left the forest and reached the stream, Wen Rang forced He Shishen to wash his hands, and even insisted on washing his face.

"How can I let you wash it for me? The water is too cold. Don't touch it. I'll wash it myself." He Shishen picked up the cold stream water with his hands and splashed it on his face.

After washing, He Shishen took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face.

Wen Rang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, this person still carries this thing with him?

Then I took a closer look and saw that the four corners of the handkerchief were still embroidered with patterns with blue borders...it looked familiar.

——Well, it’s not…

———This is like my previous photo...

Wen Rang's heart shrank a little, and he suddenly remembered that when the two met for the first time in the studio, He Shishen's trousers were stained with paint, and he wiped it with this handkerchief, and he didn't care about the handkerchief anymore. .

Unexpectedly, the old things can be reproduced.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I wash my face and look good, right? Ah, isn't your husband handsome?"

He Shishen rubbed the handkerchief in the stream, wrung out the water, put it on his knees, and carefully folded it.

—————He kept it all the time?

Wen Rang took off the handkerchief from the opponent's knee and looked at it seriously.

—————It is indeed that one.

"What's the matter?" He Shishen took the handkerchief back from the other party's hand and carefully folded it again, "This is the token of the beginning of our love, and I carry it with me every day to keep it safe."

Wen Rang OS: What custom is popular to use a handkerchief to keep safe?

"Hey, you always like to run away from me. Except for this handkerchief, I have nothing else to think about."

He Shishen said casually, and after folding the handkerchief, he put it back in his pocket, then held up the phone to light up the light in one hand, and led Wen Rang across the small wooden bridge with the other.

Wen Rang saw the darkness ahead, but also saw the starlight gathered by the people around him.

[The author has something to say: The part in the woods has to be written a bit implicitly, I don’t know if everyone understands it]