Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

"Like it?"

His voice was nice, slightly hoarse, with a bit of bewitching taste, but Bi Xia still didn't speak, and Qiu Zhen didn't care, his eyes lingered on him for a moment and he replied: "I like it very much."

I love your body as much as I love you.

Bi Xia didn't refuse any more, and it's meaningless to refuse any more.

He tried to cooperate with Qiu Zhen, so Qiu Zhen worked harder, trying to please his boyfriend for long-term development.

Maybe the effect is not bad?

It was already eight o'clock when Qiu Zhen opened his eyes, and Bi Xia was still lying beside him, this time was already too lazy for him.

Qiu Zhen was quite proud of successfully making "the emperor not go to court early", stretching out his hand to outline Bi Xia's eyebrows and eyes, and finding him more and more attractive.

Half of the breakfast at home is cooked by grandma and half of the time is bought, and when I go out to buy, I eat my own food.

Qiu Zhen realizes that he lives here, and it seems that there is never a time when his parents wake up, and Bi Xia usually wakes up very early.

Qiu Zhen wanted to kiss Bi Xia but was afraid of waking him up, so he lay beside his boyfriend and watched him, never tired of watching him.

But he got up anyway and went out to buy breakfast.

Mr. Xia was weeding in the yard downstairs, wearing a straw hat and plucking it under the sun.

Qiu Zhen called out to his grandfather, Mr. Xia kept moving his hands, uprooted a weed, shook the soil and threw it into the bamboo basket.

"Going out to buy breakfast?"

"Well, do you want grandpa?"

Qiu Zhen's attitude was very calm, and he didn't have the slightest guilty conscience of "sleeping" with his grandson last night.

Old Mr. Xia smiled, with a few grass leaves in his hands, with some mud on them, and pointed to the east: "The sun shines on the buttocks."

The implication was that it was late, so of course he had eaten breakfast.

"I'm leaving."

Mr. Xia waved his hand, and Qiu Zhen ran out.

When Bi Xia opened his eyes, there was no one around him, so he concluded that it was already late, and the biological clock failed again, so he closed his eyes and recalled last night.

Overall, it was similar to last time, but there were some differences. Specifically, Qiu Zhen made rapid progress.

Bi Xia thought about it while changing clothes.

In his opinion, the last time was an accident, but at present, Qiu Zhen seems to want to keep this accident going and develop it into a fixed leisure activity, the time limit... should be before they have further contact.

If the frequency is properly limited, it is not impossible.

Bi Xia changed her clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.

He is not a passive person, maybe he should enrich his theoretical knowledge, as for practice... Qiu Zhen would be happy to be with him.

They should make this leisure activity more enjoyable.

When Qiu Zhen came back from buying breakfast, Bi Xia had already dressed neatly, and when he saw him, his expression was calm, without any embarrassment.

This is almost the most comfortable time of the year, Qiu Zhen put breakfast in the yard, and Bi Xia walked over to sit down.

Old Mr. Xia raised his straw hat: "It's rare for Dong to sleep in late, why don't you sleep more?"

Bi Xia shook his head: "Wake up."

Qiu Zhen went to the kitchen to get the dishes, and Bi Xia sat there waiting for him.During the meal, Qiu Zhen and Mr. Xia were chatting with each other.

"Did you sleep late last night?"

"Ah."

Bixia replied.

He has a very calm attitude and has nothing to feel guilty about. He has a very clear plan for himself. They will be partners and will do more intimate things in the future.

As for why it is not now, it is not because of age, but because of other insufficient conditions. In Bi Xia, there has never been a problem of age.

Qiu Zhen touched his leg quietly and winked at him, wondering what he would say they were doing.

However, Mr. Xia stopped asking. When the child is too self-disciplined, the parents will hope that the child can indulge appropriately.

After they finished their breakfast, Mr. Xia also put down the bamboo basket, stood up and wiped his hands, sighing, "I'm old, I can't accept my old age."

He stretched his waist and continued talking to himself: "I'm getting old, I won't be able to take it anymore."

After all he said, the two younger ones still didn't respond.

Qiu Zhen didn't understand why he said this suddenly, and didn't know what to say; Bi Xia knew what he was going to say but still waited for his next words.

So Mr. Xia continued to say: "This grass can really grow, and it hasn't been pulled out yet."

Bi Xia finally took his words: "I'll do it."

"It's okay, it's the same if I pull it for two more days."

Now Qiuzhen also knew what he meant, he found it interesting, but he didn't expect Teacher Xia to have such a side.

"Mr. Xia, don't worry, Dongdong and I will pull it out together, and it will be very fast."

Mr. Xia was unhappy: "Why don't you call me Grandpa?"

"I didn't think about it clearly before. If you call me teacher, you will be a generation behind Dongdong. It would be nice to call Dongdong grandpa."

Qiu Zhen called out to his grandfather in a polite manner, and then sat down on the small chair he had just sat on.

Bi Xia found another small chair and gloves. He has done this before. Pulling weeds is not difficult, but his hands do not have the same skills as his grandfather. He needs gloves.

The two of them were working on one side, Mr. Xia sat on the stone bench and drank tea. It was not in vain that he made a play all morning and deceived two strong laborers.

If he didn't speak, they would probably spend another whole day in the house.

