Times of Our Lives - Chapter 21

When Xie Meng didn’t respond when he was stripped into the quilt, Ji Qinyang got into the quilt from the other end. Xie Meng only felt that his feet were hot and his ankles were already held in his hands.

“Don’t …” Feeling that Qinyang was kissing his toes, Xie Meng’s shameful face turned red: “Dirty.”

Ji Qinyang ignored him and kissed the instep along the other’s toes, then the calf and thigh. While sucking the skin on the inside of the thigh, Xie Meng’s lower body was obviously erected / raised.

The boy covered his face with the back of his hand, Ji Qinyang kissed the other side’s waist and abdomen slowly, and finally pulled his head out of the quilt, licking / playing Xie Meng’s breast / head.

Xie Meng’s hand covering his eyes was pulled down by Ji Qinyang. Ten fingers pressed against the pillow, the boy kissed his forehead, and stopped at the corner of the other’s slightly wet eyes.

Xie Meng opened his eyes and looked at him.

Ji Qinyang muttered as he kissed him, “It really looks handsome.”

Xie Meng shook his head. He reached out and hugged Ji Qinyang tightly.

Both were tired on the bed all morning, and Ji Qinyang kissed Xie Meng from head to toe several times. During oral / **** Xie Meng covered his mouth to prevent himself from groaning / groaning. Still letting him go, there were kiss marks left by the boys near the collarbone.

Ji Qinyang also responded, but Xie Meng refused to help.

“Sleep.” Ji Qinyang hugged people across the quilt.

Xie Meng’s eyes could not be opened. He was buried in Ji Qinyang’s neck, smelling the clean sunlight of the boy.

Ji Qinyang’s lips were against his forehead. He hummed the song for a while, then looked down and Xie Meng was asleep.

This sleep stayed awake until two or three in the afternoon. Xie Meng sat up with the quilt, and heard the sound of talking and talking in the living room.

“Wake up?” Ji Qinyang came in with clean clothes, he closed the door and sat by Xie Meng’s bed.

“Why don’t you wake me …” Xie Meng wiped her face: “How long have they been?”

Ji Qinyang smiled. He looked at Xie Meng’s expression, reached out and touched the boy’s face: “It looks a lot better.”

Xie Meng held his palm: “Sleeping well.”

“That seems to be my credit.” Ji Qinyang leaned up and kissed the boy’s lips: “Raise your hand.”

“?” Xie Meng raised his arms inexplicably, Ji Qinyang bypassed his back, and held the person slightly to his leg.

Ji Qinyang: “Come, my brother will help you get dressed.”

Xie Meng: “…”

Zhang Leng brought his mother’s meals. Qi Fei was responsible for buying fruits. The two took a pile of things and almost filled the refrigerator of Xie Meng’s. When eating, Zhang Leng’s eyes were red.

Xie Meng looked at Ji Qinyang, who shrugged innocently and said he didn’t know.

“No, don’t be sad …” Zhang Lianbo twitched to Xie Meng Jia Cai: “It’s all over, it’s past …”

Xie Meng reluctantly said, “I didn’t cry, what did you cry?”

Zhang Lianbang: “Woohoo, me, I cry for you …”

Xie Meng: “…”

It took a lot of effort to coax Zhang Lianban. At night, four people sat in the yard and talked. Qi Fei asked Xie Meng’s plan.

“For the time being, there is nothing wrong with my parents. I still have some insurance for my parents. My grandmother also has a deposit.”

Qi Fei: “You don’t need to work. The country has scholarships. You can apply in this case.”

Zhang Gangbang is more concerned about other things: “Where are you going to take the test? Don’t you go to Beijing?”

Ji Qinyang didn’t speak, he turned to look at Xie Meng.

“My grandma’s biggest wish during my lifetime was that I could go to the capital to study, so.” Xie Meng slowly said, facing Ji Qinyang’s eyes, he smiled lightly: “I will do my best, Go to Beijing. “

With a loud bang, Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow, extended his hand and Xie Meng made a high-five gesture, Qi Fei yelled, “If you all go to the imperial capital, it seems that only I stay in Suzhou.”

Zhang Banglu advised him: “Well, you also go to Beijing.”

“You don’t understand then.” Qi Fei said with his arms solemnly: “I’m developing a snake force in Suzhou. When you can’t hang out outside, you will come back. Brother covers you!”

Ji Qinyang gave him a sting, and laughed lazily, “Enough brother.”

Qi Fei looked so surprised: “That’s it!”

Zhang Liangang moved and hugged Qi Fei: “Mother Qi! I will honor you in the future!”

Qi Fei was furious: “… who the **** is your Qi mother ?! Give up! Give me up!”

Xie Meng returned to school after the first seven days and met Zhuo Xiaoyuan early in the morning at the class door.

“Early.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan’s gaze fell on the boy’s left arm, and there was a piece of black silk yarn hanging there: “Did you handle it?”

Xie Meng nodded: “It’s all right.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: “Ji Qinyang is back?”

“Yeah.” Xie Meng smiled slightly. “Is it okay to get closer?”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan shrugged: “I’m used to it.”

