kissing sparrow

Chapter 68 Extra Story 4: Bedtime Counseling (High School IF Line)

In the third year of high school, Lu Xun's Chinese composition became a big problem.Once again, I got back the Chinese test paper with 90 points, and the full score was 150.

Su Mei frowned. She only scored 20 points for the composition.It doesn’t count to talk back and forth in each paragraph of Che Zhilu, and I almost got off topic at the end of writing. Fortunately, the string in my mind that is the key point was stretched a bit, and I pulled it back, otherwise I wouldn’t even have 20 points.

Lu Heyang happened to come out to get milk with his slippers on. Su Mei called to stop him, as if grabbing at straws.

"Heyang, you teach your younger brother. He is 18 years old, and he still writes his composition like a primary school student."

Not long after Lu Xun entered the house, there was still sweat on his forehead, his index finger was hooked on the schoolbag on his back, and the metal zipper on the bag opened it.He raised his eyelids and looked at Lu Heyang. The man in front of him was wearing white short-sleeved pajamas, with a cold expression, clear collarbones, and slender and clean limbs.

"Eat first. After dinner, I will give him extra lessons." Su Mei's tone slowed down, "You are good at Chinese, tell him about the structure of the writing."

Lu Heyang lowered his eyelids, looking at the composition paper against the fiery red and rich flower pattern tablecloth, every word was almost written out of the frame, it was full of flamboyant and phoenix dancing, making people dizzy.

He let out a "huh", and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Lu Xun's chin raised high in disbelief. The curvature of his chin was distinct, and when he raised it, he would show more aggressive heroism.

Lu Heyang found it funny, and added a condescending sentence: "Bring the composition text when the time comes."

Lu Xun squinted his eyes, his expression getting worse.

After dinner, Su Mei and Lu Bingwen went out for a walk. Lu Heyang washed the dishes and spread the wet dishes on the countertop to dry. On the way back to his room, he passed the bathroom in use.

After half an hour, there was a knock on the door.The sound is not loud, but the frequency is very high, and it stops after a few times. It looks like it loves to turn on, and if I don’t turn on, I will get out, not very sincere.

Lu Heyang stood up and opened the door. Lu Xun's hair was half dry, with an ice cream in his mouth, melted creamy waves piled up on the edge of his lips, he squeezed in with his shoulders sideways, and flicked the pale yellow composition onto Lu Heyang's desk.

"It's amazing, you can pretend to be a tiger." Lu Xun sat down on Lu Heyang's bed, put his hands behind his waist, and kicked off the slippers on his feet.

Lu Heyang showed no expression. He closed the door and sat back again, flipping through the composition text with the tattered cover. He didn't know whether he put the bag under it or used it to hold the ball.

Each article in it is exactly 800 words, plus or minus 5 words. It has to be said that having this level of precision is not a bad skill.

Pressing the fingertips, the paper flicked from the side of the finger one by one, and when the last page was skimmed, Lu Xun straightened up and snatched it.

"Have seen enough." He muttered, leaning on the short side of the table, "Can you teach?"

As soon as he moved, there was a mint-flavored wind, a very clean smell mixed with shampoo and body wash.

Lu Heyang dragged the chair forward, put his forehead close to the other person, and pointed his fingertips at the paper to tell him about the test paper, where he could add examples and where he could add central sentences.

There was a faint sweetness in Lu Xun's breath, which was the ice cream he had just eaten.

"It's going to be a full stop here."

"Ah."

So sweet.

"A metaphor can be added here."

"What metaphor?"

Lu Xun raised his eyelids.

"Think about it yourself, what is your ideal like?"

Lu Xun didn't speak, but the tip of his lips turned up a little bit, showing bright red after being iced.

"picture……"

The ideal is nothingness, it is a substance, it is an action, a scent, a word, a person.

Ideal is ice cream, lips, and Lu Xun.

Lu Heyang had countless answers in his mind, but he failed to guide the other party, so he had to stop.He felt the lingering sweetness, like a square on a composition paper, framing him inside.He moved away from Lu Xun irritably, and asked him, "What kind of ice cream do you eat?"

Lu Xun flexibly moved the popsicle stick in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and turned it over: "Vanilla."

He still wants to show off here, and it's not clear to Lu Heyang that he has very good kissing skills.

Then Lu Xun asked, "Do you want to try it?"

Lu Heyang didn't move, Lu Xun spat out the stick from his mouth, moved his face closer, and asked again.

"Do you want it?"

The voice was kept low, the heart beat faster, like a small talk in class, the eyelashes of the two of them were drooping, staring at the way the other's lips were extremely close.

Lu Heyang was silent, bit his lower lip, and did not immediately distance himself.

Lu Xun stuck it on like this, with a little ice on the tip of his tongue, and slowly opened his lips along the crack of his lips. Lu Heyang didn't open his mouth, but for some reason, his taste buds already felt the sweetness.

In an instant, all his perceptions and memories were magnified, Lu Xun's moist breathing, his shiny black hair covering his brows, the beautiful folds inside his eyelids, and the self he just accidentally saw on the last page of his composition name.

Suddenly he trembled, stepped back a little, placed his fingers between the two, and pressed Lu Xun's lips.

The breathing of the two collided with each other, and Lu Xun's eyes were fixed on the other's sliding Adam's apple.

"Mom and Dad are back." Lu Heyang said, his voice shaking violently.

The next moment there was a knock on the door, as if hitting directly on the heart.

"He Yang, is Lu Xun with you?" In Su Mei's voice, the keys hanging on her fingers made a loud clang.

"exist."

The door was not locked, if Su Mei pushed the door and entered immediately.

