Don't tease me!

Chapter 32

After Fu Qiao finished speaking, she seemed to be taken aback by her brain power, and she shivered because of the cold.

He narrowed his eyes again, gritted his teeth pretending to be vicious and said, "You are not allowed to find another man, do you hear me, I will be an adult in half a year."

Bai Hua was very funny, but she didn't take Fu Qiao's face off, she nodded very cooperatively.

Only then was Fu Qiao satisfied, grabbed the towel and walked to the bathroom while undressing.

He didn't avoid Bai Hua either, and when he got to the bathroom door, there was only one pair of underwear left.

Seeing that Fu Qiao was pulling the edge of the panties with two fingers, trying to take them off, Bai Hua quickly closed her eyes and turned around.

Fu Qiao just turned around and saw his movements. He smiled lowly, casually pulled off his underwear, and swaggered to close the bathroom door.

There was only a 10-minute break between classes and she was very nervous. Fu Qiao quickly took a hot shower. When she came out, she was steaming and her skin was red.

He came out as he went in, the towel was loosely tied around his waist, and he went to the cabinet to pick out a pair of underwear, obviously Fu Qiao was going to change it in front of Bai Hua, so he loosened the towel a few times, and waited until Bai Hua wanted to turn around again He deliberately raised his voice: "Just look at it!"

"..." Bai Hua opened the word book and wrote down a few high-frequency words.

Soon, there was a crackling sound behind him, and Fu Qiao said, "It's done."

Bai Hua closed the vocabulary book casually, silently recited the few words just memorized, and turned around.

Then stopped.

His eyes moved down along Fu Qiao's dripping abdominal muscles. Fu Qiao really didn't dress properly.

Both of them were boys, and it seemed that there was nothing to avoid suspicion. Instead, Bai Hua was not shy. She took a few extra glances, took a blanket and put it on Fu Qiao's shoulders, telling him not to get cold.

Appreciating Fu Qiao's sluggish expression, as if she had great doubts about her own charm, Bai Hua patted Fu Qiao on the shoulder, and kindly persuaded, "It's time for class, do you want to go to class like this?"

One minute later, Fu Qiao put on a thick sweater, school uniform and down jacket and followed Bai Hua out.

The holiday started on the second day, and Bai Hua didn't look forward to the holiday very much, but he hadn't been home for a long time, and he still had to go home to celebrate the New Year when it was approaching.

A few acquaintances stuffed him with greeting cards, among which Lin Miao's greeting card had a row of small characters neatly written on it, "I wish you and FQ a happy relationship for a hundred years! Happy New Year together!"

Bai Hua carefully refolded the greeting card and put it in the exercise book.

The school bell rang, and within minutes, the classroom was empty.

Bai Hua packed up the papers she brought home and went to wait for Fu Qiao on the bench next to the school forest.

After about a few minutes, Fu Qiao came out of the building, completely wrapped up, and only scanned the surroundings with his eyes.

No one was there, so Fu Qiao quickly took off the scarf and kissed Bai Hua, and quickly put the scarf back on.

On the way home, it was bustling with pedestrians buying and selling New Year’s goods, and the big red couplets and window papers indicated the upcoming festival.

Bai Hua arrived at home first, and there is not much old-fashioned taste in the unfinished alleys. Here are people from the bottom of society who run around all the year round for money, and they probably rarely have the intention to pass the New Year's Eve.

The snow piled on the dirty and greasy ground made the place look much neater.

Bai Hua didn't feel so reluctant to not see each other for seven days, after all, they could still get along day and night until before the college entrance examination.

But Fu Qiao was very reluctant and kept asking Bai Hua when she could come out to play.

Bai Hua knew in his heart that it would be difficult when he returned home. His mother would probably let him study at home for the entire vacation, and he would be asked for a long time when he went out.

But compared with not being able to see each other for seven days and taking a short time to sneak out to meet Fu Qiao, the temptation of the latter was too great.

Fu Qiao tentatively said, "I'm going back to the family for a dinner in the third grade of junior high school. Let's go out to play in the fourth grade of junior high school. Let's go to the amusement park."

Bai Hua was a little surprised, and asked hesitantly, "Why is it the fourth day?"

He curled up his hands hidden under his sleeves, nervous and looking forward to Fu Qiao's answer.

Fu Qiao noticed that Bai Hua's tone was loose, and her eyes were bright: "Isn't it okay on the fourth day of junior high school? I just came back and I can play with you."

Whether it was disappointment or not, Bai Hua seemed relieved, nodded in agreement, and waved goodbye to Fu Qiao.