Xie Meng thought for a while and slowly said, “She is still young and hopeful.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan glanced at him and raised his eyebrows: “I understand, I won’t admit defeat so easily.”

Compared with Ji Qinyang of the art test, Xie Meng and their four are full of fiery learning and living. Even if Qi Fei and Zhang Lianban chose the liberal arts, they also had such an unattainable Tiandu Peak in front of mathematics.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan’s math is good. His weakness is English. The most common thing he does every day is to memorize words and grammar.

Xie Meng developed a plan for translating ancient texts for himself, and by the way helped Zhang Ma and Qi Fei to supplement math.

The easiest result was Ji Qinyang. The male student wrote songs and composed music with headphones, and took out food for several others after school.

“Did you not apply for a weekend tuition class?” Qi Fei wrote the formula on the draft paper: “Why didn’t you improve?”

Zhang Gangbang was eating fried noodles, and his mouth filled with oil mumbled: “That tuition class is completely prepared for people like Xie Meng … I am almost going to be abused.”

Xie Meng glanced at him: “Who is in the class with Han Dongrou long and soft, you see half a lesson in a letter and half a lesson in a letter. There is nothing but softness.”

“…” Zhang Gang replied guiltyly, “But the exam questions are really difficult … and that Han Dong is too powerful! He doesn’t listen to anything but can do anything! It’s a monster!”

“I remember the Han Dong Olympic competition is the second place.” Ji Qinyang opened chopsticks and handed fried rice to Xie Meng: “What are you like with this kind of person? Of course he can not learn, can you?”

“… I don’t know.” Zhang Gangbang opened his mouth blankly. “He lied to me that he was here to play …”

Qi Fei couldn’t bear to touch his head: “Son, stay with your mother, there are too many bad people outside.”

Saturday ’s cram school Xie Meng asked for a break, saying that he wanted to go out with Ji Qinyang and relax, and Zhang Bar wanted to follow him. As a result, Ji Qinyang said, “You still have to write a diary with your family and you ’re exchanging diary.” He sent away.

Zhang Lang went to the cram school unhappy, Han Dong sat on the old seat and looked at him impatiently.

“How come so late.” He glanced at Zhang Gang’s expression and raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want soft letters?”

Zhang Gang mumbled, “You’re not soft …”

Han Dong sneered: “What did you say?”

Zhang Lianshu shut up, he took the envelope from the bag and pushed it to the table, then he shrank into the seat like a quail.

Han Dong glared at him: “What’s your opinion?”

Zhang Lianban still seemed to be very afraid of him, and after a long struggle, he felt a little wronged: “Every time I ask you why Rourou doesn’t come out and meet me, you are perfunctory … I won’t do anything to her.”

“…” Han Dong sighed, and he rubbed his eyebrows: “I am a girl who is very strict in family education. I haven’t told you that.”

Zhang Lianbang: “You can’t take a picture for me when she writes to you!”

Han Dong laughed directly, and coldly hummed, “What do you care about the other person’s looks? It’s all fake?”

“…” Zhang Lianba spurred: “No … I’m also curious to see …”

Han Dong snorted: “What’s so curious, one nose and two eyes, she also has me, you can see if I don’t.”

Zhang Bang: “…”

The final exam of the last junior year of senior high school is equivalent to the model before the college entrance examination. Zhang Lianban was nervous and couldn’t sleep for a while. Xie Meng also wrote math type questions for other people in addition to writing ancient poems repeatedly.

“I heard that this is a unified exam.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan chose a few geometric examples: “It’s not enough to just look at our own school?”

Zhang Langbang always believed in the title tactics: “What then?”

Xie Meng thought for a moment: “I went to ask Han Dong to point out the papers from their school.

Han Dong agreed readily on the phone: “I’ll send it over … where are you?”

Ji Qinyang answered the phone: “Stone Road McDonald’s, how long will you be here?”

“Ten minutes.” Han Dong asked him, “Are you ready?”

Ji Qinyang glanced at the bar sitting opposite.

The other person is always a naive and innocent baby face: “?”

“Yes.” Ji Qinyang sold him without guilt, adding easily: “When you come, remember to bring a drink, McDonald’s milk Xie Meng is not used to drinking.”

Five people waited a long time before Han Dong arrived. He surely brought milk to Xie Meng, his eyes swept the crowd and landed on Zhang Lianban’s face.

The latter stared at him with a look of utter enemies.

Qi Fei was a little embarrassed between them. “You play with your eyes … or should I go aside?”

Han Dong glanced at the other person. He put down his schoolbag and took out the papers, spreading them out on the table. Xie Meng read it again, and was a little surprised. Did you do it? “

“Well.” Han Dong nodded, and he pretended to be calm and calm: “You do it first, let me help them?”

Of course, Qi Fei and Zhuo Xiaoyuan had no opinion. Xie Meng hadn’t expressed his position yet, Zhang Lianban had jumped up in a hurry.

“I, I wait for Xie Meng to finish and tell me!”

Han Dong narrowed his eyes and stared at him coldly.

Zhang Gang stiffened and said, “I’m too stupid, you can’t teach it!”

“You know you’re stupid.” Han Dong snorted dismissively: “Since you’re stupid, listen to me, understand.”

Zhang Bang: “…”