It took more than half an hour for Mr. Xia to stop yelling slowly: "Is there any arrangement for Labor Day?"

There is still some time before May Day, and they don't have any specific arrangements for the time being, but they definitely want to spend time together and play together.

Mr. Xia smiled slightly: "Dongdong is so old and hasn't lived in the country?"

Qiu Zhen probably knew what he was going to do.

"I do not have either."

Mr. Xia made a final decision: "Then let's go together."

Bi Xia nodded.

So their Labor Day was clearly arranged, and as soon as they got home, they followed their grandfather to the countryside by car.

Grandma didn't say motion sickness, so she didn't come with them.

Qiu Zhen was surprised at first, she didn't seem to get motion sickness usually, but he understood it after bouncing in the car for an hour.

It is no exaggeration to say: the mountain road here has eighteen bends.

As for the bumps, it's not because of the road, it's purely because of the car, or the driver.

Qiu Zhen, who never got motion sickness, turned blue and faintly nauseous, and Bi Xia was even bloodless, and he suppressed not vomiting because he didn't want to embarrass himself too much.

And the culprit, Mr. Xia, drank two sips of wine as soon as he got in the car, his face was rosy and he was sleeping soundly.

Qiu Zhen remembered that when he got in the car, his grandfather asked them how they slept last night, and after getting an affirmative answer, he took out a small wine bottle and drank a small glass, and then asked them if they wanted it.

They both said no.

As a result, the two of them felt the twists and turns of the winding mountain road very clearly.

Regret now.

When getting out of the car, Qiuzhen felt his feet were a little floating, and Xia Xia must have felt more uncomfortable than him, so he turned around to help him.

The brother who drove didn't think there was any problem with his driving skills at all.

After all, everyone who rides his car up the mountain has this reaction. It can be seen that motion sickness is normal-this is a road problem, what does it have to do with him?

After they got off the car, they went to see Mr. Xia, and the driver brother also went to see him after he unloaded the things from the car.

Old Mr. Xia seemed to be pinching, and slowly woke up.

The driver called him uncle.

"reached?"

It seemed that there was no discomfort, Bi Xia breathed a sigh of relief, his senses were infinitely magnified, and he could hardly hold back the desire to vomit.

Fortunately, the person who picked them up has already arrived, ready to hand over a bottle of essential oil.

"Dacheng is frizzy in his car, so I told him to let his brother go, and see what troubles these two kids."

The speaker looked at Bi Xia and Qiu Zhen with a smile: "You two young men, how handsome."

Mr. Xia didn't say anything before coming here, but now, Bi Xia roughly guessed that this place should be grandma's natal home.

It was the son of one of his cousins ​​who drove them here, so he was his cousin.

The person who came to pick them up at the entrance of the village seemed to be another cousin who called Mr. Xia his uncle.

The house they want to live in is the house that Mr. Xia borrowed when he went to the countryside.

Every time Mr. Xia came here, he would drink some wine and sleep. He originally thought that even if the two young men felt a little uncomfortable, it would not be too serious. Well, so I didn't say it in advance.

However, he underestimated Dacheng's driving skills.

The gentle wind was blowing, and after breathing in the fresh air for a while, Qiu Zhen did recover, but Bi Xia's face was still not very good-looking.

Qiu Zhen cared about him all the way, wishing he could carry someone into the village behind his back.

Taking care of Bi Xia's situation, the person who led the way took them around. In his words: "Going from the village, the geography is fertilizing, and it smells bad."

Qiu Zhen thought about it for a while, and the "village" probably meant the residential area.

After walking for nearly 10 minutes before stopping, I heard someone talking in the yard from a long distance, the sound was like a bell, full of energy.

The person who led the way smiled: "Second Uncle has bad ears and speaks loudly."

Mr. Xia looked a little nostalgic: "He is in good spirits."

Then lead them in.

The yard is tidy, and bamboo shoots are drying on the bamboo strips in the center.

On the side is an old man and a young man arguing about when to fertilize.

Qiu Zhen can understand the dialect here, but the dialect in the south may be two kinds of dialects across the village. The mountain and the bottom of the mountain are completely different, and it is a bit difficult for him to distinguish.

I can only look at Bi Xia, Bi Xia doesn't have the energy to tell him sentence by sentence, in a simple summary: "Experience and theory."

In addition to the old and the young, there was another young man in the yard, squatting under the eaves, smoking a cigarette boredly. When he saw them coming, he threw the cigarette butt under his feet, then rolled it casually, and came over to say hello.

He looked at Mr. Xia hesitantly called Uncle, and then said: "Leave them alone, they have been arguing for three days."

But this is obviously not something they want to ignore. The old man's eyes lit up when he saw Mr. Xia: "Brother-in-law, come here and tell him how to apply this fertilizer. I have planted it for decades. , I don’t know? He has to tell me about his books. You read a lot, so tell me what the books say.”

Qiu Zhen didn't understand what he heard, but combined with Bi Xia's words, he understood what happened.

Theory and experience...

He suddenly thought of something, turned his head and said quietly to Bi Xia: "I saw your notes, when shall we practice it?"

Bi Xia didn't realize what notes he was talking about for a while, Qiu Zhen said again: "I think I have more experience than you, so it's just a matter of synthesizing it with your theory..."