So cute, can't help it

Fang Shu was stunned for a moment to react, his hands unnaturally grabbed the hem of the clothes, and curled up his toes: "I'll wear it later."

He Qing rolled his throat and said "um" from his throat, his eyes fell on him, and he stood motionless against the bathroom door.

The hot water in the bathroom filled the air, condensed into fine droplets on the mirror, and slid down along the smooth mirror surface. Fang Shu's ears turned red from being stared at, and he licked his lips and said, "I'll wear it now."

Before returning to the hanger, Fang Shu picked up the underwear.

As soon as one foot was slipped on, He Qing lowered his eyes, casually put the school uniform trousers on the washing machine at the bathroom door, and leaned down close to the little boy's ear.

"Brother He?" Fang Shu raised his head suspiciously.

"Jiaojiao."

"Ok?"

He Qing pressed his teeth against the little boy's earlobe: "Do you want to learn something else?"

"Others?" Fang Shu fluttered his eyelashes, and grabbed He Qing's clothes with one hand to stabilize his figure. Is there anything else that can be done between men?

He Qing squeezed his wrist: "Brother He will teach you."

Fang Shu nodded, and was about to say "yes", when He Qing wrapped his big hands around the back of his head, tilted his head slightly, and grabbed his lips.

Fang Shu trembled all over, and unconsciously curled his fingers tightly, and He Qing's clothes were quickly ripped out of countless creases.

He Qing lowered his eyelids, glanced from the end of his eyes, pressed the boy's scalp a few times with his fingertips, unbuttoned the boy's shirt collar, leaned him against the bathroom wall, and kissed down the side of his neck.

Fang Shu raised his neck, loosened his fingers feebly, and wrapped his arms around He Qing's back neck.

He Qing's family and the old man are close neighbors, and the two houses are not far apart. There is a cement dam between the two houses, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the mountains are full of various wild plants.

The bathroom faces the hill, outside is a green bamboo forest, there are many small animals in the countryside, they like to come out at night, and strange rustling sounds can be heard from the bamboo forest.

Fang Shu had never heard of it before, his shirt collar was wide open, his hands slid down from the back of He Qing's neck, grabbed the clothes on He Qing's shoulders, and his heels trembled against the wall tiles that were dripping with steam.

"Brother He." Fang Shu leaned against He Qing's ear, and whispered softly, "It's gone."

He Qing rolled his eyes, and saw that the little boy's underpants slipped to the ground at some point at the bend of his knees, winding around his feet, already wet by the water left on the bathroom tiles.

"It's just right, Jiaojiao doesn't need to wear it."

"...?"

Don't need to wear it?How is it possible to sleep without wearing underwear?

He Qing pressed the little boy's waist with his big hands, half picked up the boy, picked up the underwear on the ground and threw it on the hanger, and came to the mirror.

The mirror is wide and occupies half of the wall. In front of the mirror are two half-person-height washstands connected together. The washstands are clean and tidy. There are some daily toiletries on them, and there are hangers for changing clothes next to them.

He Qing wiped away the water drops on the mirror, took out a bottle of Vaseline from behind the shower gel and shampoo, and wiped it on his hands: "There is nothing else available at home, so Jiaojiao will take it first."

Fang Shu didn't understand why, and was about to ask "what's next", He Qing asked him to stand by the sink: "Jiaojiao, grab the sink."

Fang Shu had no choice but to swallow the questions that came to his lips, raised his hands obediently, and barely supported the edge of the sink when his fingers slipped suddenly and almost slipped off the sink.

"Brother He." Fang Shu's voice trembled.

"Boy He!" The door downstairs was slammed, and the old man hiccupped, waved his hands, and shouted upstairs: "Boy He, are you asleep? If you haven't, come down and open the door for me." !"

Fang Shu held his knees together, grabbed the sink with both hands, and turned his head to look behind: "Brother He, the old man is looking for you."

He Qing held his waist, and moved his hands from behind to the front of his body.

Fang Shu's eyes were wide open, the thin shoulder blades under his shirt were shaking up and down, and his upper body was almost completely lying on the sink.

"Brother He." Fang Shu said intermittently, "Grandpa."

He Qing cast down his eyes, looking down at the little boy from above: "Can Jiaojiao help Brother He answer a message?"

"Back, back to what?" Fang Shu stretched his neck back, and his nose flapped.

Before He Qing could speak, the old man downstairs went to the middle of the cement dam, looked upstairs, and slapped the door: "The light is still on, don't pretend to be asleep! I don't want to take things with you, take them down and return them to me." I!"

The old man was drunk, and acted like a child, with no strength in his hands, and the sound of the door slamming was heard far away.

Fang Shu was startled and bit his lips quickly, his voice choked in his throat.

It feels so strange.

Fang Shu shook his head, trying to get rid of this sense of powerlessness jumping on his nerves, He Qing's lips pressed against the back of his trembling neck and kissed slowly.

Fang Shu stiffened his neck, his fingers clenched instantly.

Downstairs, the old man was still rambling.

"Tell me, how many years have I not seen their mother and I, what if Xinxin's mother is not happy and refuses to accept the thing if she finds out that I gave it to you?"