Fortunately, Lu Xun slowly retreated to a suitable distance, leaned on the table, and used his forearm to cover the side of his face, and his ears were flattened.

Lu Heyang calmed down his heartbeat and tone, raised his voice and replied, "I'm teaching him how to write."

"Okay." Su Mei said, "Study for a while and go to bed early."

The sound of footsteps pulled away, and Lu Heyang belatedly felt sweat on his palms, and his collar had just been pulled away by Lu Xun, revealing half of his collarbone.

"It's a bit too courageous." He reprimanded.

Lu Xun curled his lips, his lips pouting under the pressure of his arms, and said provocatively, "So what if you see it."

"What do you think will happen?" Lu Heyang asked back, with a displeased expression.

When the door was opened again, Su Mei and Lu Bingwen had already fallen asleep, turned off the headlights, and there was no sound in the room.Lu Heyang tiptoed to wash up, and when he came back, he found a figure raised on the bed, and Lu Xun was lying on his bed with his shoes and socks on.

"It's too late to review, and I fell asleep here." Lu Xun whispered, "Tell them this way tomorrow."

Lu Heyang was silent, and closed the door, knowing it was locked this time.

The room was very dark, the lights were not turned on, and the curtains were closed tightly. Lu Heyang touched the bed and then the quilt.

The thin quilt was covered with Lu Xun's body temperature and it was very hot. This person was always like a little sun, and Lu Heyang suddenly felt like sweating in the low temperature air-conditioned room.

Lu Xun's hand slowly reached out, starting from the chest and rubbing all the way to the waist.

The pajamas are thin and have almost no barrier. The elasticity of the skin is fed back to the fingertips, and the feeling is clear.But it wasn't enough, the hem was soon lifted up by Lu Xun, and the thin quilt was also opened, revealing the glistening white abdomen and the lower end of the chest.

Lu Heyang snorted, as if just being naked made him a little hard to bear.

The next moment, Lu Xun grabbed his ankle with a tiger's mouth, and a pair of white sports cotton socks that he hadn't taken off in time were lifted up and hung in the air.

He frowned slightly, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said in a low voice: "It will hurt."

His voice is that of a very clear boyish voice. He just performed a recitation on behalf of the whole grade in the square where the national flag was raised this morning.Standing in the queue, Lu Xun looked up at the person on the stand who was wearing a school uniform meticulously, with a cadence, and wanted him to read it again in a hoarse voice at night.

Lu Xun said, "I'll be lighter." Then he bent down and bit his lips, asking for advice, "Shall I get hand cream?"

The hand cream is on Samui's dressing table, cherry blossom scented.When you smell it, you will think that they are doing something that is not allowed and should not be done.

Lu Heyang replied: "Don't go."

Lu Xun was obedient, but it still hurt.

When Lu Heyang was in severe pain, he would be silent. He would never take the initiative to speak out. He just sank his face into the quilt, like drowning, and took a long time to lift up to take a breath. His cheeks were flushed from the pressure, and his eye sockets were also red. of.So Lu Xun's judgment of his pain comes from his fingers. When his fingers are covered with sweat, it means that the pain is severe.

After clasping ten fingers, Lu Xun's palm also leaked sweat.

"Forget it."

But his fingers were still probing into Lu Heyang's pajamas to caress the small light brown mole on his back, he was so familiar with it that he was sure it was there.

Lu Heyang pursed his lips again, and then leaned over: "Mouth or hands?"

When waking up early, Su Mei was surprised that the two of them squeezed into the same bed, but it was reasonable to sleep together for a night of cramming together last night.

Lu Heyang went to wash up first, while Lu Xun was still lying on the bed with his palms behind his head.Lu Heyang's pajamas were hung on the edge of the bed, the scent on it was very strong, not a fragrance, but contained the rustling desires of last night, as if shaking, he could shake out the extremely suppressed moan he had made.

It shades his body and his exploring fingers.

What they want to do, they hide and hide, hide and hide.

When do you want to hide until you grow up?

When do you grow up.

After Lu Heyang cleaned up, he came back to replace him. After washing his face, the hair on his forehead was still wet, and Su Mei forced him to apply face cream. His cheeks were shiny and smelled like flowers.

Lu Xun stuck his feet into his trousers, and eagerly hopped over on one leg without putting them on properly.

The door was ajar, and outside the door were the sounds of Lu Bingwen and Su Mei walking back and forth, and the kettle on the stove was boiling water, making a sharp whistle.Lu Heyang didn't want to push him, so he could only take a step back to avoid the second kiss, turned around to pack his schoolbag, and pushed Lu Xun's composition to the other side: "If you can write it, give it to me today, or That question on the test paper yesterday."

Lu Xun copied the composition text into his hand, and raised his voice: "Really want to write?"

"I really want to write." Lu Heyang emphasized every word.

"Okay." Lu Xun raised his eyebrows and smiled with ulterior motives, "You want to see it."

When returning home from school in the evening, Lu Heyang came in and saw Lu Xun's schoolbag thrown on the ground, football and sneakers were not there, and he didn't know where to go outside again.He pushed open the door, and placed the tattered notebook on the desk.

He put down his schoolbag and turned to the latest page, which read——

Regarding the ideal, I can't think of any other metaphor, only one sentence.

The ideal is you.

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I originally wanted to post it during the day, but suddenly I wanted to jump into the prophet, in case I won a province's college entrance examination essay question (laughs), so I posted it immediately.If you win, please kick me in the comment area.

The next part is also something that readers want to see. It depends on jealousy and being forced to make sauces and sauces. I edited it and there is an office play.There is no reason, but it seems that I didn't take everyone to see Fu Xun's president's office and his particularly spacious desk that is suitable for doing something.