Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Chapter 19

After all, the knife didn't cut off, it just fell on his neck, but Xue Ming was rarely honest in the middle of the night.

Summer nights are rare and cool, but the two people lying on the bed could not fall asleep for a long time, each with their own thoughts.

Song Ping'an lay on his side stiffly all night, half of his body was numb.As soon as the dawn broke, he turned over and got out of bed, grabbed the clothes on the head of the bed, put his head on, and walked out quickly.

At the same time, Xue Ming also opened his eyes. He thought that in the eyes of the outside world, he was restrained and self-disciplined, but when it came to Song Ping'an, there was no limit to his shamelessness. Especially what happened last night, his eyes ached a little when he thought about it.

The two went out one after another, Mother Song also got up early, and when she looked up, she saw one with a dark face and one with bruised eyes, "Did you fight last night?"

Song Pingan hugged the sweet potato vines on the ground to peel off their skins, while Xue Ming nodded, and leaned closer to him, sincerely apologizing to him: "I was wrong about what happened last night."

Song Pingan threw the plucked sweet potato leaves aside.

"Or you are punching my eyes, get a pair?" As he spoke, he put his other eye together.

Song's mother looked at his black and swollen eyes, feeling sorry for herself, "Xue Ming, is there something wrong with your eyes?"

"It's okay, auntie, I was too shameful yesterday." Xue Ming picked up a sweet potato vine and imitated him by pinching the sweet potato vine.

It was true that he didn't control himself last night, he put his desire first, he didn't notice his feelings, and then he said something nonsensical, he deserved the beating.

Song Ping'an is a little virgin. When he is passionate, he will go to the yard and pour cold water on his head with a bucket. When the weather is cold, he will resist. What happened last night was too shocking for him.

To be precise, he was afraid, it was the same as the dream half a month ago.

He threw down the sweet potato vines in his hand to tidy himself up, and went out with a hoe on his back. Xue Ming chased him for two steps and then stopped, thinking that he should give him some time to transition.

It was impossible for the two to fight for no reason. Mother Song went to get a cloth towel and handed it to him, "Apply it, it's a bit swollen."

The cloth towel was a little cold, and it just hit the pain when it was pasted on the eye sockets.

At meal time, Xue Ming went to the field to call Song Pingan for dinner, but saw that he was chatting with someone in the field.That person was none other than Brother Song Wen who had come to him before.

Going to find Song Ping an early in the morning without even eating, naturally there is nothing good, and Xue Ming feels more and more that this brother's motives are not pure.

Brother Song Wen looked up with tears still hanging on his face, sometimes lowered his head, sometimes pulled Song Ping'an's sleeve, and said in tears: "Brother Ping'an, I have always liked you, um, it's just that I don't feel well."

With such a pitiful look, Xue Ming was not in a hurry to go there, but now he looked at it for a while, seeing Song Ping'an pulled back his hand in embarrassment and was caught back by him, so he didn't hesitate.

Song Pingan looked at Brother Song Wen with a complicated expression, and took a step back to distance himself from him.But Xue Ming grabbed his wrist forcefully, took him to his side as if declaring his sovereignty, and asked in a bad tone, "What's the matter?"

Brother Song Wen has a good face, tender and supple, and his eyes are red with tears, making people feel distressed when they see him. They just want to hold him in their arms and cherish him. He choked up twice, and there was a pang Floral powdery scent.

Pungent, bad smell.Xue Ming's original deep eyes were even darker. Seeing that he was going to pretend to be weak, he dragged Song Pingan away. He didn't have the patience to act with a lotus flower.

Brother Song Wen was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth secretly and chased after him, glanced at him bitterly, sniffed his nose, and cried: "Brother Pingan, what I just said is sincere, if, if you can show sincerity , my brother will definitely agree that we are together."

He bites every word very hard, and believes that Song Ping'an will definitely agree to his conditions. After all, he is also a well-known village beauty, so he can't be tempted, only the man beside him is an eyesore.

After taking two steps, Song Pingan struggled out of his palm, rubbed his wrist sullenly, and pressed his fingers to the place he just touched. The burning sensation made him retract his fingers quickly.

"Brother Wen, I am very grateful to you, but we may not be suitable for you." The earnestness of what he said caused a look of surprise on Brother Song Wen's face. It was also the first time for Song Pingan to refuse others. There is no sad look, and my heart is relieved.

