Times of Our Lives - Chapter 15

The weather was getting colder. When Xie Meng came out to punch one day, it was rare that he did not do tricks with Zhang Xiujuan. The old lady was basking in the yard and squinting unconsciously before she slept.

“Good wife.” Xie Meng wiped her sweat: “Go in and sleep, it’s cold outside.”

Zhang Xiujuan smiled with narrowed eyes. After November, she was about to enter into a trance. Recently, she was a bit less spirited than before.

“Suddenly I feel really old.” Zhang Xiujuan straightened her white hair. She patted the position beside her: “Sit with my good wife.”

Xie Meng sat next to her and rubbed her hands: “Now that she is old, she is not old.”

“That’s different.” Zhang Xiujuan said lightly: “I’m old, that’s really old, I know.”

Mo Suyuan rarely got up early on Saturday and went to Xishan to fish with Ji Shanrong. She was already used to running and punching every morning.

“Do you bring your friends back to play, do you want your mother to prepare?” Mo Suyuan yawned and turned over the refrigerator, and said to herself, “The dessert is not enough …”

Ji Qinyang put on his shoes and buckled the earphones on his head: “He will do it, so don’t worry about it.”

Mo Suyuan gave him a glance at him: “How can the guests get their hands on it.” After that, he was a little uncertain: “Isn’t it really a girl?”

“It’s a boyfriend.” Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow and said half-truth: “His name is Xie Meng, and I’ll introduce you next time.”

Mo Suyuan only waved his hand when he was joking, ready to wait for his son to take the strawberries from the refrigerator and wash them in the kitchen.

Xie Meng opened the gate and waited for Ji Qinyang to park the car. When the boy locked the car, he suddenly said: “Why? Why can’t I insert the key?”

“Let me see.” Xie Meng doubted him, and the moment he bent down, Ji Qinyang turned his head and kissed him like a dragonfly on his lips.

Xie Meng: “…”

Zhang Xiujuan greeted in the room, “Xiao Ji, come and taste the good wife’s red bean porridge.”

“Come here.” Ji Qinyang struck Xie Meng’s shoulder.

Xie Meng sighed: “… Don’t engage in surprise raids.”

Ji Qinyang: “?”

Xie Meng: “Heart disease is going to be scared.”

Ji Qinyang smiled. He took advantage of Zhang Xiujuan’s attention and whispered in Xie Meng’s ear: “Can’t help it.”

Xie Meng looked at him.

Ji Qinyang’s expression was serious: “It’s uncomfortable not to kiss you.”

Zhang Xiujuan’s radio broke down last week. At that time, Xie Meng’s midterm exam had just ended, and she accidentally raised the matter with Ji Qinyang. The boy volunteered to come and help him repair it.

Originally, Xie Meng only used the other party to find an excuse to come to his own home. As a result, Ji Qinyang actually took Zhang Xiujuan’s radio open and reassembled it. After a short period of debugging, the radio heard the tune of “New Mulan” .

Zhang Xiujuan gave a surprise “Yeah”.

Ji Qinyang turned up the volume a bit, although there were noises, but it was much clearer than before.

Zhang Xiujuan said happily: “Oh … I can finally understand.” She couldn’t help but count her little grandson: “It’s more capable of watching Xiaoji!”

Ji Qinyang was also polite, saying in Suzhou: “I also want to be a good-wife’s grandson.”

“It’s all my grandchildren, it’s all my heart.” Zhang Xiujuan smiled like a flower: “Come on, eat red bean porridge.”

Zhang Xiujuan’s radio got better, so naturally she couldn’t bear it. Xie Meng simply left the old lady alone to listen to the book quietly, and pulled Ji Qinyang out to eat red bean porridge. He filled the other person with a full bowl. Took a piece of cake.

“You don’t like sweetness.” Ji Qinyang drank half of the bowl without a spoon.

Xie Meng shook his head: “Do you like it?”

“Like it.” Ji Qinyang smiled. He drank the remaining half of the bowl of porridge and put it in the sink.

“Go back and buy a new radio for my good wife.” Ji Qinyang poured a little detergent: “I can only repair it this time, it’s too old, I still have to change it.”

Xie Meng reached out to help him roll up his sleeves and lowered his head, “The old man is used to it, he can’t bear it, she likes it.”

Ji Qinyang didn’t speak, his gaze fell on Xie Meng’s focused side face, and he suddenly said, “You are my heart, too.”

Xie Meng: “…”

Ji Qinyang smiled and kissed his horn: “It’s so sweet.”