The old man scratched at his messy hair, and walked around anxiously in front of the gate: "No, no, it's too messy to send things rashly, and Xinxin's mother will definitely not accept it. Don't make it difficult for everyone to get off the stage."

"Boy He, did you hear what I said? Open the door quickly!" The old man put his hands on his hips, raised his hands in the air and slapped the door again.

Look at the posture, if you don't open the door for him, he won't leave.

He Qing paused, looked at the little boy lying on his chest, passed his hand under the boy's knees, and carried the little boy out of the bathroom.

The temperature outside the bathroom was much lower, and Fang Shu shrank subconsciously.

He Qing quickened his pace, put the little boy on the bed, opened the balcony door on the second floor, and threw the keychain downstairs: "The door is not locked, the things are on the living room table, take them by yourself."

The old man stared upstairs in a daze for a while, then slowly bent down to pick up the key, and went to open the door muttering.

Drunken and unable to use his hands, the old man fiddled with the keyhole for a long time before opening the door.

He Qing closed the balcony door and returned to the bedroom. The little boy closed his eyes half-closed, panting with his swollen lips slightly parted, his shirt collar slipped to his shoulders, white stains smeared on the hem of his back, and one leg hangs weakly under the bed.

He Qing sat on the edge of the bed, bent his phalanges and scraped the little boy's instep, his ankles trembled, and his toes curled up.

Fang Shu withdrew his feet and wanted to hide under the quilt, but He Qing grabbed his ankle and leaned down: "Jiaojiao is scared?"

"certainly not."

Fang Shu sniffed, his mouth was stiff, and he wanted to say something, He Qing pulled him to him, unzipped his zipper, and separated his knees.

Fang Shu's face immediately turned pale, his mouth was open, his teeth trembled, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

……

What the old man asked He Qing to bring was not any precious things, but some handmade children's toys and a few souvenirs, not many, but he had a heart behind the price.

He Qing put the package on the table intact, and the old man saw it immediately when he stepped into the door.

The old man picked up the package, looked at it silently for a moment, put it back on the table, and walked out.

After taking two steps, I came back, picked up the package, and stretched my neck to explore the corridor: "Boy He, I took the things away. I'll put the key on the table for you. Don't forget to take it away!"

The lights in the corridor were not turned on, it was pitch black, and no movement could be heard upstairs.

The old man muttered: "I don't know if Boy He heard it, forget it, I will remind him tomorrow."

The old man closed the door and walked out. The sound of the iron lock making a sharp sound in the dark night, like a thunderbolt, made Fang Shu's nervous reflex jump, the back of his head rubbed against the bed, and the faint fragrance of laundry detergent on the quilt floated into his nose , it seems to be the same smell as He Qing's clothes.

Fang Shu had no time to compare, he was dizzy, as if he had experienced death, he kept shaking his head, tears streaming down his face: "I don't want to study anymore, I don't want to study anymore."

He Qing wiped away the tears from the corners of the little boy's eyes, and kissed his sweaty forehead: "Okay, listen to Jiaojiao."

The lights on the ceiling were graceful, and the light and shadow cast down and landed on He Qing.

He Qing grabbed the little boy's arm: "Jiaojiao doesn't need to learn, don't care what Brother He teaches."

……

As an old alcoholic, the old man's drunkenness comes and goes quickly.

At around six o'clock the next day, before dawn, I went downstairs to He Qing and shouted: "Boy He, it's time to get up and burn incense! Take advantage of the good weather, go early and come back early!"

There were lights on upstairs, and the light was bright, but no one responded.

The old man thought strangely in his heart, the light was on, but no one got up?

The old man raised his voice and was about to shout again when the balcony door on the second floor opened. He Qing raked his hair and walked to the balcony shirtless: "Come down immediately."

The old man choked: "I put the key on the table."

He Qing came back temporarily, and the incense was also decided on a temporary basis, and the items to be used for the incense were also not prepared in advance.

On the contrary, the old man often offered incense to Xinxin's father and his wife. There were a lot of incense items at home, so he took out a bunch and gave it to He Qing.

"Enough." He Qing said, "It won't take so much."

"Not enough, your parents are two people, burn more." Not only did the old man not listen to the persuasion, he also stuffed two stacks of paper money into the basket: "Oh, by the way, the little guy who came back with you, why didn't you see anyone else?" ?”

The old man looked at the empty corridor behind He Qing, he hadn't seen the little boy coming down the stairs for a long time.

He Qing said without changing his expression: "He can't get up, he's still sleeping."

The old man showed some disapproval: "Did the little guy play games all night?"

He Qing was noncommittal.

The old man thought he had guessed right, and said earnestly, "I woke up thirsty at two o'clock in the morning to drink water, and saw that the lights upstairs in your house were still on. Alas, young people, relying on their energy, they always like to mess around and don't understand Love your body."

He Qing said lightly: "I'll supervise him in the future. You really don't need me to bring Xinxin something for you?"

The old man was stunned for a while, then sighed: "No more. I haven't met them a few times in total. If you really count, they don't have much affection for me. At Xinxin's father's funeral, I It's such an ugly fight with Xinxin's mother... The elder is not the elder, and the younger is not the younger, so let the two of them always think that I am dead."

After all, one day, he will go down to accompany his son and wife.