Unexpectedly, Brother Song Wen grabbed his arm again at the next moment, tears fell down, and he cried uncontrollably, "Brother Ping An, I know you don't think you are good enough for me, don't worry, my brother will respect me." My choice."

"That's not what I meant." No matter how blank Song Pingan's feelings were, he could hear his sense of superiority, and pulled back his arm, "Don't do this, I think Song Shengwang is very kind to you, isn't it?"

Xue Ming's patience was at the limit, he pulled off the cloth towel around his waist without saying a word, and wiped the place Song Wen touched again and again with a cold face, until his skin turned red before letting go.

The hostility in his eyes made Brother Song Wen shudder, he pinched his fingertips and trembled, "Brother Pingan, you misunderstood, Brother Shengwang and I..."

"Shut up!" Xue Ming squinted at him, his patience had reached its limit.

He wrapped his hands around Song Ping'an's waist and tied the cloth scarf, sniffing the scent of his body lightly, ignoring the anger on his face, clasping his waist with one hand and taking him into his arms, his doting eyes turned to Brother Song Wen instantly became vicious.

"See clearly?" He tilted his head and twirled his fingers lightly.

Brother Song Wen felt a chill on his back, bit his lower lip and was afraid of him from the bottom of his heart, "I just... just... confessed to Brother Pingan..."

"Oh?" He moved the muscles at the corners of his mouth as if he heard a joke, and forced his cold eyes over again.

Seeing that his whole body was shaking violently, regardless of Song Ping'an's resistance, he pressed him into his arms, "You are so interesting, what do you think of him?"

"Don't put on a condescending attitude in front of me, you're not qualified yet." Xue Ming crushed the icicles of his fingertips into fine powder, flicked it lightly, and kissed Song Ping'an forcefully with his head tilted.

Song Ping'an's eyes widened in astonishment, the two soft patches on his face made him stop breathing for a moment.

Song Wenge's heart sank as well, and he looked at them in horror.

When Song Pingan reacted and pushed him away with a palm, he jumped up and knocked him to the ground, grabbed his collar and raised his fist to his face, "You fucking want to die!"

Xue Ming didn't make unnecessary struggles, just pulled out an arm and pressed it to his lips, and said with a satisfied smile: "I finally know what it tastes like!"

Song Pingan looked into his darkened eyes, frantically pressed his knees against his stomach, his head exploded in anger, and only smoke came out.

Xue Ming, who was lying on the ground, stared at Brother Song Wen from the corner of his eye, and warned, "So that you can know who he is."

Brother Song Wen covered his mouth, his stomach was churning, and he said tremblingly: "You, you are all, men..."

"Oh, you're not a man?" Xue Ming put his arms around his waist and stood up with strength, lightly brushed off the fine dust on his body, and raised his eyebrows playfully, "Since you don't want to play like that, what are you doing?"

As he spoke, a puff of cold smoke rose from his fingers, but Song Ping'an quickly pushed him aside, blocked his fingers with his body, and pointed at the fence on the field ridge, "Brother Wen, let's go, I thank you for what happened before, but Why can't the two of you become a family?"

Hearing his refusal again, Brother Song Wen couldn't take it anymore, and his self-esteem was also severely injured. He covered his face and ran away with his head down, but his eyes fell viciously in the distance, and he thought: "I will definitely make you look good!"

Xue Ming grabbed Song Wenge's hand when he disappeared, and the cold air pressed against his skin through the rough cloth, and asked coldly, "Why let him go?"

Song Pingan shook off his hand to pick up the hoe on the ground, his ears were red all the way to his neck.

Xue Ming persisted, "Why let him go?"

"Let go of me!" Song Pingan tried his best to shake off his hand, and his strength became heavier and heavier, and he was about to crush his wrist bones at any time.

At the same time, as long as one sentence is spoken, it will be beyond redemption for him.

"Why let him go!"

With a bang, Song Pingan threw the hoe on the ground, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Do you fucking want to be captured by Taoist priests to be reconciled!"

The two were stunned at the same time, the ice layer on Xue Ming's face was torn apart, leaving only joy.

"Peace, say it again!"

"Get out, don't hurt my mother and me if you want to die!" Song Pingan raised his hoe and punched him twice.

Xue Ming followed closely: "Do you like me?"