The old lady also went to the teahouse to listen to the storytelling in the afternoon. Xie Meng finally locked the gate of the courtyard, and Ji Qinyang took a bicycle and waited for him.

“What to eat in the evening?” The boy confirmed again without much disappointment: “Really not staying at my house?”

Xie Meng looked at him helplessly.

Ji Qinyang poked his lips: “Okay.”

Xie Meng was unsmiling, and he reached out and rubbed the back of his head: “You …”

The meaning of autumn is profound. Ji Qinyang carried Xie Meng riding across the bridge, the streets were planted with ginkgo, and the yellow leaves of the fan petals paved all the way.

Ji Qinyang hummed and didn’t know when the song was written and turned across the road. Xie Meng listened behind him for a while and asked, “What about that song?”

Ji Qinyang’s voice came from the wind with a smile: “Which song?”

Xie Meng recalled for a long time and hummed for a while.

Ji Qinyang waited for the other party to sing and sing the two sentences before answering: “Not yet written … Do you like it?”

Xie Meng nodded: “Yes.”

Ji Qinyang: “That’s all for you.”

“It’s true.” Xie Meng asked with a smile

“The songs you write in the future are all yours.” Ji Qinyang turned back, he looked at Xie Meng: “It’s all written to you.”

When Mo Suyuan and Ji Qinyang arrived at the house, the two had washed strawberries on the table, which looked tempting and delicious.

“Would you like something to eat?” Ji Qinyang held half a strawberry and pointed vaguely, “Well.”

Xie Meng pressed up on each other’s heads. The two kissed for a long time, and their mouths were filled with the sweet juice of strawberries.

Ji Qinyang hugged him and refused to let it go. His lower bodies were next to each other, and obviously they all reacted.

Xie Meng calmed down for a while and whispered, “No more … when will your parents come back?”

“Probably late.” Ji Qinyang stepped back a little, but still holding Xie Meng’s hand tightly, he took the other party to his own music room, handwritten sheet music scattered beside the piano.

Xie Meng picked up a few to see.

“It’s all nagging.” Xie Meng smiled: “I don’t understand.”

Ji Qinyang hugged him and sat on the piano stool, fingered on the score: “dodo, miso, fafarui ~”

Xie Meng followed and sang carefully: “dodo …”

Ji Qinyang’s hand reached into the hem of the boy’s clothes, his lips pressed against each other’s white neck.

Xie Meng: “…”

Ji Qinyang licked / made with his earlobe, Xie Meng hid anxiously: “Don’t …”

Ji Qinyang turned around, and Xie Mengquan sat on his lap and became face-to-face. The boy covered his face with a sheet music, and both sides of the paper were pinched and wrinkled.

“What are you doing?” Ji Qinyang smiled and wanted to pull out the score: “Teared, who am I looking for?”

“…” Xie Meng put down his hand, his face was a little red, and his expression was still calm. Ji Qinyang pressed up and kissed the corner of his eyes and brows.

Heating was turned on in the room, and Xie Meng’s thin sweater was rolled up by Ji Qinyang. The boy lowered his head and kissed each other’s chest, his lips playing with his **** / heads.

Xie Meng pushed him a little unbearably: “Don’t get old there.”

“Why?” Ji Qinyang smiled. “Is it uncomfortable?”

Xie Meng didn’t want to speak awkwardly, and Ji Qinyang then smiled and said deliberately, “That seems comfortable.”

Behind the two was the piano. Xie Meng couldn’t hide, so he could only lean on it.

Ji Qinyang kissed him for a while and couldn’t help but reach out and pull down the other person’s pants.

The boy’s half-erected / raised split / body was wrapped in underwear, and the exposed shapes and colors were very beautiful. Xie Meng subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, and was gently patted by Ji Qinyang.

Recalling his experience of being a fighter / gun, Ji Qinyang helped Xie Meng **** / kinky, the latter grasped his shoulder tightly, and the flushing on his face became deeper and deeper.

Ji Qinyang stared at the boy’s expression. His soothing movements kept on his hands, and his voice was dumb: “I want to use my mouth … is it okay?”

Xie Meng shook, Ji Qinyang had not responded yet, the other side had already shot.

“…”

Ji Qinyang muttered: “It’s a pity …”

Regarding Ji Qinyang’s pity, Xie Meng didn’t know what to look at. He jerked out a tissue and wiped his things clean. When he accidentally hit Ji Qinyang’s legs, he found that the other party was still hard.

