Substitute unspoken rules

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When approaching the orchard, Xin Shangzhi was tripped by a stone on the road and almost sprained his ankle.

Song Yike quickly jumped down to check his injury.

Xin Shangzhi himself seemed indifferent, sat down on the road, patted Song Yike's head, and asked lightly:

"what happened?"

"Does it hurt?"

Song Yike reached out and lifted up Xin Shangzhi's trouser legs, and after confirming that he was fine, he gave him a look:

"You know you're poor!"

"If you sprain your ankle, no one will carry you down the mountain!"

Xin Shangzhi smiled slightly, and said:

"No, I won't sprain my feet, isn't it all right?"

Song Yike said angrily: "Is it okay if you say it's okay?"

"Don't be brave, it's normal for me not to be able to carry my back, and I won't laugh at you!"

"Hey..." Xin Shangzhi wanted to refute, but was immediately frightened back by Song Yike's look.

Song Yike looked worried, obviously distressed to death, but still pretended to be fierce to Xin Shangzhi and said:

"Stand up and move!"

Xin Shangzhi was too lazy to move, he put his arms around Song Yike's waist, and then lazily got up.

Xin Shangzhi endured the pain, pretended to be nonchalant and took two steps before saying:

"Look, isn't it all right?"

"Don't be angry, wrinkle your face, it's not cute anymore!"

Song Yike picked up the mobile phone that fell on the ground, angrily grabbed Xin Shangzhi's hand, inserted his fingers between his fingers, and clasped it tightly:

"You are not cute!"

"Since when have I been the cute type?"

The more Xin Shangzhi teased, the more he felt that Song Yi was cute, so he couldn't help but scratched his palm, saying:

"In my eyes, it has always been cute!"

Song Yike gave a soft "cut", and kept staring at Xin Shangzhi's feet.

After a long time, he let go of Xin Shangzhi, put the basket under an orange tree, and said to Xin Shangzhi:

"I won't take you to make a wish tonight!"

Xin Shang asked anxiously:

"Why?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to see the meteor?"

Song Yike reached out and picked a few oranges and put them in the basket by his side, and replied:

"Because there are no meteors tonight!"

Xin Shangzhi also reached out and picked a few oranges casually, looked at Song Yike, and asked:

"There are always stars!"

"I haven't watched it with you yet..."

Who knew that Song Yike glared at him again.

Xin Shangzhi blinked innocently, and said weakly:

"I listen to you, if you don't read it, don't read it!"

"It's the same with you, my baby is prettier than stars and shooting stars!"

Song Yike stared at the oranges picked by Xin Shang, and asked solemnly:

"Do you like to eat green ones?"

Xin Shangzhi nodded, casually peeled off a half-red and half-green orange in his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Yi could tell how sour the orange was by looking at Xin Shangzhi's expression.

He couldn't help being a little worried about Xin Shangzhi's IQ, and watched Xin Shangzhi frown as he swallowed the orange with the expression of two idiots the whole time.

"so stupid……"

Xin Shangzhi smiled slightly, took the man who was still calling him stupid into his arms, and kissed the pink lips directly.

When Xin Shang stuck his tongue in, Song Yi could taste a sweet and sour taste.

There was also a scent of oranges, and it was rare for him to stare at Xin Shangzhi's perfect face when he kissed Xin Shangzhi.

Fortunately, Xin Shangzhi kept his eyes closed all the time, otherwise he wouldn't dare to look at his eyes that can make people fall in love at this moment.

Song Yike put his arms around Xin Shangzhi's neck, deepening the kiss.

The two kissed passionately, Song Yike used his eyes to trace Xin Shangzhi's facial features inch by inch at close range, and suddenly bumped into Xin Shangzhi's bottomless eyes.

Xin Shangzhi continued to kiss, but he didn't close his eyes like before.

Song Yi could feel his heart beating uncontrollably, and he could clearly feel that Xin Shangzhi's breathing was a little heavier.

Song Yike felt that Xin Shangzhi's eyes were too hot, but he couldn't bear to close them.

He saw Xin Shangzhi's eyes lifted up, and then he kissed him gently and long.

Song Yike felt that he could hardly breathe, even his lips and tongue were a little numb, so Xin Shangzhi reluctantly let him go.

Xin Shangzhi took a breath, and then said lightly:

"It's obviously sweet, not sour at all!"

Song Yike licked his lips and retorted:

"You bullshit!"

"It's obviously very sour, I tasted it!"

Xin Shangzhi in turn sucked his lips again, saying:

"I'll try it again!"

"Well, it's obviously sweet, and it's very sweet!"

"I have eaten it many times, and every time I eat it, I feel sweeter, how can it be sour!"

Song Yike was annoyed that Xin Shangzhi was dragging the topic further and further away, but at this time, he didn't know how to refute, so he could only reach out and pick the oranges silently.

Xin Shang came over eagerly, and said shamelessly:

"Try it again, mine is sweet too!"

Song Yike picked a big orange and stuffed it in his hand, don't turn his head to ignore him.

Xin Shangzhi fell silent, and started picking oranges silently.

After a while, Song Yike turned his head and said:

"You are not allowed to pick green ones!"

Xin Shangzhi nodded obediently, and said:

"Promise not!"

"Otherwise, give them all to me!"

Song Yike looked at the ones in the basket, but he didn't see anything.

The two picked a lot of fruit in the orchard, and several large boxes were full.

Xin Shangzhi felt that it was impossible for him and Song Yike to move down the mountain.

As soon as he lay lazily in the grass, he didn't want to get up.

Song Yike looked at him condescendingly, and said mischievously:

"Aren't you afraid of snakes?"

When Xin Shangzhi heard about the snake, he felt a chill down his spine, but he didn't believe Song Yike's words.

He believed that if there were snakes, Song Yi would not let him lie there so calmly.

Song Yike was talking, but his body could not be controlled and lay down.

Xin Shangzhi slightly turned his head away and asked:

"I picked so many, how do I take them home?"

Song Yike quickly turned over and pressed Xin Shangzhi under him, but he didn't let the weight fall on him at all, but relied on his own hands to support him. He replied:

"Uncle and aunt will ask someone to move it later."

Xin Shangzhi was curious that he picked so many, he probably didn't eat them himself!

But if you sell it, every household here has it, and the cost of transporting it into the city is too high, which is not cost-effective.

He asked, "Do you want to sell it?"

Song Yike nodded and replied:

"There is a processing factory in the town, and my uncle and aunt are running it!"

Xin Shangzhi nodded, stretched out his hand to pull Song Yike down and leaned against his chest, and asked:

"Have you done this often before?"

Song Yike casually picked up a hawthorn on the ground, and replied:

"I often come back when I go home during the holidays. I usually go to school, so I don't have time!"