He walked home on the uneven stairs, looked down in the corridor, Fu Qiao was still there, waiting for him to enter the house.

The iron gate kept the cold wind out, but the inside of the house was not very warm.

Bai Hua opened an old-fashioned calendar on the table, flipped to the fourth day, and drew a circle with a pen.

It seems that no one except himself remembers his birthday.

Treating this day as an ordinary holiday will make you happier. As long as mother can't remember, she won't drink wine and scold his father who doesn't know where he is on this day, and curse that man with the most vicious words. Go to Bai Hua to scold together.

When he was a child, he expected to eat a fruit cake and go to an amusement park like other classmates, but now he has no expectations.

This year... Maybe a fruitcake and a trip to the amusement park this year.

Together with Fu Qiao.

From the night of New Year's Eve, a big snowstorm swept across the city.

In addition to the Spring Festival Gala, the news network broadcast this rare heavy snow, warning everyone not to go out to visit relatives, store more food and water, and take emergency measures.

No one dares to go out in the snow to set off fireworks and firecrackers in this weather. People who have worked hard in this building for a year but have no way to change the status quo choose to drink alcohol on the last day of the old year to get rid of the bad luck of the past year.

Bai Hua's mother also bought candies and roasted seeds and nuts in advance, and watched the gala with a small TV on.

The sound insulation is not good, and the chaotic and noisy voices from the next door come from several directions. There are men bragging loudly after drinking, and there are also strange, blushing screams.

The mother ate melon seeds, and asked Bai Hua to get the dumplings indifferently.

She watched the show very attentively, followed by laughing out loud.This is a rare holiday for her, and she can eat something that she is usually reluctant to buy.

Bai Hua fished the dumplings into a plate, took the soy sauce and minced garlic, and divided them into two plates.

The dumplings taste very good, the meat is mixed with chopped cabbage, and there is plenty of oil.

Under the dim light, the mother's face looked very soft instead, and she picked up some round dumplings for Bai Hua and told him to eat more.

His mother nagged and told him that he had to study hard in the few months left, get into a good university, and not live in a mess like her.

Bai Hua nodded, and found that his mother's hair had turned white again, and there were obvious calluses on the fingers holding the chopsticks, which itched the back of his hand when he patted it.

He lowered his head and slowly ate the dumplings. The meat filled with oil was delicious, and it was so small that he could swallow it in one bite.

My mother's cooking skills have always been very good, but life is too difficult and too hard, and she has long been reluctant to cook meals that are not full. Except for the New Year, every meal in the family is improvised.

But when she was young, she also used to cook for Bai Hua's father full of longing, looking forward to the happy future that man would give him.

It's a pity that Bai Hua's arrival accelerated her mother's misfortune, making her no longer young after working day and night.

When the countdown to near zero sounded, Bai Hua stuck to the window and looked out.

Snow flakes like goose feathers were blown into the air by the wind, and they could not fall for a long time. From the window, only a small area around was seen, which was almost completely white. It slowly turned into water droplets and rolled down.

He wanted to call Fu Qiao on the first day of the new year, say happy new year and wish him all the best.

The lights in the house have been turned off, and my mother probably has no interest in New Year’s Eve. She has already turned off the lights and went to sleep with the TV. The only light source comes from the street lamp outside the window.

Bai Hua walked to the window in the dark, holding her mother's mobile phone in her hand.

He carefully posted it to a place far away from his mother, and made a call with his hands on his phone.

Continuous busy beeps sounded, but Fu Qiao didn't answer.

After hitting two, Bai Hua didn't continue to try.

He thought that Fu Qiao should be busy, paying New Year's greetings to his family, receiving a lot of New Year's blessings, and everyone will take a family portrait together.

White birch rubbed a small piece on the foggy glass window, looking out along this piece of glass, it was still dark.

The street lamp only illuminated a small area, he casually glanced out of the window, but suddenly stared.

Immediately afterwards, the phone rang a loud ringtone, and Bai Hua could feel his heartbeat accelerating, so he quickly pressed the phone to answer.

The voice of the old-fashioned mobile phone was noisy, and Fu Qiao's voice, along with the tiny electric current, resounded gently and clearly at the last moment of this New Year's Eve.

"Huahua, come out."

Under the streetlight outside the window, a thickly dressed and somewhat bloated figure leaned against the streetlight and raised his head.

"..." Bai Hua was silent for a few seconds, then asked softly, "How do you know it's me?"

How did you know it was me calling, how did you know that I was eager to see you at the last second of the old year.

"Because I want to see you, and so do you."