“I …” Xie Meng took a breath: “I help you …”

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow. He grabbed Xie Meng’s hand and pressed it to the back, and circled people into his arms: “This time it’s fine.”

Xie Meng said with guilt: “But …”

Ji Qinyang kissed him and said, “Can you help me with oral sex?”

Xie Meng: “………”

When Mo Suyuan returned, Ji Qinyang was teaching Xie Meng to recognize the staff, she quietly pushed open the door, but the two boys did not find her, and whispered together.

Mo Suyuan walked around Ji Qinyang lightly, Xie Meng saw her when she looked up.

Mo Suyuan raised her index finger for a boo gesture, then reached out and covered her son’s eyes.

Xie Meng: “…”

Mo Suyuan pretended to be Luo Liyin: “Guess what clothes mom is wearing today ~”

Ji Qinyang laughed, and he pulled down Mo Suyuan’s hand: “You look good no matter what you wear.”

Xie Meng stood aside, greeting ceremoniously: “Auntie.”

Mo Suyuan didn’t have the elder’s stand, and patted Xie Meng’s shoulders in an intimate manner, jokingly: “It is indeed my son’s ‘boyfriend’. He is so handsome ~”

Xie Meng: “…”

Rarely, a friend with a son stayed for dinner. Mo Suyuan wished to burn a table full of Han, and Xie Meng’s bowl was empty from beginning to end.

When I was half-eaten, Mo Suyuan remembered one thing: “I met Teacher Wu when I was fishing with your dad today. He asked you if you had read the recommendation letter of Alto.”

Xie Meng hadn’t heard Ji Qinyang mention the alto before, he stopped eating and turned to look at Ji Qinyang.

“Looked at it.” Ji Qinyang filled the bowl of soup and handed it to Xie Meng: “I’m still thinking.”

“This is a good opportunity.” Ji Shanrong said, “Ms. Wu has already helped you sign up for the music theory test for this summer’s vacation, and work hard.”

Ji Qinyang had no opinion. He gave Xie Meng Jia Cai and found that the boy was holding his bowl in a daze.

“What’s wrong?” Ji Qinyang pushed him.

Xie Meng recalled: “Are you … planning to take Beijing?”

Ji Qinyang said indifferently: “Not yet determined, maybe.”

Xie Meng opened his mouth, he swallowed, and some did not know what to say.

“Where is Xie Meng?” Mo Suyuan cared enthusiastically. “Where are you going to take the test?”

“Mom, didn’t you ask for nothing.” Ji Qinyang laughed: “He must follow me …”

“Shanghai.” Xie Meng interrupted the other side calmly, he did not open his eyes, deliberately did not look at Ji Qinyang’s expression of astonishment, and slowly said, “I am going to Shanghai for examination.”

The street lights in Shantang Street are only scattered. Ji Qinyang pushed his car and walked beside Xie Meng silently. The light and shadow slowly overlapped and backed off, blurring the expressions on the faces of the two like the old movie.

“Don’t you blame me for not telling you about Alto.” Ji Qinyang suddenly spoke in the dark, and he heard Xie Meng sigh only when it was time to reach the next street light.

“No.” Xie Meng stood under the light, and the dim light hit his face. The boy’s expression was mild: “I was just a bit surprised …” He pondered: “You can go to the alto, I am very for you Glad, really, great. “

Ji Qinyang frowned: “But you don’t want to go to Beijing.”

Xie Meng pursed his lips. He avoided Ji Qinyang’s eyes and calmed down as much as possible: “Even if I don’t go to Beijing, nothing will change …”

“Do you want to talk about long-distance love with me?” Ji Qinyang’s tone was a bit punchy, cold and sharp, “Or do you think that even if it breaks up because of distance?”

Xie Meng opened his eyes wide, his expression complex and furious, and began to argue: “What are you talking about …!”

“You tell me nothing, I don’t know what you’re thinking.” Ji Qinyang stared at the other person’s expression: “I’m like a hot fool.”

Xie Meng shook his fist. He seemed to be patient, and for a long while he said coldly, “Did you tell me about going to the alto, you would rather tell Qi Fei than tell me!”

The empty lane was silent, and the broken street lights fell on Ji Qinyang’s feet. He didn’t look away, stiffly, “I don’t want to fight with you.”

Xie Meng was silent. He watched Ji Qinyang step on the bicycle, the boy kicked his feet, leaned slightly, and came over and kissed his brow bones forcefully.

“I’m going back,” Ji Qinyang whispered, “See you tomorrow.”